Grandpa is such a bird

Yin Chenglan was leaning against the bed in a plain white coat, holding an ancient blue book in his hand. His black hair was too dark, his face was too white, and his eyebrows were extremely clean and flawless. His long eyelashes were thickly painted under his eyes, and his facial features were distinct. The side face is peaceful, like a light and elegant landscape ink painting when sitting quietly.

He held the book in one hand and read it quietly.

Ling Jiang thought in his heart: "This hand is fine." Then he fixed his eyes on the other hand.

The slender hand that Lingjiang liked very much was stroking a bird's head.

His fire burned from his stomach to his eyes, burned his eyes, and sore his throat.

"He's never touched me like that before."

Ling Jiang looked coldly at Hai Dongqing, the God of Eagles who only produced one out of [-] eagles in the legend, and just rubbed his head against Yin Chenglan's fingers with a flattering face, grunting in his throat, looking extremely comfortable up.

It turns out that this is the Condor, and that's all it is, Ling Jiang thought angrily in his heart, he had never rubbed against Yin Chenglan so much.

Hai Dongqing lay on Yin Chenglan's lap, turned over, and turned his paws to the sky, confidently revealing the snow-white feather-covered abdomen. Yin Chenglan moved his hand to its abdomen and rubbed it twice.

Ling Jiang's eyes turned red, and he didn't know whether it was from anger or jealousy. In short, the small round eyes were instantly covered with a layer of blood red, and he said sinisterly: "Like a stupid dog, it's disgusting."

Forget it, he looked down at his hairy and soft belly, a feeling of grievance rushed up his throat, he hadn't even rubbed his little belly!

He was just standing on the window sill, burning with jealousy, and when he was about to be burned into a barbecue, Yin Chenglan saw him.

The man still teased Hai Dongqing with his hands, and said in an ordinary tone: "I'm back." As if he already knew it.

Ling Jiang responded in a low voice, and did not walk over, but looked at each person and bird on the bed with small round eyes coldly.

Yin Chenglan didn't ask him anything, just touched the bird with one hand and turned a page of the book with the other.

There was nothing else in the room except Hai Dongqing's comfortable muttering. After a while, Ling Jiang finally lost his composure and asked, "Are you fighting birds?"

Yin Chenglan raised his eyelids in surprise, looked around Hai Dongqing and the little yellow fur, and asked uncertainly, "What do you mean?"

Ling Jiang puffed out his chest, put his little wings behind his back, raised his chin at him, and said straightforwardly: "Can I beat it?"

After he finished speaking, he saw Yin Chenglan smiling. Although he only curled the corners of his lips, his black and white eyebrows and eyes reflected a very good-looking look.

"Should I say that you are not afraid of tigers like a newborn calf?" Yin Chenglan asked leisurely.

Ling Jiang: "Maybe it can be said that the road is uneven."

Yin Chenglan shook his head with a smile, noncommittal to his improper use of words, he was just a bird, so there was no need to find fault with others.

But only Lingjiang knows what his 'way' is, and what he is not fair about.

Yin Chenglan made a gesture of invitation, and even reminded, "It doesn't necessarily know what to say."

With his promise, Ling Jiang took off and said expressionlessly, "Coincidentally, I don't understand either."

Then the murderous aura rushed behind Hai Dongqing in an instant.

As expected of a condor, Hai Dongqing reacted in an instant, let Lingjiang jump into the air, turned his head and let out a scream, spread his snow-white wings, and the posture of flying feathers suddenly filled the huge bedroom. Full.

Compared with its majestic figure, Lingjiang is like a mouse seeing an elephant, round and rolling, insignificant, but the deterrent aura emanating from his body made Condor aware of the danger, hovering on the roof, making a deep roar .

Ling Jiang also spread his narrow and short wings and charged forward.

It's not that Yin Chenglan has never seen fighting birds, but it's really the first time he's seen such two birds with huge differences in stature and strength can fight so thrillingly, flying wildly.

One yellow and one white figure were entangled together, and the wind from the wings made the red tassel hanging on Yin Chenglan's bed jingle, and it was difficult for him to tell which bird was better.

