Time flies, six years have passed in a flash, and it is the fourth year of Dali in the Tang Dynasty. Li Longji, who launched the coup to seize the throne and regained the throne, died four years ago. The emperor's grandson Li Yu ascended the throne and changed the reign name to Dali.
Guo Song also grew from an eight-year-old child to a fourteen-year-old boy.
In the early morning, thick fog like milk shrouded Kongtong Mountain, and Qingxu Temple was also filled with heavy fog.
Guo Song stood on the cliff to the west, silently looking at the heavy fog in front of him. Although he was only fourteen years old, he was already five feet eight inches tall, which is about 1.75 meters, with broad shoulders and a thin waist.
He is tall and well-proportioned, and the muscles in his arms are extremely strong, as if he contains explosive power.
His face is slightly longer, with a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows that go straight into his hair, and his eyes are slightly narrowed, with a hint of chill. However, he has a huge lion nose, which brings a sense of joy that dilutes the joy in Guo Song's eyes.
Chill.
Guo Song took a breath, straightened his body slightly, jumped out of the cliff like a big bird, and disappeared into the white mist.
When he was more than twenty feet below, he grabbed the vine, and his arms withstood the strong downward momentum. His limit was thirty feet, and beyond thirty feet his arms could not withstand the downward momentum.
He immediately let go of his hand and threw himself down again. About fifty feet away from the top of the cliff, he grabbed the vine again and stabilized his body.
Then he let go again, and threw his body downward again, stopping five times in the middle, and finally reached the bottom of the cliff, which was 120 feet deep.
Above the head is a huge smooth stone wall, surrounded by towering trees. Several monkeys are jumping up and down on the trees, as if they are mocking Guo Song for falling to the bottom of the cliff.
Guo Song found the iron sand bags that had been thrown down at the bottom of the cliff. Each sand bag weighed thirty kilograms. He tied the two iron sand bags tightly to his legs and started climbing up the mountain.
He is very familiar with the path to climb up. The key is that he has to withstand the force of sixty kilograms of falling, which is equivalent to carrying a child on his back to climb the cliff with his bare hands. However, he has persisted for six years, from the initial ten kilograms to the current six.
Ten kilograms, he has become very accustomed to climbing the cliff with this kind of weight.
The terrible thing is that he has to climb ten times, which consumes a lot of physical strength. If he only climbs once, he can even climb up the cliff with his fourth senior brother weighing a hundred kilograms on his back.
In just one stick of incense, Guo Song jumped up to the top of the cliff easily. He took off the iron sand bag and threw it down the cliff again, ready to start again.
At this time, a desolate eagle call came from the sky. Guo Song looked up and saw a huge goshawk circling in the sky.
This is their neighbor. The second senior brother named it Mengzi. Its nest is on the stone wall a hundred feet high, but he never gets close when he jumps from the cliff. That is the territory of the eagle. For six years, they have been living in peace and harmony.
Guo Song had been watching the goshawk fold its wings and enter the hole. His heart was as calm as water, unaffected by anything, and he lightly jumped down and pounced down the mountain again.
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After the practice, Guo Song picked up a fish basket and a shrimp basket and went down the mountain to look for food.
Senior brother Gan Lei broke the drinking ban last night and was punished by his master to face the wall for three days. He ran away and faced the wall without having to work. Guo Song had to go foraging alone.
However, his ability to forage now far exceeds that of his third senior brother. It is early spring in February, and the river at the foot of the mountain has just thawed, but the mountains are still covered with ice and snow, and spring will not officially begin until mid-March.
Now there is nothing to eat in the mountains, so we can only go to the river at the foot of the mountain to catch fish, so Guo Song brought another fish bone.
There are two places to catch fish in Kongtong Mountain. One is Danzheng Lake in the front mountain. There are rich fish products there and there are many people fishing there. Various Taoist temples go there to fish. Guo Song is reluctant to go there, but every day
Gan Lei forced him to go every time.
Guo Song prefers the Yanzhi River in the back mountain. The terrain there is steep, the water is fast, and there are cliffs on both sides. If the martial arts is weaker, it is impossible to get down at all. And Taoist priests with strong martial arts naturally don't have to do such rough work as foraging, so Yanzhi
The river is rarely used for fishing.
Gan Lei is not here today, so of course Guo Song is going to Rouge River.
He jumped directly from the cliff and ran quickly along a mountain road at the bottom of the cliff. In less than a quarter of an hour, he reached the Rouge River in the back mountain. The current Rouge River is not as majestic as it was in mid-spring. The ice and snow have just melted and the water is gurgling.
Many large rocks are exposed above the water, but this also forms many large and small pools, and there are fish and shrimp in the pools.
