there is someone behind me

Zhou Ling spent two hours walking nearly half of the distance, and then got tired.So he took a detour to the plank road on the mountain wall, whistled and called for his mount.

Four years have not made Shanying forget him. The ferocious bird of prey is still the same as when it was a cub. When it is happy, the black feathers on its crown stand upright like a crown, and the mountain eagle, which has grown a lot in size, rushes to the surrounding area. When he was in front of Ling, Zhou Ling reached out and touched the feathers on the top of his head that had blown away, and he could vaguely see the silly bird appearance when he was a child from the fierce form now.

The big bird with a wingspan of nearly five meters carried a person without pressure at all. Zhou Ling jumped on the back of the mountain eagle, and the mountain eagle swooped down the mountain.

The cry of "Jie Jie" spread throughout the valley, Matsuyuko's mature old tortoise crawled out from the creek, looked up at the sky, and a majestic stag jumped out from the other side of the bushes with its head on its head. The horns on the head carried a sense of power, and the spirit tiger threw the dead rabbit in front of the little orange cat, jumped onto a rock, and looked forward to it.

Not long after, the huge mountain eagle glided to the ground, Zhou Ling jumped off its back, and the spirit tiger on the rock rushed over.

"Mother Tiger." Zhou Ling hugged Linghu's neck, rubbing the other's wet nose against his face, and the hot breath was bloody.

"Mother Tiger, what did you eat just now? You didn't brush your teeth!" Zhou Ling dodged back twice, and the furry spirit tiger still didn't let him go and chased after him.

Zhou Ling: "Forget it, you don't know how to brush your teeth either. I'm back!" After speaking, she rubbed her face against the furry neck of the other party.

"Meow!" Seeing the human Twolegs, the orange cat Xiao Huang ran over excitedly.What about cat food, where about cat food?Where is my cat food?

Zhou Lingteng went to pet the cat, but he didn't understand what Xiao Huang's eager meowing was expressing. He saw the dead rabbit under the tree, so he said, "Did the tiger mother catch you a rabbit? Go and eat it." .”

Xiao Huang: "Meow?"

Zhou Ling crawled out from under the mother tiger, turned her head and leaned close to the stag, patted the opponent's muscular muscles for a while, and touched the antlers for a while. The height of the stag plus the height of the antlers was taller than him At this moment, in order to cooperate with Zhou Ling, the stag lowered his neck and let him caress.

Zhou Ling, who was in a happy mood, unconsciously drove the aura of the entire valley, and all the animals gathered around him were so uncomfortable that they entered a state of laziness.

The old turtle crawled slowly, and when he slowly crawled to Zhou Ling, Zhou Ling had already set his sights on the dead rabbit brought back by Linghu. Fill your belly before lunch.Zhou Ling ran to the shade of the tree to pick up the dead rabbit, and a group of animals all around followed him.

Old Turtle: ...Hang Chi Hang Chi crawl slowly.

After finally waiting for him to climb closer, Zhou Ling took the rabbit to the stream again.

This rabbit was still fresh. Zhou Ling took out a knife to remove the head, skin and limbs.The stones by the stream are all ready-made, and it is very convenient to pick up some dead branches and leaves in the forest. When the spirit tiger roars, the macaque brings sweet or sour fruits.Zhou Ling wiped the rabbit inside and out with the fruit, cut off a branch and forked the rabbit, and the old turtle finally crawled to his feet.

Zhou Ling said "Hey": "Didn't you become a genius? Why are you still crawling so slowly?"

The old turtle looked up at Zhou Ling, and slowly lay down on the ground, as if to say, "Finally collapsed, this time I won't leave again."

Zhou Ling: "Hey, old turtle, you can lie on your stomach. Where are you going next time, let Mother Tiger take you."

Linghu snorted, as if dissatisfied and wanted to bring the tortoise.

When Ling Xiaozi came to the valley, he almost didn't need to look for it, and saw Zhou Ling roasting rabbits surrounded by a group of animals.

Zhou Ling's daily Taoist robe was covered with dust and grass clippings, as well as animal hair, and the tied bun was also a little messy, with a few strands of hair falling loosely.

With such a dusty appearance, the smile on his face was bright.

The roasted rabbit smelled burnt. Shanying and Linghu were not interested in the cooked food, so they just watched Zhou Ling move.The little orange cat meowed and circled around Zhou Ling's feet.

Ling Xiaozi stepped forward, deliberately stepping on footsteps for Zhou Ling to notice. "Ling'er." He called out, stepped over the old turtle, and sat next to Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling made two "hum hum" sounds in his throat, and said word by word: "You, no, Xu, Zai, Bind, me."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Ling Xiaozi's eyes, and he didn't bother with Zhou Ling about this issue anymore, although if he had to do it all over again, he would still choose to let Zhou Ling ban fish.

The rabbit is already ripe, and the outermost layer is covered with a layer of burnt black.Zhou Ling threw the roasted rabbit in front of Ling Xiaozi: "After eating this roasted rabbit, we can still get along well."

Ling Xiaozi broke off the scorched shell on the roasted rabbit for him, took the knife that Zhou Ling carried with him, cut off a rabbit leg and handed it back: "Eat it. You will never want to eat brother's food."

