In the vast mountains and forests, the sun shone obliquely, and a man and a wolf dragged out a long shadow on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was Fang Qianyuan and the little white wolf, walking on the mountain road.

Fang Qianyuan carried a pheasant that had just been caught in his hand, and led the little white wolf through the woodland to the mountain stream near the wolf valley.

This place was accidentally discovered by him when he was patrolling the mountains the day before yesterday, and it happened to be used for slaughtering chickens and roasting meat, and beating tooth sacrifices.

Fang Qianyuan was also born in poverty, although he was taken care of by his father, he didn't cook by himself when he was a child, so he took care of the pheasant in his hand, and it was also neat and tidy.

He first condensed the spirit element, turned it into a sharp blade, cut a small hole in the chicken's buttocks, took out the internal organs and washed it, and then sealed it with blades of grass, and coated it with wet mud and hay at the water's edge.

Then, he gathered the dry wood around him, and used the Lingyuan blade to cut out a sharp wooden stick, and carefully sharpened the drill.

He didn't know how to use fire, but fortunately he could drill wood to make fire, and it took him half a quarter of time, blowing and spraying, and finally the fire was raised.

Fang Qianyuan got a few stones, arranged the shapes, carefully placed the wrapped mud balls in the middle and set them up, and then used the firewood from the fire next to them to set them up little by little.

While Fang Qianyuan was doing this, the little white wolf squatted quietly beside him and watched, his eyes fixed on the mud ball that wrapped the pheasant, and his mouth opened slightly, revealing his tongue.

It's like a gluttonous puppy.

After a while, the mud balls in the fire burned dry, and the fire burned out, and it was extinguished.

Fang Qianyuan couldn't wait for the residual temperature to drop, so he used two branches to clip it out of it, put it on the stone slab next to it, and knocked it hard, and the mud ball cracked, revealing the golden chicken skin inside.

Fang Qianyuan faded even its hair and mud, and an indescribable aroma of chicken suddenly wafted out.

"Give!"

Fang Qianyuan generously tore off half of it and handed it to the little white wolf, who immediately took it over, squatted on the ground, held it with his two front paws, and feasted on it.

This wolf is a maverick, and he refuses to put the pheasant on the ground, lest it get dirty.

Fang Qianyuan was amazed, but he was also hungry, so he quickly tore off the chicken and ate it.

Although the conditions here are limited, and Fang Qianyuan's craftsmanship is also very ordinary, for a few days, it is all Ru Mao's diet of drinking blood, and these roasted chickens are simply delicious in the world.

Not long after, Fang Qianyuan wiped his mouth, stood up and said to the little white wolf: "Okay, after so much effort, I should also go, you go back to the wolf steward." ”

The little white wolf sniffed the leftover chicken bones, looking reluctant.

Fang Qianyuan said with a smile: "If you still want to eat, go catch a pheasant tomorrow and wait for me here." ”

When the little white wolf heard this, he grinned and nodded, and finally turned around and left.

Fang Qianyuan patted his buttocks, washed his hands and face by the mountain stream, and also walked in the direction of Wolf Valley.

Soon after he arrived in the Valley of the Wolves, it became dark, and the howls of wolves began to sound all around.

When the head wolf saw Fang Qianyuan, he circled around him, and snorted coldly: "You ran to steal it?"

"Huh?" Fang Qianyuan then remembered that this Uncle Wolf said that if you want to break through the bottleneck, you must close your thoughts, behaviors and exercises as a human being, and try to understand nature with a wild heart.

Roasting over a fire, a sign of civilization, is obviously to be excluded.

Fang Qianyuan couldn't help but feel a little at a loss, but after the head wolf snorted coldly, he actually walked away.

"Forget it, let's do it ourselves. ”

......

"You went with him to have a barbecue?"

In the woods, in the wooden house, the rickety old man is also interrogating the little white wolf with Miyahara.

When the little white wolf picked up his tail aggrievedly and shrunk to the side and whimpered, even Miyahara, who didn't understand wolf nature, knew the answer, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Miyahara's eyes were red, and he muttered to himself: "It's over, it's over, it's impossible to successfully comprehend the wild heart, the state of enlightenment is the most taboo to break the gong, you do this, you ruined one of his foundations!"

The impact of this kind of thing is not big or small.

It's as if someone else is immersed in something and has a feeling in his heart, and suddenly gives him a head start and wakes him up.

This didn't hurt itself, but most of the previous thoughts were interrupted, and the inspiration was nowhere to be found, so Miyahara mentioned the word broken gong.

The worse consequence is that it is estimated that there will be no chance to comprehend the same state of mind in the future, after all, this state of perception can be met but not sought, and it is a great opportunity to meet once, and if you want to come again, how can it be so cheap?

"That's fate, it seems that it's time to call him back. The rickety old man sighed lightly, turned his head to Miyahara and said, "Don't blame her, she doesn't understand what you say." ”

Miyahara was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "The plan is in the people, and the success is in the sky, this is indeed life, his own life, what's so strange!"

"However, I said before that ten days is ten days, and when the time comes, I will come back to pick him up. ”

After Miyahara finished speaking, he didn't care about the darkness outside the house, walked straight out of the door, and rode away on the blue-eyed wolf.

"Hey, this old boy ......" The rickety old man laughed dryly, looked at the little white wolf with a cute face, shook his head slightly, and said, "Bad fate." ”

In the next few days, the little white wolf went to play with Fang Qianyuan, and after coming and going, he began to get acquainted.

The little white wolf is a foodie at all, and he is very selective, he doesn't want raw meat at all, and always pesters Fang Qianyuan to give her a barbecue.

But thanks to her, she diligently hunted Fang Qianyuan every day, hunted pheasants, hares or something, Fang Qianyuan could finally fight tooth sacrifices and eat happily.

After getting acquainted, Fang Qianyuan gradually understood that many of the body language of this little white wolf, such as sitting down and looking at people, is hungry and wants to eat, turning around, is urging, grinning is laughing, and the tail begins to sweep the floor, which is boring......

Fang Qianyuan inexplicably gave birth to the feeling that he was not facing a white wolf, but a naughty child.

Maybe it's because of his addiction, this little guy actually began to stick to him, and every time he separated, he looked reluctant.

However, Fang Qianyuan always felt that this guy was more reluctant to give up food than he was to himself.

What puzzled Fang Qianyuan was that this little white wolf seemed to be very resistant to Wolf Valley and never went back with him once.

Fang Qianyuan was curious, and went back to ask the wolf: "Uncle Wolf, do you recognize the white wolf over there in charge of the wolf?"

The head wolf smiled when he heard this: "Have you eaten enough?"

Fang Qianyuan was puzzled: "Uncle Wolf?"

The head wolf bared his teeth and said: "When you are full, go to patrol the mountains, don't ask questions here." ”

Fang Qianyuan said helplessly: "You haven't answered me yet." ”

The head wolf didn't answer, he looked like he was talking about him left and right, asked a few more times, and even said: "I suddenly thought of two lines of poetry, you look at the rhyme, it is 'the sun goes down, the moon comes out'......"

A howling moon wolf, talking about poetry with him, it was absolutely amazing, Fang Qianyuan himself was semi-illiterate, so he had to stop talking and no longer ask.