Chapter 31: The Good News of Returning to Songlai Peak
In a few days, Tong Daping spread a lot of information to Ming Zhiyuan, a novice practitioner, that only practitioners can have access to.
This gave Ming Zhiyuan some basic understanding of the cultivation situation in this world.
During this period, he also took him back and forth between Songlai Peak and Zhengshi Hall several times. Ming Zhiyuan finally no longer had to climb on Ling Ding's back and hold on to Ling Ding's feathers in order to fly.
After Tong Daping finished spreading the basic knowledge, he began to point out what Ming Zhiyuan should do every day, and Shi Yonglun was right.
First, I carried water every day, filled ten water tanks in the front yard, and then cleaned the front yard.
Clean the place where Bell and the Bai Linger live. Every day when the sun comes out, I dry herbs. If the weather is not right, I move back quickly.
There are more than a hundred bamboo sticks when they are dried, and there are more than a hundred bamboo sticks when they are harvested.
If God didn't bother him, he would follow Tong Daping to plant herbs, weed and fertilize in the herb valley. These would be fine.
The most difficult thing is to bathe Ling Dang. Every time Ling Dang has to go down to the bottom of Luoyun Stream, where there is a pool of water.
As soon as Ling Dang saw the pool, he jumped into it first. He circled around in it for a few times, then jumped out and shook his whole body, shaking the water out of his body.
At this time, Ming Zhiyuan needs to take a wooden brush and brush the dirt off its paws.
And the bell's beak, the long hooked beak, needs to be brushed carefully.
Every now and then, I have to coax it to open its mouth, look at the sharp teeth of birds and monsters inside, and brush its teeth.
If one is not careful, the sharp teeth will break the flesh. Injuries and bleeding become commonplace.
Lingdang was not very familiar with him and was unwilling to listen to many of his instructions, which made Ming Zhiyuan's work much more difficult.
He went to ask Tong Daping for advice. Tong Daping groaned for a long time, touched his head and said: "You will get used to it after being injured a few times. This is how we all got here."
What? It’ll be good once you’re familiar with it?
Ming Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and secretly handed it to Tong Daping...
Fortunately, experience comes from hard work. Ming Zhiyuan came up with a new method in the past few days. He found that Bell especially likes others to massage its joints.
This came from when he was brushing the feathers under Ling Dang's wings, which was Ling Dang's armpits.
I found a dead branch under its wings that had been stuck in while playing.
The branches and the small feathers and down under the wings were tangled together, making it difficult to pull them off. He did not dare to pull them hard, for fear that the bell would hurt him and peck him. The main reason was that he had been pecked several times and had learned a lesson.
So while chirping the bell, I slowly untied the downy feathers wrapped around the branches.
When he took down the branch, he found that Bell was so comfortable that one of its wings was raised and it was lying on the other side.
If it weren't for the fear that Ming Zhiyuan couldn't reach it, it almost fell to the ground. It stopped when it saw Ming Zhiyuan.
He rolled his eyes and rubbed his head against him. He raised his wings and signaled Ming Zhiyuan to continue.
So Ming Zhiyuan began to experiment, petting its wing nests, massaging its neck, rubbing its thighs, and even made a softer homemade brush to brush its beak.
They were able to coax Bell into obedience every time. When it was Shi Yonglun and Zhong Huaisheng's turn to give it a bath, it didn't want to. It had to be bathed by Ming Zhiyuan.
After Ming Zhiyuan worked as a farmer and pet breeder in the valley for three or four months, Wen Ren Chuan Xi finally came back. When Ming Zhi Yuan saw Wen Ren Chuan Xi flying down from Ling Dang at the door of the front yard,
I was so excited that I almost burst into tears.
Hearing the rumors, he was delighted to see him looking like he couldn't speak but had tears in his eyes. He couldn't help laughing: "Why is Zhiyuan looking like this? But he was bullied at Songlai Peak?"
