Although the little eagle can fly, it has no intention of moving away. It still relies on Qingxu Temple and relies on its uncle to support it.
That morning, Gan Yu walked angrily from the bamboo forest, pointed at the eagle on the tree and cursed: "You bastard, how did you ruin the quail nest in the bamboo forest?"
The little eagle popped its head out of the nest and called out, "Chirp!"
"Okay! I'll go find your uncle to settle the score."
Gan Yu walked quickly to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Guo Song was busy putting away a pile of yams. Gan Yu walked in, spread his hands and said, "Lao Wu, look at this!"
Guo Song turned around and saw a dead quail in Gan Yu's hand. Guo Song was stunned and said, "Quail in the bamboo forest here?"
They raised more than a dozen nests of wild quails in the woods and provided them with many quail eggs every year. But now the quails are dead.
"Who did it?"
Guo Song suddenly looked towards the big tree in the yard and saw the little eagle grabbing something with its iron claws in the eagle's nest, and quail feathers kept falling from the tree.
Needless to say, the eaglet was enjoying its own prey.
"What a good thing!"
Guo Song said excitedly: "Brother, the little eagle can hunt by itself."
Gan Yu said angrily: "It has been hunting for a long time. In the past, we used to have birds chirping and flowers blooming in spring. Now there are no other birds. There is only one bird left howling every day. What do you think is going on?"
"Brother, when his mother was here, didn't he also catch the chickens we raised? I don't see you complaining. It's just a few nests of wild quails, and it's still a child!"
Gan Yu was angry and funny, "When it grows up, it won't be able to restrain itself."
Guo Song said with a smile: "If you don't restrain yourself, don't restrain yourself! What does it matter? I will go fishing with the third child later and reward him well when I come back!"
At this time, Gan Lei's voice came from outside, "Lao Wu, fat brother, go to Danzheng Lake and wait for you first!"
Fat senior brother Gan Lei yelled and went down the mountain in frustration, carrying two bamboo baskets and two bamboo spears. He didn't have Guo Song's ability to jump off the cliff, so he had to go down the mountain road honestly.
Guo Song washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen and waved to Xiaoying, "Mengzi, let's jump off the cliff!"
A black shadow soared into the sky from the eagle's nest, spread its wings and circled towards the cliff.
When Guo Song jumped off the cliff, it also folded its wings and fell towards the cliff.
.........
When Guo Song found Gan Lei, it was almost noon, and the little eagle didn't follow. It had to take a nap at noon. I don't know when it developed this bad habit.
I saw Gan Lei sitting behind a big rock, with five or six fish on the branches, busy grilling!
"Brother, you wouldn't have caught so many fish in one morning, would you?" Guo Song glanced at the empty bamboo basket and smiled.
"Bullshit, can I jump down the mountain like a monkey like you? It took a long time on the road, okay? I've been here less than half an hour!"
Gan Lei handed him two sticks of grilled fish, "Eat! When you are full, you are responsible for catching the fish. I didn't sleep well last night. I want to bask in the sun and take a nap."
Guo Song knew this senior brother's problem. He always wanted to be lazy whenever he had the chance.
He was not polite, took the grilled fish and started to eat it.
"Lao Wu, let me tell you something."
When Gan Lei was halfway through eating, he suddenly remembered something and said to Guo Song: "There will be a Zixiao Martial Arts Association next month, you know!"
The Zixiao Martial Arts Tournament is a grand martial arts competition held by various Taoist temples in Kongtong Mountain. It is held every four years. Four years ago, due to the death of the emperor, the Martial Arts Tournament was temporarily canceled.
This year is the eleventh. Taoist priests over the age of 18 and under 30 can participate. Of course, it will be hosted by Zixiao Tiangong.
Speaking of this matter, Guo Song felt a little disappointed. He nodded, "I know. The fourth child told me yesterday that it seems that only you and him can participate. I am not old enough."
Gan Lei chuckled, "I'm just telling you this. Because the last competition was not held, the rules have been changed this year. Taoist children over the age of fourteen can participate."
Guo Song was startled, "Seriously?"
"Why am I lying to you? I passed by the Zixiao Temple when I was going down the mountain, and there was a notice posted outside the gate! Fortunately, Fatty, I still know a few words, otherwise I would have been embarrassed."
Guo Song curled his lips, "It sounds like I really want to participate. You can just go. I'm not interested at all!"
