Grandpa is such a bird

Zangyu Tower is hidden in the lush forest of Wanhai Peak, secluded and remote. The wind blows into the forest, leaving a swaying tree shadow spot, and the cicadas are noisy on the treetops, and the birds all fall to the ground. Spreading your wings and squinting in the treetops, this is an excellent time to take a nap.

There was the sound of pounding medicine at a constant speed from the next room. Ji Yushan dozed off while propping his face on the table. He seemed to hear a noise in his drowsiness. He subconsciously woke up, stretched himself, and walked out slowly. go next door.

"Brother Yan, don't you want to rest for a while?" Ji Yushan stood at the door and put his ear to the door.

The sound of smashing medicine in the room stagnated, and then it sounded again, Yan Chu's slightly irritable voice was mixed in: "Go back to sleep when you wake up, don't bother me."

Ji Yushan couldn't help but yawned again, and said vaguely, "Okay, if you're tired, take a rest and I'll go out for a walk, by the way, do you remember what I told you two days ago? "

Ji Yushan stood at the door for a while, but didn't hear his answer, so he walked out.

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, Yan Chu put down the medicine pestle and sat quietly. The light in his room was very dark, with thick curtains drawn on the doors and windows, and only sporadic light poured in through the gaps. In the dim light, he His back looks particularly aloof.

Yan Chu looked at the medicine powder in his hand, recalled the family letter Ji Yushan had received two days ago, and twitched the corner of his lips sarcastically—if one Yinger ran away with someone, there would be tens of thousands of Yinger scrambling to stand up.Ji's family was single-handed, just waiting for him to open up, and before he arrived at home, the family letter urging the marriage to meet the young lady was sent over.

He will not stay here again, nor will he go to the Valley of Divine Doctors again.Yan Chu thought to himself, exhaled slowly, stretched out his hand to cover his face, didn't know what to do for a while, so he didn't even want to go out to meet him.

Ji Yushan wandered around in the yard, very bored, and walked out with his hands behind his back. The Yufeng Pavilion is located on the mountainside of Wanhai Peak, with dense forests. Looking from a distance, beyond the forest sea is blue.

After watching for a while, he was about to turn to the kitchen to ask for some food to send to Yan Chu, when he accidentally glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and saw a pale yellow figure in the criss-crossing grove.

Ji Yushan walked over and saw a tall man standing in the middle of a three-way intersection in the forest, with his arms folded, in a state of contemplation.

"Look for someone." Ji Yushan said.

Ling Jiang hummed, turned around, glanced behind him, and said to himself, "It turned out to be this way."

Ji Yushan said helplessly, "Lost? You have been to Zangyulou several times, right?"

Ling Jiang glanced at him and said reasonably, "I flew here before."

Knowing the way from the sky is completely different from knowing the way on the ground. Besides, in most cases, he is lazy and flies around at will based on his feeling.

"I didn't see you at Pavilion Master Yin's residence." Ji Yushan said.

Ling Jiang picked a grass stalk and put it in his mouth, and said, "He's different."

Ji Yushan got tired of toothache on the spot, so he found a stone by the side of the road and sat down: "I didn't have a chance to see you on the boat a few days ago, I heard you were injured?"

Ling Jiang squatted under the tree carelessly: "I lost a few feathers."

It's so easy to say.

Is the bird's hair loss as random as hair loss?Ji Yushan thought of the scene of the screaming when he killed the chicken and plucked its feathers. He shuddered and rubbed the goose bumps on his arms: "When I was on the boat, I heard that Pavilion Master Yin was looking for you with your portrait. If you don't want to be caught by him If you know your identity, you must hide it well."

Ling Jiang nodded.

Ji Yushan changed his sitting position and grabbed the weeds on the ground: "I have been out for a long time to find Ying'er, and it is almost time to go back to serve my parents. I will bid farewell to Pavilion Master Yin in a few days."

Ling Jiang frowned: "Is Yan Chu leaving too?"

Ji Yushan turned his head and looked in the direction of the guest room: "Brother Yan... I don't know." He observed what Lingjiang was concerned about, and said considerately: "The antidote can't be rushed, but it's just a matter of Sanwei Tiancaiyibao Now, the people in the Yufeng Pavilion must be looking for it at the ends of the earth, I believe that the poison of Pavilion Lord Yin will be unraveled."

Regarding the poison on Yin Chenglan's body, Ling Jiang was neither optimistic nor negative, but he felt very uncomfortable seeing his pale face when the poison occurred. Naturally, he was eager to get rid of it, but it must not be easy. He has been famous in Jianghu for seven or eight years, so he must have been poisoned for that long.

If it was easy to solve, it would have been solved long ago.

Ling Jiang said: "Do you know what the remaining three herbs are?"

Ji Yushan shook his head: "When I was on the boat, I heard Yan Chu say, 'The next thing is the Big Dipper.'

He said strangely: "But how this stone became a panacea, I don't know."

After he finished speaking, he saw Ling Jiang's brows tightly furrowed, thinking that he was worried, and wanted to comfort him, but Ling Jiang stood up abruptly, with a gloomy face: "I seem to have heard this name somewhere, but I can't think of it for a while." Woke up."

His memory is not bad, but these three words flashed through his mind like a fleeting image, and he seemed to have heard it before, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

Then he frowned into a furrow, and had to force himself to remember.

