"The paper shop in Wazi Lane in Lin'an City floated red silk in the middle of the night, and the ghosts at the bottom of the West Lake grabbed the feet of the lotus pickers - Su Muzhe squatted at the bridge with half a piece of faded dragon-seeking order, with only three copper coins left in his trouser pocket. Who would have thought that this boy, who was scolded by the market as a 'poor Feng Shui artist', when he cast the first rod under the old locust tree behind Lingyin Temple, he actually fished out half of the 'Lin'an Main Vein' glowing with green light!
The fishing system beeped: 'Fragments of the Millennium Immortal Vein have been detected, are they integrated? '
The truth about his parents' murder, the pursuit by the royal guards, the Qingqiu fox girl's red umbrella suddenly pierced his broken thatched hut—from selling talismans to survive to fishing for spiritual veins and controlling immortals, Su Muzhe swung his fishing rod and said: 'This is the Feng Shui of Lin'an City, the surname should be Su.
