Grandpa is such a bird

Within two days, Lingjiang heard Hai Dongqing's angry eagle howl from the woods below the peak. Wan Haifeng was too high above sea level. When looking down the cliff, one could only see thin flowing clouds and entangled green mist. Lin Hai covered with a hazy veil.

But even if he couldn't see it, Lingjiang seemed to smell the hot, humid smell of dead leaves and rotten mud. He subconsciously shuddered, took a breath of sympathy for Haidongqing in his heart, and then quickly thought about what Yin Chenglan was going to do ?

After holding it in for two days, Ling Jiang finally couldn't hold it anymore. After a morning flight, he flew to Yin Chenglan with his small wooden trough in his mouth, waved his wings, and asked him to pour himself a cup of tea, with a look of "I have Something to say' with a serious expression and sat down.

Yin Chenglan couldn't compliment his bird-like appearance. He lowered his head and took a sip of water, raised his eyes from the faint tea fragrance, and signaled him to speak quickly, to fart quickly, and to go to training after the fart.

He found that the longer he spent with the bird, the more likely it would become rough.

Ling Jiang unhurriedly took a sip of tea, and found that he couldn't taste it, so he raised his head and asked, "Is there any wine?"

Yin Chenglan could hardly bear to throw him out of the window.

Ling Jiang said, "What are you doing, that silly bird?"

Holding the book in his hand, Yin Chenglan turned his head to the side when he heard the words, and looked at Lingjiang: "Drink tea."

Ling Jiang paused: "..."

Yin Chenglan laughed secretly in his heart, and gradually realized the joy of pressing the song repeatedly.

However, Ling Jiang didn't turn back and choke him to death like he did to Lian Presse, but looked at him affectionately and said seriously: "Do you admit that I am your bird?"

Oh forgot, he hasn't admitted to training it yet, Yin Chenglan tapped on the table in front of his claws, reminding: "Focus on the key points."

Seeing that Yin Chenglan poured the tea himself, Ling Jiang decided to drink it all up. He lowered his head and took a big mouthful, raised his neck and gulped it down, saying, "You catch it first, and I'll catch it."

Therefore, Yin Chenglan decided not to argue with this bird.

"Do you still remember Pei Jiangnan?"

Ling Jiang nodded, not only remembered, but when Ji Yushan mentioned it that night, he finally remembered that the Big Dipper Stone was the first time he heard Pei Jiangnan mention it.

Secretly annoyed for a long time, he knew that this broken stone was Yin Chenglan's blind antidote, so he shouldn't let him go that day, even if he removed his arms and legs, he still wanted to find out the whereabouts of the Big Dipper Stone.

But the sky failed to fulfill the bird's wish.

"Just remember, Pei Jiangnan fled to Meixie Forest in the southwest."

Ling Jiang froze for a moment, and his impression of 'Mei Xie' suddenly merged with the smelly rotten mud of Haidongqing closed at Feng's waist, and he immediately realized why Yin Chenglan created such a place.

Because Meixie Forest is such a place, the dead forest trees stand with their rotting bodies in a stiff posture, and the gray and white branches that are slanted and intertwined criss-cross each other, covering a dense forest. The lake, at some point, grew thick moss and aquatic plants, covered with dead wood, rotten leaves and corpses, turning into a pool of muddy swamp that exudes a damp and smelly smell.

When people or beasts stray into it, the muddy quagmire is like an invisible hand grabbing people's ankles and pulling them inch by inch into the rotten and smelly pool.

There were more and more corpses in the pool, and the stench became stronger and stronger.

It's really a place where birds don't shit.

The reason why Lingjiang knew about it was that he received one of the few important chances to pass on letters in his rare letter history, but he lived up to expectations and lost his way and almost strayed into Meixie Forest, but he just shot around the forest. After a while, I was almost suffocated by the hot and humid smell evaporating from the Meixie Forest.

Since then, Lingjiang has been devoting himself to eating in the yellow house and waiting to die for a long time.

Yin Chenglan knew his letter book like the back of his hand, knowing that he and Meixielin had passed each other, so he wanted to hear Feiqin's opinion on Meixielin.

But seeing the little yellow bird lying on the desk in a contemplative state, its downy feathers blown into fluffy balls, like glutinous rice balls mixed with sweet potato flour, so I couldn't help poking it.

"Yellow Tangyuan" raised his head blankly.

There was still a soft touch on the fingertips, and Yin Chenglan realized that his actions just now were like a reckless boy who suddenly got a toy, which was childish.

Knowing that he had lost his identity, he gave a dry cough, looked away, and pretended to look out the window, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Did you just..." Lingjiang said slowly.

"Nothing." Yin Chenglan interrupted him, frowned, and looked at the little yellow bird firmly.

Ling Jiang stared at him blankly, his eyes became a little bit suspicious, he was too distracted just now, he didn't pay attention to what Yin Chenglan did, but he saw that he looked guilty and didn't pursue him further, just felt his own in his heart Reasonable.

"I want to say that in the Meixie forest you mentioned just now, birds like Hai Dongqing cannot get in. They are too big to fly in the forest."

