Dead wood fills the pillars

A hand suddenly stretched out from the second cell, smooth as fat and slender as a green onion.

Ji Wudi has seen many beautiful hands, but this pair is a little better than all the ones he has seen.

She hooked her hand towards him, "little brother, come here."

Ji Wudi leaned over with a smile.

The beautiful woman is leaning against the iron fence, her red phoenix eyes seem to be open but not open.Her hand was still out of the iron fence, as long as Ji Wudi took another step forward, she would be able to grab his lapel.

But Ji Wudi's footsteps stopped.

"Little brother, don't you want to get closer?" The beautiful woman turned sideways, with the fruit on her chest pressed against the iron gate, feeling like it was about to overflow.

Ji Wudi blinked and sighed, "Ma'am, you're drooping."

……

The beautiful woman seemed to be killed by lightning, her face, chest, and hands were strangely condensed in the present moment.

Ji Wudi sighed and walked in front of her.

In the third cell lived a fortune teller.

When Ji Wudi walked by, he said, "You are destined to die!"

Ji Wudi paused and looked at him in surprise, "Huh?"

The fortune teller sneered, "If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

"It's not that I don't believe it, I just think you're amazing." Ji Wudi looked at him with admiration, "I can tell at a glance that I'm Duanxiu."

The fortune teller rubbed his chin and fell to the ground.

"Broken sleeve?"

From the deepest part of the cave, came a low and pleasant male voice.

He was still looking around, but the cursing cell was suddenly silent.

Only a faint echo is left.

"Let me see if I'm qualified to be my male favourite."

……

Ji Wudi went in a hurry.

The last cell is facing the entrance of the cave, about the size of three and a half other cells, separated by a green bamboo screen in the middle, divided into a study room, a bedroom and a hot spring room.If it wasn't for the same iron fence around the outside, Ji Wudi would almost suspect that this is a vacation villa used by his father to raise his young lover.

A figure leisurely turned out from behind the screen, wearing a black robe and jade belt, with an arrogant expression.

Qi Zizhong put down the food box and looked at him with eager eyes. "Mr. Yuan, today is the first day of junior high again."

The man stared at Ji Wudi and said, "I'm not free today."

……

Qi Zizhong immediately glanced at Ji Wudi resentfully.

Ji Wudi hurriedly coaxed: "It's okay, it's okay, he's not free, I'm free. I'll play the piano for you when I get down the mountain."

Qi Zizhong's resentment deepened.

The man asked: "Are you the son of Ji Huihuang?" He was clearly in his twenties, but he seemed to be asking his elders.

It was rare that Ji Wudi actually responded honestly.

"What's your name?"

"Ji Wudi."

The man laughed, "Your martial arts can't even kill a wolf, so you can be called invincible?"

Ji Wudi said: "My martial arts can't kill a wolf, but my money can kill thousands of wolves."

The man stopped laughing, "The only thing you can rely on is a father."

Ji Wudi said: "One such father is enough, I am very content."

"..."

Qi Zizhong put down the dishes in the food box one by one, "I'll clean it up in an hour."

The man glanced, "No need. I won't eat."

Ji Wudi comforted him: "If you are jealous of my name, you will still eat."

The man stared at him for a long time before turning his head and said, "There is no shiitake mushrooms in fried pork slices with green peppers. The boiled chicken is too old and the vegetables are not cooked. The tomato and egg soup has only one egg in it. I don't want to eat it."

……

Ji Wudi lowered his head and studied the dish for a long time, "Since it's fried pork slices with green peppers, what's the matter with mushrooms?"

The man said: "I like it mixed."

Ji Wudi said again: "How did you see that there was only one egg in the tomato and egg soup?"

The man said: "Because it's lonely."

Ji Wudi: "..."

Qi Zizhong packed the food box without saying a word, and said respectfully, "Then I'll come back later."

"No need. I'm not hungry." The man said to Ji Wudi, "You stay and talk with me."

Ji Wudi shook his head and said, "No, I want to be with my bosom friend."

Under the gaze of the man, Qi Zizhong was one head and two big. "Master..."

"Zizhong..." Ji Wudi immediately turned his head and looked at him affectionately.

Qi Zizhong choked up.How can he get this honor!

The man said with difficulty: "Are you... Wangnianlian?"

boom.

Qi Zizhong slammed his head against the wall.

Ji Wudi sighed, "We are bosom friends, confidants, Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi in this world. This kind of relationship, the world will not understand."

A certain person: "..."

Ji Wudi walked over and held Qi Zizhong's hand, "Zizhong, let's go, I'll play the piano for you."

The man suddenly said, "I want to listen too."

Ji Wudi looked at him suspiciously.

The man said: "A person with poor martial arts should be good at playing the qin, right?"

Qi Zizhong: "..."

An hour later, that person deeply realized that there were not so many 'shoulds' in this world.

He could see that Ji Wudi played very seriously, and he could also tell that he had practiced for a long time, but the sound he played always gave people the illusion of listening to playing cotton.The only difference is that listening to someone playing cotton at least won't make your blood boil, but listening to Ji Wudi playing the piano will.

"Ouch!" The fortune teller suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood three feet away from the iron gate.

