At this time, at a certain nameless peak, the white crane was flying, and the difference was that the white crane had a hemp rope tied to its feet.

"Really good, take that pill in your mouth, go quickly. ”

Snap - the leather whip falls.

Another whip fell on Song Dalin, who was incarnated as a white crane, and the white feathers flew sideways, although after coming again, with the experience of a medicine picker, the white crane Song Dalin was always able to take away the designated herbs very accurately, but he would still be beaten by [Song Dalin].

"It hurts... Can't you whip two lashes less? Smoke a little less and you'll die!" Song Dalin complained, making a rattling sound, but it was just a complaint.

He understands very well that this is his way of domestication, no matter whether he does it well or not, the whip is absolutely indispensable, in order to let the white crane remember the pain, let the white crane remember his majesty as the master, and only when he is afraid will he obediently obey.

But now, now it is the one who has become the white crane who eats the whip, and the pain inflicted on the white crane back then, now he has to experience it again, and the taste is extremely uncomfortable.

Now Song Dalin thinks that even if he turns back into a human being and squats in prison for the rest of his life, it is better than now...

However, complaining is complaining, Baihe Song Dalin can only obediently continue to take the herbs over, he also knows that if you do well, it is two whips, and if you don't do well, it is not two whips, it is possible that things like branches will come together, dual-wielding mixed strikes...

"When will I end this nightmarish birdlife, let me become a bird, but I can't fly freely, is this the punishment given to me by God, oh no, it is the punishment given to me by the chief, let me experience the birdlife of a dog..."Song Dalin muttered to himself.

Hunger and pain stimulated Song Dalin, and even flying was a little difficult, and the long knot on his feet restrained him...

"Quack—"

A row of migrating cranes flies across the sky, and in winter, the cranes migrate south, where they are now.

Looking at the flocks of white cranes migrating in the sky, Song Dalin's eyes were only full of envy, what a pleasant thing it was to be able to fly freely in the sky, at least as a white crane, this is indeed the greatest happiness.

"Very good, you did a very good job today, you can understand it if you are very smart, it would be great if you were so capable in the future..."

Seeing this stinky fish, Song Dalin's eyes were a little red, as if he had eaten barbecued pork rice for the first time before...

"Come, this is your reward. ”

The stinky fish was thrown to the ground, the white crane Song Dalin didn't care what the smell was, he directly took the fish in his mouth, raised his head and swallowed the fish, there was no umami, only a strong fishy smell and a stinky smell, but even this smell made Song Dalin feel like he was in heaven.

My stomach is not so hungry, at least not as hellish as before, and that little bit of minced meat is a drop in the bucket.

"Eat enough, work hard when you're full, study hard, if Lao Tzu makes a fortune in the future, this benefit is indispensable to you, haha!" [Song Dalin] touched Bai He's little head with satisfaction.

Song Dalin smiled bitterly, of course he knew what the so-called indispensable benefits were for [himself], at most a little more minced meat, this kind of stinky fish was very rare, and it would only be picked up for the white crane to eat when people in the vegetable market didn't want it.

More [benefits] than this are endless whips, but the white crane Song Dalin did not dare to struggle and escape, he knew that once he tried to struggle, he would only be greeted by more leather whips.

"My life... Oh no, my bird's life..."

White Crane Song Dalin slowly closed his eyes.

With a click, the whip fell again.

Open your eyes and fly towards the herbs in front of you.

...

Day after day, year after year, I don't know how long it has been, the white crane Song Dalin repeats the mechanical action every day, digging all kinds of herbs from the mountains, being whipped every day, eating a little minced meat, and from time to time a little stinky fish to eat.

Of course, the most eaten is the leather whip, after eating the leather whip N many times, Song Dalin has become a little accustomed to pain and hunger, and even Song Dalin feels that even if he becomes a human again, he will retain such a trait.

During this period, Song Dalin, a white crane as a bird, also saw a lot, such as seeing local villagers, who came to the mountains to grab medicine, but saw herbs whose roots were cut off.

There are also some medicine pickers who come here to dig for a day, but they return in vain, unlike [Song Dalin] who eats barbecued pork rice, they can only silently take out the steamed buns in their pockets and eat them, leaving the mountains on which they depend, or going to other mountains to dig medicine.

He had seen these scenes with his own eyes when he was a human before, but he didn't take it to heart, the dog, as a real white crane, didn't know what was called broken root grass, what grass could dig roots, what grass only needed the upper part of the grass, but now the white crane Song Dalin knew...

"Ugh..."

Song Dalin was full of complexity, he couldn't do anything by himself, he could only try not to dig up the grass, and it was more convenient to dig only the upper part and take it away.

After all these years, Song Dalin has been thinking more than once whether his way of survival is a little wrong... Build your own happiness on the pain of others.

For creatures with wings, they should belong to the blue sky and white clouds, instead of being in a cold iron cage every day, and they don't have to face a scarce and cold amount of rotten meat every day, which is too cruel for them.

At this time, Song Dalin suddenly remembered a sentence.

"Animism... The little Taoist told me. ”

Originally, Song Dalin thought it was just a metaphysical joke, but over the years as a white crane, he had completely forgotten the taste of freedom, but his desire for freedom was not extinguished.

I long for freedom, but I don't have freedom, but my wings are trapped in a cage, freedom or something, just think about it.

What I experienced every day is what I once inflicted on Hakutsuru.

Looking at [Song Dalin], who was eating big fish and meat in front of him, and would rather throw away the leftovers than feed them to himself, he vaguely understood something.

Do not do to others what you do not want to do to yourself, what you do to the white crane is not an ordinary excess...

"I was wrong... Miss by a mile. ”

The white crane chirps –

At this moment, a golden light flashed...

The space around them began to twist and shatter...

As if when you first came in, the line between fantasy and reality began to distort.