Grandpa is such a bird

Ji Yushan was stunned, and it was almost difficult to understand his words from a human point of view. After struggling to understand, he praised with difficulty: "The young man is really... ambitious and full of heart."

Wan Haifeng can be reached after walking through a forest. Ling Jiang was worried about the tube on his claws, and wanted to speed up, but Ji Yushan was an ordinary person, and he was panting after running for two steps. He couldn't count on it. He wanted to be a bird Going away, afraid of getting lost at the door of the house, and delaying the letter that had already been delayed for hours, he had to look even colder, staring at Ji Yushan, who was paralyzed on the stone by the roadside.

In broad daylight, Ji Yushan was plainly seen to be covered in upside-down hair, rubbing his arms and laying on the stone, feeling sad and wronged, and when he glanced at the book of strange events in Jianghu still in his hand, his heart suddenly trembled. Ji Ling glanced at the chilling young man beside him, and said slowly, "Shall we rest a little longer?"

The chill suddenly swept Ji Yushan like a strong wind.

He swallowed, and quickly answered the next sentence: "I heard that Pavilion Master Yin also rested on this stone."

The chill that was like a blade scraping on his body stagnated for a while, and then it subsided slowly.

Ji Yushan said happily, "This bird is really tricky."

Before he could finish thinking, a slender and powerful wrist grabbed his back collar, lifted him up and threw him aside.

Ji Yushan rubbed his buttocks and got up, thinking that this trick was not effective, and was about to apologize to Pavilion Master Yin who had been choreographed, when he saw Lingjiang sitting cross-legged on the rock he was lying on just now, put his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes. He closed his eyes and took a rest.

"..."

Sure enough, Yin Chenglan's three words linger so well.

The road behind was extremely smooth, and basically spent comfortably under the 'This is the noodles that Pavilion Lord Yin ate', 'The river that Pavilion Lord Yin drank', 'the big tree that Pavilion Lord Yin took a nap', and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the lonely Wanhai Peak .

Wanhai Peak rises from the ground, soaring into the clouds. The mountain is steep and undulating, almost straight up and down. At the foot of the mountain is a smooth cliff of tens of feet. The cliff is surrounded by the vast sea, and the sea has washed the cliff. , as the name of the peak suggests, it is a steep peak and cliff entrenched in the center of the sea.

The mountain peak stands in the middle of the blue sea, and we don't know how deep the sea is. Above the peak is shrouded in clouds and mist. The Yufeng Pavilion is in the hazy white clouds, like a bird entering the sea of ​​clouds, far away from the mortal world.

Ji Yushan looked at the majestic Wanhai Peak dumbfounded: "How do I go up?"

Lingjiang turned his gaze, and Ji Yushan followed his line of sight, and saw dozens of thick black iron chains shot down from the peak between the sea of ​​clouds, and the other end was nailed to the relatively low mountain forest on the bank. It's as if someone tied Wan Haifeng to the mortal world with iron chains, and touched that lonely and misty mountain peak in the fireworks of the world.

If the lightness kungfu is excellent, one can climb up to Wanhai Peak by following the black iron chain.

But what Ji Yushan said, he could only look at the chain and sigh.

Lingjiang turned into a little yellow bird, its wings flapping the sea breeze blowing from the sea, calmly said: "Wait here, someone will come down to pick you up every afternoon."

"Oh, good." Ji Yushan saw him flying swaying in the sea breeze, as if he could be swept away by the sea breeze if he didn't pay attention, so he said, "Aren't you waiting with me?"

Ling Jiang glanced at him, as a tacit consent, leaving Ji Yushan with a chubby little butt, flapping his little wings and flying away.

It flew extremely crisply and shaky.

Looking at his gradually shrinking back, Ji Yushan thought of something, and hurriedly shouted: "Young hero——hey, the little bird—"

A group of small sparrows pecking at the ground startled up on the shore, their eyes widened and each one was smaller than the other.

Ji Yushan: "..."

He slumped his shoulders, holding the burden in frustration.

At this time, the little yellow bird that rushed into the sea flew over again, hovering in the air before Ji Yushan's eyes.

Ling Jiang looked at him expressionlessly.

Ji Yushan smiled: "I suddenly remembered, I don't know your name yet, my surname is Ji Yushan."

Lingjiang said indifferently: "Lingjiang."

Ji Yushan said: "Is there only one bird like Mr. Lingjiang in Yufeng Pavilion... a man, a bird man?"

Ling Jiang flapped his wings, silently: "Demon."

Ji Yushan smiled even more happily: "It's not much different from my guess. I believe that even if Mr. Lingjiang is a monster, he must have never done anything harmful to nature. If this is the case, I will keep the secret for you and will not tell others."

