The white-haired old man, hunched over, walked over slowly.

The corners of Lao Lin's shriveled mouth twitched, revealing jagged yellow smoke: "You hit my son again?"

In his tone, it was difficult to hide his anger, but it was full of a little warmth.

Uncle Ya put his hand on my shoulder: "Your son, help my son."

I was stunned when I heard this.

Lao Lin raised his palm, which was as thick as tree bark, clenched his hands together in fists, and blew hard at the gap in his thumb.

A sharp sound similar to suona sounded.

The sound is high and low, very rhythmic.

Lao Lin blew to the end in one breath, and there was no ventilation in the middle.

It's hard to imagine that this is the breath of an old man.

"Fluttering ......"

Out of the woods flew a blackbird, not very large, not much bigger than a pheasant.

The moment it flew out, the frightened flock of birds fled in all directions.

Lao Lin waved his hand into the air, and the blackbird slowly landed on his bent back.

I looked at the bird, which was white-headed and black-headed, with eyes like torches, and a yellow beak like a sickle, shining faintly in the sun.

What the is this bird! It's a harrier!

This thing's scientific name is sparrowhawk, and it is the smallest of the eagles, but the most powerful one!

Uncle Tooth pulled out a pink square from his pocket, which looked like dice.

Lao Lin made a cooing sound from his mouth, and the harrier came to his side very obediently.

Uncle Tooth put the pink square under its nose and rubbed it, and the harrier shook its wings and flew away.

Lao Lin pursed his lips, and the wrinkles on his face were about to be squeezed together.

"Remember to buy my son groceries!"

Uncle Tooth smiled and turned his head to put away the pink square.

I grabbed his hand and wondered, "This thing, it can't be a soul chasing incense, right?"

Uncle Ya tilted his head slightly and asked, "Do you know?"

The so-called soul-chasing incense is actually a mixed spice, and the smell of it cannot be smelled by people.

But you can't escape these things with a keen sense of smell, these animals, following the smell, can chase thousands of miles.

The reason why this thing is precious is that it is ground into powder from the back armor of the big turtle.

Raw materials are rare, and the craftsmanship is unknown.

And Uncle Ya is just a storyteller, he actually has this rare thing on him?

At this time, Uncle Ya took out a few corn flour tortillas from the blanket on his shoulders, divided them into four parts, and several people ate them happily.

I asked vaguely as I chewed on the steamed buns.

"This old forest, used to build a fishy shed?"

Fishy shed refers to a type of person who drives the circus and eats by animals.

Uncle Tooth laughed, "Didn't you see it?"

"Those who tease dogs and monkeys, can they play harriers?"

Uncle Ya picked up a stone from the ground and threw it on Lao Lin.

"Tell him, what the hell are you doing?"

The way he looks now, he doesn't look like the high-powered, resourceful Uncle Tooth at all.

That playful appearance, but like a kindergarten child.

Lao Lin grinned and waved his hand: "It's all old things, I'm a bad old man picking up waste now."

Uncle Ya's face froze, and then he turned his head to look at me, and his voice was much higher.

"Boy, I'm telling you, you have to remember! Your old Uncle Lin is a falconer!"

It wasn't until this time that I knew Lao Lin's true identity.

The kung fu of falconry was introduced to the Central Plains from the Western Regions during the Tang Dynasty.

It is said that the tamed eagle can ventilate and send messages and assassinate surprise attacks.

According to legend, when Li Shimin launched the Xuanwumen Mutiny, he had a divine fleet under his command, and this group of people was the falconers.

In short, no one has ever seen a god who has been rumored.

There is a reason for the disappearance of any trade, and falconers are no exception.

If you want to train a falcon, you need not only hard work, but also a lot of money.

This thing is inherently wild, and if you want to tame it, there is only one way - to boil the eagle.

Every day I don't sleep and look at the eagle, and when it collapses, it's tamed.

Therefore, it is necessary to hire a large number of domestic staff and stay up in shifts.

This time can be as short as half a year or as long as several years.

This expense alone is unbearable for ordinary people, let alone others.

In this way, Lao Lin is a rare treasure!