My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

After not coming back for three years, Grandpa Hua's house has an extra big black dog with no stray hairs all over his body. If it wasn't for the reflection in his eyes, Yunhong almost didn't see it.

He has a natural preference for hairy animals, and when he saw this big smooth dog, he felt itchy.

"This is a retired police dog. It took me a lot of effort to get it back," Hua Yang said proudly, "Heizi, sit down."

The big black dog Ma Liuer squatted, quietly waiting for the next command.

Tekut is calm.

Yunhong couldn't help being awed, he was still a "civil servant" in love.

Hua Yang pointed at Yun Hong, "This is my younger brother, from my own family."

Heizi twitched his nose and let out a loud "Wow".

Yunhong's heart softened completely:

What a furry!

Seeing him ready to move, Hua Yang hurriedly reminded him, "Heizi must be born, be careful..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, it was as if his own dog took the initiative to lean over and rubbed against Yunhong's palm.

Huayang: "..."

The innocent dog looked over:

You say this is your family.

Yunhong laughed, stretched out his hand and scratched the big black dog's hot and furry chin.

Animals are far more sensitive than humans, and they possess aura, and most animals with higher IQ will instinctively get close.

Heizi's tail slapped on the ground like a tiger.

Seeing that Yunhong didn't change places for a long time, it blinked, and even took the initiative to stuff the dog's head into his arms, looking as if it had been masturbated.

The size and strength of an adult police dog should not be underestimated. Yunhong was forced to take a step back, and "reluctantly" began to pet the dog.

Ah, this soft fur, this delicate touch, this lovely temperature...

In order to keep out the cold, the furry in winter will have the most abundant and lush hair in a year, and it will form a nest when pressed down.

What could be a better experience than stroking fur in the cold winter?

No la.

He simply stretched out both hands, hugged the hot dog's head, from the tip of the ears to the chin shell, and then to the neck, the whole upper body was overwhelmed.

Gouzi was so excited that he rolled his eyes, his whole body felt lighter, and the humming and chirping were very helpful.

A few minutes later, Yunhong let out a long breath and withdrew his hand contentedly.

Just now, a crazy thought suddenly popped up in his mind:

I don't know how the white beast flying over the Ziyun Cave felt when it was rolled up?

Hungry. Hungry.

That's it?

Heizi maintained the posture of probing his brain, and after waiting for a long time, there was nothing to say, so he simply lay down, showing his soft and undefended abdomen on his side, and pulled Yunhong's trouser legs with the meat ball at the bottom of his big paw, moaning and begging to masturbate.

Huayang: "..."

Is this the fucking retired military dog ​​that I managed to get?

What about your manners?

What about the will of your soldiers?

Grandma Hua smiled like an old chrysanthemum, "Oh, Xiao Hong has been likable since he was a child."

Huayang: "..."

The one lying on the ground is not a human being!

Meat is eaten in winter, and the orange-red tongue of fire in the stove happily licks the bottom of the pot, and the big iron pot is bubbling and bubbling, making the wooden cauldron's lid bump up and down.

Four people and one dog chatted around the heated kang, Heizi's dog head glanced at this and that, and rubbed towards Yunhong in small, very subtle steps.

Moving a few centimeters away, Heizi immediately stopped, wagging his tail as if nothing had happened, and looked at everyone.

Well, no one found out.

Move forward.

The breath on that human is so comfortable!

Dogs love it!

Touch, pet the dog!

A few minutes later, Yunhong suddenly felt a weight on his left foot, lowered his head, and met the dog's head.

Heizi tilted his head, raised his thick front legs on the ground, shasha.

It looked away guiltily, oh, why did I get here?

Yunhong laughed out loud, stroking its smooth back up and down.

This dog is well-raised, the coat color is smooth and smooth, and the hidden muscle layer under the fur is thick and powerful...it's very cool!

Knowing that Huayang was coming back, Grandma Hua had already cooked a lot of dishes, but now that there was a young man, she thought about adding more dishes.

There was no time for anything else, but there was tender cabbage in the yard, so I went to pull one out.

Pat the frost and snow, break off the old leaves of the outer layer, rinse with mountain spring water, cut and prepare vegetables on the spot.

Use the fat and tender pork belly to sauté until fragrant, stir-fry the edges until it is browned and fragrant, add cabbage tofu vermicelli, and simmer in a pot.

Oily and hot, fresh and hot, Yunhong soup and water, which I haven't eaten in my hometown for many years, I took a big bowl in one go.

