Hidden Mountain Demon

Chapter 3: Gophers
The bright moon falls on the west mountain, and the golden crow rises from the east col.

Ban Cang breathed out a mouthful of turbid air, feeling refreshed, stretched his waist, jumped lightly, and jumped off the ancient tree.

The crow from yesterday was still curled up on a dry tree branch not far away, its head stuffed under its wings, trembling.

Ban Cang thinks this crow is very interesting. The tree is obviously bare, so it must not be its nest. If he didn't go back all night, he might be watching his family sucking moonlight.

Sneaked quietly, squatted under the tree branch, and roared: "Hey! Get up, the sun is drying your butt."

The crow on the tree branch trembled suddenly, pulled out its head in a panic, looked around, and both eyes bulged out.

There is only a touch of white in the eastern sky, so there is no sun.

After seeing the leopard under the tree clearly, its two wings fluttered up and down, "Silly leopard, the roaring, quacking, and quacking in the early morning scares me, hateful, hateful."

Seeing the furious look of the terrified crow, Ban Cang couldn't help laughing: "You don't go back to the nest all night, why are you naked?"

"I want you to manage."

"Uh...you are watching me practice."

"No"

"You're blushing"

The red-billed crow quickly patted its head with its wings, but immediately reacted, "Nonsense, my face is covered with hair."

Immediately, there was a silence for three seconds.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Ban Cang thought about it, and felt that this red-billed crow was quite smart, and if he could practice together in the future, he could be regarded as a companion.Who made myself really lonely and depressed right now.

"Who cares."

"Then you watched it last night."

"...Don't you just bask in the moon, I've seen it too. Hmph—"

Ban Cang's eyes widened immediately.The red-billed crow was frightened by him, and said softly, "I really don't care."

"You just said..., have you seen it too?"

If I have seen it, it means that there are other creatures nearby who know how to practice. Could it be said that they are monsters in legends, whether they are enemies or friends, how should I deal with myself.

For a moment, Ban Cang was in a state of confusion.

The red-billed crow looked at the leopard who seemed a little irritable, his eyes flickering, not knowing what to say, he lowered his head and pecked at his three claws for a while, thinking about it.

"There is a den of weasels on the south slope, the leader is old and teethless, and the moon shines at night."

Ban Cang felt that for his own sake, he decided to ask carefully.

Then a red-billed jay and a black leopard whined and quacked for a long time in the tree and under the tree, and finally understood.

The litter of weasels on the southern slope has lived there for 40 to [-] years, and I don't know how many generations it has changed.

Red-billed crows always like to wander around. Three years ago, they accidentally found an old-fashioned weasel basking in the moon at night. They thought it was very strange, so they watched it a few times, but they didn't understand it in the end.

In addition, the group of weasels had a bad temper, so I didn't go to see it. I only knew that the old weasel later became the leader of the group of weasels.

After figuring it out, Ban Cang crouched under the tree and thought secretly.

A weasel has been practicing for about three years, and he himself has been practicing for nearly a year. In addition to the physical properties, it should be about the same. The rest of the weasels are at most 20 or so, and they have not practiced before, so there should be no danger.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will find tiger cubs.

Self-cultivation is nothing but building a car behind closed doors. If you can verify with someone who also knows how to practice, you will know whether it is suitable for you to go out.

After making up his mind, he planned to invite the red-billed crow to go to investigate together.

"Quack, don't go, don't go",
As soon as the red-billed crow asked him to take him to look for it, he played a trick, "You asked and asked, and you can look for it by yourself, and I will take you there. It's no good."

When Ban Cang heard it, well, it's still a good thing, the simplicity of the animal that was agreed.

But thinking that this mountain forest is not familiar yet, look at the cunning flashing in the red-billed crow's eyes.Can't help but think of a little story I read in my previous life.

"Brother Chizui has a good heart, help me once, after hunting animals, I will eat meat, and you will eat intestines."

The red-billed crow pecked at its feathers, and its eyes immediately became bright. Turning its head and thinking about it, it was a good deal. Looking at the leopard under the tree, with its round head, it probably wouldn't lie.

So after a while, the red-billed crow set off with the spotted green, and walked around the woods for more than an hour. After walking for more than 20 miles, there was a chirping noise coming from the front.

"Quack, here we are."

Ban Cang pushed aside the long weeds in front of him and saw all kinds of messy stones piled up on a gentle slope facing the sun, and more than 20 weasels were jumping and chattering on it.

When Ban Cang was thinking about how to say hello, the weasels also reacted. When they saw a black leopard slowly approaching, all kinds of noise stopped suddenly, and the forest became a strange silence.

