Grandpa is such a bird

After more than half an hour, the anklets on Lingjiang's paws were finally taken off. Yin Chenglan straightened up and found that the clothes on his back were soaked. He threw the tools aside, pressed his eyes, and said, "Press the song I just took this opportunity to check the anklets of Ge Zhongxin Bird, and if found to be unqualified, all of them will be replaced. Check and train the birders according to the character, and those who do not conform to the regulations on the anklets will be punished."

The purpose of putting ankle bands on the letter birds is to distinguish them. If the bird trainers are careless and perfunctory and cause obstacles to the flight of the letter birds, the owner will punish them severely to be worthy of the hard work of the letter birds.

Afterwards, Yin Chenglan put a new silver anklet on Lingjiang's other bird's claw.

Because the material of the new anklet is very light, you can hardly feel its existence. Only when you look down, you can see a touch of silver surrounding his bird claws. The sunlight flows on it, refracting the fine light. After watching for a long while, he finally silently retracted the claws under the abdomen.

"You don't like it?"

Yin Chenglan asked, wiping his fingers casually with a wet handkerchief, eyes half down, eyes shot from under the thick eyelashes, watching every move of the little yellow bird.

Ling Jiang shook his head reservedly, as if he didn't care at all, stopped talking about the anklets, and asked, "When will you start training?"

Yin Chenglan handed the handkerchief to Lian Kane behind him, and crossed his hands on his lap. He turned his head and looked out the window, and saw a bunch of birds passing by the mountain stream. The young birds are currently being trained by the three bird trainers in Tianzishe, you may wish to follow them for a few days, so that I can teach them in accordance with your aptitude."

Ling Jiang thought for a while, then turned her small round eyes on the man's face: "Then I won't be able to see you every day?"

Yin Chenglan: "What do you see me doing?"

Ling Jiang frowned, moved his head, and the dull hair on the top of his head fluttered and swayed along with his movements, which looked funny: "Naturally so that you can teach me according to my aptitude."

Yin Chenglan twitched his brows indistinctly, and he found that this bird with human nature was not simply human. Its head looked only as big as a walnut, but it knew a lot of things, so it was not easy to fool.

"Oh..." After thinking for a while, he said, "Anyway, the Six Falcon Long Sky Formation can't stop you. If you want, you can come to me every day and report to me the training results of the previous day."

Hearing what he said, Ling Jiang nodded in satisfaction. He got the answer he wanted and didn't wait any longer. He turned around and went to the window sill, took two steps, saw the brand new anklet on the bird's claw, and paused. , turned his head slightly to thank him, then jumped off the window sill and flew away.

After Xiao Huangmao flew away, he pressed the song and closed the sixteen open windows, leaving only half of the windows beside Yin Chenglan: "Master Nineteen plans to keep it? Do you really think of it as a treasure?"

It’s not just that you can say something, who can’t.

Yin Chenglan asked back: "Is it not a treasure?"

Lian Pressing Song frowned: "Forget it, but it can't compare with Ah Qing. There are advantages and disadvantages in this matter. It is smarter and more spiritual than other birds, but don't forget, Master Nineteen, it is dead people and animals who can keep secrets. What they both have in common is that secrets can only enter, but cannot exit, and although it can speak human words, it may also say things that should not be said.”

Yin Chenglan hummed, and stretched out his hand to press the center of his brow. The tiredness stained his eyes at some point, and his face, which was normal just now, turned pale now: "You are right, this little thing is indeed extraordinary. , You arrange more people to watch it."

His face became paler, but his eyes became deeper and darker, and the last words were almost drowned in those dark eyes: "I still can't figure out why it approached me."

Not wanting to see his deep and somewhat gloomy expression, Lian Song deliberately said: "I guess I have taken a fancy to the beauty of Nineteenth Master."

Yin Chenglan put on a shy face and deservedly accepted it.

Lian pressed the song to support the wheelchair: "Go back to the room and rest, the news about the person that Mr. Ji wanted will probably be recovered in a short time, and then we will be one step closer to the antidote."

Ling Jiang originally planned to fly back to the aviary to take a nap, but he suddenly remembered something on the way, and flew in another direction in mid-air.

