"Hey, I wouldn't have remembered it if you didn't tell me. My legs are numb too. Give me a quick slap, Master." Song He said proudly.
The little Taoist priest Qingyang didn't expect that he would hit his own foot when he lifted the rock, but he had to obey the master's instructions. He had no choice but to put the bowl aside, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to beat his master's legs.
Suddenly there was a sound of birdsong in the air. When I looked up, I saw a beautiful little red bird flying from nowhere. The little red bird circled in the air and landed on a branch above Songhe's head. Then it flapped its wings and dropped a lot of dust.
Song Hezhen lay half on the stone under the tree, completely defenseless, and his eyes were blinded by the dust. He suddenly became angry and cursed: "Where did this broken bird come from? You really deserve to die."
As if he thought it wasn't enough to satisfy his hatred, he took off another shoe and threw it towards the little red bird. Songhe's technique was quite clever. Even though the little red bird reacted very quickly, it was still scratched by the shoe thrown by Songhe, and a red feather fell floating down.
The little red bird seemed to be angry. It stretched out its neck and called twice, then circled in the air and flew towards Songhe. Seeing that he was about to be hit, Songhe no longer dared to stand up, and quickly stood up from the stone under the tree and stepped aside.
As soon as Songhe got out of the way, the ball fell on the stone where he had just been lying. With a snap, a ball of green and white bird droppings scattered.
Song Hehou was terrified. If he had hid slower, wouldn't this ball of bird poop just fall on his head? Even if I avoid it now, this stone is still contaminated by bird droppings. How can I still lie here and drink in the future?
Thinking of these, Songhe became furious. A little bird dared to bully him like this. Did he really think that Songhe, a famous person in the world, was old?
I saw his right foot pause, and his body instantly rose by more than ten feet, surpassing the branch where the little red bird was standing just now. Then he quickly stretched out his left foot, tapped lightly on the branch, and rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, In a short while, he arrived in front of the little red bird.
The little red bird didn't expect that the old Taoist priest in front of him was so powerful that he could fly into the air like a bird. He quickly spread his wings and flew in the other direction.
But it was too late by this time. Before the little red bird could turn around, one of Songhe's hands had already stretched out and pinched one of his legs. The little red bird fluttered and struggled a few times, but in vain. It was still unable to break free from Song He's clutches.
With all his strength exhausted, Songhe's figure began to fall. At this moment, he twisted his waist. I don't know how he used the force. Songhe's descending body stopped abruptly, and then spun in the air. , and landed steadily on the branch of the crooked neck tree.
Qingyang stood under the tree, his face full of envy. He was indeed his master. This light kung fu was really powerful. Even though he had been studying with his master for nearly ten years, he had not even learned 10% of his skills. The same was true. When climbing a tree, you can only use your hands and feet to climb up.
Songhe stood on a thick branch, looked at the little red bird in his hand, and said to himself: "You dare to bully me, Taoist Master, I'm so tired of living, let's see if I don't crush you to death!"
As soon as Song He finished speaking, he heard a clear voice saying: "Stop, let go of my little bird."
Songhe seemed to have expected this. He smiled slightly and said in the direction of the voice: "Where does this junior dare to tease Songhe, who is famous in the world? He really takes the courage of an ambitious leopard. Why not?" Come out quickly to take charge?"
The clear voice was not afraid at all. She snorted coldly and said, "Old guy, you hurt my Xiaohong first and then asked me to go out and apologize? This is absolutely impossible."
Songhe said: "Then don't blame me for being rude. This little bird doesn't look big, but its body is quite fat. There should be a lot of meat on it. Master Dao, I haven't eaten meat for a long time, so why not save it for the evening meal?" . Is it braised in brown sauce? Or stewed? Or grilled and eaten directly?"
Hearing Songhe's words, the clear voice seemed to be anxious and said: "You dare?"
"Then let's see if I dare, Mr. Dao!" He said as if he was about to exert force on his hands.
At this moment, a small black snake suddenly sprang out from the tree trunk next to it and bit Songhe's ankle. Songhe has been traversing the rivers and lakes for decades. He is not afraid of anything but this kind of venomous snake. When he saw the little black snake suddenly appeared, his legs softened and he fell from the tree. However, he managed to escape by mistake. After the attack of the little black snake.
Even though the attack missed, the little black snake didn't give up. It swam around the tree trunk, then with a shake of its body, it flew directly towards Songhe from the air.
The branch was only more than ten feet high from the ground. Even if Songhe fell from the tree, he wouldn't be hurt by his skill, but he would be in an extremely awkward position when he landed. After Songhe landed, he became a little bolder, at least his legs were no longer weak, but he still didn't dare to face the little black snake directly, so he hid behind his apprentice Qingyang in a flash.
Of course, Qingyang was with his master. Seeing that the little black snake was unreasonable and even wanted to attack himself, he was immediately prepared. He didn't know what he took out of his arms and threw it away casually. When he got out, a yellow mist instantly appeared in front of him.
This yellow mist is the realgar powder used to repel snakes. Songhe and Qingyang often travel in rivers and lakes. These are necessary things. However, the little black snake appeared too suddenly just now, and Songhe is naturally afraid of snakes. Then there was no reaction.
The little black snake was forced by the realgar powder and immediately did not dare to pursue him any further. However, he did not flinch. He coiled himself not far in front of Qingyang and stared at the front while spitting out his words.
With the buffer of his apprentice Qingyang, Songhe finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, thinking that he was frightened by a snake and fell from the tree, and was forced into a panic by a junior, he had not been like this in decades. After the embarrassment, he suddenly became furious. He secretly held a stone in his hand and shouted: "Pi, if you don't come out and take care of it, I won't be polite. Don't blame me for bullying the small."
Song He is naturally afraid of snakes, and he was frightened just now because he was unprepared. Now that he has calmed down, it is naturally extremely easy to deal with a small black snake. If nothing else, just the stone in his hand can do it. It can nail the little black snake to the ground.
"Master Songhe, please be merciful!" As soon as Songhe finished speaking, a loud voice came from a distance, and at the same time, a tall figure flew from the bottom of the mountain.
This figure is extremely tall, at least a head taller than an ordinary person. It has a strong build, well-developed muscles, and thick hair. Even its skin is dark and shiny. It looks like a black bear that has become a spirit when it runs. It even felt like the entire mountain was shaking.
