Qian Yang was itchy when Chen Ying said it, and she wanted to pick up the fishing rod and go to the Linghe River to practice it. Chen Ying obviously knew his mood at this time and said with a smile: "If junior brother has leisure now, it's better to go to the river to try it first. Accumulate some experience and it will be easier to communicate when you, Senior Brother He comes out."

"But there must be someone to take care of my senior brother..." Qian Yang was actually a little moved.

"It's okay." Chen Ying smiled and shook her head: "This place is only a hundred feet away from Linghe. You can see with your eyes that you have time to rush back even if you are surprised. Junior brother, please feel free to go!"

"Then... it's okay!" Qian Yang no longer felt pretentious, nodded and headed straight to the Linghe River.

After saying goodbye to Chen Ying, Qian Yang let out a long sigh for no reason. He always felt uncomfortable with this charming senior sister. Chen Ying always made people feel so comfortable, and every word made people feel like spring breeze. But because of this, Qian Yang always felt that this person was a little illusory. The melancholy she occasionally showed and the warmth of her most of the time always made people feel a little out of place.

"Senior sister must have some unknown stories!" Qian Yang turned his head inadvertently and saw Chen Ying fiddling with paper cranes with a slightly frown.

"That's right, that paper crane..." Qian Yang shook his head, not wanting to explore other people's privacy anymore. Now he is thinking about studying fishing first. It is absolutely fake to say that he doesn't want to do so.

Looking left and right, Qian Yang saw two monks with a very long fishing distance. He stood between them and calculated the distance. They were about ten feet away from them.

OK, that's it!

After finding a slightly flat stone on the shore, Qian Yang sat on it and took out the green fishing rod. He lost his spiritual power without thinking.

Chen Ying talked a lot about theories, and gave Qian Yang a complete view of fishing, but it had little significance to his actual operation. Qian Yang relied on the fishing method recorded in "Spiritual Bait Technique" at this time, condensed his spiritual power into silk threads and passed it to the inside of the fishing rod bit by bit.

The difficulty of the spiritual bait technique itself is really not high, especially for the foundation-building cultivators. Not long after, Qian Yang successfully saw a transparent thread of spiritual power poking out of his head from the tip of the rod and then pierced it into the river little by little.

The flow of the river caused a considerable obstacle to Qian Yang's control. He tried hard to control the direction of the silk thread, but after more than three feet deep, he felt that his control of the silk thread was approaching the limit.

"This depth is not enough, right?" Qian Yang was worried. He actually didn't know how deep the bait was, but he could see with his naked eyes that there were not too many spirit fish wandering at this depth.

"Whatever!" Qian Yang was not confused. Anyway, it was useless to be confused. He could only put the bait so deep. He gritted his teeth hard, and Qian Yang's whole body trembled slightly, and the palms of his hand holding the fishing rod began to sweat. After a while, an irregular spiritual energy ball with a slightly blue appeared at the end of his silk thread.

This is done! Qian Yang is quite satisfied with his performance of baiting for the first time. Although he knew that no matter how blind the spirit fish was, he would never eat his inferior spiritual energy ball that seemed to be dispersed at any time. But this is the first time! As long as it can be used, it will definitely get better and better in the future.

Someone is full of confidence in himself.

"Try to adjust first!" Qian Yang's butt had already left the stone, and he bent his waist and tried his best to compete with the swaying spiritual bait. Not to mention, the results were still some, at least the spiritual bait had begun to become rounder, no longer like the clouds at the beginning!

But at this moment, a sharp cutting feeling suddenly came from the silk thread!

"What?" Qian Yang was shocked. Before he could finish the shock, he found that the fishing line was broken! The spiritual energy ball that had just barely formed also instantly lost control.

It's strange that the spirit bait that was not fiddling in Qian Yang's hands no matter what, as soon as he left his hand, it immediately condensed into a blue spiritual energy ball that had been smaller several circles, and it got mixed with other similar people without any sense of incongruity.

"Interface fragment?" Qian Yang reacted. It must have been a passing interface fragment that happened to cut off his spiritual power thread.

"It's so troublesome!" Qian Yang was unhappy. It was too complicated to catch a fish.

The interface fragments in the Linghe River are everywhere, and the angler's fishing line will be cut from time to time. This is because Qian Yang's bait is not deep enough, which makes him happy for a while. If his fishing line is ten or eight feet long, then almost every moment the interface fragments will be ruthlessly cut from all directions and angles.

In this case, the "Spiritual Bait Technique" also talks about the way to deal with it, that is, keep the spiritual silk thread viscous. The interface fragments are often very small and the time of passing by is very short. As long as the monk has enough control over the silk thread, he can reconnect the fishing thread the moment after the fragments cut the fishing thread.