Ling Jiang is not stupid, he heard that what he meant was that if he did something outrageous, his identity would be exposed, Xiao Yuanyan swept Ji Yushan around, and he didn't take it seriously at all. He ignored it and flew into the sea of ​​clouds again.

Ji Yushan shook his head and laughed straight behind him, stuffed the book of strange affairs in Jianghu into his arms, and looked up at the towering mountains in the distance with his bundle in his arms. The smile on his face gradually faded.

This trip to Lingjiang was so confusing that it was five or six days later than the stipulated time. As soon as he flew to his aviary with fluttering wings, he heard reprimands from the aviary.

The man who was reprimanded shrunk his neck and shoulders, looking obscene, with a dirty wine bag pinned to his waist, holding a whip in his hand, lowering his head tremblingly, nodding and bowing from time to time, bowing his knees—that man was exactly where Ling Jiang was. The bird trainer in the aviary, known as Lao Laizi, is also a rascal in his work. He wags his tail in front of others and pretends to be pitiful.

There are more than 3 letter birds in the Yufeng Pavilion, good and bad, and a variety of species. There are very detailed grades and species classifications in the pavilion. Among them, the letter bird has the best character. There is a saying in ancient times that "flying to talk about the bones, talking about the gods, the eyes are brilliant, the eyes are like lightning, the wings have bone strength, and the six things are strong, it is a good product."On the contrary, the letter birds of Huangzishe are of the worst quality, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, with broken wings and claws.

There are subdivisions in the four homes, and each character home is divided into Tianyi, Tianer... Huangyi, Huanger, etc., and so on, there are ten homes.

Ling Jiang knew very well what kind of guy he was, so he ate and drank in the yellow house, living heartlessly.

As soon as the reprimanding superior left, Lao Laizi spit at his back, untied the wine bag on his waist and took a sip, cursed a few words, his eyes squinted, and saw the only one in his birdhouse A little yellow bird that can only do a little bit of work dragged back.

"Your mother, why didn't you drown, and you still know how to come back, you're free from work, you don't work." Lao Lai said, raised his whip and whipped towards Lingjiang.

Ling Jiang stood on the edge of the eaves, looked down, and saw that the whip came and did not move, and the dust-laden whip tail swept across a large area of ​​bricks and tiles. The thick whip stomped.

His bundle was not as heavy as a whip rope, yet the bird trainer couldn't pull it out with the strength he was holding on to the whip.

Lao Lai was so drunk, he thought the whip was hanging somewhere, cursed angrily, grabbed the handle of the whip and pulled it back violently.

Lingjiang suddenly flew up, and the tail of the whip suddenly lost its weight. It turned into a small snake and quickly pulled back, and it was precisely drawn to Lao Lai's face.

The old Laizi covered his face with a wow and yelled, the wine bag in his hand fell off and spilled all over the floor, Lingjiang threw the small bamboo tube on the bird trainer's face, fell on the ground and pecked a few mouthfuls. He sprinkled the dirty wine, and then flew into his bird's nest contentedly, and let the bird trainer yell and curse outside, he put his butt outside, hid his head under the wings, and fell asleep with the little alcohol.

Wanhai Peak is as high as ten thousand ren, and when the tide rises at night, you can still hear the sound of the waves churning under the cliff. In the middle of the night, Lingjiang suffered from insomnia.

Sitting in front of the cage, he tilted his head on the bamboo railing, watching the bright jade plate rising from the forest and hanging high in the blue night sky. Even in the middle of the night, flying birds can be seen gliding on the Yufeng Pavilion It flashed across the bright moon and got into the dark night.

Ling Jiang was a little drowsy at first, but suddenly heard a sharp eagle howl in the distance, his eyes became clear immediately, and he stared closely at the black shadow flying towards Yufeng Pavilion with his back to the moonlight.

The black shadow is obviously also a bird, but its two wings are two feet long, and the whole wing is spread out, covering most of the silver moon behind it. The claws under the belly are like iron hooks, and the moonlight reflects the cold The cold light of iron, it flew extremely fast, like lightning and thunder, and brought a gust of wind when it passed through the treetops.

That is a sea dongqing, the fastest and highest flying eagle in the world. It is said that only one hundred thousand eagles can produce a sea dongqing, so it is also called "the god of all eagles".

Yufeng Pavilion, and even the entire Dajing Kingdom only had this one sea dongqing. Lingjiang stared coldly at its shadow hovering in the sky above Yufeng Pavilion, howling, and then flew towards a place on the peak.

Although Lingjiang didn't know the way very well, he knew where the eagle was going——Yin Chenglan's residence.The God of Falcons is his pet.

Yin Chenglan only has this one flying swan, but it can only reach [-] birds in the pavilion.

