The villain has a white moonlight

Not far away, the red butterfly shuttled lightly through the forest of steles, as if paying tribute to each stele. The black dog Xiao Aipo was walking in the candlelight intoxicated. Du Ruozhi looked at the person in front of him and felt his face getting hotter. Taking a deep breath to stabilize his mind, he quickly said to Fu Mengsheng, "Brother, I'll go to draw lots first!" Without waiting for an answer, he buried his head and rushed towards the little girl in yellow shirt with a few steps.

The little girl was covering her face with her sleeves and was trembling with laughter. The young man gave her a cold look. After coughing, she restrained her playful expression. She held the stick with one hand and shook it vigorously up and down.

Not only that, but she also shook her head and shook her head in a serious manner while shaking the lottery, and said in a brisk tone: "Hey! The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, the blessings of the heavenly officials are the most lingering!"

"Let me say, little boy, are you chasing ghosts or rolling dice?" Du Ruozhi glanced at the bamboo stick that was about to be shaken to pieces.

"Shh, don't talk!" The little girl finished speaking, and then chanted the formula that sounded like she had made up now. She shook the lottery container vigorously and walked around Du Ruozhi twice, then finally stopped and handed her hands. Xiang Juvenile said very confidently: "Here, with the blessing of my formula, it will definitely be the top lottery."

"Oh." The boy said indifferently.

"Hey, then hurry up and draw. I am so concerned about the face of the beauty Taoist elder brother. Otherwise, the lottery is there. Do you like to draw? If there are fewer people to draw, I will have more opportunities to go to the Langhua Banquet. Go by myself or sell the price of cattle, I have earned it!" The little oriole started again.

"..."

"Let's draw! Huh?" The little girl smiled and handed over the lottery.

Du Ruozhi glanced at the forest of steles, floating dream was born in the surging sea of ​​stars formed by the candlelight, he was raising his hand to gently caress the steles, as if he was remembering something.There was a gust of wind blowing through the hall, the Taoist's white clothes were lightly fluttering, and the Yiren stood in the middle of the water like a Luoshen.

"Hey boy, my hands are numb!"

The boy withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand and randomly took a stick from the stick, before he could see the sign clearly, the little girl in yellow shirt snatched it.

She skillfully turned the sign upside down and glanced at it, shouted: "No way!" Then stomped her feet angrily: "Hate, hate, hate!"

"What?" Du Ruozhi said indifferently, "Even if it's a lottery, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

"Hmph, the lottery you drew has the Vermilion Bird and Lotus seal at the end, and the last invitation card for the Langhua Banquet is yours!" The little girl said angrily, "If it wasn't for worrying about damaging the blessing, I would have picked out the one with the seal in advance. Sign the black box for yourself, hmph, this year is for nothing again!"

"Do you really want to go to the Langhua Banquet?"

"Think? Of course I want to! That's a feast jointly organized by the Langya Wang Clan and the Jinling Xie Clan! No one doesn't want to go!"

"Well, then you keep it for yourself and go to the banquet tomorrow."

The little girl in the yellow shirt opened her almond-shaped eyes in shock: "What are you kidding?"

"No kidding, I don't want to go, and it's useless to keep it."

"Do you know that this lottery can be worth thousands of gold, and it can be doubled tomorrow?

"Oh." Du Ruozhi said indifferently: "So what, I'm not short of money."

"...You?" The little girl looked suspiciously at the bamboo basket he was carrying: "I said, you are a young boy picking mushrooms, right? The market price of mushrooms this season is high, but how do you have the confidence to say such a thing?" .”

"Ha." The boy laughed, raised his eyebrows and said, "Just kidding."

"I will!" The little girl glanced at the sign in her hand: "But you really don't want it?"

The young man folded his hands and leaned against the pillar behind him, nodded and said, "No."

"The signed document still needs to be deciphered," the little girl said happily, "I'll read it to you!" She cleared her throat, and said solemnly: "Official and ghost documents invade each other. The sky is sunny and the sky is not sunny, if you ask if there is no rain and rain, Huangquan and Biluo are on the same path, but by a different road... Will Yu Hen perish?!"

The more she read, the slower she spoke, and finally holding the lottery, she said with a blank face: "What does this mean? Why can't I understand it? It seems that I can understand it. I don't remember this sign in the 36 lottery? "

Du Ruozhi also frowned slightly, and when he smelled the light fragrance of herbs brought by the breeze, he quickly grabbed the stick, folded it in half, and put the half with the sign into his sleeve. The whole process was smooth and orderly, and the little girl Then he looked stunned, and when he came back to his senses, there was a broken voice in the empty hall: "Du, Ruo, Zhi! Don't go too far!"

Probably because the tone was too fierce, the echo of la~la~la~la startled the night birds perched outside the eaves, and the sound of flapping their wings and flying away.

"Huh? What happened?" Fu Mengsheng had already approached, with a gentle tone and a smile on his lips.

"Du Ruozhi bullied me!"

"Little friend?"

"Brother, no, I'm just playing around with my little slave!" The boy laughed and handed the other half of the lottery to the little girl in yellow.

Glancing at the Vermilion Bird lotus seal on it, the little girl snorted and took it away, and said sweetly to Fu Mengsheng: "By the way, Brother Daochang, I can't solve the signature that Du Ruozhi drew. Surely you can solve it?"

"Well, please let me know the content of the signature." Fu Mengsheng laughed.

"Okay, it's that official ghost..."

"Ah, be careful, I think you have a misunderstanding that should be cleared up." Du Ruozhi said lightly, "I don't pick up mushrooms, but pick up dead bones for a living!"

