After a long period of training, "Xiaoyao" no longer refused Qingwen to feed it, and was willing to stand on Qingwen's right arm holster.

The next step is to "jump boxing".

Whenever Qingwen closes the distance, shakes the cuff of her right arm, blows the whistle softly, and lures her with soaked white meat, "Xiaoyao" will enthusiastically respond to jump on the holster and stand high-spirited, like a hungry king who does not lose his majesty, picking up the white meat and swallowing it all in one go.

If so, Qingwen tried to continue to widen the distance between her and "Xiaoyao", and pulled it farther every time, so that "Xiaoyao" could complete the action of flying on the holster of her right arm at the fastest speed every time, and there is no doubt that the stage of "jumping boxing" was successfully passed.

After completing the "jumping box", Qingwen was no longer as reluctant as in the past, but took the eagle outside the cave with great interest to carry out the next stage of "running rope" training.

"Running rope" requires the "Eagle Handle" to tease the eagle with food, and finally trains it to act according to the fixed password of the "Eagle Handle".

"Getaway...... Come...... Getaway...... Come ......"

Qingwen called affectionately over and over again.

"Xiaoyao" is very accustomed to the name given to it by Qingwen, as soon as Qingwen's voice fell, its soft neck shrugged in the cold wind, Xiaoyao responded from a distance, slid onto Qingwen's right arm, and the claws firmly bit the holster on Qingwen's arm.

Xiaoyao couldn't wait to tear the fresh meat in Qingwen's hand.

Qingwen felt sorry for Xiaoyao, and always thought that Baoyu gave too little meat to Xiaoyao.

But she knows better: if Xiaoyao is too full, Xiaoyao will not be able to train a good "hunter". Such a contradictory mood has to be overcome by Qingwen in private.

After about a month of training, the "raw eagle" became a "mature eagle".

In the meantime, they have studied the parchment thoroughly, and since Qingwen has not yet broken through herself, the big guy can only wait patiently for her.

......

At this time, looking at the state of carefree, its "drooping hair and claws, head Saisong Tower, eyes like sesame", and has learned to obey the instructions and summons of the "eagle style" Qingwen, and can come from the far mountain beam and fly to the holster of Qingwen's right arm.

The next link, according to the description in the picture, is "called a walker".

It seems that the walking line is more than ten zhang long, and I don't know when the magical treasure jade was prepared, and it was also carried to the top of the mountain. Qingwen admired from the bottom of her heart.

The sky is clear, the earth and snow fields are vast, at this time, the two have a division of labor, Qingwen called the eagle, and Baoyu raised the eagle.

The distance between the two started from three or four zhang, and kept getting farther and farther away...... Later, it was even increased to more than ten zhang away.

Qingwen tied the walking line around her waist, with an eagle on her face, and came to a squatting crotch riding pose, stretching her right arm horizontally in a leather suit and fresh meat.

Baoyu took the silver fir wood in her left hand, bent her arm sideways, and hid the little eagle brain melon in front of her chest, intending to prevent it from seeing the front for the time being.

When Qingwen set up the frame and shouted "Hey-", "Devour--", Baoyu turned her little body and showed Xiaoyao out of her arms.

As soon as it showed its head, it suddenly saw Shaoyi calling from afar, just like seeing its own mother, one spread its wings and flew straight over.

At the top of the lonely mountain, a string of rapid drums sounded, and the drum beat was agitated like a soldier approaching the battlefield.

With the beat of the drum, a thin figure danced the long sword in a piercing arc......

"Bang——, bang-" The silhouette of a big eagle flashed over the tip of the pine, and then the sky fanned, and the pine cones fell to the ground.

The young man slowly retracted his sword, and a whistle sounded, summoning a gust of wind......

The young man looked at it again, and the big eagle had landed firmly on Qingwen's arm, the majestic wind was blowing, the tiger was vigorous, and it was a scene of "sword dancing shallow bottom, eagle striking the sky, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the general drew the bow......

Imagining this, unconsciously, Qingwen straightened her chest again.

Ringbell stood alone on the hill, looking at the human eagle almost the same thing, and sighed secretly in his heart:

"Didn't make me wait in vain......"

......

Outside the grass courtyard, the pride is high, and the courtyard is idle and fragrant.

Baoyu and Wei Xiaobao were wearing aprons, sitting by the warm firewood, holding a pot of apples, concentrating on peeling the apples, and humming and chirping in a small tune.

Xue Pan sat aside, staring at the apple in Baoyu's hand.

Seeing that autumn is coming again, Qingwen's skills are far from home.

However, this does not make the ringing bell of "big heart" worry, she feels that she can't finish the business at hand all day and night, so she can't think about the long term.

When the pot was filled with rich wolf milk and this season's vanilla sticks, Bell's eyes lit up.

She fanned the flames with enthusiasm and boiled the "vanilla milk" over a high fire.

Wei Xiaobao put the egg powder and cane sugar that he was reluctant to eat all the way into a wooden bowl from his pocket, and beat them with the mountain spring water behind the courtyard.

When the viscous and fragrant soup in the pot looked like a hot marshmallow that could not be dissolved, Baoyu narrowed his eyes and approached the firewood, he smelled it first, the heat, the thickness, and the burnt aroma ...... He was very satisfied.

Wei Xiaobao nodded, and took out the same rare baby seasoning with great interest, smelling and appreciating it, and at the same time put the seasonings into the hot soup one by one.

At first, it was a little pepper picked by the frost day, a little bit of lily of the valley cinnamon, and then half a spoonful of orange nectar and rose petals were added, and half a drop of blackcurrant was added.

In the end, Qingwen also looked around, and saw that the bell went out and did not return, so she added the last secret recipe material with confidence.

At this time, the mixed apple slices and dough had been set up on the firewood stove for half an hour, and Qingwen happily tongs it out of the oven......

"It smells so good!"

Xue Pan's eyes lit up, rubbed his hands and ran straight over.

The firewood reflected the little scholar Qingwen's little face red, and the fragrance of apples diffused throughout the hole, Wei Xiaobao carefully sprinkled chopped hazelnuts on the apple pie that Qingwen held up, and then slowly poured a small spoonful of thick juice out of the pot.

Xue Pan was almost drooling, and he said along the spittle: "Tsk, you all have the posture of a chef." ”

Wei Xiaobao answered: "I'm a chef! ”

Qingwen couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "You're really narcissistic."

Ringing, who had just returned from outside, heard their conversation, but when it came to his lips, he changed it to: "Come, let me try the chefs' crafts first." ”

"Wait, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, this apple pie has to go back to the oven for 'a nap time', and after taking it out and letting it cool, sprinkle it with powdered sugar before eating. Hey, little scholar, where are you going?" asked Wei Xiaobao.

"Then I'd better go and train with 'Xiaoyao'. Qingwen stuck out her tongue and walked out of the hole.