Grandpa is such a bird

The boat was strung together end to end with seven chains, like a sea snake flying through the pale thick fog, the fog was heavy and damp, and people were soaked in a short time, and the caged bird was shaking its feathers restlessly. drops of water.

Looking down, you can see the vast and endless deep sea. Looking up, you can see the half-tilted thick fog covering the sky and the sun. The surroundings are covered by thick fog, and you can't even see the people around you clearly, as if you are trapped in the fog. In the middle, the direction and the end cannot be peeped, and the atmosphere becomes oppressive, and people who are as cramped as fog can't breathe.

No one on board spoke, only the bird in the cage made a "grunt" sound.The head manager of Lian Da, who has always been lively, frowned, and his mind was heavy.

Thinking of what Ji Yushan said, Lingjiang knew that his expression was not fake.

Maybe every time when looking for a treasure of heavenly materials, they are faced with this kind of situation. They can find it and bring it back smoothly, and they can’t find it and delay the time. The former is happy for them, while the latter is a failure for them. Yin Chenglan died.

Just when Lian Presse was about to carry Hai Dongqing out of the cage, the boats strung together bumped into something with a bang, and the iron chains connected together made a harsh metal collision sound.

Qi Ying reached out and touched the water, and touched the slippery stone: "It's on the shore."

However, the surrounding area is still white, and nothing can be seen clearly.

A group of people tied everyone together back and forth with ropes, and gropingly got off the boat with the birdcage in their hands like thunder.

Qi Ying was in the first place, followed by the song by Hai Dongqing and Ling Jiang.

Qi Ying: "Last time I came here, I could still see the whole picture of the island, but this time, I can't even see the road under my feet clearly."

Lian Press sang: "When the Yuxi leaves mature, they will attract thick fog to cover themselves, preventing wild animals and people from picking them, but I didn't expect it to be this kind of thick fog, no wonder it is called spiritual grass."

Lingjiang stretched out his bright yellow wings from the bird cage, and waved it in the fog. The still fog distorted and dispersed a little, but it quickly filled up again. He turned his head to look at the Eagle God in the next cage. All flashed.

I don't know how long I walked in the fog. I feel that I should pass a sandy beach first, and then there are crumbling stones and clusters of thorny plants.

Every few steps Qi Ying took, he knelt down and grabbed a handful of things on the ground to determine his route, until he touched something, and when he pulled it out, it was the black iron wedge of the Shadow Guard of the Yufeng Pavilion.

"found it."

Qi Ying clapped his hands, stood up, and blew out his whistle with his fingers curled. The clear whistle instantly pierced through the thick fog. Not long after, there was the sound of flapping wings in the fog, and a pitch-black falcon circled twice in the fog and landed on the ground. on his shoulders.

This is the Shadow Guard and Falcon who were waiting for them on the island before.

"Come down and let it lead the way. You can reach the river through the valley."

Lian pressed the song and nodded, patted the birdcage in his hand to appease the howling Haidongqing, thinking of the other one, he also patted Lingjiang's cage reluctantly.

The little yellow bird in the cage hummed unappreciatively.

Then, there is a steep and difficult mountain road.

On the big boat, Yin Chenglan was covered with silver needles all over his body, lying motionless on the bed, Yan Chu finished his busy work, washed his hands and sat idly drinking tea, glanced at the hedgehog-like Yin Pavilion: "If I were You've already died, aren't you tired of living?"

Yin Chenglan's face was pale, and his full forehead was covered with cold sweat. Only when he was very close could he be seen trembling uncontrollably.

Hearing this, he laughed, his black hair sticking to his temples, his lips were bleeding red from being bitten, just like that, he laughed in an inhuman and ghostly way, with a harsh voice: "I haven't avenged my revenge, I dare not shut up." Eye."

Yan Chu put down his teacup, "I'm a little curious, who in the world dares to be an enemy of Yufeng Pavilion. And you hold the ubiquitous 'string' in your hand, and you haven't killed your enemy and avenged yourself until now."

A drop of sweat rolled into Yin Chenglan's eyes, staining his eyeballs red, but he didn't notice it, his sharp eyelids looked straight at the top of the bed, and whispered, "It's not time yet."

The mountain road kept going up, and gradually, the sound of splashing water sounded in all directions, and the falcon leading the way could only see a dark and blurred shadow in the fog. After walking for a long time, until the sky became dark in the pale fog, the falcon suddenly flew forward and landed on the person who came out of the dense fog.

"Commander, chief executive, here we are."

