Chapter 161: Boy, Clip It!

Zhang Yi and Zifeng Daoist returned to the camp without saying a word, and did not stay in the camp for a long time.

After Daoist Zifeng just took a knife, he asked Zhang Yi to follow him and left here.

On the way, Zhang Yi and Zifeng Daoist opened a distance, not for anything else, but I was afraid that Zifeng Daoist would be angry and angry, and pinch the knife to give Zhang Yi a few knives!

It's better to keep a distance, just in case!

Zifeng Daoist had a straight face at this time, the whole face was black, he reached out and folded two thinner branches beside him, and then picked up the knife and cut the two branches into a pair of chopsticks.

"Take it!" After Daoist Zifeng put away the knife, he threw the chopsticks to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi hurriedly caught the chopsticks and asked with curiosity, "We want to have breakfast?"

"Breakfast? Hehe...... These chopsticks are for your training! Daoist Zifeng said after sneering.

"Huh!?" Zhang Yi's face was full of question marks.

Daoist Zifeng didn't explain too much, just walked lightly.

Walking and walking, Zhang Yi smelled a faint fishy smell, Zhang Yi moved his nose and sniffed it carefully and found that it was a fishy smell.

At this time, Zhang Yi also saw that there was a bunch of unknown things on top of a big stone not far away, and countless green-headed flies fluttered on it, and the fishy smell came from these unknown things.

Zhang Yi wrinkled his nose and looked at the things on the big stone, and Zhang Yi also knew that the thing on the big stone should be the fish offal that Daoist Zifeng had taken in the past two days.

"Go up and pick up the flies with chopsticks!" Zifeng Daoist pointed to the pile of flies on the big stone and said.

"Huh!? What do chopsticks hold? Zhang Yi slapped him, suspecting that he had misheard.

Daoist Zifeng glanced at Zhang Yi's movements lightly, and said lightly: "You heard it right, take chopsticks and pick flies!"

Zhang Yi: Σ(゚∀゚ノ)ノ

There are only bridges in this kind of funny movie, and it is thanks to you that you can figure it out.

complained and complained, Zhang Yi still endured the fishy smell and stepped forward with chopsticks and clamped them.

Everyone who has seen the animal world knows that flies have a pair of compound eyes, and this pair of compound eyes is composed of more than 400 single eyes, which can be said to be 360 degrees of three-dimensional without dead ends, even if ten hands attack it from different directions at the same time, it can detect loopholes and escape from it. It takes two to three seconds for a human sports car to accelerate to 100 meters, while a fly accelerates in 0.03 seconds for 100 meters.

And the temporal resolution of flies is ten times higher than that of humans. So in the eyes of a fly, our human speed is equivalent to slowing down tenfold.

Zhang Yi took the chopsticks and compared them to the fish viscera, and occasionally slammed the chopsticks down, but he couldn't catch the flies.

Daoist Zifeng looked at Zhang Yi, who was stupidly holding flies, and remembered when Fairy Ying had trained him in pre-reading, it was really miserable.

Fairy Ying's training was to first take Zifeng Daoist to a large forest, and went around the forest for most of the day to find a tree. Then he took out a rope and tied it first to the tree, and then to the Zifeng Daoist.

At that time, Daoist Zifeng thought that Fairy Ying had a heavy taste and liked to play something else, so he stood there stupidly, letting Fairy Ying tie up.

After that, Fairy Ying first gave Zifeng Daoist a wooden sword with a smile, then picked up a stone on the ground, and with a wave of his wrist, he threw the stone directly into the tree.

After throwing out the stone, Fairy Ying first smiled at the Zifeng Daoist, and then ran out quickly

The Zifeng Daoist was immersed in the beautiful smile of Fairy Ying, when he suddenly heard the sound of "buzzing ......". When I looked back, I saw a large swarm of wasps flying out of the trees, viciously pounced on Zifeng Daoist.

Grass! Grass! Grass! Grass! Come on......... ε=ε=ε=┏(°ロ°; )┛!!

Zifeng Daoist raised his feet and ran out, but after running a few steps, he was pulled to the ground by the rope tied around his waist.

Untie the rope! Untie the rope! What is this TM? How do you solve it? Σ( ° △ °|||) ︴

Daoist Zifeng looked at the complex knot like Luban's lock, and directly gave up.

Cut the rope! Cut the rope! I rubbed it, and it was actually a mountaineering rope...... (°ー°〃)

Zifeng Daoist directly gave up the idea of cutting the rope with the wooden sword in his hand.

Fuck！！！ Come on, I'm fighting you hornets! ("▼Dish▼")

With a wooden sword in both hands, Daoist Zifeng slashed at the wasps.

"You have to pre-read their attacks and dodge them within the range of the rope that can move, and you have to pre-read their flight trajectory and shoot them down with a wooden sword. Come on! Fairy Ying's beautiful voice slowly came from a distance.

The only thing that can respond to Fairy Ying is the scolding and screaming of Zifeng Daoist......

Thinking of that time of training and pre-reading, Daoist Zifeng shivered coldly.

In front of him, Zhang Yi was holding chopsticks to clip around, and he didn't catch a fly for a long time.

"Carefully read the fly's flight trajectory and then pre-read the direction of the fly." Daoist Zifeng was not far away, and reminded leisurely.

After Zhang Yi heard this, he first observed it carefully, and then felt that it was almost time to get off the chopsticks, but the fly flew out directly from between the chopsticks with an S-shaped bend.

Zhang Yi endured the fishy smell, and from time to time put down the chopsticks to put down the flies, and then Zhang Yi was already indifferent to this fishy smell, and he couldn't smell it at all.

Time passed little by little, and suddenly Zhang Yi heard the sound of "gurgling", and looked for the source of the sound slightly, and found that his stomach was screaming.

Zhang Yi touched his stomach and recalled that he hadn't eaten breakfast, and now he was already in the third day.

"Uncle Feng, it's almost time to eat!" Zhang Yi turned his head and shouted to the Zifeng Daoist who was sitting not far away.

"Isn't it true that we cultivators can fill our stomachs just by drinking dew and inhaling clouds?" Daoist Zifeng opened his eyes from the seat and said lightly.

Ha!? Drink dew? Smoke the clouds? You treat me as a little fairy! You must be taking revenge on me for cheating you 10,000 times! (￢_￢)

Jokes are jokes, and the rice still has to be eaten.

When the two returned to the camp, Daoist Zifeng took out a few packets of compressed biscuits with a long shelf life, ignited the fire from last night, and then scooped up some river water to boil, and threw it directly into a packet of ready-to-eat packaged seaweed soup.

In this way, the two of them drank seaweed soup and compressed biscuits to pass away their hungry stomachs.

The soup was full, and the two of them returned to their old place and prepared to start the pre-reading training.

This time, Zhang Yi asked Daoist Zifeng to demonstrate how to clamp flies with chopsticks to confirm whether Daoist Zifeng was pit himself?

Daoist Zifeng snorted coldly and took the chopsticks from Zhang Yi's hand, stood next to the big stone with the fish entrails, and stood for five minutes at a time, and then the chopsticks were quickly inserted and clamped. I saw a green-headed fly in front of the chopsticks, and it was rapidly waving its wings, trying to break free from the chopsticks.

"Boy, go and clip it!" After Daoist Zifeng threw the chopsticks back to Zhang Yi, he left directly with his hands behind his back.

Only Zhang Yi opened his big mouth, thinking about everything that happened just now.