chapter 346 Infuriating Fishing

Deep in the Fengling Mountains of Zhong Hai, on the shore of a lake.
There is a small wooden house not far away, with distant mountains and nearby water, fresh air and beautiful environment.
The most important thing is that this place is sparsely populated and no one will come to disturb you.
At this time, an old man in a cloak sat on a stone by the lake, stretched out a finger, closed his eyes and pondered.
He is fishing.
Yes, fishing!
There was no fishing rod,...