Seeing a judge about to enter the honor building, Xu Zhiqiong desperately tried to stand up, but his body was as hard as a stone and he couldn't move at all.
The judge entered the honor building drunkenly, took the voucher, and slapped it on the stone platform.
Xu Zhiqiong's perspective was backlit and he couldn't clearly see the judge's appearance, but judging from the sound of footsteps and the smell of alcohol all over his body, he was very drunk and it seemed that he hadn't seen him yet.
The judge really didn't see him. He took down more than twenty merit medals from the stone platform and drank it with a sip of wine.
After finishing his drink, the judge hummed a ditty and staggered out of the honor building.
"My sister walked into the woods, and my brother lost his soul with joy. He stood up but was afraid of being seen, and lay down because he was afraid of stabbing someone..."
Xu Zhiqiong is familiar with this vulgar tune.
This voice is also somewhat familiar.
It seems to be Qian Limu, the sixth-grade judge.
He is a good man. He taught me a lot last time and even gave me wine to drink.
Ask him to help me?
Watching the drunk man gradually go away, Xu Zhiqiong never spoke.
He wasn't sure if it was Qian Limu.
Even if it is really Qian Limu, the other party may not always be kind to him.
Xu Zhiqiong held his breath and concentrated, quietly waiting for his body to recover.
He could clearly feel the power surging in his body, and this power was reflected in the ability to have "Xiang".
Now whenever he thinks about Xia Hu, Xia Hu's figure will clearly appear before his eyes.
As long as he thinks about Xia Hu without clothes...
The overall outline is okay, but I can’t say the details. After all, he hasn’t seen it.
After a while, the force rolled more and more violently, but the body was still stiff.
It feels like there are nails nailing my joints, but they are slightly looser than when I first took the merit.
Try moving your knees first, then your elbows.
It's very tight, but it does allow for a little movement.
After a while, my ankles could move, my shoulders could move, and my elbows and wrists could move, but only with difficulty.
Xu Zhiqiong wanted to stand up, but suddenly he heard an old voice appear behind him: "Are you going to be promoted from the ninth grade to the middle school?"
When did this person come in?
Xu Zhiqiong couldn't smell the smell of alcohol. This man was not the drunkard just now.
The man leaned into Xu Zhiqiong's ear and said: "You are too impatient. You just eat your merits in the Hall of Appreciation of Honors, and you dare to be promoted to the middle rank without finding a proper place? Fortunately, you met me. For the sake of being in the same sect,
I'll help you. You spread your body, flatten it, and don't move."
Spread your body?
If it can be unfolded, why should I stay here?
The man kept groping Xu Zhiqiong's body, and Xu Zhiqiong was sweating.
He is planning a trick: the image originates from the Ren channel, and the intention emerges from the Chong channel.
Unexpectedly, the meridians are as stiff as the body, and the concrete power is very strong, but the Ren channel has no induction, and the skills cannot be used.
After the man groped around, he touched in front of him again: "Come on, little brother, listen to me and flatten your body. Once your breath is clear, your body will be able to move."
Damn it, he wanted to take something from my arms,
There are twenty-eight meritorious deeds in my arms!
The man turned Xu Zhiqiong's body over, and Xu Zhiqiong finally saw what he looked like.
This guy has a mask on his face, a stooped figure, and gray hair. He should be an experienced judge.
Xu Zhiqiong guessed correctly. This man was also a ninth-grade judge. He had a cultivation level among the ninth-grade. He was an absolute veteran.
This old judge is over eighty years old. His body and bones are useless, and his brain is useless. He can't earn any merit, but he wants to earn more life, because if he improves his first level of cultivation, he can gain three points more life.
He often looks for judges who have just entered the ranks, and secretly cheats from them, making two golden beans to survive.
Xunxun Tower was the place he visited most often, and he gained the most here. He knew that Xu Zhiqiong must have meritorious deeds.
Xu Zhiqiong needed twenty-one merit points to be promoted to the middle of the ninth rank, but there was no such coincidence that he earned exactly twenty-one merit points.
Anyone who is preparing for promotion must have a surplus in his hands. This old judge has noticed this and has succeeded several times in the Hall of Appreciation of Honors.
The meritorious service was held in Xu Zhiqiong's left hand, and the old judge had already seen the golden light between his fingers.
"Little brother, what kind of good thing is this? If you let me take a look at it, I will take a look at it. I will definitely not take it from you, so what if I take it from you? I'm so old, shouldn't you give me some?"
The old judge forcefully broke Xu Zhiqiong's hand, but Xu Zhiqiong held on tightly, and his right hand touched the firewood stick at his waist.
This was originally reserved for Feng Shaoqing, but I'm afraid I'm going to take advantage of this old guy today.
But the question is how to hit this stick?
My hands and feet are weak, so when I stood up, took aim, and hit him with a stick, the possibility of hitting him was completely zero.
I have to find a good opportunity, the most suitable opportunity for me to take action.
They were all in the ninth grade. The old judge's strength was not very strong to begin with. Coupled with his old age and frailty, Xu Zhiqiong's hand could not move at all after being broken for a long time.
The old judge was angry.
