"Will the reincarnation of the gods pick up firewood on the side of the road? Are you stupid?"

"That's not true, then why are you so good at fireballs?"

Zhao Qi found that Hu Meier's little face was in front of him, and he was so cute that he pinched his little pink face funny.

"Little girl, why are you asking so much?"

"Where am I? I'm over 100 years old?"

"Oh, I'm over a hundred years old!"

Zhao Qi was very faceless and compared the height difference between the two with his hands,

"Hahahaha..."

Zhao Qi found that teasing this little fox demon was quite interesting, so he turned around and picked up the "cloth pocket" on the ground, and the appearance of the "cloth pocket" unfolding made Zhao Qi even more unable to close his mouth.

The "cloth pocket" is made of Hu Meier's small skirt, not to mention the many small holes punctured by the branches, Hu Meier just tied one end of the skirt together, which was full of firewood, and the two shoulder straps naturally became the rope of the cloth bag, and the workmanship was rough and messy, and I couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Hu Meier ignored Zhao Qi's unbridled ridicule, snatched the cloth pocket, and folded it clumsily,

"Give it back to me, and use your own cloth pocket for firewood. ”

"You little girl, don't you even know how to do this bit of needlework?

"We don't have needlework on the mountain, and you see if it's easier to carry it like this, than yours?......"

Zhao Qi ruthlessly debunked Hu Meier's sophistry, and one sentence blocked Hu Meier's mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.

"How much firewood can you hold in that place? ”

However, Zhao Qi is not idle, he has already picked up a lot of chatting skills, and it is estimated that if Hu Meier's ones are added together, it will be almost the same.

"Little fox demon, my son's name is Zhao Qi, next time you call me to feed, I will knock you again, these firewood, thank you." ”

Zhao Qi waved the wooden stick used as a crutch, tied the cloth pocket tightly, threw it on his back and walked away without looking back.

Originally, Hu Meier was still struggling with how to get back face, but suddenly heard Zhao Qi say thank you to herself, and she was immediately happy, haha, it seems that he did a good job, he thanked himself!

Hu Meier, who was in a better mood, jumped back to the cave, and if she let her aunt know that she was talking to a man, she would be spanked again.

A pair of eyes secretly observed the two of them in the depths of the forest, and when Hu Mei'er ran back to the mountain, she turned into a gust of demonic wind and soared up.

Zhao Qi was walking on the road with firewood on his back, and when he entered the West City Gate, a gust of demonic wind fell rapidly, and a human form slowly appeared in front of Zhao Qi.

In the face of such a shocking change, Zhao Qi helplessly stopped in place, faintly impatient. At this moment, the fox fairy girl was not sure, and she bowed and said:

"Concubine Hu Xiangu, I don't intend to offend my son, but I'm just worried about my niece's safety, I don't know which fairy mountain my son is from?"

After a little observation, she knew that Zhao Qi was a mortal, but Zhao Qi stood casually, with a calm attitude, and the majesty of the common people made Hu Xiangu unconsciously soften her tone, and her innate seventh sense told her that this son must not be a thing in the pool.

The person in front of him was dressed in black, wrapped himself tightly, without revealing anything, wearing a black veil to cover the right half of his face, his side face was beautiful, and his figure was graceful.

Zhao Qi had long known that Hu Meier's so-called aunt would come to test him, and waved his hand and said:

"You fox spirit is playing, is the master's heel something that you, a thousand-year-old fox demon, can inquire?"

Seeing Zhao Qi's identity, Hu Xiangu was even more cautious in her heart, and her thoughts turned around, and she chuckled:

"I heard that Mei'er's fireball technique was taught by Gongzi, and the concubine came to thank Gongzi. By the way, the concubine is also a little troubled in her practice, and she wants to ask her son, but I wonder if her son is empty?"

After speaking, Hu Xiangu moved her lotus foot lightly, walked into Zhao Qi slowly, trembling three times, the already majestic peaks on her chest were even more turbulent, and Zhao Qi began to doubt whether the bandeau could be restrained.

Ignoring Hu Xiangu's seduction with silky eyes, Zhao Qi frowned, covered his nose with his sleeves, and said loudly: "How can the young master have the spare time to cure your stubborn disease, and if you use the charm on me again, I will completely abolish you!"

