Lin Shuo and the three of them have just started their official hunting, and the people on the sinkhole have already begun to enjoy the fruits of hunting.

Eating, before human beings change the way they consume energy, is still the hardest truth in the world.

If there is a good cook, then this principle will become a pleasure.

Zhou Lingshi is a good cook.

The culinary inheritance of his family is the Sichuan cuisine Xiaohe Gang.

Xiaohebang's culinary inheritance is mainly based on the Zigong and Neijiang areas in Shuzhong, where there have been salt wells since ancient times, the salt industry is developed, and the cooks serve rich salt merchants.

Salt merchants can be called the richest group of people in ancient China, and of course they have to enjoy it when they are rich, so they eat very carefully.

The cooking skills of the Xiaohe Gang, the cutting of the ingredients are fierce and the heat is exquisite, and this characteristic was inherited by Zhou Lingshi, and combined with his experience as a hunter, he is especially good at cooking game.

But this time, the old chef met new ingredients, and Lao Zhou was stunned.

At the moment, there were seven strange-shaped things lying on the ground, but they were not bad, generally about the size of a leopard, and the largest was no more than a tiger.

It seems that Ma Yixian was still particular about catching cubs before, and he didn't catch that kind of giant beast with a large amount of food, and he only knew that the natural ecological environment of Shennongjia couldn't bear it.

But although they are not very big, they don't know each other from time to time.

You can't blame Zhou Lingshi for not being knowledgeable, he studied art in the Wu family before, after all, he is not a hunter of the main lineage inheritance, that is, an apprentice with a foreign surname. The understanding of the beast species is only limited to the oral transmission of the whim of the master Wu Tiannan.

What Wu Tiannan told him was that things that appeared near the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau in the early years.

And the Eight King Kong and Four Heavenly Kings of Shennongjia, the population was extinct in Huaxia early on, and it was captured by Ma Yixian from other parts of the world, and it has long been beyond the knowledge of the Wu family of the three-inch family of the Hunting Gate, Wu Tiannan doesn't know, and Zhou Lingshi doesn't know it.

I don't know what it is, Zhou Lingshi is a little unsure of what to do.

I ate this stuffy loss when I stewed Gu Eagle before, and the meat was old.

So Zhou Lingshi looked at the eight protectors in front of him and hugged his fists: "Eight seniors, what are these?"

"Nonsense. One of the old protectors, who had white hair and looked to be about the same age as Bai Jing, said, "Aren't you a cook?

The other protector was more honest and said honestly: "How do we know what this is, we are not hunters." ”

"We don't know why we came here, but at least the hunt was a success, and it was better to be a hunter than a hunter. ”

"It's so easy to hunt, and when you wake up, there's a head standing in front of you. ”

"I knew that we wouldn't be involved, and we would also set up another hunting family. ”

"You have it, you get up from your wife first, don't kneel. ”

"Why are you two talking about this? You, cook, hurry up. ”

"It doesn't matter what it is, anyway, you're the cook, you have the final say, watch the cooking. ”

"Yes. ”

“......”

Looking at the noisy protectors in front of him, Zhou Lingshi couldn't do anything.

They are all seniors and cannot be offended.

And it can also be seen that it is true that these people have great ability, but they will not do anything else in this life except practice.

At this time, Bai Ye is not here, and they don't have a clear idea, asking them is equivalent to asking in vain.

So Lao Zhou looked at his senior brother, Wei Xingshan.

Lao Wei was not a picky eater before, and he performed more field tasks and ate everything.

Yesterday, a piece of Gu Eagle's butt was eaten, and his appetite was even wilder, which would make the thing that was staring at the ground swallow saliva.

Sensing that his junior brother was looking at him, Wei Xingshan rolled his eyes: "Can you ask me?" These seven things are beasts of war when they are resting at the hunting gate, and the official name of the research society is strange creatures, if they are placed in ancient times, they will be regarded as rare beasts." In short, I know what the collective names are, and what they are called, you have to ask Miao Chengyun. ”

Zhou Lingshi looked at Miao Chengyun again, Miao Dagongzi was paralyzed on the ground at this moment.

The person is awake, and the severed limb wound on the shoulder has also been treated by Miao Xueping, and the bleeding has been stopped and bandaged properly.

After a large dose of painkillers, his whole body was already high at this time, his eyes were not focused, and there was a smirk on his face.

Looking at the state of the eldest prince Miao, Zhou Lingshi is not difficult for others, he can only watch it himself, he stretched out his hand and pushed Wei Xingshan: "Help, pick up together." ”

As soon as the words fell, he heard a singing voice from the bottom of the sinkhole behind him.

I couldn't hear what was singing, but it was really comfortable to listen to, and it was very crisp.

This voice is reflected back and forth through the wall of the sinkhole, fluttering, and the aftermath is lingering.

Just this voice came up, Zhou Lingshi was stunned, and it was as if something had woken up in his heart.

Tune, Zhou Lingshi recognized, this is a mountain song.

Zhou Lingshi has been learning art since he was a child in the Wu family in southern Yunnan, which is in the mountains of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.

Most of the mountain people in the mountains will sing a few old mountain songs in their mouths, and Zhou Lingshi will naturally do too.

There are two origins of mountain songs that are actually sung in the mountains.

One is when a group of people do the same physical work, in order to ensure that the rhythm of the big guys' strength is consistent, the horn shouted in their mouths is more bright.

The other is to drag the long tone, which is to convey the message from a distance.

In the mountains, people can see each other across the mountain, but they can see the dead horses running on the mountain, and they really want to talk at close range, their throats are comfortable, and their legs will suffer.

That's why you have to shout across the hill.

But if you shout clearly, you can't be short syllables, and the tone has to be long.

Otherwise, it will be a thunder on the ground, scaring people and not communicating.

