There were some tears in Wu Zhiqi's eyes, and he stared at the death mirror that the purple fox left for a long time.

It wasn't until the January Death Mirror slowly disappeared that he calmed down, as if it was just an inconspicuous matter, turned around and hooked his hand on the judge's shoulder, and said in a chic manner: "Bearded, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss your wine there too much." ”

The anti-transfer judge with this attitude was caught off guard, his face was confused, his eyes fluttered back and forth on both sides of Wuzhiqi and the Mirror of the Afterlife, pointed to the Mirror of the Afterlife, and then pointed to the Mirror of the Afterlife, and then pointed to the Wuzhiqi, and stammered: "You...... She...... You guys...... That's good? ”

Wu Zhiqi interrupted him and replied nonchalantly, "Eh! Huh! Huh! Didn't you say it, this is her fate, I don't have to wait for her. ”

The judge saw that Wuzhi Qi didn't look like a deceitful person, and instantly relieved his heart, he was really afraid that this big devil would turn the burning city upside down because of this incident.

"This is like the Wuzhi Qi I know! Nothing has changed. The judge said in a pleasant manner.

Wu Zhiqi put his arm on the judge's shoulder, and the two brothers said as they walked: "That's it, you don't know that Lao Tzu likes two things the most, one is freedom, and the other is wine." Don't hide this wine today. If you don't get drunk, you can't go home! ”

The judge shook his head helplessly, thinking that the first time he met Wuzhiqi was in the courtyard of his own wine cellar, and he leaned on the tree in a particularly dignified manner, holding his head in one hand and the wine jar in the other, and stretched out his hand to hand it to him, just like the master, and greeted: Yo, where is the little ghost, come, drink.

The judge looked at the empty wine jars scattered around the courtyard, cursed secretly in his heart, and started to move in anger.

Xu is temperament is like-minded, at first sight, how did he change from fighting to lying on the roof together to drinking and talking, thinking of this friendship, when Wuzhi Qi was locked in Burning Rucheng, the judge also took a little more care of him.

When he thought that both of them were drunk, Wu Zhiqi's eyes turned, and he was extremely bright and sober, turned around and stood up, approaching the judge and shouting, "Bearded? Bearded? ”

Seeing that the judge had no reaction, Wu Zhiqi lifted his bangs, laughed twice, and said, "With this amount of alcohol, I still want to get drunk with Lao Tzu." Dream on! ”

After speaking, he did not forget his purpose, he squatted down, looked for something everywhere on the judge, and finally found a booklet in the judge's arms, immediately smiled happily, and said secretly: Finally found the book of life and death, little fox, you wait for me.

Flipping through the booklet, he looked for the name of the purple fox page by page, until he was about to finish the page, he saw the word purple fox, and after reading it word by word, he immediately closed the booklet and his expression changed slightly.

Putting the booklet back in its place, seeing that the judge was sleeping in a daze, he left a note for him, and turned to leave, but the judge opened his eyes after he left, not drunk at all, and muttered: "Wu Zhiqi, I can only help you get here!" ”

After Wuzhiqi left the city of Yanru, he came directly to the middle and lower reaches of the Huai River, and built a palace on the mountain, called the Dragon Palace, buried his name incognito, called himself the king of Huaishui, and became a unique faction, and in just seven years, he replaced Xuanyuan and squeezed into the five major factions, which was quite famous.

Recently, the Dragon Palace was full of joy and laughter, it was originally a triennial opening meeting, which is coming, the so-called opening of the school, that is, since the establishment of the palace, a group of new disciples will be recruited every three years, which is the top priority in the Dragon Palace.

At the foot of the mountain stood a little girl dressed in purple, about seven or eight years old, covered with dust, her hair was also messy, her face was like a cat, she looked up at the shining palace on the top of the mountain, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said to herself breathlessly: "It's finally here." ”

Just as he was about to go up the mountain, he was stopped by the disciple at the foot of the mountain, and said with a straight face: "Where did the little girl come from, go aside." ”

The little girl tilted her head, rolled her round eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it the opening meeting of the Dragon Palace today?" ”

Although his face was dirty, this look could be cute for many people, and the disciples who guarded the mountain were no exception, and they couldn't hold back for a long time, and asked with a smile: "You little girl, you know a lot!" Want to go to the convention? ”

The little girl nodded solemnly, looking at them eagerly with expectant eyes.

One of them couldn't resist the expectant look and discussed with the other: "Tingsheng, do you want her to go in and have a look?" It's not easy to see her here. ”

Ting Sheng glanced at him, and said in a stiff tone, "Tingjia, what's the matter?" Have you done that compassionate problem again? ”

Tingjia scratched his head with embarrassment on his face, and muttered: "Isn't it just that last time I saved people, I made a big oolong, as for using it to ridicule myself at any time!" ”

The darkness glanced at the little girl.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she understood in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, she stepped forward and pulled Tingsheng coquettishly and said, "Brother Tingsheng, just let me in, just a short while, and I'll come out after reading it." ”

Tingsheng trembled, his arms were full of goosebumps, brushed away the little girl's hand, and said in disgust: "Tingjia, you take it, you can't let her run around." ”

Tinga agreed, took the little girl, and ran up the mountain.

Tingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his arms with his hands like cold, and said secretly: Woman, it's terrible.

Tingjia turned around and made a grimace at Tingsheng, and said happily in his heart: Let you catch my troubles.

He turned to look at the little girl and asked, "Eh, what's your name?" ”

The little girl also replied in a hurry: "Grape, my mother calls me Grape." ”

"Then you went out so far away, and your mother didn't follow?" Tingjia thought about such a cute little girl, how could any parents rest assured, and wondered.

"My mother went out and said that I should come here to learn my skills, and then I can go to them." The little girl still looks heartless.

Tingjia then understood that her parents had died, and everyone couldn't bear to tell the truth, so they would use this excuse to euphemistically say, and when they grew up, they understood.

Xu felt that she was a little pitiful, Tingjia touched her head and said, "Then you have to work hard!" ”

Seeing her nodding and picking some wild flowers on the road, Tinga thought that if she couldn't enter the palace, it would be better if she built a room for her at the bottom of the mountain and went to take care of her often. also knew that the chances of her staying were slim.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a junior brother shouting, "Senior Brother Tingjia, you came back just in time, Master is looking for you." ”

Tingjia nodded, and said to the little girl: "Grape, you go around by yourself, but the back mountain, don't go." ”

The little girl nodded, and walked around by herself, and after noon, she covered her stomach, thinking that she was so hungry, when would she be able to eat!

Suddenly she saw a vineyard in front of her, she swallowed her saliva, licked the corners of her mouth, and ran quickly towards the vineyard with her eyes shining.

Climb over the fence, sit cross-legged under the grape trellis, and devour it.

After about a stick of incense, she burped, touched her bulging belly, and lay down on the ground to take a nap contentedly.

Until a roar woke her up from her sleep: "Who ate Lao Tzu's grapes?" Get out! ”