The shadow guard who greeted them said that he raised his hand and pointed to his side, swaying a strong internal force, Buddha opened the thick fog, Lingjiang turned his head, and saw a vast river looming in the misty mist.

I don't know why the river was contained in the fog, but it was so wide that we couldn't see the other side of the river at all, and the river flowed swiftly under their feet. Floating out, looking in the haze, it looks like a flickering galaxy.

After a while, the dissipated fog gathered again.

Qi Ying said: "The river has risen a lot."

It's not like a river, it's as wide as a lake.

Lingjiang looked at the twinkling cold stars in the river, but couldn't see what was coming from the dense fog.He wanted to ask, but seeing many outsiders, he kept his mouth shut, not intending to reveal his identity to everyone.

Lian Press Song asked exactly as he wanted.

The shadow guard said: "I don't know, it hasn't been there before, it only appeared two days ago."

Lian Pressing Ge squinted at the river: "Where is Yu Xiye?"

The shadow guard said: "When it gets darker, you will be able to see it."

Everyone rested in place, replenished their strength, and fed the birds in the cage.

Ling Jiang squatted on the crossbar of the cage, pecking at the feed in a dispirited manner, and kept looking at the river surface with his small round eyes.

The sky was completely dark, and the dense fog appeared to be extremely pale. Lingjiang no longer ate, but stared at the river without blinking. The rushing river rolled up fine sprays. It started to move, originally it was scattered scattered on the river surface, but now it seems to start moving in a certain direction.

After a while, spots of light gathered in the middle of the river like stars surrounding the moon.

Ling Jiang opened his eyes wide, and saw a touch of green in the depths of the starlight.

It's really like an overseas fairy residence, swimming fish and playing leaves.

Ling Jiang came back to his senses first, poked open the bird cage with his small wings, flew to Lian Presse's shoulder, leaned into his ear and whispered, "How are you going to sprinkle the rain water and soil on the Yuxi leaves?"

His soft and creepy voice floated into Lian Press's ears unexpectedly, immediately arousing goosebumps all over his body, Lian Press gave a strange cry and jumped up.

Qi Ying turned around and asked, Ling Jiang stood on his other shoulder and gave a cool warning, even pressing the song, still in shock, patted his chest and took two steps aside, slightly annoyed: "You are a ghost, look at me of."

Ling Jiang didn't bother to scold him, so he frowned and said, "Don't waste time."

The dots of light in the middle of the river became brighter and clustered together in the dense fog.

Even pressing the song to get down, without answering Lingjiang, he reached out and took out a small package from his arms and handed it to Qi Ying: "If you are ready, let's start."

Qi Ying took Lin Shuitu, took half of it, and poured it into a small bamboo tube as thick as a thumb. There was a cotton rope exposed at each end of the bamboo tube. He took out two black falcons from the birdcage, and tied the cotton ropes separately. On the bird's claw, it is planned to be carried by the black falcon across the river.

Ling Jiang could understand what they meant at a glance—first ordered the black falcons to fly to the middle of the river, and then ordered them to run in the opposite direction with a whistle. It can be accurately sprinkled on the Yuxi leaves.

The birds in Yufeng Pavilion are well-trained, brave and resolute, and it is no problem to cross the river with angry wings, but Lingjiang always feels that something has been neglected.

Ling Jiang only glanced at the black falcon, then turned his head and stared silently at the river sparkling in the mist. The flickering spots of light were reflected in his eyes, like the cold light of a sword, passing faintly.

The clear whistle broke through the thick fog and went straight to the sky, followed by the falcon's sharp howl, and the sharp wind blades on its pitch-black wings split the lingering white mist, fluttering and circling overhead.

Hai Dongqing in the double-click singer was infected and let out a narrow and lonely howl.

Qi Ying raised a five-color flag high, and then it fell heavily towards the middle of the river, and the two black falcons rushed out like black lightning.

Wherever it flew, the fog dispersed and the river rolled.Qi Ying sent out a whistle from his throat, and the two falcons that had been gliding in the air suddenly retracted their wings and fell straight down like torpedoes. Stretch it, and hang the small bamboo tube three feet above Yu Xiye.

Just when Qi Ying gave the order to fly away completely, at that moment, the dots of light floating in the river jumped up in an instant, jumping high out of the sea, mouths full of fangs opened wide, one of them Immediately, he bit a falcon's wing, flicked it hard, and tore it off.

The blood flowed into the river, and soon disappeared, and all the people on the bank saw that under the dots, there was a kind of ugly and ugly fish covered with lumps.

And the star point was born on the dorsal fin of the strange fish, shaped like a small lantern, emitting a faint blue light. When it sank into the water, the 'lantern' floated on the water surface, just forming the bright galaxy that Lingjiang and others saw.

