Chapter 113: Meow is very generous, you don't have to be polite

  Cough cough cough... Cough cough cough...

  Coughing sounds, accompanied by the rustling of leaves being dragged along the ground with a "shhh shhh" sound, came from afar and drew near in the darkness.

  The bright moonlight shines through the gaps in the branches above, pouring down like flowing water, passing over footsteps and coughs, illuminating Ningfeng's path ahead.

  There, there is an inconspicuous and dilapidated temple, small like a small tile house in an ordinary village. Incense and other things are not even worth mentioning. That quiet atmosphere makes one fear that no one has been in charge for many years.

  "It's really scary."

  The newcomer was Ning Feng. He was leaning on a tree branch that he had picked up from who-knows-where, with bloodstains still remaining at the corners of his mouth and on his chest, muttering to himself.

  Right in front of him was that dilapidated temple and the statue inside it, which could not be discerned as either Buddha or a deity.

  Ning Feng walked in step by step and said to the statue, "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about myself."

  "It's a good thing the mouse is just a mouse, digging holes is its strong suit, but it's ultimately timid and was cornered by my words, otherwise if it had dared to chase me down, I wouldn't have been able to escape."

  Ning Feng walked up to the offering table and plopped down with a thud, feeling as if his entire body was going to fall apart.

  "What a close call."

  He wiped away the cold sweat that had never stopped, and his slight movement pulled on his wound, causing a sweet sensation in his throat, almost making him spit out another mouthful of blood.

  "Whatever, just leave it like this."

  Ning Feng gave up the idea of using the broken wooden planks and straw from the ruined temple to start a fire, restrained himself from falling asleep on the spot, and first assumed the Wu Xin Chao Tian stance. He silently operated the Jiǔ Sǐ Xīn Fǎ (Nine Deaths Heart Method). Entered the state of ceaseless wandering with no end in sight.

  After a while. Ten times more sweat burst out, and he took a deep breath, the sickly flush that had floated on his face faded away.

  Before long, a faint snore came, Ning Feng slept soundly, but the snore had a restrained and vigilant tone, as if he was waiting for dawn with his sword in hand, ready to rise violently at any unusual movement.

  Ning Feng's body was wrapped in a warm, golden light that seemed to emanate from the golden threads of his clothing. The bloodstains on him silently disappeared, replaced by a gentle warmth that felt like being enveloped in a loving mother's bosom and arms.

  This night is like a bright moon in the sky, clear and quiet; it's also like a pair of eyes that are always on alert outside the mountain, tense and oppressive.

  The next day, the sky was clear, and the morning light shone on the broken temple. It pierced through the roof, doors, walls... all kinds of gaps. And it shone on Ning Feng's body as he slept soundly.

  *yawn*

  Ning Feng rubbed his eyes and stretched his waist, pushing open the temple door and walking out.

  The warm sunshine made him completely forget the scene in the mouse hole yesterday, and he walked out with a yawn. It wasn't until then that Ning Feng noticed several large water jars placed at the entrance of the broken temple.

  Most of these large water jars were broken, covered with moss, and looked like several piles of earth overgrown with green grass last night, unremarkable and easily overlooked.

  "It looks like it rained heavily two days ago."

  Ning Feng saw that in a large water vat which was almost full, there was still more than half of the vat left, and inferred that it must be accumulated rainwater.

  It's amazing that in this water tank, there are actually fish swimming back and forth, bubbling up air bubbles.

  Ning Feng subconsciously took a few more glances, distinguishing that the fish were too small to fill the gaps between his teeth, and then listlessly shifted his gaze away.

  His lack of interest does not mean others don't exist.

  Just as Ning Feng turned his head, he saw a white light rushing out of the forest without hesitation.

  White light stuck to the ground, extremely fast, in Ning Feng's view, it was almost zero distance from the ground, and it came rubbing, then the white light jumped several times, borrowing force, and bounced onto the surface of the water tank.

  Meow~

  A soft and tender meow was heard, making Ning Feng's eyes widen, and a ball of white light jumped onto the water tank, revealing a small kitten with pink paws and nose.

  The little kitten looked at Ningfeng with vigilance, seemingly judging that the other party was not there to rob food. Then, her eyes lit up and she excitedly meowed, jumping into the water basin in one leap.

  "It turned out they were here to catch fish."

