"Uhhhhhh

A crisp birdsong resounded in the valley, unusually good, giving people an ethereal and serene feeling.

A small bird with a blue body, white claws, and slender feathers, shaped like a magpie, flew through the sky. The posture is vigorous, and the cyan feathers are a little dreamy in the sun, like the color of the mythical Qingluan. It glides freely, rolling in the air, looking mischievous and spiritual.

Beautiful birds and finches have always been loved by humans. They took these cute elves and put them in delicate and expensive cages for people to enjoy. Precious varieties make people flock to them, but beautiful and unfamiliar varieties are more popular, after all, people are not interested in the species of birds, but in their appearance.

The price of ornamental birds can be much more expensive than ordinary wild animals, especially in the beautiful city of Hangzhou, where beautiful things are more expensive and more sought after. Even though the war is raging now, beautiful birds are still a hot seller.

At this moment, this cyan bird in the air was spotted a few days ago, and the man was amazed at the beauty of this bird. He was a hunter and was good at catching birds.

This little blue bird is so beautiful that it will definitely be sold for a good price and a lot of food. For this reason, he waited for several days, and finally figured out the route of the bird's movement.

The cyan bird, unaware of its unbelievable target, was still frolicking in the air. Sometimes soaring, sometimes diving, rolling, going around in circles, having fun.

The most taboo for birds to enjoy is to be injured, some of the injuries are irreversible, and it will also affect the price. The best way is to use a cage to cover it, so that it will not hurt the bird's body and feathers, and can ensure its integrity to the greatest extent.

The hunter's first thought was the temptation of food, but unfortunately the bird was unmoved. Even so, there is only a net, and it is better to hurt some feathers than not to catch it, and it is a big deal to raise it for a few days.

He approached lightly where the bluebird was, and remained motionless, for fear of startling the bird. Birds are nimble, the sky is their territory, and once they take off, they simply can't catch them unscathed. This may be their family's ration for the next few months, and the hunters have to be careful.

He held his breath and waited patiently for the birds to approach. After a few days of observation, the bird would come out every day to play, and then forage and comb its feathers on certain wild fruit trees, and the hunter's ambush was next to them. His head and body are wrapped around tree vines, and it is really difficult to spot him without looking closely.

After some frolic time, the birds, perhaps tired, began to feast on some of the wild fruits at the top of the branches. This bird is also picky, and it only eats one bite of each wild fruit.

Eating and drinking, it combs its beautiful feathers on the branches, with a proud posture and graceful movements.

Hunters don't want to hurt this beautiful little thing, but its value makes it impossible for hunters to give up, and it may be a few months' rations. The Buddha said, "I'm not as good as hell, who goes to hell." Birds, go to hell for my sake. Anyway, you will live well in the future, eat well, live well, no longer have to be exposed to the sun and rain, and work hard to forage, the hunter said silently in his heart.

The birds are grooming their feathers and enjoying the sunshine, and their cozy posture is like a person. The hunter is happy that the more aura this bird has, the more valuable it is.

At this moment, the bird began to comb its feathers on the side with its back to the hunter. The hunter took out a special bird trap, and with a light press, a small net flew towards the bird, and the hunter's eyes were excited when he saw that he was about to catch the bird.

However, the blue bird spread its wings and flew out as if it had known it for a long time, avoiding the net.

The bird stopped in mid-air, its human eyes looking into the woods, as if looking for its catcher.

The hunter's delight turned to disappointment, but he did not give up, and the bird had not yet flown away, and the distance was just right. Judging by his years of experience, he shot a net again.

Seeing the small net, the bird subconsciously dodged, and the inertia made it almost pounce into the arms of the small net, but fortunately it struggled to reverse the direction and dodged the net again.

The bird's eyes flashed with pride, proud of its agility. This time, it spotted the hunter. Twist your ass at the hunter and laugh at the hunter's incompetence.

"Damn" the hunter cursed in his heart, he did not dare to make a sound, for fear of scaring away the birds. If the birds don't go, he's happy, so he still has a chance, doesn't he? The smarter the bird, the happier he is. He didn't believe it, he had caught so many birds and beasts, and he couldn't handle this little finch.

He brushed it a few times, and three or four small nets went into the air, blocking the birds' path from all sides. The bird's eyes flashed with disdain, as if to say, I can dodge when I can't see, I see you and count on catching me.

"Huh"

The bird found a gap and broke out of the encirclement. But it did not seem satisfied, and he flew into the hunter's mountain, circled for a moment, and a little white paste, coming out of some unspeakable place, fell on the hunter's face.

The birds chirped excitedly and flew through the air, as if celebrating their victory.

"Dead bird, I can't spare you." The hunter was so angry that he actually on his head. The hunter wiped his face and saw the birds looking up and seeing them chirping happily in the air.

"It's going to be a refinement." The hunter had never seen such a clever bird, "But you met me." ”

The hunter took out a bamboo pipe, put it to his mouth, and blew hard. A thin needle, in a flash, is aimed at the bird. The bird didn't know if it was luck or if he was smart enough to dodge it again.

"Whoa" "Whoa"

Shouted twice, as if defiant. Maybe it's because the bird is bored on weekdays, and if someone wants to catch it, it finds it fun.

Most people who make a living from hunting have a fiery temper. This hunter too, the birds' repeated provocations have angered him. He whistled and blew the bamboo pipe, and he didn't care if the birds were dead or alive, as if he hadn't found out.

The bird's sturdy body shuttled among the fine needles, and it was easily avoided. However, a hunter is a hunter, and rich experience is not just for fun. No matter how smart a bird is, how can it compare to a master?

The hunter made a false move and quickly blew out the second needle. The bird also seemed to have exhausted all its good fortune and was shot by the needle, which shot in the leg and pierced through the bone, but fortunately, it was not fatal.

A cry of pain resounded throughout the valley. This dead bird is finally going to kill itself.

"Haha, look at you. God treated me well, but I was only injured, not dead. Wait for a few days to raise you, and when your injuries are healed, you will sell them. Master Zhao in the city must like a beautiful and smart bird like you. "The hunter is happy. He smiled and walked over to the birds struggling to fly on the ground.

But the bird was injured, and the needle in its leg affected its balance, and it struggled hard, but it could not fly. The bird is also spiritual, as if it knows what it is going to face, and it screams violently.

"Uh" "Uh" shouted endless pain in his voice, like a cuckoo crying blood.

"You call, it's useless to call, look at you still proud." The hunter has a thrill of revenge, and a kind of glittering excitement of money. It's not just birds on the ground, it's silver with white flowers.

The bird flapped its wings vigorously, and its beautiful feathers were now covered with mud and weeds, and a few traces of cyan fluff had fallen to the ground, and its tail was a little bloodshot.

"Don't shoot it, the feathers are broken, my money." The hunter quickened his pace in distress and walked over. That's not feathers, it's all money.

The bird was psychic, and when it heard the hunter's words, its wings flapped even harder. The strength of the small bird is not small, and a puff of dust is raised around it.

"Hey, I'll still cry, I won't really become a sperm." The hunter was about to catch the bird on the ground, when he saw tears in the bird's eyes because of fear, and the tears were also a little blue, but because of the bird's feathers, the hunter did not find it.

"Even if you become fine, it's not that I've been caught, I'm making a lot of money now, I don't have dozens of oceans, I definitely don't sell it, according to Master Zhao's bird-loving character, he will never miss such a bird." The hunter reached out for the bird with joy.

"Well, psychic birds. Hey, there is even a blue bird bloodline. A slightly surprised, but pleasant, sound sounded as the hunter's hand was about to touch the bird.