Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 357|————Fanwai 7
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Heigulongdong stone cave, there is skylight a few steps away, but it can’t shine in no matter what, but there are traces of gray smoke flowing out of the pores.
For a while, it seemed to be a spot, hovering to settle down.
A group of milky white pompoms slowly appeared in the same place. At first, they were nothingness. They could penetrate the walls of the stone, and walked back and forth along the crevices of the stone as they pleased. However, they rolled and hit the rock wall. Mao Tuanzi froze twice and fell back.
For a long while, a grieved pink tail stretched out from the pompom.
Then there are small, slender claws and short hind legs.
This is still the appearance of the belly upside-down, the pompon kicked quickly and turned over flexibly, the white and soft nose began to sniff, and the ebony-like eyes looked around alertly, and the beard trembled slightly. .
Here, there is too much spiritual energy, there is no grass, the milk ball fumbled for a while in the stone cave, short claws touched the deflated belly, and tentatively looked out.
She shook her hair timidly, and finally curiosity and hunger drove it to slowly approach the entrance of the cave.
——The wind blew the soft fine hairs on the body, and it also brought the scent of the mixed grass and soil in the distance, which was a little floral.
Good smell, sweet fragrance.
The scent that I haven’t smelled, even my stomach began to gurgle.
The milk ball couldn’t help but take another step.
Don’t dare to go out, it doesn’t matter if you smell it?
It closed its eyes intoxicated, and was suddenly fished out by the hands that appeared at the entrance of the cave.
Unexpectedly, the milk ball hurriedly struggled, and his limp body was about to turn into a cloud of mist and disappear without a trace.
“Thief kid, he will hide!”
The mist was rubbed back alive, and recondensed into a solid body. The milk ball with nowhere to escape sits in Meng Qi’s palm awkwardly.
“A thousand guards against a thief is hard to guard against. I think you are a little thief.” Meng Qi held the milk ball, angry and funny.
After waiting for so many years, the small dragon veins hidden by him and the ink carp on the Longjiao Peak of Shangyun Mountain finally reshaped and gave birth to consciousness.
Although according to human terms, this is a brother of Meng Qi’s direct blood, but it takes a lot of effort to raise him, and he is no different from his son.
This is not the most troublesome. The main reason is that the dragon vein of Taijing was robbed before its spiritual wisdom was opened last time. After regenerating, he hid in the spiritual cave of the Nineteen Peaks of the Nineteen Peaks of Shangyun Mountain like a bird of a frightened bow after rebirth. Zang, as soon as there is a turmoil, he slips faster than Feiheshan.
The **** has long wings, this little thing…
Meng Qi can’t laugh or cry, let alone the shadow, you can’t catch a single hair.
Shangyun Mountain is so big, it’s hard to find it.
In the brain of the milk ball, I don’t know what it has identified. Once it feels Meng Qi’s breath, it runs away, like a little fool who eats for nothing and wants to escape the rent. If it didn’t work, Meng Qi couldn’t do anything about it, so he simply let it be at ease in the mountains.
This year, pinching fingers, thinking that the shape of the milk ball has become more stable and ready to be caught, Meng Qi only came back.
——If you don’t catch it anymore, this fascinating little thing may appear to be scary.
At that time, there will be a legend on Yunshan, and it will not be good.
This is not hundreds of years ago, so I’m not afraid of making trouble.
The world is different. No one believes in ghosts, monsters, and fairies. Isn’t the milk ball like a new species? First, grab a sample and declare and then install a coordinate device to observe living habits and find populations?
The dragon-bred race of this mountain with only two gerbils? At Longzhao Peak a minute ago, it disappeared in place after a minute, and even the coordinate annunciator injected into the body was lost?
Shangyunshan already has the Imperial Tomb Archaeology Research Institute and the Ecological Protection Research Institute, so don’t come to an unknown biological observation base.
So Meng Qi decided to take it home for a good education before Xiaolongmai caught the attention of others.
