How the fox spirit is made

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"It seems that the same happened to us, Han Yundong."

"Duan Yundong!"

"Come, come, it's all over here, I want 30 years old wine!" Duan Yundong's drunken eyes, with a silly smile, put his arms around Tong Yi's waist, and walked towards another table of friends.

A sworn brother who came out of nowhere, held a wine glass and approached him: "Brother Duan is so lucky, to be accompanied by a beauty like Tong Yi, a beauty and wine are the best match!"

"What kind of beauty is she, she's going to be called sister-in-law!"

"Oh, my mouth is going to be fined with alcohol, fined, I'll fill it up myself!"

Tong Yi's laughter was crisp and clear, she kept adding wine to the wine glass in Duan Yundong's hand, her eyes were full of charm, every frown and smile concealed charm, today she boldly wrapped herself in a gauze dress, her fair chest, her plump arms , causing everyone's eyes to straighten, and they couldn't stop looking at more hidden places.

Duan Yundong was belching, his face was flushed, he laughed recklessly in the wine field, and spent a lot of money. The table was full of rare delicacies, such as tender tofu in jade sauce, eight-treasure duck in broth, and imperial dishes dipped in sauce. , the old wine was in a mess and spilled all over the floor, Duan Yundong's chest was dripping with wine, he fell on the chair as if exhausted, and fell asleep.

When the morning light came in through the window lattices, in the hall of Longxing Building, everyone fell to the ground in disorder, the food and drink were mixed together, the air was filled with the smell of rotting makeup and wine, and what's more, the singing girls were hugging disheveled clothes and rolling around. into a ball.

At the dinner just now, the coquettish Tong Yi became the most sober person. She tightened the gauze dress as thin as cicada's wings, fixed her hair in a bun, and kicked away the drunken corpse on the ground in disgust, and walked slowly. Stepping to the window, with the breeze blowing across her face, she quietly watched the sun rise, and then let out a long breath.

At this moment, she was out of tune with the world of singing and singing every night behind her.

Duan Yun woke up in a daze, rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked behind her, put his arms around her shoulders, the sour smell of wine made her nausea.

"Tongyi, what are you looking at, I didn't sleep well at night, why don't I go to the inn to get a room..."

Tong Yi quickly smiled like a flower, and hid in his arms: "Officer, you are so kind to me..."

"What is this, as long as I think about it, the Duan family in the future will also have your share..."

"Oh, people don't want that much..."

"You are my woman, I want to promise you."

Tong Yi smiled coquettishly, and fell into his arms.

"Mother, I want to take over the shop in the mansion."

Mrs. Duan kept embroidering tiger shoes in her hands: "Nonsense, you haven't achieved success in your studies yet, who can rest assured?"

"Mom, let me try..." Duan Yundong caught a glimpse of the tiger shoes on Mrs. Duan's hand, and asked, "Who are these shoes for?"

"For my eldest grandson, your sister-in-law had a wedding a few days ago, and you are fooling around all day long, so you should visit your brother when you have time."

"Okay, okay." Duan Yundong responded casually, thinking about it for a while, and remembered Tongyi's words.

"...You and young master Duan are the only ones in Duan's mansion. If there is no abnormality, you must share the family property with him equally. I'm afraid that your sick sister-in-law is pregnant with an heir. It's okay if it's a girl. If it's a young master, what do you think? How much more can you get?"

"At times like this, we have to strike first..."

Duan Yundong nodded indiscriminately: "Okay, mother, I'll go right away, brother is in the yard..."

Mrs. Duan stared at his receding back, paused for a while in the embroidery, and there were some dark and unclear emotions in her eyes.

The author has something to say:

Yan Gongyun: Oh my nose, lose money, hurry up!

Ji Mingze: No money!

Yan Gongyun: Then you can practice sword fighting with me!

Ji Mingze: I, I... can't even hold a sword...

Yan Gongyun: ...Why are you so useless.

Qi Qing (in a very low voice): Hey, Xie Yifei, do you think they are...

