Great place.

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

After squatting down, he tightened the fishing line and rod, then put on the earthworm that had been shaken off from the bamboo tube and threw it towards the inner part of the pool.

Two iron nails were specially cut and crushed into a pendant, and the white feather leaves were used for floating, which is a kind of wild grass that will become like feathers when it dries, and there are many in the woodland behind the yard.

Pull a handful, twist and weave a long rod like a long rod interspersed on the fishing line.

Boom!

The bait falls into the water.

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

My mind sank, and I thought about what had happened recently. Since he catalyzed the mutated big white root that can breed aura through the spiritual machine, he has never had the opportunity to sort it out, and today he took advantage of the fishing effort to take these things into a package and think about the connection.

The spiritual machine is born from the sea of consciousness, which is a chaotic space that I accidentally entered three months ago, there is an endless ocean, suspected to be the embodiment of spiritual consciousness, always stirring up the wind and waves.

The immensity and agitation of the sea of consciousness, he suspected, had something to do with the countless points of light floating and undulating in the sea.

It is not clear what the origin of these points of light is, but it may be affected by the crossing.

Most of the points of light dissipated the moment they appeared, and only a few of them were captured by an inexplicable force and condensed into silvery-white solid particles.

That is, the spiritual machine.

The reason why Chen Yu named it Lingji is that he thinks it is related to his soul consciousness, and secondly, he discovered his magical ability to make creatures evolve in his first experiments.

The appearance of the spirit made him full of curiosity, especially the fact that it could be applied to external objects, which was particularly interesting.

Experiments began, and in order to understand the specific role of the psychic mechanism, dead and living things were fused with light particles, and only recently did they achieve some results.

The alienated white stick formed a hollow chamber while changing its appearance, and there was another power derived from the spirit machine - aura.

I have to say that Chen Yu still had some illusions at that 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 the verification again and again and the trial of derivatives such as the aura and the spiritual liquid, the spiritual source made it clear to him the difference between the two, which was a completely different thing.

The aura he planted was a tonic.

That's all.

However, there are still fogs lingering, such as the principle of the fusion of aura and well water into spiritual liquid, and the reason why spiritual liquid can act on the body to strengthen the effectiveness of martial arts training and even help people break through.

Of course, there is also the biggest question in front of him, and that is what happened to his body.

The change after drinking the spiritual liquid may not be a bad thing, but this does not mean that Chen Yu is going to be a master of medicine, he wants to figure it out.

But just like what I realized some time ago, these tangled things are slowly thought about, he is still young, and he doesn't worry about time, as long as he doesn't go to the tip of the horns.

It's nothing for a while, and if he really gets it figured out by luck, maybe there will be some unexpected gains.

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

Wow!

Splash up!

The slender tail of the fish is dragged by a long line and jumps 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 with a reflexive leap.

Poof!

Pinching the empty fishhook, he was a little helpless, but his face was quite calm, and it was normal to unhook.

Anglers often do this.

Looking at the earthworm on the hook, it has been bitten in half, and only half of it is hanging on it. He calmed down, breathed the fragrance of the grass and trees around him, and waited for the next fateful fish.

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

Of course, this does not mean that practicing martial arts in the deep mountains is better than in other places, in fact, martial arts are the same as fame, in the final analysis, they are all played.

I don't have much to accomplish if I don't practice lightly.

The old Taoist priest of the previous generation was like this, most of his kung fu was played under the mountain, going south and north, and the cloud crane step was used perfectly, I don't know how many people in the rivers and lakes were played.

It's no wonder that the predecessor was exposed to the idea of going down the mountain every day.

Chen Yu can't deny this, although the body is the same body, the two have completely different ideas.

Don't say that the fists and feet that were not in the stream are not in the stream, but now that they have mastered the strength, they don't dare to say how powerful they are.

Third-rate, second-rate, first-class, top-notch, grandmaster.

Most of the children of the rivers and lakes are informal, and these are not so much the realm of martial arts, but more like a recognized name by everyone. What kind of level is crowned on the head, you can indirectly see how punches and kicks are.

But this doesn't mean anything, people in the martial arts have always been the eldest and my second, and the emperor and Lao Tzu have to go a little back. No one is convinced by anyone, so you don't know until the end of the fight.

Chen Yu didn't have that competitive spirit, he just wanted to stay on the mountain and guard his one-third of an acre of land, and he was not interested in the matter of competing for hegemony under the mountain.

It's not that I'm cowardly, I just feel troublesome.

I have seen too much of this kind of thing in my memory, maybe I am small, I am old, and my children and grandchildren are endless, and I am tired to think about it.

This is how the blood feud accumulates little by little.

Chen Yu prides himself on being a kind person, and he doesn't have the heart to intrigue, so after thinking about it, it is better to be a mountain otaku for himself.

Besides, he didn't have nothing to do, there were too many things that could be catalyzed by spiritual powers, and he planned to try them one by one, so he didn't have the time to mess with those reckless people.

"It's better to cultivate."

The fish drifted and trembled, Chen Yu sighed while lowering his body to prepare to pull the rod.

There was a bang, accompanied by a splash, and the fish's head poked out.

Then there was another thud, and when he raised his rod sharply to look over, he saw a fishtail as black as ink wagging at him, and then submerged in the water.

“……”

It always felt like this black fish was somewhat familiar.

It seems that it is also the one that has just been decoupled.

No way, just keep waiting.

Wearing a new earthworm, Chen Yu didn't think much about it at this moment, only when his first two shots fell into the opponent's nest.

So he moved and threw it in the other direction.

The stream was murmuring, and the sound of small pieces rang in his ears, and the sky was already bright at this time, and it was estimated that it was almost noon, but he was not hungry in his stomach, so he planned to open it first, and put the fish basket into the water before solving lunch.

And so on, and another two hours passed.

Wow!

The black fish leaps, and the fins sparkle in the sun.

Just like Chen Yu's face, it was dark and shiny.

“？？？”

How are you again!

The key is how to get out of the hook every time!!

Holding the empty fishhook, his chest and abdomen rose and fell, and he only felt a mouthful of depressed qi accumulated in his throat, not vomiting or unhappy.

A familiar pop sounded out.

The palm-sized black fish jumped into the water, its tail cocked high, like a victorious king.

In the end, Chen Yu really couldn't, so he could only sigh while looking for a new fishing spot.

But the deep pool said that it was not small, and it was not big, so I looked left and right, but I don't know if there was only this lonely black fish in the whole pool, or the earthworm with spiritual liquid was completely unattractive to other fish.

However, I had more than a dozen encounters with the familiar black fish.

As it approached evening, when the earthworms were running out, he got up to pack his things.

The expression was indifferent, but the heart had become numb.

He thinks it's probably a problem with the hook, or maybe it's really a problem with earthworms, no matter how bad it is, there are too few fish in this pool, and it will definitely not be his fishing skills that have gone wrong.

Chen Yu has never seen a fish that has bitten more than 20 times and unhooked as soon as it is pulled out of the water.

When I looked back, the sunset was shining, and the left and right were full of crimson.

After two glances, a black fish could be faintly seen in the pool not far away, spitting foam, and then sinking again, just as it had been when I first came in the morning.

Chen Yu pulled the fishing gear expressionlessly, stepped on the water and walked to the trail, and stepped on the way back.

March 23, fine.

The water in the pool is deep and cool.

Air force.