Chen Yu looked around, and the beautiful scenery made people feel a little better.
He dug a large stone out of the stream and put it under him. After squatting down, he tied the fishing line and the fishing rod tightly, then put on the earthworms shaken out of the bamboo tube and threw them toward the inside of the pool.
go.
I specially cut two pieces of iron nails and ground them into pendants, and used white feather leaves for the float, which is a kind of weed that turns into feathers when it dries up. There are a lot of them in the woodland behind the yard.
Tear a handful, twist the knot and weave it into a long rod shape and insert it on the fishing line.
Boom!
The bait falls into the water.
Looking at Fuzi, Chen Yu gradually relaxed.
His mind sank, and all the recent events came to mind. Ever since he used his spiritual machine to catalyze the mutated white root that could breed spiritual energy, he had never had a chance to sort it out. Today, he took advantage of fishing to take advantage of all these things.
, think about the connection.
The inspiration comes from the sea of consciousness, which is a chaotic space that I accidentally entered three months ago. There is an endless ocean. It is suspected to be the incarnation of spiritual consciousness, and it is always stirring up wind and rain waves.
He suspected that the boundlessness and agitation of the sea of consciousness were related to the countless light spots floating in the sea.
It is not yet clear where these light spots came from, maybe they were affected by time travel.
Most of the light spots dissipate the moment they appear, and only a few are trapped by inexplicable forces, condensing and gathering into silver-white solid particles.
That is, inspiration.
The reason why Chen Yu named it Lingji was, firstly, because he thought it was related to his own soul consciousness, and secondly, he discovered its magical ability to evolve living things in his first experiment.
The emergence of inspiration made him full of curiosity, especially the fact that it could be applied to foreign objects was particularly interesting.
The experiment began. In order to understand the specific function of the spirit machine, dead and living objects were integrated into the light particles. It was not until recently that some results were obtained.
The alienated white stick formed a hollow chamber while changing its appearance, which contained another power derived from the spiritual machine - spiritual energy.
I have to say that Chen Yu still had some illusions at that time, thinking that this strange gas might really be the legendary spiritual energy, and that he might be able to use it to embark on the path of cultivating immortality.
But subsequent verifications and trials of derivatives such as spiritual energy, spiritual liquid, spiritual source, etc. made him understand the difference between the two. They are completely different things.
The aura he planted was a kind of tonic.
that's it.
However, there are still fogs lingering, such as the principle of the fusion of spiritual energy and well water into spiritual liquid, and the reason why spiritual liquid acts on the body to enhance the effectiveness of martial arts and even help people achieve breakthroughs.
Of course, there was still the biggest question before him, which was what happened to his body.
The changes after drinking the spiritual liquid may not be a bad thing, but it does not mean that Chen Yu has to become a master of medicine. He wants to find out.
But just as I realized a while ago, just think about these tangled things slowly. He is still young and doesn't have to worry about time, as long as he doesn't get into trouble.
A moment of being serious is nothing. If he is lucky enough to figure it out, there may be some unexpected gains.
At this moment, the float trembled, Chen Yu's eyes suddenly froze, and his palms fell on the bamboo pole like lightning.
Wow!
Raise the pole, water splashes!
The slender fish tail was pulled by the long line and jumped out of the water, revealing a black fish about the size of a palm. The next moment, the fish opened its mouth wide, spit out the hook, and then jumped back into the water.
Plop!
Holding the empty fishhook, he felt a little helpless, but his face was still calm. It was normal to detach the fishhook.
Fishermen often do this.
He looked at the earthworm on the hook, and found that half of it had been bitten, and only half of it was hanging on it. There was no replacement, so he just kept throwing this half away. He calmed down, breathed in the fragrance of the surrounding vegetation, and waited.
The next destined fish.
The environment here is really good. If it were not too far away from the Taoist temple, he would like to come here every day to practice martial arts. Even if he doesn't box, it's good to breathe.
Of course, this does not mean that practicing martial arts in the mountains is better than other places. In fact, martial arts skills, like fame, are all achieved through hard work.
If you don't practice, you won't achieve much.
