The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#195 - Nightingale Valley

Lu Jing and the other two arrived at the river valley behind the mountain, and they could already hear the chirping of birds from several miles away.

The nightingale is known among birds for its elegant singing voice, which is ethereal, varied, fresh, and open.

Coupled with the gurgling water in the river valley, it couldn't help but refresh one's spirits.

Even Yang Tao, who had been having bad luck recently, felt much better after hearing the birdsong.

The three couldn't help but quicken their pace, and soon they saw Uncle Chen by a large rock at the entrance of the river valley.

Uncle Chen was already surrounded by many new students from the academy who had come to choose messenger birds, and Yang Tao greeted them familiarly.

There were also many people secretly sizing up Lu Jing and Xia Huai. The academy hadn't officially started classes yet, but both of them were already quite famous. Lu Jing need not be mentioned, and Xia Huai was also a secret force cultivation genius who had alarmed Guo Shaojian. Moreover, there had been many rumors about the two of them during this period.

This made many young heroes who secretly admired the Little Martial Sister of Sword Washing Pavilion feel disheartened.

As the new students surrounding Uncle Chen dispersed, it was soon the turn of Lu Jing and the other two.

Uncle Chen took out three packets of dried golden beetles and handed them to the three of them. Then, he took out three small pills and instructed them.

"After you go in, it's not just you choosing the messenger birds, but the messenger birds are also choosing you, so remember not to force them. The dried golden beetles are for you to befriend the messenger birds you like."

"If both sides are satisfied, feed it this pill, then bite your finger and press it anywhere on the messenger bird. After that, you will be able to communicate telepathically, and it will fly wherever you want it to fly."

"I'll say it again, don't force it, otherwise even if you get a messenger bird, it won't listen to you."

Hearing this, Yang Tao couldn't help but ask, "Wait, what if the dried golden beetles are used up and I still haven't found a messenger bird?"

"Then come again tomorrow."

"What if I still can't find one tomorrow?"

"This situation is rare," Uncle Chen looked at Yang Tao, "There are tens of thousands of nightingales in this valley, and there are all kinds of species. There will always be one that catches your eye. If you haven't chosen one in two days, you have to examine yourself to see if there's something wrong with you."

"It's just that I haven't been very lucky recently, and even drinking cold water makes my teeth hurt," Yang Tao said with a wry smile.

"If this really happens, a teaching assistant will help you choose the gentlest nightingale and then use magic to make it your messenger bird. However, in this case, the messenger bird's obedience will be slightly worse than one you choose yourself, but not by much," Uncle Chen comforted.

The three took the dried golden beetles, put away the pills, and set off towards the interior of the river valley.

Along the way, the trees were lush, the stream was clear, and the morning light was cut into fine pieces by the leaves, scattering on the water surface and shimmering with scales of light.

She fed a grayish-yellow nightingale a pill, then gently pressed a little crimson on the nightingale's abdomen, and then the nightingale jumped onto her shoulder.

The female disciple from Yunshui Jingci Pavilion happily fed her messenger bird the remaining half packet of dried golden beetles.

Seeing this, Yang Tao wanted to open his packet of dried golden beetles, but he hesitated halfway, feeling that he should walk further inside since he had only just entered the river valley.

There were many people who had the same idea as him. After all, the number of dried golden beetles was limited, and there was only one pill. Although no one had said that the nightingales further inside were better than the ones outside, most people wanted to wait and see.

So the three continued to walk forward, and after walking about two miles, they saw more than a dozen people gathered under an acacia tree in the distance, holding up the dried golden beetles in their hands, vying to tease a nightingale on the tree branch.

Just by looking at the nightingale's appearance, Lu Jing knew why these people were so enthusiastic.

Because the nightingale's plumage was very special, it was actually pure red, without a trace of variegation on its body. Standing among the red beans on the acacia tree, it was like a burning flame.

It formed a sharp contrast with the other nightingales around it.

No wonder it was being targeted by so many new students. After all, young people, who wouldn't want their messenger bird to be unique?

However, the red nightingale, facing so many offerings, still held its head high, as if it was not moved at all.

And its proud appearance not only didn't make the people under the tree give up, but made them even more excited.

Each of them was determined to get this kind of nightingale as a messenger bird. After all, this bird looked too handsome. With this bird, even if they went to chat up their favorite girl, they felt that the success rate could be greatly improved.

After all, if you directly ask a girl out, you might fail, but if you tell your beloved girl that you want to go to my room and see a flying red flame, few girls can refuse.

Like the teenagers under the tree, Yang Tao and Xia Huai were mesmerized by the nightingale at a glance and quickly took out the small cloth bag containing the dried golden beetles.

However, Lu Jing hesitated and didn't move.

He also thought the nightingale on the acacia tree was very handsome, but he mainly chose messenger birds for practical purposes, after all, he would rely on messenger birds to deliver messages in the future.

If the messenger bird's appearance is too conspicuous, it would be unsightly, easy to be targeted, and even be preyed upon by wild raptors. In comparison, Lu Jing still preferred messenger birds that looked low-key but flew fast.

As for the advantage in front of the opposite sex… who made him a latent spirit physique? His romantic luck was already strong enough, so there was no need to rely on birds to draw姻缘.

Seeing that two more competitors had arrived, the teenagers under the tree were obviously even more anxious. Some people even couldn't help but use their lightness skills to jump onto the acacia tree, closer to the red nightingale.

However, when he handed the dried golden beetle to the red nightingale's mouth, the bird not only didn't eat it, but spread its wings and wanted to fly away.

The people under the tree were dissatisfied and shouted, "Wen Erlang, don't scare the bird away!"

The teenager named Wen Erlang showed an embarrassed look on his face when he heard this. Before he could open his mouth to argue, he saw that the red nightingale actually flew up.

Now everyone was anxious and used their lightness skills to try to catch up with the bird. Of course, they all kept in mind Uncle Chen's instructions, only chasing the bird and not intercepting it.

However, the red nightingale obviously didn't know their true thoughts. Seeing a group of people rushing towards it, it was also a little anxious.

At this time, only three people under the tree had not moved.