There was confusion in his heart, and in the following days, Liu Daode felt that his cultivation speed had slowed down significantly, and his divine consciousness was released, and within thirty zhang, he was still free and easy, but the repair in the body was almost stagnant.

Shinto cultivation, idealism and practice.

The heart is disturbed, and the realm is stagnant, which is also the proper meaning.

But the days did not stop because he was confused, how to live, how to live.

At least in the eyes of outsiders, Liu Daode is still Liu Daodao, and nothing has changed.

These days, after finishing the work that should be done in the yard, there was nothing to do in the morning, so Liu Daode went to the ditch to dig some tea, planning to come back to dry and make tea. The ones dug up in the spring have already been drunk.

Cha Shuo is almost an elder now, and he has been more than a bundle long, and he will not be able to drink it in a few days.

I picked a small bundle at random, and helped the foodie catch a few mice. Feeling similar, Liu Daode led the general back along the road.

When he arrived at Swallow Cliff, he subconsciously stopped. Some looked at the earth cliff in front of him in astonishment.

Unleashed his divine sense, and the life on the earth cliff was all in the senses.

He clearly "saw": there were four or five hundred earth swallows on it, large and small.

But I haven't come for more than ten days, how can it increase so much?

I remember that at first, there were only a dozen soil swallows burrowing and nesting here, and then hundreds flew in one after another...... Yes, hatching young birds, now this season, the young birds in the nest are basically out of the nest, no wonder there is a sudden increase.

It looks like this thing is a resident bird...... By the time of next year, there will only be more soil swallows on the Swallow Cliff, and the scene will be more spectacular, which will definitely attract the attention of tourists, and maybe even become a famous attraction.

After watching it for a while, Liu Daode turned around and went home. As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the shrill cry of the old hen, mixed with the frightened chirping of a few chicks.

"Foodie?!" Liu Daode hurriedly shouted.

He didn't have to look at it to know that it was a foodie again.

As the owl chicks grow up day by day, the predatory ferocity hidden in their bones gradually explodes.

A few days ago, this hen just appeared in the front yard with a flock of chickens, and the foodie pounced and directly pressed a chicken under his paws.

Before Liu Daode could react, it had already caught the chicken's head and swallowed it in one go.

Liu Daodao's flesh hurt when he saw it, and he grabbed the foodie and began to carry out ideological education, so that he could understand that the things in the courtyard could not be eaten.

Foodies have been psychic, can basically understand the owner's intentions, and after being educated, they finally no longer take these chickens as prey.

It's just that its ferocity is not so easy to change, and every time I see a chicken in the yard, I will subconsciously rush over, screaming and intimidating. It wasn't until the chicks were scared that the foodie swaggered away.

For this reason, Liu Daode taught him several times, but he didn't change it.

He was already thinking about finding an opportunity to teach foodies how to fly, and then get them to the mountains to be released.

Otherwise, if it continues to toss like this, these chickens in the yard will be scared to death sooner or later.

Hearing the owner's shout, the foodie immediately gave birth, flapped his wings, stumbled to Liu Daodao's lap, and rubbed his head on his pants, showing intimacy.

"You guy, you're going to mess around......" Seeing that the foodie was in such a mood, Liu Daode couldn't reprimand it anymore, so he directly put the iron cage in the shade and opened it: "This is for you to catch, eat slowly." ”

In the next second, the foodie's eyes became sharp. As soon as a vole got out of the cage, it was pressed down by its sharp claws, and then stretched out its head to peck at it, and the vole suddenly became a blur of flesh and blood, and lay on the ground and began to convulse.

The remaining rats scrambled to escape from the cage and quickly hid in the corner of the wall and the grass nest.

The young owl hurriedly flapped its wings and flapped on the ground, and its talons tread again and again, as if it were drunk.

Probably because the body has been tempered by incense and mental power, foodies are more adapted to daytime than ordinary owls, and when they usually hide in corners where the sun does not shine, their eyesight is okay.

However, there is also a degree of adaptation, once you enter the unobstructed open area, the congenital defects of the foodie's strength will be revealed.

After rounding up several times in succession, he finally caught a mouse under his claws.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining two rats had already run two or three feet away, one burrowing into the pile of miscellaneous wood by the kitchen, and the other directly into the brick crack.

As long as Liu Daode releases his divine sense, he can sense the location of the two voles that have slipped through the net, and it is easy to drive them out.

But instead of doing that, he stood there and quietly watched this qiē happen.

You can't catch it during the day, and it's night.

At night, as long as these voles dare to come out, they will definitely not run.

In fact, releasing mice in the yard is also Liu Daodao's conscious behavior, mainly cultivating the owl's ability to hunt alone. So that after being released in the future, foodies can quickly adapt to the environment in the wild.

After drying the freshly cut tea, Liu Daode washed his hands and sat in the courtyard reading a book bored.

After turning a few pages, I didn't feel comfortable at all. In fact, since he was in a state of mind, it has been difficult for him to devote himself to anything.

Let's practice calligraphy, I haven't practiced it for a while. I really can't read the book, and Liu Daode is not reluctant. Turned over and went back to the house, took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

After studying the ink, taking a deep breath, the brush fell: climb the stork's tower -- the sun is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea;

These few sentences are also a poem that Liu Daode likes very much.

It's just that after writing, he sighed helplessly: calligraphy also pays attention to the right time, place and people, and all three are indispensable.

For example, the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" written by the sage Wang Xizhi drunkenly became famous for a while, and there was no one before or since, and it became the first post in the world. But when he woke up and rewrote it a second time, he couldn't write the artistic conception of the pen again.

The lines of his own Stork Bird Tower are very neat, but the words are separated from each other, lacking the vast momentum from the pavement.

If you want to say that Liu Daode is the most satisfied with one word, it is "The Burrow". A few months ago, by chance, he truly fused with the Edict and became the god of the land.

At that time, I felt something, there was a spirit in the pen, and the ink jumped on the paper, which brought a trace of spirit.

Could it be that he was in a state of mind and couldn't even write? Liu Daoxiao put down the brush a little depressed. These days, I have practiced calligraphy a lot of times, but I can no longer find the state of the day.

Thinking back carefully about the practice of calligraphy that day, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It seems that he has first ascended to the throne of God, and he feels something. When I picked up the brush, my mind fell into an ethereal state, and I inadvertently put the power of incense into the pen. That's why those words are made, and there is a trace of spirit.

Write with the power of incense...... Liu Daode was shocked by his novel idea. Then I became excited again, I had never tried this kind of practice before.

What kind of words are good to write? The incense on the head has limited mental power, and it is not possible to write too many words at one time.

Somehow, the words "Heshan Yongzhen" came to Liu Daodao's mind.

Inhale and calm down. Holding a brush in his hand, his consciousness is released.

When he put pen to paper, Liu Daode suddenly felt that his divine consciousness had fallen into an ethereal. In a trance, it seemed that a big river appeared on the white paper in front of him, which was magnificent, flowing endlessly, and even made a loud sound......

At the same time, the incense in the body continued to surge, echoing the black words on the white paper.

At this moment, the general lying next to the master was alarmed, jumped up suddenly, and roared at the white paper on the table. xh:.74.240.212