I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 94 The Cat's Intelligence Greatly Increases

Jiang She had not expected this either.

When I opened my eyes again, I was just in time for the first snowfall of Yunmeng Mountain.

As the first snowflake fell, the snow fell heavier and heavier. The cat also woke up, jumped down from Jiang She's arms, tilted its head back, stared at the sky with its round cat eyes, its whiskers twitching, not knowing what it was.

This cat was born in April, and this is the first time it has ever seen snow.

It's already winter.

Jiang She looked down the mountain and saw people walking like ants, as if there were a market. He had a thought and wanted to go down and take a look.

He stood up, stretched his limbs from sitting for so long, and turned to look at the group.

Yuan Danqiu and Li Bai stood one after the other, still half-asleep, Yuan Danqiu's face bearing the marks of sleep. The two master and disciple from Yunmeng Mountain gazed at the verdant mountain scenery, looking around, lost in thought.

The Old Deer Mountain God and Ao Bai are gods of mountains, rivers, and lakes, and they have already come to their senses.

The mountain god is doing somewhat better.

The dragon's gaze was intense and could not be ignored.

Jiang She looked away.

During the day, he witnessed a joyous wedding ceremony and saw that the once luxurious Deer Terrace was now nothing but a mound of weeds, which saddened him. In the evening, he chatted and laughed with others and drank some wine.

I was suddenly struck by a feeling that resonated with the ancient city of Chaoge from the Shang Dynasty.

I witnessed some of the experiences of this ancient city.

Although it was only a fragmented piece, it was enough to satisfy him. Who would have thought that people living in the Tang Dynasty could see events from the Shang Dynasty?
Jiang She cupped his hands in greeting.

I sincerely thank you all: "Thank you all for sharing this dream with me."

Without them, this dream probably wouldn't have happened.

Everyone is just right.

The old deer mountain god returned the bow deeply.

The others, as if waking from a dream, came to their senses and followed suit in bowing.

As they tried to recall their dreams more deeply, it was as if they were looking through several layers of veil. The more they tried to savor them, the faster they forgot. They only vaguely remembered dreaming of ancient people performing sacrifices and praying… praying for what…

Yuan Danqiu opened his mouth.

A rare sense of bewilderment arose in his heart. For a brief moment after waking up, he almost thought he was an ancient person, fishing with a net on the banks of the Qi River.

It took a while of being exposed to the cold wind for me to recover.

Why is it so cold?

What kind of snow falls in July?

Could it have been hit by hail? That doesn't seem likely.

It seems that it's a bit colder up in the mountains than down below. Sometimes, while the area down below is lush and green with flowers in full bloom, snow is still falling up in the mountains. Thinking this, Yuan Danqiu calmed his mind and tightened his coat.

I'm reminiscing about the dream I just had.

So that was the Shang Dynasty...

Fortunately, we went out with Mr. Meng, otherwise we would not have seen so many strange things. Yuan Danqiu muttered to Li Bai, "This opportunity is rare. I will write a letter to Master Meng when we get back."

Li Bai thought so too.

"It's time to write a letter!"

“I haven’t written to Master Meng for a month or two, so I will write one when I get back.”

It was cold on the mountain, and the birdsong and cicada chirping that the group had heard before they fell asleep had all disappeared, bringing some peace and quiet.

Yuan Danqiu and Li Bai were freezing. It was strange that the weather was so cold right after the end of summer. The more the wind blew, the colder it got. He went back to the courtyard to find some thick clothes to warm himself up.

fortunately.

They were incredibly lucky to have slept in the open field on such a cold night without getting typhoid fever.

The two returned to the courtyard.

But there was a thick layer of dust on the ground. When I looked for the stored boxes, they were also covered in a thick layer of dust. It looked like no one had been there for a long time.

"Taibai..."

Yuan Danqiu said in a low voice.

Li Bai's expression kept changing.

He and Yuan Danqiu had been talking about the ritual in their dream, but now no one spoke. The two silently stared at the accumulated dust on the ground. They then ran into the courtyard, looked up, and gazed at the falling snow.

This……

Li Bai recalled the ancient locust tree kingdom in Lujia.

"Could it be..."

They quickly put on thick clothes. Yuan Danqiu took out his warmest fur coat, and Li Bai also wore thick clothes. They returned to the cliff behind the house, wanting to ask the teacher.

