The successive victories made the poles a little carried away. The old wealth of the government is not floating, it is not a few papier-mâché people, not a mountain fire, but just some clay pots and pots, without beating.

The chicken village is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The white clouds are long, and the joy is fluttering.....

Flying Tiger has the most joyful play, he has loved cockfighting since he was a child, but he can't catch cockfighting cocks in the mountains, only quails.

A few horses knew that the head of the family had this hobby, so they used this business to slap him. The horses were skillful, cut the strips of wax, weaved many cages, and asked the head of the house to quietly embroider the silk curtains, which were very red, and the flowers and birds on them were outlined with gold threads.

What kind of flower is that? The unique mountain jujube flowers of Qinglong Mountain are thin, broken, elegant and simple. But the branches are very clumsy, and the branches are like roots of iron.

On the iron-like branches, standing, but unfortunately not a fighting, nor a quail, but a kingfisher on Qinglong Mountain.

The most daring of the horses took on the task of climbing the trees to catch quails. Quails do not have large tails, so they are known as tailless quails.

They generally do not make nests in trees to perch, but like to breed in the crevices of cliffs, shelter from the wind and rain, and complete love. Some of the horses hooked a boulder with their feet to catch a pair of quails mating in the shape of an upside-down golden rooster; Some of them came up with a trick and hung a net at the mouth of a cave and climbed a rock to disturb the male quail who was dreaming in the cave.

Stunned, the quail flew out and crashed into the net......

The Flying Tiger carried the tribute of a horse, the quail and the cage, and was as happy as a child, and for a while rubbed the quail king with his cheeks, which was the largest and had the most ferocious eyes, and when the Flying Tiger saw it, he made him king. One moment to rub its wings, the next to pick at the dirt on its iron feet like rooster paws.

A few horses giggled and waited for something......

"Good! You know how to honor me, well, horses should also have rules. A few of you, be a sentry commander and a standard commander for me......"

Suddenly, the flying tiger remembered the red curtain on the cage.

"Bought?"

"No, embroidered!"

"Who embroidered it?"

"The mother-in-law at home embroidered, saying that it was time to find a lady in charge of the village"

Flying Tiger blushed all of a sudden, not like a pole.

He raised his head and saw clouds like white lotus flowers quietly approaching his head from all directions in the spotless blue sky. At the foot of the mountain, puffs of cooking smoke from village to village, straight and continuous, rose to the sky, and he heard the whirring mountain wind of the Leopard Valley, and the wordless mountain song of the shepherd baby floating from nowhere.

Babble hey-

He felt the infinite beauty of life.

He spoke of the quail king and said to some of the horses, "Change your clothes and come with me."

"Where to go, the master"

"Let's break into the single!"