Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 145 145. Late Night Sneaking

  The night is quiet.

  The sky is like a dark silk, the moon is dim and invisible, only covered by thick dark clouds.

  The entire night sky is not adorned with a single star. In this dark night, only vague shadows can be seen in the mountains in the distance, and I don’t know whether it is mud or leaves under my feet...

  Song Tan quietly pushed open the door.

  Aura wraps the old wooden doors, trying not to make them make that terrible creaking sound.

  When she was in the realm of comprehension, she imagined countless times what it would be like to live in modern times, but it definitely did not include using aura to do this kind of thing.

  But at this moment...it's urgent.

  Finally got out of the gate of the main room. Looking at the locked iron gate, she could only use her limited aura to leap to the top of the two-meter-high gate in an instant, and then successfully jumped out of the courtyard.

  No way, her father embedded iron nails and broken glass in the cement on the courtyard walls one or two meters high in order to prevent thieves.

   It is true that she is currently in the Qi training period, but the spiritual energy in this village is so thin, it has been more than a month, and she has not yet cultivated the indestructible body of a diamond!

  In martial arts novels, it's just a matter of internal strength.

   It is really miserable to say, Song Tan is not willing to recall more on weekdays, otherwise every time I think about it, I will pierce my heart.

  If it wasn't for lack of spiritual power, why did she run back to the mountain like a thief in the middle of the night?

  Back then, with a flick of a finger, the aura could cover the entire Yinyue Peak. Now with a flick of a finger, only a few grains of soybean-sized aura scattered in all directions.

  Because of this, in order to ensure the growth quality of this batch of fruit trees worth tens of thousands, she could only practice in another place late at night.

  The aura is not enough, and it is gathered by practicing at night.

  In the front and back of her house, even the weeds grow strong and tender, and the squirrels pluck a string on the wall every morning, all because of practicing in the room.

  Song Tan’s footsteps were silent. From the outside of the yard to the back mountain, the beehives were quiet and silent. However, moving forward, pushing aside the bushes, a shadow darker than the night suddenly raised his head in the darkness—

   "Hush!"

  She lowered her voice: "My lord, go to sleep."

  The big dog let out a low whimper from its throat.

   Dabai sensed some movement in the mist, and at this moment he opened his mouth with a "crack", and then Song Tan pinched the flat goose beak, and put his head back under the wings:

   "Sleep with you."

   It did not move again.

  The king lay back on his stomach again, but his eyes were still fixed on Song Tan's direction.

  And Song Tan walked all the way, came to the place where the peach trees were planted in the back mountain, chose the center position, and sat down cross-legged.

   Daoyin concentrates, embraces Yuan and keeps one.

  The sky is clear and the earth is bright, and everything is alive.

  She slowly sank her mind, and a white mist visible to the naked eye gradually lingered around her, blending perfectly with the night in the peach forest, and soon seemed to disappear without a trace.

  Only the sound of insects around suddenly increased, and heavy dewdrops condensed on the grass leaves, and then penetrated into the ground with a "click", making the leaves stand upright and emerald green visible to the naked eye.

  The roots of the peach tree that had just been planted during the day germinated quietly in the ground, piercing through the original small soil layer, and grasping the new surrounding soil step by step.

  Thinner capillary roots grow slowly.

The soil acts as a medium, and all kinds of nutrients in it travel along the branches with wisps of aura, and then there seems to be a clear and crisp "pop", a tree has opened its leaf buds and bloomed the first Tender light green leaves.

  The silent back mountain seems to have a silent excitement at this moment.

  The king walked up to Song Tan at some point and slowly got down on the ground.

  His huge body is like a tiger, with smooth lines, and the yellow fur on his body trembles slightly, as if there is a stream of light flowing quietly on the fur.

  In the darkness, it looks more majestic.

  Dabai seemed to have sensed something, and at this moment he pulled out his neck from under the wings with a "crack", and then ran to the back mountain blankly, patting his feet.

   Several wild boars in the pigsty let out a sound of sleepiness, and they fell asleep again in the direction of Taolin by coincidence...

  In the direction of the chestnut forest, the Sanbao German Shepherd and the Four BMWs howled like wolves.

  They stared at the white foggy mountains in the distance with the dark night, and moved their paws eagerly, but finally lay down whimpering, obediently guarding this mountain forest...

   Early the next morning.

  Song Sancheng just woke up, just walked to the yard, but saw a row of local ugly gray fur squirrels standing on the courtyard wall, all staring at him, scurrying back and forth on the wall.

   Whoo!

  He was startled, are there so many squirrels on the mountain this year? There is a large group every morning, like a meeting with mice.

   "Ulan," he raised his voice, "Have you hidden our things? Don't call them a scourge of squirrels."

  This squirrel can be mischievous. It eats and steals everything. Even now, like a magpie, it can dig up the newly sown seeds in the ground.

  Song Sancheng was puzzled, and there were also in previous years, but only occasionally saw bold ones scurrying over the wall.

   But what happened this year?

  It seems that there is a long list of them every day at the door of the house.

   There are really so many people, I didn’t realize it in the back mountain before!

  He was puzzled.

  Ulan also just came out of the house, heard the words and casually glanced at it: "What can I eat, a few old dried corn cobs, if you steal it, steal it."

   No matter how poor you are, can you still lack these sticks?

  But she was also puzzled, and looked at the beams under the sundry shed, where a few corncobs were dry, and no squirrels touched them.

   Could it be that she disliked her for several years and forgot?

   Just as he was talking, Seventh Cousin also came out from the side room, now he was smiling and a little embarrassed:

   "Get up late, get up late..."

  He himself wondered, it is said that he doesn't sleep well at this age.

  When I was in the urban area, it was great to be able to sleep for four hours intermittently at night, and I had to open my eyes at three or four in the morning.

  But now I look at my watch, it's already half past five and almost six!

  I went to bed at nine o'clock last night until now, and I haven't woken up!

   Looking at my wife again, she is also ruddy and energetic...

   Come on!

  The old couple knew what they were thinking: it must be because of the air in the countryside. This time it was really right.

  Ulan has lived most of her life, and this is the first time she has hired a chef, so she is a little embarrassed:

   "It's not too late, we usually just get ready at this time."

  Seventh Cousin could see her embarrassment and incompatibility, and hurried to the kitchen at this moment: "Who have dinner in the morning? I'm starting to pack now."

   While still laughing: "I have been doing banquets for so many years, so it is reasonable to estimate the number of people quite well. But there has never been a time like yesterday, when all the plates and bowls were eaten clean."

  According to the concept of treating guests in the countryside, I would rather have leftovers than empty plates.

  If everyone hadn’t walked away with their stomachs as shy as if they were five months pregnant, Seventh Cousin would really be ashamed——

   It is a great faux pas to treat guests to dinner without filling them up!

   The local gray-haired squirrel is really not very good-looking.

besides.

  (end of this chapter)