After the appearance of the little monkey, Nie Bufan re-checked the eggs he had picked up, and he found two more fertilized eggs. It was about the time of estrus these days, and the chickens were full of energy. There will be a new wave of chicks.
Nie Bufan happily took the two eggs into his arms, regardless of whether they were bad guys or not, he just thought about what kind of species would appear after the shells were broken.
To this end, he deliberately got up early, prepared his luggage, and then led a large group of chickens who were in a hurry, ready to go to the mountain forest to carry out the egg hatching plan.
Before going out, Zhang Junshi saw him and asked to follow him. Then Li Yi also appeared out of nowhere, and then Li Huai, Si Chenyu, and Shen Muran all followed.
Nie Bufante was unhappy. The sacred and inviolable thing like hatching eggs needs to be done when no one is around. What would they do? However, due to the large number of people on the other side, he knew that he could not compete with him, so he could only accept the reality reluctantly.
Spring in the mountains and forests is full of vitality, refreshing and refreshing.
"If you know the east wind side easily, it's always spring when it's colorful." Shen Muran couldn't help but burst out with poetry.
"Returning to Yuan Yun in one breath, grace contains all things deeply." Si Chenyu also said.
Shen Muran said, "When we have a picnic later, why not have a poetry party?"
"Good attention." Si Chenyu closed his fans and asked Xiang Li's brothers and Zhang Junshi, "What do you think?"
Li Huai agreed with a smile.
Li Yi and Zhang Junshi also nodded noncommittally, and then looked at Nie Bufan together again. Everyone present knew very well that Nie Bufan was "inexperienced and incompetent", and he had no relationship with him when he wrote poetry...
Nie Bufan had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be dissatisfied.
After walking for about half an hour, everyone found a relatively flat high and low, with spectacular scenery and mountains, which is very suitable for a picnic place.
Spreading out the cloth table, Zhang Junshi put out some snacks and drinks and dishes prepared in advance, and everyone sat on the floor with a happy look, sweeping away the depression in Jiwo Village recently.
"Such a beautiful scenery, when the float is full of white, let's toast first." Si Chenyu raised his wine glass and saluted everyone.
The rest of the people raised their glasses to greet him, and Nie Bufan also greeted him with a rare face.
Shen Muran sighed: "The mountains and forests are full of beautiful scenery, we should have gone out to visit."
Li Huai nodded again and again: "Yes, the streets are bustling, how can it compare to the tranquility in the mountains?"
Nie Bufan secretly pouted: Hypocrisy!
"While Yaxing is getting stronger, let's start talking about poetry?" Shen Muran suggested, "Chen Yu, you are the most respected person here, why don't you start?"
"Then it's up to me to throw bricks and attract jade." Si Chenyu looked at the rolling mountains in the distance, and chanted, "The willows are drooping, the flowers are full of trees, and the mountains are twilight in spring."
Shen Muran looked at Li Yi, the latter was silent for a while, and then said, "Stop Chui Lun, still drink wine, and the lonely village points to the cloud cover."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Bufan suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance, with a leisurely expression on his face.
Everyone involuntarily looked in the direction of his fingers, only to see a gray chicken flying by.
Li Huai couldn't help but ask, "What happened over there?"
"Oh, nothing." Nie Bufan calmly retracted his hand.
Zhang Junshi couldn't help but let out a low laugh, while Li Yi had a black line on his face.
The rest of the people also quickly reacted, this guy is using his elegant body language to express the mood of "pointing to the cloud cover"...
Shen Muran coughed, ignoring him as much as possible, and continued: "I will accept the following sentence, wine is full of honor, clouds are full of houses, and there is no honor or disgrace in the world."
"Okay." Si Chenyu and others applauded.
Next, Li Huai and Zhang Junshi also correct the poems in turn. Although they are hastily written, they are quite suitable for the occasion.
Nie Bufan was carrying eggs in his arms, and he was bored to the extreme. He sat on the side and drew circles with his feet from time to time.
Seeing this, Li Huai felt so happy! This guy has always been arrogant and invincible, and now it's finally time to be shriveled! Against the background of a group of elegant people, he is like a sparrow at the foot of a phoenix, an ugly duckling beside a swan, a dung beetle among scarabs...
After a few verses were matched, everyone became more interested.
Li Huai suddenly said, "Brother Nie, with such a beautiful scenery, why should you be silent? Why don't you sing a poem to express your feelings freely."
Hearing this, Zhang Junshi and Li Yi squinted at him at the same time, giving him both gloating and somewhat annoyed eyes. It's not good to provoke anyone, but you have to provoke this guy
How could Li Huai understand the deep meaning of it, only thinking about how to make Nie Bufan make a fool of himself.
But why does Nie Bufan care about his face? When necessary, even if he is allowed to run, he can blush and show his majesty without a heartbeat.
Just listen to him: "Let me recite poetry? I'm a little embarrassed."
Zhang and Li squinted at him: Excuse me? who said that
Li Huai pretended to be genial and said with a smile: "Hehe, all of you here are modest gentlemen, and both the refined and the common will be appreciated, and will not laugh at you."
