The backyard of the palace, the second floor of the three-story building where Ji thief lived.

Ji thief, Xiao Cangjie, and Tushan are sitting here.

One level up is where the snow lives.

Also in order to prevent the shameless things like Usma's eavesdropping on the wall from happening again, the thief put the residence on the third floor.

As for the second floor, of course it can be regarded as the private house of Ji thief.

Generally, no one will come over here, nor can they come in. Basically, when Ji thief wants to meet someone privately, he can always be on the first floor.

As for the second level, since the thief moved here, no person in charge has come in yet.

You can think of it this way. The third time is the bedroom, the second floor is the study, and the first floor is the living room.

Anything can basically be solved in the living room.

Those who can enter the study are regarded as the most important people.

Except for Xiao Cangjie, none of the Lihuo tribe has ever achieved this kind of glory.

Xiao Cangjie sat here awkwardly, his **** touched one side of the chair, nervous and restrained.

The lights were brightly lit, and the thief Ji sat there and looked around.

Cangjie, that's Cangjie.

The legendary character-making saint.

It is because of him that the Yanxia culture has only survived.

Ji Zei couldn't imagine that such a saint was sitting face to face with him at this time.

Moreover, he called his patriarch for a long time.

The hateful thing is that I don't even know.

Tushan sent over the stone slabs for everyone to practice calligraphy. Ji Zei took it in his hand and took a glance. The more he looked at it, the more beautiful the patterns marked under the text became.

The more I look at it, the more I am surprised.

Gently put down the slate, Ji Zei pursed his lips and said, "Xiao Cangjie."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Cangjie stood up and knelt on the ground to admit his mistake.

Ji thief also quickly got up and knelt to help: "Get up, get up quickly."

His action made Xiao Cangjie even more panic, and he just couldn't afford to say anything.

Ji thief is almost crying, damn, brother, you are a saint who makes characters. As soon as I cross the diaosi, the saint knelt down, I am going to die early.

How old Qin Qiong's hero was at the time was to let Tang Gaozu Li Yuan lead his family to kowtow to the spiritual position. The kowtow Qin Erye was a magnificent horse, and no big hero could hold this.

What's more, he is not a hero yet.

"Get up quickly." Ji Thief said in a panic.

Xiao Cangjie was obviously nervous to the extreme, thinking that Ji thief was going to blame himself, and refused to say anything.

Ji Thief can't help it: "Brother, I beg you, get up soon."

However, the more Ji Thief said so, the more frightened Xiao Cangjie became.

In the end, Ji thief gritted his teeth: "I order you as the patriarch, get up quickly!"

At the end of this sentence, Xiao Cangjie was stunned first, then quickly patted his pants and stood up.

Ji Zei breathed a sigh of relief, and said to his heart that he was kneeling for three to five minutes just now, which would cost him three to five years.

This doesn't count as being kneeled before without knowing it. Damn, this counts as if I won't live long.

Thinking of this, Ji Thief's face turned green.

"Ahem, what about Xiao Cangjie, alas, don't kneel, sit down first." Ji Zei shouted, seeing Xiao Cangjie starting to move again, so he hurriedly screamed.

Xiao Cangjie blinked, his face, who was born with twin pupils, was filled with confusion.

Ji Zei coughed, alleviating the current embarrassment, and asked: "You invented these patterns yourself?"

Ji Zei pointed to the stone slab and asked.

Xiao Cangjie nodded blankly.

Ji Thief took a deep breath. Although he already knew the answer, the person who spoke out of it himself made Ji Thief's heart beat faster.

In the past, when he defeated Black Mountain, defeated Qingfeng, when he took care of A Jie, even when he got married a few days ago, Ji Zei was not so excited.

But when facing the seven or eight year old child in front of him, Ji Zei had to get excited.

Good guy, that's Cangjie, the saint whose name is written in history books.

Not to mention, before the thief crossed, he went to the Huangdi Temple to see the statue of Cangjie. Well, except for the feature of double pupil, the others are not very similar.

"Can you continue to invent these patterns?" Ji Zei stopped his excitement and asked again.