Ming Zhiyuan quickly shook his head: "It's good here. All the senior brothers are very kind to me. It's just that I can't help myself after not seeing Brother Chuanxi for so long." After saying this, he smiled sheepishly.
Wenren Chuanxi stepped forward and took his hand and entered the front yard. He walked into the front hall and walked straight to the middle yard. As he walked, he said:
"I have something to talk to you about this time. I will go out after I come back to report to Master. It may take several months before I can come back. You practice well and just tell me what you need. Don't say no.
Sorry..."
Seeing that Ming Zhiyuan was about to walk through the front yard and enter the middle courtyard, he quickly broke away and held his hands: "Brother Chuanxi, please go in. I can't enter the middle yard yet."
Hearing the news, he was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Tong Daping and then Ming Zhiyuan, his brows furrowed:
"It's okay, just wait for me here. I'll go in and report back to Master first." After that, he entered the gate of the middle courtyard.
Ming Zhiyuan waited in the front hall for a long time. He knew that coming back after hearing the news should help him confirm the matter of entering the Holy Girl Mountain. Whether he could succeed or not was up to him.
He was a little nervous, even though he and Tong Daping had gotten along very harmoniously in the past few months. He himself was also very hardworking and industrious. But this Tianyuan No. 1 sect was definitely not something he, a person with no cultivation base, could easily do.
You can get in!
Feeling uneasy, it took almost two hours before I came out after hearing the good news.
Seeing Ming Zhiyuan waiting in the front hall, he waved to him: "Zhiyuan, go to your room."
Ming Zhiyuan got up and brought Wenren Chuanxi to his room.
Wenren Chuanxi sat on the chair, looked at Ming Zhiyuan, paused and said:
"Well, there is one thing I heard from someone when I passed by Feiyun City when I was returning from work. Your aunt's family was falsely accused by the Feiyun government of colluding with the Nine Flame Demon... and the entire family was executed.
.Except for your aunt’s family, the rest of the Leng clan were conscripted and sent to the Warcraft Defense Line to work as laborers transporting supplies and as servants for the officers and soldiers of the defense line..."
Ming Zhiyuan's mind exploded like thunder as he watched the news spread. He could only see his mouth opening and closing, what was he still saying? He seemed to have heard something? And he seemed to have heard nothing.
Ming Zhiyuan's mind felt like it had been exploded and he could not react. He sat on the side with an expressionless face, and slowly he felt a ball of charcoal burning in his heart.
After a long time...he said with a numb face: "I know."
When Wenren Chuanxi saw him like this, he sighed secretly, stood up, patted his shoulder, and walked out again without saying a word.
Ming Zhiyuan has been sitting in the room, motionless. He doesn't know what he is thinking?
Until night, when Tong Daping asked him to eat, he didn't come out.
The next day he got up early, and as if nothing had happened, he chopped wood, carried water, dried herbs, swept the yard, gave the bell a bath, and kept spinning without taking a breath.
Tong Daping and others already knew about the death of Ming Zhiyuan's family. Yesterday, they heard the news and told them that Ming Zhiyuan's aunt's family was also wiped out.
Today, I saw Ming Zhiyuan doing things non-stop as if he was venting, and no one bothered him. Everyone knew that at this time, he should work hard to vent, and it would be good if he could vent all the anger and hatred in his heart.
In this way, Ming Zhiyuan worked for a whole day without eating or taking a breath. He only took a spoonful of water from the water tank when he was thirsty.
At night, the peaks of Shengnu Mountain were lit with candles. In the front room of Songlai Peak, in the darkness, Ming Zhiyuan was lying quietly on the bed.
He frowned and gritted his teeth tightly. He closed his eyes hard, as if he could avoid seeing the faces of his relatives dangling in front of him.
But even if he closed his eyes hard, the faces still appeared in his mind. The faces that looked at him, either lovingly or smiling.
His father, his grandfather, and his aunt loved him.
And that cousin who can always escape when trouble comes - Leng Wushuang... He couldn't escape after all this time.