Chapter 145: 145 Sneaking late at night

Chapter 145 145. Sneaking late at night

It is quiet in the dead of night.

The sky is like a piece of dark silk, the moon is dim and cannot be seen, only covered by thick dark clouds.

There was not a single star in the entire night sky. In this pitch-black night, only the vague shadows of the mountains in the distance could be seen. It was not even clear whether the feet were mud or leaves...

Song Tan quietly opened the door.

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

When she was in the world of cultivation, she imagined countless times what it would be like to live in modern times, but it definitely did not include using spiritual energy to do such things.

But at this moment...it's urgent to follow the authority.

Finally, she got out of the main door. Looking at the locked iron door, she could only use her little spiritual energy to jump to the door more than two meters high, and then successfully jumped out of the yard.

There was no other way. In order to prevent thieves, her father had iron nails and broken glass embedded in the cement on the surrounding one- or two-meter-high courtyard walls.

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 developed an indestructible body!

In martial arts novels, it’s just a matter of just having inner strength.

It was really miserable to say that Song Tan didn't want to recall it too much on weekdays, otherwise it would break his heart every time he thought about it.

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

Back then, with a snap of the fingers, spiritual energy could cover the entire Yin Yue Peak. Now, with a snap of his fingers, only a few grains of soybean-sized spiritual energy spread out.

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

There is not enough spiritual energy, so I have to rely on practicing at night to gather it.

Even the weeds in front of and behind her house are strong and tender. The squirrels **** on the wall every morning, all because she is practicing in her room.

There was no sound at Song Tan's feet, walking around from the outside of the yard to the back hill, where several beehives were quiet and silent. However, moving forward and pushing aside the bushes, in the darkness, a shadow darker than the night suddenly raised its head -

“Hush!”

She lowered her voice: "Your Majesty, be good and go on to sleep."

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

Dabai sensed movement in his hazy state. When he opened his mouth, he made a "quacking" sound. Then Song Tan pinched the goose's flat beak and stuffed its head back under its wings:

“Sleep in your bed.”

It indeed stopped moving again.

The king lay back down again, but his eyes were still fixed firmly in Song Tan's direction.

Song Tan walked all the way and came to the place where peach trees were planted in the back hill. He chose a central position and sat down cross-legged.

Guide and concentrate, hold the element and guard the one.

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

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

Only the buzzing of insects suddenly increased, and heavy dewdrops condensed on the grass blades, and then seeped into the ground with a "pop" sound, making the leaves more upright and green visible to the naked eye.

The roots of the peach tree that was just planted during the day sprouted quietly in the soil, breaking through the original small soil layer, and firmly grasping the surrounding new soil step by step.

Thinner capillary roots slowly emerge.

The soil serves as a medium, and various nutrients in it travel along the branches with traces of spiritual energy. Then there seems to be a clear and crisp "pop" sound, and a tree has opened its leaf buds and bloomed the first Tender light green leaves.

The silent back hill seems to be filled with silent excitement at this moment.

The king walked up to Song Tan at some point and slowly lay down.

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

Several wild boars in the pig pen made a deep sleepy sound, and they all went to sleep again in the direction of the peach forest...

In the direction of the chestnut forest, three German Shepherds and four BMW dogs howled for a long time, like wolves.

They stared into the dark night at the mountains with white mist in the distance. Their paws moved eagerly, but in the end they lay down with whimpering and stayed in the forest...

Early the next morning.

Song Sancheng had just gotten up and walked to the yard when he saw a row of ugly local gray-haired squirrels standing on the wall of the yard. They were all staring at him and scurrying around the wall.

嚯!

He was shocked. Are there so many squirrels on the mountain this year? There is a large group every morning, like a meeting of rats.

“Ulan,” he raised his voice, “have you hidden our things well? Don’t let the squirrels cause trouble.”

This squirrel is really mischievous, eating and stealing everything. Even now, like a magpie, it can dig up freshly sown seeds in the ground.

Song Sancheng was puzzled. There were people in previous years, but they only occasionally saw bold ones scurrying on the wall.

But what happened this year?

It seems like there is a long queue at the door every day.

But if there are so many, I have never noticed them in the back mountains before!

He was puzzled.

Ulan also just came out of the house. Hearing the words, he glanced at it casually: "What can I have to eat? A few old dried corn cobs. Just steal them."

How poor can we still lack these few sticks?

But she was also puzzled. She took a look at the rafters under the utility shed. She saw a few corn cobs dry there, but no squirrels were seen touching them.

 Could it be that I disliked her and forgot about it after hanging it up for a few years?

Just as he was talking, the seventh cousin also came out of the side room, smiling and feeling a little embarrassed:

“I got up late, I got up late…”

He himself was puzzled. It was said that it was not easy to sleep at this age.

When I'm in an urban area, it's amazing if I can sleep for four hours intermittently a night, and I have to open my eyes at three or four in the morning.

But now when I look at the watch, it’s already half past five, almost six o’clock!

From going to bed at nine o'clock last night to now, I haven't even woken up!

Looking at my wife again, she looks rosy and energetic...

Okay!

The old couple knew for sure: it must be because the air in the countryside nourishes people. This time I really got it right.

Ulan has lived for most of his life, and this is the first time he has hired a chef, and he is a little embarrassed:

“It’s not too late, it’s not too late. Normally we would just be getting ready at this time.”

Seventh cousin noticed her embarrassment and discomfort, and hurried to the kitchen: "How many people are eating this morning? I'm starting to clean up now."

He also smiled and said: "I have been doing banquets for so many years, so I can estimate the number of people quite well. But there has never been a time like yesterday when all the plates and bowls were eaten."

According to the concept of entertaining guests in rural areas, it is better to have something left than an empty plate.

If everyone hadn't left with their belly as full as if they were five months pregnant, the seventh cousin would really be ashamed -

It is a great rudeness to treat guests to a meal without making them full!

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

besides.

(End of this chapter)

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