pig auspicious

The first thing Jixiang does when he returns home is to harass Jiumeng.

Although Jiu Meng always taught him that he was disobedient for not wearing shoes, and he was not allowed to be picky eaters, but suddenly there was no Jiu Meng's nagging around him, and Xiaozhu still felt secretly lost in his heart.

When Bai Ze was not there, Ji Xiang climbed onto his bed with little Hai Xing, and put a small silver ingot beside his pillow.

He came back with a bunch of gifts, the biggest and best one for Ao Guang, and the most special one for Jiu Meng.Jiubaijiu said that this color is not as valuable as gold ingots, but Jixiang thinks silver and white are very suitable for Jiumeng.

In the past, Bai Ze usually carried Jixiang out before he went to bed, but now that there was no obstacle, Little Pig and Little Starfish began to attack him with great interest.

"It seems to have hardened." Ji Xiang commented.

Jiumeng's cheek was poked by Jixiang, and he was also suspected of having a hand.

"I don't like Jiumeng sleeping all the time." Little Haixing was very sad. "He hasn't touched me for a long time."

Jiumeng fell asleep, and Jixiang didn't understand the danger. When he just fell down, he still felt fresh.But in this Dragon Palace, apart from Ao Guang who can't be with him all the time, in fact Jixiang relies most on Jiu Meng who is prone to lose his temper.Now that no one cares about him, he also feels lonely.

Jixiang thought for a while, grabbed the little starfish and jumped off the bed. "Let's go find Ao Guang."

In Jixiang's heart, no matter what, Ao Guang can easily do it.

It was rare for Ao Guang to not be in the study, but standing alone in the garden.

The little starfish dared not speak when it was close to Ao Guang, so the little pig put it on the steps and rushed towards Ao Guang alone.

Ao Guang seemed to be thinking about something, when Ji Xiang bumped him on the leg suddenly, he looked down in surprise.

"Aren't you going to see Jiumeng?" Ao Guang bent down to pick him up and put him on the stone bench.

"When does Jiumeng get up?" Jixiang asked him. "It's been a long time since he made snacks for me."

Ao Guang touched him. "Soon."

"You wake him up now." Ji Xiang asked.

"I can't wake him up immediately, but there is a way." Ao Guang promised.

Jixiang bowed his head and said nothing.

Ao Guang smiled slightly and hugged him. "You miss him."

Affirmative.

"I went to see him just now and pulled his hair very hard." Ji Xiang said. "Even so, he's not angry now. I don't like it."

"You want Jiu Meng to scold you?"

Jixiang shook his head first, then nodded.

"If he scolds me and I won't sleep, then scold him once." Ji Xiang said to Ao Guang very seriously.

"Don't worry." Ao Guang seemed to know what Jixiang was thinking, and comforted him in a low voice. "Jiu Meng won't never wake up."

"I want him to get up quickly." Ji Xiang muttered.

Ao Guang picked up the little pig. "Let's figure out a solution together tomorrow, and go to the study now."

Jixiang blinked. "What are you doing in the study? I want to sleep."

"Finish some writing first, and then I can go to bed," Ao Guang said.

When he heard writing, Ji Xiang was shocked.

Holding the brush is one of the biggest problems he encountered after he was able to change form - he can eat with his hands, pull hair with his hands, dig holes with his hands (?, but he can't hold the brush with his hands. Every time Jiumeng can't wait to hold the brush It was tied around his wrist, just to make Ji Xiang's handwriting look better.

Helplessly, Jixiang is still interested in graffiti occasionally, but he is completely unwilling to write seriously.

"I don't want to write." Ji Xiang rubbed. "I want to go to sleep..."

"Let's not say how long it's been since you held your pen—" Ao Guang led him through the corridor. "Do you hate writing?"

"Hate it." He replied firmly, and then rubbed on.

"Then I have to write more." The little palace maid waiting outside the study opened the door, Ao Guang stepped in and put Ji Xiang on the table. "This is called punishment."

Ji Xiang blinked his eyes. "Punishment?"

"What did I say when I brought you back from Fancheng last time?" Ao Guang opened the ink stick with his own hands, and the fragrance of ink smudged from his cuffs. "Write what I've said thirty times, and then you can go to sleep."

Ji Xiang chirped: "I was wrong..."

"Oh?" Ao Guang kept moving.

"I shouldn't have sneaked out with Ao Bai—" Ji Xiang carefully organized his words in his stomach. "I won't dare next time."

"You said the same thing last time." Ao Guang handed him the pen. "Although someone once told me that a spanking may be more effective than persuasion..."

"I won't hit you." Ao Guang said. "But you deserve it."

Jixiang looked at the pen soaked in ink, and then at Ao Guang.

"I'll write it tomorrow..." He approached flatteringly.

Ao Guang took half a step back to prevent the ink from dripping. "I have other things to do tomorrow. I'll write tonight."

Ji Xiang frowned and refused to pick up the pen.

"Auspicious—?" Ao Guang lowered his voice.

Jixiang fought fiercely in his heart for a long time, finally made up his mind, and sat up "teng".

Just when Ao Guang thought that Jixiang had finally resigned to his fate, he saw the little pig turn around neatly and pouted his buttocks.

There was a sense of righteousness in Jixiang's voice: "Then I'll give you a spanking in the ass."

