The idiot Xiao Qi seemed to have gotten something fun again. He held the wine glass and sipped it gently. Every time he took a sip, the wine was so cold that he shivered, but he never tired of it.
He seems to be very curious about everything and not afraid.
The little fat fox concentrated on the roast chicken and duck in front of him, eating it until his paws and mouth were shiny.
Everyone was eating or drinking, and chatting about their daily practice.
Granny Shi was always smiling and was very satisfied with such a lively scene.
In fact, practicing Qing Dynasty is a hard task. It involves abandoning worldly pleasures and focusing on the cultivation of Taoism.
If you can withstand loneliness, you are a great person.
The three sisters in Meirenling cannot eat meat and can only smell the aroma.
When the little fat fox saw that they didn't want to eat, he sneaked over and grabbed a chicken leg and put it in his mouth.
When I took a bite, I felt like I was eating only ashes and dirt. It tasted like meat, but when I ate it in my mouth, it smelled like rot.
The little fat fox vomited it out quickly, making a retching sound, and almost vomited out the meat he had eaten.
Zhiruo laughed out loud without hesitation, her shoulders stood upright like peach blossoms trembling with laughter.
Jiaying grabbed the little chubby fox by the neck, fed it a sip of wine to rinse its mouth, and teased: "Do you still dare to come and steal some?"
The little fat fox shuddered, rolled and crawled and huddled behind Granny Shi, too embarrassed to see anyone.
Granny Shi knocked the little fat fox on the head and said, "Sooner or later, you're going to suffer a lot as a glutton."
"These three fellow Taoists are Yin bodies, how dare you steal them?"
Only then did the little fat fox realize that the food the ghost had eaten had this taste.
It turns out that the sacrifices in the cemetery really cannot be eaten secretly.
This is a small episode.
Just eating and drinking is a bit boring.
Zhiruo suggested: "It's rare for Taoist friends from around here to get together, so let's play a game."
Quexian became more energetic: "What game?"
Zhiruo pondered: "How about the drinking order?"
Quexian immediately shook his head: "I'm illiterate, how can I know how to drink alcohol?"
"What about throwing pots?" Zhiruo suggested again.
Quexian said: "Then you just put the pot on the roof of Shouyue Tower and I can hit it with perfect accuracy."
Jiaying covered her mouth and snickered: "Second sister, those things you used to kill time in the boudoir are not very suitable now."
When Zhiruo turned this corner, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment, and she couldn't help feeling that things are right and people are different.
Jiaying noticed her depressed mood and said quickly: "I think it's better to just draw lots and cast a spell. Whoever gets the draw will cast a spell. We don't want to make any big noise, but we want it to be nice and fun."
Zhiruo has always liked to have fun. Jiaying brought her thoughts to a halt and said with a smile: "This is a good idea. Do you want to have fun?"
What's wrong with having a hearty banquet?
Gong Mengbi said: "Okay, I'll make the lottery pot."
He folded a pine branch to make a pot, picked leaves from some green bamboos given by Que Xian to make a sign, and marked the sign.
"The pot of fortune is ready, who will draw it?"
Zhiruo volunteered to draw first, pulled out a bamboo leaf from the lottery tube, and said with a smile: "I have won the Yasha ghost!"
Yasha Ghost was holding a wine glass with two fingers while drinking. Considering his physique, these wine glasses and dinner plates seemed a bit small.
Hearing Zhiruo speak, he stood up and took a look. When he saw that it was indeed him, he drank the wine in one gulp without hesitation and jumped into the field with a steel fork.
His big body was like a goose feather when he landed on the ground, without any dust splashing.
"The yaksha ghost of the Little Holy Temple calls himself Xiang Qian and shows his disgrace."
The Yaksha Ghost Guild doesn't have many spells, and none of them are entertaining, so they perform a sword dance. Because they are holding a steel fork, perhaps it is also appropriate to call it the steel fork dance.
Such a huge body, huge strength, wielding a steel fork with cold light, should have swept everything, like a hurricane.
But in Xiang Qian's hand, it seemed that it was not a murderous weapon, but a blooming flower.
