The cockscomb basilisk molted this time very dangerous, because it violated the restraint of the snake in the season, and there was a male yellow in the body, and the snake body that had been tempered was extremely fragile.

However, this basilisk "lent" a molt as a cause to avoid a "human catastrophe" that must come, and then the yang energy converges in winter, the yin energy is flourishing, and there is no heavenly punishment of thunder, so the transformation can be successful.

Otherwise, with the nature of the cockscomb basilisk, he would definitely not forcibly wake up from his slumber, deliberately give up the nest, tolerate a mere mortal to take away his molt, and form a good fate.

It's a pity that the cockscomb basilisk still underestimates the strictness of the laws of heaven and earth, and it is only a hundred years of cultivation before and after, and it wants to transform into a demon, and even cross the catastrophe and turn into a human form, which is really a big joke in the world.

Because of this, although the cockscomb basilisk has various arrangements, with the help of external forces, time to dodge, and want to take advantage of the catastrophe, after all, it is inevitable that it will be half the effort, but the snake in the body is erect, gathering in the bone marrow brain, along the bone joints to the cranial cavity, making the brain bigger by three points, and condensing a soybean-sized snake bead at the same time.

This snake bead is just formed, there are meridians derived, through the tough skull, to the middle of the forehead of the cockscomb basilisk, forming a cloudy snake eye, with a narrow pupil in the middle, the whole body is golden, and the edges of the blood are scattered, if it seems to be a natural rune, it is obviously a newly comprehended demon spell, almost heaven-given.

According to the "law of nature that all things become demons", the cockscomb basilisk is obviously successful, but unfortunately it uses a tricky method, but it is just a half-demon, even the demon wind, control the clouds and mist, floating travel can not be done, or a stupid thing crawling in the mud and dust.

However, the cockscomb basilisk had to act like this, and the innate inspiration issued a stern warning, the earth-shaking cataclysm was not far away, if you wanted to survive the catastrophe, you could only cultivate the demon body as soon as possible, lest it accumulate for a hundred years, and become blood food in the mouth of the natural enemy, and food for the promotion of monks.

The cockscomb snake half-demon sighed softly, and after breaking free from the restrictions of the old membrane, his body swelled up, thinking that the human catastrophe had passed, so he simply curled up and slept leisurely.

The next time you wake up, it's a sting, a thunderbolt, and everything recovers. Of course, it has to use the weakest spring thunder to complete the catastrophe before it can completely become a demon.

At the same time, Zhang Chi descended the mountain safely with the help of the light of the stars and the moon, feeling tired and tired, so he visited the few hunter huts in the mountains to take shelter temporarily.

Maybe it's because of the Chinese New Year, and there is no one else in the house. Zhang Chi secretly said that this was the case, came to the stove in the dark, reached out and touched it, and was a little cold and stabbed, and there was no hesitation in his heart.

So, he took out the fire primer and lit the firewood, and the burning orange flame jumped, emitting waves of heat, which dispelled the cold in the hut in a blink of an eye, and lifted the tired body.

There were a few cured meats and sausages hanging under the eaves, and Zhang Chi missed dinner, but he didn't want to miss the supper, so he took an arm-long sausage down, thinking that he was penniless, so he strung up all the willow leaf flying knives and pinned them on the hook.

"Originally, the little rooster brought up the mountain was the best, and I poured a belly of realgar wine, which was just used to make "Called Flower Chicken". However, in order to obtain the snake moult, I still have to use this as a medium to pay tribute to the cockscomb basilisk that is peeping at me in the dark. Don't miss the delicious flower chicken, you will eat grilled sausage!"

Zhang Chi wiped the firewood knife clean, laid it flat on the fire of the stove, rinsed the sausage, and put it on the knife surface to fry.

The scorching tongue of fire, greedily licking the wood knife, and the "iron plate" that slowly raises the temperature, transmits the heat to the sausage. After a while, the iceberg goddess-like sausage took off its cold face, and continued to flow out of golden-red oil flowers, with an attractive ripe fragrance.

When Zhang Chi saw this scene, he thought about the entrance of the teppanyaki sausage, couldn't help drooling, desperately pressed the hunger fire in his stomach, and waited for the sausage to be completely roasted, then removed the firewood knife, and added a piece of rotten wood root to suppress the flame in the stove.

In the face of the whole grilled sausage, Zhang Chi also had no way to put his mouth down, thinking that he had no long things, so he had to retrieve the willow leaf flying knife, roughly cut it into several sections, and then temporarily abandoned the sausage, stretched out his tongue and licked the "table knife" soaked in hot oil.

A burst of chili noodles exploded on the tip of the tongue, spreading to the base of the tongue, and suddenly the tongue turned into a depth charge, bombing the hungry stomach: "It tastes good! ”

Zhang Chi put down the willow leaf flying knife, peeled the crude chopsticks with two branches, carefully picked up the sausage segment, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

The sausage has a firm texture, it is really chewy, and the porous casing is crisp and tough, and the more you chew it, the more you feel it, and the hungry and cold body also shiveres, not frozen, but the excitement when you are satisfied after a hard time.