"..." Ao Guang silently looked at Ji Xiang who automatically found a more comfortable lying position.

Jixiang hasn't been beaten seriously yet, but he has already weighed it in the small balance in his heart just now - he doesn't quite remember what Ao Guang taught him last time, if he really wants to write it out thirty times silently, the pen will be beaten Write bald.

In contrast, although spanking may hurt, at least it's just crackling for a while, at most the butt hurts for a while.

Standing there, Ao Guang watched Ji Xiang unswervingly pointed his butt towards himself—the writing brush in his hand.

"No." Ao Guang said. "I won't hit you. You have written obediently tonight, and tomorrow we will go help Jiumeng together."

Jixiang heard it, pretending not to care, turned his head slightly, and pricked up his ears.

"Really?"

"Really." Ao Guang stepped forward and slowly spread out the paper. "Let's save Jiumeng together."

……

Although Bai Ze is not as omniscient as Ji Fu Di Ting, but no one understands things that gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and the moon better than him.

Even the ancient nine-turn resurrection is no exception.

After Ao Guang replied to the message sent by Bai Ze, he turned to the screen and saw Ji Xiang lying on the table, with half of his face resting on the paper covered in ink, it was really exciting at first glance.

Ao Guang shook his head and pulled out the crumpled white paper.

A single word of Jixiang occupies less than half a sheet of paper crookedly, and you can tell what is written on the first few sheets, but the last ones are completely ghostly symbols.

As for the penalty of writing thirty times, if the latest pile of graffiti is included, it is barely enough.

Ao Guang took away the dry brush from Ji Xiang's hand, turned around and asked someone to come in and wash Ji Xiang's face.

After Jixiang washed his face and dressed neatly, Ao Guang led him to open the sea route, and was escorted out to sea by a team of guards.

When I came out, I found that the sky was still dark, and there were still a few morning stars hanging in the sky.

Jixiang has always hated getting up early, if he hadn't been led by Ao Guang, he would have nodded his head to the ground several times, so he had to hug him and walk away.

Little Pig grows up day by day, Ao Guang doesn't want to teach a child who is too coquettish, so he never lets Jixiang act like a spoiled child, but because Little Pig spent the whole night in the study room last night, Ao Guang made an exception once.

Ever since he got snoring, Ao Guang asked him to fly by himself, and it has been a long, long time since he went out with him in his arms. Jixiang hugged Ao Guang's neck so happily that his nose was bubbling, but he felt less sleepy.

Ao Guang was wearing a gown for traveling today, with layers upon layers and complicated patterns, Ji Xiang picked the silk thread on it, feeling bored, but saw the surrounding scenery gradually becoming familiar.

Taking Zhaoyao Mountain as the center, time seems to stand still within a radius of tens of miles. Yun Jixiang, who looks like a horse with a crooked neck, remembers it when he went up the mountain for the first time.

Ao Guang lowered the cloud head at the foot of the mountain, and the guards who followed all the way stayed where they were, watching Ao Guang go up the mountain with auspiciousness.

"...Didn't you say to find a way to get Jiumeng out of bed today?" Jixiang was a little unhappy. "Why do you have to go to school again?"

Ao Guang flicked his nose: "You are going to school. You have already arrived, do you want me to carry you up the mountain?"

Ji Xiang immediately tightened his grip on Ao Guangyi's collar, not letting go.

"Come down, take me to your master." Ao Guang said. "It would be very rude for you to tear my clothes so hard."

Even in the Dragon Palace, casual uniforms worn by the Dragon King can miraculously have a tall and straight effect.Ao Guang is very strict with himself, and he does not forget to teach auspiciousness all the time, and he must not lose his manners outside.

Although Jixiang often makes troubles, he listens to Ao Guang's words and slips obediently from Ao Guang's body.

"Why are you looking for a master?" Jixiang was already familiar with the way up the mountain, and would deviate from the path from time to time to bully the grass and stones on the side of the road.

Many things on Zhaoyao Mountain have auras, among which there is a kind of grass that is especially fun. After it rains, it will always transform into a fist-sized child to take a bath in a stone nest filled with water. One of the pastimes of auspicious commuting to and from school is Go and steal the neatly folded grass-green underpants of the little grass spirit and hang them on a short tree branch that he can't reach, and watch the naked little grass spirit crouch in the water and shout loudly.

Ao Guang gently squeezed Jixiang's hand, and brought him back to the mountain road: "Look for him to save Jiumeng."

Qinghua's identity is mysterious, and there are not many people who know about his little hobbies. Although Ao Guang also stayed in Zhaoyao Mountain, Bai Ze heard about the Jiuzhuan Resurrection Grass.

"If even Qinghua, the owner of the mountain, doesn't know the news about the Nine-Turn Return of the Soul, I'd rather believe that Di Ting heard it wrong." Bai Ze even said so.

Ao Guang and Qinghua did not have a deep friendship, and it was a chance to entrust Jixiang to him. At this time, Jixiang added some favors to this medicine-seeking.

Qinghua avoids the world, his temperament is not to say cold, but it is not easy to make friends with others. The only thing is that he is very good to his apprentices.

In layman's terms, Qinghua doesn't accept apprentices easily, but once accepted, he will definitely protect the calf.