"Master, I'm leaving~"
At daybreak, Zhao Si, carrying a small bag he had already packed, ran to his master's door to say goodbye. It was quiet inside; perhaps his master hadn't gotten up yet, or perhaps he was just too lazy to bother with him.
He put his ear to the door to listen to the movements in the room. His master's breathing was steady and rhythmic, but he couldn't tell whether his master was awake or not.
He didn't care about anything else and just sat down on the doorstep, muttering about how much he would miss his master after going down the mountain, and how he would bring his master lots of delicious food and fun things when he came back.
But unfortunately, there was no response from inside the door.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the dead leaves swirled on the ground. Zhao Si watched quietly for a while, sighed, then picked up his small bag and walked away, looking back every few steps.
The noise outside stopped, and a spirited old man with white hair opened his eyes in the room. He was Zhao Si's master.
The master once set a rule that disciples could only go down the mountain to gain experience after they turned twenty years old. Zhao Si had just turned twenty a few days ago.
In fact, as his fellow apprentices gradually left the mountain, life on the mountain became increasingly quiet, and Zhao Si became increasingly impatient to stay. He counted the days, hoping to get out and see the outside world soon.
Zhao Si and his fellow disciples were all children picked up by their master, but he was a little different. When he was picked up, he was just a baby in swaddling clothes, and was raised by his master with all his heart and soul.
So even though they are master and apprentice, they are actually more like father and son, and the master loves him the most.
Zhao Si had never been outside before. He spent his days learning martial arts from his master and practicing with his fellow apprentices. His fellow apprentices were already several years old when they were picked up and taken up the mountain. The oldest were even in their teens. They all remembered some of what they had seen and heard down there, and would talk about it from time to time.
Every time at this time, Zhao Si would listen particularly attentively. He could never get tired of listening to the heart-wrenching legends in the martial arts world. Of course, the most important thing was the unheard-of food, which made him drool.
After waiting day and night, Zhao Si finally turned twenty years old!
From the age of nineteen, Zhao Si began to pack his bags, adding some things from time to time and taking some things out from time to time.
At this time, Zhao Si was walking on a small path covered with weeds, carrying a small bag he had carefully prepared.
The first time he went down the mountain, Zhao Si was extremely excited. He trotted all the way, whistled, teased the birds, stepped on the weeds by the roadside, and smelled the wild flowers by the roadside, just like a husky going out for a walk.
In his eyes, everything outside is so beautiful and worth looking forward to.
After walking for a long time, Zhao Si finally felt tired. He decided to find a flat place to eat some dry food to replenish his strength.
Deep in the mountains, the trees grow so tall that you can't see their tops. The treetops are closely connected to each other, giving a feeling of blocking out the sky.
Zhao Si wandered around in the woods for a long time but couldn't find a satisfactory place. Finally, he found a big tree that looked pretty good, sat down under it, and then took out the big steamed bun he had packed the night before and started to eat it dryly with the water bottle.
Although their sect was located deep in the mountains, they actually lived a pretty good life. Their master had helped them cultivate a vegetable patch, growing a lot of vegetables and grains. He also caught some pheasants and ducks and raised them there. Occasionally, they would go out and hunt for a treat. While they couldn't have every meal lavish, they certainly had a good meal.
After all, Zhao Si didn't have a very hard life.
The cold steamed buns from the previous night were dry and astringent. Zhao Si's handsome face wrinkled up from choking. He took a mouthful of steamed bun and a sip of water. He drank most of the water but didn't eat much of the steamed bun.
He looked around, his eyes rolling around, trying to find something delicious, and finally locked his death gaze on the chirping birds in the tree.
Birds are cute, but they are also delicious.
He picked up a few stones and threw them casually.
Swoosh! A little bird landed in the air.
Swish, swish, swish! Three more birds fell down.
Zhao Sizai carefully stuffed the steamed bun he had nibbled a few bites of back into his bag so that he could continue to nibble on it when he was hungry next time. Then he leisurely walked over and picked up all four little birds.
There was meat, but no water. How could one kill the bird without water? He couldn't just eat it with a mouthful of feathers, could he? Others didn't know if it would work, but Zhao Si couldn't. He was a particular person and couldn't bring himself to do it.
He stood quietly under the tree, catching a glimpse of the unique sound of flowing water from the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the chirping of birds.
He gathered his energy and used his internal energy, then pushed against the trunk a few times and reached the top of the tree. He stood on a high branch and looked into the distance.
Hey! He actually saw a stream.
The stream is very narrow, a small ditch less than three feet wide, and the edges are covered with lush weeds. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.
Zhao Si jumped down from the tree, grabbed his bag and the bird and ran to the stream.
There was lush vegetation along the stream. In order to avoid causing a forest fire, Zhao Si used his sword to clear a space, then went to the side to pick up some dead branches and leaves, piled up a small pile of firewood, and lit it with a tinderbox.
It took time for the fire to slowly ignite. During this time, Zhao Si pulled out a small dagger from his calf and swiftly killed the bird, drained its blood and plucked its feathers, then rinsed it carefully twice in the stream water.
After the bird meat was prepared, Zhao Si went to the side and broke off two tender branches to skewer the birds, one branch for two birds. The fire was already burning brightly, and he sat on the edge, holding the branches and slowly roasting the meat with great interest.
The birds were not big, but they were all quite fat. Although Zhao Si seemed to be just throwing a few stones casually, he had actually selected them beforehand and specifically picked out the fat birds.
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