Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 62 This is really a magical world!
(At noon, the collection of this book has finally exceeded [-]. At this gratifying and congratulatory moment, is it enough reason to ask for a ticket for dinner?)
Naturally, the little milk tiger did not dare to compete with Yun Buliu for food. It obediently lay down in front of the wooden basin, its small head moved up and down with his movements, and its cute big eyes just looked at him quietly, occasionally sticking out its tongue He licked his tiger lips, as if he was reminiscing about the taste just now, with a little desire.

The little white snake became more courageous, and swam to his side, raised its small head, and poked its head towards the clay pot in his hand, and stretched and retracted the scarlet snake letter.

When it saw him raise the clay pot so that his whole head was about to be buried in the pot, it swept his calf with its snake tail, as if it had a small appearance of 'you are too much'.

After seeing that they were so greedy, he smiled and gave them a piece of tiger's heart. Seeing that they changed from anticipation and longing to jumping for joy, he also followed suit.

He found that sometimes being happy is as simple as that.

After drinking the tiger heart soup, he added a handful of firewood to the stone pot, and then he ran to pack up the remaining python meat, tied it with a rope, hung it on the porch of the small bamboo building, and left it for cooking tomorrow morning.

Then soak the snake skin in a large stone mortar with tiger skin soaked in the cave, soak it in salt water, and prepare to use grass charcoal and silt to rub off the meat scraps on the snake skin tomorrow.

After dinner, he lit a bonfire in the small bamboo building, then found a piece of relatively soft crocodile skin, measured the size, then cut the crocodile skin into pieces with wild boar tusks, and then used bark fibers to wrap the crocodile skin into pieces. Alligator skin is sewn into an alligator vest.

All the clothes on him were scrapped, the shirt was torn out of shape, and the trousers were not much worse, with holes all over them, and there was no way to mend them.

The only pair of underwear was about to rot.

Thinking about it, he used the softer crocodile skin to sew a pair of boxers for himself, and then used the relatively harder and rougher crocodile carapace to sew a leather skirt.

Although he has never sewed clothes, Yun Buliu is not worried about his hands-on ability. After all, it is just a simple vest, a pair of simple underwear, and an even simpler battle skirt.

At the same time, he thoughtfully prepared to sew a leather skirt for the Monkey King. That guy has no shame at all, and he is naked every time, which is really an eyesore.

It is not difficult to sew with boar tusks to pierce holes and bone needles to thread needles.

In just one night, he sewed a set of crocodile leather armor to wear on his body. Although the leather was a little stiff due to poor handling, it still felt pretty good.

Originally, he thought the short skirt was relatively simple, and he planned to sew a piece of trapezoidal crocodile skin together on both sides.But after trying it, he found that walking was no problem, but running became a problem.

So he changed the simple leather skirt into a battle skirt, that is, cut the leather skirt into four pieces, one for the front, one for the front, one for the left, one for the left, and one for the left. This way, it was very convenient to move around.

Just to hold the skirt in place, he had to sew a few earrings at the waistline of the skirt for belts or ropes.

……

The next morning, he put on the leather armor that he sewed last night, the crocodile soft leather vest, soft leather boxers and thick leather battle skirt, and he felt pretty good.Although he was somewhat uncomfortable wearing a rough leather skirt, it always felt like a girl wearing a skirt.

But in this mountain, no one would laugh at him for dressing up as a woman.

Then he roasted some tiger meat, and took the tiger meat and the rough leather skirt to the monkey.

If you want women's clothing, let everyone wear it together. It's better to have fun alone than to have fun with everyone!
When the Golden Monkey King received the women's crocodile skin skirt from Yun Buliu, he was so excited, he put it on on the spot, tied the belt, and twirled in front of Yun Buliu Circle, those who didn’t know it thought it was a beautiful female monkey!

When the monkey king was happy, he asked the monkey group to go back to get monkey wine, and gave him a few more bamboo tubes.

Seeing this, Yun Buliu scolded himself inwardly for being stupid. If he had known that the monkey liked it so much and could exchange it for monkey wine so easily, he should have given him a skirt long ago!
Satisfied with wine, Yun Buliu carried a few bamboo tubes of monkey wine and went back to the small bamboo building humming a little song.

"...I want the sky to never cover my eyes again, I want this earth to never bury my heart again, I want all sentient beings to understand my intentions, and all the Buddhas to disappear..."

