Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 120 Smell the Mink

Zhao Lin has considered the ability of smell more than once since the day he got the spirit beast map.

In the beginning, survival was difficult, and the sense of smell did not help much to improve the situation at home.At that time, it was severe winter, and the vegetation was withered, so it was impossible to find herbs by smell.

After absorbing the spirits of the old scalper and Xiong Wei, the conditions gradually improved, and the sense of smell became even more insignificant in his heart, so he gradually stopped thinking about it.

But now his mind has changed.

Smell is the best tracking ability.

Police dogs trained in previous lives can smell the scent left by the suspect several hours ago, but the sense of smell of the leopard is even more acute!
After absorbing its spirit, it is not difficult to catch the Diamond Mountain Leopard.

Zhao Lin thinks it is worthwhile to do so, even if a grid of the spirit beast map is wasted.

In the mink house next to the horse farm, a thin, dark-faced old man who looked like a farmer was mixing wild vegetables and rice bran with a pile of fish and shrimp, pouring them into a large wooden bucket, and stirring vigorously with a stick.

There were several iron cages on the ground beside the old man, and in the cages were more than a dozen slender, silver-gray minks.

These ferrets are very active and hop around in their cages.

"Aren't they all smelling sables?"

Zhao Lin looked at Mink, who was jumping around in the cage, anxiously asking for food and asked.

Suddenly there were more people in the room, the old man was startled, he looked up and saw a young man, he was relieved, but found that Zhao Lin was covered in blood, he let go of his heart again.

"Don't panic, old man, the blood is from the beard."

Seeing that the old man was trembling with fright, Zhao Lin explained with a smile, "I asked you, are you keeping a scented mink in the cage?"

"My lord, it's the mink smelling." The old man replied respectfully.

"Choose one for me." Zhao Lin squatted down beside the cage.

"I don't know what your lord wants?" the old man asked.

"The nose is easy to use, preferably a male one." Zhao Lin thought for a while.

The old man didn't dare to disobey, he opened the cage and caught a fat mink with shiny hair.

Zhao Lin glanced at it and asked, "This one is the best?"

The old man nodded and replied: "The old man is with these minks every day, and he knows it well."

"Well, kill it."

Hearing Zhao Lin's words, the old man shook his hand and almost threw the mink away.

Zhao Lin knew that the old man thought he was a pervert, so he explained: "Don't think too much, I want this sable hair."

The old man swallowed, apparently not believing Zhao Lin's words, but he was used to being bullied by the bandits in the cottage, so he dared not refuse, so he beat the mink to death with a wooden stick in tears.

"Thank you, please wait outside, old man, I will tell you to come in again."

Zhao Lin didn't want someone to be by his side when he was absorbing the spirit, telling the old man to go out.

After the old man left, the spirits of Smelling Mink had gathered in the air.

"I don't know what the experience will be this time."

Zhao Lin's nose fluttered and he inhaled the silver light.

As he expected, the silver light entered the body and immediately gathered at the nose and mouth, starting a drastic transformation, or evolution.

A pungent air rushed straight from the nasal cavity to the Tianling Gai.

"That's enough!"

Zhao Lin felt as if he had eaten a big mouthful of mustard, choking his nose to burn, tears poured out instantly, and his spirit almost flew out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, all kinds of smells that I have smelled, never smelled, or even thought about, explode in my nose.

Fruity, milky, meaty, incense, sour, burnt, rancid, spicy, pissy, acetic, fruity... Each flavor has dozens of hundreds of flavors, and they are extremely rich.

Smells that used to be considered similar or even identical, now feel vastly different.

This time the absorption of the spirit didn't last long, only half a moment later, the spirit beast picture flashed, and a scented mink appeared in the fifth grid.

Zhao Lin took a deep breath...

Then almost spit it out.

The mink shed smells of food, urine and feces.

Zhao Lin had a bad nose before, and just thought it was a bit unpleasant. Now that he has a keen sense of smell, these smells are magnified ten times and a hundred times at once, and he feels his stomach churns, and he almost wants to vomit.

Suppressing the nausea, he covered his mouth and nose, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the two wooden barrels used to feed the ferrets filled with food of different colors, one barrel was light red, the other barrel was light gray.

I couldn't help feeling suspicious in my heart, and called the old man in for questioning.

"Why are there two colors of food? Is it because the breed of mink is different, or is there another reason?"

"My lord, the color of the food is different because of the different spices added."

The old man took out two paper bags from his pocket, opened them to Zhao Lin, and sure enough, one was red and the other was black.

"What's the difference?"

Zhao Lin felt that the matter was not simple, so he leaned closer, slapped his nose twice with his hand, and immediately distinguished the difference in the taste of the two medicine powders.

While both have a musky scent, the red powder smells of greasy pine and the black powder is slightly sweet.

The old man looked at Zhao Lin's actions curiously. Hearing his question, he was taken aback for a moment before he said: "The leaders take the red pills regularly. If they are too far away from each other and need to communicate with each other, they can use Wen Xiang, who grew up eating red food. Mink to find."

"Although these minks are smart, they can't speak. This method is the fastest."

"It turned out to be used internally by the bandits."

Zhao Lin frowned, thinking: "I don't know if the Diamond Mountain Leopard has ever taken the red pill?"

The old man continued to say: "The black medicinal powder is for outsiders to use. As long as it gets even a little bit on it, the mink that grew up on black food will come in handy."

He paused for a while, and said: "Originally, the little old man is not qualified to know this. Last year, Mr. Ma accidentally mentioned it to someone, and I only knew after hearing a few words."

Zhao Lin suddenly realized that the black powder that Diamond Mountain Leopard sent someone to sprinkle on him should be this kind.

"Thank you, old man."

Zhao Lin thanked him politely, and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.

This old man has helped the bandits raise the smelly mink all year round, and indirectly caused many people to suffer, even himself being one of them. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is helping the evildoers.

Thinking of this, he turned around to look at the old man, put his hands on the iron ruler around his waist, and smiled, "Old man, what did you do in the past? How long have you been on the mountain?"

For some reason, the old man suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, the hairs on his body stood up, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

"My lord, the little old man used to farm in Baitou Mountain, and he knew some herbs. He usually treats the livestock of the neighbors and villagers. He is somewhat famous."

"Ten years ago, Xu Erdang's family took me up the mountain and forced me to help them raise fragrant mink. I have been here for ten years. My mother is nearly eighty years old, and I don't know if she is still alive."

Zhao Lin sighed silently, slowly released his hand holding the iron ruler, and said softly: "There will be a big event in the village in a few days, you'd better find a place to hide, after these two days, you can go back home."

After speaking, he strode out of the cabin.

　The first episode is coming to an end, there will be an update today and tomorrow to sort out the follow-up episode, please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)