Strange to say, the pigeon flew obediently to the palm of his right hand. Dong Qilang held the pigeon in one hand and returned to the room.

When the pigeon arrived at his room, he threw it away, and the pigeon did not fly away, but stopped on the hanger in his room, and cried "coo" in his mouth, not afraid of people, and not in a hurry to fly away.

The pigeon barked for a while, and when he saw that Dong Qilang ignored it, he kept flapping his wings. Dong Qilang didn't care at first, but after the pigeon kept flapping its wings for a while, Dong Qilang made a surprising discovery.

There was a letter in the wings of the dove.

This is a letter in a plastic bag the size of a little finger, this small plastic bag is passed through the middle with a rubber band, firmly tied to the two wings of the pigeon, and it can be seen that the owner is a very careful person, the pigeon's hair is water-skiing, like the hair of geese and ducks, even if they get into the water, their bodies will not get wet.

That's not all, the outside of the letter is wrapped in plastic, which is really foolproof.

Dong Qilang will gently take the rubber band out of the pigeon's wings, and then untie the plastic bag, and pull out the contents, which turned out to be a piece of paper.

The paper was only half the size of a palm, and there were two lines on it:

"If you want to succeed, come to me. You can follow the pigeons. ”

Dong Qilang burned the paper and plastic bag together, he wanted to put the rubber band back, but after thinking about it, he still took off the rubber that was put back on the pigeon and threw it into the garbage can.

When he had done all this, it was already late, and he opened the window to see if the pigeon would fly away, but the pigeon did not.

Dong Qilang doesn't know who the owner of this pigeon is, what this letter means to him, whether he can follow the pigeon, whether there is any danger in going, he has no bottom in his heart now, now he just wants to sleep well, and wait for tomorrow.

If the pigeon wants to fly away, let it fly away, or if it doesn't fly away. Dong Qilang's heart was a little messy, he was lying on the bed with his clothes, he was too tired for a few days, and he fell asleep after a while.

Dong Qilang was woken up by a burst of bird calls. He opened his eyes and saw that the sky had not yet dawned, and when he looked at the window, there were still a few stars in the sky, blinking his eyes constantly, as if he was dozing, he tilted his head, and wanted to sleep for a while.

This strange cooing sound dispelled all his sleepiness, and he could no longer sleep peacefully. Dong Qilang didn't realize the existence of the pigeon at first, he tilted his head a little irritably, and saw that it was not the pigeon that was nodding and chirping at him, who else?

He knew that this pigeon must not be an ordinary pigeon, and that there must have been a master who asked this pigeon to inform him to do something, and when he thought of this, he had no sleep, and immediately came to his senses.

He bounced up from the bed and said to the pigeon:

"What's it called? Let's go. ”

The pigeon nodded at him twice on the coat hanger and "cooed" twice, as if he understood what he was saying.

With the support of spiritual strength, ordinary difficulties are not a problem. Dong Qilang didn't eat breakfast, only cleaned up his salute briefly, and threw a few banknotes on the table in the room, which was considered the accommodation cost for these two days.

Because it was not yet dawn, the shopkeeper who collected the money had not yet gotten up. He didn't want to take advantage of others. After packing up his salute, he spread his right hand, and the pigeon flew into the palm of his hand. With the pigeon, he went out and walked first to the main road.

After walking two or three miles, a glimmer of dawn appeared in the sky, and he knew that the sky was about to dawn, and he had to hurry as soon as possible. He said to the pigeons:

"Let's go now, you get there, I'll follow you there, you can't lie to me. ”

The pigeon nodded in the palm of his hand, and replied to his words. He checked his body up and down again, and made sure that nothing was missing, and that everything he was about to take with him was on his back, and then he threw his right hand and said to the pigeon:

"Let's go. ”

The pigeon left the palm of his hand, jumped into the sky, flew up the blue sky, which was still dark and dreary, and disappeared at once.

Dong Qilang said in his heart:

"You pigeon, what's wrong with this time. You are flying tens of thousands of meters in the air, where can I find you, and in what direction I am looking for you, but there is no target, how can I go? ”

Just when he was at a loss, there was a "whoosh" sound, and he thought that someone had put a hidden weapon, so he hurriedly jumped to the side and responded. But he didn't see any hidden weapons flying, and a bird stopped beside him.

Looking sideways, I saw that this bird was not the same pigeon that had just flown away?

It turned out that the pigeon had to determine the direction first, and in order to be able to accurately distinguish, it had to fly higher as well. In a few seconds, it had clearly identified the direction of its flight and flew back.

The pigeon cooed at him twice, signaling that he was ready to move. Dong Qilang also understood the meaning of the pigeon, and he said to the pigeon:

"It's okay this time, let's go. ”

The pigeon flew up to a treetop in front of it, then stopped, glanced back at Dong Qilang, and cooed twice, as if to say:

"It's up to you whether you can catch up with me or not. ”

Dong Qilang was suddenly very excited, the first time he followed a bird, and he didn't know who its owner was, to be able to keep up with the birds, he had to perform light skills, and walk with the flying birds, thinking about it was a wonderful thing. It also aroused his hard work and fighting spirit.

Dong Qilang also wants to see: how much he has improved in light skills after so many years of practice in Tianshan, and what level he is now. Can you keep up with the speed of the birds, shoulder to shoulder with the birds in the sky?