But they only saw the Old Deer Mountain God and Ao Bai.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, gradually accumulating. The sky and mountains were all white, vast and silent.

……

Jiang She lifted the fishing rod propped up on the tree branch and slightly raised his eyebrows. The bamboo pole was very heavy, as if a heavy object was hanging from it, and one end was already bent under the weight.

He forcefully lifted the bamboo pole.

ho-

Then I saw that the hooks were full of fish. They were silvery white, some big and some small, and their bodies seemed to have ever-changing clouds and mist. At a glance, there were probably eleven or twelve of them. They were splashing and jumping, full of energy.

The cat stared at the fish.

The old deer mountain god was startled.

"Sir, you are truly skilled..."

Ao Bai snapped out of his daze and remembered that they had been fishing. He had even promised the little girl that he would give her one fish.

They raised their bamboo poles with great flair.

The black cat also looked over, its ears twitching and its chin slightly raised.

...Empty?
Ao Bai was surprised.

The cat seemed quite pleased, standing beside the fish and looking at them. Noticing their scrutiny, the black cat stretched lazily, looking rather smug.

A kitten.

They even make fun of people?
Cats aren't that smart.

Perhaps he was mistaken… Ao Bai turned his gaze back to Jiang She and found that the other was also somewhat surprised to see him staring at the fishing rod. He took the fish off the hook and put it in the wooden bucket to keep it alive.

Then, it was time to leave.

Ao Bai couldn't help but call out.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang She, carrying a wooden bucket, looked over and asked, "What brings you here, Water Lord?"

"We slept until winter..."

Jiang She smiled, sized up the dragon, and said jokingly, "Didn't the Water Lord also sleep in the Wei River for more than ten years before?"

Jiao was truly asleep. At his age, he was still growing... To dream of the Yin-Shang dynasty, to resonate with the ancient city, and to witness history from a thousand years ago was entirely different.

Ao Bai was about to explain.

The mountain path twisted and turned, and heavy snow fell.

The scholar could no longer be seen.

He looked at the old mountain god in surprise and humbly asked, "Mr. Jiang, what is this...?"

The old deer mountain god stroked his beard, looked at the vast snow, and laughed: "Master Jiwei is the head of Yunmeng Mountain. Once he comes to his senses, he'll probably cause quite a stir."

"Sir, please go and take a look around somewhere else first."

Ao Bai was somewhat disappointed. He stared at the empty fishing rod and asked again, "How do you catch fish like this?"

The Old Deer Mountain God also wanted to know.

"How would I know..."

……

……

We walked down the mountain.

The wooden bucket was still a bit of a hassle. Jiang She looked down at the heavy fish in the bucket, which were gathered together and resembled clouds and mist, so they didn't need water.

The cat followed, its tail wagging curiously.

Its fluffy head poked into the wooden tub, its glossy black fur still covered in snow. Jiang She brushed the snowflakes off its head.

"This is fish."

Although the cat might not understand, Jiang She was always patient and explained to the cat, "The fish caught from the sky, the clouds of Yunmeng Mountain are quite special."

The cat's round eyes were fixed on the bucket.

Jiang She then said:

"If you want to eat some, I'll grill one later."

The cat's ears twitched. Its paws were already inside the wooden tub, trying to scoop something out to play with.

But each time, the little paws passed through the clouds, where the fish looked just like clouds, unreal and untouchable, which annoyed the cat.

Their eyes were already bulging.

The cat opened its mouth and made an incomprehensible sound.

Jiang She glanced at the snow-covered landscape and saw dark houses in the distance—a few families living at the foot of the mountain. He thought for a moment, deciding it wouldn't be right to disturb them by starting a fire in someone else's house.

I found a clean stone cave that could shelter me from the wind and snow.

A person and a cat went inside.

He placed the wooden bucket on the ground. There was no firewood in the cave, so he had to go outside and collect some damp, dry branches, brush off the snow water, and make sure they were dry enough to start a fire.

Jiang She lowered his voice and spoke to the cat.

"You want to eat it now?"

The cat purred softly, its eyes fixed on the clouds reflected in the bucket, its paws reaching inside, almost completely disappearing into the tub.

He was forced to let out a sound.

Soft-spoken, with an odd tone.

"fish!"

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(End of this chapter)