He was strong and fast, and his steel forks danced like flying flowers.
But his movements are light and the turns are gentle. Between movement and stillness, there is a wonderful image of the King Kong Dance.
Brother Mandrill saw that the Yaksha ghost's movements seemed slow but were actually urgent, with a combination of strength and softness. It was a profound martial art that combined strength and beauty.
He couldn't help but praise him repeatedly, which made Junior Brother Fox feel quite uneasy: "Brother, this Yaksha ghost looks very powerful."
Brother Mandrill whispered: "With this kind of martial arts, if he were in the human world, he would be a great master."
In fact, when it comes to martial arts, even among immortals and monsters, Xiang Qian is one of the best.
After dancing, Xiang Qian jumped back to the table.
Gong Mengbi picked up the wine glass: "I like dancing and martial arts! I invite you, fellow Taoist."
Not only Gong Mengbi, but also this kind of martial arts skills made everyone in the venue heartbroken, and they came to toast and praise him one after another.
Xiang Qian stretched out his big hand and scratched his head, feeling a little at a loss.
Gong Mengbi saw his discomfort and handed the lottery tube to Yaksha Ghost and said, "Xiang Qian, come and draw one."
Xiang Qian stretched out two thick fingers and pinched a bamboo leaf, then took it out and said, "It's the Bird Fairy."
The Bird Fairy stood up, opened his arms, turned into wings and flew up. When he landed on the field, the wings turned back into his arms: "I was in Zhuling, a bird turned into a spirit, and I named myself Wenxiu."
Wen Xiu was wearing a green robe and brocade clothes, looking a bit innocent and cute. He shook his body and shook off dozens of slender feathers from his sleeves and robes, which looked like feathers or bamboo leaves, turning into green, blue, red or white birds.
Dragging their long tail feathers, the colorful birds chirped, flew around the crowd, and finally flew back into Wen Xiu's robe, where he hid them.
"Okay!" Gong Mengbi shouted, cheering for Wen Xiu.
Wen Xiu was a little shy and reached out to pull out a bamboo leaf from Gong Mengbi's lottery tube: "It's a mandrill."
Wen Xiu handed the bamboo leaf to the mandrill and saw that the image of the mandrill was lightly tattooed on the bamboo leaf.
Junior Brother Gray Fox muttered: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to be discovered."
Normally, you can use mirage beads to hide it, but if you want to do something trick, it is not something that mirage beads can hide.
The aura of monsters is different from the aura of humans, and the illusion will be exposed as soon as you touch it.
Brother Mandrill was still calm. He walked to the field with a wooden stick on his back and said, "I am..."
He paused briefly and then said his name: "I am Menghua. I am not good at magic. I would like to use this as a sword dance."
The gray fox thought to himself: "Why did he tell his real name?"
He breathed another sigh of relief: "Sword dance, fortunately it's not a spell."
The mandrill took off the wooden stick on his back. This was originally a sword box, which was quite heavy.
The mandrill dances with the wooden stick, and the Menghua dances with the sword box.
Although the sword box is heavy, the sword inside is psychic, and it feels satisfying to hold it in your hand.
The wooden stick is as light as a stick in the mandrill's hand, the stick's shadow is like a swimming dragon, its incoming force is like wind, and its incoming force is like lightning.
Senior Brother Menghua is a master of swordsmanship. Even the sword box is like a dancing dragon shadow in his hands. You can see the shadow of the flying dragon lurking, rising, and wandering in it.
The gray fox was so fascinated that his little hands were almost broken.
He only knew that his senior brother was a swordsman, and there was a psychic fairy sword in the sword box. He could kill people with just one flying sword, and he could kill people hundreds of miles away.
But I never knew that my senior martial brother was not low in martial arts. He could use a box as a sword to achieve extremely superb skills.
Gong Mengbi's eyes were full of brilliance. He was dancing with the sword box in his hand and the sword technique in his heart.
Gong Mengbi only had a brief glimpse of the majestic dragon-like atmosphere, and he understood that Meng Hua was no ordinary cultivator.
