At midnight, Luan Tian woke up from his dream with a violent "gurgling" sound, accompanied by the hissing of beasts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He's hungry.

He sat up in the shack and was hit on the head by a branch above him. He scratched his head and touched the place where he had been pierced by the branch, and there was some slight pain, but it was fine. It's just that this pain is nothing compared to his mood at this time.

"I've got to find something to eat, everything...

Luan Tian sighed lightly, recalling the warmth in his grandfather's arms in his dream, and his heart seemed to be pinched by something.

He climbed out of the shack and looked around, and Qingyun Mountain, which was obliterated by darkness, was silent. Wind, a little cool. Climb hand and foot up the nearest mountain beam, which is full of low trees and bushes.

As he walked under a low tree, a chirping sound came from overhead. Looking up, it was a nest of small nighthawks, and it should have been born not long ago.

Climb the branches with your hands and kick the trunk with your feet, and climb to the top of the tree in a few clicks. There were seven or eight nighthawks in this nest, probably because they were hungry, and they all stretched their necks and opened their small yellow beaks to the sky.

Luan Tian had followed his grandfather to Qingyun Mountain several times to hunt, and he knew more about the birds and beasts of this mountain. He knew that nighthawks usually went out to forage at night, and the mother nightjar should have flown out to feed, leaving only this nest of nightjars waiting for their mother to return with food.

I once heard my grandfather say that the nighthawk is a good delicacy, especially the little nighthawk, which has a good effect on nourishing physical strength.

"Good luck! I'll take you to the fullest! ”

Luan Tian thought excitedly, reached out and grabbed a little nighthawk, the little nighthawk fluttered and struggled in his hand, making a terrible cry, and the few who were still in the nest also let out a frightened and angry chirp.

The little nighthawk in his hand opened his mouth and pecked Luan Tian a few times, Luan Tian's hand trembled slightly and did not move.

Because looking at the little nighthawk in his hand, he suddenly thought of a lot. He is suffering the pain of losing his family. Luan Tian does not understand the truth of the law of the jungle. It's just that all things are spiritual, so do you have to base your desires on the suffering of others?

"The way of the world should not be like this! This kind of transfer is not my desire, not my way! ”

Luan Tian's heart sounded a firm voice, and slowly, he reached out again to put the little nighthawk back into the nest and put it back into its "home".

In this world, if there is only one kind of love worthy of our protection,

It must be family affection.

In this world, if there is only one kind of love worthy of our memory,

It must be a mother's love.

If the wanderer is home,

Then he must not have found his roots yet.

When we lose any protection,

What I miss the most must be the harbor called "home",

Big or small, rich or dilapidated, prosperous or remote,

But, it must be extremely warm, home.

Just when Luan Tian was in deep thought, there was a roar of Chinese New Year's Eve eagle in the distant sky, this roar, with warning, with anxiety, with concern.

Luan Tian looked up in the direction where the voice came from, and a black shadow was shooting towards here as fast as lightning, it was the mother nighthawk who had returned.

At the moment when Luan Tian put the little nighthawk back into the nest, the female nighthawk had already rushed into the sky, hovering above his head, as if she would swoop down at any moment! Nighthawk stared at Luan Tian with piercing eyes, and one person and one bird confronted each other day and place like this, tense and tense! No one dares to act rashly!

After glancing at the Mother Nighthawk, Luan Tian jumped down from the tree. What Luan Tian didn't know was that his kindness not only saved his life at this time, but also brought him a glimmer of life at several critical junctures later, the gratitude of this nighthawk also brought him a glimmer of life!

"Let's go look for some wild fruits."

Thinking like this, Luan Tian searched around in the bushes, and after a while, he collected a large number of various wild fruits. He lifted the placket of his coat and took one in his hand, nibbling on it as he walked back to the shack.

The wild fruit tasted sweet and crisp, and Luan Tian was really hungry, and after dozens of breaths, there were a bunch of fruit cores scattered on the ground. Just as Luan Tian was chewing on the wild fruit in a comfortable mood, a hissing suddenly came from the top of his head.

"Poof!" With a thud, a fat hare fell from mid-air, leaving undried blood on its neck.

Luan Tian raised his head, it turned out to be the female nighthawk, which was hovering above Luan Tian's head, and kept making a clear cry from its mouth, as if it was saying something to Luan Tian. Luan Tian immediately understood the meaning of the Mother Nighthawk, and he should be grateful that he did not hunt her child.

"Sure enough, there is a spirit in all things, and Nighthawk is still like this・・・・・ hehe, thank you!"

Luan Tian thanked the nighthawk hovering in the air and walked up the mountain to pick up the hare on the ground. The female nighthawk let out a few excited chirps, circled a few more times, and flew back to her nest.

"There is something delicious to eat~~~~"

Luan Tian muttered excitedly, finding a few pieces of gravel and a few clumps of soft hay. He built a wooden frame out of a few branches, skinned the hare, strung it with branches, and rested it on top of it.

The gravel struck each other quickly, bursting into sparks, igniting the hay, placing the branches in a thin order and then thick, and a fire burned under the wooden frame.

Soon, with the sound of "zizi", the oil flowed down the branches and dripped onto the fire, and the flames "crackled" and jumped, licking the hare, and the fragrance overflowed.

Luan Tian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, saw that it was almost over, took the hare off the wooden frame, opened his mouth and tore off a big mouthful, his mouth was full of fragrance, and he feasted on it.

After more than ten breaths, there were only a few rabbit bones left in Luan Tian's hands, and he couldn't get enough of gnawing a few more bites, throwing away the bones, wiping his mouth, and the aftertaste was endless.

At this time, the light of day is shining and a new day has begun.

"Go up the mountain, look for immortals!"

Luan Tian's eyes revealed a sense of determination.

Climbing the stairs again, this road is already very familiar to him. After eating hares and wild fruits, my physical strength was greatly replenished, and my climbing speed became very fast.

Half an hour, Luan Tian came to the outside of the Qingyun Sect again, and after glancing at the stone gate, he stepped in.

At this time, a yellow-clothed Qingyun Sect disciple ran down quickly:

"Who's coming? What is the matter of visiting my Qingyun Sect? ”

"The younger generation Luan Tian, the cloth under the mountain, I want to worship the sect and practice, and I hope to take it in."

Luan Tian once again clenched his fists at the visitor.

"The path of cultivation is full of hardships, have you made up your mind?"

"My grandfather was killed by the enemy, my parents are nowhere to be found, cultivation is the only way for me, I have made up my mind, and I hope that the Tao will be fulfilled."

"You wait here, and I will come back to you after I show the sect master!"

After the yellow-clothed disciple finished speaking, he quickly turned back and ran back to the Qingyun Sect.

Looking at the back of the yellow-clothed disciple galloping away, Luan Tian sat down on the spot. He vaguely felt that today, it was likely that he would return in vain.

He didn't know why he felt this way, but he felt that this was like a kind of fate, and it was like a test, and some indescribable feelings came to his heart.

The mountain wind is howling, the green pines are swaying, and a small and thin figure sits in solitude, waiting, waiting for the call of fate, waiting for the arrival of a new life.

Such a wait may be silly, but is it wrong? Not necessarily.

Is that right? Probably not.

Luan Tian didn't think about it so much, he only knew that he needed to persevere, persevere, and persist.