Zhong Wen didn't go home for several days. After Chen Feng and his son left, Zhong Wen left the Taoist temple and walked to his home down the mountain.

"Brother, why are you back?"

Xiaohua was holding her gun at home, waving it around and playing, when she suddenly saw her brother coming back, her face full of joy, and under the tree, there were two big birds.

Those two big birds are the two young birds that were caught and raised before. In three months, they have grown into two big birds, nearly one meter tall. Every morning, they are filled with small flowers and

Zhong Wen feeds her, and of course, Zhong Mugen and his wife also feed him occasionally.

Originally, Zhong Wen wanted to take one back to Guanli to raise one, but Xiaohua was unwilling and could only keep it at home.

Even Xiaohua, who didn't know how to fish, learned to fish. Although she still couldn't put on the sling, Zhong Mugen had to take off the sling every few days.

Fortunately, there is a lot of meat at home, otherwise, these two big birds would really be impossible to feed, let alone raise.

"Little sister, have dad and mom gone to the ground again?"

Although Zhong Wen runs with Xiao Hua every day, there are not many opportunities to see his parents. As long as Zhong Mugen and his wife get up early in the morning, they either go to work in the fields or carry a load to sell some dry food every once in a while.

Tofu, or hare fur or something, so it's hard to see them.

"Brother, my parents and I went to work in the fields after breakfast. Brother, look at Big Mouth and Little Mouth. I can't even feed them now. I can't feed them enough fish every day.

They catch very little prey every day, and they always come to snatch my fish to eat."

After Xiaohua explained what happened to her parents, she pointed at the two big birds standing under the tree and complained to Zhong Wen. Moreover, the names of these two big birds were also given by Xiaohua, Big Mouth and Little Bird.

Mouth means too much to eat.

"Little sister, you have to let them fly. Don't keep them tied up. Let them hunt on their own. The sky is their world."

Zhong Wen was actually drunk, and every time he asked Xiaohua not to tie the two big birds, Xiaohua was afraid that the two foodies would fly away, so she always liked to tie them under the tree.

"Brother, if you don't tie them up, they will run away. I raised them with great difficulty."

Xiaohua doesn't want the big mouth and small mouth she has raised to fly away like this. If they really fly, she will probably feel uncomfortable for a long time.

"Little sister, let them go. When I caught them, I thought I could train them at home. But I didn't expect that I went to the temple and didn't have time to train them. I will let them in the future.

Let’s soar in the sky.”

Zhong Wen believed that Big Mouth and Little Mouth had been raised at home for several months, and they had some feelings for each other. No matter how they flew, they would not be able to fly very far. Even if they flew away, they would be free and would always be tethered.

, this is a kind of sadness.

Zhong Wen approached Big Mouth and Little Mouth, untied the thick rope around their feet, picked up Big Mouth, and threw it into the sky. Big Mouth opened its wings with all his strength, flew up, and then threw Little Mouth away.

go out.

After being raised at home for more than three months, Big Mouth and Little Mouth basically don't know how to peck people. Only at the beginning, they were a little bit resistant, but after being raised for such a long time, they naturally recognize people.

"Brother, look, Big Mouth and Little Mouth really flew away."

When Xiaohua saw her brother, she let go of the big mouth she had raised, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Little sister, if you don't fly if you have wings, then you have ruined a pair of good wings. Just like you, you have two hands. If you are not allowed to use your hands, won't you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhong Wen didn't know how to explain this matter. At least Big Mouth would be free in the future. Even if he really flew away, he would still be free. It was better than being tied up in his own home.

Sometimes, human beings will always do some ignorant things to relieve their temporary interest. When the interest disappears, they will always feel that they have done something wrong, just like Zhong Wen caught these two baby birds and raised them.

This is also true.

Zhong Wen is not the Virgin, but she is not an executioner either. Firstly, she wants to liberate this big mouth, secondly, she wants to liberate the little flowers, and even more importantly, she wants to liberate her own parents.

Having such big mouths at home actually puts a burden on the three people in the family. Not only do they consume meat, but they also have to feed them frequently, which takes up a lot of time.

"Okay, little sister, don't be sad. In a few days, I will get you a puppy to raise."

In order to dispel Xiaohua's sad mood, Zhong Wen had to find an excuse. Of course, it would be good if there was a dog at home. In addition to being able to look after the house, it could also bring Xiaohua a little companion.

"Brother, are you telling the truth? Are you really going to get me a puppy?"

After hearing Zhong Wen's words, Xiao Hua originally looked sad, but now she was extremely excited.

"Well, I promise you that when your fellow disciples from Guanli go to the city, I will definitely get you a puppy."

Zhong Wen used it as an excuse, but when he saw Xiaohua's smiling face, he decided in his heart that he must get a puppy back for Xiaohua.

Afterwards, the brother and sister sat under the tree and chatted casually, talking about things at home or what happened in the village.

As for the departure of Big Mouth, Xiaohua was not completely happy either.

When Zhong Mugen and his wife returned home in the evening, they saw Zhong Wen and greeted each other again.

After dinner at home, it was getting late. Zhong Wen asked his father for two copper coins, and then walked into the temple. Zhong Mu wanted to give one to his son, but Zhong Wen stopped him.

It was stopped.

"Dad, Big Mouth was let go by my brother. I said he would get me a puppy in a few days."

Xiaohua looked at the sky outside and didn't see Big Mouth coming back. She felt sad again, but then she remembered Zhong Wen's words and spoke to Zhong Mugen.