In the mountains and forests, his voice of howling ghosts and wolves was raised, startling the flying birds.

This is "Wukong Biography" sung by the Sewing Machine Band. When he saw this Monkey King, he couldn't help thinking of this song, and hummed it before he knew it.

It's a pity that no one appreciates his performance level at the level of a song god.

……

Time flies by like a horse.

The sky in September is still clear.

But the bleakness of autumn has come.

The green grass on the green grass has turned yellow, and the mountains and forests are full of leaves.

The sun shines through the increasingly thinning branches and leaves, and falls on the ground. Walking barefoot on the soft dead leaves, you can feel the infinite warmth from the dead leaves.

Lying on the dead leaves, looking at the cloudless blue sky beyond the branches, listening to the chirping of birds, feeling the softness of the mountain wind passing through the forest leaves and blowing on the body, one can't help but be intoxicated.

The idiots of Goose Village, who lived by the great lake, finally began to fly south in groups, and they didn't know where to fly to the south for the winter.

It can be seen from this that the winter here should be a bit cold.

Otherwise, there is no need for those fools from Goose Village to move south.

At noon, the sky suddenly became cloudy.

In the afternoon, the autumn rain arrived as scheduled.

The rain curtain covered the sky, buried the mountains and rivers, and the world was silent.

Yun Buliu pulled the two bamboo chairs on the terrace back into the small bamboo building, lay down on the bamboo chairs boredly, boiled water to make tea with the yellow clay stove, and lit some incense foam with the incense burner.

Smelling the fragrance of burning natural wood powder, sipping tea, listening to the sound of wind and rain... He felt that his life had entered the process of the old man in advance, and his mind was peaceful.

The four-month-old little milk tiger nestled at his feet, with his little head resting on the tiger's paws, looking boredly at the hazy world connected by the rain outside the small building, looking listless.

I don't know if it's because those goose village idiots who are usually used by it to molested left without saying goodbye, making it feel a little overwhelmed and at a loss.

The little fur ball was on another bamboo chair, and from time to time, his little head was quietly reaching for the teacup on the tea table between the two reclining chairs, as if he wanted to taste this thing that could make Yun Buliu enjoy it.In fact, it is just boring to play with the water vapor rising from the teacup.

It has tasted the taste of tea a long time ago, but it is a pity that it is completely unable to taste the endless aftertaste of sweetness in the bitterness, and it swallowed it up after taking a sip.

Although a little bit of tea was spoiled by it, it is also a rare experience to be able to see its little facial expression that is about to squeeze together.

The little white snake didn't seem to dislike the wet weather. It slipped out of the small bamboo building, drenched in the rain on the terrace, opened its thorny scales from time to time, and shook its body, as if it was playing in the water.

At this time, it really looks like a dragon.

It's a pity that it can't fly out of thin air like a dragon and roam between heaven and earth.

Looking at these strange little pets he raised, he couldn't help feeling secretly: This is really a magical world!
The autumn rain fell intermittently for more than two hours before it stopped. After calculating the time, Yun Buliu got up to prepare dinner for himself and the three little pets.

Fortunately, a downpour of more than two months ago allowed him to build a roof and three walls for this open-air small kitchen, otherwise the firewood would have been soaked long ago.

Dinner was golden pheasant stewed with mushrooms. The golden pheasant happened to be hunted during training in the big forest in the morning. A bone drill easily passed through its neck and killed it.

In the outskirts of the big forest, it is almost difficult to see the golden pheasant anymore. After the mushrooms began to grow, this thing was frequently attacked by Yun Buliu.

The mushrooms were just picked today. There are still a lot of mushrooms in the forest, and he has already dried a lot of mushrooms. He is not afraid that there will be nothing to eat in winter.

Therefore, the depth of his entry into the forest is getting deeper and deeper.

In the past, at most, it would stop after advancing for about ten miles, because of the threat of the big black tiger.

The deepest time he has entered now is fifty or sixty kilometers.Then I met a very ordinary leopard, and the leopard just saw his figure and ran away.

Fortunately, it escaped quickly, otherwise he would have shot it down from the tree with a spear.

After that, there was no sign of the leopard moving in his direction again, probably because he was frightened by his speed and lethality!

But the golden pheasant was not big, weighing less than ten catties, so he roasted some pieces of bison next to the stone stove.

(End of this chapter)