Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 22 Fishing (Please comment!)
Good place.

Chen Yu looked around, the beautiful scenery made people feel better.

He turned a big rock from the stream under his body, and after squatting, he tied the fishing line and the fishing rod tightly, then put on the earthworms shaken from the bamboo tube, and threw them towards the inner part of the pool. go.

I specially cut two pieces of iron nails and crushed them into pendants. The white feather leaves used for floating are a kind of wild grass that will turn into feathers when it dries up. There are many in the woodland behind the yard.

After a tug, the twisted knots are woven into long rods and interspersed on the fishing line.

Boom!
The bait falls into the water.

With his eyes fixed on the float, Chen Yu gradually relaxed.

His mind sank, and all the recent events emerged in his mind.Ever since he catalyzed the mutated big white root that can breed aura through inspiration, he has never had a chance to sort it out. Today, taking advantage of fishing time, he happened to take a look at these things and think about the connection.

The inspiration came from the sea of ​​consciousness, which was a chaotic space that was accidentally entered three months ago. There was a boundless ocean, which seemed to be the embodiment of spiritual consciousness, constantly disturbing the wind and waves.

He suspected that the boundlessness and turmoil of the sea of ​​consciousness had something to do with the countless light spots floating in the sea.

It is not yet clear what the source of these light spots is, maybe it was affected by time travel.

Most of the light spots dissipate the moment they appear, and only a very few will be caught by inexplicable forces and condense into silver-white solid particles.

That is inspiration.

The reason why Chen Yu named it Lingji was because he thought it had something to do with his soul consciousness, and secondly, he discovered its magical ability to evolve creatures in the first experiment.

The emergence of inspiration made him full of curiosity, especially the fact that it can be applied to foreign objects is particularly interesting.

The experiment started. In order to understand the specific function of the inspiration, one piece of dead and living things was integrated into light particles, and some results were not obtained until recently.

The alienated white stick formed a hollow chamber while changing its appearance, and inside it was another kind of power derived from inspiration—reiki.

It has to be said that Chen Yu still had some illusions at the time, thinking that this strange gas might really be the legendary aura, and maybe he could use it to embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

But after repeated verifications and trials of derivatives such as spiritual energy, spiritual liquid and spiritual source, he understood the difference between the two, which were completely different things.

The spiritual energy he planted is 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 the spiritual liquid acts on the body to strengthen the effectiveness of martial arts and even help people to break through.

Of course, there is still the biggest question in front of him, which is what happened to his body.

Perhaps the change after drinking the spiritual liquid is not a bad thing, but it doesn't mean that Chen Yu will become a master of potion in a daze, he really wants to find out.

But just like what I realized a while ago, I just need to think about these tangled things slowly. He is still young, so he doesn't have to worry about time, as long as he doesn't go into a dead end.

Temporary comprehension is nothing, if he is lucky enough to figure it out, maybe there will be some unexpected gains.

At this moment, the float trembled, Chen Yu's eyes suddenly focused, and his palms fell on the bamboo pole like lightning.

Whoa!
Lift the pole, and the 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's mouth opened wide, spit out the hook, and then jumped back into the water again.

Pfft!
Holding the empty hook, he felt a little helpless, but his face was still calm, it was normal to unhook it.

Fishermen often do this.

Looking at the earthworm on the eye hook, it has been bitten in half, and only half of it is hanging on it.He didn't replace it with a new one, so he continued to throw the half of it down. He calmed down, breathed in the fragrance of the surrounding vegetation, and waited for the next predestined fish.

The environment here is really good, if it is not too far away from the Taoist temple, he would like to come here to practice martial arts every day.Even if you don't punch, it's good to breathe out.

Of course, this is not to say that practicing martial arts in the deep mountains is better than other places. In fact, martial arts are the same as fame, in the final analysis, they are all achieved by fighting.

Without light training, there will never be much achievement.

This is the case with the old Taoist priests of the previous generation. Most of his kung fu was done at the foot of the mountain.

It's no wonder that under the influence of his predecessor, he has the idea of ​​wandering down the mountain every day.

Chen Yu couldn't deny this. Although the body is the same body, the two people's thoughts are completely different.

Don't talk about his fists and kicks, which were not popular in the first place, even if he has initially mastered Tong Jin, he still dare not say how powerful he is.

Third rate, second rate, first rate, top, master.

Most of the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are informal, and these are not so much the realm of martial arts, but more like a well-recognized name.What kind of level is crowned on the head, you can indirectly see how the fists are.

But this doesn't mean anything, people in the martial arts world have always been the boss and my second child, and the emperor and I have to stay behind.No one is convinced, so you have to fight to know in the end.

Chen Yu didn't have that aggressiveness, he just wanted to stay safely on the mountain and guard his one-acre three-point land, and he was not interested in fighting for kings and hegemony down the mountain.

It's not cowardly, it's just troublesome.

I have seen this kind of thing too much in my memory, maybe when I was young, when I was old, there would be endless children and grandchildren, and I was tired of thinking about it.

The blood feud is accumulated bit by bit like this.

Chen Yu claims to be a kind person, and he doesn't have the mind to intrigue, so after much deliberation, being a mountain nerd suits him.

Besides, it's not that he has nothing to do, there are too many things that can be catalyzed by his inspiration, and he plans to try them one by one, so he doesn't have time to make trouble with those reckless people.

"It's better to cultivate."

The float shook, Chen Yu sighed, and lowered himself to pull the rod.

With a bang, accompanied by rippling water, the head of the fish poked out.

Then there was another bang, and when he raised his pole sharply to look over, he saw a jet-black fish tail swaying towards him, and then sank into the water.

"..."

I always feel that this black fish is somewhat familiar.

Seems like it was just unhooked as well.

No way, just keep waiting.

Putting on the new earthworm, Chen Yu didn't think much about it at the moment, he just thought that his first two shots fell in the opponent's nest.

So he moved and threw it in another direction.

The stream was gurgling, and the small sounds lingered in his ears. At this time, the sky was already bright, and it was probably almost noon, but he was still not hungry, so he planned to open his mouth first, and then he would finish his lunch after launching the fish basket into the water.

After waiting, another two hours passed.

Whoa!
Blackfish prancing, their fins glistening in the sun.

Just like Chen Yu's face, it was so dark that it shone.

"???"

why is it you again!
The key is how to unhook every time! !
Holding the empty fishhook, his chest and abdomen rose and fell, and he felt a breath of stagnant air stagnating in his throat, and he couldn't vomit quickly.

A familiar plop 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 was really helpless, so he could only sigh while looking for new fishing spots.

But the deep pool said it was not small or big, so I searched around, but I didn't know if there was only this lonely black fish in the whole pool, or if the earthworms added with psychic liquid 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, he encountered that familiar black fish more than a dozen times.

When the evening was approaching, the earthworms were almost exhausted, so 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 it might be a problem with earthworms. At worst, there were too few fish in this pond. Anyway, it was definitely not his fishing technique that made a mistake.

Chen Yu has never seen a fish that has bitten more than 20 times, and every time it is pulled out of the water, it will be unhooked.

Turning around and looking, the setting sun was shining, and the left and right were full of crimson.

After two glances, a black fish could be vaguely seen floating in the pool not far away, spit out foam, and then sank down again, just like when it first came in the morning.

Chen Yu lifted the fishing gear expressionlessly, stepped on the water to the path, and set foot on the way back.

On March 23, it was sunny.

The pool water is deep and cool.

air force.

(End of this chapter)