Zhong Mu had no idea what his son was using the two guans for. At that time, he thought his son would need copper coins in the temple, so he took the two guans and handed them to Zhong Wen.

But now after listening to Xiaohua's words, I realized that my son came back to buy a puppy for Xiaohua.

"Okay, the big and small mouths are indeed very edible. We have a lot of hare meat at home, and it has all gone into their stomachs. Not even one of the fish you often catch is left behind. Your brother will get you a dog."

That’s fine.”

Zhong Mugen has no objection to Zhong Wen letting the Big Mouth fly. Since the Big Mouth has grown up, the bigger it is, the more edible it is. There have been a lot less hares hunted recently. If he continues to raise it like this, the meat at home will be reduced.

It's almost gone.

"Husband, Xiaowen saw that Xiaohua had no companion, so he thought of getting a puppy for Xiaohua."

After Xiu heard this, she felt very sorry for her son. Of course, Xiaohua was also a piece of her heart.

"It should be so. Since Xiaowen went to Guanli, Xiaohua must have been a little bored at home alone. We can't keep him with us all the time. The sun outside is very strong. There used to be big and small mouths at home, but now we still have them.

It was good, but the big and small mouths were too edible, so Xiaowen thought about letting them fly. In the future, I really want to have a puppy at home, and Xiaohua will also have a companion, so this will be good."

Zhong Mugen thought about these things carefully. At least for him, as long as everything was fine for his children, he would be satisfied.

At this time, Zhong Wen was walking on the path towards the temple with two pieces of money in his hands. As he walked, he was thinking about practicing boxing and kicking kung fu tomorrow afternoon.

"I don't know what kind of kung fu Uncle Chen teaches. It's best to have light kung fu. In the past, the knights on TV were all flying around. How cool would that be."

Zhong Wen was talking to himself, completely immersed in kung fu matters. Although he was holding two coins in each hand, he didn't feel the weight at this time.

Back in Guanli, Zhong Wen found Chen Feng and thought of giving the two coins to Chen Feng so that if anyone in Guanli went to the city, he could buy a puppy back.

"Uncle Chen, please do me a favor. These two dollars are for me to buy a puppy for my little sister. Of course, it would be best if I could buy two."

Zhong Wen handed two strings of money to Chen Feng. Although the two strings of money seemed small, they weighed nearly twenty kilograms. They were strung together with ropes and could be piled up on the ground.

"You don't need to give me the money. You can keep it for yourself. It happens that someone is going to the city to buy some things the day after tomorrow. I will bring you two puppies back then. The puppies are not worth much."

Chen Feng looked at the two coins of money that Zhong Wen was carrying. At first he thought what Zhong Wen was going to do, but he didn't understand until Zhong Wen talked about buying a puppy.

In Chen Feng's perception, this puppy was not valuable at all. A puppy cost only a few dozen cents at most. If Zhong Wen really took these two cents from him, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

In Zhong Wen's mind, he didn't know how much the puppy was worth, he just wanted to be prepared. Then he said goodbye to Chen Feng, returned to his room with two copper coins, lit an oil lamp, and started reading.

The books must not be the ones I have studied these days, but some scriptures from the temple. Anyway, Zhong Wen was bored, and it was impossible for him to go to bed just after dark.

Late at night, Zhong Wen put down his scriptures and went to bed to sleep.

On the afternoon of the next day, Zhong Wen came to an open space in the back. This was the place where Chen Feng needed to teach Zhong Wen kung fu. Although it was not very big and there was nothing, it was just an open space.

"Jiu Shou, I originally taught you kung fu a year later. Since your reading and literacy are beyond our expectations, we can only move forward the practice of kung fu."

Chen Feng still had the expressionless expression on his face every day, standing in front of Zhong Wen, which made Zhong Wen think that someone had offended him every time he saw Chen Feng.

"Uncle Chen, let's get started."

Although Zhong Wen didn't like to see Chen Feng's face, he was very concerned about learning kung fu, at least for now.

"Today, I'm going to teach you the most basic foundation first, which is standing stance. Follow me and learn, Baoyuan Shouyi..."

Chen Feng began to explain to Zhong Wen word by word. Even his movements were a bit slow. Zhong Wen could only follow suit. As for what he said, he could only remember it in his mind and think about it carefully.

Standing under the scorching sun was an inhumane thing to do. Zhong Wen even suspected that Chen Feng was deliberately teasing him.

There was no way to learn Kung Fu or anything like that, it had to be under the scorching sun. After half an hour, Zhong Wen was already sweating profusely.

"Nine heads, stand firm, hold your Yuan and guard one, look at your nose with your eyes, look at your heart with your nose, empty your mind, and feel the sinking of the yang energy on the top of your head..."

Chen Feng stood not far away, looking at the nine poems standing under the sun and talking.

As for Zhong Wen, he started to retreat in his heart. This is not learning kung fu. This is just teasing a stupid boy. His legs are starting to tremble. How can he be steady? How can he let his mind go? Can he still have yang energy? There is yin energy under his feet.

, if this continues, I will definitely die.

"Uncle Chen, isn't this Kung Fu training? Why do I feel like there's something wrong with this? Isn't it necessary to practice Kung Fu by hitting sandbags or kicking wooden stakes?"

Zhong Wen really couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to stop and take a rest, but before taking a break, he still had to ask one question.

"Huh, do you call it Kung Fu? Without a good foundation, can you kick the wooden stakes? Can you kick the wooden stakes? Okay, stop now, I'll show you what Kung Fu is."

Chen Feng also knew that Zhong Wen might not be able to hold on any longer, as his legs were shaking so badly.
To be continued...