Zhou Ling: "Is it already this scary?" Before he went down the mountain, the dark cuisine of the master master was just ugly.

Ling Xiaozi: "..." Brother, he should have learned foreign cuisine.Curry is not something that can be made by crushing any grass leaves, nor is sashimi that can be made by anything that swims in water, and anyone whose kitchen skills can’t keep up can light it up—at least the head of this generation of Zixiao Mountain no.

Zhou Ling: "It's the drawing of talismans that has delayed a generation of kitchen gods."

"Meow!" Seeing that Twolegs was only focused on eating and chatting, and forgot about it, Xiao Huang called to remind Twolegs that it was time to feed it.

Before Zhou Ling could feed it some roasted rabbit meat, the spirit tiger rushed out. After a while, it brought back a bamboo rat and put it in front of the little orange cat.One cub (Zhou Ling) is fed well, and the other cub cannot be hungry.The idea of ​​the tiger mother is so simple and rude.

Xiao Huang: "..." Meow doesn't want to meow anymore.

"Little elder, little master." Qinghe's voice came from the woods, and then Xiaozheng ran over in surprise, holding a bunch of wild fruits in his hand: "Can I have a picnic together?"

"Of course, sit down." Zhou Ling told his disciples to sit down, and then patted the eagle's wings. Just as he was about to tell it to catch some other prey, another group of people came out of the forest.

With a pheasant in his hand, Xi Chenzi said with a smile, "Little brother, let's go together."

The private small stove turned into a group picnic, and everyone didn't leave the slightest apology for the other actions of the master. Zhou Ling couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to his uncle master.

"Don't you really need to go back and have lunch with the master uncle? It feels so pitiful that he is alone."

Liu Chenzi shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, master, the old man is very strong in heart, and will not be depressed because of a meal, but we are different, we are very fragile, and will not be able to eat for a few days because of this meal Others. Junior brother——" Liu Chenzi suddenly and deeply called out to Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling was shocked: "Huh?"

Liu Chenzi: "Just beg you as a senior brother. If the master chases you after a while, just say you want to eat barbecue."

Zhou Ling: "...Oh, no problem." Anyway, the master master may not believe the blame he has carried on his back.

Because there are more people and more prey to roast, the fire is set up a little bigger.The old turtle felt that its back shell was a bit dry, so it crawled into the stream and lay down on its stomach.Linghu and Bucks Shanying were also squeezed to the periphery.

The huge mountain eagle flapped its wings even if it felt wronged.It happened to be a fan of Yingli for the people who were baking a little hot.

Qi Chenzi was plucking the feathers of the pheasant, and Zhou Ling put away a few brightly colored tail feathers: "Give this to me, and I can make another colorful feather coat."

Shan Ying, who was flapping his wings, froze instantly when he heard the word "Yuyi", his eyes were terrified, his huge body flinched, and he looked at his feathers with sympathy.

Tong Yuzi took out a pocket and put away the other chicken feathers: "These can also be used as a feather duster."

Liu Chenzi glanced at the cloud platform, then at the wild boar on his side, and suddenly felt that the life next door was very delicate.

Rong Yuzi said: "Master, we have wild boar tusks, we can carve a few pendants and sell them."

Liu Chenzi glanced at the not-so-white boar fangs with disgust: "It's better to sell talismans."

Song Yuzi said: "No way, master, our Zixiao Mountain is not so poor that we need to sell talismans."

Listening to the conversation between the elder brother and his two apprentices, Zhou Ling blinked and asked Ling Xiaozi: "So, is life difficult for us in Zixiao Mountain?" If it is really difficult, they can go to the metaphysics world to pick up jobs .Judging from the performance of the metaphysic world, their status in Zixiao Mountain is very high, so the asking price must be high, at least one vote can earn a million and 80.

Zhou Ling, who still doesn't have a thorough understanding of the market in the metaphysics world, has a face full of him trying to think about how to make money. His little uncle, senior brother, younger brother, and nephews and grandchildren all looked at him with strange eyes. .

Xi Chenzi: "My little brother, what made you realize that Zixiao Mountain is poor."

Tong Yuzi: "Little elder, think about the clothes you usually wear, the embroidery alone is not cheap."

Zhou Ling tugged on his Taoist robe, and his oily hands instantly left two marks on the clothes: "This?" His daily Taoist robe is blue, and there is a piece of bamboo embroidered with white thread on the hem.It's no different from what everyone wears, and it doesn't look very expensive no matter how you look at it.

"Such clothes are not expensive, of course, but everyone on the mountain has them. There are several replacements for each season in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and new ones are cut every year. Aside from the clothes, the statues in the main hall and side hall of the Taichu Palace The altar table, the incense burner and the prayer flags, as well as the daily candlestick furniture, cups, bowls and saucers, which one is not good?" Tong Yuzi said with a smile.

Zhou Ling: "After thinking about it carefully, it seems to make sense." That's right, how can we maintain the main hall of Taichu Palace without money?Think about the usual food and the incense candles for the immortals... Zhou Ling rubbed his face, unconsciously turning himself into a cat face: "But where does our money come from?"

Ling Xiaozi leaned over, wiped his black and white face with his sleeve, and answered Zhou Ling's question: "Given by the state."