He had only been to Cangyu Tower once, and logically he should have lost his way, but at this moment, he seemed to have some strength in his heart, which allowed him to find a place among the lush trees.And as for what that aura is... Lingjiang couldn't help but stretched out his claws while flying and looked again.

Ling Jiang flew into a courtyard with sycamore trees, and flew directly in through the open window.

In the room, Ji Yushan was leaning against the bed, with his hands hanging down, pinching a piece of paper in his hands, he was staring blankly in a daze, when he heard the movement, he came back to his senses, and saw that noble Lingjiang Shaoxia unexpectedly came visited him.

Folding the letter paper in his hand and pressing it under the pillow, Ji Yushan wanted to smile, but he didn't know what he was thinking just now, but he didn't laugh, the corners of his lips twitched, looking a bit forced.

"Why are you here?" He reacted slowly: "Did Pavilion Master Yin agree to you?"

Ling Jiang nodded, flew to the table in front of him, and then made a strange shape - one of his bird claws was stretched straight, the other bird claw stretched out obliquely forward, and his two small wings spread out like a bird. The posture of the roc spreading its wings, in short, the whole bird is very stretched.

Ji Yushan was absent-minded, his eyes drifted, and he didn't notice his strange appearance. He walked to the window, rubbed his fingers against the corner of the window sill, looked at the parasol trees in the yard thoughtfully, and said, "It's really great that my wish has come true."

Lingjiang then flew to the window sill again, put on that look, and said calmly: "I owe you a favor, what do you want, I will help you."

Ji Yushan pursed his lips, and said hesitantly: "My lady who has never been married has not yet disappeared. I am worried that she will suffer hardships following that thief Pei Jiangnan."

He leaned on the table and sat down: "A friend of mine said that I was stubborn and still missed her at this moment. He was very unhappy that I came to Yufeng Pavilion, but he still let me come."

Ji Yushan smiled wryly: "However, my friend is still angry. I wrote to him two days ago to report his safety, but he actually replied me with a blank sheet of paper."

Hey, this temper is comparable to that of this bird.

Thinking of the bird, Ji Yushan noticed the little yellow hair that had been sculpted on his table for a long time. He was stunned for a while, not knowing what he meant, and seeing that Lingjiang didn't intend to say anything, he guessed hesitantly: "Well ...Eh, you got a new anklet?"

Ling Jiang stretched the bird's claw with the silver anklet forward again calmly, and hummed coldly: "Give it to Yin Chenglan."

His tone was too flat and calm, if it wasn't for Ji Yushan's cleverness, he would hardly have noticed that he was showing off to himself.

Ji Yushan felt complicated for a while, even a bird lived more comfortably than himself.

Lingjiang Chou finished showing off, retracted his claws, carefully hid them under his belly, and said, "I owe you something, I can help you when you find the person you are looking for."

Ji Yushan wondered, "Help me for what?"

Ling Jiang glanced over his head sympathetically, as if he had seen a piece of green grass: "Cold Pei Jiangnan."

Ji Yushan was taken aback, blinked his eyes, sat up straight for a while, shook his head and sighed, and said with a wry smile: "The hatred of taking his wife is irreconcilable. I wished to kill him before, but my friend was right. I haven't married Ying'er yet, so I'm not considered a husband and wife. Ying'er has love in her heart, and I can't force her. But Pei Jiangnan is now wanted by the Jianghu people, and it's too dangerous for Ying'er to follow him, so I asked Pavilion Master Yin for help in finding her. Pei Jiangnan's whereabouts."

At the end, Ji Yushan propped his elbows on the table, rested his chin with his palms, lowered his eyelids, and said listlessly: "But you said that my friend can't understand me."

Oh, that's why he was so frustrated. It wasn't that the wife he ran away with was not found, but that his friend was angry.

Lingjiang's mind turned quickly, and he quickly grasped something from his few words, and then looked at the top of Ji Yushan's head, feeling that the color of the green grassland was much darker. For the sake of helping himself to meet Yin Chenglan, Yushan gave Yin Chenglan all his patience, about as little as his fingernails, to Ji Yushan, and said calmly: "Why don't you go to the book and explain it again."

Ji Yushan's eyes lit up, and he put down his hands: "I think so too." Immediately got up to find paper and ink, sat down at the table: "Shaoxia Lingjiang, thank you for helping me."