The entangled shadow hit the wall, and the snowy light flashed by. Hai Dongqing grabbed the wall with one claw, and left three deep scratches after a piercing "stab" sound. If this claw caught someone , Even the heart, lungs, liver and intestines can be hooked out.

Ling Jiang rolled over against the wall, shaking off two or three tiny yellow hairs indifferently, and a black and red glint appeared in his eyes.Fighting with ferocious birds and beasts is far more manic and fierce than fighting with people. Lingjiang let out a low cry in his throat. After glancing at Yin Chenglan's face, he bravely rushed to Haidongqing's belly.

The corners of Yin Chenglan's lips curled up, and his eyes were heavy, as if he was also infected by this kind of fighting, and there was a hint of madness hidden in his brows.

Hai Dongqing spread its wings like a full moon, and neighed loudly. The whistle sounded outside the empty mountain, and the echo and raging waves slapped heavily on the cliff.With a higher-pitched neigh, it swung forward, and slammed the opponent against the wall with its huge and powerful wings.

'Snapped'.

Like a mosquito that had been slapped to death, a pile of poop-yellow yellow fur slowly slid against the wall to the bottom of the wall. The winner flew onto Yin Chenglan's shoulders, flapping his wings proudly.

Yin Chenglan leaned against the head of the bed, watching from afar the little thing that had slipped from the wall lying motionless on his stomach, he frowned, he must have been photographed to death, he felt quite regretful.

At this moment, the yellow hair finally moved, spread its small wings to support the ground and slowly stood up, then shook, and then turned around slowly.

The little yellow-haired black round eyes are half-closed, and a snow-white long feather that does not belong to it is dangling in its mouth.When he saw clearly what was in his creamy yellow beak, Yin Chenglan smiled, and praised without hesitation: "It's a bit capable."

And Yin Chenglan's shoulders, the proud winner's chest, lacked a plump and beautiful feather.This bird fight was a close match.

All the bones in Lingjiang's body were about to be shattered. He spit out Haidongqing's feathers and a mouthful of blood foam, sat down on the ground, retracted the bird's claws into his abdomen, and formed a round lump. He couldn't stand up for the time being. It's time to rest.

Looking at the little thing in the corner, Yin Chenglan couldn't help curling the corners of his lips. It's really fierce and cute, and I don't know what kind of thing it is, giving birth to such a strange shape.

There was a knock on the door of the house, and he walked in according to the song, holding a red lacquer plate with a bowl of medicine smoking white smoke on it. He was taken aback by the sharp paw prints on the wall: "What's going on?"

Yin Chenglan said: "I have nothing to do when I'm idle, I just had a fight."

Double-click the song: "..."

He handed the medicine to Yin Chenglan, and was surprised to see that the handsome condor had lost a feather on its chest. It looked like a bald head, showing a little pink flesh. Little yellow hair like a chick.

His eyes widened immediately, and he was shocked again, and said in shock, "Ah Qing must have fought with that bastard!"

Yin Chenglan was noncommittal, drank the medicine in one gulp, and put it aside.

Lian pressed the song and squatted in front of Lingjiang, touched his chin and clicked his tongue for a long time, then turned his head and said, "Actually, it's nothing. I heard from other bird trainers in Huangzishe that Xiao Huangmao was aggressive since he was a child, and he is still a cub." It fights every day during childhood, and if it can fight Ah Qing for a while, it doesn't necessarily prove how good it is, at most it is resistant to fighting and beating."

Yin Chenglan put Hai Dongqing on the bird stand beside the bed, and hummed with a smile.

Ling Jiang opened his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, he leaned against the wall, and said lazily: "Master, let's eat fish tonight."

Double-pressed the song and found that it didn't hate me, and asked curiously, "Why?"

Ling Jiang smiled inconspicuously, "I think you are quite picky."

Double-click the song: "..."

Even the head manager stood up suddenly, looked down at the soft yellow lump in the corner of the wall, his teeth were itchy, and said without turning his head, "Master Nineteen, can I trample it to death while the bird is in danger?"

Yin Chenglan was quite helpless: "Stop making trouble, go and take out the thing, I have something to ask it."

