Qian Yang was itchy by Chen Ying's words, and he couldn't wait to pick up the fishing rod and go to the Linghe River to practice, Chen Ying obviously knew his mood at this time, and said with a smile: "If you have leisure now, it's better to go to the river to try it first, accumulate some experience, and wait for your Senior Brother He to come out, it will be easier to communicate." ”

"But senior brother, someone has to take care of ...... here," Qian Yang was actually a little moved.

"It's okay. Chen Ying smiled and shook her head: "This place is only a hundred zhang away from the Linghe River, you can see it when you look up, even if there is an accident, you can rush back, junior brother can rest assured to go!"

"That'...... It's okay!" Qian Yang was no longer hypocritical, nodded and went straight to the Ling River.

Saying goodbye to Chen Ying, Qian Yang breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, he always felt uncomfortable with this charming senior sister. Chen Ying always makes people feel so comfortable, and every sentence makes people feel like a spring breeze. But because of this, Qian Yang always inexplicably felt that this person was a little illusory, and the melancholy she occasionally revealed and her warmth most of the time always made people feel a little out of place.

"Senior sister, there must be some untold stories!" Qian Yang inadvertently turned his head and saw Chen Ying frowning slightly and fiddling with paper cranes.

"Talking about that paper crane ......" Qian Yang shook his head, he didn't want to explore other people's privacy anymore, he now wants to study fishing first, and get rich overnight, saying that it is absolutely false.

Looking left and right, Qian Yang saw two monks who were fishing far away, he stood between the two, calculated the distance, and was about ten zhang away from both of them.

Alright, here it is!

found a slightly flat stone on the shore, Qian Yang sat on it with a butt, took out the turquoise fishing rod, and injected spiritual power into it without thinking about it.

Chen Ying talked about most of the theories, giving Qian Yang a complete fishing worldview, but it was of little significance to his actual operation. At this time, Qian Yang still relied on the fishing method recorded in the "Spirit Bait Technique", condensing his spiritual power into silk threads and transmitting them to the inside of the fishing rod little by little.

The difficulty of the Spirit Bait Technique itself is really not high, especially for Foundation Building Stage monks. It didn't take long for Qian Yang to successfully see a transparent thread of spiritual power poking its head out of the tip of the rod, and then piercing into the river little by little.

The flow of the river caused a lot of obstacles to Qian Yang's control, and he tried his best to control the direction of the silk thread, but after only three feet deeper, he felt that his control over the silk thread was close to the limit.

"This depth is not enough, is it?" Qian Yang was worried in his heart, he actually didn't know how deep the bait was appropriate, but he could also see with the naked eye that there were not too many spirit fish swimming at this depth.

"Whatever!" Qian Yang didn't dwell on it, it was useless to dwell on it anyway, he could only put the bait in such a deep place. Gritting his teeth hard, Qian Yang's entire body trembled slightly, and the palms of his hands holding the fishing rod began to sweat, and after a while, a slightly blue irregular aura mass appeared at the end of his silk thread.

Qian Yang was quite satisfied with his performance in the first bait. Although he also knew that even if the spirit fish was blind, he would never eat his inferior spiritual qi mass that seemed to be able to disperse at any time. But this is the first time! As long as you can use it, it will definitely get better and better in the future.

Someone has confidence in themselves.

"Try to adjust it first!" Qian Yang's ass had already left the stone, and he was hunched over his waist to compete with the fluttering spirit bait. Not to mention, there are still some results, at least the spirit bait has begun to become a little rounder, and it is no longer like the clouds at the beginning!

But at this moment, suddenly there was a sharp cutting sensation from the silk thread!

"What is it?" Qian Yang was startled, and before he could finish the shock, he found that the fishing line was broken! The aura mass that had just barely formed was also out of control in an instant.

Strange to say, the spirit bait in Qian Yang's hand that didn't listen to fiddling no matter what, as soon as it left his hand, it immediately condensed into a blue aura mass that was several circles smaller, and it was mixed with other people of the same kind like that, and there was no sense of disobedience.

"Interface fragments?" Qian Yang reacted, it must have been a passing interface fragment just now, which happened to cut off his spiritual power thread.

"It's too troublesome!" Qian Yang was unhappy, this fishing was too complicated.

Interface debris is everywhere in the Spirit River, and every now and then it can cut the angler's line. This is why Qian Yang's bait was not deep enough, which made him happy for a while. If his fishing line was ten feet long, it would have to be ruthlessly cut by interface fragments from all directions and angles at almost every moment.

For this situation, the way to deal with it is also talked about in "Spirit Bait", that is, to maintain the viscosity of the spiritual power silk thread. The interface fragments are often very small and pass for a very short time, and the monk can reconnect the lines a moment after the fragments have cut the lines, as long as they have enough control over the silk threads.

