Chapter 156: Fishing

Zhang Yi took a sharper stone and a larger stone and cut it while smashing it, and worked for half an hour before cutting off a branch.

Zhang Yi looked at a branch that had been cut down with great difficulty in his hand, then looked up at the Zifeng Daoist who was still looking at him coldly with his hands behind his back not far away, and continued to cut after a pause.

Finally, Zhang Yi finally managed to get the two branches, and Zhang Yi dragged the two branches to the front of Daoist Zifeng.

"Why is it so slow?" Daoist Zifeng asked lightly with his hands behind his back.

"I don't have the tools again, of course it's slow!" Zhang Yi said non-poorly.

Daoist Zifeng let out a soft sigh, moved his left foot slightly, and then hooked up.

At this time, Zhang Yi found that there was a military camouflage tarp at the left foot of Zifeng Daoist, because this tarpaulin was so real that Zhang Yi didn't see it for a while.

After Zifeng Daoist hooked up the camouflage tarp, he saw that the equipment and some daily necessities needed for field accommodation were covered underneath, and Zhang Yi could also see that there was a machete in it.

"What do you do with a long mouth? Don't know to ask? Zifeng Daoist said disdainfully.

ZHANG Yi:( ̄□ ̄; )……

You must have done it on purpose, absolutely, definitely, 100 percent, just now when I was chopping branches, I kept looking at me with a stinky face, and anyone who saw you like this thought that they had to find a way to solve it, and it was really full of routines!

"Alright, clean up the branches, and tie the line and hook on." Daoist Zifeng squatted down, took out a small dagger from the field equipment, a circle of fishing lines, two buoys and a small bag of fishing hooks and handed them to Zhang Yi.

"We're going fishing?" Zhang Yi asked curiously after taking the props from Zifeng Daoist's hand.

"Yes!" Daoist Zifeng nodded in response.

Although Zhang Yi didn't understand what the purpose of Daoist Zifeng was doing this, he didn't ask much! Although Zifeng Taoist is sometimes a little nervous, he likes to take advantage of small advantages, likes to bully future students, the limit of laziness, and so on...... Thinking about it this way, it seems that Zifeng Daoist has no advantages.

Soon Zhang Yi made two branches into fishing rods, and during this period, Zifeng Daoist was not idle, digging some earthworms in some fertile and moist soil, ready to be used as bait.

"Let's go!" After seeing that Zhang Yi had already finished the fishing rod, Daoist Zifeng picked a large leaf, wrapped the earthworm and took a bucket, and then walked in one direction.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi picked up a fishing rod made of branches and followed behind Zifeng Daoist.

The two of them didn't walk for much time, and they came to a natural river swim, only to see that the river swim was extremely clear, and you could see the aquatic plants swaying with the water at the bottom of the river, and you could also see some palm-sized fish swimming in the aquatic plants, and from time to time they burst out of the water.

"Alright, let's fish here!" Daoist Zifeng put down the bucket and waved his hand to Zhang Yi, motioning for Zhang Yi to bring the branch fishing rod.

After Daoist Zifeng took the fishing rod and strung the earthworm to the hook, he handed it to Zhang Yi.

"I think it's good, you can fish here!" Daoist Zifeng handed the fishing rod with the earthworm strung to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi replied lightly, then found a clean stone pier nearby, sat down, and then threw the line and fished.

Before the fishing line could sink completely, Daoist Zifeng took out a black cloth from his arms and said, "Cover your eyes and fish!"

"What!? Uncle! Don't tease me, how can I fish blindfolded!? Zhang Yi complained with a confused face.

"Really? You get out of the way, and I'll show you! Daoist Zifeng gestured to Zhang Yi.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi put down the fishing rod and climbed up from the stone pier.

After Zhang Yi got out of the way, Daoist Zifeng sat on the stone pier in a meditative posture, and asked Zhang Yi to blindfold himself with a black cloth.

"Look!" After being blindfolded, Daoist Zifeng picked up the fishing rod on the side and said softly.

Zhang Yi nodded when he heard this, and stood aside to watch carefully how Daoist Zifeng fished blindfolded.

Time passed minute by minute, Zifeng Daoist was motionless in a fishing posture, and suddenly Zhang Yi found that Zifeng Daoist gradually disappeared, as if he was integrated with the surrounding environment.

Zhang Yi rubbed his eyes and found that Daoist Zifeng was still on the stone pier and had not disappeared at all.

What's going on?

Zhang Yizheng was puzzled, and suddenly Daoist Zifeng lifted the rod with both hands, and saw that there was already a half-palm-sized river crucian carp biting the hook in the fishing line.

"Do you see?" Daoist Zifeng tore off the black cloth that covered his eyes, untied the fish from the hook, and put it in the bucket next to him.

"This ......" Zhang Yi's mouth widened, and he looked incredulous.

"Come on, you can try!" After putting down the fishing rod, Daoist Zifeng stood up from the stone pier.

Zhang Yi sat on the stone pier and looked at the fishing rod in his hand with a stupid look.

"Don't be in a daze!" Daoist Zifeng said on the side.

"Oooh!" Zhang Yi came back to his senses, skewered the earthworm on the hook and threw it out.

After Zhang Yi finished throwing the rod, Daoist Zifeng blindfolded Zhang Yi with a black cloth, and then retreated to the side and watched quietly without saying a word.

After Zhang Yi was blindfolded, he always felt that the bamboo pole he was holding seemed to be biting bait, but if he felt it carefully, he didn't feel that there was none.

In this way, Zhang Yi struggled for two or three minutes, directly picked up the fishing rod with both hands, and just wanted to pull the black cloth on his eyes to see the situation.

Zifeng Daoist said leisurely: "Don't pick it, there is no fish!" Let's re-cast the rod! ”

When Zhang Yi heard this, he stopped wanting to take off the black cloth, held the fishing rod with both hands, and threw it blindfolded.

But after two or three minutes, Zhang Yi wanted to lift the rod again.

At this time, Daoist Zifeng held down Zhang Yi's action of wanting to lift the rod and said, "You can't catch a fish in your life."

"Relax your body, don't work so hard!" Zifeng Daoist let go of his hand and said.

"Start taking a deep breath, inhale and exhale again!"

"Calm the mind and listen carefully to the sound of the water."

"So you can hear the fish in the water."

Zhang Yi followed the instructions of Daoist Zifeng, relaxed his body naturally, took a few deep breaths, and gradually calmed his heart.

"Don't be in a hurry, just calm down and wait slowly."

"Look, a fish has swam close to your fishing rod."

"It's still hesitant to eat the bait."

"Not yet, you know?"

"The moment it bites, pull the rod up."

"Keep waiting patiently, now is not the time."

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"Now is it, pull the rod!"

Zhang Yi pulled the fishing rod violently when he heard this, and suddenly felt that the fishing rod was much heavier, but the fishing rod was still shaking, and Zhang Yi knew that he had caught a fish without tearing off the black cloth.