It's a pity that no one dares to appreciate it now.

The bitten falcon broke free from the cotton rope on its claws and fell straight into the water with a mournful wail. The strange fish in the water swarmed up, biting even the bones to pieces in an instant.

The other falcon had a small bamboo tube hanging from its claws, and rushed towards the bank quickly, but was knocked in the wrong direction by a strange fish that suddenly jumped up in the river halfway, and fell towards the river, staggering half a foot, before wiping The surface of the water flew up again.

However, the left wing had been broken, and it struggled to fly high, but failed to fly.

Qi Ying blew a sharp whistle to call for the black falcon. The black falcon seemed to have witnessed the tragic situation of its companions and was hit and attacked by a strange fish. It was frightened and mournfully patrolled at low altitude in the middle of the river, not daring to fly to the bank again. .

"Waiting like this is not an option! Whistle and call it again, if you can't call it back, give up!" Lian Press sang.

They still have a way out, and there is still another half of Linshuitu left.

The hasty whistle passed straight through the thick fog, but there was still no response from the black falcon.

Qi Ying casually inserted the five-color flag between the rocks, stuffed the remaining rain water and soil into his arms, wrapped a rope around his waist, and threw the other end into the hands of the shadow guard. He was about to jump onto the river with light work, A touch of light yellow rushed over faster than him, but with his eyesight he could only see a phantom passing by.

Lian Ge looked over his shoulder, only to realize that it was Xiao Huangmao who rushed over.

The river was stirred up by the strange fish, and Ling Jiang quickly dodged a wave, flying between the fangs and the big mouth of the strange fish. He was so small that the strange fish couldn't touch a single feather of him even after jumping several times. In the blink of an eye, Lingjiang flew in front of the black falcon.

He turned over and landed on the black falcon's back swiftly like a ball, and first pecked the screaming black falcon's head to calm it down, but the bird was frightened and ignored Lingjiang at all.

Ling Jiang had no choice but to curse: "You have a bird."

Sliding down from the black falcon's sleek back, it grabbed the small bamboo tube that almost spilled from its claws in mid-air.

Even pressing the song to let go of the heart that had been raised so high, Qi Ying frowned and said, "Is this just?"

Pressing the song repeatedly without looking back: "Who is the younger one."

Although Qi Ying is the commander of the shadow guards, he is not in charge of Yin Chenglan's personal guard, so he is not familiar with Lingjiang because he has only heard it mentioned by his subordinates. Expected such a lump of God.

Seeing Lingjiang grasping the rain water and soil, he pressed the song and said loudly: "Yellow hair, quickly sprinkle it on the Yuxi leaves!"

At this time, the white mist that was blown away by the wind of the black falcon's wings gradually gathered again. Lingjiang's wings were small and there was no wind. Seeing the thick fog covering the river again, everything around became blurred.

He was at a high altitude not far from the river surface, while guarding against the sudden jump of the strange fish, while looking for an inconspicuous touch of emerald green in the lantern-like light spots of the strange fish.

Hearing the sound of pressing the song repeatedly, Ling Jiang stared at the shore impatiently, rolled her eyes, and let out a low "grunt" sound from her throat. In the cage next to it, Hai Dongqing suddenly spread its snow-white wings, broke through the bird cage, slid through a bright light, and flew towards the middle of the river.

He stomped his feet in a singing voice, "Damn, it just imitated the cry of a female eagle begging for love, and attracted Ah Qing! Why is it so shameless!"

Qi Ying said: "As long as it is easy to use."

Costin's huge wings whipped up a violent wind in the clouds and mist, and the clouds were forced to disperse, revealing a clear night and a vast white river.

Holding the bamboo tube, Ling Jiang squinted his eyes from the wind brought by Hai Dongqing's wings, said "silly bird" secretly, and flew lower.

Hai Dongqing fluttered through the clouds and mist, only to see a little yellow fur fluttering in the wind, with a bunch of dull hairs on its head, and gave it a disdainful glance.

Aware of being deceived, Hai Dongqing was not irritated and went mad like other ferocious birds and beasts, but stared at Lingjiang with a pair of sharp eagle eyes, and let out an oppressive high-frequency low howl.

Just like when the king of beasts in the jungle roars, the beasts subconsciously cower in fear, and no bird dares to fly high at this moment. The black falcon, which has been hit physically and mentally, was so frightened by Hai Dongqing, and it screamed and then fell to its knees. He rushed to the shore, but was bitten by a leaping strange fish halfway and pulled into the river.