Qian Yang still knows a little about the non-high-tech thing of "breaking the line and reconnecting", but he can't even fiddle with a spirit bait now, how can he reconnect the thin fishing line in an instant?

I thought that fishing was a safe and pleasant thing, but how did I know that it was so sharpening people's hearts! Could it be that He Bin's violent temper was all tormented by fishing? Qian Yang couldn't help but begin to wonder if the fishing he knew in his previous life and the fishing he knew now were two completely opposite experiences.

After spitting out, life still has to go on.

Qian Yang had no choice but to start practicing with the condensation bait for the time being. He didn't make the silk thread that long at all, and just after entering the water, he began to condense the spirit bait.

If the line is short, the chance of being cut will naturally become smaller, and Qian Yang can also adjust the form of the spirit bait with peace of mind, he plans to make the bait decent first, and then slowly adapt to the cutting of the interface fragments.

The silk thread was shorter, and the difficulty of operating the spirit bait was correspondingly reduced, and when the sweat on Qian Yang's forehead was about to drip down, his bait was no longer much different from some spiritual qi masses in the river water, at least it was difficult to see the difference with the naked eye.

Qian Yang let out a sigh, but frowned again. After hesitating for a moment, he threw away the spirit bait that had already been formed, and then suppressed his cultivation to the late stage of qi refining, and condensed a spirit bait again, and after a few adjustments, a slightly lighter color aura mass reappeared in the river.

To do a full set of acts, you have to look like a pig if you pretend to be a pig, since you plan to show yourself as a person in the Qi refining period, Qian Yang doesn't want to show her feet easily.

Fishing is indeed a technical job, and condensing a similar bait is only the first step. Not to mention the quality of his spirit bait, just because he wanted to put this spirit bait to a similar depth, and it was quite complicated to keep it for a while. The continuous interface fragments swept through the fishing line again and again, mercilessly cutting the aura mass that Qian Yang had managed to get out of control.

Lost control again and again, and started again and again, no matter how gentle Qian Yang's temper is, he will inevitably be made impetuous. From time to time, he peeked at the "neighbors" on both sides, and when he saw the light and breezy appearance of the people, he suddenly felt like a monkey scratching his ears and cheeks.

The sky was bright and dark, dark and bright. Finally, with a little coincidence, Qian Yang successfully achieved a disconnection, and this was already two days later.

Qian Yang put down the fishing rod with a painful face, and the whole person walked by the river into a big character. In other words, he couldn't remember how many times he had cast the rod and how many times he was slashed by interface fragments, he only knew that he had become proficient in condensing spirit bait, but the skills of dealing with fragment slashes were still not yet introduced.

Qian Yang looked back at the direction of the hut, how much he longed for the guidance of a certain master at this time, even if it was a hateful face of the master's guidance, it was better than his own exploration. But that Senior Brother He Bin seemed to be deliberately against him, and kept himself locked in the house and didn't come out.

"Aren't you worried about your daughter-in-law? Won't you be able to come out soon? If you don't hurry up, you can be upgraded to a father directly!" Qian Yang was full of malice.

After being tortured for two days, Qian Yang felt that his chest was full of broken wounds, anxious emotions spread from the toes to the top of his head, and the whole person exuded unspeakable impetuousness from the inside out.

Qian Yang soon realized that something was wrong: "If it goes on like this, the character will collapse!"

Qian Yang looked up at the fog in the air motionlessly, his breathing was thick, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva from time to time to calm the galloping emotions of thousands of horses.

"It's just a fish, as for it?" The cold words sounded behind Qian Yang's head, but this voice was tantamount to heaven to him at this time, but Qian Yang would never be convinced:

"You were better than me when you first learned to fish?"

He Bin's face fell with a "snap", and said in his heart that this kid is too unlikeable, I am kind enough to help you, you are good, which pot is not opened!

"Then you can fish it yourself!" He Bin flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

"Don't!" Qian Yang jumped up and said busily: "Senior brother has become a master in the foundation building period, why are you still so petty!"

"I'm a little kid, are you finding fault, are you good at finding fault?Do you sect disciples usually talk like this?" He Bin's eyes widened, and Qian Yang panicked for a while.

"I'm finding fault?" Qian Yang exhaled heavily, thinking to himself, as if it was true.

It's actually a wonderful thing to feel between people, and there are always people who affect your mood and way of acting for no reason.

Just like this He Bin, Qian Yang is good to everyone else, but he wants to raise the bar when he sees him. Another example is Luo Tong and Qi Mu, two good children, they are very cute when they are with others, but when they meet together, they are sparks and lightning.

Qian Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head, this Senior Brother He has a disgusting aura, it was really difficult for him to adjust his emotions to that face, so he simply stopped talking, sat down by the river with a fishing rod again, thinking about the feeling of successfully connecting the fishing line just now, and began to practice again and again.

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