Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 28
Dumb little Qi seemed to have found something interesting again, holding the wine glass and sipping lightly, every time he took a sip of the wine, he shivered from the cold, but he never tired of it.

He seems to have a strong curiosity about everything, and he is not afraid.

The little chubby fox concentrated on dealing with the roasted chicken and sauced duck in front of him, and his paws and mouth were shiny with oil.

Everyone ate or drank, and chatted about their daily practice.

Granny Shi was always smiling, very satisfied with such a lively scene.

In fact, Qingxiu is a hard work, abandoning worldly pleasures and concentrating on the tempering of Dao Qi.

To be able to withstand loneliness is a remarkable person.

The three sisters in Meirenling cannot eat meat, but only smell the aroma.

Seeing that they didn't want to eat, the chubby fox sneaked over and grabbed a chicken leg and put it in his mouth.

After one bite, I feel like I have eaten incense ash and soil. It seems to be meat when chewed, but in the mouth, it is full of rotten smell.

The little chubby fox quickly vomited out, retching, and almost vomited out the meat he ate.

Zhiruo laughed out loud without hesitation, her shoulders shrugged like peach blossoms.

Jiaying grabbed the little chubby fox by the neck, fed it a sip of wine, rinsed its mouth, and teased, "Do you still dare to steal it?"

The little chubby fox shivered, scrambled and shrank behind Granny Shi, too ashamed to see anyone.

Granny Shi tapped the little chubby fox on the head: "Greedy ghost, sooner or later he will suffer a lot."

"These three friends 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 stolen.

This is a small episode.

Just eating and drinking is a bit boring.

Zhiruo suggested: "It's rare for friends from Zuojin to get together, why don't you come and play a game."

Quexian regained her spirits: "What game?"

Zhiruo murmured, "How about the drinking order?"

Quexian immediately shook his head: "I can't read, how can I know the drinking order?"

"How about pitching the pot?" Zhiruo suggested again.

Quexian said: "Then even if you put the pot on the top of Shouyue Tower, I will hit it with a hundred shots."

Jiaying covered her mouth and laughed snickeringly: "Second Sister, yours are all used to pass the time in the boudoir, and they are not 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 were right and people were wrong.

Jiaying sensed her depression, and quickly said: "I think it's better to draw lots and play a spell. Whoever is drawn will do a spell. It doesn't want to make any big noises, but it must be good-looking and fun."

Zhiruo has always liked to have fun, Jiaying brought her thoughts into her head, and said with a smile: "This is a good idea, do you want to play?"

What's wrong with a place where the banquet and drinking are smooth?

Gong Mengbi said: "Okay, I'll make the signing pot."

He broke off pine branches to make a pot, and picked leaves from several green bamboos sent by Quexian to make a lottery, and marked the lottery.

"The signing pot is ready, who will draw it?"

Zhiruo volunteered to draw first, took 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 to drink. Considering his physique, these wine glasses and plates seemed a bit small.

Hearing Zhiruo's words, he stood up and took a look. Seeing that it was indeed him, he was unambiguous, drank the wine in the glass, and jumped into the field with the steel fork.

With such a big body, when he landed, it was like a goose feather, without splashing a little dust.

"The Yaksha ghost of the Little Holy Temple, whose name is Xiang Qian, made a fool of himself."

There are not many magic spells of the Yasha Guihui, and none of them are ornamental, so I presented a sword dance, because holding a steel fork, maybe it is also appropriate to call it a steel fork dance.

Such a huge body, huge strength, wielding a steel fork with a cold light, should have swept everything, like a hurricane.

But in Xiang Qian's hands, it seemed that it was not a sharp weapon for killing people, but a blooming flower.

He has great strength and fast speed, and the steel fork dances like flying flowers.

But his movements are light, with soft turns, and between movements and stillness, there is quite a wonderful image of a diamond dance.

Brother Mandrill saw that Yasha Ghost's movements seemed to be slow but fast, combining hardness and softness, which is a profound martial art with both strength and beauty.

He couldn't help praising him again and again, making Junior Brother Fox quite uneasy: "Brother, this Yasha ghost looks very powerful."

Brother Mandrill whispered: "If this level of martial arts existed in the human world, he would be a great master."

In fact, as far as martial arts is concerned, even among immortals and monsters, Xiang Qian is also a first-class master.

After dancing, Xiang Qian jumped back to the table.

Gong Mengbi picked up the wine glass: "Good dance, good martial arts! My friend Daoist, I invite you."

It wasn't just Gong Mengbi, this kind of martial arts made everyone in the venue heartbroken, and came to toast and praise him one after another.

Xiang Qian stretched out his big hand and scratched his head, a little at a loss.

Gong Mengbi saw that he was uncomfortable, handed the lottery to the Yasha ghost, and said: "Xiang Qian, come and draw one."

Xiang Qian stretched out two thick fingers to pinch a bamboo leaf, and held it out to have a look: "It's the sparrow fairy."

Bird Fairy stood up, opened her arms, turned into wings and flew up, landed in the field, and the wings turned back into arms again: "I am in Zhuling, it was a bird that became a spirit, named Wenxiu."

Wenxiu was wearing a green robe and brocade clothes, looking innocent and cute.Shaking his body, he shook off dozens of slender feathers from his sleeves, which looked like feathers or bamboo leaves, and turned into green or blue, red or white birds.

Dragging its long tail feathers, colorful birds chirped, circled around the crowd, and finally flew back into Wenxiu's robe, where he hid it.

"Okay!" Gong Mengbi called out, cheering Wenxiu on.

Wen Xiu was a little shy, and stretched out his hand to draw a bamboo leaf from Gong Mengbi's stick: "It's a mandrill."

Wenxiu handed the bamboo leaf to the mandrill, and saw the image of the mandrill faintly 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."

Usually using mirage beads to cover up can still deceive you from the outside, but once you want to play tricks, it is not something that can be covered by mirage beads.

The aura of a monster is different from that of a human being, and the illusion will be shattered as soon as you make a move.

Brother Mandrill was quite calm, he walked to the arena with the stick on his back, and said, "I am..."

He paused for a while, but still said the name: "I'm Menghua, I'm not good at spells, so I would like to use this as a sword dance."

Gray Fox thought: "Why did he say his real name?"

He breathed a sigh of relief again: "Sword dance, luckily it's not a spell."

The mandrill took off the wooden stick on its back, it was originally a sword case, quite heavy.

The mandrill dances the wooden stick, it is Menghua who dances the sword box.

Although the sword box is heavy, the sword in it is psychic, and it is very satisfying to hold in your hand.

The wooden stick in the mandrill's hands is as light as weight, and its shadow is like a swimming dragon, coming like wind and going like lightning.

Brother Menghua is a master of swordsmanship, even the sword box is like a dancing dragon shadow in his hands, and one can see the shadow of the flying dragon hiding, rising, and wandering in it.

Gray Fox was so engrossed in watching it that his little hands were about to be smashed.

All he knew was that his senior brother was a sword fairy, and that there was a psychic fairy sword in the sword box. He only needed to take out the flying sword to kill someone, and he could take the head of a person hundreds of miles away.

But he never knew that his senior brother's martial arts skills are not low, and he has extremely sublime methods just by using the box as a sword.

Gong Mengbi only felt that it was a feast for the eyes. What she danced was the sword box in her hand and the swordsmanship in her heart.

Gong Mengbi only had a glimpse of the majestic dragon-like atmosphere in it, and he knew that Meng Hua was definitely not an ordinary practitioner.

　I will also perform a meow meow boxing, 咻咻咻~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)