And it's not good to drag on the light tone, it's best to have a difference between the height of the key, so that the sound reaches the ears of others, the beginning and end of the word are more recognizable, and you can hear it more clearly, and the original song is like this.

However, most of the messages conveyed among the mountain people are to say hello and then simply say one or two words, which are concise and to the point.

If you really want to shout at each other in a long way, then there is only one situation.

Men and women flirt.

If there is a little bit of interest between men and women, then the conversation is endless.

Zhou Lingshi will get those mountain songs, which are also of this nature.

At that time, he was in his twenties, and the martial arts practitioners were full of energy, and the words in his mouth were all meat, and he could not tease many women in the mountains.

Later, when Wu Tiannan heard it by chance, the old hunter was furious and picked up the guy to clean up Zhou Lingshi.

After that, Zhou Lingshi didn't sing much.

Now Lao Zhou is over forty, half of his life is wasted, and he is alone.

I told the current master that this transaction is over, take a woman back, and deal with him first.

So Zhou Lingshi's heart has been hot for the past two days, and his mind is turning around about men and women.

At this moment, Zhou Lingshi stood on the top of the sinkhole, and the tune of such a female voice came up, and he suddenly felt that he was more than twenty years younger all of a sudden, and he had returned to the mountains of southern Yunnan.

I almost didn't hold it, and I wanted to sing in my mouth.

Just about to start singing, Zhou Lingshi woke up suddenly and quickly pressed this thought.

He remembered that there was only one woman under the sinkhole.

Miao Xueping.

That is the strongest hunter of "Yungui Miao", and she is also a woman who grew up on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, and she will definitely sing mountain songs.

She is now the second wife of her ancestor and the aunt of her master Lin Shuo.

If you open your mouth and throw off those few words, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Zhou Lingshi was in a cold sweat when he thought of this, and quickly looked at the people around him, and then asked, "Did you hear that?"

Everyone nodded in unison, and Wei Xingshan said with a smile: "Hey, I didn't see it, my godmother's voice is really good." It is estimated that they are going well below, and she sings it all over the old man. ”

"Not really. Zhou Lingshi wiped the cold sweat on his head and echoed.

"Senior brother, you are from southern Yunnan, can you understand what she is singing?" Wei Xingshan asked.

When the two were talking, the singing under the sinkhole was still continuing, and Zhou Lingshi was chatting, and his ears were not idle.

After chatting with two sentences in his mouth, the singing voice below also came up with a whole sentence, and the singer paused below, probably breathing.

But she adjusted down the whole sentence nine times, and she knew it when she adjusted it, but she didn't know the words.

I couldn't understand what she was singing, neither in Chinese nor in the dialect of southern Yunnan.

So Zhou Lingshi shook his head, and at the same time felt a little strange in his heart.

Now on the top of this sinkhole, the people who are attracted by this song are not only Zhou Lingshi and Wei Xingshan, but also the eight protectors of the Yun family.

"Oh, don't say it, Miao Xueping's voice is okay. ”

"This Miao family female madman, counting fifty-year-old people, looks like twenty-five or sixteen, but this voice, seventeen or eighteen!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense, this generation of huntress back then, except for Yun Yuexin of our Yun family, that's her. This woman is fine except for her not very good brain. ”

"Lin Leshan is not shallow. When everyone is dead, they can still get a little wife. Are you not convinced?"

"Then I must take it, little wife, let's not even think about it, the tigress at home is not enough to serve." ”

"That's right. ”

The protectors were talking about it, lying on the ground, Miao Dagongzi laughed stupidly, and then shook his right arm, which was still alive, and said with a big tongue: "You guys, you guys, you know a fart!"

"Hey, kid!"

"Forget it, the person is in a daze after drinking the medicine, don't worry about him. ”

"That is, the same Yun family is a rich person, why is it too anxious to fry each other. ”

"Uncle cousin, your poem is really good, if you want to say why our Yun family's protectors are so united, it is because of this kind of empathy. ”

"Okay, okay, don't fool around. ”

"Miao Chengyun, what do you want to say?"

"It's just, we don't know, you know?"

Miao Chengyun can be regarded as a strong and courageous person at this time, he was obedient in front of several Taoist protectors before, and as soon as the effect of painkillers came up, he felt that he was the king of heaven.

"Nonsense, of course I know. Miao Xueping, that's my cousin, can I not know about her situation?"

"Tell me about it. ”

My cousin likes Lin Leshan, and that was later. Miao Chengyun said, "Do you know why she couldn't marry in the Miao family at the beginning?"

"And this kind of thing?" Wei Xingshan's curiosity came up, and he asked, "Why?"

"That's because the mountain is separated by a mountain, and the face can't be seen clearly, no matter how beautiful she looks, it's useless.

Men and women in the mountains have to listen to the singing before deciding whether they want to meet or not.

She doesn't say all the five tones of her mountain songs, her eating habits are not good, and she has phlegm in her throat.

My old man said it, and it sounded very disgusting from afar.

Back then, my cousin Danfan raised her voice on the mountain, and the hill where she stood, people from all over the country had to walk around.

So, she's a fart song. ”

As soon as Zhou Lingshi heard this, he felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked: "If you say that, it's not Aunt Miao who is singing below?"

"Definitely not. Miao Chengyun shook his head like a rattle.

As he spoke, the singing from under the sinkhole came up again.

The singing is touching and moving.

But now when Zhou Lingshi hears this song again, goosebumps all over his body rise.

He looked at Miao Chengyun, who was paralyzed on the ground and delirious: "It's not Aunt Miao, who is that?"

"Don't you understand, right?" Miao Chengyun smiled, shook his fingers up and down, and said word by word: "This thing, it's not a person at all." ”

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