mtl008 Chapter 167 Let’s Call It Birdsong Stream
Chapter 167 Let’s Call It Birdsong Stream
Artis took Su Xiaomo into the place where the birds were.
When I came here for the first time, I left in a hurry. Although Xiaomo liked this place, she didn’t have time to take a good look at it.
Unlike dense forests elsewhere, although the trees here are also towering into the sky, the gaps between the trees are very large.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the trees, making the whole place look bright and gorgeous.
Many big trees have small yellow flowers that smell particularly fragrant.
I don’t know if it’s osmanthus, but now is the season when osmanthus is in full bloom.
It is adjacent to the snake tribe, but also borders the lion tribe. There are no attacks from wild beasts, and the unique climate and location make it a paradise for birds.
Various birds chirped in the trees, as if they were having a concert.
A small waterfall, more than one meter wide, flows down from the mountain next to it.
The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, poetic and picturesque.
"Arts, what is the name of this place?" Xiaomo asked.
The last time she came, she didn't even ask what this place was called.
"There is no unique name for this place," Artis said. "In the beast world, all places are named according to the territories of the beast tribes. It is on the border between the lion tribe and the snake tribe, so no beast tribe has given it a name."
"Well, let me give it a name," Su Xiaomo said with a smile, "In ancient China, there was a poet named Wang Wei who wrote a poem called Bird Singing Stream. There are mountains, water, flowers and trees here. Let's call it Bird Singing Stream."
"Birdsong Stream?" Artis nodded thoughtfully. "Does this name have any meaning?"
"This is an ancient poem from our world," Su Xiaomo said, looking at the sky full of flowers and trees and all kinds of flying birds. "When people are idle, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty, the moon rises and startles the mountain birds, which sometimes sing in the spring stream."
"Well, Xiaomo, let's call this place Bird Singing Stream," Artis nodded. "It sounds nice and is easy to remember."
The poems I often recited as a child, I originally thought could only be seen in paintings.
I didn't expect that in the beast world, it would happen right before my eyes.
"Xiao Mo, what you just read was a poem?" Artis exclaimed, "It sounds very touching."
Ha, the poems of the ancients are still more artistic.
The poems I memorized in school were all memorized with great force. I had to take the exam because there was nothing I could do.
Who has the heart to appreciate the situation expressed in it?
"Artis, there are many beautiful poems in ancient China," Su Xiaomo said proudly, "I will teach you when I have time in the future."
Although I am not as knowledgeable as the great writers, it is more than enough to teach the orcs in primitive society.
In front of us there was a large colorful bird, like a phoenix, flying in the jungle.
Its feathers are colorful and its posture is elegant. Xiaomo couldn't take her eyes off it.
She got off Attis's back and chased after the big bird.
Artis changed into human form, came over and held Xiaomo's hand.
The birds here do not attack other animals, but Attis is not sure whether there are any wild beasts.
In everything, it is better to be cautious.
"Artis, come and see," Xiaomo pointed at the big tree and said, "This is the home of the colorful bird. What a big nest."
Attis looked up and saw a huge bird's nest placed on a tall tree trunk, surrounded by soft feathers. Two little birds' heads popped out of the nest, chirping and looking at the world curiously.
The big bird flew back to the nest, with its long tail sticking out of the nest like a gorgeous rainbow.
"Artis, there are babies here," Su Xiaomo raised her head until her neck was sore, "What cute babies! I really want to touch them."
How can there be such a beautiful place, such beautiful flying birds, and such cute baby birds...
Su Xiaomo couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
"There are more interesting places in this bird-singing stream," Artis said, "Come, Xiaomo, I'll take you to see it."
After saying that, Artis took Xiaomo's hand and continued walking forward.
Xiaomo was like Granny Liu who had just entered the Grand View Garden, looking at everything around her curiously.
Forgive her for never having seen so many beautiful birds.
In her impression, she was only familiar with parrots and sparrows.
Although I have been to the zoo since I was a child, there are not many kinds of birds there, just peacocks, ostriches and the like.
But most of those animals were dull.
Continuing to walk forward, the weather gradually became warmer, and Su Xiaomo saw many vine walls full of flowers.
She opened her mouth in surprise.
"Artis, it's late autumn now," Xiaomo said in surprise, "There are still so many flowers here."
"This is the mystery of this place," Artis said. "Although Birdsong Stream is not big, it is different from other places. Even in winter, the temperature does not drop very low. It is like spring all year round."
"It's so rare to find such a constant temperature in the Beast World," Xiaomo said, looking at the beautiful flowers in full bloom. "In our world, there are several cities in the south where it's spring all year round, and flowers bloom everywhere all year round."
"In the beast world, the place with the most suitable climate that I know of is here," Artis said, "All beast tribes believe that it is these birds that make the climate here pleasant, so no one from the lion tribe or snake tribe has ever disturbed them."
Next to the flower wall, there is a tent made of animal skins.
The tent was more than one person tall and spacious, and was covered with soft animal fur.
"Xiaomo, this is a tent specially prepared for you," Artis said with a smile, "If you are tired, you can rest inside while I go find some beautiful feathers."
"I'm not tired now," Xiaomo was stunned by the beautiful scenery and didn't feel tired at all, "Artis, I'll go with you."
Xiaomo turned her head and saw that there were several lion guards patrolling nearby, all with serious faces.
Atis thought a lot. Even near the lion tribe's territory, he did not dare to be careless. He and his guards were always on guard against Xiaomo.
"Okay, Xiaomo," Artis said, "but I need to climb a tree. You wait for me under the tree."
"Well, I'm under the tree, watching you." Xiaomo said with a smile.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Artis climb a tree.
She only remembered that when she first came to the world of animals, Atis climbed a tree to pick fruit for her.
Anyway, Xiaomo didn't dare to climb these tall trees with smooth trunks.
She admired people who could climb trees with their bare hands, and thought about how much arm strength they needed to be able to climb up so easily.
"Are all those bird feathers on the trees?" Xiaomo looked up at the lush treetops, but did not see any feathers.
"Yes," Artis nodded, "but we need to search every tree. When the birds molt, the discarded feathers are placed among the branches and leaves in the treetops."
"It's so troublesome," Su Xiaomo looked up at the many big trees, "Artis, this is too hard."