There are rules in everything and everything, and the milk ball is no exception. Let it sly rabbits in three caves, and there is always a habit of running. Meng Qi summed it up, worked out a plan in time, and then began to wait for the “rabbit”.
The bait is the newly-baked sweet-scented osmanthus cake. This is a time-honored Taijing brand. It has been passed down for 600 years. Somehow, it suddenly became popular on the Internet this year. There are long queues in the store. The well-informed Meng Qi was taken aback.
People die for money, and rats are busy with cakes.
The fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus cake, you can’t deceive Xiaolongmai if you don’t believe it.
“You run again.”
The milk ball shrank into a ball timidly, afraid to say anything.
Seeing it looks like this, Meng Qi can’t help but feel a little pain when thinking about the past.
The finger that stroked Xiaolongmai brought a trace of aura, and the milk ball was taken aback, and subconsciously nudged it.
It is exactly when it needs to absorb a lot of spiritual energy. Facing the existence of Meng Qi, which is of the same origin, there is an instinctive fear, just like digging in someone’s granary.
Looking at the bewildered milk ball with his head tilted in his hand, Meng Qi knew that he had to give this little thing time.
Lingzhi is not that easy to develop.
More than three hundred years have passed, and the tree on Shilang Mountain still only shakes.
The vicissitudes of life in the world, personnel changes, but for the unformed dragon veins, this time is not enough for them to make any changes.
Shangyunshan Xiaolongmai had the conditions for a long time, and with sufficient spiritual energy, it still lasted for three hundred years.
“Equalization, I will send you to school.”
Meng Qi squeezed the milk ball, wondering who would let you run, but if you are behaved, you can transform yourself into the arms of Ali and me early.
Running, for how many years you have run, you have to write more sets of five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation.
***
The sun rises and the moon sets, spring comes and autumn goes.
The earth huts have slowly turned into brick houses, and people have changed one after another. Even the name of Zhushan County in Pingzhou has been changed three or four times, until one building rises from the ground and follows closely. Looking at the ugly gray wall, the people on the street wearing blue cotton jackets also disappeared, as if someone was holding a watercolor to recolor the small town.
For hundreds of years, even thousands of years, there has not been a vivid color.
The walls can be painted with sky blue paint, and the building can be a transparent glass dome.
After night fell, colorful neon lights reflected the stalls in the night market, and a bunch of sliced lamb was signed, and it was turned over the charcoal fire in a hand. The cumin and chili powder that were constantly spilled, under the light of the light Lined with the oil oozing from the meat, it looks like a beautiful golden background.
The hawker next door poured a bowl of condiment sauce on the iron plate, white smoke burst, and the overbearing smell of onion and squid drifted across the street.
“Snee.”
The milk ball was silly, and a reel turned over and plunged into Meng Qi’s pocket, and his buttocks rushed to life and death and refused to come out.
——The smoke and flames of this world are also terrible.
Meng Qi feels shameless. Is it fair to say that dragon veins are afraid of smelling onions?
The car parked not far from the entrance of the night market. Although this thing is not fast, no one is practicing martial arts this year. But if you run faster than the car, it will be in the newspaper.
“Professor Meng, you are back!”
Someone greeted me. Meng Qi now looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, in a humble gray jacket, wearing a pair of flat glasses—too eye-catching, to cover as much as possible—as much as possible If you are not afraid of being too exaggerated, you can also wear a cloth coat and straw hat.
No way, in this era, people can accidentally be photographed on the road.
It’s all so hard. Some people handed out business cards and asked if they wanted to go to the entertainment industry to develop? Could this group of people not give up without growing a white beard?
Meng Qi is not resentful, but not like before. Today is eighteen and tomorrow is eighty. He can only follow his “identity” and grow old day by day, and he cannot lose his temper casually, such as jumping out half a mile with joy. Ground, squeeze a handprint or something on the coin.
