The fresh wind roared, carrying snow flakes and blowing on Zhao Lin's face and body.
He sat on the big rock on the top of the mountain and remained motionless, not feeling cold at all. His cultivation had reached the Blood Realm, and his energy and blood circulation was enough to withstand the severe cold.
Absorbing Fengli's soul can improve his cultivation, but he can't put all his hopes on this.
Otherwise, if Fengli is not caught and the martial arts is in ruins, it will be all in vain.
Practice for half a day and return to your residence at dusk.
There was a food box on the stove, and the hot water was boiling. I touched the body of the pot with my hand, and it was still warm.
After winter, it gets dark early, and the villager Li Shi, who is responsible for delivering meals, prepares the meals very early and delivers them.
There was a large bowl of bacon, a bowl of mutton and radish soup, and a plate of pickled vegetables in the food box.
There were no greenhouses in this era, so people would store cabbage, potatoes, and radishes in vegetable cellars as vegetables for the winter.
Zhao Lin had dinner, walked around the house for a while, and went to bed early to rest.
As the sky darkened, the cold wind penetrated into the house along the gaps between the walls and the ground, making a whining sound.
This is not because the house is not reliably repaired, but because it is done deliberately.
The disciples who guard the mountains live alone in the mountains. If the house is too closed, if danger is encountered, it will be impossible to predict it in advance and it will be inconvenient to escape.
Therefore, when the Xingyun Sect asked craftsmen to build the house, they deliberately opened small holes on all sides so that the disciples guarding the mountain could clearly hear what was going on around them.
Not only that, there are two walls that are hollow to prepare for emergency escape.
"It has been three years since I came to this world. I have gone from a boy in a mountain village to a disciple of the Xingyun Sect's inner courtyard. The changes are not small."
"But we can't stop yet."
Zhao Lin lay on the bed, unable to sleep for a while, unconsciously recalling the experiences of the past three years.
From practicing martial arts in Qinghe County, to fighting with a beard, to the Xingyun Sect Dance Elephant Courtyard, the inner courtyard...
My goal has never changed: live, live well, and live long.
The first two goals have been initially achieved, leaving only the last one, which is also the most difficult.
This is not a world of immortality. If you want to break through the shackles and see the farther scenery, you must constantly improve your realm.
After tossing and turning for a long time, I fell asleep until late at night.
After three days in a row, Zhao Lin checked all the traps every day.
He set the traps in sparse woods, near reeds and bushes in river valleys, all places where wild pheasants often hang out.
Nothing found so far.
According to observations over the past few days, there are far fewer pheasants in the mountains than before. If this continues, they will become extinct in a few days.
If all the pheasants die, will the raccoon leave this place?
Zhao Lin thought it was very possible. He speculated that Fengli should be wandering around the Yanyun Mountains, but just happened to come to Guyan Mountain recently.
The raccoon must be caught before the pheasant becomes extinct, otherwise the Yanyun Mountains are so vast that it will be difficult to find it once it leaves.
"Hey, why did the sticky web break?"
On the fourth day, when Zhao Lin was checking the trap hanging on the tree, he was surprised to find that the sticky net was broken.
After taking it off and looking at it carefully, I saw a few green hairs hanging on the sticky net, many gnawing marks, and a few blood stains.
"The sticky net is made of twisted silk and is extremely strong. If it were an ordinary bird, its wings would be tangled up and unable to escape."
"It can't be a squirrel, the hair color doesn't match."
Zhao Lin's heart moved, and he guessed that the one that was probably caught was the Fengli, but unfortunately it bit off the sticky thread and escaped.
"It seems that these methods used to catch ordinary beasts...are useless against flying beasts like flying civets."
"Observe for another two days. If it still doesn't work, we can only think of other ways."
That night, Zhao Lin was suddenly awakened by a strange sound in his sleep.
Terter Terter...
The sound became clearer and clearer, as if something was approaching the house quickly.
There was no sound of stepping on the snow, which meant that the sound came from the air.
Zhao Lin opened his eyes suddenly, picked up the iron ruler at the head of the bed, and rushed out of the room without even putting on his shoes.
Just as he was about to open the door, there were two bangs on the door.
Zhao Lin was startled, hesitated for a moment, unlatched the door latch, pulled it in, and quickly moved to the door.
Under the light of the bright moon, I saw two wild pheasants flapping on the ground, and smelled the smell of blood in their breath.
Zhao Lin quickly glanced outside the door and rushed out. Ultrasonic waves were emitted in all directions, and he immediately located an animal like a civet cat flying in the air in front of him on the left.
He seemed to look back at himself.
Looking up, I saw the air flow surrounding the black shadow, making a sound of "ter, ter, ter, er," and quickly disappeared into the jungle.
"It's indeed a raccoon dog!"
Zhao Lin whispered to himself, looking back at the two lifeless wild pheasants next to the door, his eyebrows raised.
What does it mean?
"Fengli got caught in a sticky net and was injured. He knew it was me, so he came here to threaten me for revenge?"
The more Zhao Lin thought about it, the more he realized it was a possibility. He went back to his room and closed the door without lighting a lamp, sitting at the table in the dark and thinking.
The book in the Chuanjing Pavilion only introduces the special characteristics and habits of the Fengli, and there is no record of its temperament. But judging from its performance tonight, it should have certain wisdom and hold grudges.
This is difficult to handle.
Flying alien beasts are already difficult to catch, but now that they are on guard, it will be even harder to catch them.
After thinking about it, Zhao Lin suddenly remembered what Zhou Paotou once said to him back then: Experienced hunters often rely not on superb hunting skills, but on patience.
In order to catch a prey, they often squat patiently for a day or even a month in a place where the prey often hangs out.
Zhao Lin decided to use the stupidest way to catch this raccoon: sit back and wait.
At this time, Li Shi opened the door and came in, "Mr. Zhao, your brunch."
Zhao Lin stood up and took the food box, thanked him and said, "Brother Li Shi, can you bake some pancakes for me?"
Since you have to stay in the same place, you cannot leave midway, so you must prepare enough food.
"Okay, I'll deliver it in the afternoon."
Li Shi agreed immediately.
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "Don't rush to agree yet, I want a lot of pancakes."
"How much?"
"Fifty pancakes the size of millstones."
"so much?"
"Yes, there is another requirement: pure dough, no chopped green onions, no meat. No seasonings, just a little salt."
Both chopped green onion and meat have a smell, which is not conducive to hiding your whereabouts.
"Okay! I'll go back and make pancakes right now."
Li Shi hurriedly went out and went down the mountain without asking the reason.
Before sunset, he and his son arrived at Zhao Lin's residence carrying a package of noodles.
"Master Zhao, are you satisfied with this?"
Zhao Lin took it and felt it was heavy. He opened the bag and saw a pile of thick flour pancakes. Only a faint smell of flour came out. He was very satisfied. These pancakes were enough to serve as rations for ten and eight days.
"Very good. There is no need to deliver food for the time being. I will come down to tell you when necessary."
(End of chapter)
