Walking in the undulating mountains and fields, stopping from time to time to let the wooden magpie fly, not only recording various data, but also recording the time and place where the data was collected. The further you go towards the plateau, the cooler the climate becomes, and you can even gradually feel a slight
Moisture.
It is a small dry season in the wilderness outside the mountains, but as you go to the plateau in the west, the higher the terrain, the greater the air humidity. It may be that the wind blowing from the ocean direction is blocked by the plateau, forming convection and vortices here.
Hua Zhen walked over several consecutive mountains, and the altitude at the top reached more than a thousand meters. When he entered a plateau valley, it was already dusk on the fourth day since his departure.
Looking at the sunset facing us, drizzle actually started to fall in the sky. The sun was shining slantingly, and raindrops were falling overhead. Lush vegetation appeared in the deep valley under the setting sun, and there were several places where the glow was reflected, and they were dotted with lakes.
.
The place circled by Mr. Feng on the map has arrived. It is not easy to get here. Under normal circumstances, no one will come for many years. The surrounding area is too dangerous and desolate, as if the essence of the world has been concentrated in this area.
here.
Hua Zhenxing discovered water birds. As far as the eye could see, there were small dots swimming on the water, and some were still flapping their wings and flying in the glow. He walked down the slope with a backpack and a stick, and found that there were not only wild ducks, but also pelicans.
Pelicans, black herons and water eagles!
This is a narrow valley between two branching mountains. It is slightly spindle-shaped from south to north. It is more than ten kilometers long and about a few kilometers wide at its widest point. Lakes and vegetation can be seen on the satellite map, but they are far from here.
The feeling on the ground was so shocking.
Hua Zhenxing's first feeling was shock, because he had never seen such scenery, the exquisiteness and magnificence inherent in the rough desolation, the beauty and spiritual interest in the rough wilderness. Discovering such scenery in this world,
Just like him who lived in Fiso Port since childhood, he dreamed of a beautiful world.
According to the map, the highest peak in the surrounding area reaches an altitude of 2,100 meters, and the water surface of the lakes in the valley is about 800 meters above sea level. There are five lakes, large and small, surrounded by lush vegetation, cliffs, shoals, and meadows.
The woods are combined into various lakeshore shapes, and you can have a panoramic view from a high place.
Walking into the valley, the vegetation changed from sparse to more and more lush, from short grass clinging to the ground to long grass, shrubs, various wild flowers, wild fruits, and then tall trees appeared.
In the center of the valley, there is a small raised plateau, consisting of continuous hills one to two hundred meters high. Next to it is a crescent-shaped lake surrounding the hills. There are patches of green grass growing on the shores of the lake and on the hills.
bamboo forest.
Hua Zhenxing came to the waterside and found many surprises in the grass and earthen nests in the forest - various bird eggs. Those with white and bluish shells were wild duck eggs, and those with dark brown shells were water young eggs.
, quite fresh! There are also pheasants in the jungle. The pheasant eggs are smaller than ordinary eggs. They must taste good, right?
Hua Zhenxing has never been so happy, picking up so many eggs at random! He didn't take too many at one time, he only picked up a few fresh ones for dinner. Anyway, there are plenty here, and you can eat them anytime you want.
Bird eggs are divided into fertilized eggs and unfertilized eggs. Hua Zhenxing, who has practiced the art of nourishing the essence and mastered spiritual consciousness, can actually tell the difference. The ones he took were the ones that could not hatch young birds.
Hua Zhenxing camped on the hillside of a hill in the middle of the valley. There was a thick layer of bamboo leaves on the ground, which rustled when he stepped on them, making him feel very comfortable. He cleared a clearing and set up a tent, then set up a small earthen stove and started processing.
I got a stone pot and lid.
The method of refining spiritual consciousness is really easy to use. Find a stone of similar size and process it like gold. There is no need to refine any ingredients. It just breaks down the unnecessary parts and retains the outline of a pot. As for the pot lid
It's even simpler.
He used his spiritual consciousness to decompose the stones in this way, and thought that he had easily processed a stone pot. If another monk in the third realm saw it, his jaw would probably drop. Who else would do this?
Hua Zhenxing doesn't know this. As a "human alchemist", he can now extract almost one kilogram of pure gold from gold mines every day, which is already considered a miracle! And the only "monks" he is familiar with are Manman and Locke.
Both of them are equally weird.
The stone pot was not used for making eggs, but for stewing duck soup. He found another stone slab and heated up the omelette on the fire. He also applied a little glue and added the seasonings he brought with him. It was delicious.
It is contentment.
The drizzle has been falling intermittently, but it has no impact on Hua Zhenxing. He has recently learned not only paper airplanes and wooden magpies, but also waterbending skills from Manman. Although his waterbending skills are not as sophisticated as Manman's
, but I don’t want the raindrops to fall on me, so it doesn’t seem to take much effort.
After eating the omelette, Hua Zhenxing caught a wild duck nearby, prepared it by the lake in the dark, put it into a stone pot, stewed it over the remaining fire in the earthen stove, then got into the tent to rest, took out his mobile phone and read
Photos taken later today.
Hua Zhenxing brought a power bank with him and didn't turn on his phone very much on the way. After arriving in this valley today, he turned on his phone and took a lot of photos along the way, including scenery, flowers and birds, earthen stoves and stone pots.
He discovered at least three kinds of bamboo here. Although he had never seen a bamboo forest before, he had read various articles about bamboo and seen many photos.
