The mountain wind sobs like a ghost crying at night.
Song You sat back in a safe place.
It's about four feet wide here. According to Song You's personal feeling, one foot of Dayan was roughly equivalent to about thirty centimeters in his previous life. The width here was the width of a canopy bed in a boarding school, and the height was about the same. He couldn't stand up anyway.
One side is a stone wall, the other side is a cliff.
A lantern filled with glowing light was placed on the ground, illuminating a small area on this wall-cut path, which actually made the narrow place feel a bit warm.
The calico cat was running left and right, sniffing here and there, and occasionally walking to the edge of the cliff, sticking its head out to look left and right, lost in thought.
It can be seen that it felt a little uneasy after arriving in a strange place. In the end, it seemed that the most familiar person in this place was the person next to it, so it frowned and looked up at Song You several times, testing and testing. He moved to Song You's side and lay down.
Song You had already closed his eyes and meditated quietly.
Mountains and rivers have spirits, mountains have mountain spirits, water has water spirits, and each mountain has its own mountain spirit. They are all different and need to be understood carefully.
The mountain wind whimpers in my ears, the awe of the people at the foot of the mountain, the famous quatrains left here by countless literati for thousands of years, and every stroke that people carved on the cliff thousands of years ago to protect safety. Everyone here, even those who slip and fall from here, are part of this mountain spirit.
The spiritual energy from the mountains was blown by the wind and gathered here.
The calico cat was timid and huddled next to Song You, but now it seemed to have found something more comfortable and moved closer to Song You.
The night got deeper and deeper, the stars and the moon came out one after another, and the temperature dropped little by little. The calico cat couldn't help but get closer and closer to Song You, and finally just slept next to him, only to feel the heat coming from his body that kept him warm, and there was a kind of Refreshing and comfortable inside.
The glow in the lantern is still bright.
If someone is driving at night below and looks up, they may find this different spot of light among the cliffs thousands of feet above.
Around midnight, Song You opened his eyes.
Raising his hand, a wisp of spiritual power floated on his hand. It is like a stream of light, showing a light yellow color with a hint of green. It consists of two layers: an inner layer and a highly condensed ray of light, while the outer layer is as transparent as air and loose as smoke.
This is the harvest of this stage.
The method practiced by Song You is the four-season cycle method. The practice is related to the change of weather and the rotation of solar terms, and the spiritual power produced often also has the attributes of the seasons.
It has the exact opposite effect of the Five Elements Method practiced by Master. It can prolong life, but it is not good at strengthening the body. At the same time, each of its spiritual powers has its own magical effects, but it is not as destructive as other spiritual powers such as those cultivated by the Yin and Yang method.
And the spiritual power of this world looks like this——
The middle spiritual core and the outer spiritual energy. Only spiritual energy is a consumable, and spiritual core is the source and cannot be used. After the spiritual energy is consumed, the spiritual core will regenerate the spiritual energy over time and through meditation practice. Meditation practice can not only increase your spiritual power, but also temper your spiritual core. Just find a balance between them.
"call……"
Song You exhaled a long breath and scattered the spiritual power in the mountains. Only the yellow-glow spiritual core remained like a thin thread, drilling back into the body.
Turning his head slightly, there was a kitten next to him.
Song You stared at it motionless.
The cat's body temperature is higher than that of humans. It's hard to say whether the calico cat is borrowing his warmth or he is borrowing the calico cat's warmth. In short, the cat is sleeping next to him at this moment, but it makes him feel the long-lost sense of dependence and trust. And seeing that it was sleeping soundly and seemingly without any worries, he seemed to feel much more at ease.
I really can't bear to move, so I'll just sleep like this tonight.
After that, in the middle of the night, there was a faint noise from the mountain demon, but it did not disturb Song You. Inaccessible places often become paradises for monsters, but without the constant coming and going of humans, harmful monsters will disappear without a trace.
Even though he woke up countless times due to the cold, it was still a quiet night for Song You.
Early next morning.
There is fog in the mountains, but it is all under the cliffs.
Song You sat with his back against the cliff, eating breakfast and watching the calico cat next to him playing with stones with its paws.
I ate better today than in the past few days.
Didn't I pass the test yesterday? The place was quite lively. Song You bought some steamed buns, all with meat fillings, including pork and egg fillings. Even though the body has passed the age of growth, it still cannot survive without meat.
I saw the calico cat playing, then suddenly seemed to have discovered something, ran to the edge of the cliff, looked out, and turned back to Song You:
"It's turning red!"
"What?"
"It was still green yesterday!"
"What?"
"Shuzi!"
"Um……"
Song You looked along.
Sure enough, the leaves of the trees that used to grow on the cliff all turned red overnight, as if it was already late autumn. The light-colored stone walls and the billowing white mist below make the scenery look much more exquisite against the backdrop of the red leaves on the cliffs.
Song You didn't show any surprise, he just looked at the scenery:
"Today is the beginning of autumn."
"beginning of autumn?"
"It's just autumn."
"Cold weather."
"Almost..." Song You broke open a new steamed bun, "Does Empress Sanhua eat steamed bun fillings? It's meat."
"Well?"
The calico cat turned back to stare at him.
His right paw pushed the stone to the left. His left paw originally wanted to stop it, but failed to stop it for a moment. The stone fell off the cliff, making it stunned for a moment.
