Chapter 3: The Cliff-Jumping Mother Pig

  It's been eighteen years in the blink of an eye.

  On an autumn morning, a faint fish-belly white color rises in the east.

  A great mountain stretched across the South China Sea, blocking the connection between two vast plains. The sunny side was covered with pine forests, while the shaded side was cut like a knife and axe, vertical and smooth, making it difficult to climb for dozens of miles.

  It is said that from a distance, this half-cliff mountain wall is like a giant mirror, with the mountains and rivers of ten thousand miles all reflected in it.

  It's hard for even locals who are familiar with mountain roads to get over this big mountain.

  As the last barrier leading to the South China Sea, this mountain is named Hongyan Mountain. The giant rocks in the mountain are as hard as iron and have a bright red color, making them excellent building materials, which are extremely famous far and near.

  A young man lifted his hand to push aside the thick hanging curtain, stooped and came out of the cave, stretched his waist, looking extremely satisfied, having just had a good sleep.

  The young man hummed a tune, inserted his hand into the gap in the rock, exerted force with his feet, and climbed upwards. His breathing was long and drawn out, his movements extremely light and agile, clearly having climbed many times before. This sheer mountain wall couldn't stop him either.

  This young man was once a drunkard, on the day he died and entered reincarnation, reborn in the Great Ming Realm's Mount Hualei, where he became a monk under Master Yihai, but with the same generation as Yihai, his Dharma name being "One Drunkard". Normally, his divine dragon head is visible but not its tail, also making him one of the most mysterious figures in Mount Hualei. Calculating this, it's already his 10,001st life, yet he still remains a secular disciple, with long hair tied up, looking very capable and having an air of elegance about him.

  He had wandered around this region for dozens of times, and it was already a familiar place. This cave was also discovered earlier, and he deliberately covered the entrance with some vines to conceal it. If not for the fact that a major road was opened in a distant land, most passing merchants and scholars would rather take a detour than walk on this rugged mountain path. This small cave had been discovered thousands of times before, but there was nothing valuable inside. There was only a bed with some dry rations that wouldn't easily get moldy, purely used by One Drunk as a place to rest his feet.

  The morning breeze refreshes the mind, and the shaded side of the mountain still has a bit of dampness.

  One intoxicating moment, this steep cliff from the cave upwards can't find a place to rest, beads of sweat seeping out on my back, in a short time, the big sun has already risen, sunlight spills over the mountain ridge, no longer the dimness of dawn, shining out a brand new morning behind the mountain, in the pine forest to the south, the joyful voices of birds and birds faintly float by, an intoxicated mood follows with ease.

  The mountain top is in sight, and it will take just one more hour to reach the summit.

  After getting drunk, I looked at the distance and already had a plan in mind. I encouraged myself, my strength didn't seem to decrease, but instead grew stronger with each step.

  Behind him, a small dog tightly grasped the hem of his red silk robe, its big round eyes shining with excitement, not making a sound, looking just like an adorable little puppy, especially with its black and white stripes resembling those of a panda, particularly interesting. Anyone who saw it at first glance would be unable to connect this little dog with the notorious "Pirate Grandpa" from Nanhai Jin Island.

  The name "Pirate" was also taken from the black and white stripes of the puppy, with a circle of black around one eye, and a black line running through it, just like wearing a pirate's typical eye patch.

  The sunlight gradually shone through the mountain gap onto Ruo Xi's body, sweeping away the dampness, feeling very refreshing.

  He took three steps forward, then leaped again and landed on the flat ground at the top of the mountain. The pirate jumped off his back with a kick, and Yizui's undershirt was already wet. At this time, it happened to be washing in a cold spring one eye wide and one zhang square on the mountain top. Yizui had always done so before. With a gust of wind and a burst of sunlight, his undershirt dried in just a few minutes.

  He untied the small, pale green silk pouch from his waist, one of the few valuable things he had on him. This pouch was a token of affection given by Yiyao, a 16-year-old nun from Mount Hualei. Drunken Immortal treasured it dearly and would always place it where he could see it, even when bathing.

  This small pouch is a storage bag, and it's very honorable for a monk to have one. The reason is that the storage bag and the treasure bag are not in the same class. The things stored in the storage bag weigh heavily, while the treasure bag creates another space, no matter how many things you put in it, the small pouch tied at the waist is light and easy to carry.

  He pulled out a fist-sized model from his small bag, touched his treasure "Little Fat Elephant", confirmed that it was still there, and chuckled foolishly.

