Pet King

Zhang Zian finally understood that Dharma pushing did not refer to a donkey friend's donkey, but more like comparing him to a mule, or, in the Chinese term, a diligent old yellow ox.

Did all Westerners ... No, Western Wolves like to praise people like this? Or was this an ancient way of praising people?

Also, what the hell was becoming a saint?

He could only think of the physical sanctification in myths, Xianxia, and fantasy novels, but those were obviously nonsense.

"Meow meow meow! Let me tell you, this stinky man has already become a 'Saint', and he's one of the 60 million leftover men in China. Congratulations!"

Snowy Lionet slowly tore off a piece of Beaver's meat and didn't forget to tease him.

The pushing spell was shocked."There are that many saints in China?"

"Meow meow meow! It was more than that! There will be even more!" Snowy Lionet pouted, glanced at him, and said,""I think you might as well benefit your fellow men and become a sister to let your brothers have fun, how about that? If a leftover man becomes a girl, the number of leftover men will be reduced by two. It's worth it no matter how you look at it!"

Zhang Zian buried his head in his rice. These two Elfins were like chickens talking to ducks. He couldn't explain it clearly, so he just gave up.

After the meal, the elf either lay down or strolled around to digest the food. He boiled a pot of tea, and after he had enough water and food, he continued on his way.

He first packed up the other things that needed to be packed. After everything was packed up, he finally went to check on the tail tendons that had been left in the shade to dry.

The tail tendon had obviously shrunk after drying. It was translucent white and less than 1 mm in thickness.

In order to cope with different situations, he chose two kinds of tail tendons. One was about 15 centimeters in length, and the other was about 30 centimeters in length. The latter was too difficult to pull out completely, so he only had one.

He wrapped the tail tendons in dry paper towels and put them in the first aid kit in case he needed them. Of course, it would be better if he didn't need them.

After packing up, he and the Elfins continued to move forward, going upstream along the river in the opposite direction.

The Wolf Pack seemed to have tasted the sweetness of it, and they were actively looking for traces of Beaver rats along the way. They would dig around the river bank when they had nothing to do, and soon found a nest of lively Beaver rats.

Zhang Zian had a headache, because he was the one doing the dirty work of skinning the Beaver rats and digging out their internal organs. It would be better to cook rice directly to save time, but considering that this could indeed save canned food, he let them do it.

It was reasonable to say that wild animals couldn't be hurt in the forest Park, but the wolves had to eat, and there was nothing they could do about it. Anyway, he didn't kill these Beaver rats.

He found a relatively narrow channel along the river and asked the Elfins to stop, planning to cross the river from there.

"Squeak?"

Pi stood by the river with the wooden stick he had cut for it. It tried to put the stick into the river to make sure that it was completely submerged in the water. Only a small part of the stick in its hand was exposed, but it didn't reach the bottom of the river.

It worriedly gestured, meaning that although the river here was narrow, it was very deep and it was not suitable to wade through the river.

Zhang Zian nodded, took off his backpack, pointed to a tree, and said,""I know, but we're not going to cross the river by wading through water. Let's try to build a bridge now."

"Gah? Just you? Bridging?" Richard covered his chest with his wings."You're making me laugh so hard that I'm going to have a heart bypass!"

The other Elfins didn't understand how he was going to build the bridge at first. They walked to the tree and took a closer look, only to find that the bucket-thick tree about 20 centimeters from the root had been gnawed off by some animal. Only a small part of the root and trunk were connected, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Beaver's sharp and long front teeth, and they knew who the culprit was.

Once Beaver rats were rampant, they would do great damage to the forest. In a sense, they were also killing meaninglessly, because they ate the trees not to eat them, but to grind their teeth.

It was a cypress tree that grew by the river. Due to the erosion of the river bed, part of its roots were exposed in the river and drifted with the washing of the river.

Zhang Zian estimated that if the Cypress was pushed down in the right direction, the crown should be able to land on the other side and form a bridge. Even if he didn't knock down the tree, it wouldn't live for long.

Even in the middle of summer, the climate in the depths of the mahogany forest was still cold. The river was ice-cold, and he did not want to get into the water unless it was absolutely necessary. There was no place to dry his clothes even if they were wet.

It was not easy to push down a tree as thick as a bucket. If it was an intact tree, he would have to use an electric saw, but fortunately, the Beaver mouse had already completed most of the work for him.

He had the elves and wolves move away to avoid being hurt by the fallen trees.

He rolled up his sleeves and touched the trunk with both hands. He felt a rough touch on his palms. He took a deep breath and used 80% of his strength to test it. The small section connecting the root and the trunk made a slight cracking sound. Due to the obstruction of the transmission of nutrients, the withered yellow leaves fell like rain.

It looked like there was a chance.

He adjusted his angle and stepped firmly on the river bank with his legs in the horse stance. He stood firmly and took a few deep breaths, then took a deep breath, all the strength in his body concentrated on his palms.

"Hi!"

His face turned red and he exhaled loudly. His shoes were deeply embedded in the soil because of the force.

Crack ...

Crack, crack, crack ...

The small section of the tree where the roots connected to the trunk gave off an ominous cracking sound, and the sound gradually grew louder.

He first pushed, then hugged the trunk and pulled back. The repeated pushing and pulling made the remaining small section more and more fragile.

The tree trunk above his head was shaking more and more violently, and could fall down at any time. He had to make it fall to the right position, or at least not fall on his body.

Just like the process of swinging, he pulled the tree trunk into his arms for the last time, then pushed it forward with all his strength, and dodged quickly at the same time.

Success or failure would depend on this!

Gah ...

Gah gah ...

Gah gah gah ...

However, the most infuriating thing was that the trunk of the Cypress tree tilted about 45 to 60 degrees and then stopped. The fallen leaves floated all over the river.

It was so close to failing. Zhang Zian stared at it. If a look could make it fall, it would have fallen countless times.

It seemed that he had missed the process of pulling and pushing.

This situation was more troublesome to deal with. Just as he was thinking about how to clean up the mess and save his face, he saw a gray shadow flash. The Dharma wheel leaped onto the tree trunk and followed the trunk to the crown of the tree.

Then, one after another, the gray wolves followed it to the top of the tree.

With their heavy pressure, the Cypress tree finally couldn't bear it anymore. The connection between the roots and the trunk broke with a loud bang, and the crown smashed heavily to the other side of the river.

The pack of wolves had already nimbly jumped off the tree crown in advance and landed on the ground on the other side.

A tree bridge was built.

"A bridge flying from north to south!" Vladimir clapped his hands and exclaimed in admiration."A natural moat changes the path!"