A professor in the Department of Archaeology, with great strength, often leads a team to excavate and protect ancient tombs in the wild, and he is used to being rough and not paying attention to dressing. This can be explained. From Shangyun Mountain to Qi Mao Mountain across the provinces, he is equally honest Actually drive on the highway and pass the toll station.
Otherwise, the cell phone signal shows that you are running four hundred miles like a cheetah all night, how can you explain it?
It doesn’t work even when it is turned off. I didn’t take a plane or a train. Even if I was driving, there were speed measurement photos at intersections. It’s not a flaw if you don’t check this kind of thing. If someone checks it, it’s a sieve.
The name of Professor Meng Qi is a clever trick.
This is not to say that his academic qualifications are false, but that he is “achievement.”
Everyone knows that his “familiar with ancient books” persona, like a nerd, doesn’t like to deal with people (Meng Qi: pretending to be very tired), and then find traces of ancient tombs from the ancient books and carry out excavation and protection. Especially in Shangyun Mountain, the tombs of more than a dozen emperors and generals were found (Meng Qi: You can take the opportunity to go to this group of nail houses).
Now Qimao Mountain has become a famous white fox reserve. No one knows why there are groups of white foxes here. Some scholars who have studied this vowed to say that about two or three hundred years ago, all the white foxes in the north , Gathered in this mountainous area one after another, and then lived together to form a community.
Thanks to the legend of the white fox, a film and television base was built nearby to develop tourism.
Fortunately, the house on Qimao Mountain is one price per day near Shangyun Mountain.
Originally, Meng Qi could go to his hometown to find some antiques that he had hidden back then to sell, not to mention that a two-bedroom house or even a villa could be bought, but who made his brain rush to find this identity What? More things are not as good as less things. Anyway, whether there is an archaeology professor or a famous medical university, they all have allocated houses. There is no place to live in the ancient city near Shangyun Mountain, and there is no need to worry about not being able to afford this small town. one’s house.
Passing through the lively night market, with a full of fireworks, Shi Shiran came to a community.
Go into the elevator proficiently, take the key, and smoothly push back the milk ball that wants to stick his head out—there is a camera in the elevator.
As soon as he entered the house, Meng Qi quickly kicked the door.
He took off his glasses, and the whole person changed accordingly.
——It’s better to be at home, as long as you want.
“This little thing is quite strenuous.”
Meng Qi greeted him and stood up and looked at his ink carp, put the stunned milk ball on the coffee table, and lay down on the sofa when he hugged someone.
Moli didn’t bother to become forty years old at home, and wore a long lace-up pajamas. The curtains hung down in the room and the room was dim. At first glance, it looked like the old time more than 300 years ago. Qi said that, under his robe, he didn’t wear obscene clothes like before.
“Looking at Xiaolongmai.”
“If he can read and understand, he can learn to read.”
In order to catch the milk ball, Meng Qi hasn’t seen the face of the black carp for a month. Although they have a longer time separation between the two places, the dragon veins do not worry about time, but every time they come back, they still have to hug the fish and eat a few mouthfuls. .
The milk ball moved two steps uneasily, then chuckled, sliding all fours on the smooth surface of the coffee table.
I turned over and stood up trying to run. I slipped my feet again, my feet were upside down, and I planted directly on the remote control for the third time. The LCD screen lit up, and there was a sound from inside. The ground “flounced”, and the round belly and small scared eyes were very vivid.
However, no matter how high the bomb is, it will fall to the surface of the coffee table. He crawls all the way like skating, rushing out of the coffee table, and the milk ball flies up directly, heading down on the sofa next to Moli.
Moli: “…”
Meng Qi: “…”
Xiaolongmai is not smart.
Mo Li slowly turned his gaze to Meng Qi, as if thinking about whether the first dragon vein born in Taijing was too smart, and the second dragon vein was congenitally insufficient.
Meng Qi felt bad, a gerbil that was rounder and smaller than himself, what if the ink carp felt cute?
He picked up the milk ball and stuffed it into his pocket, and said solemnly: “I will teach it.”