After eating the rest of the teppanyaki sausages, Zhang Chi found a clay pot outside the house, filled it with half full of mountain spring water, put it on the stove where the flames were burning again, scooped out a little and let it warm, and then took a sip of it.

When the warm water is put under the stomach, the heat spreads out, and every corner of the body is warmed. After all, Zhang Chi is young, starting from noon to travel long distances, and non-stop up and down the mountain and down the stream, against the many crises to obtain the baby, after sacrificing the five visceral temples, fatigue wave after wave of seizures, finally can't resist a yawn, strong spirit, reserved the vent under the eaves, the whole person fell on the bed, rolled up the cover to wrap himself, like a zongzi, and slept with peace of mind.

It was cold in the mountains, but there was a fire on the stove, and the heat was constantly blowing, barely maintaining the temperature in the hut.

Zhang Chi slept until dawn, and when he woke up, he heard the early bird calls in the mountains and forests, and he was overjoyed, so he simply sat up.

The crisp and melodious chirping of birds, like a mischievous breeze, swept over the treetops hung with dew, shook off the dewdrops, stirred up ripples and water lines, and spread far away, awakening more birds and animals.

Zhang Chi thought that he should go back to Uncle Jimingshan's house as soon as possible, in order to appease the hearts of his relatives, and at the same time to reassure his sister, as for the frog hole in Tianchi Mountain, it has no long legs anyway, and it will definitely not get out of its grasp, so what about postponing it for the time being?

So, he immediately got up and went to the ground, first tidied up the cover, and then came to the stove, used chopsticks to remove the ashes, and sure enough, there were dots of hot embers, ignited the stove fire again, took the clay pot to catch water, put down a handful of brown rice, and boiled it into porridge.

Taking advantage of the hot porridge to cool down, Zhang Chi walked out of the hut, washed his face and rinsed his mouth with mountain spring water, and his spirit was immediately lifted. Then he went back to the house, had a simple breakfast, restored everything in the hut to its original state, and went down the hill with a wood knife.

It's not easy to come to Liuchun Lake once, so you can't go back empty-handed. Zhang Chi arrived at the foot of the mountain, found a thick bowl-mouthed ink bamboo, and slashed it with a firewood knife a few times.

This is followed by the removal of bamboo leaves, which is also jerky and skilled, and it will be fine after a while.

It was very tiring to carry the whole ink bamboo down the mountain, Zhang Chi did not think about it, brandished the firewood knife again, cut the ink bamboo into more than a dozen sections, tied it up with bamboo branches, and then went down the mountain.

On the way back, there was an extra burden and it was slower. When you reach the end of the bumpy mountain road, it's much better to come to the flatland.

On the way, Zhang Chi met the mountain people and She people from time to time, and they all praised others for their small efforts and the behavior of carrying bamboo down the mountain.

Zhang Chi also returned with a smile, there was no difficulty in life, and he complained full of complaints, after all, the ordinary people at the bottom came over like this.

In this way, Zhang Chi walked through the rising sun, walked through the three poles of the sun, and waited until noon, when he saw Longqiu City leisurely.

Zhang Chi didn't want to patronize the bamboo shop that operated in line with the principle of bullying customers, so he turned to a bamboo carpenter with a single family, and sold a bundle of ink bamboo at a market price of ten copper coins.

Then, holding the sweat-soaked copper coin in his hand, he immediately went to the grass market outside the city, bought a knife and a half pound of pork belly, strung it with a straw rope, and carried it to Jiming Mountain.

The younger sister took the beckoning cat "a penny", looked forward to it at the foot of the mountain, and saw her brother returning unharmed, still carrying a large piece of pork in his hand, and ran over happily.

Zhang Chi let his sister rush over, and just hugged him, "a penny" turned over and squatted on his shoulder.

As a rule, Zhang Chi reached into his arms, crushed the dried fish, and replenished the strength of the beckoning cat, after all, it was very difficult to live in the wilderness, and its body was thin.

"After sending the poor day, I think it's the eldest brother and I who have come to run, and every time I shoot, I will get something. You see, a bamboo on the mountain is exchanged for half a catty of meat!"

Zhang Chi didn't tell his sister carefully, he came back with a bamboo on his back, and he endured all the hard work and sweat on the road, so that his sister could suffer a little less.

"After all, I'm also a sister! Before I was reborn, I owed my sister too much, causing her whereabouts to be unknown, and her life and death were missing. After being reborn, I will let my sister live a safe life!"

Zhang Chi saw the two "buns" tied on his sister's head, and couldn't help but reach out and touch her head, carrying a knife of pork belly, and walked to his uncle's house on the mountainside.

Seeing the smoke curling, presumably the aunt and uncle were preparing lunch, Zhang Chi did not show his cooking skills, but came to the kitchen, calmly put down the fresh pork, and under the satisfied smile of the eldest aunt, he and his sister went to the front hall.

"That's right! Compared to before I was reborn, I missed the battle to fight off the swordsman from Yuhang, who had bad intentions towards my sister. This person is proficient in the eight ways of Confucianism, guards the righteousness of Yasheng, and can rebuke ordinary ghosts and gods, but unfortunately he is not a person from the same way as me. It's better to have more than one thing, so forget it!"

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