Fang Ming and Han Qiaoqiao walked under the night light. Behind them, Lao Huang followed unhurriedly, running into the grass next to them from time to time, and then lifting his hind legs, leaving traces of coquettishness.
"Fang Ming, killing dogs will lead to retribution. I remember there is a dog meat festival in one place. So many dogs are killed every day. Will there be retribution as well?"
Han Qiaoqiao just received a call from Qin Susu. On the phone, Qin Susu said that her second brother was receiving treatment in the hospital. Although he no longer convulsed and foamed, he became crazy. The doctor said that he probably had rabies.
"There will be some retribution, but it cannot be compared with Qin Song's situation." Fang Ming knew what Han Qiaoqiao meant. In fact, he had also seen discussions about a dog meat festival in a certain place on the Internet.
"In some places, it is a folk custom that has been passed down for many years, and most of the dogs raised there are meat dogs. These meat dogs are originally used for food, so they will not suffer any retribution."
"Killing in order to maintain life is in line with the laws of heaven and is inevitable."
Fang Ming smiled slightly, and he remembered a piece of news, saying that a dog lover went to that place and bought more than a thousand dogs that were going to be slaughtered. Many people praised this as a great charity.
But later, these more than a thousand dogs all became stray dogs, because to raise a thousand dogs requires a very large dog farm. In addition, dog food alone is also a huge expense. That person
Dog lovers eventually abandoned these dogs.
"It's okay not to kill too much just for the sake of talking, but we humans also have to live and survive, and we can't go too far."
"There is a poem called: I advise you not to eat three-month-old crucian carp, thousands of fish larvae are in your belly. I advise you not to hunt three-spring birds, for the babies are in the nest waiting for their mothers to return. I advise you not to eat three-month-old frogs, there are hundreds of thousands of lives in your belly.
."
Hearing Fang Ming's words, Han Qiaoqiao nodded her head to express her understanding.
"Keji."
A black bird suddenly appeared above Fang Ming's head, flapping its wings continuously.
"What an ugly bird, Fang Ming, be careful not to get hit by bird poop."
Han Qiaoqiao glanced at the black bird above her head with disgust. The black bird was indeed not liked by girls.
"Well……"
Fang Ming didn't know how to answer for a moment, because he knew why Xiao Hei was flying here at this time. He was calling him to go home and practice.
Because only by practicing on his own can Xiao Hei absorb the power of the stars.
Since the last time he brought Xiao Hei to the Magic City, Fang Ming didn't know where Xiao Hei went during the day, but as long as he practiced every night, Xiao Hei would come to him and absorb the starlight emanating from his body.
power.
Normally, it was time for him to practice, so Xiao Hei would come out to look for him when he saw that he had not returned. However, Fang Ming was also a little curious about how Xiao Hei could find him. Could it be that Xiao Hei left a mark on himself?
?
It seemed that this was the only possible explanation. Thinking of this, Fang Ming felt a little bit at a loss because he couldn't find Xiao Hei at all.
Of course, it was just a joke in my heart. Xiao Hei signed a contract with him, which was a profit for him, because he could absorb the energy of the earth, which could not be exchanged for anything.
"Ahem, this is my friend, his name is Xiao Hei."
Fang Ming explained. Han Qiaoqiao looked at Xiao Hei hovering above him with a speechless expression on his face, "Fang Ming, you actually raise birds. How old are you?
Human habits.”
As a star, Han Qiaoqiao was chased by many rich young men, including many of the Manchu survivors in the capital. In order to show off, these young men took her to see some of the birds, eagles and other pets they kept.
She kept rolling her eyes, which is a typical example of getting lost in playing with things.
So when Fang Ming said that Xiao Hei was his friend, Han Qiaoqiao took it for granted that this was Fang Ming's bird.
"Fang Ming, I'm not talking about you. You are still young now. Although you have some abilities, you still have to work hard. Otherwise, if you don't marry Ziyu when the time comes, you will lose your ambition by playing with things."
Fang Ming was dumbfounded and could only answer: "Sister Qiao Qiao is right. I was wrong. The goal of making the country strong has not yet been achieved. I should work hard to contribute to the modernization of the motherland and contribute to the dream of making the country strong."
, work hard to improve the construction of national spiritual culture and promote more positive energy."
"Poor." Han Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes at Fang Ming.
"This is really not poverty, this is the dream in my heart."
"Your dream, why?"
"Because there are too many people suffering from pinkeye, we must show our own attitude to avoid encountering the harmonious beast one day."
"What is the Divine Beast of Harmony?"
"A very powerful mythical beast. Rumor has it that it is the number one mythical beast in China. Once it takes action, it will be unbeatable in the world."
…
In the end, Fang Ming sent Han Qiaoqiao to the gate of the community, but he did not take a taxi, but slowly walked back home.
Xiao Hei seemed to be tired from flying, so he landed on Fang Ming's shoulder, with Old Huang following behind. The shadows of one person, one bird and one dog were dragged long under the light.
…
In the next few days, Fang Ming returned to Qingmen Mountain because the construction of Qingmen Mountain had been completed and everything was constructed according to his design. After all, this was related to the future of the Hu family. Hu Fu and others had always been
Staring.
At this moment, the lake on the top of Qingmen Mountain has completely changed. Outside the lake, there is an oval stone pillar platform, which surrounds the small mountain forest in the middle.
Of course, this platform is hollow, with a total of six circles, each circle is smaller than the other, and there is space between each circle, with a width of about three meters.
Of course, there is also a two-meter-long stone slab connecting these six circles, but the position of the stone slab connected in each circle is different, so it looks intricate from a distance, just like a gossip.
Similarly, the mountain forest has also undergone changes. All the trees have been trimmed. The originally dense mountain forest has become neat and orderly. Half of the trees have been uprooted, yes, uprooted.
And these pits where trees were pulled out were not wasted. Each pit was carved with a sculpture of a bird. From the sculpture to the sparrow, a total of eighty-one sculptures were carved.
It was as if all the eighty-one birds had made a nest in this pit.
In the middle of the woods, there is a grave that has been dug. The location of this grave is where the fifth grandfather of the Hu family is going to be buried.
Everything is ready, now it’s just time for the burial.
However, Fang Ming did not plan to bury him now because he had to wait until some time.