Chapter 42 – Cloud-Winged Bird
”You’re too complacent, this kid is shrewd and not a light. You don’t want to see a great success, only to lose it and be loaded in this kid’s hands.” Suddenly another young man’s voice sounded in Dr. Mo’s head.
Mo Dafu’s face changed, his face was like hanging frost, coldly reprimanded: “Yu Zitong, my matter you less interfering, I still don’t need you to lecture, if I can succeed, naturally there will be your benefits, but the gongfa you gave me seems to have something wrong, you are hoping that I will have any accidents at that time, right!”
The skepticism in Doctor Mo’s words was unmistakable.
This voice seemed to be very afraid of Dr. Mo, after hearing his intimidation, he hurriedly spoke out to explain, “How could there be a mistake, haven’t you tried it with animals? As for the one that died among them, it was only because you weren’t familiar with your Kung Fu, but the one that died shouldn’t have gotten in the way of your plan ah.”
”Hmph! It’s better so, it’s a pity I can’t practice it more, otherwise I’d be a little more sure of it.” When Dr. Mo heard the voice’s words, and thought about the last merit test he had done, the last trace of doubt in his heart disappeared.
After he finished his sentence, the voice seemed to have learned from the lesson just now, and no longer opened its mouth to pick up the conversation, leaving Dr. Mo alone to mutter to himself in a neurotic manner, and the atmosphere in the entire room appeared to be particularly demonic.
At this time Han Li, in an inconspicuous ravine, here than and Li Feiyu meeting place, but also to the remote and hidden.
The terrain here is long, by two steep peaks sandwiched into a “one” shape, the two ends of the ravine is blocked by bushes tightly, simply can not pass. Except for a rope secretly hanging down from the top of the shorter peak, there is no other way out.
And there was a dense forest of thorns growing here, which took up a large portion of the land here, leaving only a small clearing for Han Li to stick his foot in. At the top of the ravine there were countless unknown teng vines woven together, forming a natural green canopy that allowed Han Li not to worry about someone passing by unintentionally and seeing him underneath.
After placing the items on his body under a huge mountain rock, Han Li returned to the center of the clearing and closed his eyes in thought for a moment before opening his eyes to reveal a resolute expression and softly saying, “Let’s start with the most difficult to practice, the Soft Bone Technique.”
Just like that, Han Li began his solitary path of cultivation.
He didn’t realize that not far from him there was a small yellow bird squatting on a branch that was watching him day and night, only seeing that he didn’t act like he wanted to escape, it didn’t fly back to report on its master.
Time flies, four months of time, in the blink of an eye, half past.
And at this time within the ravine, a glance at the empty without a person, originally here Han Li disappeared, only that small yellow bird is still not in a hurry to stay in place, with the mouth slowly combing feathers, to monitor the target of the disappearance of oblivious, seems to have thrown its mission to the clouds.
Suddenly there was another small gray bird that flew into the trench through the green vines above, and after circling above a few times it landed on a yellow stake at the edge of the clearing, looking like it intended to take a break and fly away later.
The little yellow bird at this point skimmed its head and looked with condescending eyes at another of its kind that had only just flown in, and then gave a sneer like a man’s, seemingly disdainful look at the gray bird.
The bird stood on one leg and looked around, finally spotting his kind, and he spread his wings as if he wanted to fly over.
Suddenly, an accident occurred, a withered yellow palm fell from the sky and grabbed the gray bird, not knowing what to do.
It was terrified by this change, and struggled desperately, but it could not break free from the control of the owner of the palm.
Only then did the bird realize that the stake under its feet had somehow turned into a teenager wearing a yellow shirt, this teenager was all tanned skin, plain-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, except for some clear eyes, there was nothing else appealing about him.
The teenager smiled, watching the little bird in his hand struggling non-stop, waiting for it to be almost completely tired, before he let go of his hand and said in a warm voice: “Go on, don’t be so stupid next time! Look carefully at the location before you go and land ah.”
The little bird instantly gained freedom, not caring about its one of a kind, flapped its wings in panic, and flew out of the bottom of the ditch without looking back.
After watching the little bird fly away, the teenager stood there without moving, and only after a while did he slowly mutter to himself, “It seems that I have gained a certain level of fire in my Breath Convergence Technique and False Concealment Technique, so it’s time for me to go and practice my Secret Assassination Technique below.”
After saying this, Han Li moved his body and walked towards the nearby newly constructed cabin, and as he passed by the tree where the little yellow bird stood, he couldn’t help but look up.
This little bird that acted oddly had been discovered by Han Li most of a month ago. It had been staying in a nearby branch, watching itself at all times, and seemed extremely spiritual.
When he first saw it, Han Li was mesmerized by its spirituality and loved this little yellow bird.
He tried to abduct it, but no matter what method he used, “luring”, “seducing”, “setting traps” were all useless, this little bird did not have the slightest intention of falling for it, and from time to time, he even looked at him with a kind of fool-like eyes, scornfully looking at him. From time to time, it also looked at him with a kind of fool-like eyes, making Han Li laugh bitterly.
Later a angry, he wanted to go forward with strong, but not yet wait close, it immediately spread its wings and flew into the sky; Han Li then left, it immediately flew back, landing in the original place, so that Han Li can only stand in place, dry eyes.
Thinking of this, Han Li some resentment back, no longer pay attention to it, in fact, his heart has vaguely realized that the origins of this bird, I’m afraid and the ink doctor has a lot to do with, is likely to be he sent to monitor their eyes and ears.
But Han Li does not care, as long as it is not ink doctor personally to monitor, a small bird and can specifically tell him what, and he really love this psychic little guy, can not bear to use other means of dealing with it poisonous.
At this time the ink doctor is in a stone room, with beast bone powder scratch a strange array, he is scratching, while discussing with another person in the brain, completely unaware that Han Li has already broken through the means of his surveillance.