"It fell!"
"Do you want to eat minced meat?"
"You didn't wake up this morning, so Sanhua Empress went over there to catch a little bird to eat." The Sanhua Cat said with some regret, "It's a pity that we only caught one."
"very good."
This is a very worry-free cat.
Song You quickly finished the steamed bun, got up and bent over, saying, "It's so cold on the mountain, let's go down the mountain."
"Ms. Sanhua feels cold too."
"Walk."
Song You bent forward, and the calico cat crawled under his feet, looking up at him as it crawled.
"It's so cold here and it's hard to walk. Why don't you go downstairs?"
Song You smiled, but said nothing.
At this time, the mountain fog has not dissipated. On one side, there are ghosts and gods carved on the cliff, and on the other side, there is an abyss with only white clouds and no bottom.
Someone wrote a poem on the stone wall next to it:
I don't hate the nine deaths in the southern wilderness, but I am traveling through the wonders of my life.
It was still early, the morning light was like gold, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, small bridges and flowing water, and villages loomed in the fog. Such primitive mountain village landscape paintings would be rare to see in later generations. Such beautiful scenery would make him forget that he was in a backward place. .
…
Hearing shouts and cries in the distance, Song You knew that he and Empress Sanhua were lucky enough to meet in the market town of this village.
This kind of market in Murakami usually opens every few days or even ten days and a half.
Coming to such a lively place, the calico cat was inevitably a little cautious. It lacked the liveliness of jumping up and down on the mountain road and only clung to Song You's feet. Song You was always worried that he would step on its feet or its legs. Tail.
Unfortunately, we arrived a little late, and the market was about to end. Although some vendors were still reluctant to go home, we couldn't find the fish seller.
When you hear the same shout again, it means you have walked around and come back.
"Taoist, what are you looking for?"
The calico cat raised its head and stared at Song You.
"I told you I'm not a Taoist priest."
"Then what are you?"
"It's complicated." Song You thought for a while and explained, "I just grew up in a Taoist temple. Although I practice magic and read Taoist classics, I neither follow Taoist teachings nor worship Taoist gods. Even if my master , at best he can be considered a fake Taoist priest."
"Can't understand."
Calico cats have a very honest attitude.
"That is to say, we are just practitioners who occupy a Taoist temple and wear Taoist robes." Song You said.
"Why do you want to occupy other people's Taoist temples?"
"We cultivated it ourselves, our ancestors cultivated it, and it was passed down." Song You explained helplessly, "The purpose is to enjoy the preferential treatment of the country's religious policies. Some masters who are lazy and lazy can also rely on it to live the life they want."
"Still don't understand."
"Then bark if you like."
"Okay, Taoist priest."
"Let's go..."
Song You said helplessly and regretfully.
Just when I was about to leave, I turned around. The sunshine at nearly noon had just dispersed the fog, and I saw rows of willow trees by the river in the distance. Under a willow tree, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was sitting by the river, holding a fish in his hand. The pole is being raised.
"Miss Sanhua, please wait for me here."
Song You walked along the river and through the willows, and soon came to the fisherman's side. He said respectfully, "Old man, you are polite. May I ask if the fish can be sold?"
"I catch only small fish and eat them myself. Sir, you should go to the market to buy them."
"I have recently become acquainted with a flower cat, and I have made an appointment with it for a ride, but I have never given it a betrothal gift. I feel guilty. I passed by here today and wanted to buy two small fish as a betrothal gift for it, but I just went shopping in the market. , and I haven’t bought it yet.” Song You said respectfully, “I had no choice but to ask the old man for help.”
"In this case, why not give two to the gentleman?"
"How dare you accept it as a gift from an old man? I will buy it at the market price!"
"I would rather give it to you sir."
"Thank you very much, old man."
Song You didn't dare to refuse any more, because the old man had already given him a fish. In contrast, he should also give the old man a happy heart.
Not long after——
Song You carried two small fish and went back through the willows. The calico cat had a newly caught cicada in its mouth and was sitting here waiting for him.
Seeing him approaching, it lowered its head and spit out the cicada on the ground: "Taoist, I just caught a cicada, do you want to eat it?"
"Thank you, no."
Song You was rarely solemn. While rejecting it, he bent down and handed the small fish to it with a sincere attitude: "Miss Sanhua, I would like to marry you. This is my betrothal gift to you. Although the gift is light, it is mine. Please enjoy Xinyi and Dayan’s tradition.”
The calico cat looked down at the fish, then looked up at him:
"I don't know what a bride price is."
Song You straightened up and explained softly:
"If ordinary people want to raise a cat, they have to give a gift to the kitten's mother, or the cat's original owner, or to the kitten itself. This means inviting the cat to come to your home to help catch mice. Thank you for your hard work, cat. Wage payment.”
"understood."
"Please enjoy."
"If I eat your fish, will I become your cat?"
"No." Song You said, "Sanhua Empress is still her own cat. Sanhua Empress will always belong to Sanhua Empress only. But in the future, we will walk side by side, accompany each other, support each other, and in some places we have to I rely on Empress Sanhua’s help, or I rely on Empress Sanhua’s tolerance, so I give Empress Sanhua some food in advance as a gift.”
"It's like the tribute I used to eat."
"Somewhat similar."
"..."
The calico cat stared at him, thoughtfully.
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