Chapter 157: This Feeling

Zhang Yi took off the black cloth and saw a fish fluttering on the fishing rod, and his face was surprised and seemed to be a little unbelieving, this was caught by himself.

"Do you remember how you felt?" Daoist Zifeng patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and asked.

Zhang Yi closed his eyes and savored the feeling when fishing, opened his eyes after a while, and nodded.

"Remember that feeling, don't forget!"

"Yes! By the way, what time is it? When Zhang Yi untied the fish from the line and put it in the bucket, it felt like it was much brighter.

"It's less than half past nine!" Daoist Zifeng took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and replied.

"Half past nine!? It's impossible......" Zhang Yi said in astonishment.

"Do you think there's not much time left?"

"Well, it's like it's only been ten minutes!"

"You're in that very mysterious state, so it feels like time has only passed for a while."

"Such an amazing !!"

"You're quite talented, you can get into that feeling so quickly!"

"Oh~~ That means I'm a genius!" Zhang Yi said complacently.

"It's a little worse than me!" Zifeng Daoist said with a stinky fart.

“…………”

"Okay, while you still feel like you haven't forgotten, hurry up and continue fishing!" Daoist Zifeng picked up a fishing rod and walked straight to another place to prepare to fish.

After Daoist Zifeng left, Zhang Yi changed the bait, threw the rod, pulled on the black cloth and continued to fish.

But that kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling never came, and Zhang Yi began to feel numb again.

No, no, you have to be calm, you have to calm down, the more you can't get into that state, take a deep breath to relax your body, and listen with your heart.

Gradually, although Zhang Yi was blindfolded, he slowly saw something.

The pale gray river and the light black earth are like watching a black and white movie, although these things are black, but the living things have a different color, such as the trees are grass green, and the fish in the river are sky blue.

Zhang Yi could see blue fish swimming around in the gray river. There were also a few fish that were constantly hovering around the bait, as if they were hesitating to eat it.

Zhang Yi was in the previous state, and he still carefully tasted what the situation was, and the fish bit the hook, and he also lifted the rod and withdrew from this feeling.

"Oops! It's amazing......" Zhang Yi exclaimed.

But with this trace of cranky thoughts, this feeling suddenly receded.

"This ...... I ......" Zhang Yi tore off the blindfolded black cloth, looked at the fishing rod in his hand, and forcibly squeezed out a smile.

"Learn to control your breathing! Let your heart be like water! The voice of the Zifeng Daoist came from not far away.

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly, and after blindfolding the black cloth again, he planned to find that feeling again.

"Okay, let's take a break for a while, it's time for lunch!" Daoist Zifeng came over with a fishing rod.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi took off the black cloth and looked at Zifeng Daoist, only then did he realize that the sun was in the middle of the sky, and the feeling of feeling entering this time seemed to be very short, but in fact it was a long time.

"Let's go!" Daoist Zifeng picked up the bucket and said.

Zhang Yi looked at the seven or eight live fish in the bucket, apparently caught by the sub-wind Taoist priest on the side when he entered that state.

Back at the place where the field tools were placed, Daoist Zifeng took out a knife from it and handed it to Zhang Yi.

"Now, go and kill the fish! Don't throw away the offal, bring it back! ”

"Oh!" Zhang Yi took the knife, picked up the fish bucket, and returned to the place where he was fishing just now. "Hey! Obviously he was going to come back to kill the fish, why did Uncle Feng bring the bucket back just now? Could it be that he is middle-aged demented? ”(˘•ω•˘)

Zhang Yi secretly thought to himself while killing the fish, and soon the seven or eight in the bucket were killed, scooped a bucket of clean water, put the killed and washed fish into it, and then took a few leaves to wrap the fish internal organs, and then went back with the bucket.

When he returned to the camp, he found that Daoist Zifeng had already lit a fire, and there were several barbecue forks next to the fire.

I'll go, so well equipped!! (*ﾟﾛﾟ)!!

"Why are you killing so slowly, come here, let's grill fish at noon!" Daoist Zifeng beckoned to Zhang Yi and said.

"What are you going to do with this fish entrail?" After Zhang Yi approached, he handed over the tight fish viscera of the bag.

"Secret...... You string the fish first, I'll go do something and I'll be back soon! After Daoist Zifeng took the fish offal, he got up and walked to a place.

Zhang Yi didn't think much about Zifeng Daoist's strange behavior, squatted down and washed the barbecue fork with the water in the bucket, and then skewered the fish.

Before he could skewer a few of them, Daoist Zifeng came back, and the fish viscera in his hand was gone.

"You're back!?" Zhang Yi stabbed the barbecue fork behind the fish and inserted it next to the fire.

"Yes!" Zifeng Daoist took out a plastic box from the pile of tools in the field, and when he opened it, he saw that it was densely packed with various spices.

Zhang Yi: Σ(゚∀゚ノ)ノ

"Uncle Feng! Do you come to this place every day? You ain't have nowhere to live, so live here! Zhang Yi couldn't help but complain.

Daoist Zifeng glanced at Zhang Yi, grabbed a small amount of salt and sprinkled it on a fish's body, and then grabbed a handful of cumin and sprinkled it on it, looking at this skillful technique, it is definitely not the first time to do this!

Zhang Yi originally suspected that Zifeng Taoist was homeless, had no nest to live in, slept in the open every day, and was bedridden by heaven and earth.

But now it's 100% sure.

"Hiss hiss......" The fish makes a moving roasting sound and a burst of fragrant aroma!

While the fish was still roasting, Zhang Yi asked Daoist Zifeng about the soul returning corpse demon, because there was something Zhang Yi didn't find the relevant information.

"Uncle Feng, why is that Xuan cat's speed so fast? I can't see my figure anymore, is it true that all the soul corpses and demons are like this? ”

"You know that in order to keep your body from being damaged, the brain will limit the muscle strength to about 20%, but you can remove the brain restriction and increase the limit to about 30% to 35% through medicine and high-intensity training, but it is still suppressed to the limit." Daoist Zifeng flickered the fire and paused before continuing: "Once the creature dies, this restraint will be lifted, and it will burst out with one hundred percent power, so the speed of that Xuan Cat can be so fast. But this intense intensity and speed will separate one's own flesh from each other. ”