Hu Xiangu thought that she was covering up well, but she didn't expect to be seen by Zhao Qi, so she hurriedly bowed down and apologized, "The concubine knows her mistake, so she will retire." Then he turned into a demonic wind and fled into the distance.

Seeing that Hu Xiangu had stopped, Zhao Qi's tense body collapsed instantly, and the whole person seemed to be drenched, panting heavily, tightening the rope, and running towards the city gate quickly.

When he arrived at the gate of the city, Zhao Qi was still afraid, if it wasn't for the seamless pretending he had just now, and the supreme immortal method he had shown, Hu Xiangu was sure that he was the son of a master outside the world, and he had died. This is a tightrope among all kinds of characters who are far beyond their own strength, and if they are not careful, they will die without a place to be buried.

However, after this battle, Zhao Qi believes that Hu Xiangu should not appear in front of him, the demon is suspicious and insecure, and he was poked by himself today, so he must be wary of himself.

Back at home, Granny Lan and the others didn't see the difference on Zhao Qi's body, and the sweaty clothes were probably caused by picking up firewood and running too far.

In the school the next day, the old master and Zhao Qi sat at both ends of the table tensely, and all the students put down their books and looked at Zhao Qi with reverence.

"Zhao Qi, have you memorized the Book of Songs I taught you yesterday?"

"Yes. ”

"Then you carry it. ”

Fifteen minutes later, the old master closed the book with satisfaction, "Very good, do you understand?" ”

"Chirp the deer, eat the wild artemisia. I have a guest..... guest style Yan Yiao, what do you mean?"

"Yo-yo group of deer chirp,......"

"Very good, you can go back!"

"Teacher ......"

Everyone knew that the main event was coming, and their eyes were fiery waiting for Zhao Qi to make a request.

"Teacher, can you teach me the rest!

The old master looked at the thick stack of books in his hand, and there were at least five hundred pages left, and he was a little suspicious in his heart, but when he thought of Zhao Qi's previous experience, he had to nod in agreement, "Okay, wait until the class ends, I'll teach you alone!"

The students in the audience were also a little disappointed when they found that the old master did not mention the punishment of a hundred ring rulers. After all, watching Zhao Qi and the old master gamble against each other made them not much fun in the school. Thinking about when Zhao Qi first arrived at the school, he learned one page a day, Zhao Qi felt that it was too slow, just like the old master asked for an increase in the amount of teaching, and he had a hundred-foot gambling contract.

As a result, a week has passed, Zhao Qi has to learn more than 100 pages every day, and he still feels slow, and the more important thing is that no matter how much the old master teaches, Zhao Qi can remember it.

In the eyes of other people, Zhao Qi is not a genius, and his mother is a child of someone else's family who is evil, so I really want to see Zhao Qi punished! Who would have thought that the little fool at the beginning would be so smart after he opened his mind?

In the evening, Zhao Qi came to the mountains with a cloth bag to pick up firewood, and before he walked around, he saw a shadow jumping out of the tree in front of him, and Zhao Qi continued to collect firewood in a different direction without raising his head.

"That's... Hey, do you know how to use the Wind?"

When Zhao Qi heard this, he turned his head and beckoned to Hu Mei'er, "Little fox demon, come here!"

Hu Meier thought that Zhao Qi was going to teach herself, so she jumped up in front of Zhao Qi, smiled and looked up to wait for Zhao Qi to take class, and then ......

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Hu Meier squatted on the ground with her head covered, and painful tears kept rolling in her eyes, "My name is Zhao Qi, and if you call me again, I'll knock you to death!"

At this moment, Hu Meier finally remembered Zhao Qi's words when he left yesterday, rubbed her forehead, and apologized in a low voice.

"Little fox demon, don't cry, do you remember it now?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll teach you the wind technique, you stand up quickly. ”

Hu Mei'er slowly stood up in response, half of the red palm prints on her smooth and white head were clearly visible, Zhao Qi helped rub it guiltily, and breathed to help Hu Meier relieve the pain.

There was a muffled sound not far away, and a huge tree with a thick waist clattered down, Zhao Qi hurriedly withdrew the hand that tossed Hu Meier's head, and secretly said that it was a pity. Although Zhao Qi is not close to beauty, the feeling of rubbing Hu Meier's little head is really comfortable, and there is an inexplicable sense of comfort.

"Look, I'll only teach you three times, learn ...... hard"