However, Lingjiang, who was in the low pressure, was not afraid at all. He glanced at it coldly, and instead got under the two giant wings. Taking advantage of the airflow driven by Haidongqing, he could clearly see the green in the center of the strange fish.

The leaves of Yu Xi Ye look like plantains, standing abruptly on the surface of the vast river, surrounded by mist, and the river is rushing, but Yu Xi Ye does not even move half of the leaves, standing quietly and gracefully.

Lingjiang found the right time, no longer delays, and suddenly swooped down. The strange fish around Yu Xiye sensed it, and jumped out of the sea alternately even more frantically, trying to swallow the intruder.

Ling Jiang deftly pushed open the cover of one end of the bamboo tube with the other claw in mid-air, skimmed across the water in an extremely light posture, brushed the fangs of the strange fish, slid half a foot, spread its wings like a swimming dragon , Pianran flew a few times, and evenly sprinkled the rain water and soil in the small bamboo tube on the Yuxi leaves.

As soon as Lin Shuitu touched the leaves, it turned into a cloud of earth-colored smoke and disappeared.

Unexpectedly, it would be such a result, Lingjiang spun in mid-air, looked at the people on the bank, and planned to ask about the situation.

At this moment, the strange fish in the river fled in all directions as if frightened, and an extremely thin sliver was pulled out at lightning speed, just right on Lingjiang's back.

Just now those strange fish had brute force, but they were not very good at aiming. They could kill a black falcon, but they couldn't even touch half of Lingjiang's wings. The whip rope inside, one draw is accurate.

Ling Jiang staggered in the air, a blood-red wound was pulled out of his back, and a few feathers were lost. He hurriedly stabilized his figure, looked up, and saw countless vines protruding from the river, some grabbed people on the bank, others Winding straight into the sky, it is obvious that they want to catch Costin.

Hai Dongqing is worthy of being the god of eagles, with sharp claws like hooks, one claw cut off several vines, Lingjiang looked down at the place where countless vines were knotted, two leaves like fish playing with leaves were protected by vines In the center, it was originally calm and windless, but now it is twisting crazily, as if being mercilessly crackled by the pouring thunderstorm.

Lingjiang's eyes were sharp, and he saw a little white between the two leaves. When he was fled with his head hugged by the vines, he still thought: "Look at this twist, it's like giving birth to a child."

Ji Yushan said that after sprinkled with rainy water and soil, the Yuxi leaves would grow flowers, but he didn't know how long it would take.

Lingjiang narrowly avoided a vine that was drawn after him, tried to fly down and flew a little lower, and saw that the white point was a little bigger than before.

It doesn't look like it will last long.

He was distracted for a moment, but he didn't notice a vine coming out from behind, and the thin branch approached him silently. When Ling Jiang noticed it, the thin branch violently entangled him Lingjiang quickly dragged Lingjiang into the water. Lingjiang tasted the fishy taste of the river, and his eyes turned black for a while.

There was a sound of falling water from the shore, and at the same moment, all the vines twitched vigorously, like a dog jumping over a wall, dragging people and birds on the shore into the water one after another.

Lian Pressing raised his hand to cut off a vine, and said loudly, "Did I ever say that I hate tentacles?"

Qi Ying drew the bow like a full moon, aimed the arrow point at the song, and loosened her fingers suddenly: "No."

The sharp arrow whistled, brushing the side of Lian Presse's neck and nailing a vine in the thick fog, hitting something, and making a clear sound of gold and stone.

Lian Presse swung the dagger to cut off a vine, and said seriously, "I hate tentacles."

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight branches twisted into a thick vine, entangled his ankle, and Lian Song was pulled to the ground by surprise, and was quickly dragged into the water.

Qi Ying jumped over, stepped on the thick vine, and stabbed it in: "It seems that it prefers you."

Lian Song blushed: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm about to be dragged in by it."

Who knows what to do to him after being dragged in!

Qi Ying glanced at the vines that gradually climbed up to his feet from behind like snakes, and said with a smile: "Give me one of your falcons when you go back."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the vines that were entangled with the song with both hands, his arm muscles swelled, and the veins bulged out. With a low growl, the vines flowed out green juice, and a gap was loosened.

Lian Ge took the opportunity to pull out his ankle. Just as he was about to thank Qi Ying, he saw four or five thick vines wrapped around his body. Before Lian Ge could pull it out, Qi Ying was quickly dragged into it In the water, disappearing in the turbulent turbulence that is constantly tumbling.