Qian Yang still knows something like "disconnected line and reconnected" that is not high-tech, but now he can't even fiddle with a spiritual bait, so how can he reconnect the fishing line as thin as cow's hair in an instant?

I thought fishing was a safe and comfortable thing, but I didn’t know that it would have sobered people’s hearts! Could it be that He Bin’s bad temper was tortured by fishing? Qian Yang couldn’t help but wonder whether the fishing he knew in his previous life and the fishing now were two completely opposite experiences.

After complaining, life still has to continue.

Qian Yang had no choice but to start practicing with the interface fragments for the time being, so he had to start practicing with the spirit bait. He simply didn't make the silk thread so long, and just started to condense the spirit bait as soon as he entered the water.

As the line is shorter, the chance of being cut will naturally decrease. Qian Yang can also adjust the shape of the spirit bait with peace of mind. He plans to make the bait look good first, and then slowly adapt to the cutting of interface fragments.

The thread is shorter, and the difficulty of operating the spiritual bait is also reduced accordingly. When the sweat on Qian Yang's forehead is about to drip, his bait is not much different from some spiritual energy masses in the river. At least it is difficult to see the difference with the naked eye.

Qian Yang let out a long breath, but frowned again. After hesitating for a moment, he threw away the formed spiritual bait, and then suppressed his cultivation to the late stage of Qi refining, and condensed a spiritual bait again. After several adjustments, a slightly lighter spiritual bait appeared again in the river.

When doing a full set of acting, you must look like a pig when you play a pig. Since you plan to show it to others as a Qi Refining Stage, Qian Yang doesn't want to show off easily.

Fishing is indeed a technical job. Condensing a similar spiritual bait is just the first step. Not to mention the quality of his spiritual bait, it is just that he wants to put this spiritual bait to a similar depth and keep it for a period of time. The continuous interface fragments swept across the fishing line again and again, and mercilessly cut off the spiritual energy ball that Qian Yang had finally made without any effort to control it.

After losing control again and again, even if Qian Yang's temper is gentle, he will inevitably be impatient. From time to time, he secretly glanced at the "neighbors" on both sides. When he saw the calm and gentle appearance of others, he suddenly felt like a monkey who kept scratching his head.

The sky became darker and darker, darker and brighter. Finally, with some coincidences, Qian Yang successfully completed a disconnection, which was two days later.

Qian Yang put down the fishing rod with pain on his face, and his whole body wades into a big word by the river. He didn't remember how many times he had put down the rod in total, and how many times he had been cut by the interface fragments. He only knew that he had already become so skilled in condensed spirit bait that he could still not get started with the skills of dealing with fragment slashing.

Qian Yang looked back at the direction of the cottage. How eager he was to be a master at this time. Even a master with a disgusting face would be better than he fumbled himself. But the senior brother He Bin seemed to be deliberately against him and kept locking himself in the house and not coming out.

"Aren't you worried about your wife? Aren't you going to come out soon? If you don't hurry up, you can get promoted and become a father directly!" Qian Yang was full of malice.

After being tortured for two days, Qian Yang felt that his chest was covered with broken wounds, his anxious emotions spread from the toes, and his whole body exuded an indescribable impetuousness from the inside out.

Qian Yang soon realized that it was inappropriate: "If this continues, his character will collapse!"

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

"Just catch a fish, what about it?" Cold words sounded behind Qian Yang's head, but this sound was like a natural sound to him at this time, but Qian Yang would never give in:

"You were better than me when you first learned fishing?"

Two pieces of meat on He Bin's face fell down with a "splash". He thought to himself that this kid is so unpopular. I will help you with kindness. You can bring up any pot without opening it!

"Then you can catch yourself!" He Bin shook his sleeves and tried to leave.

"No!" Qian Yang jumped high and said hurriedly: "Senior brother has become a master of the foundation-building stage, why are he still so petty!"

"I'm a petty family? Is it you who are looking for trouble? Do your disciples usually speak like this?" He Bin's eyes widened, and Qian Yang was panicked.

"I'm looking for trouble?" Qian Yang let out a deep breath and thought to himself, it seemed to be true.

The feeling between people is actually a very wonderful thing. There are always some people who will affect your emotions and how you act for no reason.

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

Qian Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head. Senior Brother He had an annoying halo. It was really difficult for him to adjust his emotions to the face, so he simply stopped talking and sat by the river with a fishing rod. Recalling the feeling of successfully connecting the fishing line just now, he began to practice again and again.
Chapter completed!