Another three months passed, and it was the time when the chrysanthemums were in full bloom. On this day, on the sea surface more than ten miles away from Baizhang Cliff, the wind and waves were calm, and the sea water shimmered with sparkling waves under the light of the sun. A flock of seabirds hovers overhead, their keen eyes staring at the surface of the sea, and from time to time they make a "quack" call.

Suddenly, a school of flying fish sprang out of the sea, spread their long fins, and glided through the air. Before they could rejoice that they had escaped the fierce fish in hot pursuit, a foraging seabird in mid-air had already aimed at a flying fish and quickly swooped down.

Seeing that the flying fish was about to fall into the fangs and claws of the seabird, at this moment, two rosewood-handled short swords flew quickly across the sea, as if they had been ambushed there for a long time. Both daggers made a beautiful arc from the bottom up, one piercing the seabird and the other piercing the flying fish, both of which were pressed against the bodies of the seabird and the flying fish, and made a large turn backwards in mid-air.

The rest of the seabirds were taken aback, quacked, flapped their wings, and fled. Just when the seabird panicked, an ebony handle short sword stabbed down with a "boom" in the air, piercing the seabird that flew the highest, and then swirled upwards, flew up when it was close to the sea, returned to the air, followed the previous two short swords, and flew towards Baizhang Cliff together.

On the beach at the bottom of the cliff, there were three teenagers and a little girl, and they saw three short swords flying over from a distance, jumping and cheering in unison, and the little girl applauded vigorously.

Chen Fu stood on the stone flat at the top of the Baizhang Cliff, and three short swords flew over and hovered beside him, and the swords were dressed in seabirds and flying fish. He grabbed the seabird by the neck with one hand and the hilt of the sword with the other, and pulled the ebony-handled dagger out of the seabird's body first. In the same way, he pulled out two more rosewood-handled short swords, and put the seabirds and flying fish into the prime minister's pocket. He took out a piece of cloth from the prime minister's sac, wiped the blood from the sword, and put the short sword into the sac.

Now Chen Fu's divine sense can reach twenty miles away, and the three moves of the flying sword can accurately pierce into the body of the tree every time, and the plane trees near Shiping are all pierced with holes. In recent days, he has started to practice some live targets. The birds and animals on the ridge, the seabirds and fish on the sea, are all his targets.

Chen Fu doesn't hunt much, and he will stop if he can get three or five prey a day. He mainly practiced the accuracy of the flying sword, the flexible variation of the sword moves, and how to make the three swords work together.

As for the swimming fish in the sea, Chen Fu also tried, but he found that the sea water had a great resistance to the vitality in the air, and the vitality was blocked on the surface of the sea, and the flying sword became a rootless ping when it entered the water, and there was no way to control it. He tried several times, threw a rosewood-handled dagger on a large fish, and was carried by the fish to the bottom of the sea, and then gave up.

As soon as he put away the short sword, Chen Fu heard a continuous call from the bottom of the cliff: "Xiao Fu...... Xiaofu ...... Take your prey down. It was Liang Dengle's voice.

It turned out that Chen Fu had been at sea these days, and he had already been discovered by the students who were resting at noon. The school is at the very front of the south of the village, two miles away from the Baizhang Cliff, and there is an empty beach in the middle, which is unobstructed. The sword flew around the sea, and it flew back with the birds, so it was strange that it was out of sight. After Liang Dengle found out, at noon that day, he ran to the bottom of the Baizhang cliff, tilted his head, rolled his hands into a horn, and asked Chen Fu for a seabird barbecue. Followed by a few good classmates, collecting firewood everywhere. Since it was Liang Dengle who asked for it, Chen Fu was not stingy, so he gave it to him. A few people plucked their feathers, lit a fire, and had a fragrant barbecue on the beach. After repeated times, there was a delay in the afternoon class, and several people were beaten by the master and were not allowed to come to the barbecue on school days. Since then, only on Friday's rest day, Liang Dengle will come to the bottom of Baizhang Cliff.

Today is September 15, one of the three rest days of the month, and Liang Dengle waited on the beach with a few people before noon, the same people who cheered just now.

Chen Fu smiled, responded loudly, and immediately climbed to the bottom of the cliff with his hands and feet. Now he is no longer tied to the silk rope when climbing the cliff, even if he is not afraid of any misstep, he weighs only sixty pounds at the age of twelve, and with the help of the vitality mobilized by his divine sense, he can also wrap his body steadily and fall safely on the beach.

Half an hour later, Chen Fu came to the beach. He took out two seabirds and the flying fish from the prime minister's bag and handed them to Liang Dengle.