"Hypocritical!"
Gan Lei jumped up, pointed at Guo Song's nose and shouted: "Don't pretend in front of me, you can't hide your little thoughts from me, brother. In your dreams, you cry and shout that you are going to participate in the competition, but now you are pretending to be Guo Zhenren
Already."
Guo Song covered his face with his hands and said with a smile: "Brother, I have to find an umbrella. Your spit is almost drowning me."
"Don't interrupt me, brat. Do you want to go or not?"
Gan Lei reached out to grab his ears, but Guo Song quickly parried, "I'm afraid of you. Isn't it okay if I want to go?"
"No sincerity at all!" Gan Lei muttered and sat down.
Guo Song said with a smile: "Senior brother, we are Taoist monks and we should not kill any living things. What will happen if people in the town see us fishing here?"
"What can I say? I will definitely shout, Hey! Little Taoist, how do you sell fish?"
Gan Lei imitated it perfectly, and they both laughed together.
Gan Lei ate another piece of grilled fish, burped, patted his belly and said with a smile, "I'll squint for a while, oh my! My back and legs are sore from walking."
Gan Lei lay down comfortably on a flat stone, and within a moment he was snoring like thunder.
After Guo Song ate the fish, he picked up his bamboo spear and patrolled the shore. His shooting speed was as fast as lightning, and one big fish was caught with one spear. In less than an hour, he caught fifty big fish.
At this time, several young Taoist priests came from the mountain talking and laughing. Guo Song raised his eyes and suddenly stared at the tallest Taoist priest inside. Although he hadn't seen him for six years, Guo Song still recognized him at a glance.
He could never forget Hengrou's face.
Six years have passed, and Guo Song's hatred for his childhood has faded a lot, but when he thinks of Han Xiaowu's legs being broken by innocent people, the hatred in his heart surges into Guo Song's heart uncontrollably.
The high Taoist priest walking in the front is Zhang Huer. He has changed his name to Zhang Qinghu, which is his Taoist name. He is currently the leader of the Qing generation in the Zixiao family.
They were ordered to go to various Taoist temples to deliver martial arts stickers, informing the Zixiao Martial Arts Association of the time, place, registration conditions, etc. Zhang Qinghu paused and saw Guo Song.
He was only slightly stunned for a moment before he recognized it.
"Hey! Isn't this the hero Guo Cao Guo? I haven't seen him for many years."
Zhang Qinghu walked up with a ferocious smile on his face, "We all heard that you were eaten by wild dogs. Just now I thought you had faked the corpse."
Guo Song gave him a cold look and ignored him.
Zhang Qinghu felt the chill in Guo Song's eyes, and his heart suddenly trembled. How could this little bastard's eyes become so sharp?
However, he would not take Guo Song seriously. He was one of the top masters of the Qing generation, and many disciples who were senior to him had also been defeated by him.
Zhang Qinghu laughed, then looked at Guo Song and said, "I wonder which old bastard picked you up and raised you well!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of cold light, and a flying knife suddenly hit his eyes. With a 'click', his Taoist crown was split into two pieces, and his long hair fell down.
Zhang Qinghu was so frightened that he trembled all over and took a few steps back.
Gan Lei sat up and said fiercely: "You bastard again, I should have killed you six years ago, but you dare to insult my master."
Zhang Qinghu also recognized Gan Lei. Six years ago, this big fat man beat him up in the town. He still remembered it vividly. He was frightened and pointed at Gan Lei and shouted, "Wait, you damn fat man, I will
Go back and find someone to take care of you."
Gan Lei pulled out another flying knife, which frightened Zhang Qinghu so much that he rolled and stumbled towards the mountain. Several of his companions also ran away with him.
Gan Lei stretched, stood up, picked up the throwing knife, and said to Guo Song: "How can you bear it when he insults you like that?"
Guo Song said calmly: "He is already dead in my eyes, so why not let him live a few more years?"
"Don't speak so profoundly. Fatty, I don't know much and can't understand. Just one sentence! Are you waiting for the day you leave the mountain to kill him?"
Guo Song ignored him, waved his bamboo spear, and got another big fish.
"Ha! We actually caught so many. It's enough. Let's go back quickly! You have to chop wood, and I have to cook."
The two brothers each carried a basket of fish on their backs and walked quickly up the mountain.