Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 211

The wind howled, carrying snowflakes and blowing on Zhao Lin's face and body.

He sat on the big rock on the top of the mountain without moving, and he didn't feel the cold. His cultivation had reached the blood level, and his energy and blood were enough to resist the severe cold.

Absorbing the spirit of Fengli can improve one's cultivation, but one cannot place all hopes on it.

Otherwise, Fengli would not be caught, and the martial arts would be ruined, and it would be a waste to fetch water from the bamboo basket.

Practice for half a day, and return to the residence at dusk.

There was a food box on the stove, and the hot water was ready. I touched the body of the pot with my hand, and it was still warm.

After winter, it gets dark early, and the villager Li Shi who is in charge of delivering meals prepares and delivers the meals early.

There is a large bowl of bacon in the food box, a bowl of mutton and radish soup, and a plate of pickled vegetables.

There were no greenhouses in this era, and the common people would store cabbage, potatoes, and radishes in vegetable cellars as winter vegetables.

Zhao Lin had dinner, walked around the house for a while, and went to bed early to rest.

As the sky darkened, the cold wind entered the room along the gap between the base of the wall and the ground, whining.

This is not because the house is not built securely, but on purpose.

The disciples who guard the mountain live alone in the mountain. If the house is built too closed, if they encounter danger, they will not be able to predict it in advance, and it will be inconvenient to escape.

So when Xingyunzong asked the craftsmen to build the house, they deliberately made small holes on all sides, so that the disciples guarding the mountain could clearly hear the movement around them.

Not only that, there are also two walls that are hollow in case of emergency escape.

"It's been three years since I came to this world. From a boy in a mountain village, I became a disciple of Xingyun Sect's inner courtyard. The change is not insignificant."

"However, we can't stop."

Zhao Lin lay on the bed, unable to sleep for a while, unconsciously recalling the experience of the past three years.

From practicing martial arts in Qinghe County, to fighting with beards, to the Xingyunzong Dancing Elephant Academy, the inner courtyard...

My goal has never changed: to live, to live well, to live long.

The first two goals have been initially achieved, leaving the last one, which is also the most difficult.

This is not the world of cultivating immortals. If you want to break through the shackles and see farther scenery, you must constantly improve your realm.

After tossing and turning for a long time, I didn't fall asleep until late at night.

After three days in a row, Zhao Lin checked the traps all over the place every day.

He placed traps in sparse woods, near reeds and bushes in river valleys, where wild pheasants often haunt.

Nothing so far.

According to observations in the past few days, the number of pheasants in the mountains is much less than before. If this continues, it will become extinct in a few days.

If all the pheasants die, will Fengli leave here?

Zhao Lin thinks it is very possible. He speculates that Fengli should be wandering around the Yanyun Mountains, but he just happened to come to Guyan Mountain recently.

Fengli must be caught before the pheasant becomes extinct, otherwise the Yanyun Mountains are so vast that it will be hard to find once it leaves.

"Hey, why is the sticky net broken?"

On the fourth day, when Zhao Lin checked the traps hanging on the tree, he was surprised to find that the sticky net was broken.

I took it off and looked at it carefully, and saw a few green hairs hanging on the sticky net, there were many bite marks, and there were a few bloodstains.

"The sticky net is made of twisted silk, which is extremely strong. If it is an ordinary bird, its wings will definitely get tangled up and cannot get out."

"It can't be a squirrel either, the hair color doesn't match."

Zhao Lin's heart moved, and he guessed that the wind raccoon might be caught, but it was a pity that it bit off the sticky thread and escaped.

"It seems that these methods used to catch ordinary beasts... are useless against flying beasts like Fei Li."

"Observe for two more days, if it still doesn't work, you can only think of other ways."

That night, Zhao Lin was awakened by a strange sound in his sleep.

Terter...

The sound became clearer and clearer, as if something was rapidly approaching the house.

The sound of stepping on snow was not heard, indicating that the sound came from the air.

Zhao Lin opened his eyes suddenly, picked up the iron ruler by the bed, and rushed out of the room without putting on his shoes.

Just as he was about to open the door, there were two "bang bang" impacts on the door.

Zhao Lin was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, pushed the latch and pulled it in, and quickly moved to the door.

By the light of the bright moon, I saw two wild pheasants flopping on the ground, and smelled a bloody smell in my nose.

Zhao Lin quickly glanced at the door, and rushed out. Ultrasonic waves were released in all directions, and he immediately located a civet-like animal flying in the air in front of the left.

It seemed that he looked back at himself.

Looking up, I saw the black shadow surrounded by air currents, making a "Terter" sound, and quickly disappeared into the jungle.

"Sure enough, it's Fengli!"

Zhao Lin whispered to himself, looked back at the two dead wild pheasants by the door, raised his eyebrows.

what does it mean?
"Feng Li was injured by the sticky net. He knew that I did it, so he came to threaten me with revenge?"

The more Zhao Lin thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. He went back to the house and closed the door, without lighting the lamp, and sat at the table in the dark thinking.

The book of Chuanjing Pavilion only introduces Fengli's specialty and habits, and there is no record about its temperament, but judging from its performance tonight, it should have a certain degree of wisdom and hold grudges.

This is difficult.

Flying beasts were already difficult to catch, but now that they were prepared, it was even harder to catch them.

After thinking about it, Zhao Lin suddenly remembered that Zhou Paotou once said to himself: Experienced hunters often rely not on superior hunting skills, but on patience.

In order to catch a prey, they often squat patiently for a day or even a month in places where the prey often appears.

Zhao Lin decided to use the most stupid way to catch this raccoon: just wait for the rabbit.

At this moment Li Shi pushed the door open and came in, "Master Zhao, your brunch."

Zhao Lin stood up and took the food box, thanked him, and said, "Brother Li Shi, can you bake some pancakes for me?"

Since you want to squat to guard the wind raccoon, it means staying in one place all the time, you can't leave halfway, and you must prepare sufficient food.

"Sure, I'll deliver it in the afternoon."

Li Shi readily agreed.

Zhao Lin smiled and said, "Don't rush to agree, I want a bit too many pancakes."

"How much?"

"Fifty pancakes as big as a millstone."

"so much?"

"Yes, there is another requirement: pure noodles, no chopped green onion, no meat. No seasoning, just a little salt."

Chopped green onions and meat have a smell, which is not conducive to hiding their whereabouts.

"Okay! I'll go back to pancakes now."

Li Shi didn't ask the reason, but hurried out and went down the mountain.

Before sunset, he and his son came to Zhao Lin's residence with a package of bread.

"Master Zhao, do you see enough of this?"

Zhao Lin took it, feeling heavy in his hand, opened the bag, and saw a thick pile of pancakes, with only a faint fragrance of noodles coming out, he was very satisfied, these pancakes were enough to serve as rations for ten or eight days.

"Very good, I don't need to deliver food for the time being, I will go down the mountain and tell you when I need it."

(End of this chapter)