[鷇梦] Once upon a time there was a mountain

Chapter three

If you say it is a natural moat, it does not count, and if you say it is a low hill, it obviously does not.

In short, a few days later, one person and one bird are resting in the pavilion on the hillside of Luofu Mountain, looking up.

Wu Mengsheng confirmed the location, put away the road map in his hand, and glanced at the mountain that was still towering from the mountainside, and was immediately shocked——

The shocked Wu Mengsheng turned around and walked down the mountain without saying a word.

Fat Jiu was in his palm, staring at him with round mung bean eyes, tilting his head.

"Chirp?"

"You're home, I can go."

"Chirp?"

"This place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, but—"

It doesn't look like there will be a place for a hotel.

And not having a hotel means to Wu Mengsheng——

There is no place to eat, no place to sleep, and no place to play the piano.For the experienced homeless dreamer, this is no different from hell.

Can't stand it!

Wu Mengsheng looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, even a bird of yours doesn't understand, we will meet again." Wu Mengsheng was about to let him go, and suddenly added, "By the way, don't run around at night. You lose hair during the day and gold powder at night. If you are caught If the gangsters catch him, he probably won't have any good luck."

After Wu Mengsheng finished speaking, he stretched out his fingers and rubbed the white and fluffy hair on the top of Feijiu's head, and then he remembered the appearance of this ball-like body shining brightly at night, and every time he flapped his wings, he would drop a lot of gold powder, which is very fairy-like .

Then the next morning, this pile of gold powder would turn into a mess of bird feathers. Those who knew it was the bird shed it by itself at night, but those who didn’t know thought that Wumeng gave birth to a cat and caught the bird in the middle of the night to beat teeth for sacrifice.

However, this plump ball really makes it difficult to separate the word delicious from it. I think I have seen it a few more times when I was hungry.But after being together for several days, the bird's stumbling and stupid appearance also made Wumeng Shengpin a bit interesting, and at this moment, he was actually reluctant to part with him.

But after all, humans and birds go different ways, Wu Mengsheng felt that he would not always have time to take care of him, so he simply stretched out his hand and lifted the bird to fly.

After all, Yuemo returned to his homeland, Feijiu, who would occasionally look for security in Wumengsheng's clothes on weekdays, flapped his short wings and flew away at this moment without looking back.

Wumengsheng felt a little lost, thinking that animals are animals after all, so he calmed down and continued on his way with Quanyin Feiyuqin on his back.

It’s just that for some reason, this mountain road is awkward no matter how you go, the mountain road is intricate, and the way when you come here can’t be found for some reason, and it goes around in circles, and finally returns to the gazebo where it was separated from the fat bird.

Wu Mengsheng sat down and looked behind blankly.

Seeing that it was getting dark, the fear of not being able to go out filled his heart. Although he didn't want to admit it, this phenomenon was similar to the horror story that the Lord of Heaven told him before——

The so-called ghost hits the wall.

What was strange was not only the mountain road, but even the aura that had been following him since he left home disappeared after he went up the mountain, like a ghost suddenly evaporated from the world.

Unable to shudder, Wu Mengsheng leaned against the angled gazebo, feeling inexplicably worried about that mysterious stalker.He held Quanyin Feiyuqin in his arms, and for the first time in his life, he missed his room in the mansion so much.

But Wu Mengsheng changed his mind and thought again, anyway, if he can't get out today, then let fate.

So Wu Mengsheng, who was relieved, took off the piano case, and just about to play the first note, he was suddenly held down by someone.

The hand that was holding him had distinct joints and was vigorous and powerful, but Wu Mengsheng felt a sense of horror at this moment, always thinking that it was some kind of tree that had grown into a spirit, stretching out its strong roots to meddle in other people's business.

Frightened in his heart, Wu Mengsheng resisted not looking up, although his body was trembling slightly, he didn't cry out, and resisted calmly, "Is it a human or a ghost?"

The corner of the visitor's mouth twitched, and he paused, "Neither of them."

This deep and serious voice sounded quite familiar.

Wumengsheng raised his head following the sound, excited for a while, "Taoist?"

The Taoist priest frowned, and the eyebrows that were already deep looked even deeper, showing a hint of displeasure.

"I don't practice Taoism."

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

"Xiao Yinzi."

After half an hour.

In the small building on the top of the cracked peak, the candlelight was flickering, and Yinzi was holding a piece of paper, watching intently.

Wu Mengsheng, who had had dinner, took a sip of tea and peeked at Yinzi.

He always felt that some movements of Yinzi were inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't tell where they were.

"Where did this letter come from?"

As he spoke, Yinzi squeezed the letter paper exuding the faint fragrance of lotus into a paper ball with one hand.

Wu Mengsheng frowned, no matter what, it was a letter he brought over, and he felt a little uncomfortable being treated like a piece of paper by Yinzi.

"My brother said that it was a gift from a fortune teller, and he asked me to hand it over to No.1 I saw on Luofu Mountain."

"Ah."

Yinzi hummed as a response, and then threw the paper ball, and the paper ball silently burned in mid-air, and when it fell to the ground, it had already turned into a pile of fine ash, and the wind blew, destroying the corpse and obliterating all traces.

Wu Mengsheng was even more upset.

Where is anyone who burns a letter in front of the sender?So defiant!

Unhappy Wu Mengsheng stood up and bowed politely, "I'm a little tired from traveling for many days. If I have nothing else to do, I'll go to rest first. I'll go down the mountain and return home tomorrow. Don't bother me, please."

Without waiting for Yinzi's reply, Wu Mengsheng turned around and left.

Yinzi's voice sounded coldly behind him, "The person who introduced you here wants you to practice here."

"Ok?"

"To the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"what?"

"Start tomorrow."

"Wait--"

"Tomorrow morning, remember to clean the yard."

"what?"

"Questions?"

Wu Mengsheng glanced at Yinzi's dark clouded face, and thought about the words, "Whose mean?"

The corners of Yinzi's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

"Brother Ling."