Uncle Zhong couldn't help but nod when he saw Exquisite call out the name of the nestling.
Han Xiao scratched the back of his head. He did not know what a Lightning Bird was. This little nestling was not even the size of his palm. The yellow color on the edge of its triangular beak had not faded, and a few small feathers had grown on its small body. It looked really ugly.
Uncle Zhong could tell from Han Xiao's expression that this kid didn't know what was good for him. He didn't point it out and just said,"Xiao 'er, this little bird will be raised by you in the future.”
"Ah!" Han Xiao and Exquisite called out at the same time, and then said in unison,"Why?"”
The only difference was that Han Xiao's face was filled with reluctance, while Exquisite's face was filled with reluctance.
Han Xiao and Exquisite couldn't help but look at each other. Exquisite turned her head and pulled Uncle Zhong's hand up, shaking it as she said,"Uncle Zhong, look at Shidi, he doesn't know what's good for him! Why don't you let me raise it, Uncle Zhong!”
Uncle Zhong dotingly looked at Ling Long who was acting coquettishly at the side. He smiled and said,"Linglong, you already have Little White. If you want this Lightning Bird, aren't you afraid that Little White will eat it at night?”
As he spoke, he glanced at Little White, who was lying on the ground and looking at the lightning bird in Uncle Zhong's hand with hostility.
Hearing Uncle Zhong's words, Exquisite looked at the lightning bird in Uncle Zhong's hand unwillingly. Her eyes were wandering between Little White and the lightning bird. Little White's scales turned cold as it rubbed against Exquisite's calf with a fawning look.
Han Xiao looked at his senior sister and Uncle Zhong in bafflement and interrupted,""Uncle Zhong, since senior sister likes it, why don't you…give this lightning bird to senior sister?”
Uncle Zhong teased the lightning bird in his hand, chuckling without saying a word.
However, Little White understood Han Xiao's words. It stood up and hissed at Han Xiao with its tongue. Han Xiao was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth and took two steps back.
Exquisite, on the other hand, was furious when she saw Han Xiao's ignorant look. She kicked Little White away and said to Han Xiao,"What do you know? This was only the Lightning Bird's baby. When it reached adulthood, its flying speed would be extremely fast, and it would not be an exaggeration to travel a thousand miles a day. It was just that adult lightning birds had violent temperaments and were impossible to tame. Even if they obtained young ones, they would not be able to raise them without specific conditions.”
As she spoke, Exquisite used her hand to tease the Lightning Bird cub in Uncle Zhong's hand. The cub seemed to have just hatched. It opened its small mouth and didn't even open its eyes.
Uncle Zhong looked at the confused Han Xiao and continued,"When the Lightning Bird reaches adulthood, it can faintly hear the sound of wind and thunder as it flies. Its pair of sharp claws are extremely sharp and carry lightning. Both it and Little White belonged to the ranks of spirit beasts. They had a thin bloodline passed down from ancient times.
Fortunately, the adult Lightning Bird was still in its feeding period, so its strength was not as strong as before. Moreover, I think that the adult Lightning Bird wanted to use the Fire Grass on this baby. If not for that, it would be good enough for me to retreat unscathed.
One had to know that the lightning birds were difficult to deal with. They were extremely fast and difficult to shake off. Its claws were sharp. My shoulder was injured by the counterattack of that adult Lightning Bird.
Xiao 'er, this Flaming Grass is for you. I asked you to raise this Lightning Bird because it also needs the help of the Flaming Grass. Otherwise, it will be extremely difficult to survive. Your master is an expert in this aspect. We still have to wait for him to come back and see what he has to say.”
When Han Xiao heard that he had to raise the Lightning Bird himself, he did not say anything else. Seeing his senior sister's unhappy expression, Han Xiao said,"Senior Sister, don't be unhappy. Just take it that I'm helping you raise it. When you grow up, you'll definitely be more obedient than Xiao Bai.”
Exquisite chuckled and said," Who wants you to help me raise it? Little White is not worse than your little sparrow. Right, Little White?"”
With a wave of his hand, Little White shrunk its body and jumped onto Exquisite's shoulder. It rubbed against Exquisite's pink face affectionately.
Han Xiao then noticed that when Little White landed on Exquisite's shoulder, its body had shrunk a lot.
He remembered that when he was climbing Sky-piercing Peak, Little White was as thick as his thigh. When it used its tail to hit him, it was like a heavy hammer. But now, it had shrunk to the thickness of a wrist.
Looking at Han Xiao pointing at Little White with his mouth agape, Exquisite was very pleased with herself. She turned around and walked out proudly.
Uncle Zhong looked at the two children in comfort. He looked at the bloody blisters on Han Xiao's hands and the wound on his leg, but he did not say a word of pain. Uncle Zhong could not help but feel his heart ache. However, when he thought about how Han Zhitian probably only had one disciple in his life, how could he not care? This was not only Zhitian's successor, but also his own disciple.
Even though they had already known each other for a few months, Uncle Zhong still looked at Han Xiao frequently and was extremely satisfied. If it wasn't because he had no other choice, Uncle Zhong wouldn't want to use this seemingly rough method to teach Han Xiao.
