Seeing that Jiang Xuan refused without letting him finish his words, Zhou Song could only sigh helplessly:
"In that case, let's follow what the Taoist priest said and find a good family for them after we go back."
"But there is one last gift that I haven't shown yet. How about taking a look at it, Taoist Priest?"
After saying this, Zhou Song came to a two-meter-wide cage covered with black cloth.
Then he didn't hesitate and pulled off the black cloth covering the cage.
The next moment, a bird glowing golden in the sun appeared in Jiang Xuan's eyes.
Looking at the bird in the cage with its feet and wings locked, but still holding its head proudly, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but have a look of astonishment on his face.
If he wasn't dazzled, this bird with a body of less than 20 centimeters and a tail of 60 centimeters seemed to be the one he had seen on the top of Zhushan Mountain before.
No wonder I haven't seen a flash of golden light since I last saw it.
It turns out he was caught.
"Ugh?"
“嘤嘤嘤!!!”
The bird that saw the light of day first chirped in confusion. After seeing its surroundings, especially after seeing Jiang Xuan, it chirped a few times and began to struggle crazily.
"Taoist Priest, this is the spiritual bird I sent people to catch from the deep mountains of Cangwu Mountains."
"Even though it's in a cage now, it's not easy to catch it."
"This bird was discovered half a year ago, but it is extremely fast and has the ability to seek good fortune and avoid disaster. Many monks and warriors have been run away by it if they tried to do it themselves."
"If I hadn't spent a lot of money this time to lure it into the urn with a drop of phoenix blood marrow, it wouldn't have been so easy to catch it."
Looking at Fatty Zhou with a pained expression on his face, Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows and then took a few steps forward and squatted in front of the cage.
It's strange to say.
Birdie, who was still struggling crazily before, saw Jiang Xuan squatting in front of him, and his whole body froze.
Then its head, which seemed to be always held high, bowed down slightly, giving people a sense of decadence for no reason.
"Taoist Priest, you are really amazing."
"This bird used to be crazy for a whole day, and no one could persuade him to do anything."
"But now as soon as you appear in front of it, it immediately calms down. This spiritual bird is really destined to you."
After looking at the somewhat dejected birds, and then at the fat man next to him who was also squatting down but with a look of compliments on his face, Jiang Xuan's expression turned gloomy:
"It's rare that you actually know that it is related to Pindao."
After the words fell, Jiang Xuan condensed the lightning in his palm into a sword shape, and then opened the cage with two swords.
"Uh, Taoist priest, what are you doing?"
Seeing Jiang Xuan suddenly take action, Zhou Song suddenly looked at a loss on his face.
This helplessness included not only the shock at Jiang Xuan's thunder-turned-sword, but also the confusion over his sudden attack, and the lamentation over the sudden thoughts that popped up in his heart.
In just a short moment, various expressions appeared on Fatty Zhou's face.
This scene is really comparable to a large-scale face-changing scene.
Jiang Xuan didn't pay attention to Zhou Song, who had a wonderful expression on his face. He just dispersed the thunder sword in his hand and condensed it into a small knife.
Carefully cutting off the chain that locked the bird, and taking the autistic bird out of the cage, Jiang Xuan breathed out secretly.
His previous feeling was correct.
Although the bird was released from its restraints, it had no intention of escaping. It just lay quietly in Jiang Xuan's arms.
He stretched out his hand and scratched the bird's chin. When he realized something, the little fox also stretched out his pink and tender paw pads to rub the bird.
But it still didn't respond at all, and it really became an autistic patient.
"Taoist Priest, did you raise this bird?"
Zhou Song stood next to Jiang Xuan with a look of helplessness and asked cautiously.
But it's better if he doesn't speak.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the autistic bird in Jiang Xuan's arms finally responded.
As soon as it spread its wings, it broke away from Jiang Xuan's arms, flew into the air, circled around, and swooped over Zhou Song's head. Then it attacked Zhou Song with its wings and claws.
Zhou Song wanted to fight back, but when he thought that the bird was probably raised by Jiang Xuan, he immediately lost the intention to fight back and immediately started scurrying away with his head in his hands.
"Hey, Master Bird, stop scratching me. Aren't we going to get to know each other if we don't fight?"
"Besides, I didn't know that you were a bird raised by Master Dao. Anyone who doesn't know is not guilty, right?"
"Ouch, just scratch it, don't pull my hair, there aren't many of it left!"
Seeing their young master being beaten, the group of servants who had followed Zhou Song had no intention of taking action or not. After finally looking at each other, they lowered their heads deeply.
Jiang Xuan let the bird scratch it for a while, and after seeing that it was almost done venting, he waved his hand towards it:
"Okay, come back."
The golden bird immediately stopped moving when he heard this.
However, it did not fly back to Jiang Xuan, but hovered in front of the fat man. After chirping and cursing, it flew to the roof of the bamboo house and continued to fall into self-isolation.
Seeing this, the little fox who was sitting on Jiang Xuan's shoulder, covering his mouth and watching the show, rolled his eyes, rubbed Jiang Xuan's neck and ran back to the bamboo house.
After a while, the little fox with a small sachet hanging around his neck also jumped onto the roof.
I saw her taking out the sachet with her little paws, taking out a crystal feed from the sachet and then started to cry at the birds.
Jiang Xuan asked Jiang Wu to buy the sachet.
Little foxes like to hide food.
Jiang Xuan was afraid that she would get dirty things by hiding them randomly, so he simply asked Jiang Wu to buy a dozen sachets for her, and asked her to put food in the sachets and then hide them for fun.
Feeling the inexplicable bond that the golden bird had with him after eating the first piece of feed, Jiang Xuan calmed down and looked at Zhou Song with a grimace.
When Fatty Zhou saw Jiang Xuan's eyes falling on him, he could only touch his scratched and bloody forehead, and then said mournfully:
"Master Dao, I told you that I didn't know that the bird was raised by you. Do you believe it?"
Jiang Xuan nodded, believing what he said, and then said:
"You came here today with the four treasures for making talismans, medicinal materials for alchemy, and rare spiritual birds. You don't just want to be friends with me, right?"
Seeing Jiang Xuan's tone relaxed, Zhou Song suddenly showed a surprised expression:
"You don't mind if I catch your bird?"
Listening to the words full of ambiguity, Jiang Xuan held a mouthful of Chinese quintessence in his heart.
It's not true if you say it, and it's not true if you don't say it. It really hurts my balls.
"The little guy likes to run around, so just think of it as a lesson. Anyway, nothing happened."
After saying this, Jiang Xuan walked towards the house.
Fatty Zhou followed him step by step. As for Jiang Wu, he was looking up at the birds and foxes on the roof, his eyes full of hope.
When he came to the house, he used Tai Chi Yang Qi to boil the tea. Jiang Xuan made Zhou Song a cup of tea and asked again:
"What happened when you went up the mountain this time?"
"If you continue to treat me with the same tactics of making peace and apologizing, then just go down the mountain by yourself."