Guo Song climbed down the cliff as easily as an ape. If he hadn't been afraid of being seen, he could have easily jumped down from the cliff more than ten feet high, using the willow trees below as a buffer to easily descend into the stream.
‘Chirp--’ came an eagle’s cry in the air.
The Mengzi hovered above his head again, and Guo Song smiled and waved to it. After six years of companionship, he felt that the goshawk already knew him.
Guo Song found the largest pool of water in the pool. Of course, the pool is flowing. When it is full, it overflows and forms a pool again below. This is a scene that only occurs in early spring. A month later, the ice and snow in the mountains melted, and the water in the Rouge River surged.
, roaring like thunder, forming waterfalls one after another and rushing down the mountain.
Guo Song inspected Jishuitan for a while. With a wave of his hand, the fish bone shot out like an arrow. When he pulled it out from the water, there was already a half-foot-long carp wagging its tail in despair.
Guo Song took out a knife and cut open the fish belly, pulled out all the internal organs, threw it into the shrimp basket, and then sank the shrimp basket into the pool. This is the secret skill of catching shrimps. If he comes to pick it up at this time tomorrow, there will be at least half a basket of shrimps.
Already.
At this time, a black shadow passed over his head. Guo Song smiled, picked up the carp and threw it far to the shore.
After a while, the slightly hypocritical goshawk approached the carp reluctantly. It grabbed the fish with its talons, lowered its head and took a few bites, then raised its head and looked around warily.
It grabbed the fish with its claws and was about to flap its wings and fly away. At this moment, a yellow shadow rushed out from behind a big rock next to it. It was as fast as lightning and knocked the goshawk down from behind.
Bite it on the back of the neck.
Guo Song was shocked. He grabbed the fish bone without thinking, raised his arms and shot out. The fish bone quickly shot the arrow, 'Poof!', and shot through the yellow figure. The yellow figure screamed and rolled to the side. The goshawk was able to break free at the critical point of life and death, stumbling
It spread its wings and flew up, but the fish didn't want it anymore. It screamed twice and circled towards the cliff nest.
Guo Song ran forward and saw eagle feathers all over the ground. The yellow figure turned out to be a skinny fox that had been stabbed to death. It must have been hungry in the winter, and even eagles had become its prey.
Guo Song saw a little blood on the fox's mouth. It must be that the goshawk was also injured. Guo Song sighed softly. Although he had seen many such scenes of the weak and the strong, he knew the eagle and he was really worried about its condition.
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Fishing alone was not enough. Guo Song also picked some polygonatum and poria nearby, and also dug out more than a dozen nests of yam eggs. These are medicinal materials and are also food for Taoist priests, as well as astragalus, fleece-flower root, kudzu root, and wild gourds.
These are all edible things.
In summer and autumn, there are various mountain fruits, especially red dates and persimmons. There are many in Kongtong Mountain. In autumn, they are picked in large quantities and dried into dried dates and persimmons, which become winter food.
In the afternoon, he returned to the Taoist Temple carrying a small basket of fish and mountain products.
Guo Song is still responsible for cooking. Last year, Master Mu Zhenzi's son came up the mountain to visit his father. He also built a Qingxu Temple in the capital and begged his father to return to the capital to practice, but Mu Zhenzi refused.
But before his son left, Mu Zhenren asked his eldest disciple Gan Feng to return to the capital with him and become the master of the Qingxu Temple in the capital.
As for the other disciples, their minds are not on cultivation and will soon go their separate ways.
Guo Song was busy alone in the kitchen. He was squatting on the ground peeling yam eggs, when he saw a thick, rough-skinned hand reaching out from the window and surreptitiously touching something in the steamer.
He was angry and funny, "Master is not here, what are you afraid of?"
Gan Lei jumped in from the window with a "Ha!", grabbed a few bracken and rice dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth. He was really hungry.
It is very relaxing to meditate in seclusion, you don't have to work, and you can sleep until the end of time. However, you only have one dinner a day, which is considered a punishment. Of course, this kind of punishment will not trouble a fat man like Gan Lei.
"Junior brother, why didn't you give your brother food at noon?" he complained vaguely.
"Hey! Didn't you solve it yourself every time, and now you're counting on me?"
Gan Lei had no time to explain to him, so he devoured seven or eight vegetable dumplings, scooped out a bowl of fish soup for himself, put two fish on it, squatted aside, and ate the fish and the soup.
"Brother, Mengzi is injured!" Guo Song's eyebrows were covered with a layer of worry.
Gan Lei raised his eyebrows and looked at Guo Song in surprise, "What's going on?"
"I was bitten by a fox in the Rouge River." Guo Song briefly told what happened during the day.
Gan Lei waved his hand, "As long as it can fly, it will be fine. If you go back and recuperate for a few days, you can see it."
Even so, Guo Song still had an unspeakable worry in his heart.