I stroked the little one in my arms, looked up at the sky and said, "What are you doing here in broad daylight?" Don't you see that rock eagle just now? Be careful of being taken away by it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

My sister stared at me incredulously with wide eyes, and it took a while for her to stand up and look at the two weasels in my arms.

I smiled, walked over with the weasel in my arms and said, "Don't be afraid, they know me well and won't bite you." ”

The elder sister still cringed a little, stared at them, and asked cautiously, "When did you become acquainted with the weasel?" ”

I squatted down, put down the little weasel who was also looking at my sister vigilantly, pointed at my sister and said, "This is my sister, I won't hurt you, don't scare her." ”

The little weasel seemed to understand my words, and the rhubarb stretched out its little pointed head, and the dog-like nose moved, and slowly walked to my sister's feet, and I stroked its head and neck, and said to my sister? "Don't be afraid, look, it's recognizing you!" ”

My sister hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't resist her curiosity and liking for the beautiful and cute little guy, slowly squatted down, stretched out her hand and said to me, "Can I touch it?" ”

I smiled and said, "It should be possible, I'll catch it, you try." ”

I hugged Rhubarb, and my sister carefully touched the bristles on her back, and Rhubarb tilted her head and bared her teeth, so frightened that she quickly retracted her hand. I comforted her and said, "It's not familiar with you, don't touch it when it's familiar, I'll just hold it like this." ”

It's that I don't understand them. Weasels are naturally vigilant, very sensitive, and exclusive, and although they have seen their sister many times later, and their sister loves them very much, and has fed them food, they always keep their distance, and are unwilling to let their sister touch, let alone hug.

Rhubarb jumped off me, yelled at me, and Rhubarb jumped up Eagle Rock from the foot of the mountain one after another, and looked at me with his little head stretched out on the rock, I was very strange, more than four months ago I hacked five snakes to death on it and buried their father, what are they doing here? Foraging? It's not like that. They look like they want me to go up, what are they going to do?

I knew that these two little weasels, who worshiped the moon, were very psychic, and that something must be wrong with them coming to me in broad daylight.

I said to my sister, "You pick up the tongzi here alone, and they tell me to go up, and I will go up and see if I come down." ”

My sister was very excited, looked up at the two little heads peeking out of the rock, and said, "How are you so familiar with a weasel?" What do they call you? It's going to be okay to go up."

I replied, "It's a long story, I'll talk to you when I have time." They're my friends, and they're going to be fine. ”

I pinned my knife behind my waist and climbed up the cliff at the foot of the mountain.

The eagle's beak rocks were bare, and the water on the left was thin into a line, and the hemp leaves of the beach above had withered and yellowed. Most of the hemp leaves have fallen off, leaving only a hemp stalk with a bunch of gray-brown fruits dangling in the autumn wind. The catalpa bark on the hill is also bald leaves, and there is no green scenery in summer.

Big Yellow and Little Yellow saw me go up the cliff and went straight up. As I passed by the little dirt bag where their father's big weasel was buried, I stopped them, walked over and said, "You guy, just go, this is your father's grave, and you don't know how to pay respects?"

The two little weasels, of course, did not understand me, and crouched above the dirt bag and watched me swing my knife to clear the firewood that was blocking the dirt bag. Thinking of its dream several times and giving me great favors, I stood under the earthen bag, bowed my hand, and whispered: "Thank you for your kindness many times." Rhubarb and Rhubarb have grown up, don't worry, they are doing well, and we will be friends for life. ”

The two little ones seemed to be a little impatient, and they walked up with a "squeak", and stopped in front of the two or three feet to wait for me, and I wondered in my heart: where are they taking me?

The doubts were solved after about half an hour.

Eagle Rock is only at the foot of the mountain, not high, but all the way up to Eagle Ridge. Because of the steep mountain and narrow ravines, shrubs and vines are entangled, and the thorns are thick, and few people visit. We usually chop wood, and the nearby hills are almost all around, but we have never been here. It's not that I don't want to come, but it's really inconvenient, there is no way into the mountain, it's easy to chop firewood, it's too difficult to get out of the mountain, it's too difficult to get out of the wood, not to mention the tiredness and danger, it's not cost-effective to spend time and effort. So we usually only walk around the base of the mountain. Never entered the belly of this mountainside ravine.

