I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 9

The mountain wind whimpers like a ghost crying at night.

Song You sat back in the safe place.

It's about four feet wide here.According to Song You's personal feeling, one foot of Dayan is roughly equivalent to about [-] centimeters in his previous life. The width here is the width of a canopy bed in a dormitory school, and the height is about the same. Anyway, he can't stand up.

A stone wall and a cliff.

The lanterns filled with sunlight were placed on the ground, illuminating a small area on the chiseled path, and there is a bit of warmth in the narrow place.

The three-flowered cat was running left and right, sniffing here and there, walking to the edge of the cliff from time to time, sticking its head out to look left and right, lost in thought.

It can be seen that it is a little uneasy after arriving in a strange place, and finally seems to feel that the person next to it is the most familiar person in this place, so it frowned and looked up at Song You several times, tentatively, a little At one point, he moved to Song You's side and lay down.

Song You had already closed his eyes and meditated quietly.

Mountains and rivers have spirits, mountains have spirits of mountains, waters have spirits of water, and mountains have spirits of mountains. They are all different and need to be carefully understood.

The mountain wind whimpering in the ear, the awe of the people down the mountain, the famous quatrains left by countless literati and inkmen for thousands of years, and every pen carved on the cliff by people thousands of years ago to protect safety, walk through Everyone, even those who stumbled and fell from here, are part of this mountain spirit.

The aura in the mountains is blown by the wind and gathers here.

Sanhuamao shrank back to Song You because it was timid, but now it seemed that it had found something more comfortable, and moved closer to Song You.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the stars and the moon came out one after another, the temperature dropped a little bit, Sanhuamao could not help getting closer and closer to Song You, and finally just slept next to him, only to feel the heat coming from him to warm him, and there was a kind of Refreshing inner comfort.

The glow in the lantern is still on.

If someone is driving at night below, if you look up, you may find this different starlight between the cliffs above a thousand feet.

Around midnight, Song You opened his eyes.

Raising his hand, a ray of spiritual power floated in his hand.It is like a streamer of light, showing light yellow, slightly green, composed of two layers, the inner layer is a highly condensed ray of light, and the outer layer is as transparent as air and loose as smoke.

This is the harvest of this stage.

Song You's practice is the four-season cycle method, which is related to the change of weather and the cycle of solar terms, and the spiritual power he cultivates often also has the attributes of seasons.

It is exactly the opposite of the effect of the five elements practiced by the master. It can prolong life, but it is not good at strengthening the body.At the same time, each of its spiritual powers has its own magical effect, but it is not as good as the destructive power of other spiritual powers such as the Yin-Yang method.

And the spiritual power of this world grows like this——

The middle spirit core, the outer spirit energy.Only aura is a consumable, and the spiritual core is the source, which cannot be used passively.After the spiritual energy is consumed, the spiritual core will regenerate the spiritual energy with time and meditation.Meditation practice can not only increase the spiritual power, but also temper the spiritual core, just find a balance between them.

"call……"

Song You breathed out a long breath, and casually scattered the ray of spiritual power in the mountains, leaving only the spiritual core glowing yellow, which burrowed back into the body like a thin thread.

Turning his head slightly, there was a kitten next to him.

Song You stared at it motionless.

The body temperature of a cat is higher than that of a human. It's hard to tell whether the cat is borrowing his warmth or he is borrowing the warmth of the cat. In short, it is sleeping next to him at this moment, but it makes him feel the long-lost sense of dependence and trust.Seeing that it was sleeping soundly, and seemed to have no troubles at all, his heart seemed to be much more peaceful.

I really can't bear to move, so let's sleep like this tonight.

After that, in the middle of the night, some mountain monsters faintly made noises, but they didn't come to disturb Song You.Places that are inaccessible to humans often become a paradise for spirits and monsters, but without the constant traffic of human beings, the evil ghosts will disappear without a trace.

No matter how many times he woke up from the cold, it was still a quiet night for Song You.

The next morning.

There is fog in the mountains, but they are all under the cliffs.

Song You sat with his back against the cliff, eating breakfast while watching the three-colored cat next to him playing with the stones with his paws.

I ate better today than I did a few days ago.

Didn't I pass a level yesterday, the place was very lively, Song You bought some steamed buns, all stuffed with meat, including pork and eggs.Although I have passed the age of growing my body, I still can't do without meat.

I saw the three-flowered cat playing, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something, ran to the edge of the cliff, looked out with its head, turned back and said to Song You:

"It turned red!"

"what?"

"It was still green yesterday!"

"what?"

"Tree!"

"Um……"

Song You looked along.

Sure enough, the leaves of the trees growing on the cliff turned red overnight, as if it was late autumn.The light-colored stone walls and the billowing white mist below are set against the red leaves on the cliffs, making the scenery much more refined.

Song You didn't show surprise, but just looked at the scenery:

"It's the beginning of autumn today."

"beginning of autumn?"

"It's autumn."

"Cold weather."

"Almost..." Song You broke open a new steamed bun, "Does Mistress Sanhua eat stuffed buns? It's meat."

"Well?"

The three-flowered cat turned to stare at him.

The right paw pushed the stone to the left, the left paw wanted to stop it, but failed for a while, the stone fell off the cliff, making it stunned for a moment.

"It fell!"

"Eat minced meat?"