There is also the domestic chicken stewed with chestnuts that was just harvested this year. The meat of the big chestnuts is soft, glutinous and sweet, and the big pieces of chicken are stewed so tender that the bones can be pulled out with a sip of the tongue...

Grandpa Hua also made some home-brewed wild wine, and drank two cups with the two young men.

I thought that wine was like sugar water, but I didn't expect that the homemade wine was quite strong.

Yunhong, who had never had a drink before, felt hot all over after two cups, and fell asleep until dawn.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by the rhythmic sound of chopping wood.

The kang head was burning hot, and a large kettle was sitting on the stove in the living room outside, steaming hotly.

Yunhong mixed hot water to wash his face, and went out with hair all over his head to see that Huayang was chopping firewood, doing it in full swing, and his short hair was like the kettle he saw just now, steaming hot.

Seeing that he was awake, Hua Yang poked the ax into the ground, raised his arm and wiped his sweat.

"Grandpa has already gone to burn the kang for your house. The furniture is covered with oilcloth, but it is still clean, but it is a little damp. But the sun is good today. After burning for a day, and then drying it in the sun, you can almost sleep at night.

It's just that the quilts are not good enough, grandma just took a few beds from home, and they are also newly made..."

Yunhong looked in the direction of his finger, and saw three thick quilts on the shelf on the east side of the courtyard.

The bright sunlight fell straight down, making the white quilt even dazzling.

Yunhong went over to touch it, and it was very soft and warm, even a little hot.

Winter in the north is like this, as long as it is not cloudy, the sun is particularly full.

The grass and trees have withered long ago, leaving only a little dry yellow grass roots on the ground, swaying with the cold wind from time to time.

In the shady corner of the wall, there are still piles of unmelted snow, but the sunny side is very bright.

Yunhong basked in the sun for a while, his whole body was warm, and he felt drowsy.

Heizi Dian'er ran over, sat down obediently in front of him, and then gently arched his legs.

Yunhong laughed, rubbed it vigorously a few times, then picked up a small wooden stick from the ground and threw it out.

Heizi shot out like an arrow, and ran back shortly after, holding a stick in his mouth, Shashasha, his tail swung like a propeller.

You throw it, I pick it up!

Dog's happiness is so simple!

Seeing this, Huayang smiled and said, "Someone has played with it. Can you live alone? If not, you can live here. Grandpa and grandma also have companions."

Yunhong's grandparents contracted orchards in the early years. At that time, most of the hills belonged to their family, and there was no second family on the back hill.

Today, although no one is contracting, there are fewer people in the village, and no one builds a house on the mountain.

And probably because the ecology here is so good. I heard that there were wild beasts infesting a few years ago, so a student like Yunhong who has no strength to restrain a chicken is really a little worried.

As everyone knows, what Yunhong wants is nobody.

"I'll stay and have a look first, and come back if I can't do it."

Seeing that he knew what he knew, Hua Yang didn't persuade him any more.

Living in someone else's house is not as comfortable as your own after all.

After lunch, Yunhong went back to his old house on the mountain.

The old house is a typical farmhouse structure, because the place on the mountain is large, the whole is very spacious.

The main rooms facing south and north are tall and spacious, and there are two rows of side rooms from east to west, which can be used for receiving guests and storing sundries.

In the past, six or seven people lived comfortably, but now Yunhong is the only one. It may take more than half a month to change houses every day.

In the early years, there was no running water on the mountain, and the villagers all drank spring water.

In order to take care of the nearby fruit trees, Grandpa Yun asked someone to dig a well in the yard, and installed a push-type water pump on it.

Yunhong cleaned up the dead branches and fallen leaves in the mouth of the pressurized well, went to the back room to get some tap water and poured it, and pressed the long curved handle.

"Squeak~squeak~"

After about a dozen presses, his hands gradually became tense, and he knew that the groundwater had been drawn up.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the mouth of the well, which had been dry for many years, made a few coughing noises, and then, a clear stream of water gushed out, splashing crystal clear water in the sun.

On the contrary, the groundwater in winter is warm. Yunhong pressed it a few more times, and took a handful with his hands.

It is warm and moist in the hands, like warm jade in the bosom.

He took a sip, not icy at all, but with a long-lost sweetness.

Much better than any famous brand mineral water.

Grandpa Hua had burned the kang head all morning, and the doors and windows were opened for ventilation, so it was basically not so stuffy inside.

Yunhong went to the storage room to find a bucket to clean, took a bucket of clean water, and went to wipe the tables, chairs and benches.

They are all made of solid wood, and the quality is much better than the furniture on the market today.