The anger in Lian Presse's heart, would his boss quarrel with a bird by himself? He just quarreled with it. Can this thing be regarded as a bird?

Ling Jiang raised his eyelids because he called Yin Chenglan, but he was sore all over, so he didn't think too much.

Lian Pressing Song handed a scroll to Yin Chenglan, and after spreading it out, it was a freehand ink painting.

"Have you seen it?"

Ling Jiang stood up slowly, fluttered her small wings and flew to the mahogany table where the vase was placed, looked over, and was stunned.

A few strokes outline the tall and elegant figure. Even though the painting is simple, it can still be seen that the person in the painting is handsome, suave and calm.

It was his own bird that was painted.

Lingjiang didn't intend to expose his human form to Yin Chenglan, and never even thought about it, but how could Yin Chenglan have it... He was only confused for a moment in his mind, and then realized very quickly that it was Qi Ying, the shadow guard who followed them. good thing.

Lingjiang turned around a few thoughts, lowered his eyes and slowly pecked his little wings: "I have seen it."

Since he has his own portrait, he should also know the time when Ji Yushan and Ji Yushan went down the mountain in human form. He understands human nature.

But the key now is whether Yin Chenglan knows that he is a man and a bird.

Yin Chenglan looked at the person on the scroll: "What is his name, where did he learn from, where did he come from, and where did he go?"

Although Ling Jiang had no eyebrows when he looked like a bird, he still frowned, and said confidently: "I don't know." After speaking, feeling the gazes on his body, Ling Jiang lay down half dead on the flower table, Let him look at it casually, if he can see it and ask you to call him dad.

"What are you investigating him for?" Ling Jiang asked after thinking about it.

Lian Press sang: "Is this what you, a bird, should ask?"

Ling Jiang didn't even look at him, and said sarcastically, "Is this a question you should ask a bird?"

The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp, making the chief executive look like opening his bird's beak to count how many teeth have grown.

Yin Chenglan relaxed his body and leaned against the bed rail. He didn't know what medicine he had just taken, his brows and eyes were tired, and he looked a little soft: "There is such a person with strong martial arts and unknown identity in the Jianghu, and Yufengge even has his name. If I can't find out the source and origin, as the pavilion master, I will be very panicked."

He was panicking, but Lai Yangyang's half-closed eyes revealed a deep and sharp glint, coupled with his pale face, Lingjiang looked at it, felt distressed and wanted to kill him.

He now understood, what was the panic? It was just that this man was used to doubting everyone and everything. Even though his legs and feet were bad, he held the thread all over the world, tied people from all corners of the world, and kept their every move under his nose. In control, he seemed to be able to fall asleep.

Ling Jiang withdrew his gaze, turned over and sat up, and said, "Oh."

As if he heard it, he jumped onto the window sill, waved his little wings indifferently, said goodbye to him, and flew away.

He closed the door and window with a bang, put the picture scroll aside, and said with a particularly unsightly expression, "What's your attitude?"

Yin Chenglan pressed his hand between his eyebrows: "Haven't found it yet?"

Even pressed the song and glanced at the picture scroll, "I can't find it, except for Mr. Ji, I can't find anything related to this person. Why don't I try it from Mr. Ji?"

Yin Chenglan shook his head, "Forget it, an insignificant person won't touch Yan Chu's scales because of him."

Just as Lingjiang thought, Yin Chenglan was too used to controlling everyone and everything, and any disturbance could make him suspicious. Yin Chenglan felt like a frightened bird, so frightened that he Only by holding the lifeline of everyone can we sleep soundly.

Seeing that he was not in good spirits, he simply cleaned up the lower bedroom according to the song, put Hai Dongqing away on his shoulders, and walked outside with the medicine bowl and plate, "You rest, I will see Yan Chu tomorrow."

Go out and close the door.

Yin Chenglan spread his hair on the pillow, looked sideways at the stranger on the scroll, nervous suspicion weighed on his heart, made him exhausted and difficult to fall asleep, he tried to close his eyes, opened them again after a while, and smiled wryly , sighed faintly, and thought to himself: "When will this stinky problem get better... maybe only after that person dies."