The moment Qi Ying entered the water, Qi Ying held her breath tightly, and saw in the turbid water that under the two plantain-like fish-playing leaves, there were actually strong roots with ten people hugging them. There were countless branches stretching out towards the river, and he was dragged into the water by this thing that looked like vines and branches.

And this river is thousands of feet deep.

Except for the sound of water, Qi Ying couldn't hear anything, it was as quiet as if there was no one in the world except himself.This is what it feels like to be on the verge of death.

In the turbulent river water, the abnormally white fish-leaf flowers were extremely obvious. Qi Ying struggled a few times, but his waist was dragged tightly by the branches. He thought regretfully, hoping someone could bring the flowers to him. Nineteen Lord.

Then slowly closed his eyes.

However, he opened it again quickly, and Qi Ying saw someone breaking through the water and swimming towards him in the dim river.

The man's robe was tumbling in the water, his side face had sharp edges and corners chiseled by a knife and an axe, and he was extremely calm and handsome. He held a pitch-black eight-edged plum blossom hammer in his hand, raised it high, and landed heavily on Qi Ying. On the vines at the waist.

The shot was decisive, and the vines on his body were smashed to pieces.

Lingjiang was not ready when he fell into the river, and accidentally drank two mouthfuls of river water. At this time, he was very annoyed, and pushed the commander of the shadow guard roughly by the waist, pushed him out of the river, and sucked a mouthful with his face exposed. He breathed, and planned to dive into the water again.

Qi Ying coughed and hurriedly pulled him back: "Ahem, it's you, why are you in the water..."

Ling Jiang glanced at him coldly, without saying a word, pulled the corner of his clothes out of his hand, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him with a glamorous profile, like a mermaid in legend.

Qi Ying still wanted to look for it, but heard the roar of Lian Song on the shore, and looked in the direction he pointed, and saw all the birds in the cage were released, hovering in the mist, and underneath, a white flower like Snow's five-petaled flower stands alone in the middle of the dirty river.

Around the petals, there are countless rattan canes that are tens of feet long, and every one of them can make a lot of waves when they are drawn to the river.

Double-click the song: "The flowers of Yuxiye fade quickly, and you must pick them off before they die!"

As he spoke, he flexed his fingers to make a whistle, raised his arms and shouted.

A dark cloud pressed down from the sky, and Hai Dongqing tried to get closer, but was entangled by vines, unable to do so.

Lingjiang in the water carried a plum blossom hammer and kept diving, intending to attack from the water. All plants have the weakest root system. This thing grows strangely, but he doesn't believe that it can be so rampant after the root is pulled out.

Ling Jiang puffed up his cheeks coldly, thinking to himself, fortunately, he is knowledgeable and talented, and he is proficient in everything, even water.

He simply does not admit that he was young and ignorant, he pecked the hornet's nest with his greedy mouth, and was forced into the water by the swarm of bees.

He swam along to the water and found that the river was unfathomably deep, so he stopped his thoughts and stopped on the spot. Looking at the thick blue tree roots in front of him, he gathered all his strength and raised his hand to swing the plum blossom hammer.

The twisted river water was carried in an arc by the plum blossom hammer. The resistance in the water was already strong enough, but Lingjiang swung it freely, swung it open and closed for a full moon, and beat Yu Xiye's thick rhizome hard.

The rhizomes shook violently, and the mixed river surface set off a wave of more than one foot high, and countless vines swayed frantically from the east to the west.

"What happened in the river?!"

Lian pressed the song into the water and dragged Qi Ying ashore. Qi Ying coughed a few times on the ground, frowned and shook her head, staring at the tumbling river, not knowing how to describe it.

Lingjiang swung it out for the second time, Yu Xiye was in pain, and the vines began to twist messily.

When he was about to run out of breath and swung out for the third time, Yu Xiye's ferocious and frightening vine suddenly retreated from the river surface into the water, and ran away quickly like a flood, seeing that the two plantain leaves were about to bear small white flowers Diving into the water, he repeatedly pressed the song and whistled for Hai Dongqing.

With its wings down, the condor flew straight towards the river, galloping like lightning, and swept the little white flower into its bag the moment it submerged in the water.

The flowers of Haidongqing carrying Yuxi leaves soared up to the sky, let out an exciting and loud howl, hovered proudly in the clouds, and the dim light of dawn crossed its wings, as if inlaid with a luxurious silver glow.

The dense fog gradually dissipated, and the beautiful island slowly lifted its veil in front of everyone.

Hai Dongqing took the little white flower and flew directly to the outside of the mountain, pressed the song and wiped his face, then patted Qi Ying on the shoulder: "It's done."