In the middle, Huayang came over to bring him firewood and ingredients. When he saw a few trees in the yard, he couldn't help feeling:

"Your grandparents are really good at planting fruit trees. Look at the number of fruit trees all over the mountains and plains. These few grow the best. They are tall, straight and thick. The pomegranates and persimmons that grow every year are much older, and the birds fly here to eat them. .”

But it's strange to say that when the two old people were alive, these fruit trees were not so conspicuous...

Heizi who followed also had two bundles of firewood hanging on his back, so he was very capable.

Yunhong just laughed, "This is also strong labor."

Hua Yang followed Le, "Police dogs are just like people. Sudden unemployment will cause a psychological gap. If it is more serious, it may be depression. They must be made to feel needed."

As soon as Yunhong thought about it, he patted the dog's head vigorously, "That's great!"

Heizi let out a resounding "Wow" with a humanized complacency on his face.

Dogs can do it!

People of the older generation like to plant some fruit trees with auspicious meanings in the yard, such as "persimmons and persimmons are wishful", "durines give birth to a hundred seeds", and "pingping is safe and smooth".

In the yard of Yun's house, there are also two big persimmon trees, an apple tree, and two pomegranate trees, and grape vines are climbing in the corners.

It's just that now it's covered in silver, the leaves have fallen, and it's a little depressed.

But just as Hua Yang said, just looking at the thick and tall tree trunks and the branches extending several meters left and right, it is not difficult to imagine their luxuriance in summer and autumn.

Hua Yang touched the cracked old bark and was full of praise.

Yunhong smiled, but didn't speak.

In fact, these few trees, which are obviously taller than the orchard in the back mountain, can be regarded as accidental hits.

When he went home to attend the funeral, he was touched by the scene when he stroked these fruit trees. He recalled the scene when his two elders hung a swing for him between two big persimmon trees when he was a child, and unconsciously injected some spiritual energy.

As a result, a few trees sprouted a lot of buds overnight...

Huayang had to go to work in the afternoon, so he left in a hurry after delivering firewood.

Heizi was a little bit reluctant, he circled around Yunhong several times, rubbed his legs vigorously, and then chased after his master in a hurry.

After seeing them off, Yunhong tried to put his hands on the bark, closed his eyes, and felt with his heart.

His spirit seemed to be transformed into countless transparent tentacles/hands, which quietly penetrated into the bark of the tree and spread along the roots and branches.

The slender outline gradually lit up in the supposedly dark field of vision, like an invisible painter filling in the details bit by bit, and finally turned into a big tree.

Every spiritual branch is his incarnation, clearly standing in the same place, but it seems to be a big tree rooted in the mountains, can feel the wet and cold soil, and see countless fine and dense roots winding;

It seems to have turned into a branch striving upward, swaying with the howling mountain wind, fluttering like a celestial being, looking down on all living beings.

Different from the narrow field of vision of human beings, at this time, he can receive information from all directions without blind spots from up, down, left, and right, just like a round sensory ball.

Suddenly, Yunhong felt another emotion, and a long-lost intimacy emerged spontaneously.

Ok?

Is it this persimmon tree?

Very pure emotion, like a child's admiration, pure joy.

Could it be... as in the legend, because of the continuous input of spiritual energy, the spiritual intelligence was activated?

As if in response to him, the dry branches of the persimmon tree rattled together.

It really is!

Yunhong was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but diverge in thinking:

If you keep nourishing it with spiritual power, will you raise the legendary little tree man?

Interesting, so interesting!

Yunhong is like a child who gets a novelty toy and can't wait to move on to the next step.

He tried to push his mental power outward, trying to see where his limit was.

100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters...

He seemed to fly into the sky, and for the first time saw the old house of his childhood from a bird's-eye view, saw the mountains in the distance, and discovered countless things that the naked eye and normal human beings should not see and hear:

There are a few cauliflower snakes hibernating in caves in the back mountain, a few small animals looking for food, earthworms struggling to dig into the soil, the slight creaking sound of roots piercing the ground, and every angle of the trees swaying when the wind blows through the woods... …

Everything seemed to be slowed down, as if a track was running through his mind.

Within this scope, he is the only omniscient and omnipotent, and all living beings in all directions in the sky and the earth can sense it.

This feeling that everything is under control is really depressing. When he couldn't hold it anymore and retreated with his brain throbbing with pain, he was shocked to find that the sun had already reached the center.

Yunhong's face turned pale, he pinched his temples and looked at his phone, only to find that it was nearly 12 o'clock!

I thought it was just a moment, a few minutes at most, but I didn't expect it to be two hours?

A sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: "Practice without the sun and the moon".