It was just that Han Xiao entered the sect very late. Although he was only ten years old, it was not considered late for him to learn martial arts compared to ordinary people in the martial world. However, Uncle Zhong had never thought of comparing himself with those people.
The direct disciples of true cultivation sects were all born with the essence of heaven, earth, and the essence of the five elements to cultivate their roots. Han Xiao seemed to be having a hard time now, but others at this age might have already captured dragons and subdued tigers.
Although Han Xiao had entered the sect late, as the successor of him and Zhi Tian, he definitely could not be inferior to others.
Han Xiao didn't know what Uncle Zhong was thinking about. Seeing Uncle Zhong thinking about something, he turned around and went back to continue chopping firewood. Today's chopping was worse than yesterday's.
When Han Xiao was about to die from exhaustion again, Uncle Zhong's voice finally came from the room.
To be honest, Han Xiao would rather work harder than to enter the house and be cooked again. Although he had already tasted that feeling for a few months, he still couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end when he thought about it.
Uncle Zhong saw that Han Xiao didn't enter the room, so he stuck his head out to see Han Xiao slowly walking around the door. He couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you always dawdling? What a good-for-nothing! Hurry up and come in!"
Uncle Zhong's voice gave Han Xiao a fright. Seeing that Uncle Zhong was about to get angry, Han Xiao could only brace himself and walk into the house.
Looking at the wooden bucket and herbs in the room, Han Xiao couldn't help but think of the same formula and the same medicinal smell. He could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Uncle Zhong saw Han Xiao's timid appearance and couldn't help but be angry. He was just thinking about the good things about this silly kid, why was he so cowardly now?
Uncle Zhong raised his leg and kicked Han Xiao's butt. Uncle Zhong's kick was very skillful. Han Xiao only felt a force coming from his butt. His hands reflexively covered his butt, and he flew up as if he was riding on clouds.
Before Han Xiao could recover from his shock, he fell into the wooden bucket with a plop. By the time Han Xiao reacted, he could only take off his clothes and throw them out while smiling foolishly at Uncle Zhong.
It was still the same feeling of alternating between cold and heat. However, after so many experiences, Han Xiao was no longer screaming like a ghost or howling wolf like before. It was just that the coldness that went straight to his brain and the feeling as if he had fallen into a pot of oil was really difficult for Han Xiao to get used to.
It was just that every time Han Xiao endured this pain, he felt as if a force was seeping into his body. Ignoring the pain, Han Xiao suddenly felt that this kind of massage-like force was quite comfortable.
Han Xiao felt this force and used it to divert his attention so that he could reduce the pain a little. Unknowingly, he silently operated the method his master taught him. It guided the force to follow the path in the chant and walk through his body.
But for some reason, Han Xiao just couldn't find the Qi sensation that his senior sister had mentioned. Every time this force reached his dantian, for some reason, it seemed as if there was a force that would dissipate this Qi into nothingness.
Over time, Han Xiao believed that the path of cultivation was like this. Over time, he could be like his senior sister, leaping high and far as if he was walking on flat ground.
With this thought, Han Xiao no longer persistently searched for the sense of Qi. He only guided that feeling over and over again, walking through his body. Every time his dantian qi sea was shattered, he would start all over again and never tire of it.
However, Han Xiao realized that the more he circulated it, the more time passed, and the weaker the force became. Knowing that it would be difficult to feel this force in the end, Han Xiao opened his eyes and woke up from his meditation.
After waking up, Han Xiao felt refreshed. The tiredness from the day's training seemed to have gone with the wind.
Han Xiao realized that the wounds on his body had already healed as usual. The blood blisters on his hands had all disappeared, and the dead skin had also fallen off.
Han Xiao raised his leg to look at the injury on his leg. It was actually intact today. He really did not notice it before. Han Xiao could not help but marvel at the miraculous effects of the medicine. He did not resist the daily bath. Actually, Han Xiao didn't understand. Uncle Zhong and Han Zhitian didn't notice either. Usually, Han Xiao only guided the medicinal power that was condensed and not dispersed. Although it affected the search for Qi, it was still very beneficial to the body.
Jumping into a bucket of clear water beside him, Han Xiao washed off the medicinal liquid on his body, changed into clean clothes, and walked out.
Perhaps it was because he lived on the mountain, but Han Xiao always felt that there were more days than nights in a day. Master and Mistress had already returned to the Full Moon Plains and were drying today's harvest on the south side.
Senior Sister Ling Long was running around like a butterfly, and she couldn't help but laugh like silver bells. Little White followed behind Exquisite like a stalker. From time to time, it would raise its head and climb onto Exquisite's body, but Exquisite would always dodge it.
Han Xiao stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at his master, masteress, Uncle Zhong, and senior sister from afar. It was like a painting scroll. He couldn't bear to walk in and break the peace of this painting scroll. If he was so happy every day, it would be worth it if he didn't leave the Hundred Thousand Mountains in his life.
At this moment, Exquisite turned around and saw Han Xiao standing at the door and looking at them from afar. She waved and shouted,"Junior Brother, come quickly. Mother brought us a lot of delicious food. If you don't come soon, Xiao Bai will eat all of it.”
Exquisite's shout woke Han Xiao up. Han Xiao smiled. Wasn't he walking into this painting now? Yes! He was walking into the painting. With that thought, Han Xiao walked towards his senior sister.
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