Chapter 157 Breaking the situation
A Yao was talking about the reason why he was still helpless. The river water was not stagnant, so how could the fish have the chance to sense the hook being put into the water.
But the Shadow Step is different. No matter how large the range is, the Shadow Step is still a stagnant pool of water. The moment you appear, it is not the fishhook falling into the water, but the fishhook being pulled up from the water, causing a circle of ripples in the real world.
This ripple may be the flow of air or the fluctuation of spiritual power. No matter which it is, it can always be sensed by a master.
"Ayao, has anyone ever praised you as a genius?"
"a lot of."
"They lied to you."
"You xx!"
Zhao Yushu laughed heartily, walked back to the cabin, fanning himself, and went to meditate and rest!
In my previous life, a novel talked about a very handsome blind man named Hua. He had very good hearing, so his enemies came up with an idea. They approached him very slowly with swords in hand without using any body movements or lightness skills so that he could not hear anything.
This is an idea that can be used as a reference, but the old man is not blind, and no matter how slowly he moves, he will still cause the air to flow.
What if there is no air?
Zhao Yushu flicked his hand and spiritual power gushed out. Under his deliberate control, Chengying's invisible spiritual power gradually formed a circular membrane that wrapped him inside.
"Then pump out the air inside." Zhao Yushu's forehead was covered with sweat. He tried hard to keep the circular membrane still, and then madly poured mixed spiritual power into the circular membrane as if it were real. At the same time, he lightly tapped Mrs. Xu's sharp spiritual power with his fingertips to pierce a small hole in the circular membrane.
Spiritual power replaced the role of water in ancient times, squeezing out all the air. Then Zhao Yushu hurriedly sealed the small hole and briefly created a vacuum ball.
After doing all these fancy moves, Zhao Yushu was almost paralyzed. It was not because his spiritual power was exhausted, but because no one at his level dared or was able to manipulate spiritual power so delicately.
Zhao Yushu spent the whole day meditating, recovering his strength, and then continuing to practice this process. He repeated this process, as if he had returned to Nanyang when he was in a small room pondering over the divine sword.
In the evening, the ship docked at a small town pier for supplies and to spend the night, and Zhao Yushu finally walked out of the room.
On the deck, people of three generations, old, middle-aged and young, all moved a small stool and took their fishing rods to fish leisurely.
"Is fishing so interesting?" Zhao Yushu walked over and couldn't help asking.
"The joy here is not something that can be told to outsiders." A Yao crossed his legs like the old man, and they both swung their two feet, one big and one small, in sync.
“Are you happy that the fish didn’t bite the hook and successfully escaped?”
Zhao Yushu looked at the three empty bamboo baskets and couldn't help but sneer.
"Get away from me! You scared my fish." The old man turned around and cursed. Zhao Yushu turned around and left. The old man didn't admit that he was a wimp, but if he dared to say too much, he would definitely be punished.
Wei You sat between the two of them, listening and watching with a smile but not saying a word. The teacher could quarrel with anyone but never with him. During the half year that the master and disciple had been in the Western Regions, not a single bad word had been spoken to him. This was a kind of favoritism and care, but Wei You hoped that the teacher could curse happily like he was doing now. After all, this was the old madman who was famous in the Tang Dynasty.
It would be better to go back to Dongdu after sending my junior brother off, and let the old madman deal with those people again.
Wei You put the fishing rod on the stool, took out a small notebook from his waist bag, took out a charcoal pencil, and wrote a few words solemnly: The junior brother said that the teacher’s fishing skills are really bad.
After breakfast the next day, Zhao Yushu knocked on the door of the No. 1 room. Even A Yao came in to join in the fun. In his words, he wanted to see how Zhao Yushu would fail.
"Let me ask you a question first. I can use any method, right?" Zhao Yushu had to confirm it first. Otherwise, what if you turn around and deny it as soon as I, Old Zhao, release the vacuum ball?
"If you have the guts to kill me with one sword, you can use a knife later." The old man was very disdainful.
"You won't run away?"
"Who's running?"
Wei You gave Zhao Yushu a thumbs up, saying he was brave.
"Then I feel relieved." Spiritual power gushed out, and a big ball wrapped up Zhao Yushu and the old man together.
The old man turned his head and looked, quite confused. Shouldn't this kid continue to use the Shadow Step? What is he doing?
The sphere took shape, more spiritual energy poured in, and then the air was quickly squeezed out from a small hole.
"If you want to suffocate me, I advise you not to waste your energy. Why not try running a few more steps?"
"If you can't imagine what I'm going to do, I advise you not to say anything. It'll hurt if you get slapped in the face."
"Hehe, okay, use whatever means you have."
The hole is blocked and the vacuum ball is completed.
The old man narrowed his eyes, and took a deep breath. His spiritual energy circulated continuously, and his vitality became inexhaustible.
Zhao Yushu disappeared, and then slowly emerged behind the old man.
The old man frowned and tilted his head slightly to look at Zhao Yushu who appeared behind him. Zhao Yushu smiled and retracted his hand that had just been stretched out: "You are too slow."
The old man was indeed slower, although only for a fraction of a second.
For Zhao Yushu, he could not do anything in this instant, but if it was an internal confrontation, too many things could be decided in an instant.
"Hmph, not even close."
"Which point?"
"Think for yourself, get out!"
Zhao Yushu took A Yao and quickly got out of the room. Although it was not yet time, Old Zhao didn't say a word.
The old man sat on the chair for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter. Wei You also laughed: "Congratulations, teacher."
"Congratulations, get out of here too!"
"it is good!"
After being scolded for the first time, Wei You walked out happily and closed the door. The old man touched his smooth forehead and couldn't help laughing again.
"Junior brother." Wei You walked to the deck with his hands behind his back, looked at Zhao Yushu and A Yao who were bickering, and said hello: "Can you think of it?"
Zhao Yushu chuckled, "Without air flow, it can only be the fluctuation of spiritual energy."
"That's good to think of."
If I can't think of it, will my senior brother give me a hint or even an explicit suggestion?
"Brother, if you were also a cultivator, you would definitely be an outstanding cultivator." Zhao Yushu praised sincerely.
Through the contact over the past few days, Zhao Yushu discovered that although Wei You was a mortal, he had a sharp eye and profound knowledge. If one must make an analogy, he was simply the Wang Yuyan of the cultivation world, except that he was not as beautiful as the fairy sister.
Wei You blinked: "Why, just because I'm not a cultivator, I'm not great?"
After saying that, he laughed and patted Ayao's head: "Let's go fishing."
It’s even more amazing, Zhao Yushu said silently in his heart, and bowed deeply towards Wei You’s back.
The last level, how to weaken the fluctuations of your spiritual power?
This is probably the most difficult level for ordinary cultivators, but for Zhao Yushu...
Zhao Yushu's mind moved, and Madam Xu trembled slightly. In an empty corner, the spiritual power around Zhao Yushu quickly disappeared, and he became a mortal.
Mrs. Xu is good at hiding things.