Ling Jiang felt that the nonsense he said just now didn't seem to be so wasteful, and he returned the polite salute anyway, showing off anyway, and patted his buttocks and flew back to the bird's nest.

The next day, Ling Jiang was waiting for Yin Chenglan in the study of the master of Tinghai Pavilion. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and saw that he pressed the song repeatedly and then turned back.

I've checked my eyes, it's someone I don't want to talk to.

Lian Presse walked in with a bamboo cage, swaggered in, opened the cage door and placed it in front of him: "Go in by yourself or should I help you? As a bird, you have to be conscious of a bird."

Ling Jiang stared at the cage door, Xiaoyuan's eyes were full of vigilance: "Where is he?"

Lian Presse raised his eyebrows, let out a hey, propped his hands on the edge of the table, and brought his handsome face close to him, "The master of the pavilion has a lot of things to do every day, he's busy, come in quickly, I'll take you to the training ground."

Yesterday it was agreed that he would train with the young bird, Ling Jiang looked behind Lian Songge and confirmed that Yin Chenglan would not appear again, so he got into the birdcage covered in frost, and squatted on the crossbar in the cage to cool down. face.

Lian Pressing the song picked up the cage, raised the little warbler inside, and looked at it with a smile: "Whether you can talk or not, you will go into the cage, little yellow hair, I advise you not to spread the fact that you can talk." Get out, otherwise if you are used by people with ulterior motives, you will not be able to live as comfortably as you are now."

Lingjiang's dark eyes swept across his face, and he said coldly, "Just go if you want to, don't talk so much nonsense."

Even when he was choked by the song, he didn't bother to open his mouth as many people in the Yufeng Pavilion were waiting for him to teach and lecture him. How could he think that he would be worse than farting in front of this thing? Erjing, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are really not a joke."

Lingjiang said indifferently: "You are such a joke."

"..."

The three bird trainers who trained the young birds were personally selected by Yin Chenglan, one of whom Ling Jiang met was the bird trainer named Aqi when he was eavesdropping on others under the tree that day.

"Boss, is this the newly selected baby bird?" one person asked.

When he saw his subordinates, Lian Pressing the Song transformed himself into the chief manager of Yufeng Pavilion in Linfeng, Yushu. He was holding a big birdcage in his hand. Inside the birdcage was a little yellow fur from head to claw.

Lian Presse nodded reservedly, and handed them the birdcage.

Three bird trainers surrounded Lingjiang, and the man said, "What kind of breed is this? It looks strange."

Lian Press said: "Look carefully, I can't confirm the breed of this one."

Aqi stood upright at the side, and after hearing this, he took a closer look at the bird in the cage.

The whole body of this bird is downy yellow, its beak and claws are also faintly milky yellow, and the feather crown that grows from its head is even more yellow. Except for a pair of small round eyes that are clear and dark, there is no variegated color on its whole body. Not even a little feature.

Although people classify many types of birds, they are all based on the unique characteristics of a type of bird. Ling Jiangjue looks like a genus of warblers, but the yellow warbler has black tail wings, he does not, and sparrows have spots. He doesn't have complicated patterns either.

The world is so big, any bird has its own characteristics, the thrush has white narrow eyebrow lines, the magpie's wings have white spots, it is a cuckoo, and you can recognize it when you hear it called cuckoo twice, but Lingjiang has nothing to do except from scratch. Apart from the yellowing of the claws, it has no distinctive features, and he doesn't even like birdsong.

If you have to say that Lingjiang looks like something, then he really looks like a little chick who can fly and eats a round melon.Thinking of this, Lian Press Song couldn't help but wonder, could this thing really be a chicken?

The little yellow bird squatted on the crossbar and turned a deaf ear to their guesses, squinted slightly, and was wandering in the sky, the old god was there.

Double click the song and wave: "Aqi, I'll leave it to you to take it first."

The young man didn't expect him to know his name, so he caught the birdcage with a look of green panic on his face that was pretending to be calm.

Lian Presse nodded at the boy, lowered his eyes to the little yellow bird, stretched out two fingers, pointed to his own eyes, then pointed to Lingjiang, indicating that he would stare at him.

Ling Jiang in the cage turned around indifferently, and gave him a round buttocks back.