Qi Ying stood up and walked to the river. The river was still muddy. He squatted and watched for a long time until the water surface gradually calmed down, and nothing abnormal appeared again.

"Looking at what?" Lian Song asked.

Qi Ying reached out to touch the water, hesitantly said: "I saw that man in the water, he saved me."

Lian Song didn't understand what he meant: "Huh?"

Qi Ying took off her clothes and planned to go into the water again: "It's the person who can't be found in the pavilion."

Even pressing the song for a moment, there are only a handful of people who can't find any clues in Yufeng Pavilion, and he quickly realized who he was talking about.

"He seems to have been waiting in the water. He secretly helped us get back the vines, otherwise Yu Xiye would not have suddenly retreated into the water."

Qi Ying pulled back his robe and was about to go into the water. He stopped him even by pressing the song, and said seriously: "According to you, that man's martial arts should be unfathomable. If he wants to leave, you won't be able to find it if you go down. We Let’s go back and talk about it, whether this person is an enemy or a friend, we must investigate.”

Qi Ying could only nod.

A voice suddenly came from the side.

Turning around, I saw a wet drowning bird crawling out of nowhere, lying half-dead in a pile of dead leaves, with its small pale yellow mouth open, spitting water out.

He went back and picked up the little bird's paw and looked at it: "Hey, it's ok, you're not dead, I thought you were eaten by a strange fish."

The little yellow bird porched, and spat river water all over his face.

"..."

When they walked out of the valley, it was already dawn, and a huge ship was docked not far from the island, and the refreshing sea breeze was blowing. On the beach of the island, the master of the Yufeng Pavilion was sitting in a wheelchair, and had been waiting for them for a long time.

"I've met the Pavilion Master." Lian Presse and Qi Ying wanted to salute, but Yin Chenglan stopped them.

"Thank you everyone." Yin Chenglan nodded slightly.

Lian Ange smiled: "With this one sentence, this trip is not in vain."

Yin Chenglan raised the corners of his lips, the little white flower that was delivered in time had been split in half, he took one half and handed over the other half to Yan Chu Pharmaceutical. At this time, his complexion looked much better than before.

Ling Jiang was held in his hand by Lian Song to spit water at will, and he heard Yin Chenglan's voice in a daze, struggling to flap his wings.

Yin Chenglan stroked Hai Dongqing's feathers, his gaze swept over him, and he quickly retracted it.

Even though he was exhausted, the confusion just now disappeared. Ling Jiang opened his small eyes and saw Yin Chenglan's eyes clearly for the first time.

It was a kind of calm without disappointment or expectation, turning a deaf ear and not caring at all.

Lingjiang was pulled into the water by vines, and when he was almost drowned, he didn't feel as uncomfortable as he does now, like a stick in his throat.

So he closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep.

The wheelchair crushed the soft sand, and Hai Dongqing, who was caressed comfortably by Yin Chenglan, suddenly spread his wings and flew to Lian Ge, who was behind him, and grabbed the soft, wet, dirty lump in his hand with his claws. , shit yellow shit thing grabbed it, and then threw it into Yin Chenglan's hands.

Hai Dongqing calmly kicked the little yellow bird into Yin Chenglan's hand with his claws, and rubbed his head against the back of his hand.

It seems to be taking credit for the little yellow bird.

Double-click the song: "By the way, it's lucky to have it this time, we..."

Yin Chenglan: "I know."

With a smile on the corners of his thin lips, he examined the chicken-like bird in his hand, gently stroked the belly of the little yellow bird with his bony fingers, plucked the coquettish hair on his head, and took out a handkerchief Wrap Lingjiang and put it on his lap: "Let's go, let's talk when we go back."

Lian Presse stepped forward to catch Yin Chenglan's wheelchair, and pushed him onto the big boat.

The big ship sailed across the blue sea, and Ling Jiang, who fell asleep, just missed the scene where Yin Chenglan touched his belly for the first time.

Afterwards, I don't know how many years I regretted it. Every time I mentioned this matter, I would curse angrily: "You fucking, you can really pretend."

After Qi Ying and Lian cleaned up according to the song, they came to report to Yin Chenglan. They took two or three strokes through the thrilling night on the island, and focused on the young man Qi Ying saw in the river.

Qi Ying: "We didn't see other boats at sea. It is very likely that this person followed us to the island. Maybe he is hiding on the boat now. The subordinates want to thoroughly investigate the boatman and the shadow guard."

"Also, this person is acquainted with Mr. Ji, maybe Mr. Ji will know something..."

