Chapter 5 New Opportunities
The clouds are hazy and the temperature is sultry.
In this climate, the light between heaven and earth is naturally dim.
The falcon, with its wings covered with mottled gray spots, stands on a protruding ledge of the rock wall.
The sharp eyes were staring directly at a cave covered by vegetation under the cliff. It was like a patient hunter waiting for the prey to appear. The dim weather was not enough to affect its gaze at all.
Waiting is fruitful. Before I can make a cup of tea, a pair of snow-white ears poke out from the hole.
Almost at the same time, the eagle spread its wings and swooped down from the ledge at an extremely fast speed, drawing a fatal arc.
Phew!
White Rabbit had no time to react.
A pair of sharp claws have fallen from the sky, imprisoning his body in the sharp eagle claws.
When the prey is in hand, the falcon spreads its wings, ready to soar into the sky.
But wait for it to take action.
Buzz!
A slight sound, similar to the sound of some kind of bird flapping its wings at high speed, sounded from somewhere below the cliff.
The next moment.
The falcon’s head has disappeared.
Its body posture even maintains the action of spreading its wings to fly.
At the neck where its head disappeared, the thin ice froze all the blood in the wound, leaving not even a drop of blood.
The eyes moved to the culprit who killed the falcon with that blow.
An ordinary arrow feather penetrated directly into the trunk of an ancient tree behind the falcon, leaving only half of the arrow exposed outside the ancient tree.
Similarly, the location where the ancient tree was pierced was also covered with a layer of frost.
About fifty feet away, the figure of a young man carrying a long bow quickly ran toward the falcon corpse.
His face was sickly pale, his long black hair was tied up randomly, and his temperament was lazy and casual.
This man is none other than Kong Xian. The long bow he holds in his hand is the magical weapon obtained from Chu Jianghe's cave, so it has such power.
Fifty feet away, the head of the falcon was shot open quietly.
Coming to the frozen body of Ying Falcon, he lifted it up and Kong Ji smiled.
"After practicing for half a month, I am finally somewhat accurate. This distance can already pose a threat to the opponent in actual combat."
Half a month has passed since Kong Jin entered Chu Jianghe Cave Mansion. moon.
In the past half month, in addition to practicing, Kong Ji has been practicing archery all the time.
Has harmed many small animals in the forest.
Finally a small success.
In addition, Kong Xian gave the long bow a very elegant name based on the ink he gained from reading books in Zashulou for two years.
Bee Whisper!
Because when a longbow is fired, its bowstring will make a sound similar to the flapping of a hummingbird's wings.
The reason why the longbow magic weapon can be called a magic weapon is because it can be imbued with spiritual power by the holder, so that the arrows fired carry the holder's spiritual power and are even more powerful.
The frozen corpse of the falcon after death is the embodiment of the spiritual power of the Frost-Nursing Chakra Meridian of Kongji.
Of course, Bee Whisper is just an ordinary wheel-raising realm magic weapon.
More powerful magic weapons can even increase the holder's spiritual power and unleash attacks that far exceed the holder's cultivation level.
Confucius does not have the capital to purchase a magical weapon of that level.
Bee language is enough.
"Soup tonight!" Kong Zhen murmured, lifting up the falcon's body, casually taking the white rabbit out of its talons, throwing it aside, and letting it disappear deep into the grass.
It’s not that he feels pity, it’s mainly that the rabbit meat is too bad and he doesn’t like it.
With the prey in hand, Kong Zhi glanced at the black clouds that were getting lower and lower between the sky and the earth, and had no intention of staying long.
"Calculate the time, it's time to go back and practice."
For the past half month, his daily life has been either practicing or practicing archery. Although it is ordinary, he still enjoys it.
As for his position in the Zasulou, he had long resigned.
He stayed there for two years just to wait for the opportunity.
Now that the opportunity has been obtained, half of the monthly salary of ten spiritual crystals has to be withheld. Whoever wants to take that position can take it. Kong Jiang doesn’t want to stay anymore anyway.
Humming a tuneless tune all the way, Kong Jin walked straight down the mountain.
His newly built residence is a thatched house at the foot of the mountain that can barely keep out wind and rain.
Adhering to the principle of being diligent and thrifty, and spending every spiritual crystal on the edge, there was nothing in the shabby house except a broken bed.
Of course, that thatched house is just a cover-up.
In fact, Kong Ji spent most of his time in the cave, relying on spiritual springs to practice.
But you still have to pretend to go there every day, otherwise you will attract people's attention.
After all, Kong Jin has been working in Zashulou for two years, and many of his outer disciples know him.
Today Kong Zhen also planned to symbolically pass by his thatched house before going to the crypt.
However, Kong Ji, who was carrying the falcon's body, had just walked down the mountain when he saw a stocky figure sitting outside his thatched house from a distance, seemingly waiting for him.
The weather was gloomy and it was about to rain, so people who came were not in a hurry to leave.
This scene made Kong Jiang frown slightly. "It seems that I have to practice later today." He murmured softly, and Kong Jin had no choice but to move forward.
As he got closer, Kong Jin saw the man's face clearly and called out softly: "Brother Pastor!"
This man had borrowed the book "Linggu Zazao" from Zashulou half a month ago. "On"'s pastor brother, Makita.
