The afternoon sun was still warm. Shen Lang lay lazily on the meadow, muttering from time to time: "Do nothing, do nothing, calm down..."
The funny thing is, the more he reminds himself not to do anything, the more he feels uncomfortable sitting like this dryly. The more he reminds himself to calm down and think about nothing, the more random thoughts he has in his mind.
For example, right now he was thinking, why did Lin Xianer ask him not to ask anything? Why must he be calm when cultivating talismans?
But Xia Qianye held an ancient scroll and read it all day long, reading it while walking and talking. Why didn't she need to meditate when she was practicing the talisman?
For another example, what is the surprise that Xia Xiaoniu is talking about? Is it a prank to deliberately deceive herself? What are the two girls doing at this time? Also, why did Xia Qianye also participate in the Qingyun Martial Arts Competition? Will she know how to do it? Would it be embarrassing to meet her at the Qingyun Martial Arts Festival?
"Ah... I'm going crazy!" Shen Lang suddenly sat up from the soft grass. He swore that he never deliberately thought about those messy things, but somehow, those messy thoughts didn't matter. Stops and stops keep popping up in my mind.
That feeling... was very similar to the feeling of insomnia. Yes, it was the feeling of insomnia at night before he started practicing. It was the feeling that the more he wanted to sleep, the harder it was to sleep well.
Regarding the problem of insomnia, since Shen Lang became a monk, the best way to deal with it is to enter a state of spiritual practice, or to practice the "Zuo Forgetting Theory" or something.
But this time Lin Xianer went to tell him specifically that he was not allowed to practice... This made Shen Lang a little helpless.
"If you can calm down and do nothing, then there are ghosts! It's so boring!" Shen Langyang sighed, and suddenly he saw plump fish floating in the green lake from time to time, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.
"It's better to go fishing." Shen Lang thought to himself, "In this way, we might be able to prepare a meal of grilled fish at night."
Just do it. The bored Shen Lang immediately stood up and used a simple knife to choose a green bamboo to make a fishing rod from a bamboo forest in the east. He also rummaged through the boxes and found silver wire to make a fishing line. Finally, he dug up the soft soil by the lake. , I caught a few loaches to use as bait...
He did these things so skillfully and with such ease. When he used a simple knife to cut off the excess branches and leaves on the bamboo, many worries and distracting thoughts in his heart seemed to be cut off without realizing it. When he tied the fishing line and hook, his mind began to become calm, and when he started fishing, there were almost no distracting thoughts in his mind.
The so-called fishing is just for fishing, so whether it is Qingyun Martial Arts or the Three Sects of Swordsmanship in the future, they are all forgotten by him at this moment. What he has in his heart is just a light leisurely interest...
It is a kind of leisurely fun in childhood. The sky in childhood seems to be bluer, and the sunset is more gorgeous and colorful. More importantly, childhood is always more leisurely than now, and there is not much Competition, no pressure, no need to practice hard, as long as you eat three meals a day, the rest of the time can be leisurely and interesting...
Unknowingly, Shen Lang's state of mind became purer and quieter, and then he gradually closed his eyes...
...
"What! Fishing?" Under the scorching sun, Yang Ye wiped the sweat off his face, with a look of disbelief on his face. "What the hell! The Qingyun Contest is about to happen, and he still has the heart to fish? You
Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
Zhao Tianba said: "I don't know what happened, but after he returned to Bihu Xiaozhu, he did nothing. He just lay on the meadow by the lake and took a nap for a while, and then suddenly started fishing.
, with a leisurely look on his face, as if he is indifferent to the affairs of Qingyun Huiwu."
"Indifferent?" Yang Ye twitched the corners of his mouth and let out a cold snort from his nose.
What is this? There are only a few days left in the Qingyun Martial Arts Competition, and Shen Lang’s first opponent is him! His candidates, Yang Ye’s true disciples, are all working to break Shen Lang’s gravity technique
Final preparations, but that guy Shen Lang is actually fishing leisurely?
Doesn't this make it clear that you don't take him seriously?
"Could he do this on purpose?" Zhao Tianba asked carefully.
"Deliberately?" Hearing these two words, Yang Ye became even more angry, "What do you mean? Do you also think that he is sure of winning, so you don't take me seriously at all, so you fish leisurely?"
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant." Zhao Tianba was startled and quickly explained: "Senior brother, you are far stronger than him, how could you lose to him? I mean, that kid Shen Lang has always been
So cunning, has he given up? He knew he couldn't beat you, so before the game started, he wanted to use this method to deliberately anger you and disturb your mood? "
"Humph, it's just being mysterious! Is my state of mind so easily disturbed?" Yang Ye took a deep breath and tried to calm down his anxiety: "If we continue to explore, I don't believe that he will keep fishing!"
...
The rippling lake water produced bursts of light waves, gently washing Shen Lang's heart. Before he knew it, the sun had set to the west, dyeing half of the sky with colorful clouds.
Shen Lang looked at the water waves reflecting the colorful clouds, and felt a little gain in his heart, but also felt like he had gained nothing.
In the waves, a plump carp secretly bit the earthworm on the fishhook. Seeing that the time had come, Shen Lang gently lifted the fishing rod, and the plump carp, which was as long as a foot, had fallen into his hands.
"Where's fishing?" Suddenly a pleasant voice came to my ears.
Shen Lang didn't look up, but he recognized that it was Lin Yue'er's voice, so he responded softly: "Well, you are optimistic about a big fish! Let's make fish soup tonight!"
"Really? Where's the fish?" Lin Yue'er asked doubtfully.
"Fish? Isn't it in your hand?" Shen Lang said in confusion while holding the fish in his hand.
"Really? Where's the fish?" Lin Yue'er still asked.
"Fish?" Shen Lang looked at the fish in his hand again, but watched helplessly as the red-tailed carp gradually disappeared in his hand. Then he saw that the green lake gradually became transparent, and the light reflected on the lake surface became very bright, and then
...he opened his eyes.
"Damn! It turned out to be a dream!" Shen Lang finally woke up.
"So, you still know that you are dreaming." Lin Yue'er said: "Where is your fish?"
"Fish?" Shen Lang subconsciously lifted the fishing rod, but saw no fish. Not only was there no fish, even the fishhook was swallowed by some shameless and greedy big fish.
"The hooks are all gone, what kind of fish did you catch?" Lin Yue'er joked: "You are still drinking fish soup, please wipe the fish on your mouth."
"Uh..." Shen Lang was immediately very embarrassed, but then he thought about it. There was fish in the dream before, and there was Lin Yue'er. Now the fish was gone, but Lin Yue'er was still there.
Could it be such a coincidence that Lin Yue'er, whom he happened to dream about, happened to be in front of him?
"Damn! Could this still be a dream? If this is really a dream..." Shen Lang thought about the scene of a certain woman in the cave one night, and his eyes suddenly turned evil when he looked at Lin Yue'er.
I thought to myself, how can I say that she is also my first woman? At first, it was not my fault, but she was always teasing me and oppressing me in reality, and now she is teasing me in my dreams? And twice?
I can't defeat you in the real world. Could it be that in my dream, I can still be bullied by you?
Chen Pipi has a good saying, as long as you are brave, a female gangster can take her home and become a bride. As long as you are brave, even a nightmare can be turned into an erotic dream!
Thinking like this, Shen Lang boldly rushed towards Lin Yue'er...