I followed the two little weasels along the slope of the ravine, stopping and stopping, and finally reached a dense forest in the belly of the ravine. Turning out of the dense forest, I saw a stone wall several feet high in front of me, and I didn't have time to look closely, the scene in front of me made my blood flow suddenly accelerate, and I didn't dare to move a little when I stayed in place, and I didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere. Rhubarb and Rhubarb also clinged to my feet, hunched over and staring ahead.

At the bottom of the ditch under the stone wall is a small stone lawn, bare only a few dwarf shrubs and wild grasses growing in the mud crevices.

There was only one eagle, and I think it was the one I saw earlier. But there were several serpents, large and small. They are all poisonous snakes called "Haqibi" (note). No, it's not all Ha Qibi, and there's a strange snake in the middle that I've never seen before.

The snake was not big, about the thickness of a wine cup, three or four feet long, bald tail, with a black-red sarcoma on its head, and its head and body were erect, about two feet high, and it seemed that it was the head of this group of poisonous snakes, because several haqibi surrounded it in the middle, forming a small circle with the outside, and confronting the rock eagle.

A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind, and a name suddenly came to mind: Chicken Snake!

The snake is a terrifying snake that is rarely seen. Listen to the legend of the older generation, the head of the chicken and the snake gives birth to a cockscomb, and it will make a chicken-like cry, which is extremely poisonous, and will chase after people when they see it, and bite people to die. But it has a habit of being taller than others, and if it is taller than you, then you will die, and if it is shorter than you, it will let you go. If you are unlucky, you must find a way to stand on a high place or raise the object in your hand and say loudly: I am taller than you.

I didn't think that there really was such a snake in the world, and I was secretly frightened.

It looks like they've been fighting for a long time. The eagle's feathers were a little messy, and there were several dead snakes lying on the ground, disemboweled.

The rock eagle stood on a bush next to the rock wall, spread its wings, swooped down, its claws aimed at a poisonous snake seven inches to grab, seeing that it was about to succeed, between the calcium carbide firelight, the two snakes next to it bounced up and the snake head suddenly devoured its body, the rock eagle gave up grabbing, a pair of sharp claws flicked, two rising Ha Qi than slammed to the ground, the rock eagle roared past, and another feeding machine bounced up and pounced on the poisonous snake and pounced on the air, and also fell heavily to the ground. The rock eagle pulled up, landed on a nearby pine tree, adjusted slightly, and swooped down again.

The formation of the poisonous snakes on the rocks has not yet been adjusted, but they are also brazen, raising their heads and spitting letters, catapulting and devouring. In the confusion, the rock eagle grabbed a snake and rose into the air.

Seeing the body of the poisonous snake twist and writhe under its steel claws, the rock eagle swooped down, and as soon as the claws were released, the disemboweled snake was heavily accustomed to it, and fell on the rock, twitching and rolling weakly, slowly wriggling its body, apparently dead.

The rock eagle continued to make persistent efforts, and launched a series of attacks, and two more snakes were killed by it on the rock, and there were only two snakes left on the ground. One is the Haqibi the size of my arm, and the other is the snake with black and red sarcoma

The rock eagle stood on the bushes, its eagle eyes staring at the rooster snake on the rocks. After a pause, flapping its wings into the air, I wondered why it had retreated like this, but I heard a chirp in the air, and it swooped down like lightning, clawing over the place, and grabbing its seven inches exactly as the body of the snake was about to fall into the air.

The rock eagle took the serpent into the air, let out a burst of chirps, and swooped down several times but did not see the snake fall to the rock, I was suddenly surprised, and I couldn't help but be taken aback when I saw it.

The rock eagle grabbed the seven inches of the big snake, yes, but the body of the dying and struggling big snake wrapped around its feet, the rock eagle couldn't get used to the big snake, and the big snake couldn't bite the rock eagle, and now neither of them dared to let go, and whoever let go would die. No wonder the rock eagle chirps angrily.

The snake on the ground seemed to know the situation in the air, and he was half-upright with a long time, and his ugly triangular head was topped by a black and red sarcoma.

Note: Haqibi, the name of the soil, is the name of our hometown. Because the neck can swell and whew, like a sigh, hence the name. Poisonous snakes are also called soldering iron heads, but they are not Hunan Yizhang Mangshan soldering iron heads. I don't know the title of the book, it should be a cobra. If you know about it, you can inform it so that it can be corrected.