Kong Xian was even more confused. He seemed to have no contact with Makita, who was immersed in cultivating spiritual fields all day long. Looking at his posture, he seemed to be waiting for him.
"Junior brother Kong Ji, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I went to the Za Library today to return books and found out that you have resigned from your post in the Za Library." Makita saw that Kong Ji's eyes were obviously bright. He hurriedly stood up from the eaves steps and greeted him.
"Brother Pastor, you can return the book directly to the junior brother who has contacted me." Kong Zhi smiled, and he obviously said this on purpose.
The reason is to ask Makita why he came to find him.
Sure enough, Makita quickly waved his hand to explain and stated the purpose of his visit: "No, no, no, it's not about books. I made a special trip this time to see Junior Brother Kong."
" Are you looking for me specifically?" Kong Xian became even more curious, waiting for Makita's explanation.
“To be honest, Junior Brother Kong, there is something wrong with the Cangwu Sect’s spiritual rice this year.”
“A large number of strange insects called marrow-eating locusts appeared inexplicably. Those things are extremely hateful and special. The juice pith of the main trunk of the spiritual rice, and the spiritual rice absorbed by it, are all dying. Seeing that this year’s harvest will not reach the sect’s prescribed quota, my hair is turning gray with anxiety.”
Makita said that he was so excited that his face, which was tanned by the sun, turned red.
Obviously his anxiety was not an act. The yield of spiritual rice was reduced and could not reach the output specified by the sect. Not only would he not be rewarded, but he would also be punished.
Lingong farmers work for a year and only count on the income from spiritual rice. It is strange that they are not in a hurry.
"As you know, I have read a lot of Cangwu Sect's books on spiritual rice diseases in the past few months"
"I finally found a way to get rid of the pests."
The more he listened, the more something was wrong. He looked weird and muttered in his heart:
"If you find a way to get rid of pests, just implement it. Why are you looking for me? I don't know how to farm."
Suddenly, Makita changed the topic and looked directly at Kong Ji, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"The marrow-eating locusts are afraid of the cold. I just met Junior Brother Shangguan in the Za Library. He said that junior brother Kong Ji, what you practice is the Jiangshuang Yanglun Sutra, which can just control the marrow-eating locusts."
"The other disciples who major in ice skills are too chilling. I'm afraid that the spiritual rice and marrow-eating locusts will also destroy their vitality."
"Frost-raising wheel sutra does not work. It will only cover the surface of the spiritual rice with a layer of frost and will not damage the root."
Kong Ji finally understood the reason why Makita was looking for him.
“Shangguan Yuzhou, even with the help of Lingquan, he still doesn’t practice well. He runs to the Zashulou all day long!”
Kong Jiang couldn’t laugh or cry. People who practice the same skills as him, There should be a few more in the sect.
It’s just Shangguan Yuzhou, why would Makita look for him?
"Brother Pastor, this is just your speculation. Whether it will work or not is still unknown."
Kong Jiang touched his chin and decided that it would be better to decline Brother Makita politely.
He does not think that the pest that has made the entire Cangwu Sect of Turin farmers helpless can be solved by himself.
He is not Shangguan Yuzhou, who is running around relying on his high talent.
The top priority is that Kong Jiang just wants to immerse himself in cultivation.
"Junior Brother Kong, don't worry. Regardless of success or failure, I will pay the Five Spirit Crystals as a reward."
Makita invited him seriously, and took out the Five Spirit Crystals from his arms to show his sincerity.
"This is not a matter of money...I promise you."
Kong's sudden change of attitude made Makita stunned.
Immediately, with an ecstatic look on his face, he settled the matter: "It's settled, Junior Brother Kong, I will wait for you at Lingtian early tomorrow morning."
After that, Makita He turned around and left, fearing that Kong Chi would regret it.
Kong Ji, who was left with a helpless look on his face, stared at Makita's back disappearing into the distance.
He is not all about money.
Because when Makita finished recounting the whole thing and formally extended an invitation to himself.
The moiré monument that had been immersed deep in his consciousness for half a month suddenly moved.
'Help the spiritual farmers of the Cangwu sect eliminate pests and you will get a chance value of +2'
The bright handwriting on the cloud pattern tablet, plus the fact that you can also get spiritual crystals during this trip, Kong Ji's attitude has become so quick.
"Will there be an opportunity in the spiritual field?" Kong Ji was left standing alone under the eaves, touching his chin and lost in thought.
The soil of the Cangwu Sect’s spiritual field has been turned over thousands of times by Ling Nong, so it’s strange that this opportunity exists.
But the guidance of the moiré monument is absolutely unmistakable.
For example, the opportunity of Zashulou does not actually lie in the Zashulou itself.
"Perhaps, there will be other opportunities." After murmuring, Kong Jin stopped thinking deeply. He couldn't understand the moiré monument's control over opportunities, so he simply didn't think about it.
During the moment of Kong’s brief thought.
Boom!
A loud thunder shook the sky.
Heavy raindrops followed and fell overwhelmingly.
The thatched eaves built by Kong Zhen could not stop such a heavy rain, and his whole body was soaked in an instant.
Phew!
Carrying the body of the falcon, Kong Ji rushed out of the hut like a gust of wind and went straight to the cave.
(End of this chapter)