Holding a cup of tea, Yin Chenglan took a sip: "Don't involve Ji Yushan, we don't need to betray Yan Chu now, but you can investigate him secretly."

Qi Ying took the order, but did not back down, as if he still had something to say.

Yin Chenglan put the teacup aside: "I know what you mean. After all, he saved you and secretly helped us get the flowers of Yuxiye. If this person has a clean background and has nothing to do with that person, I'd rather be with you." Let’s make some friends, and meet the person you mentioned who can use the eight-edged hammer in a posture that surprises the dragon and roams the dragon.”

Qi Ying nodded, saluted and left.

That afternoon, the security on the boat suddenly became stricter. Qi Ying personally checked all the people on board, big and small cabins, corners, and every inch of space. However, except for a glimpse in the river, the cold But the young man couldn't find half of the news, as if he had disappeared from the world.

Qi Ying took Lingjiang's portrait, this time the painting was no longer a few strokes, but used thick ink and heavy colors to outline the handsome facial features and thin and graceful figure of the young man, and went to Yin Chenglan's cabin.

Lian Presse was holding the account book and checking the details of the accounts in the pavilion with Yin Chenglan. Seeing this portrait, he was surprised and said: "Commander Qi, if you are kicked out of Yufeng Pavilion by Master Nineteen in the future, you will not die of hunger if you go out to sell paintings."

Qi Ying didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Remember to give me the falcon that owes me." Spread the portrait on the table, and reported the results of the two-day investigation to Yin Chenglan.

"There was no suspicious person on board, but it was Mr. Ji who asked who he was looking for. I revealed something to him. Mr. Ji probably sensed that he should know the person he was looking for, but it was just a chance encounter. I don't know his origin. , I don’t know why he is on the island. But I mentioned that this person has no ill intentions towards Yufeng Pavilion. The subordinates think that Mr. Ji must not be telling the truth. I can’t get close, I’m afraid it will be difficult to find out.”

After Qi Ying finished speaking, there was no response, so she raised her eyelids, and saw the nineteenth master of his family sitting under the window, playing with the little yellow bird wrapped in Supa with great interest.

The little bird lost a few hairs on its back, and after washing it, it looked a little bald, revealing a piece of pink skin the size of a fingernail.

At this time, she lay limply on Yin Chenglan's thumb, and was touched by the man from head to toe.

People who have kept birds for many years have their own methods of identifying good ones, and the first thing to bear the brunt is touching.Feel whether the bird's bones are smooth and easy to fly, feel whether the abdomen and chest are plump and strong, and whether the feathers are smooth and delicate, bright in color, and whether they feel slippery when held in the hand.

Although Lingjiang looks like a quail at first glance, its body is firm and elastic under the fine down feathers. Where there should be flesh, the muscles are well-proportioned, and where there should be no flesh, it is tight and thin, not a cent more Not less.

Yin Chenglan knew that he was small at the first touch, but it was definitely a rare size among birds.

A good bird depends not only on its body shape, but also on its viscera. Birds are not like humans who can detect their pulse, so a unique way of judging has been derived.

Yin Chenglan skillfully let Lingjiang lie on the back of his hand, raised the two tail feathers on his buttocks, and looked at Lingjiang's tender buttocks with exquisite eyes. A bird is a rectum. If a bird's internal organs are good, check whether the buttocks are clean Just know.

After all, a little bird with a bad stomach and always having loose bowels, his butt is not as delicate and clean as his.

Ling Jiang never imagined that when he fainted, even his butt was looked at by others. Fortunately, he also fainted, otherwise he would be so angry.

Yin Chenglan played with the little yellow bird, and found that it was indeed a good bird, so he wrapped him in a handkerchief with satisfaction, put it aside, and then turned his attention to the picture.

Qi Yingdao: "What do you think, sir? Is it related to that person...?"

Yin Chenglan tapped his fingers on the table, the sea water outside the cabin was roaring, and the toxicity was temporarily suppressed. He felt the lightness he had not seen for a long time, and the moist sea breeze blew in from the small window on the bulkhead, blowing away the poison caused by the previous few days. The haze of tolerance, coupled with the strange bird that he got by chance, Yin Chenglan's mood is surprisingly joyful, and he even feels a little bit of the freedom and wantonness of his youth.

However, these just passed through his heart gently like the wind, and in the end, the blood-stricken hatred still weighed on him like a shackle, and he couldn't breathe.

The momentary relaxation seemed to be an illusion, Yin Chenglan restrained his expression: "Go write a letter to Shanyue and let him come back."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the half-closed cabin window, and the almost clear sunlight came in, and white gulls dotted the blue sea in the distance, but the haze that fell on his heart again was never blown away by the sea breeze.