Lingjiang's eyes reflected Haidong Qingyinyue's figure like a hook, and there seemed to be a cold light in his dark pupils. The feathers all over his body were blown up unconsciously, and his whole body exuded the coldness and chill of an enemy.

Haidongqing flashed across the night sky, leaving only the treetops swaying under the moonlight. Lingjiang watched its shadow disappear on the hill, until the wind behind it had cleared away, and then Lingjiang slowly retracted his gaze. He looked down at his claws hanging on the edge of the cage.

The iron rings on the bird's claws, which represent the identity, are stained and stained with rust, and it is dark at night, but he can still feel the rough texture of the iron rings scratching the delicate skin on the claws. Where to go, Ling Jiang shook his paws in disgust. Not only the serial number of the letter bird was engraved on it, but also the name of the bird trainer, which represented that the letter bird and the bird trainer shared weal and woe.

Lingjiang thought to himself, the word 'Lan' should be engraved on that Hai Dongqing's anklet.

He spread his little wings out of boredom, and fell back into the bird's nest made of straw, thinking, it would be great if he could also be replaced with that person's anklet.

No, there is no 'also', in fact, he wants to be Yin Chenglan's unique letter bird.

On the second day, just before dawn, the white mist on Wanhai Peak was light, and a group of birds flew out from the peak, circling around the top of the cliff, and shuttled through the white clouds and mist. In the clear blue sky, you can see a hundred birds facing the phoenix, flocking out of the fairy mountain, which is probably the case in fairyland.

Morning flight is the first thing the letter birds in the Yufeng Pavilion do after waking up every morning. First, they circle the mountain peaks, let the letter birds stretch their muscles and bones, and exercise their flying ability before landing in the house for dinner.

Ling Jiang hates morning exercises and flies in the morning. He has a big ambition out of thin air, and vows to become the unique trust bird of Lord Yin, but he is only defeated in getting up early. He often stays up at night and collapses in the morning. Every day, he has to wait until most of the birds They all started to take off, then dawdled and squinted their eyes, frowned, and led the old, weak, sick and disabled of Huang Zishe to the tail of the team, fluttering their wings again and again, flying around indiscriminately, perfunctory. matter, very carefree.

However, today he has been fishing in the troubled waters for more than half an hour, and it was time to land and eat. Only then did he realize that none of the four bird houses in Tiandi Xuanhuang and the ten small houses in each word waved a flag to signal the birds to land. .

If he stopped flying first and ran to eat, wouldn't it be a shot at the top bird, and it would be too obvious to be lazy.

Ling Jiang was hungry, so he lowered his altitude silently, intending to find a big bird to hide under its belly. On the open space of the training ground, groups of bird trainers were gathering together to discuss something. Lao Laizi, a bird trainer who doesn't hang on the wall, holds a five-color flag for bird training in one hand and a flagon in the other. If you ask me to participate in the game conference, I won’t even participate, but one day I will be driven into a hurry, and I will roast all your birds and eat them with wine.”

The faces of the people present all changed upon hearing this.

Yufeng Pavilion started from the letter bird. Every carrier pigeon, warbler, swan goose, falcon, etc., regardless of species, regardless of age, is the servant of Your Excellency Yufeng, up to the partner of the chief executive. The bird is fed and taken care of by people. People rely on birds for their livelihood. Some bird trainers will take care of the birds in the cage as their own young children, and some will treat them as old friends.

The other bird trainers feared and hated Lao Laizi, fearing that he would really catch a bird in his house one day, and hated him as a bird trainer for being so heartless.

Hearing what he said, Ling Jiang's expression didn't change a bit. His gaze caught sight of a bird with its hind wings slightly retracted and its abdomen tensed. On one side of the bird's wings, the bird was concentrating on tucking in its stomach, when Ling Jiang slapped it, its flight direction was suddenly deflected, and the feces that had just been brewing couldn't be held back, and it immediately sprayed down.

Lingjiang could almost pinch and count, and the calculation was not bad. The bird droppings went straight up and down, and just landed on the old Laizi's face, giving him a warm and fresh 'appetizer'.

The others laughed and said he deserved what he deserved.

The instigator, Niaoling Jiang, didn't even look at him. He left behind a plump yellow and orange back in the flock of thousands of birds, and continued to fly in the morning with other letter birds. 'Heroic demeanor.

I don't know if the bird trainers who are watching the birds coming out of the mountain can see it.

Taking advantage of other people's attention, Ling Jiang quietly landed on a willow tree next to the training ground, and the willow tree was so lush that it could hide him.

Looking at the circling posture of other birds from the crescent-like leaves, thinking about the bullshit meeting that Lao Laizi said just now, Ling Jiang remembered why it took so long for the morning flight today-the biennial selection meeting is about to start again up.