The afternoon sun was still warm, and Shen Lang lay lazily on the meadow, muttering from time to time: "Do nothing, do nothing, calm your mind..."

What’s funny is that the more he reminded himself not to do anything, the more he felt like he was sitting dryly, and his whole body was uncomfortable. The more he reminded himself to calm down and think about nothing, the more he thought about it.

For example, at this moment he was wondering why Lin Xian'er told him not to ask anything? Why did he have to calm down when practicing talismans?

But Xia Qianye was holding an ancient talisman book all day long, and was reading while walking and talking. Why didn’t she need to calm down when she practiced talismans?

For example, what was the surprise that Xia Xiaoniu said? Or was it a prank that deliberately deceived herself? What were the two girls doing at this time? Also, why did Xia Qianye also participate in the Qingyun Martial Arts? Will she meet her at the Qingyun Martial Arts? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

"Ah... I'm going crazy!" Shen Lang suddenly sat up from the soft grass. He swore that he had never deliberately thought about those messy things, but somehow, those messy thoughts kept coming out of his mind.

That feeling...is very much like the feeling of insomnia. Not bad, it is the feeling of insomnia at night when he has not started practicing, the more he wants to sleep, the more he can't sleep well.

Regarding the problem of insomnia, the best way to deal with it since Shen Lang became a monk is to enter the state of practice, or practice the "Sitting and Forgetfulness" or something.

But this time Lin Xian'er went to specifically explain to him that he would not be allowed to practice... This made Shen Lang a little helpless.

"If you can calm down if you don't do anything, then you will be able to calm down! So boring!" Shen Langyangyang sighed, and suddenly saw fat fish in the Bihu Lake drifting from time to time, and he couldn't help but feel moved.

"It's better to fish." Shen Lang said in his heart: "That way, at night, you might be able to get a grilled fish to eat."

He did it as soon as he said that, and the bored Shen Lang immediately stood up, and used a Park knife to choose a green bamboo to make a fishing rod in a bamboo forest on the east side. He then rummaged through boxes and cabinets to attract silver wires to make fishing lines. Finally, he dug out soft soil on the lakeside and caught a few loaches as bait...

He did these things so skillfully and so comfortable. When he cut off the excess branches and leaves on the bamboo with a knife, he unknowingly felt that many troubles and distractions in his center seemed to have been cut off. When he tied the fishing line and hook, his mind had already begun to become calm, and when he started fishing, he had almost no distractions in his heart.

The so-called fishing is just for fishing, so whether it is Qingyun’s martial arts or the three sects of sword competition in the future, he has forgotten it at this moment. What he has in his heart is just a faint leisure...

It was a kind of leisure in childhood. The sky in childhood seemed to be bluer, and the sunset was more colorful and colorful. More importantly, childhood was always more leisurely than it is now. There was no too much competition, no pressure, and no need to practice hard. As long as you eat three meals a day, you can be very leisurely and interesting at other times...

Unconsciously, Shen Lang's mood became more pure and quieter, and then he gradually closed his eyes...

...

"What! Fishing?" Under the scorching sun, Yang Ye wiped the sweat from his face hard, and his expression was full of incredible. "What a name! Qingyun is about to fight, but he still has the heart to fish? Are you sure that you are not wrong?"

Zhao Tianbadao: "I don't know what's going on, but after returning to the small building of Bihu, he did not do anything. He just lay in the meadow by the lake and slept for a while, and then suddenly started fishing, looking leisurely, as if he was indifferent to Qingyun's martial arts."

"Indifferent?" Yang Ye pulled the corner of his mouth and let out a cold snort from his nose.

What's this? Qingyun only has the last few days left to meet martial arts, and Shen Lang's first opponent is him! His true disciple candidate Yang Ye is making final preparations to crack Shen Lang's gravity technique, but that guy Shen Lang is actually fishing leisurely?

Isn’t this clear that he doesn’t take him seriously?

"Will he do this on purpose?" Zhao Tianba asked carefully.

"Intentionally?" Yang Ye was even more angry when he heard these two words, "What do you mean? Do you think he is sure to win, so he doesn't take me seriously at all, so he fishes leisurely?"

"No, no! I don't mean that." Zhao Tianba was shocked and quickly explained: "Senior Brother, your strength is far better than him, how could you lose to him? I mean, that boy Shen Lang has always been tricky. Has he given up? He knew that he could not beat you, so before the game started, he wanted to deliberately anger you and disturb your mood in this way?"

"Hmph, I'm just a mysterious thing! Is my mood so easy to get confused?" Yang Ye took a deep breath and tried to calm down his anxious mood: "I don't believe he will keep fishing!"

...

The rippling lake water was filled with light waves, gently washing Shen Lang's heart. Unconsciously, the sun had set to the west, dyeing half of the sky with colorful clouds.

Shen Lang looked at the water waves reflecting the colorful clouds, and felt a little gain, but it was like nothing gained.

In the water waves, a fat carp secretly bites the earthworms on the fish hook. Seeing that the time had come, Shen Lang made a move and gently lifted the fishing rod. The fat carp, which was as long as a ruler, had fallen into his hand.

"Where is fishing?" Suddenly a nice voice came from my ears.

Shen Lang did not look up, but heard that it was Lin Yue'er's voice, so he replied softly: "Well, look at a big fish! Let's make fish soup tonight!"

"Is that so? Where is the fish?" Lin Yue'er asked in confusion.

"Fish? Isn't it in your hand?" Shen Lang held the fish in his hand and said without comment.

"Is that right? Where is the fish?" Lin Yue'er still asked.

"Fish?" Shen Lang looked at the fish in his hand again, but watched the red-tailed carp gradually disappear into his hands. Then he saw that the Bihu became gradually transparent, and the light reflected on the lake became very bright, and then... he opened his eyes.

"Damn! It turns out that I'm dreaming!" Shen Lang finally woke up.

"So you still know that you are dreaming." Lin Yue'er said: "Where is your fish?"

"Fish?" Shen Lang subconsciously lifted the fishing rod, but did not see the fish. Not only did there be no fish, but even the hook was swallowed directly by a shameless and greedy big fish.

"The hook is gone, what fish are you fishing?" Lin Yueer joked: "I'm still drinking fish soup, wipe the drool on your mouth."

"Uh..." Shen Lang was very embarrassed, but then he thought, there were fish in his dreams and Lin Yue'er. At this time, there were no fish, but Lin Yue'er was still there.

Is it just a coincidence that Lin Yue'er, whom I happened to dream of, came to him?

"Damn! This is not a dream, right? If this is really a dream..." Shen Lang thought of a certain ** situation in the cave one night, and his eyes looked at Lin Yue'er suddenly became unkind. He thought to himself, why did she say that she was my first woman, but she didn't count the reversal of me at the beginning, but she was always teasing me and oppressing me in reality. Now she is still teasing me in the dream? And twice?

I can't beat you in the real world. Can you still be bullied by you in my dream?

Chen Pipi said it well, as long as he is brave, a female hooligan can take it home to be a bride. As long as he is brave, even a nightmare can make a dream!
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