"What about the dead man's bones... official ghost documents... what? What are you doing picking up dead people's bones!" The little girl in the yellow shirt took two steps back, her face turned pale.

"Of course it's a treasure, take it back and hide it!"

"You you you you you! Little pervert!" The little girl stomped her feet angrily: "No...you're lying to me again?!"

"Haha!" Du Ruozhi leaned against the pillar and laughed heartily.

"Little friend." Fu Mengsheng shook his head at the boy.

"Oh," the young man stood up straight, restrained his face but said in a relaxed tone: "I have deciphered the signature myself and signed it. It's a good sign. Don't bother brother!"

The little girl in the yellow shirt opened her mouth, but was stopped by the boy's glance before she raised any questions.

Fu Mengsheng heard the words, raised his hand and gently touched the boy's head: "That's good."

Du Ruozhi raised his head and moved closer to Taoist, narrowed his eyes, and smiled happily, like a cat with golden eyes, obediently accepting the master's caress.

Seeing this scene, the little girl in the yellow shirt dropped the stick in her hand in shock, just like a passing by, dropped the melon in her hand in shock.

The sticks in the cylinder crackled and scattered all over the ground, the little girl hurriedly turned her back to the two of them: "Go ahead, leave me alone, I will clean it up myself!" Then she squatted down and quickly pulled the bamboo sticks together, put them back into the sticks, and stood up .

"I also found Daozi." Fu Mengsheng said with a smile, and handed over a lottery with his slender and well-proportioned hand.

The little girl was startled, took a look at Du Ruo, and saw that the other party was playing with Xiao Aipo who didn't know when he came over, she breathed a sigh of relief, thanked her, took the lottery and threw it back into the tube: "Okay, I finished my work today, Brother Daochang, do you continue to visit the tower or go to watch the lanterns?"

"Little friend, what do you think?" Fu Mengsheng said with a smile.

"My brother will attend the Langhua Banquet tomorrow, so it's time to rest."

"Well, good." Fu Mengsheng nodded, and then asked the little girl in yellow shirt: "Do you want to see me off, little girl?"

"Huh?" The other party seemed to be in a daze holding the stick, but couldn't hear clearly.

"Brother means, it's too late and it's not safe for you to walk alone as a little girl. We can take you home."

"Ah, no need, the people who put up the lanterns in the Qiuguan Festival these days all live in the White Pagoda!" the little girl looked at Fu Mengsheng, holding her heart in both hands and said sweetly.

"...Your tone is really weird."

"It's up to you how I talk to elder brother Daoist!" The little girl glared at the boy.

Du Ruozhi shrugged: "Then see you later!"

"Brother Taoist, see you tomorrow!"

"Well, see you tomorrow." Fu Mengsheng nodded with a smile.

The little girl in the yellow shirt looked at the back of them leaving. Under the dim lights, the red butterfly on the shoulder of the Taoist in white shone with red light in the dark night, and the black dog beside the boy in red wagged its tail. The good night was gentle, no matter how you looked at it, it was beautiful. The years are quiet and good.

The little girl's sweet smile disappeared, and she lowered her eyes to look at the bamboo sticks filled with the same signature, with a sneer that didn't match her age.

The first time she heard Lan Xizhi and Lan Xianzhi's name was from that person. When he mentioned them, his deer-like bright eyes were full of envy and admiration.

A few years ago, it was also the season of frost, cold and moon, and it was also a time of hustle and bustle. The late autumn festival of Zixiao Academy was also a grand gathering of guests from all over the world.

Under the prosperity, in addition to people who go out and have fun at night, there are also people who run around for their livelihood, and she is the latter.

She was 13 years old that year, and she was selling with a basket. In the basket were herbs, small sachets, paper-cut window grilles, safety charms, glass marbles, and everything. She was in urgent need of money, so she asked everyone she met. She waved her hand and said no, some people turned a blind eye, she felt nothing, continued to ask one by one, and continued to be rejected, although she had no eyesight, she also knew what kind of temperament a dude was, so when she saw the boys and girls not far away, He purposely leaned against the side of the road, bowed his head and walked away quickly. He didn't think about it, but he was still blocked.

"Little sister, what are you doing in such a hurry?" The boy in the lead smiled.

"Small, small business, please show me your hand." She grabbed a small thing, lowered her head and handed it to a woman with both hands.

"What do you mean, what do you think of us? You bastard sister doesn't like it!" The woman saw those things clearly, and immediately showed contempt.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"Hmph, look at your outfit, are you from the Miaojiang Wu tribe?"

"That's right, it's the Wu clansman who can raise poisonous insects and toads as Gu."

"My mother once said that whoever the witch clan woman takes a fancy to, she will lay a gu on that person, and she will never leave her life and death. She is also one of her people to be a ghost. If there is any betrayal, her seven orifices will bleed to death. It's too vicious!"

"Disgusting, what are you Wu clansmen doing here in the forest full of miasma?"

Full of malice rushed to her face, when she was at a loss, someone snatched her basket and threw it on the ground.

She was anxious and angry, her tears couldn't stop falling, but she couldn't help it. When a woman raised her foot to step on scattered things, she finally couldn't help it, bumped the man away, and leaned over to the basket in a panic catch.

"Grab her!" The woman who was pushed away was so angry that she blushed and her neck was thick. She gave an order, and a dog leg dragged her up from the ground. The woman raised her hand, but the slap didn't land on her face.

A folding fan with sea water patterns was placed in front of her, and a pleasant voice came down: "These brothers and sisters who don't know where they came from, Zixiao Academy prohibits the use of force."

The author has something to say: Happy Qixi Festival everyone, I finally finished writing before midnight.

Just a little recollection, the next chapter is mainly about the Langhua Banquet, and the villains are about to start messing around.

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