  "The Little Fat Elephant" is a relatively common mode of transportation in the Cultivation Realm, with the product name being "Little Flying Elephant". However, everyone prefers to call it "Little Fat Elephant", because the Little Flying Elephant's workmanship is quite rough, and when enlarged, it looks very fat and chubby. When flying, on one hand, it relies on the flight arrays on its two large ears, and on the other hand, it relies on the force of gliding from high places, so the Little Fat Elephant can only be used in high places, and it's hard to fly when on the ground. I came to this Hongyan Mountain just to use the Little Fat Elephant to go to the South Sea coast, otherwise, walking would take about 7 or 8 days of effort.

  The cold spring is refreshing and stimulating for the body. Taking advantage of this time to soak in a cold spring after exercise can be very beneficial for the body.

  With a leap, he plunged into the water. This cold spring was not large, but it had a depth of nearly ten meters, shaded by several large trees and located in a recessed area, never drying up all year round.

  After a good drink, he resurfaced and let out a belch, feeling as if the foul air of several days had all been expelled with that one eruption, and suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated.

  As I walked out of the hot spring, I felt a surge of heat rising from my lower abdomen, and the water droplets on my body evaporated instantly, as if they had been dripped onto a scorching hot iron.

  A drunkard hastily grabs the clothes hanging on the tree branches, puts them on casually, and looks back at the distant sea with an indescribable feeling of exhilaration.

  "Woof woof, woof woof." The pirate's cries for help came from afar, tinged with a hint of urgency.

  The pirate had been mixed with the Hualien Mountain for many years, in the words of the old monk, he was already dyed by the Buddhist law and understood the spiritual nature. After getting drunk again, his heart was connected with that of the pirates. Just listening to the shout, I knew that the pirates must have found something. With a movement in my heart, I quickly approached the pirates.

  He walked swiftly along the mountain path with an unslackened pace, like a gust of wind, without touching a single leaf, and soon arrived beside the pirate.

  The sunny side of Hongyanshan Mountain is densely covered with pine trees, and it's hard to find a single patch of empty land. Only the top of the mountain is exposed, and at this moment, I widened my eyes and stared at the front not far away.

  It's indeed a big world with all sorts of strange things, and I couldn't help but sigh secretly in my heart.

  Only a small pink pig was seen leaping into the air, drawing a perfect arc, about to fall freely, performing a great free-falling motion, and hundreds of birds on the mountain responded with cheers, as if thousands of spectators were applauding.

  If Old Master Hai were here, he would surely lament again about this world where even a mother pig cannot live.

  He was taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise, not because the one who had jumped off the cliff was a sow, but because he possessed discerning eyes and had seen through the secret on the little pig's body at a glance. It turned out that a profound transformation technique had been applied to it, and the little pig's true form was actually a pure-blooded three-tailed celestial fox!

  Although I don't know why there is a heavenly fox drifting here, but at the first moment of intoxication, he took action.

  A small, fist-sized paper-mache elephant was pulled out of his small lotus-leaf pouch. With a few drunken mutterings and incantations, the small elephant grew with the wind, transforming into the size of a four-square table.

  "Go!"

  With a drunken thought and a slight movement, the two large ears of the little fat elephant flapped several times, stirring up a lot of fine dust, sliding down from the top of the mountain at an incredible speed.

  "Ah!" The strong wind blew against her face, making it sting, perhaps after jumping down and barely concealing the fear in her heart. The little mother pig let out a rather pleasant feminine shriek, but paired with her appearance as a pig, it was an indescribably bizarre sight.

  One intoxicating dash downwards, barely avoiding one tree after another on this extremely steep slope, speeding down with an ease that seemed even greater than going up the mountain, thanks to a small floating technique that was truly extraordinary.

  Little Fat Elephant slid down, but the speed was much faster, and he caught up with the little mother pig who jumped off the cliff in the middle of the mountain, but was pressed to make a cracking sound, breaking many bamboo joints, and fell straight towards the foot of the mountain.

  "My little fat elephant!"

  A mournful cry echoed from the mountain, using his divine sense to control Xiao Fei Xiang had already exhausted a lot of his energy, and his forehead was already covered in fine sweat. Suddenly, he sensed that his beloved Xiao Fei Xiang had been severely injured, and his heart was bleeding with pain.

  Originally, he was going to take a break, but upon hearing the bad news, he suddenly summoned up a great deal of energy and rushed towards the small fat elephant that had fallen at the foot of the mountain. At the same time, he was so regretful that he pounded his chest and stamped his feet, if given another chance, he would definitely jump down himself.

  Little fatty elephant, you must hold on tight.

  One drunkard silently praying in his heart, his head drooping down, the good mood of the whole morning was gone. This three-tailed heavenly fox is really a jinx, half a month's worth of wine money!

  A sorrowful heart got drunk as if it was walking along a mountain slope, startling a forest of mountain sparrows.