"You didn't wake up this morning, Mistress Sanhua went over there to catch a bird to eat." Sanhua Mao said, a little regretful, "It's a pity that only one was caught."

"very good."

This is a very carefree cat.

Song You quickly finished the steamed buns, got up and bent over, and said, "It's so cold on the mountain, let's go down."

"Empress Sanhua also feels cold."

"Walk."

Song You bent down and walked forward, and the three-flowered cat crawled under his feet, looking up at him while crawling.

"It's so cold here, it's hard to walk, why don't you go down?"

Song You smiled, but remained silent.

At this time, the mountain mist has not dissipated, ghosts and gods are engraved on one side of the cliff, and the abyss on the other side is full of white clouds.

Someone wrote a poem on the nearby stone wall:
I don't hate the nine deaths in the Southern Wilderness.

It is still early, the morning light is like gold, mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away in the fog, small bridges and flowing water, and villages are hidden. Such primitive mountain and village landscape paintings are rare in later generations. In such beautiful scenery, he will forget that he is in a backward place. .

……

Hearing yelling and hawking from afar, Song You knew that he and Mistress Sanhua had better luck and bumped into the market town in this village.

This kind of village market usually only opens once every few days or even ten days and a half months.

Coming to such a lively place, the Sanhuamao is unavoidably a little cautious. It lacks the vivacity of jumping up and down on the mountain road, and just clings to Song You's feet, which makes Song You always worry that he will step on its feet or its legs. Tail.

It's a pity that they came a little late, and the market was about to leave. Although there were still some vendors who were reluctant to go home, they couldn't find any fish sellers.

When you hear the same yell again, it means that you have walked around and come back.

"Taoist, what are you looking for?"

Sanhuamao raised its head and stared at Song You.

"I told you I'm not a Taoist priest."

"What is that?"

"It's complicated." Song You thought for a while and explained to it, "I just grew up in a Taoist temple. Although I practiced spells and read Taoist classics, I neither followed Taoist teachings nor worshiped Taoist gods. Even my master , and at most he can be considered a fake Taoist priest.”

"Can't understand."

Sanhuamao has an extremely sincere attitude.

"That is to say, we are just practitioners who occupy a Taoist temple and wear Taoist robes." Song You said.

"Why do you want to occupy other people's Taoism?"

"We cultivated it ourselves, our ancestors cultivated it, and passed it down." Song You explained helplessly, "The purpose is to enjoy the preferential treatment of the imperial court on religion, and some ancestors who are lazy can live the life they want with it."

"I still don't understand."

"Then you can call if you like."

"Okay, Taoist priest."

"Let's go..."

Song You said helplessly and regretfully.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned around, and the sun at noon just dispelled the fog, and he saw rows of willow trees by the river in the distance. Under a willow tree, an old man was sitting by the river wearing a bamboo hat, holding a fish in his hand. The pole is being lifted.

"Miss Sanhua, please wait for me here."

Song You walked along the river through the willows, and soon came to Yusou's side, respectfully: "Old man, you are polite, dare to ask if Yuhuo is for sale?"

"The old man catches small fish, and he eats it himself. Mister, you should go to the market to buy it."

"Recently, I got married with a flower cat, and I met and accompanied it for a journey, but I never gave it a betrothal gift. I felt guilty. I passed by here today and wanted to buy two small fishes as a betrothal gift for it, but I just went shopping in the market. , and I haven’t bought it yet.” Song You said respectfully, “I have to turn to the old man for help.”

"So, why not give Mr. two?"

"How dare you accept a gift from an old man? I will buy it at the market price!"

"The old man is more willing to give it to the husband."

"Thank you, old man."

Song You didn't dare to refuse any more, because the old man had already given him fish, and correspondingly, he should also give the old man a heartfelt gift.

Soon-

Song You carried two small fish, and went back through the willow again. The three-flowered cat had a cicada in its mouth. It had just caught it, and it was sitting here waiting for him.

Seeing him approaching, it lowered its head and spit the cicada on the ground: "Taoist, I just caught a cicada, do you want to eat it?"

"Thank you, no."

Song You was also very solemn. While rejecting it, he bent down and handed the little fish to it, with a sincere attitude: "Mistress Sanhua, I would like to marry you. This is my betrothal gift for you. Although the gift is light, it is mine. Please enjoy your heart and Dayan's tradition."

Sanhuamao looked down at the fish, then looked up at him again:
"I don't know what a dowry is."

Song You straightened up and explained softly:
"It means that if ordinary people want to raise a cat, they have to give a gift to the kitten's mother, or the cat's original owner, or to the kitten itself. It means inviting the cat to come to their home to help catch mice. It's hard work for the cat. Wages and remuneration."

"understood."

"Please enjoy."

"If I eat your fish, am I your cat?"

"No." Song You said, "Miss Sanhua is still my cat, Mistress Sanhua will always belong to Mistress Sanhua only, but in the future we will walk side by side, accompany and support each other. Relying on Mistress Sanhua's help, or Mistress Sanhua's tolerance, so give Mistress Sanhua some food in advance as a gift."

"Like the tribute I used to eat."

"Somewhat similar."

"..."

Sanhua Mao stared at him thoughtfully.

……

There is a monthly pass at the beginning of the month!please please please...

(End of this chapter)