"Then what do you mean?" Yin Chenglan asked.

Ling Jiang finally stood up, stretched his muscles and bones and stretched his waist: "Let me try."

Yin Chenglan never stopped him, and really wanted to see this little bird's ability: "Okay, go if you want."

Although he said he was going, he didn't set off right away. Yin Chenglan still asked Hai Dongqing to adapt to the dark environment similar to Meixie Forest every day, and added Ling Jiang into the training.

This day Lingjiang finished flying in the morning, and when he learned that he had to roll in the rotten mud, he hesitated a little, and agreed to come down, but asked Yin Chenglan to wait for him for a while, and then flew under the eaves to get in. into the bird's nest.

Yin Chenglan sat by the window and looked out, only to see at the entrance of the coquettish bird's nest, a little yellow furry buttocks turned its back to the nest, moving around, not knowing what he was busy with.

Shaking his head helplessly, he still doesn't know whether it is useful or useless for him to accept this thing.

Yin Chenglan manipulated the wheelchair and walked to the mahogany table with tea, poured himself a glass of water, just took half a sip, when he heard the sound, he subconsciously glanced over, his eyes shrank suddenly, and immediately sprayed the water out of his mouth.

Ling Jiang had just finished dressing up, and jumped in front of Yin Chenglan to ask him to take a look at it, but he was sprayed on the face, and he was wet all of a sudden.

He raised his little wings silently, wiped off the tea on his face with the tips of his wings, looked at Yin Chenglan who was choking on the water, coughing handsomely and blushing, and said very generously: "I forgive you."

It was the first time in his life that the Pavilion Master, who had been coughing heart-piercingly, lost his composure. He didn't know where he had thrown his immobile demeanor. The veins on his neck were bulging, which shows the severity of the fright. .

He raised his hand and pushed the little yellow bird, suppressing his cough desperately, pointed at the indescribable dress on the bird's face and said angrily, "What the hell are you!"

I saw that the little bird had stolen a cloth head from nowhere and wrapped it around its little head. Small holes were pecked out in the places where the eyes and mouth were, and only two black eyes and a small pointed beak were exposed outside. , that look of treacherous eyebrows makes people speechless, he is really fully armed, even his father can't recognize him.

"Cover it up, at least it won't smell so bad." Ling Jiang explained patiently as he shook the water off his body.

Yin Chenglan had never seen such a strange bird before, and he didn't expect that he was so frightened. He finally calmed down, straightened his clothes, and returned to the resolute and steady Nineteenth Master, wanting to keep himself from talking to the chief executive. It also seemed that he had never seen the world, but when he opened his mouth, he still leaked the thoughts in his heart.

"Can you be a little bird?"

Ling Jiang opened his small round eyes innocently, and chirped at him: "Is that so?"

Yin Chenglan had no choice but to pinch the center of his eyebrows with a headache: "Okay, stop playing tricks, and go to training quickly."

However, even with this kind of virtue, when you reach the waist of the peak, the smell of damp mud is still pervasive.

Within a radius of three feet, not even a fly or insect could be seen, and the birds in the Yufeng Pavilion were even far away and took a detour.

Hai Dongqing howled loudly angrily, but all the birds who heard it couldn't help but lowered their heads and hid in the woods shivering.

The power of the Eagle God cannot be underestimated.

Yin Chenglan was sitting in a red-covered pavilion for bird trainers to rest, looking at the creamy yellow figure standing on the armrest of his wheelchair looking into the dead wooden cage over there.

I don't know if it's because this little thing has too much heart, or because he's born to be different, but in a word, Lingjiang's calmness and arrogance surprised him.

Birds are not like people. The unknown may hide their secrets. The birds are more honest. The strong and majestic ones are powerful and fierce, while the small ones are flexible and timid. It is easy to distinguish between fierce birds and beasts and small birds. the difference.

But it was the first time he saw this kind of appearance of a bird that was attached to people, but grew a bird with the heart of a ferocious beast.

Obviously, she can rely on being coquettish and cute to make a living, but she insists on living a life of fighting and fighting if she refuses to accept it.

Seeing the little yellow bird dawdling on the handrail and refusing to move, he deliberately questioned and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Ling Jiang turned his head, revealing a pair of bright round eyes under the cloth covering his face. He was not angry, but asked calmly, "If I go in, will I be treated like a silly bird?"

Yin Chenglan didn't quite understand the 'treatment' in his mouth, but he was used to not asking questions, but showing an inscrutable expression: "Let's see how you behave."

With this sentence, Ling Jiang was satisfied, nodded slightly, and rushed into the big cage with strange smell and damp branches, a net of fine hemp rope was covered outside, completely blocking his escape route.

He got into the huge cage on the ground, only to realize how similar this place is to Meixie Forest. The gray and white dead branches are intertwined and knotted, blocking a large area of ​​the sky. It is too dark, and even the sun seems to be unable to penetrate. The silt flowed slowly, and bubbles bubbled out secretly and lowly between the mud, exuding the smell of sultry, damp and decaying dead leaves.

