It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
The sky was like a piece of dark silk. The moon was dim and invisible, covered only by thick dark clouds.
The entire night sky was starless. In the pitch-black night, the distant mountains were only the shadows of a lake. It was unclear whether the ground underfoot was mud or leaves...
Song Tan pushed open the door quietly.
The spiritual energy wrapped around the old wooden doors, trying not to make them creak that terrible sound.
When she was in the world of cultivation, she had imagined countless times what it would be like to live in the modern era, but using spiritual energy to do such things never included in her imagination.
But at this moment... we have to act urgently.
After finally getting out of the main hall's door and looking at the locked iron gate, she could only circulate her limited spiritual energy and instantly leap to the top of the door which was more than two meters high, and then successfully jumped out of the yard.
There was no other way. In order to prevent thieves, her father embedded iron nails and broken glass in the cement on the one or two meter high walls around the courtyard.
It is true that she is currently in the Qi training stage, but the spiritual energy in this village is so thin that it has been more than a month, and she has not yet cultivated an indestructible body!
In martial arts novels, it's just the internal strength.
It's really miserable. Song Tan doesn't like to recall the past too much on weekdays, otherwise he will feel heartbroken every time he thinks about it.
If she didn't lack spiritual power, why would she run to the back mountain like a thief in the middle of the night
In the past, with a flick of the finger, the spiritual energy could cover the entire Yinyue Peak. Now, with a flick of the finger, only a few soybean-sized spiritual energy can be scattered.
Because of this, in order to ensure the growth quality of these fruit trees worth tens of thousands of dollars, she had to change her place to practice late at night.
There is not enough spiritual energy, so I have to rely on nighttime practice to gather it.
Even the weeds in front of and behind her house were growing strong and tender. Squirrels would pick a bunch of grass on the wall every morning because she was practicing in the room.
Song Tan walked silently from the outside of the yard to the back mountain. There was silence around the beehives. However, he went further ahead and pushed aside the bushes. In the darkness, a shadow darker than the night suddenly raised its head.
"Shh!"
She lowered her voice and said, "Good boy, go back to sleep."
The big dog let out a low whimper from his throat.
Dabai sensed some movement in his daze, and when he opened his mouth, he made a "Ga" sound. Then Song Tan grabbed his flat beak and stuffed his head back under his wings:
"Go to sleep."
Sure enough, it stopped moving again.
The king lay down again, but his eyes were still firmly fixed in the direction of Song Tan.
Song Tan walked forward all the way to the place where peach trees were planted on the back mountain. He chose the center position and sat down cross-legged.
Guide and concentrate the mind, embrace the origin and maintain unity.
The sky is clear and the earth is bright, and all things are alive and well.
She slowly calmed her mind, and white mist visible to the naked eye gradually lingered around her, blending perfectly with the darkness in the peach forest, and soon seemed to disappear without a trace.
Only the chirping of insects around suddenly increased. Heavy dewdrops condensed on the grass leaves, and then seeped into the ground with a "pop", making the leaves visibly more upright and green.
The roots of the peach tree that had just been planted during the day quietly sprouted in the ground, broke through the original small layer of soil, and tightly grasped the surrounding new soil step by step.
Finer capillary roots slowly grow out.
With the soil as a medium, the various nutrients in it flow through the branches along with wisps of spiritual energy. Then, there seems to be a clear and crisp "pop" sound, and a tree has opened its leaf pod, blooming the first tender light green leaf.
The quiet back mountain seemed to be silently bustling at this moment.
The king had walked up to Song Tan without him noticing and slowly lay down.
His huge body was like a tiger, with smooth lines, and his yellow fur was trembling slightly, as if light was flowing quietly on his fur.
In the darkness, it looks even more majestic.
Dabai seemed to sense something, and at this moment he pulled his neck out from under the wings with a "click", and then ran towards the back mountain with his feet tapping in a daze.
Several wild boars in the pigsty snorted as they fell asleep, and all went to the peach forest to sleep...
In the direction of the chestnut forest, three German Shepherds and four BMWs howled long and hard, like wolves.
They stared at the white misty mountains in the distance in the dark night, their paws moved eagerly, but finally whimpered and lay down, guarding the forest obediently...
Early the next morning.
Song Sancheng had just got up and walked into the yard when he saw a row of ugly local gray squirrels standing on the wall, staring at him and running back and forth on the wall.
Wow!
He was shocked. Are there so many squirrels in the mountains this year? There are so many of them every morning, like a group of mice having a meeting.
"Wulan," he raised his voice, "Have you hidden our things? Don't let the squirrels destroy them."
This squirrel is very mischievous. It eats and steals everything. Now it even turns over the seeds that have just been sown in the ground, just like the magpie.
Song Sancheng was puzzled. This had happened in previous years, but he had only occasionally seen the brave ones jumping over the wall.
But what happened this year
It seems like there is a long queue at the doorstep every day.
But if there are really so many, I didn’t notice it when I was in the back mountain before!
He was full of confusion.
Wulan had just come out of the house and glanced at them nonchalantly: "What can we eat? Just a few old dried corn cobs. Just steal them."
No matter how poor you are, can you still lack these few sticks
But she was also puzzled. She looked up at the beams under the utility shed and saw a few corn cobs lying there dry, and no squirrels were seen touching them.
Could it be that he disliked her and forgot about her after she died for a few years
As he was talking, the seventh cousin came out from the side room, smiling and a little embarrassed:
"I got up late, I got up late..."
He himself was also puzzled, as it was normal for people of this age to have difficulty sleeping.
When I was in the city, it was a blessing to be able to sleep for four hours a night, and I had to open my eyes at three or four in the morning.
But now I look at the watch, it’s already half past five, almost six!
I went to bed at nine o'clock last night and haven't woken up since then!
Looking at my wife, she also looks ruddy and energetic...
Okay!
The old couple knew it: it must be because the air in the countryside is good for health. This trip was the right one.
Wulan has lived for most of her life, but this is the first time she has hired a chef, so she feels a little embarrassed:
"It's not too late. Normally we'd just be getting ready at this time."
Uncle Seven saw her embarrassment and discomfort, and hurried to the kitchen: "How many people are eating this morning? I'll start cleaning now."
He laughed and said, "I've been preparing banquets for so many years, so I should have a good estimate of the number of people. But there has never been a time like yesterday when the plates and bowls were all cleaned up."
According to the rural concept of entertaining guests, it is better to have leftovers than to have an empty plate.
If everyone hadn't left with their bellies sticking out like they were five months pregnant, my seventh cousin would have been really ashamed—
It is extremely disrespectful to invite guests to dinner and not let them eat enough!