Xiao Cangjie said: "Continue to invent?"

The thief nodded: "Yes, continue to invent."

"Master Patriarch, don't you blame me?"

"Brother, don't call the patriarch, just call me Xiaoji."

Next to Tushan looked at the thief strangely, and said that the patriarch is not sick, why is he talking so strange today?

How dare Xiao Cangjie call Ji Thief that way? After a daze, he cried with a wow: "Clan, Master Patriarch, I'm sorry, I was wrong, it was all my mistake, I shouldn't make these patterns."

Ji thief: "···"

This···

"Then you don't cry, really, don't cry big brother, I have no malice, and I don't mean to blame you. I just want to say if you can continue to make it, and then promote it around the people, really, oh you see you "Ji thief panicked, so that he was a little uncomfortable in his words, and the preface was not a follow-up.

After abandoning a lot of energy, Ji Thief managed to persuade Xiao Cangjie.

Immediately, Xiao Cangjie blinked and looked at Ji thief: "Clan, patriarch, you, what you said is true?"

Ji Thief hid, and subconsciously said: "Look at you, why doesn't this kid believe me? No, it's big brother, big brother."

The word "big brother" fell, and Xiao Cangjie's eyes were filled with tears again.

Ji thief: "···"

Forget it, it was a while to toss, until Ji Zei directly called Xiao Cangjie's name, he stopped his tears, although he was still a little nervous, it was not like the behavior of crying when he saw Ji Zei at first.

After chatting with Xiao Cangjie for a while, Ji thief calmed down his attitude as much as possible, so that he didn't look so scary.

Speaking of it, Ji Zei's eloquence is still good, no, after leaving behind the emotion of respect for the saint, Ji Zei's conversation box opened, and between the words, he could make Xiao Cangjie laugh.

Smile is the most contagious expression.

Invisible, the two people's small talk has drawn some distance.

Although Ji Thief was still a little restrained in the process, Xiao Cangjie was still a little nervous, but compared to the two people kneeling at every turn at the beginning, it was much better.

After talking for an hour, Ji Zei asked Tushan to find a new room directly in the backyard of the palace and let Xiao Cangjie live alone.

Hearing this news, Xiao Cangjie was almost not scared to death.

He panicked and waved his hand: "No, no, patriarch, the palace is your residence, how can I live. No, no, no."

Ji Thief deliberately put on a serious face: "Why not? This is an order, don't you listen to my patriarch's order?"

After some discussion, Ji thief basically figured out Xiao Cangjie's temper, as long as he took out the patriarch's shelf, Xiao Cangjie must have nothing to say.

For the first time in his life, Ji Thief felt how true and cool is the famous saying of crushing people to death at the first level of officials. Even the future saints can't avoid vulgarity.

Not to mention, Ji thief is not a big one to Xiao Cangjie.

Let's put it this way, the Lihuo tribe is currently divided into five levels.

Needless to say, the biggest one is the thief, and then the person in charge, the deputy of each department, the captain of each department, and the ordinary people.

Xiao Cangjie is in the ordinary tribe, facing Ji thief, one is the biggest and the other is the smallest. What else can he do besides following orders?

Tushan listened to Ji Thief's order to arrange Xiao Cangjie's residence. Under Ji Thief's instruction, Tushan specifically chose a room close to Ji Thief's residence.

After getting ready, Ji Zei personally sent Xiao Cangjie back. After some care and care, Ji Zei returned to the room where he talked with Xiao Cangjie on the second floor.

After sitting down, Ji Thief picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of hot water with a sigh, and continued to chuckle, his face already filled with joy.

Tushan didn't know why Ji Thief was so excited, so he asked Ji Thief, "Master Patriarch, why are you so happy? Is it because of the child named Cangjie?"

Ji thief laughed: "That's not so, Tushan, let me tell you that. With him, the popularization of our tribe's writing is no problem. Moreover, I also told you that our tribe will have With him, the process of becoming more prosperous and becoming the strongest will be at least twenty years ahead of schedule. Why do you say I am so happy? Huh?"

Tushan blinked, a little dazed.