Lingjiang felt his heart beating faster and he was a little out of breath. There was a sense of urgency in his heart, and he wanted to break through the cage and rush out, and leave here immediately. He felt Haidongqing's hoarse anger, which was a way for birds and beasts to avoid the harsh environment. instinct.

He clung to the cage wall with difficulty, and saw Yin Chenglan sitting in the distance from the small gap of the dead branches.

The man was as usual, his body sitting in the wheelchair was as straight as a slack, his shoulders were broad and broad, giving people a sense of calmness, majesty and reliability. Lingjiang couldn't see his expression clearly, but he seemed to be able to feel him quietly watching her. look.

That kind of gaze can make Lingjiang die for him without hesitation.

...Pei Jiangnan fled into Meixie Forest with the Big Dipper Stone... The Big Dipper Stone is Yin Chenglan's antidote...

Ling Jiang comforted himself, then took a deep breath and held it.

According to Yin Chenglan's order, he needs to stay in this rotten mud for an hour, but the pervasive smell of stuffy and dead air disturbs his nerves, and the damp heat emanating from the mud on the ground makes Lingjiang's feathers tense. Clinging to his body, he felt the sweat begin to trickle from under his feathered skin.

Half an hour later, Lingjiang couldn't bear it anymore, and flapped his wings like Hai Dongqing against the cage wall, making a low-pitched threatening sound, the frequency was so low that it was almost inaudible. The bird's instinct for freedom and vitality prompted him to struggle desperately to get out of the cage.

Yin Chenglan suddenly turned his head and looked out of the forest. In the distance, several sparrows were staying in the treetops. When Lingjiang let out a low howl, they seemed to be frightened and flew out of the bird forest.

Yin Chenglan looked thoughtfully at the conspicuous smear of yellow in the dark cage, rubbed his fingers, and wondered what this little yellow hair was.

The time was dragged on for a very long time, just when Ling Jiang was furious and wanted to rush out of the cage regardless of using spells, determined to beat Yin Chenglan violently, and never pamper him again, the time finally came, Yin Chenglan raised his hand , the fishing net and the birdcage rose into the air together.

Like an arrow from Li Xuan, Lingjiang immediately left the hot and humid muddy land and shot towards Yin Chenglan.

Yin Chenglan didn't dodge or dodge, seeing a lump of yellow in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Ling Jiang flapped his wings vigorously, shaking off the mud on his body, and the small hood on his face fell off, and the dull hair on his head was condensed into a wisp, drooping listlessly, floating up and down with his movements.

"How?" Lingjiang asked in a hoarse voice.

Yin Chenglan nodded, "Yes, if you can endure it, you will feel much better after entering Meixie Forest. People in the forest can only enter but not exit. Once they enter, they will end up in bottomless swamp mud. No matter how good your qinggong is, there will always be a time when you hit the ground, and once you hit the ground, you will never be able to get out again. At that time, you just need to go in, find his body, and take away his things."

He spoke lightly, but his dark eyes implied a suppressed killing. From the moment Lingjiang saw him, he knew that this person was by no means the approachable person he appeared to be. Buried endless hatred, such a person should not put his heart into it.

"Are you sure that the Big Dipper Stone is on him?"

Yin Chenglan nodded, Lingjiang shook his dumbfounded hair, and said calmly but affirmatively: "I will help you get it back."

But no matter what happened to Yin Chenglan, as soon as Lingjiang saw him, he could forget everything and didn't care about anything. No matter who he was, he would unswervingly want to be his little bird.

Yin Chenglan smiled slightly: "Okay."

Then, Lingjiang waited in front of him for a while, but never waited for the next sentence.

Seeing that he was about to leave, he frowned and said, "No more?"

Yin Chenglan had already turned his body sideways. Looking back, he didn't know why, so Lingjiang looked at him angrily and said, "How about the same treatment as Hai Dongqing?"

Yin Chenglan blinked, and the killing intent that had just appeared in his eyes was also blinked away: "What else do you want?"

Seeing him like this, he obviously forgot all about it. Lingjiang was extremely annoyed, and stared at him coldly for a while, pursing her small sharp lips, and struggled for a while between "I don't want to talk to him" and "I must not let this opportunity go", thinking that life Sulking will only waste your benefits in vain, so he reluctantly said: "Open your hands."

Yin Chenglan did as he did, and the next moment, the little yellow bird plunged into his arms, rubbing against his arms like a little milk dog, like having fun, rubbing it contentedly, turned over and sat up with its head on the messy chicken coop , solemnly handed the delicate bird claws to his hand, and said, "Wipe the claws for me."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Yin Chenglan was laughed at by Chenggong, and finally remembered what his so-called 'treatment' was.

Order the servants to bring gauze, water and iodine, hold a small piece of gauze in one hand, pinch the little yellow claws of the little yellow bird with the other, and wipe Lingjiang's pair of claws just like they did with Haidongqing. Clean up.

During the whole process, he was speechless, and really didn't know what to say.

The bird I chose, let’s make do with it, can I not have it?