In October, clouds and mists gather and surging in the sky, and the beginning of the sun shines with rays of light.

Among the 100,000 mountains, there are endless peaks, no limit at a glance, the cliffs are steep and the mountain streams are turbulent.

In the mountains and forests, the rustling autumn wind blows, and most of the birds and beasts return to their caves, preparing to avoid the cold and hide from the winter, and no longer as bright as before.

Only a group of migrating deer leaps and chases, clever and lively.

Behind the deer, there was still a plum blossom doe crawling in a hidden grass, and a pair of black eyes were full of anxiety, hoping that their companions could stay and wait.

If you look closely, you will find that blood flows through the doe's lower body, emitting a bloody smell.

It turns out that the doe has already been pregnant and is giving birth today.

"Woo~~Woo~~"

The sounds were whistling, like crying, the doe's chest and abdomen were undulating violently, and a small deer's head was already exposed under her body, and her body slowly exposed with blood stains.

"Cry!!!"

Just as the newborn deer fell to the ground, before she could open her eyes, she heard a loud eagle cry sounding from the sky above the forest, approaching her ears infinitely.

The doe had just given birth, and when he heard the eagle cry, he quickly looked up and his eyes were full of panic.

puff--

It was still in the future that I could see clearly, a strong wind whistled by, and the doe did not dare to open her eyes.

When the doe finally opened her eyes and watched, she saw the parent-child deer falling to the ground, trying to stand up in a daze, but staggering.

Seeing this scene, the doe was very confused.

The eagle cried just now, and it was clearly a goshawk hunting. Why wasn't this deer cub caught?

However, the doe was not smart enough after all, so she didn't think so well. She quickly got up and pushed the deer to chase the tribe, not daring to stay.

It’s a pity that this newly born deer has no breast milk and has to follow and migrate.

…………

The reason is different, and two flowers bloom.

In the middle of the sky of the mountains and forests, a goshawk was holding a lump of turbid flesh and blood tightly between his claws, but it was the placenta that accompanied the delivery of the deer.

The goshawk waving his wings, leaping over the mountains and forests, and quickly rushing towards a barren peak.

Soon, the goshawk slowly descended and landed on a cliff with a dangerous peak.

The cliffs are steep and rugged, hundreds of feet above the ground, and a narrow cave naturally arises.

Looking inside, it was a nest made of dead branches, hay, and mud. It was covered with feathers that had been taken off in the early years.

When returning to the nest, the goshawk quickly teared a large piece of placenta and pecked it clean, leaving only a trace of blood on the cliff stone, which was difficult to clean.

The goshawk was filled with his belly, and his sharp eagle eyes scanned the sky, obstructing the clouds and mists to look at the rays of sunshine.

If you look closely, you will find deep sorrow and...numbness hidden in the eyes of the goshawk.

The goshawk is not an ordinary bird, and there is also the soul and wisdom of a later human being in its body.

Everything goes back to a thunderstorm day forty years ago. The goshawk, who was still a human, died unexpectedly. When he opened his eyes again, he became a young eagle that had just broken its shell.

And when you open your eyes, you will have a total of 14,600 days and nights.

Forty years, the eagles have been frightened, grateful, and confused, but they have survived it.

Over the years, Goshawks have been unwilling to be ordinary, thinking of following the monsters circulating in books in previous lives, they can suck the essence of the sun and the moon, and search for genius treasures to practice.

But things went against my wishes. Not to mention the essence of the sun and the moon, the treasure of the genius and the earth, even a trace of spiritual aura was not sensed.

Now that time has passed, the eagle can't stand the slaughter knife of time, and its body is gradually declining.

I looked at my body sadly. My former majestic and sensitive body was already thin and dull, and my brown and black feathers were messy and heavy.

Even more serious is that the goshawk's beak is long and curved, not far from his chest, and his claws are thin and loose, and they are no longer sharp and strong.

Losing its weapons as a top predator, even if the goshawks survive, it will be difficult for them to survive.

This is also one of the reasons why goshawks do not hunt deer cubs and take away the placenta to fill their stomachs.

The eagle's life span is only forty years, and the goshawk is very clear in his heart.

Similarly, Goshawk also felt that his life was about to come to an end.

So, the goshawks panicked and were afraid.

In the past and present, the eagle has only lived for the years of 60 years, and has not yet experienced the warmth of love and prosperity of the world.

Unwilling to give up, deep unwillingness is imprinted in my heart.

Finally, the goshawk made a decision, an almost ridiculous one.

In previous lives, the legend of the rebirth of the eagle was widely circulated, and the goshawks have also been heard and reviewed.

The explanation is nothing more than that when the eagle's life span reaches its forty-year limit, it will break its own beak, pull off its feathers, and take off its claws.

After 150 days of tempering, if the eagle's beak, feathers, and claws can successfully grow, it will borrow another 30 years of life from the sky to prolong life.

Not to mention that someone has already come out to refute the rumors, even the Eagle itself sneered and didn't believe it at all.

But now, when things are in the scene, the eagle cannot believe it.

And for this "rebirth", Goshawk also devoted all his strength and carefully prepared.

Because the rebirth of the eagle is to "borrow life" from the sky, in order to be favored by God, the eagle has not killed or hunted for three years. It usually only eats wild fruits to make a living. Occasionally, it can find the placenta or corpses of wild animals to have a full meal.

In addition, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, or snowy in summer or winter, the goshawks insist on worshiping the heavens every morning to show respect.

Of course, in addition to these metaphysical things, Goshawk also luckily found a Ganoderma lucidum medicine that had been around for at least decades.

"Cry!!!"

Erased the uneasiness in my heart, the eagle sang in the sky, and the eyes gradually became firm and sharp, as if I had returned to the time when the glory was fully displayed.

Today is the only time to implement this method.

Walking into the hole with both claws, the goshawk searched for one or two in the nest, and a mushroom-shaped fungus appeared.

This is the Ganoderma lucidum medicine that Goshawk finally found.

It was not nostalgic. The goshawk quickly pecked Ganoderma lucidum into his stomach, which was no different than Zhu Bajie's ginseng fruit.

The goshawk will smash the bird's beak later, and then it will not be eaten anything, so naturally you must eat Ganoderma lucidum first.

Although I also know that this bead of Ganoderma lucidum cannot be circulated with the magical effects of life and death, it can ultimately provide some nourishment for my decaying body.

The rebirth of the Eagle takes a full 150 days. If you resist with your own body alone, you will have a very small hope.

Even if I take Ganoderma lucidum, it actually doesn't help the goshawks, but I just give my best.

As if it was about to suck the residual smell of Ganoderma lucidum into its chest, the goshawk took a deep breath and extended its long beak to its winged feathers.

Scream...

As the head of the eagle was moved up and down, a very feather was pulled out and fell to the ground, and some were stained with blood.

After about half an hour, the goshawk finally shakingly removed all the feathers, and the yellowed flesh was covered with blood, which was unbearable to the eyes.

I personally pulled out my feathers one by one, and the pain was like tens of millions of silver needles piercing into the flesh and blood. It was so unbearable.

But, after all, the goshawks completed it with pain.

Next, the goshawk pulled out the claws on his claws, and then smashed the bird's beak hard at the stone wall in the cave.

Dangdangdangdang...

Mud sounds came from the cave, and the goshawk's beaks kept colliding with the stone wall.

As time goes by, every time the goshawk hit, he feels a splitting headache and is in a trance.

The beak is equivalent to the skull of a bird. If the goshawk destroys the bird's beak, it will destroy its own skull. How can it not be painful? If it doesn't die suddenly on the spot, it's all fortune telling.
Chapter completed!