"The more you push yourself, the less likely you will be able to remember. Pavilion Master Yin still has some time before the next poison attack. Think slowly, and you will always remember."

Lingjiang's mind has been filled with too many things in the past few days, and his brain hurts after thinking about it for a while, so he had to give up temporarily and lean against a tree.

The banner in his arms fell out at an angle, and Ling Jiang glanced at it, and felt more pain.

Ji Yushan picked it up and looked at it: "Ah, you are studying, can you understand?"

Ling Jiang drooped the corner of his mouth, stuffed the flag book back into his arms, snorted coldly, patted his buttocks, and flew away in a blink of an eye.

His fluffy ball quickly disappeared into the air, Ji Yushan suddenly remembered, what is Lingjiang doing here this afternoon?

At that time, Ling Jiang was going to tell him that he was going to move, but since Ji Yushan was leaving, there was no need to say any more.

Back in the aviary, it was almost dusk. Instead of going back to the nest, he went to get a ladle of water while avoiding people's eyes and ears, and took it into a small open space surrounded by bushes that few people pass by.

Spraying the water in the ladle on the ground, picked up the small wooden sticks, Lingjiang squatted on the ground, covered with the orange sunset on the mountain side, poking the mud with great interest, while turning over the flag book bitterly.

As night fell, the words on the flag staff became blurred. He finally turned to the last page and heaved a sigh of relief. He almost wanted to dig a hole in the book and bury it in it, so that he would not be allowed to read it again.However, Lingjiang endured it, and put it in his arms—there was Yin Chenglan's words on it.

He stood up and looked at a large lump of mixed dry and wet mud on the ground, and went to find some soft dry grass and fallen leaves. On the way back, he saw an orange wild cat sleeping on a tree trunk. After thinking about it for a while, it turned into The little bird flew quietly behind the wild cat, stared at the round and fluffy back of the orange cat's head, and pecked at it.

The orange cat meowed miserably, and when it turned around, the bird that attacked it had disappeared. It meowed dissatisfiedly in its throat, licked its paws, and lay back on its stomach. However, the fluffy back of its head just now had become I got a scar, and a bunch of cat hair was pulled out.

The little yellow bird of Lingjiang stuffed the cat hair into the soil with its mouth, stirred it, stepped on it twice with its claws, and felt that it was soft and suitable. It was satisfied, and flew into the night sky with a lump in its mouth.

Starry like a river, he flew all the way to Yin Chenglan's study, patted the soil on the eaves outside the window where Yin Chenglan stayed most often, and then returned the same way, passing by the cat lazily sleeping on the tree, he rubbed it secretly Fly over to pick a handful of cat hair, mix it into the soil, and then pick up a large piece of mixed mud to the study, repeatedly, back and forth, and make it all night.

The sky was just hazy, and the sound of a wheelchair rolling on the ground came from the corridor. Yin Chenglan had an inexplicable feeling as soon as he woke up today, but he couldn't explain exactly what it was like. The still waves and the mountain wind were whistling, and the morning dew was finely condensed on his black hair, like a layer of hoarfrost. When he touched the Buddha with his hand, it shattered into pieces and blew into his hair. The black hair was slightly damp, like black ink. .

He steered the wheelchair into the study room, and this feeling became more and more intense until he raised his hand and swung open sixteen doors and windows—a small, apricot-sized, furry head suddenly hung upside down from the top of the window frame. There are two small eyes as clear as obsidian, and a tuft of coquettish yellow hair dangles under the head. Seeing him, he politely tweeted: "Morning."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

What is this greeting between neighbors?

Listening to the sea building, no birds can fly in. There is no one else in the huge mansion except Yin Chenglan. The shadow guards in the dark hide in places where there is no light, and they can't be seen day or night. Even his precious Haidong Qing was also raised in a house not far from here, below the peak. Yin Chenglan lived alone, almost withdrawn, keenly kept away from life, and made himself a prison.

But today, in his cell... Strictly speaking, a cellmate lived under the eaves of the cell.

Yin Chenglan felt uncomfortable feeling that his territory had been invaded, put his palms together against his chin, leaned back on the back of the wheelchair, and whispered, "What do you mean?"

Ling Jiang poked his head out from his bird's nest: "The early bird gets the worm."

Yin Chenglan stared at his lower body still hidden in the warm bird's nest: "Is that why you got up so early?"

Ling Jiang thought for a while, and took a 'moment' to get up, and landed on the window sill not far from Yin Chenglan: "Get up."

"..."

Training ferocious birds and beasts is challenging and exciting. However, Yin Chenglan's heart does not have the pleasure of conquering. Instead, there is a strange and inexplicable feeling surging in his heart. The lump of scraggly hair on the top of his head swayed left and right, and he was a little dumbfounded, and the discomfort of being invaded in his heart was diluted.

He was speechless for a while, watching Xiao Huangmao skillfully raised his claws, tilted his little head, scratched his fur like a human, and asked him if he had any water. Resisting it, following his strange combing posture, his heart turned sideways, and he was also led crookedly, and said cheaply: "Who will show you how to make it look so good."

Ling Jiang paused, then squinted at him with his head tilted, glanced thoughtfully at the collar and hem of his shirt, and asked, "Don't you wear clothes when no one is looking?"

"..."

Yin Chenglan decided not to talk to him for the time being, poured a glass of cold water and put it beside Lingjiang Claw.