This was the case with the old Taoist priest who was the master of the temple in the previous generation. He spent most of his kung fu at the foot of the mountain, traveling all over the country and traveling north and south. He was very good at using Yunhe Step, and he toyed with many people in the world.
It’s no wonder that my predecessor was influenced by the idea of going down the mountain and wandering around every day.
Chen Yu couldn't deny this. Although their bodies were the same, their thoughts were completely different.
Not to mention that my fists and kicks were not good at first, but now that I have mastered Tong Jin, I dare not say how powerful I am.
Third rate, second rate, first rate, top, master.
Most of the people in the martial arts world don't stick to trivial matters. These are not so much the realm of martial arts, but more like titles that are recognized by everyone. The level on the head can indirectly tell how good the fists and kicks are.
But this doesn't mean anything. People in the martial arts world have always been superior to each other, and the emperor and I have always stood back. No one is convinced by anyone, so in the end you have to fight to know.
Chen Yu didn't have that competitive spirit. He just wanted to stay peacefully on the mountain and guard his one-third of an acre of land. He was not interested in fighting for kings and hegemony at the bottom of the mountain.
It’s not that I’m a coward, I just find it troublesome.
I have seen this kind of thing too much in my memory. Maybe I was beaten when I was a child, and when I am old, I will have endless children and grandchildren. Thinking about it makes me tired.
This is how blood feuds accumulate little by little.
Chen Yu prides himself on being a kind person and has no intention of scheming, so after much deliberation, he decided that being a mountain homebody suits him best.
Besides, it's not like he has nothing to do. There are too many things that can be catalyzed by spiritual functions. He plans to try them one by one, so he won't have time to fight with those reckless people.
"It's better to practice Taoism."
The fish float shook, Chen Yu sighed and lowered himself to pull the lever.
There was a splash, accompanied by ripples of water, and the fish's head poked out.
Then there was another thud, and when he raised the pole and looked over, he saw a fish tail as black as ink shaking towards him, and then submerged into the water.
"..."
I always feel that this black fish seems a bit familiar.
It seems like it was the one that just got decoupled.
No way, just keep waiting.
Putting on the new earthworms, Chen Yu didn't think much about it at this moment, he just thought that his first two shots had landed in the opponent's nest.
So he moved it and threw it in another direction.
The stream gurgled, and the soft sound rang in his ears. It was already bright, and it was probably almost noon, but he wasn't hungry yet, so he planned to make a quick start and put the fish basket into the water before having lunch.
After waiting, another two hours passed.
Wow!
The black fish jumped, their fins shining in the sun.
Just like Chen Yu's face, it was dark and shiny.
"???"
why is it you again!
The key is how to get off the hook every time!!
Holding the empty fishhook, his chest and abdomen were heaving up and down, and he felt a breath of stagnant air accumulated in his throat, making him unable to spit it out.
A familiar popping sound came.
The palm-sized black fish jumped into the water with its tail raised high, like a king returning from victory.
In the end, Chen Yu had no choice but to sigh and look for new fishing spots.
But Shentan was not sure whether it was small or big, so he searched around and found that there was only one lonely black fish in the entire pond, or that the earthworms added with spiritual fluid were completely unattractive to other fish.
, anyway, after one operation, Chen Yu was exhausted from running up and down, but he didn't catch a single fish.
On the contrary, I encountered the familiar black fish more than ten times.
He stayed until evening, when the earthworms were almost gone, he got up to pack his things.
His expression was calm, but his heart had become numb.
He thought it might be a problem with the fishhook, or maybe it was really a problem with the earthworms. At the worst, there were too few fish in the water. Anyway, it was definitely not an error in his fishing skills.
Chen Yu has never seen a fish that has been bitten more than 20 times and detached every time it was pulled out of the water.
When I turned around and looked around, I saw the sunset shining brightly, making the left and right sides full of crimson.
After a few glances, a black fish could be seen looming in the pond not far away, spitting out foam, and then sank and disappeared again, just like it had just come in the morning.
Chen Yu carried the fishing gear with an expressionless face, walked to the trail through the current, and started on the way back.