The sky is like a piece of dark silk, the moon is dim and cannot be seen, only covered by thick dark clouds.
There was not a single star in the entire night sky. In this pitch-black night, only the vague shadows of the mountains in the distance could be seen. It was not even clear whether the feet were mud or leaves...
Song Tan quietly opened the door.
The spiritual energy wrapped around the old wooden doors, trying their best not to make them make that terrible creaking sound.
When she was in the world of cultivation, she had imagined countless times what it would be like to live in modern times, but it definitely did not include using spiritual energy to do such things.
But at this moment... it's time to follow the authority.
After finally getting out of the main hall door, looking at the locked iron door, she could only use her little spiritual energy to instantly jump to the door more than two meters high, and then successfully jumped out of the yard.
There was nothing she could do. In order to prevent thieves, her father had embedded iron nails and broken glass into the cement on the surrounding one- to two-meter-high courtyard walls.
It is true that she is currently in the Qi training period, but the spiritual energy in this village is so thin. It has been more than a month and she has not yet cultivated an indestructible body!
In martial arts novels, it's just a matter of just gaining inner strength.
It was really miserable to say that Song Tan didn't want to think about it too much on weekdays, otherwise it would break his heart every time he thought about it.
If it wasn't for lack of spiritual power, why would she run to the back hill like a thief in the middle of the night?
Back then, with a snap of the fingers, the spiritual energy could cover the entire Yin Yue Peak. Now, with a snap of the fingers, the spiritual energy that is the size of just a few soybeans is spread out.
Because of this, in order to ensure the growth quality of these fruit trees worth tens of thousands, she could only practice in another place late at night.
I don’t have enough spiritual energy, so I rely on practicing at night to gather it.
In front and back of her house, even the weeds grow strong and tender. The squirrels poop on the wall every morning, all because she is practicing in her room.
There was no sound at Song Tan's feet, walking from the outside of the yard to the back hill, where several beehives were quiet and silent. However, moving forward, pushing aside the bushes, in the darkness, a shadow darker than the night suddenly raised its head -
"Shh!"
She lowered her voice: "Your Majesty, be good and go on to sleep."
The big dog let out a low whimper from its throat.
Dabai sensed movement in his hazy state, and when he opened his mouth, he made a "Gah" sound. Then Song Tan pinched the goose's flat beak and stuffed its head back under its wings:
"Sleep on your bed."
Sure enough, it stopped moving again.
The king lay back down again, but his eyes were still fixed firmly in Song Tan's direction.
Song Tan walked all the way and came to the place where peach trees were planted in the back hill. He chose a central position and sat down cross-legged.
Guide and concentrate, hold the essence and guard the one.
The sky is clear and the earth is bright, and everything is alive and well.
She slowly calmed down, and a white mist visible to the naked eye gradually appeared around her, blending perfectly with the dark night in the peach forest, and soon seemed to disappear without a trace.
Only the sound of insects around them suddenly increased, and heavy dewdrops condensed on the grass blades, and then penetrated into the ground with a "pop" sound, making the leaves appear more upright and green to the naked eye.
The roots of the peach tree that had just been planted during the day sprouted quietly in the soil, breaking through the original small soil layer, and firmly grasping the surrounding new soil step by step.
Finer capillary roots slowly grow.
The soil serves as a medium, and various nutrients in it travel along the branches with traces of spiritual energy. Then there seems to be a clear and crisp "pop" sound, and a tree has opened its leaf buds and bloomed the first
Tender light green leaves.
The silent back hill seemed to be filled with silent excitement at this moment.
The king didn't know when he had walked up to Song Tan and slowly lay down.
His huge body is like a tiger, with smooth lines, and the yellow fur on his body trembles slightly, as if there is light flowing quietly on the fur.
In the darkness, it looks even more majestic.
Dabai seemed to have sensed something. At this moment, he pulled out his neck from under his wings with a "quacking" sound, then tapped his feet in a daze and ran towards the back hill.
Several wild boars in the pig pen let out sleepy grunts, and invariably fell asleep again in the direction of Taolin...
In the direction of the chestnut forest, the German Shepherd Dog and the German Shepherd Dog howled for a long time, like wolves.
They stared at the mountains with white mist in the distance in the dark night, and their paws moved eagerly. In the end, they lay down with whimpering, and stayed in this mountain forest...
Early the next morning.
Song Sancheng had just gotten up and walked to the yard when he saw a row of ugly local gray squirrels standing on the wall of the yard. They were all staring at him and scurrying around the wall.
Oops!
He was shocked. Are there so many squirrels on the mountain this year? There are a large group of them every morning, like mice holding a meeting.
"Ulan," he raised his voice: "Have you hidden our things well? Don't let the squirrels cause trouble."
This squirrel is really mischievous, eating and stealing everything, and even now, like a magpie, it can even dig up freshly sown seeds in the ground.
Song Sancheng was puzzled. In previous years, there were also people, but they only occasionally saw bold ones scurrying on the wall.
But what happened this year?
It seems like there is a long queue at the door every day.
But if there are really so many, I never noticed them in the back mountain before!
He was puzzled.
Ulan had also just come out of the house. Hearing this, he took a casual look and said, "What can we have to eat? A few old dried corn cobs. Just steal them."
No matter how poor you are, can you still lack these few sticks?
But she was also puzzled. She looked at the rafters under the utility shed and saw a few corn cobs drying there, but no squirrels were seen touching them.
Could it be that he disliked her and forgot about it after hanging up for a few years?
Just as he was talking, the seventh cousin also came out of the side room, smiling and feeling a little embarrassed:
"I got up late, I got up late..."
He himself was puzzled. It was said that it was not easy to sleep at this age.
When I'm in the city, it's amazing if I can sleep for four hours on and off a night, and I have to open my eyes at three or four in the morning.
But now when I look at my watch, it’s half past five, almost six o’clock!
I went to bed at nine o'clock last night and haven't woken up yet!
Looking at my wife, she is also looking rosy and energetic...
Come on!
The old couple knew for sure: it must be because the air in the countryside nourishes people. This time they really got it right.
Wu Lan has lived for most of his life, and this is the first time he has hired a chef, and he is a little embarrassed:
"It's not too late, it's not too late. Normally we would just get ready at this time."
Her seventh cousin saw her embarrassment and discomfort, and hurried to the kitchen: "How many people are eating this morning? I'm starting to clean up now."
On the other hand, he smiled and said: "I have been doing banquets for so many years, so I can estimate the number of people quite well. But there has never been a time like yesterday when all the plates and bowls were eaten."
According to the concept of treating guests in rural areas, it is better to have leftovers than to have an empty plate.
If everyone hadn't left with their bellies as if they were five months pregnant, the seventh cousin would really be ashamed——
It would be a great faux pas to treat a guest to a meal without making sure the guest is full!
The local gray-haired squirrel is indeed not very good-looking.
