23. The Lord of One Peak, Dad 4
Not a crane egg?
"What kind of egg is that?" Cheng Ye asked in confusion.
Cheng Jiu said nothing, quietly watching the man and the rabbit finish the egg, then said, "This is the egg of an eighth-level Bi Ling bird."
"Ahem..." A series of startling coughs followed. Cheng Ye looked at his father in shock. "What did you say? An eighth-level Bi Ling Bird!!"
The eighth-level Bi Ling Bird, a spirit beast unique to Muchen Forest, is covered in bluish-white feathers and has emerald-red eyes. It's strikingly beautiful, but that's not the point. The point is, it's no mere showpiece; it's fiercely powerful in combat and possesses exceptionally strong defenses. It's the cultivators' most beloved flying spirit beast, bar none.
So, how did he eat the egg of the eighth-level Biling bird? ! ! !
Cheng Jiu: "I prepared it for you, just eat it." The father seemed to be completely oblivious to his son's heartbroken expression and told him something even more heartbreaking.
Just eat it? That's 'my' spirit beast, why should I just eat it? Okay, I ate it myself, I don't know the value of it, but...
Cheng Ye: "Why do you put the eggs of the eighth-level Bi Ling bird in the yard? Aren't you afraid that others will..." Well, others can't get in, let alone steal them.
Cheng Jiu: "What are you afraid of?"
Cheng Ye choked and asked, "Why did you leave such an important thing in the yard?" Otherwise, I wouldn't eat it.
Cheng Jiu: "Let it bask in the sun." The weather is warm, let's take it out and let it bask in the sun.
Cheng Ye: ...
You are a Mahayana immortal, why do you have such a weird idea? Let a bird egg bask in the sun!
Cheng Ye held the eggshell in his arms with tears in his eyes, mourning for his unborn beloved pet.
The sound of "cooing" interrupted Cheng Ye's sadness.
His father was holding his little mouth, touching and pinching it,
"What are you doing?" Cheng Ye didn't care about the lost spirit bird anymore. He wanted to save his little rabbit first. He reached out to grab it, but was avoided by Cheng Jiu.
"This is not Xiaozui's fault. I wanted to eat it myself. I forced it to eat it." Could it be that his father wanted to take revenge on Xiaozui?
Cheng Jiu raised an eyebrow: "Little mouth?"
Cheng Ye: "It's the rabbit in your hand." He pointed at the little mouth and said.
Why this name?
"What breed is this?"
"Can't you see? It's just an ordinary spiritual rabbit." He didn't know how many spiritual herbs and elixirs he had wasted in order to raise it.
Cheng Jiu glanced at him without saying anything. An ordinary spirit rabbit would have died long ago after eating the eggs of the eighth-level Bi Ling bird. It was quite interesting.
"Lend it to me for two days." After saying that, he picked up the rabbit and left.
"Hey? You think so?
What is it doing?" Cheng Ye followed his father briskly.
***
The front yard of Wuyuju,
The morning sun is warm but not glaring, and the fresh air has a light fragrance, which is very suitable for... farming.
Cheng Ye was digging the ground with a hoe like a dead eggplant. Although he wanted to put down the hoe, he couldn't because he was in the wrong first and he had a hostage... The hostage was in his father's hands.
Under the lark tree in the yard, Cheng Jiu sat on a rattan chair and read a book, her little mouth lying obediently in his arms, looking very comfortable.
Cheng Ye grunted as he dug a hole, threw the spiritual medicine seeds in, filled it with soil, dug a hole, filled it with soil, dug a hole, filled it with soil...
"The pit is too deep," Cheng Jiu said lazily. Cheng Ye paused, then dug deeper.
Cheng Jiu reached out his hand to Xiaozui's neck and pinched it. "Ji!!" Xiaozui screamed in pain.
"Stop!" Cheng Ye angrily threw down the hoe and rushed over, but he couldn't get close to Cheng Jiu at all. A strong spiritual power repelled him.
The miserable look of the little mouth made Cheng Ye's heart ache.
Cheng Ye struggled hard, trying to save his beloved pet. But no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. Instead, his red face pierced his father's heart.
quite a while,
"Continue." Cheng Jiu put down the rabbit and spoke lightly.
Xiaozui squatted in Cheng Jiu's arms, trembling, but seemingly unharmed, and Cheng Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Then he glared at Cheng Jiu fiercely, feeling that his nonchalant attitude was truly annoying. He swallowed his pride and returned to the spiritual fields, continuing to cultivate spiritual herbs as Cheng Jiu had instructed.
Cheng Ye was digging the ground slowly. Cheng Jiuduo, who was far away, could sense his unwillingness. So Cheng Jiuduo spoke.
"We have to finish planting this patch today."
Cheng Ye stopped, stood on the medicinal herb field with a hoe, and said provocatively: "What if I can't finish planting?"
Cheng Jiu took his eyes off the book, glanced at him, put down the book in his hand, and gently touched the bunny head with his slender white fingers without saying a word.
Cheng Ye suddenly felt like a chicken with its neck strangled.
Cheng Ye vented his anger by digging the hole with his hoe, as if he was going to dig someone's head. Despicable, shameless, vulgar, and filthy, actually threatening me with spicy rabbit head.
Cheng Jiubaiyu's face was covered with a faint smile. He gently touched the soft fur of the little mouth, and with a flip of his hand, a fiery red pill was sent to the little mouth. The little mouth couldn't wait to eat it, and shook its head in enjoyment while consuming the pill. It really liked this reward, and it was worth the performance it had just given.
So hard-working.
In the breeze, under the warm sun, in front of the courtyard, spirit butterflies fly.