The big boat rides the wind and waves, and travels thousands of miles a day. When Lingjiang wakes up, he has already returned to the bird's nest of Yufeng Pavilion Huangzishe.

Sitting up from the bird's nest with his messy hair, thinking about how he came back, Lingjiang found that he was seasick and he didn't know what happened to the bird, so he couldn't remember anything. It's as if it hit his heart, with an unforgettable clarity.

He flung himself into the bird's nest, staring coldly at the few feathers sticking to the top of the birdcage, with swords and swords in his heart, blood flowing like a river, and finally, Ling Jiang closed his eyes and fell asleep again thinking of a word.

He was wondering if he was still used to Yin Chenglan.

Lingjiang ate and drank in Huangzishe for a few days, until the bird trainer in Huangzishe found that the bird feed was significantly less these days, and he was picked up when he checked the bird nests one by one. At that time, Chief Lian had personally questioned the little yellow bird, and the bird trainer obsequiously reported to the next level, and each level reported to the next level, and sent Lingjiang to Chief Lian.

Lian Presse's residence is also a pavilion with green tiles and vermilion tiles. Before he saw Xiao Huangmao, he was sitting in the gazebo, teasing mynah, drinking a little wine, humming a little song, looking at the account book, and he was about to become comfortable. Immortal.

Seeing the yellow bird without a single feather in the birdcage, even pressing the song, he almost packed up the birdcage and threw it out.

But he still held back, took out the face of a smiling fox, praised his subordinates a few words, and asked him amiably if he would like to stay for lunch until he sent him away. The moment he turned around after pressing the song, his face turned black. Charcoal.

He walked quickly to the stone table, pointed at the indifferent little yellow-haired boy in the cage and said, "What's wrong with you again?"

Ling Jiang yawned lazily, without looking at him, he stretched out his small wings and poked open the birdcage, walked out with claws, walked to the wine cup on the table, saw that it was still full, and squatted Zhan Bian tilted his head and asked, "Are you still drinking?"

Without waiting to answer the song, he continued: "If you don't drink, I will drink."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and took a big mouthful, raised his thin neck to swallow it, smashed it, took another mouthful in his throat, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Looks like a seasoned alcoholic.

Even after pressing the song, he couldn't figure out how he made his cute self into such a ghostly appearance.

Lian Pressing had no choice but to pour another glass, and refill it for Lingjiang by the way. Only after filling up did he realize it, and secretly said that his hands are really cheap.

Ling Jiang ignored him and pecked at the wine. The wine rolled from his pale yellow beak to the table, and the splashed water wet his claws, but he didn't care.

After drinking along with the song for no reason, he finally tasted the taste, and squinted at the bird with the wine cup: "Hey, let me tell you, you must be frustrated in love." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but laugh, "That's not right. , you birds still pay attention to your love and my wish?"

In a blink of an eye, the little yellow bird pecked dry the two cups of wine, waved its wings to signal Lian Song to pour the wine, Lian Lian was filled with his own magical thoughts, and shook the jug in front of the little yellow bird twice, Just refused to pour the wine: "Tell me what you guys usually talk about, I have good wine, so you have to have a story anyway, you can't drink my wine for nothing."

Ling Jiang finally raised his head to look at him, and looked at him with great interest.

After a while, Ling Jiang flew up and said coldly: "Drink you a little wine, there is a lot of nonsense."

Then flew out of the gazebo and disappeared.

Lian Presse's smile froze on the corners of his lips, and he clenched the thin-necked wine bottle tightly with his fingers. He still smiled, but now he looked ferociously gnashing his teeth.

"One day, I have to pluck you and roast you to relieve my anger."

Lingjiang spread its wings against the wind and flew endlessly under the sky. Even the head manager's wine was indeed good wine. Only now that the wind blew, it was slightly over the top. He fluttered his wings a few times and landed in a place. Looking up, Only then did he realize that he flew to Yin Chenglan's study unknowingly.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and Yin Chenglan sat at the door, making eye contact with the bird on the window sill.

After confirming the eyes, it is someone who still wants to get used to it, Lingjiang thought sadly and angrily.

Yin Chenglan steered the wheelchair into the study room, and with a wave of his hand, the remaining windows were all swung open. This was done with internal force. Lingjiang always knew that Yin Chenglan was also hiding everything.

He squatted on the window sill in a diminutive form, the little yellow hair on the top of his head fluttering in the wind, squinting his eyes and staring at the man.

Yin Chenglan sat by the window, took a book from the table beside him, and turned two pages