Ji Wudi withdrew his hand and said in surprise: "Zizhong, I never thought that someone would understand me better than you. He could hear the loneliness in my piano sound, and he was so moved that he vomited blood!"

The fortune teller fell to the ground and waved his hand weakly, "No, I just wanted to...luck my skills, but I didn't expect...to go crazy."

Ji Wudi said modestly: "In fact, my piano sound is very ordinary, and it can't help the progress of practice."

……

The fortune teller was lying on the ground, his expression numb and desperate.

Ji Wudi touched the guzheng he found halfway, turned his head and looked anxiously at the person who left the iron gate at some time, and asked excitedly, "What do you think of the sound of my zither?"

"It's like the Yellow River flooding."

Ji Wudi said happily: "The gallop is vast and endless?"

"No." The man walked slowly to the iron gate, "It's like the Yellow River flooding, and the people are devastated, and the sorrow is everywhere."

It was rare for Ji Wudi to meet someone who was still so calm after listening to him play a piece, so he couldn't help but clapped his hands and said, "Taking advantage of this mood, why don't I play another piece of Flying Daggers?"

The man avoided answering, and then asked: "Has the Brilliant Gate collapsed?"

Ji Wudi said: "I didn't have it before I came."

"Since you haven't fallen, why do you, the master of the Brilliant Sect, have time to wander around?"

"It's because the Brilliant Gate is still closed that I have time to wander around." Ji Wudi smiled without shame, "Because the disciples of the Brilliant Gate are working hard to make money to support me."

"..." The man looked at Qi Zizhong speechlessly.

Qi Zizhong faced the wall, never looking back.

Ji Wudi stood up holding the guzheng, and suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked Your Excellency Gao's name yet?"

The man said: "Didn't Ji Huihuang mention me?" His tone was flat, but there was clearly displeasure in his eyes.

Ji Wudi thought for a while and said, "Actually, I mentioned it."

The man's eyes flashed, "Oh? Since I mentioned it, why don't you know my name?"

"Because my father said," Ji Wudi cleared his throat, and deliberately imitated Ji Guanghui's tone: "You should know, you will know eventually. You shouldn't know, you won't know for the rest of your life."

The man was silent for a while, and said: "Where do you think that this sentence refers to me?"

Ji Wudi said: "If you tell me your name, then I should know about you. If you don't tell me, then I shouldn't know. Isn't it all included?"

"..." The man lowered his eyes, sighing, "Ji Wudi. It seems that you are much more interesting than Ji Huihuang."

Ji Wudi proudly said: "I can't compare with others. When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, I am definitely better than the blue."

"Is it?"

"Of course. If you don't believe me, I'll bring something fun to open your eyes tomorrow!"

"Then I'll wait and see." The man paused and said meaningfully, "Remember, I'm Yuan Aozec."

"I've been out for too long today, I have to go back." Ji Wudi picked up the zither and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, stopped and turned around, "Do you think I'm qualified to be your male favourite?"

……

Qi Zizhong finally couldn't bear it and rushed out of the cave alone.

Yuan Aozec raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Why don't you ask again tomorrow?"

Ji Wudi nodded and said: "Exactly. As a male favourite, it's not enough to please others." He said, and went confidently.

As soon as Ji Wudi stepped into Zhuangzi, he was 'invited' by Zuo Siwen to the meeting hall.

Also present are You Kongwu, Shang Que, Zhong Yu and Xia Hui.

Ji Wudi was surprised and said: "Hey? Why are there so many people today? Is there any happy event to announce? Ah, could it be that Ah You has worked hard for so many years and finally let Ah Zuo have it?"

"Pfft!" Tea sprayed from Xia Hui's nostrils.

Shang Que took out a fan from his sleeve and opened it, just to cover the expression on his face.

Zhong Yu looked up at the beam, trying to find a focus to divert his attention.

Right Kong Wu jumped up at the case, "Master! I have said it hundreds of times, don't associate me with this scum!"

Ji Wudi said innocently: "I didn't associate Lao Tzu with Ah Zuo, I just associated you with Ah Zuo. Lao Tzu is innocent."

Zuo Siwen said with a livid face: "Master, it would be great if you also have this kind of reaction and persistence to martial arts."

Ji Wudi said: "No one is perfect. Zuo, you have to tolerate my occasional flaws."

Zuo Siwen: "..."

Before Zuo Siwen ran away, Shang Que hurriedly said, "I don't know why Guardian Zuo summoned us?"

Zuo Siwen turned his back, trying to calm down the anger surging in his chest, turned around and said: "It's for Wudang Lingyun Daoist's birthday."

Ji Wudi said: "Isn't it better to spend money to eliminate disasters?"

Zuo Siwen said: "Master Ling Yun specially invited the sect master to go in person."

"I know. He invites him every year, but every year when he celebrates his birthday, I just have typhoid fever."

"This time is different."

"What's the difference?"

Zuo Siwen said: "This time, Daoist Lingyun personally came to the Brilliant Sect to invite the Sect Master."

Ji Wudi was stunned, "When will he arrive?"

"According to the letter, it should be noon tomorrow."

Ji Wudi calmly said, "Pack up your bags, this sect is mainly going out for travel!"