A white-robed immortal lay on a recliner, a scroll covering his face, one hand resting on the back of his head while the other stroked a small white rabbit. Elsewhere, a young man in green was toiling away with a hoe. Perhaps unskilled at his job, he not only made a mess of the ground, but also stained his clothes with mud, leaving them in a state of disarray.
After filling the last hole, Cheng Ye came over dragging his hoe, raised his chin, and said, "I've finished planting. Can you give my little mouth back to me?"
Cheng Jiu took the book off his face, his eyes were clear and he didn't look asleep at all.
"Let's stop here today." After saying that, he held the little mouth and walked towards the backyard, with no intention of returning the other person's pet.
Cheng Ye was stunned with his mouth open. How could there be such a shameless person! Didn’t I say that I would return the little mouth to him after the planting?
"Wait a minute, give my little mouth back to me!" Cheng Ye rushed towards Cheng Jiu like an angry calf. When he was about to hit Cheng Jiu's lower back, Cheng Jiu flicked his sleeve lightly, and Cheng Ye flew up uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.
"Splash" directly fell into the pond in the backyard,
From a distance, Cheng Jiu could be heard saying casually, "It's dirty, wash it thoroughly."
Cheng Ye was so angry that he gritted his teeth, slapped the water hard and cursed: "You only know how to bully the weak and take advantage of your strength. What kind of immortal king are you?" After that, he buried his head directly in the water. He was tired after a long time and was indeed dirty. Moreover, the water was so cool and comfortable... So, Cheng Ye happily took a bath in the water.
Several days passed like this.
One day, Cheng Ye was squatting in the medicinal herb field pulling weeds while wearing a straw hat. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. He threw the hat off his head, walked up to Cheng Jiu, and shouted, "I quit!"
Cheng Jiu put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Don't drink anymore?"
Cheng Ye: "Yes, what do you want to do by making me do these chores all day? I still have to practice and don't have time to play with you!" His voice was very imposing, as if he had really had enough.
"no"
"Anyway, I'm quitting. If you want to stew the little ones, go ahead and do it. But don't expect me to waste any more time on those fields." Cheng Ye pointed at the fruits of his labor in the past few days in anger.
Cheng Jiu raised his eyelids and looked at his son jumping around like an angry little animal, seeming a little helpless: "Don't act like a spoiled child."
Cheng Ye was furious: "I'm not acting like a spoiled child!! I just quit. I don't want to plant medicinal herbs, pull weeds, or anything!" After saying that, he sat on the ground in a spoiled manner.
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Jiu looked at him expressionlessly.
Then he walked straight over, grabbed Cheng Ye by the back of the collar, and walked towards the field.
Cheng Ye struggled hard, angry and anxious, and shouted: "What are you doing? Let me go!" But compared with Cheng Jiu, his strength was simply not enough.
"Bang!" Cheng Jiu threw him into the field and said, "Continue."
Cheng Ye's voice suddenly rose: "I said I won't do it! Don't you understand?"
Cheng Jiu looked at him coldly and said, "If you don't finish it, stay here until it's done."
Cheng Ye: "I don't want to live with you anymore. I want to move back!" His voice was sharp and angry.
"Not allowed"
"I want to move back to live with my senior brother. I don't want to stay here!"
"Not allowed"
"Why don't you allow me to do that? You have never cared about me since I was a child. Now that I have grown up, I don't need you to care about me even more. What right do you have to control me?" Sad tears welled up in his eyes and refused to fall for a long time.
Cheng Jiu said coldly: "Because I am your father! It is only natural for me to care about you."
A strong feeling of rejection erupted in Cheng Ye's heart. In an instant, all the malice, all the hatred, and all the grievances impacted his mind. He hated everything in front of him, including his father and himself!
He jumped up and slammed into Cheng Jiu with all his might, having already prepared himself to be thrown away, but unexpectedly...
He ran straight into a warm embrace. The man took a step back and then hugged him tightly.
???
Cheng Ye was stunned. Tears in his eyes fell because he lost his master's control.
The cold fragrance of Tan Dan filled Cheng Ye's nose, and the sound of his heartbeat was "boom, boom, boom" in his ears. Why is he so warm in his arms when he is so cold? Cheng Ye's mind was stuck and only these words came out.
"I'm sorry" even sounded cold, but there was a softness in the coldness.
Yeah, it sounds pretty good.
Cheng Ye sniffed and said awkwardly, his little head refused to leave his father's arms until the sun set.
***
Cheng Ye held a chicken drumstick in each hand, devouring it voraciously. "Hmm, it's so delicious!" Compared to Cheng Jiu across from him, it was almost uncivilized. But Cheng Ye didn't care. Although he had fasting pills, he didn't like them. He used to have servants take care of his diet, but after moving up here, he hadn't had a proper meal. It was truly pitiful.
After a whirlwind of activity,
"Uh" Cheng Ye burped.
"The servants here at my father's place are really good at cooking," Cheng Ye said enviously.
"Call Daddy"
"...Dad." Blushing.
Chengjiu gently raised
The corner of his mouth said, "There are no menial servants here."
Cheng Ye wondered: "Could it be that it was already prepared and delivered?"
"I did it."
"What? You can cook?" Shocking news! The stern and cold-hearted True Lord Sanyan could! Cook! Cook! I wonder how many spirit stones this information could fetch? Cheng Ye's train of thought shifted slightly.
"Well, well, it's delicious. ... But, besides growing spiritual plants, do you also raise chickens? Why don't I see any?" The chickens they raise are quite delicious. Could they be fed with high-level spiritual vegetables?
"That's not a chicken."
Looking at his father's calm expression, Cheng Ye suddenly had a bad feeling and asked, "If it's not a chicken, what is it?"
"Crane" spoke in a very cold tone.
What? ! ! ! !
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