This prime minister's bag Chen Fu has no concealment now, because he has to carry three swords and prey, it is really convenient to use the prime minister's bag, and the prey will not rot. Besides, he felt that it would be even more strange to go out with three swords on his back!

Several people had already seen the prime minister's bag and didn't ask anything.

Liang Dengle and two other boys carried seabirds and flying fish, walked to the beach, plucked the seabirds' fur, and then took out the internal organs of the seabirds and flying fish, and washed them in the seawater. Turning to a pile of dead branches that had been prepared for a long time, he used three straight branches to pierce the seabird and the flying fish from head to tail. The little girl next to her hurriedly lit the dead branches, and the five of them gathered in a group, holding the branches worn on the seabirds, and began to barbecue.

After a while, the fragrant smell of barbecue came out. The little girl took some sauce out of her satchel and spread it evenly on top of the grilled bird and fish. The crowd put it on the fire again and turned it over and over again, and in an instant the surroundings were filled with an enticing and strange fragrance.

The five snorted violently, and among the other two boys, the taller boy said to the little girl, "Qingqing, quickly get the tarpaulin out." ”

It turned out that the little girl's surname was Xuan Mingqing, and she was the youngest daughter of Master Xuan, who was seven years old this year. She has a well-proportioned figure, wears a big red shirt, a pair of pigtails on her head, a round face, two smart big eyes under a pair of slender curved eyebrows, a straight nose, a mouth that is not big or small, and two small tiger teeth are exposed when she smiles.

The young man who spoke was her brother, named Xuanhe, who was thirteen years old this year. He was handsome and personable, wearing a blue shirt and taller than Chen Fu. The brother and sister live in Yumao Lane in the east of the village.

Another boy's surname is Lin Mingchunling, the same age as Chen Fu, and he is also twelve years old this year, shorter than Chen Fu, wearing a brown and black shirt. His family lives in the west of the village, and his father is Orion.

When Xuanqing heard this, he took out a piece of oilcloth from his satchel like a trick, spread it out on the beach, and pressed it with stones at the corners and in the middle.

Several boys put the roast bird and fish on the oilcloth, and Xuan Qing hurriedly opened his arms to protect the two roast birds. The boys stretched out their impatient hands and looked at her in bewilderment.

Xuanqing said: "There are only four bird legs here, and there are five of us, which is not enough." In this way, let's join a poem, a four-line poem, and the person who is not connected in the end can't eat a bird's leg. ”

Xuanhe pouted: "You have a lot of ideas!"

Everyone else laughed and said yes, thinking that you have been in school for less than a year, and you dare to compare poetry with us.

It turned out that Xuanqing liked to eat chicken legs and bird legs the like, thinking that everyone wanted to eat them as much as her. For the sake of fairness, she came up with the idea in a hurry. But she forgot that everyone had read books a few years before her.

Liang Dengle smiled and asked, "Then who will come first?"

Xuanqing pointed at Chen Fu: "Brother Chen Fu came first, he hunted it." ”

Liang Dengle, Xuanhe, and Lin Chunling all felt reasonable, nodded in agreement, and the four of them looked at Chen Fu with their eyes.

After Chen Fu left the school, he never recited poetry again, it has been more than two years, and he feels a little rusty, and after thinking about it, he chanted the first sentence: "I heard laughter under Wutong Mountain." ”

The rest of the people paused, and Liang Dengle was the first to answer: "Seabirds and flying fish are smoked." ”

Lin Chunling and Xuanhe glanced at each other, and then chanted: "Three hundred mouthfuls of roasted fresh food a day." ”

Xuanhe immediately took the last sentence: "Don't give up being a seaside person." ”

Only Xuanqing was left unconnected, she stood up, shook her hands and said: "Brother's poems don't rhyme, don't count, exchange for me." ”

Xuanhe smiled and said, "I'm a lone goose in the group, why don't I count?"

The three boys chimed in.

Xuan Qing was so angry that he stomped his feet, his face flushed, his eyes looked at the roast bird's legs, and he groaned: "On the afternoon of the barbecue day, sweat drips down the soil. In the face of eye food, salivating is the hardest. ”

The crowd cheered and leaned back with laughter. Chen Fu hurriedly tore a bird's leg and handed it to her and said, "I like to eat wings, I don't like to eat legs, this is for you." ”

Xuanqing looked at Xuanhe, and Xuanhe nodded: "Chen Fu gave it to you, just eat it." ”

Xuanqing took it and said, "Thank you, Brother Chen Fu!"

The crowd was like a storm and clouds, and before long, only bones were left on the tarpaulin. They sucked their fingers, covered the fire with sand, went to the beach, threw their bones into the sea, washed their tarpaulins and hands, and sat down a little farther away from the sea, blowing the cool breeze, and talking to each other without saying a word.