"Hey, I wouldn't have remembered it if you didn't tell me. My legs are numb too. Give me a quick slap, Master." Songhe said proudly.
The little Taoist priest Qingyang didn't expect that he would hit his own foot when he lifted the stone. However, the master had given instructions and he had to do it. He had no choice but to put the bowl aside, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to beat his master's legs.
Suddenly, a burst of birdsong came from the air. Qingyang looked up and saw a beautiful little red bird flying from nowhere. The little red bird circled in the air and landed on a branch above Songhe's head.
, then he flapped his wings and dropped a lot of dust.
Master Songhe was half lying on the stone under the tree. He was completely defenseless and his eyes were blinded by the dust. He suddenly became angry and cursed: "Where did this broken bird come from? You really deserve to die."
As if he felt that it was not enough to satisfy his hatred, he took off another shoe and threw it towards the little red bird. Songhe's technique was quite clever. Although the little red bird reacted very quickly, the shoe was still thrown by Songhe.
After wiping the edge, a red feather fell down.
The little red bird seemed to be angry, stretched out its neck and called twice, then circled in the air, and a ball of objects flew towards Songhe. Seeing that he was about to be attacked, Songhe no longer dared to raise his head.
, quickly stood up from the stone under the tree and stepped aside.
As soon as Master Songhe got out of the way, the object fell on the stone where he had just been lying. With a snap, a ball of green and white bird droppings scattered.
Song Hehou was terrified. If he had hid slower, wouldn't the ball of bird droppings just fall on his head? Even if he dodged now, the stone would be contaminated by bird droppings. How could he lie down in the future?
Drinking here?
Thinking of these, Songhe became furious. A little bird dared to bully him like this. Did he really think that Songhe, a famous person in the world, was old?
I saw Qingyang Master Songhe's right foot pause, and his body instantly rose by more than ten feet, surpassing the branch where the little red bird was standing just now. Then he quickly stretched out his left foot, tapped lightly on the branch, and followed the trend of his body.
He pounced forward and was in front of the little red bird in a blink of an eye.
The little red bird didn't expect that the old Taoist priest in front of him was so powerful that he could fly into the air like a bird. He quickly spread his wings and flew in the other direction.
But it was already too late at this time. Before the little red bird could turn around, one of Master Songhe's hands had already stretched out and pinched one of his legs. The little red bird fluttered and struggled a few times, but in vain.
Still unable to break away from Song He's clutches.
His strength had been exhausted, and Song He's figure began to fall. At this moment, he twisted his waist. I don't know how he used the force. Master Song He's descending body stopped abruptly, and then a figure came up in the air.
It spun around and landed steadily on the branch of the crooked neck tree.
Qingyang stood under the tree, his face full of envy. He was worthy of being his master. This light kung fu was indeed amazing. Even though he had been studying with his master for nearly ten years, he had not learned even 10% of his skills. The same was true for him.
When climbing a tree, you can only use your hands and feet to climb up.
Master Songhe stood on a thick branch, looked at the little red bird in his hand, and said to himself: "You dare to bully me, Taoist Master, you are so tired of living, let's see if I don't crush you to death!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a clear and beautiful voice saying: "Stop, let go of my little bird."
Master Songhe seemed to have expected this. He smiled slightly and said in the direction of the voice: "Where did this junior dare to tease Songhe, who is famous in the world? He really took the courage of an ambitious leopard.
Why don’t you come out quickly and take charge?”
The clear and beautiful voice was not afraid at all. She snorted coldly and said, "Old guy, you hurt my Xiaohong first and then asked me to go out and apologize? This is absolutely impossible."
Songhe said: "Then don't blame me for being rude. This little bird doesn't look big, but its body is quite fat. There should be a lot of meat on it. Master Dao, I haven't eaten meat for a long time, so why not save it for eating at night?"
.Is it braised? Or braised? Or grilled and eaten directly?"
Hearing Songhe's words, the clear voice seemed to be anxious, and said: "You dare?"
"Then let's see if I dare, Mr. Dao!" He said as if he was about to exert force on his hands.
At this moment, a small black snake suddenly sprang out from the tree trunk next to it and bit Song He on the ankle. Master Song He has been in the world for decades and is not afraid of anything but this kind of thing.
When the human snake suddenly appeared, his legs weakened and he fell from the tree. However, he managed to escape the attack of the little black snake.
Even though the attack missed, the little black snake didn't give up and swam around the tree trunk. Then with a shake of its body, it swooped directly towards Songhe from the air.
The branch was only more than ten feet high from the ground. Even if Songhe fell from the tree, the master's skill would not cause any harm, but he would fall to the ground in an extremely awkward posture. After Songhe landed, he became a little more courageous.
At least his legs were no longer weak, but he still didn't dare to face the little black snake directly, so he dodged and hid behind his apprentice Qingyang.
Of course Qingyang was with his master. Seeing that the little black snake was unreasonable and even wanted to attack himself, he immediately got ready and took out something from his arms and threw it away casually.
When he got out, a yellow mist instantly appeared in front of him.
This yellow mist is the realgar powder used to repel snakes. Songhe and Qingyang often travel in rivers and lakes. These are necessary things. However, the little black snake appeared too suddenly just now, and Songhe is naturally afraid of snakes.
Then there was no reaction.
The little black snake was forced by the realgar powder and immediately did not dare to pursue him any further. However, he did not flinch. He coiled himself not far in front of Qingyang and stared at the front while spitting out his words.
With Qingyang's buffer, Songhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought that he was frightened by a snake and fell from the tree, and was forced into a panic by a junior, he had not been so embarrassed in decades.
However, he immediately became furious. He secretly held a stone in his hand and shouted: "Pi, if you don't come out and take care of me, I won't be polite. When the time comes, don't blame me for bullying the small."
Master is naturally afraid of snakes, and he was unprepared just now, so he was startled. Now that he has calmed down, it is naturally extremely easy to deal with a small black snake. If nothing else, just the stone in his hand can do it.
Nail the little black snake to the ground.
"Master Songhe, please be merciful!" As soon as Songhe finished speaking, a loud voice came from a distance, and at the same time, a tall figure came flying from the bottom of the mountain.
This figure is extremely tall, at least a head taller than an ordinary person. It has a strong build, strong muscles, and thick hair. Even its skin is dark and shiny. It looks like a black bear that has become a spirit when it runs.