Gongliang leaned on the window and looked outside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere is still light snow in the sky, but the wind is not as strong as yesterday.

It rained for several days, and the ground in the tribe was covered with a layer of snow, and the originally green world outside turned into a snow-white in a short period of time.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and even if there was an animal skin curtain blocking it, it couldn't resist the chill coming from outside.

Fortunately, the firewood burns in the kitchen stove, which transmits the heat to every corner of the stone house, making the house warm.

Seeing the situation outside, Gongliang didn't bother to go out, so he studied the way of bone cloth in the house.

With yesterday's experience, he didn't rush to look at the rune true bones full of cracks, but first picked up the animal skin scroll wrapped in the rune real bones and looked at it. After reading it, I realized that the bone cloth is not without a price. Bone divination is actually a method of divination, an ability to communicate with the gods of heaven and earth.

Since you want to communicate with the gods of heaven and earth, you need a medium sacrifice.

After all, people are not caring people, they can work hard and pay without regrets, and they also have to eat.

And the animal bone is both a medium and a sacrifice.

In the past, the desolate people liked to use powerful beast bones for divination, such as rune bones, because rune bones contained huge energy. When divination, it can not only communicate the will of the gods of heaven and earth, but also be used for sacrifice, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. This is the origin of the way of bone divination.

In fact, in addition to bone divination, there are also turtle divination, jade divination, grass divination and other divination methods, and the tools used are all rare things.

The lines of the rune true bones that Gongliang watched yesterday were burned and cracked, which was made of sacrifice and divination, which contained a trace of the will of heaven and earth, imprinted with everything that was divined.

He looks at the crack, which is equivalent to communicating this will, which requires a lot of energy to maintain, so it will lead to a large loss of energy in the body. Fortunately, there was still energy left in his body, otherwise in the next moment, this trace of will would drain his true qi, essence blood, and even lifespan to maintain the will immortal.

In this world, there is no love for no reason, and everything has to be paid.

It's just light or heavy.

Gongliang slowly looked at the animal skin scroll, studied it carefully, and his mind sank into it, completely forgetting everything outside.

For several days, he didn't go out, concentrating on looking at the animal skin scrolls and studying the cracks on the true bones of the runes. The consumption was extremely staggering, and in just a few days, he ate almost all the food in the house.

Raising his head from the skin roll again and looking at the snow outside, Gongliang couldn't help but sigh, it was time to go out hunting.

Lying in the nest of soft fur, Yuan Pian seemed to feel something, walked to the edge of the golden-winged Dapeng eagle bird's egg, looked at it, and suddenly roared.

Gongliang heard the voice and walked over, and when he saw its appearance, he immediately slapped it angrily, "What are you calling nonsense?"

"Whoa, whoa," he pointed to the golden-winged Dapeng eagle egg and shouted: There is something inside.

Gongliang sensed its words through telepathy, so he looked at the golden-winged Dapeng carved egg and found that there was a crack in the eggshell. Hey, is the egg about to hatch? He was immediately interested, and squatted down to look. It's just weird, and I didn't see the crack get bigger after a while.

Could it be that this crack is broken by roundness?

For a while, Gongliang's round face was not good.

"Slurr, snort, snort"

At this moment, the sound of birds pecking at things came from the egg, and Gongliang looked carefully and saw that something had pecked out a small hole under the golden-winged Dapeng carved egg.

The small holes became more and more, forming a small door, and then the small eggshell door fell forward, and out of it came a bird in the shape of a chicken.

"Chirp, tweet, tweet"

It's really like a chick, and it's only the size of a palm.

Yuanpian and Gongliang couldn't believe it, this is a big bird egg more than half a person tall, why did a palm-sized chicken run out?

"Chirp, tweet, tweet"

Usually the animal will take the first creature they see as their mother, and as soon as the chick comes out, it sees Gongliang, and immediately "chirps, chirps" and runs over. Gongliang held it in the palm of his hand, from top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back, and carefully checked it, but he couldn't connect the chick in front of him with the golden-winged Dapeng eagle.

How can such a big egg hatch such a small thing?

Could it be that the Golden-winged Roc Eagle is messing around outside, and giving birth to a hybrid with other things, which is what we usually call a hybrid, or else it is impossible to explain this strange phenomenon.

Gongliang looked at the chick, and the chick also looked at him with black eyes. Suddenly, he pecked it down, and he didn't know what it was made of, but he pecked out a small hole in Gongliang's hand, and the blood flowed.

Gongliang shook his hand in pain, and the chick fluttered its tender wings and fell to the ground, looking at him innocently.

Gongliang hurriedly went to get the medicine powder to stop the bleeding, and when he turned around, he saw the chickens chasing the round round and running all over the house. He was so angry when he saw it! Such a big panda was even afraid of a chicken with a big palm, so he immediately stopped the round and taught him a hard lesson.

Round yelled at him dissatisfied.

When the chick saw him, he stopped chasing him and ran to him. I don't know what's going on, but the public conscience suddenly has a sense with the chick, as if he knows what it means.

It seems to have a kind of admiration for him.

What's going on?

The chick ran to his feet and chirped, as if to say that he was hungry.

He really knew what this little thing was thinking? Why was it so strange. It's like carving a psychic pattern on it, which is very weird.

The chick chirped and chirped again, endlessly, and annoyed.

Gongliang was annoyed by the screams, so he stopped thinking about those strange things, and went to the kitchen to get some animal meat, chop it into fine pieces, mix it in a little bone broth, put it in a stone bowl, and put it on the ground for it to eat. The newborn little thing may be really hungry and bury its head in eating. Chirped while eating.

At this time, the telepathy was also ineffective, and it was blurry.

Animal language is good and can't be understood, so there is no understanding of it.

"Whoa"

I don't like this little bird. Yuan Rolling walked over and pulled Gongliang's trouser leg with his claws and shouted.

Gongliang didn't bother to pay attention to it, it was really a shame for him that such a big lump of meat was chased everywhere by chickens. And it's not bad to have a chick at home, at least it's a little lively, as long as you don't and pee everywhere. As soon as he thought about it, he saw the chick "poof" and pull out a lump of black and white chicken shit from behind his buttocks.

I don't like this little bird. Round roared loudly.

If he doesn't like it, he can't kill it, he doesn't have meat to eat at such a young age.

Although I don't know why he has telepathy with this chick, since he has, he should be able to communicate.

So, he picked up the chick and went to the corner, pointed to him and put it there, and said to the round sand mound, "will come here in the future, you know?"

"Chirp, tweet"

The chick didn't seem to understand and looked at him with wide eyes.

Gongliang pointed to the piece of she pulled, and then pointed to the sand in the corner. I don't know if the chick understands it, but it's just chirping over there.

Round but not satisfied, he ran over and yelled: I don't want it to pull the poop there, the bird stinks.

"You don't sleep there, you don't care if it stinks. Besides, your doesn't stink anymore?" Gongliang said angrily to Yuanluo.

Seeing that Gongliang did not help it, but supported the bird. Yuan Rolling got angry, so he went back to his nest and lay down, ignoring him. Gongliang didn't care about its petty nature, and made a small nest for the chicks in front of the warm stove with the shell of the golden-winged Dapeng carved egg, and continued to look at the animal skin rolls.

He still can't figure out how such a big golden-winged Dapeng carved egg can give birth to a bird as big as a chicken?