The first kind of bamboo grew on the shore of the lake near the water. It was thinner than chopsticks, but its leaves were very large, one foot long and one palm wide. It could be used to wrap rice dumplings and weave Ruo Li without any problem. He named it Ruo Bamboo.
There is also a kind of bamboo that mainly grows at the foot of the mountain. It is one to two fingers thick and slim and tall. He named it Huangzhu. The last kind of bamboo mainly grows on the hills. It is as thick as the mouth of the cup to the mouth of the bowl. It should be called moso bamboo.
He also photographed the bamboo shoots of bamboo and moso bamboo. Sure enough, there are bamboo shoots here in autumn, and some have grown very tall. He was not in a hurry to pluck the bamboo shoots. It is said that the bamboo shoots must be picked at night to be fresh and tender. It is best to take advantage of the opportunity.
We pick them before the sun comes out and process them quickly. It happened to rain today, so there will definitely be new bamboo shoots in the early morning tomorrow.
Hua Zhenxing picked some photos by the way and posted them in Mr. Feng's Weixin. Even if they couldn't be sent through today, they still had to save them in an archive so that they wouldn't have to open the album and look for them again next time they could be sent.
He added a paragraph at the end: "I have found a place, and there are indeed bamboo shoots and wild ducks. The duck soup has been stewed and simmered overnight. I will pick new bamboo shoots to make Pian'erchuan in the morning."
Unexpectedly, all the messages were sent, and Mr. Feng, who must have been checking his cell phone, replied instantly: "I found a place so quickly! In fact, Pian'erchuan is just a staple food, and you can also cook two dishes."
Hua Zhenxing: "What dish? Apart from the seasonings, I only brought noodles."
Mr. Feng: "Beggar's pheasant and stone pot fish! I saw the pheasant you took, and even the stone pot was set up. It would be a pity not to cook these two dishes under such good conditions."
Hua Zhenxing: "I'll try it tomorrow."
Then he realized something was wrong and sent another message: "There is obviously no signal here! How do you send and receive your messages?"
Mr. Feng sent a laughing emoji and then left a message: "There is indeed no signal there. You must pay attention to safety alone and do not act rashly when encountering danger. Since I can receive your message, if you encounter a situation, please find a way to notify me
."
Hua Zhenxing: "I didn't find any poisonous insects or beasts."
Mr. Feng: "In the wilderness, be careful if you encounter bad people!"
There is no one here, not even a shadow of a ghost. Besides, Hua Zhenxing is not afraid of bad guys now. On the contrary, bad guys have to be careful not to meet him. Even though there is no mobile phone signal, he can still contact Mr. Feng. This is amazing!
But Hua Zhenxing has met many magical people or things now, and he has become very adaptable.
Hua Zhenxing tried his cell phone again, but could not send or receive any other messages. It seemed that Mr. Feng had used his magical power just now. He hoped that he could learn it in the future.
Hua Zhenxing put away his mobile phone and sat quietly in the tent to recuperate. The rain outside became heavier again, and thunder suddenly sounded in the valley. The camping spot he chose was relatively safe and should not be struck by lightning. After a while, the thunder gradually stopped.
The rain also stopped, and Hua Zhenxing heard the sound of new shoots breaking through the ground and tender bamboo jointing around him.
Even without the use of spiritual consciousness, the movement was very clear. This was the first time Hua Zhenxing heard such a sound. It turns out that seemingly invisible vitality can also be presented in such a vivid and vivid way.
He has already reached the state where all his senses are the same. When he hears a weak voice, the corresponding scene will appear in his soul. A hairy bamboo shoot as tall as half a man made a "click" sound, as if it had accumulated a force to break through.
Something happened, a section was suddenly displayed, and two pieces of bamboo shoot clothes that had been taken off floated to the ground...
This deserted world was inexplicably vivid and lively. Such an environment was simply perfect for cultivating the art of cultivating energy. Hua Zhenxing vaguely sensed the mysterious and mysterious so-called "spirit", which seemed to be everywhere.
Hua Zhenxing realized an unprecedented state. He seemed to have transformed into the consciousness of heaven and earth. He was feeling and understanding the existence of all things. After practicing the art of nourishing the essence for so long, he finally reached a brand new realm.
In the early morning of the next day, Hua Zhen walked out of the tent and felt energetic and clear. Then he started to pick bamboo shoots. He chose the kind of purple-skinned bamboo shoots as thick as a finger, instead of cutting them into slices like those in the recipe.
After peeling it, cut it into two pieces in the middle, blanch it briefly in hot water, and then put it into the duck soup.
The duck soup has been stewed. Although the fire in the earthen stove has been extinguished, the stone pot is still warm. When you open the lid, there is an attractive aroma. The fresh bamboo shoots need to be cooked for a while to get the flavor before they can be eaten. Hua Zhenxing is not in a hurry.
, after making a fire, I went to catch a pheasant, which was most suitable for the beggar chicken.
There must be fish in the lake, but they are not easy to catch. Besides, I didn’t bring the right ingredients. I’ll forget about the stone pot fish for today. I can cook the beggar pheasant first. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have lotus leaves. Pick a few more large bamboo leaves.
Wrap the packed pheasant, wrap it in a layer of mud, and stuff it under the fire in the earthen stove.
When you go back, you must tell Mr. Yang about this wonderful place, and show him all the photos you took. He will definitely be greedy... Next time, I want to bring Manman with me. Not only will we cook beggar's pheasant, but we will also stew it on site.
Stone pot fish.
While Hua Zhenxing was thinking this, he carried a long stick to the top of the hill and released the wooden magpie in the morning glow.