Among these people, there was originally a man named Liang Daozi. He was known for his skill in fishing for spiritual fish and often sent some to him to cook and eat together. He was both his disciple and friend.,While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.,His gaze swept over those few people, saying nothing. He slung his pack over his shoulder and, amidst the complex gazes of his fellow disciples, strode down the mountain.。