"No, no, no." Nie Bufan shook his finger and said calmly, "I mean that you will be speechless after listening to my poems, bow your body and mind, and feel ashamed."
"..." Zhang, Li, Si, Shen.
Is there anyone in the world who is more XX (can't think of an adjective) than him
"...Then we'd like to hear what you can do to make us 'worship your body and mind, and be ashamed'!" Li Huai gritted his teeth.
Nie Bufan looked around for a week and asked cautiously, "Do you really want to listen?"
Everyone nodded their heads with difficulty under the entanglement, curiosity and a little nervousness.
"Okay." Nie Bufan stood up abruptly, took out his egg (it seems that the adjective is missing), with a solemn expression, looked into the distance, and said slowly, "I want to write a realistic poem, please listen carefully."
Everyone raised their hands to invite.
Nie Bufan cleared his throat, and chanted in a cadenced voice: "Chicken, chicken, chicken, hold your head up to Tiange, sharp claws cut through rocks, and your hair is fluffy."
The cold wind blows, quiet. Luo Binwang (author of "The Song of the Goose"), tears.
Immediately, the surrounding chickens fluttered their wings and chirped in unison, shaking the four fields.
Everyone was in a mess, and they accepted the baptism of dust dignifiedly and solemnly.
Amidst the noise, there seemed to be a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the forest.
Nie Bufan waved his hands in high spirits and smiled humbly: "Thank you for your support and praise, I am ashamed, ashamed." In fact, from the top of his head to his lower jaw, where did he show a little bit of "ashamed" color
Well, I have to say that Nie Bufan was right just now. When this poem came out, it really made them "silent, obsessed with body and mind, and embarrassed." Coupled with the rendering of the environment, it was like a "king" style. Unmatched.
Si Chenyu and the others shot at Li Huai at the same time with sharp knife-like eyes, as if to say: It's all yours!
Li Huai bowed his head in shame: I was wrong, I was very wrong!
Nie Bufan brushed a strand of flowing hair hanging from his face with a finger, and said proudly, "How? Does my master's talent make you feel that the sun and the moon are dull?"
Yes, very right, really dull. Everyone bowed their heads in silence.
"That's why it is said that there are people outside the world and there are heaven outside the world." Nie Bufan looked down at Li Huai and instructed, "Don't think that you can write a few crooked poems and be arrogant. Genius is everywhere, and the grassroots will be complacent."
Li Huai's head drooped even further, and his face was as red as the magma at the bottom of a volcano, "dissolving" himself.
Si Chenyu didn't turn his head, he couldn't bear to look directly.
Shen Muran was stunned on the spot, feeling that black and white were reversed in front of him.
Zhang Junshi's face twitched, and he secretly laughed until he beat his chest.
Li Yi looked at the sky, the god was like a statue, and he disappeared.
"Forget it, since you have a good attitude, I won't say more." Nie Bufan said earnestly, "Be humble and low-key in the future, don't pretend to understand when you don't understand, step by step, be down-to-earth, don't be too ambitious, and challenge authority. …”
Nima, didn't you say more
Li Huai almost cried: "Please, don't say anything, I admit my mistake, I admit my mistake!"
"Do you really admit that you were wrong?" Nie Bufan was a little hesitant.
"Really, absolutely true." He was full of anger.
"Oh, well, knowing mistakes can make a big difference." Nie Bufan sighed, looking from a distance, "It's cold at heights, and mortals are only mortals after all."
Si, Li, Zhang, and Shen Qiqi worshiped him and paid high respect to him for his ability to turn things upside down, call a deer a horse, be narcissistic and shameless, and surpass ordinary people. Since then, no one has dared to recite poetry in front of him again - I can't afford to lose this person.
A beautiful outing ended so hastily, and everyone returned in disappointment.
Nie Bufan waved him off, and he was finally able to hatch eggs in the woods by himself.
There were chickens guarding him, and even Wang Shichan, who was hiding in the dark, was no match for him, so he quietly escaped.
Nie Bufan raised a bonfire, then wrapped the egg in a cloth and swayed it back and forth on the fire, flipping it occasionally.
This way of hatching eggs, the gods will cry.
The strange thing is that in just one stick of incense, the two eggs actually broke their shells one after another...
Nie Bufan opened his shining eyes, staring at the eggshell without blinking, nervously waiting for the birth of a new life.
Not long after, the little guy in the eggshell on the left broke out first, and it turned out to be a bald chicken
Nie Bufan was greatly disappointed. He didn't expect this one to be a special breed. He pulled the bald chicken chop aside and continued to look at the remaining egg.
This time, it was different. A little guy with white flowers emerged from the shell, with a long neck and a round face, a coat of fluff, and short limbs. How could he look like a llama
Nie Bufan looked hesitant, poked its soft body, and muttered, "Is this a mutant born from a goat and a goat..."
So fantastic!
Nie Bufan touched his chin, then snapped his fingers: "Okay, I'll need you 'Xiaogen' in the future, as for you..."
He looked at the bald chicken again and said, "In view of your extraordinary birth, although you are a grass chicken, you will become a great thing in the future, so let's name it 'Daqi'!"