As soon as Dong Qilang lifted his breath, a little under his feet, he performed the light skill of Tianshan Mountain "stepping on the snow without a trace", and then floated lightly on the treetops, and the bird saw him go up the tree, so he flew forward to lead him forward.

This pigeon also really understands the human mind, it does not fly fast, and it does not fly at a high altitude.

The speed of flying is a little faster than Dong Qilang's light skills, and the height of the flight is just half a foot higher than that piece of wood, which can make Dong Qilang see it, but it makes Dong Qilang unable to catch up.

Dong Qilang saw that this little bird was too human, and he wanted to compare with it, so he used his skills, like a big peng, only in the air and trees, with his feet on the treetops, vines or rocks, closely following the pigeon forward rapidly.

I only heard the wind whistling in my ears, and after an hour, a round of bright morning glow appeared in the east, and a round of tomorrow hung high in the blue sky. At this time, Dong Qilang had already crossed a long distance with the pigeon in the mountains and forests, he did not calculate, but it was more than a hundred miles.

Dong Qilang felt that it was not good for the mountain people who came out to work and did not know martial arts to find it during the day, and it was also a problem for the vigilant enemy to discover his tracks, as for the tiredness of the body, he could bear it.

The pigeon seemed to understand his thoughts, flew to a bare willow tree in front of him, and stopped. looked back at Dong Qilang, as if to say to him:

"Friend, let's take a break and find something to eat, when we're full, let's compare and see who is more powerful. ”

Dong Qilang saw that the mountain here was quite high, and he didn't know where it was, but he saw a family at the foot of the mountain, and the smoke curled on the roof, and he wanted to come and make breakfast.

He said to the pigeon:

"Friend, I'll go get something to eat, you just wait for me here, I won't forget you, and I'll bring you something to eat. ”

He pretended to be a lost passer-by, went down the hillside, and found the farmer's house.

The farmer's house had only one room, the door was open, and when you stood outside, you could see a bed and a simple stove inside.

Before entering the door, he smelled a burst of aroma, which wafted into people's nostrils, Dong Qilang shouted twice outside the door, asking if there was anyone in the room, but he didn't hear anyone answer, he looked up into his arms. Saw:

There was a casserole on the simple stove at the entrance, the lid of which was bouncing up and down, and the pot was steaming. This family is really making breakfast, maybe the pot is stewed bacon, it is approaching the New Year, and this is clearly the aroma of the mother stewed bacon during the New Year when I was a child.

Looking further in, there were two benches in front of the bed, and beside the bench there was a wooden table, not far from the stove, less than five or six feet away. Obviously, the family eats and sleeps inside.

Dong Qilang was inconvenient to walk into someone's house rashly, so he stood outside the house and waited for the arrival of the master.

After a few minutes, he heard a "Wang" dog barking behind him, he looked back and saw a big yellow dog barking more than ten meters away from him, probably the dog saw an uninvited guest in the owner's house, and called the owner behind him.

Dong Qilang looked behind the dog and saw that two or three meters away from the dog, an old man with a stiff back, holding a bundle of dry firewood in his arms, was hobbling towards the hut.

The old man didn't speak to Dong Qilang, nor did he raise his head, but still walked forward very slowly, the big yellow dog stood in place and barked for a while, and when he saw that the master didn't speak, as if he didn't help himself, he ran back, and gently bit the master's trouser leg with his mouth and tore it, thinking that he would remind the master again.

Dong Qilang waited for the old man to approach before he said to him:

"Old man, are you going to collect firewood in the mountains? I'll ask you for something to eat, okay?"

The old man didn't hear him at first, maybe he suddenly noticed someone in front of him, or suddenly heard someone's voice, and took a step back as if frightened, and then suddenly raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him, moved the firewood in his arms to his left hand, pointed to his ear with his right hand, and said loudly:

"Young man, I can't hear with my ears, and you have to say it out loud if you tell me. ”

Dong Qilang looked at his hands that were as dry as old pine bark, and a face full of ravines, knowing that this was a weathered old man, looking at his whole appearance, it must not be a martial arts person pretending to be deaf and dumb.

If a normal person deliberately pretends to be deaf and dumb in front of people, pretends to be old, and has a crooked back, then his walking posture and speaking volume are not like this.

Only a person who is usually rickety and deaf in his ears walks with heavy steps, and his steps are small, for fear of falling, and he does not know how high or low he speaks, because his ears cannot hear it, and he cannot perceive whether the sound is too big or too small for others.

Therefore, when this kind of deaf and dumb person speaks, he often acts according to his own hearing, and when others say it loudly to himself, he has to speak loudly to others. Thinking of this, he said aloud to the old man:

"I'm a passer-by, lost. I want to find something to eat here at the old man's house. Okay?"

While speaking, Dong Qilang also pointed his right finger at his mouth, like a pair of chopsticks to send something inside. Sure enough, the old man understood what he said under Dong Qilang's continuous talking and gesturing.

He pointed to the pot on the stove and said to Dong Qilang:

"Yes, it's just that the rural people don't have anything to eat, so I'll come here. ”

The old man walked to the east corner of the house and put the firewood in his hand in a special place for stacking firewood, which was a neat barren grass raised by four wooden stakes, like a piece of yellow-black dried tofu, and under it were piles of hay and firewood that the old man had picked up from the fields on the mountain.

When he had put it away, he came trembling again, washed his hands in a half-clay pot at the foot of the outer wall of the house, and went into the hut, where the big yellow dog followed his ass and went in.