Xie Yifei (smiling): What do you think?

Qi Qing: I'm sorry, I don't know anything and I can't tell if I'm bothering you.

Chapter 23 Goji yam porridge

Old man Xi Dai has eyebrows as long as his beard, robes as white as his hair, dazzling in the crowd, with a fairy demeanor, at first glance he looks like the head of the Chongyang School—the same sanctimonious, loves to play tricks.

The Fushi Hall is a bit cleaner than the Water Curtain Cave. Except for the old man Xi Dai's chair, table and screen, everyone couldn't find a place to sit, so they had to stand upright. Qi Qing and Ji Mingze stood in the last row, whispering Talk to each other.

Xie Yifei stood at the front and bowed to the old man Xi Dai: "Xie Yifei, the first disciple of the Chongyang Festival, what can I teach you, senior?"

"It's nothing, I just admired Chongyang swordsmanship for many years, I didn't expect... Li Shuxing's apprentice is much calmer than him..."

"Senior knows my master?"

"Back when I was young, I took my junior sisters to travel to the monks' meeting. I didn't expect..." the old man Xi Dai stroked a strand of white hair, and said meaningfully, "Li Shuxing was full of anger, and actually approached me in front of me... Junior sister, she just came down from the mountain at that time, seeing your master's appearance, she seemed to be a little tempted, then..."

"What happened next?"

"Later... I beat him up, Li Shuxing threatened to use the Chongyang School swordsmanship, played it well, and then slipped away."

Xie Yifei suddenly felt that the calmness on his face could not be held back.

"It's all old stuff, it's nothing to worry about, you don't need to take it to heart." The old man Xi Dai smiled amiably, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the last section of the team, "Hey...you Chongyang sect, why do you still have monsters?" ?"

"Come here and let me see."

It would not be a problem for Qi Qing to squeeze into the crowd any more, so she had to come out obediently, and walked up to the old man Xi Dai, her small eyes were aiming everywhere, and she was out of shape.

"Fox Jing...does your sect still start a family and raise spirit beasts?"

Qi Qing couldn't help interjecting: "I'm wild."

"Wild ones?" The old man Xi Dai nodded thoughtfully, "Then you took a lot of panacea for changing shape, right?"

"Stop, don't look down on Fox, can't I be Fuze's deep and self-absorbed form?"

The old man Xi Dai smiled shyly: "There is some truth to it, little friend Hu, have you already obtained the golden elixir?"

"..."

"Impossible, I see that you have a sense of immortality, and it stands to reason that you should be unimpeded on the road of cultivation..."

A few unnatural coughs came from behind Xi Dai, which made him sit upright all of a sudden: "Oh, by the way, today, in order to appreciate the elegance of Chongyang swordsmanship, my apprentice, who has little talent, wants to compete with you, little fox." Friend, what do you think?"

"Ah? It's not me..." Qi Qing, who didn't even touch the wooden sword a few times, stayed where she was.

"No way." Xie Yifei pulled Qi Qing behind him, drew out his sword, and said expressionlessly, "Our little junior sister has just started practicing, so I'm afraid I won't be able to fight Young Master Yan, so let me do it."

A slender man slowly walked out of the screen behind the old man Xi Dai, with a face like a crown of jade, and a smile like a spring breeze—it was Yan Gongyun who invited them yesterday, who was looking at them with a smile at the moment, He cupped his hands at Xie Yifei: "Brother Xie, please."

The hall of the Fushi Hall is big enough for the disciples of the Chongyang School to hide in a corner, leaving a large space in the middle.

Yan Gongyun pulled out a long sword from the Qiankun bag, lingering in white mist, shining silver, with flying dragons and phoenix dances vaguely engraved on the hilt, and small script attached to the scabbard like a living thing, named "Baofeng" , in comparison, Xie Yifei's arrogance is too simple.

Xie Yifei put the haughty làng across his chest, watched Yan Gongyun gently smooth his wide sleeves, and drew his sword forward bookishly, as if he wanted to salute.