A small stone that had just been kicked away by a weasel was still rolling around indiscriminately.Small, yellowish figures stood on the rocks, with a pair of round eyeballs circling around.There are a few big mouths that are still open.

"I'm here to find your leader."

"grumble--",
With a long scream, twenty yellowish figures crazily and thoughtlessly burrowed into the soil hole under the rock, creating a lot of dust.

"Uh, am I that scary?" Ban Cang said innocently,
The red-billed crow on the tree tapped its mouth, not wanting to say anything.

Ban Cang had no choice but to shout towards the chaotic stone: "I'm looking for your leader, is your leader here?"

Except for a few weeds shaking on the rocky beach, no one responded.

"..."

After half a cup of tea, a dingy head with a few sparse yellow hairs finally emerged from behind a rock, as if it could be retracted at any time, with eyes rolling, looking at the leopard opposite and tremblingly asked: "I It's the leader, what do you want from me?"

Seeing such a cowardly weasel leader, Ban Cang has one head and two big ones: "I heard that you can practice, so come here to ask for advice."

The weasel scratched the long beard on its mouth, "I don't know what cultivation is."

Ban Cang froze, and looked at the red-billed crow.

"Quack, I promise, I really saw it basking in the moon like you at night before."

The red-billed crow patted his chest with his wings to show that he was not lying.

Looking at the weasel again, it seemed that it had just discovered that there was a red-billed crow on the tree, and its whole body trembled instantly.

Ban Cang thought it was time to scare the timid-looking weasel.

Walking towards the stone with strides, wisps of thick breath sprayed out from his nose, which looked particularly terrifying.

Although I have been practicing for a year, I still don't know how to use the qi in my body, and I can't retract it freely, but Ban Cang usually finds that as long as I release it a little bit, my physical strength will increase, and it seems that people around me will An inexplicable power lingers.

The old chinchilla trembled even more when he saw this scene.

"Grandpa Leopard, spare your life, Grandpa Leopard, forgive me, I feel comfortable basking in the moon, I really don't know what cultivation is."

"Get out and tell me the truth."

Looking at the faint black mist around the leopard, the weasel cried and said, "Grandpa Leopard, I dare not."

"Ahh-"

The white fangs of the leopard's mouth were exposed.

"Grandpa Bao, don't be angry, I'll come out, I'll come out."

After the old chinchilla got out from behind the stone, its four slender legs were trembling non-stop, and the sparse fur on its body was fluttering, making it look very miserable.

"Tell me how you know about cultivation and how you practice it. If you're lying...hehe..."

Seeing the leopard staring at his thin arms and legs, the old chinchilla's scalp tingled for a while.

"I said, I said, I ate a strange blade of grass three years ago, and then I felt sober in my head, and after a few nights, I felt that the moon in the sky for several years was beautiful Very, very eye-catching, I thought about opening my mouth to inhale, but in the end I felt that there were strands of light penetrating into my body, which was very comfortable, and I really don’t know how to practice the rest.”

"No concealment?"

"Grandpa, my little life is in your hands, don't dare to hide it."

The old ground squirrel was lying on the ground, looking at the leopard in front of him weakly with a pair of small eyes, terrified.

Ban Cang felt a little dazed, if what the weasel said was true, the first time he took the moonlight, he would have the moonlight visible to the naked eye, is his talent so high?
Before, after I felt the faint sense of Qi in my body, and after inhaling the invisible and qualityless moonlight for more than a month, I could see the faint moonlight entering my body.

Later, he slowly pondered, probably like a magnet, the more accumulated in his body, the greater the mass suction, and the more moonlight he can slowly attract.

Now when he smokes Yuehua every night, Yuehua is as thick as a baby's fingers. Look at the wretched weasel lying on the ground.

"This old bastard is so awesome! No way!"

The weasel looked at the leopard in silence, a long leopard tail swung heavily, not daring to breathe, and lay down even lower.

Ban Cang took a look at the weasel with sparse yellow fur and almost lost its teeth, shook his head, and cleared his mind of the idea that this guy is a genius or a different kind of beast.

It seems that the problem still lies in the blade of grass.

"Hey, what does the blade of grass you eat look like, where did you find it?"

"Ah, there is a bunch of beards, long, red on the top, smells fishy, ​​and has a faint fragrance. I found it in Jishuitan."

Ban Cang carefully recalled all the medicinal herbs that could be thought of in his head, and found that there was no one that could be right.
"Take me to the Jishuitan"

"Hey, hey, okay" Hearing this, the weasel was instantly liberated, and rushed towards the nearby forest, calling from a distance, "Grandpa Leopard, come with me."

Looking at the figure that was about to disappear into the forest, "Uh...you don't have to be so active."

(End of this chapter)