There's something wrong with this guy

Chapter 7 Going to the Mountain to Learn the Arts
"Evil demons have appeared, and this old lady still refuses to move back to the village. She's so confused that she can't figure out what to do. Be careful yourself. If you want to go down the mountain, send a letter in advance, and I'll have someone pick you up."

Xi Gao Lanxu was angry at Mrs. Ooyan. She had a bit of respect for mentioning Mrs. Ooyan yesterday, but today she is full of resentment.

Xi Huanyan wisely didn't participate in the quarrel among the elders, and only agreed.

Xi Gaolan once again recounted the past of how Mrs. Ooyan treated her father, so she was about to say that her mother was looking for guilt for her.

The mountain road was rough and boring. Xi Huanyan took the words of the elder as a relief. The elder stopped talking until halfway up the mountain. After a while, the grass and trees became sparse. Cave in the wall.

Sitting in the shadow of the cave entrance was a scrawny old man, whose profile only gave people a mean and gloomy feeling.

Xi Gaolan didn't come close, and shouted from a distance of ten or two meters, "Aunt Ooyan, I brought you here."

She didn't get a response, she touched her face embarrassedly, told Xi Huanyan a few words, and hurried down the mountain.

Xi Huanyan was also a little embarrassed, but she still strode to the edge of the cave, bent down and bowed, "Junior Xi Huanyan has seen my wife."

Immediately afterwards, she felt a scrutinizing gaze, sharp, complex, and heavy, and it was overwhelming.

But Xi Huanyan alone didn't feel any malice, and most of her heart immediately let go. As long as there is no danger, bad attitude or something, it is not a problem.

The gaze was quickly withdrawn, and the old lady didn't say anything, just carve the objects in her hands.

It was an oval wooden egg with only two notches on it, but Xi Huanyan seemed to have seen an eagle that was about to fly!
She was caught in an instant, and the feeling was so magical and indescribable.She felt like she could do nothing and watch the old lady carve for a day!
Xi Huanyan really dragged her cheeks to watch the old lady sculpting for a day. When it was getting dark, the old lady packed up her things and went into the cave without looking back.

The cave was very narrow and dark, and she was nowhere to be seen when she turned a corner.

Xi Huanyan felt that she didn't get the approval of the host, so she didn't want to follow up rashly, so she took out the candlestick from her bag, lit a fire, and began to cut the cube wood strips she brought, planning to grind out an ellipse first, and then learn from the old style. Sculpture by Mrs.

She had a wonderful dream that night. A mighty eagle flew over her head, and the winged wind carried her hair, making it shady for a while.

As a result, when she opened her eyes, she saw the old lady staring at her sullenly, so frightened that she fell off the small bench.

The old lady's throat made two gritty words, "Haha."

Following her gaze, Xi Huanyan saw the ugly eagle in her hand, and said aggrieved, "My father never taught me crafts, and neither do you. It's pretty good if I can figure out the shape myself. ."

The old lady's eyes dimmed, looked at her with a thoughtful look, and turned back to the cave.

Xi Huanyan put away her works, took out a cake and ate it, suddenly regretting that she had lent the black dog to her mother to catch the monster, otherwise it would still be able to help her catch a pheasant.

Halfway through the meal, the old lady came out again and dropped something on the ground in front of her. She caught a glimpse of something with pictures and words on the pages of the book. She was so excited that she handed out the cake in her hand, "Do you want to eat my wife? "

The old lady gave her a sideways glance, put her hands behind her back, and entered the cave without looking back.

Xi Huanyan held the cake in her mouth, wiped her hands, picked up the book, and read it carefully. This book recorded the origin, use, and identification methods of various trees. There are more than 1 kinds of catalogues, some of which are marked Come out, look at the notes on the back, they all grow near the village.

She endured the eagerness to try, turned back to the first page, and memorized it carefully. When she was thirsty and hungry, she would pick some wild fruits and drink some mountain spring water.

On the seventh day, she breathed a sigh of relief, raised the corners of her mouth, and recited more than 20 words to the cave, and finally shouted, "Grandmother, I'll go to the field to investigate, don't worry about me!"

Xi Huanyan couldn't wait to drill into the woods.

Even though her father never taught her, she has been familiar with a lot of knowledge related to wood and ores through hearing and seeing for a long time, but after all, this is the first time she has come into contact with such a systematic introduction, and she can't wait to touch every kind of grass. Once again, get to know each other well.

Suddenly the wind ripped through the leaves and hit her on the head.

She paused, looked back in the direction of the cave, and looked at the ground again. It was a polished log with the thickness of chopsticks. She picked it up and identified it for a while. It should be made of red cedar wood.

Is this asking her to find this material?

Xi Huanyan knows where the red cedar tree grows, and when she is looking for the red cedar tree, she can record the tree species she encounters on the way, but now she has to find some hot dishes to eat.

Lingling Mountain is actually behind her house. In the past, she used to dig wild vegetables to pick up fungi near the foot of the mountain, and occasionally set up traps. If she was lucky, she could catch a hare and a pheasant.

These days it has been raining heavily and the temperature is high. She walked a few steps and saw clumps of pine milk mushrooms growing under a few pine trees. She was not greedy. At the foot of the familiar mountain, I walked towards the places where there are many mushrooms and wild vegetables in my memory.

Suddenly there was laughter in the forest, and across some trees, she saw a few older children and children digging wild vegetables on the ground. There was smoke not far away, which was a post set up by the patrol team.

She glanced at it, and when she saw that there was no mother's figure, she went in the other direction, not fighting with them for a piece of wild vegetables on the ground.

After picking up a basket of mushrooms one after another, Xi Huanyan came to a small stream, pinched a pebble and stood there, quietly observing the swimming fish in the clear water.

After a while, there were cluttered footsteps behind her. She thought it was someone from the same village that she had just met who came to dig wild vegetables, and didn't look back.

Suddenly several stones fell on her body, and one of the sharp stones hit her shoulder blade. The pain was excruciatingly painful. She was so angry that she turned around and asked, "What are you doing!"

There are not many children in the village, even if she doesn't play with them often, she is not unfamiliar. One of the girls with braids is from the house next door to her.

She was thrown a stone for no reason, but these stone throwers seemed to be frightened, huddled together, took a few steps back, and then dispersed.

Although Xi Huanyan was a cute and innocent baby in front of her mother, she actually had a bad temper, so how could she tolerate such anger.

She leaned over and grabbed a handful of finely broken stones, raised her hand, and the stones seemed to have grown eyes, smashing through the air and knocking seven or eight children to the ground, screaming in pain.

"what are you doing!"

The young man who trotted over gave a loud shout and helped up a few children. The children knew him. He was the grandson of the patriarch and an apprentice of Xi Canggu, and quickly dispersed with a guilty conscience.

(End of this chapter)