  He smiled slightly and was about to move around and think of a way to deal with the current situation.

  The rat is still outside, staring fiercely, and who knows when it will suddenly think of a way to rush into the mountain.

  Just as Ning Feng took a step forward, another "meow meow meow" cry entered his ears.

  "Huh?"

  He suddenly stopped in his tracks, clearly hearing that the cry was different from before.

  "Meow meow meow~~ Meow meow meow~~~~"

  Its sound is panicked, its sound is mournful, accompanied by the "plop plop" of water, splashing countless water flowers from the water tank.

  It can't swim...

  A gust of wind blew by in silence, shaking his head with a lost smile, subconsciously pacing back and forth.

  He looked down at the edge of the water tank and saw that the little kitten was indeed unable to swim, splashing about in the water, taking a mouthful with each splash, its belly swollen.

  “……Is that so?” Ning Feng thought this little kitten was too amusing, it had been crying out in desperation, on the verge of being drowned in the water bowl at any moment, yet this little kitten still refused to let go of a small fish.

  "Die for food at this rhythm, glutton."

  Ning Feng's eyes revealed a soft smile, and he reached into the water basin, pulling out the little calico cat by the scruff of its neck, bringing it up to the surface.

  The fallen soup chicken is now what the little kitten looks like. The originally fluffy and beautiful fur sticks to its body, as if the whole cat has thinned out a circle, looking pitiful and miserable.

  It's like this, it still holds the small fish with all four paws together, without relaxing at all.

  The wind slowly put it down on the ground, and the little cat's remaining consciousness seemed to tell it that fish can't run away without water, so it relaxed its paws and lay on the ground in a big character shape, spitting out water mouthful by mouthful.

  Occasionally sneeze, pitiful appearance.

  Hahaha~~~

  For some reason, Ning Feng felt great when he saw this little kitten, even forgetting the threat of the giant rat outside, and he squatted down with interest, gently pressing his hand on its belly.

  For a moment, the kitten's head was covered with wet mud, and heaven knows how much water it swallowed at that time.

  Meow~

  As soon as the water was gone, the little kitten immediately became energetic and lively, and with a grateful cry to Ning Feng, it pounced on the fish that had lost its strength after leaving the water.

  The next moment, the little cat held up the fish with its two front paws, and stood up on its hind legs, surprisingly not using its mouth to carry it. It swaggered under Ning Feng's eyelids and into the forest.

  "It's interesting."

  Ning Feng's mood relaxed, he shook his head and gave up the idea of going to the forest to find something to eat, turning back to return to the temple.

  He returned to the supply table, sat down cross-legged, and took out one of the first prizes - a Dan medicine. After searching for a while, he finally found the Biegu Dan.

  "That big rat is still lurking around, I'd better reduce my movements."

  "My injuries are fully recovered, and I have at least one last ounce of strength left. Until then, I will not leave this place."

  With a resolute determination, he swallowed the Bitter Valley Pill without hesitation and began a new round of cultivation with the Nine Deaths Heart Method.

  It's no use practicing the Sun Technique now, otherwise it would definitely attract the attention of Tongtian Mouse. Besides, what he needs now is to recover from his injuries, not to improve his cultivation.

  Before you know it, another day has passed.

  Another morning has arrived.

  Ning Feng's face turned a few shades redder as he pushed open the broken temple door, and what entered his line of sight was something that left him crying with laughter...

  "What does this mean?"

  Ning Feng crouched down, observing at close range, and confirmed that his eyes were not deceiving him. In front of the broken temple gate, three small sparrows were neatly arranged in a row.

  He walked past the sparrows, looked at the broken temple covered with green moss and mottled steps below, and saw a little white cat walking back and forth, raising its head and sticking out its chest as if afraid that others would not see it.

  Ning Feng seemed to have an epiphany, pointing at the sparrow and then at the little kitten, asking: "Is this... something you want to give me?"

  The little kitten seemed to have really understood, and elegantly walked over, stopping in front of Ning Feng, stretching out its plump pink paws to tap the sparrow, then nodded its head, and afterwards its head was raised high as if it had come loose.

  Looking at this little kitten, Ning Feng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Its expression was clearly proud and pleased, every pose, every movement was filled with the eight characters:

  "Meow is very casual, you don't have to be polite."