"You won't give it? You won't give it, right!" The old judge stood up and kicked Xu Zhiqiong twice in the chest, and Xu Zhiqiong shouldered it.
"Let's see how hard you can get!" The old judge raised his foot again, intending to step on Xu Zhiqiong's face, "Yellow-haired boy, you are still young, I will let you know what pain is!"
This is a punishment for evildoers, and he dare not make a killing move.
He just wants to defeat Xu Zhiqiong and take away the meritorious service.
Stomping on a person's face can quickly destroy a person's dignity. Without dignity, people will soon choose to surrender.
But if you want to step on your face, you have to raise your feet.
With his feet raised, Xu Zhiqiong's opportunity came.
He rolled forward and bumped into the old judge's landing foot.
Because only one foot touched the ground, the old judge staggered and fell to the ground.
The purpose was to make him fall down. If he fell down, Xu Zhiqiong would not have to stand up.
Xu Zhiqiong forcibly twisted the stiff joints, pulled out the firewood stick from behind, and hit the old judge on the back of the head with the stick.
This matchstick was very hard and hit very accurately. The old judge's head was bleeding.
It's a pity that Xu Zhiqiong's joints were not working properly, so he couldn't fully exert his strength this time and couldn't kill the old guy.
The old judge touched the back of his head and gritted his teeth and said: "You bastard, you have done such a dirty trick to my old man. I think your parents didn't discipline you well. Let me teach you the rules of respecting the elderly."
The old judge put his palms together and created two balls of flame. This was his innate skill.
Two balls of flame flew up and down in his palms, and the old judge slapped Xu Zhiqiong's face with both palms.
Xu Zhiqiong rolled back and forth around the stone platform to dodge, with the old judge chasing after him with two balls of fire.
To be honest, this old judge's natural skills are not very good. If Xu Zhiqiong was not in a special situation, he would have taken this old guy away long ago.
After rolling dozens of times, Xu Zhiqiong felt that his joints were loosened a lot, and his Renmai gradually began to feel. Xu Zhiqiong was ready to find an opportunity to get up and have a good fight with this old guy.
Unexpectedly, the old judge had a backhand. He rubbed his hands together and created a fireball bigger than a stone mill.
The fireball flew towards Xu Zhiqiong, and Xu Zhiqiong rolled to dodge. The old judge rushed over from the other direction, one after another with the fireball, forming a containment.
It was impossible for Xu Zhiqiong to hit the fireball. He could only hit the old judge. Ren Mai had already sensed it. As long as there was physical contact, Xu Zhiqiong could squeeze him dry.
Unexpectedly, the old judge rubbed his hands again and produced two fire snakes, which rushed towards Xu Zhiqiong.
He made sure to use fire to burn it, and did not give Xu Zhiqiong a chance to get close to him.
Seeing the fireball and the fire snake approaching together, Xu Zhiqiong was in a dilemma. The fireball and the fire snake were not very fast. Normally, he could easily avoid them, but now he couldn't even stand up.
Just as he was thinking about how to dodge, a gust of wind suddenly came and blew away the fireball and the fire snake.
The strong wind carried the smell of alcohol. The old judge turned his head tremblingly, forced a smile on his face and said: "Qian Zhonglang, you are here."
The drunkard came back, and it turned out to be Qian Limu.
Qian Limu patted the old judge's old face from behind and said with a smile: "Old man, you're here to knock out the bone marrow again."
"No, no," the old judge waved his hands repeatedly, "This little brother is rushing to the middle section. I see that he can't bear the pain, so I want to help him."
Qian Limu nodded and smiled: "You don't need to help him. This little brother is my friend. I just help him."
The old judge nodded repeatedly and said: "Since the rich man has taken action, I will no longer be meddlesome. Farewell, farewell!"
The old judge was about to leave when he saw Xu Zhiqiong standing up staggeringly with a stick in hand.
"Hold on!" Xu Zhiqiong pointed at the old judge with a stick, "I have something to ask you."
Qian Limu said from the side: "Little brother, don't blame me for not reminding you. This is the punishment department. This old man couldn't help but beat him and killed someone. Things will be difficult to handle. We judges are most afraid of killing each other.
You should think carefully before taking action."
The old judge said hurriedly: "What Qian Zhonglang said is, if you still beat me at my age, can you do it?"
Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said, "I can't do it."
After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked the old judge down.
If you can't move your hands, it's no problem to move your feet.
The question is, what benefits can I get from beating you to death?
Xu Zhiqiong said in a calm tone: "You just kicked me twice, and I'll give you another kick. It's an advantage for you."
The old judge gasped: "You, you hit me with a stick..."
Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and added another kick: "Is it even now?"
The old judge gritted his teeth and did not dare to say anything.
Xu Zhiqiong said: "I ask you something, and you answer it honestly, what is your name?"
The old judge said: "This, this is not convenient to say..."
Xu Zhiqiong raised the firewood stick, and the old judge trembled: "My name is Sun Junfu."
"How old are you?"
"Eighty to two."
"How many years have you been a judge?"
"I can't remember exactly the year and month. It was more than forty years ago."
In more than forty years, he has not been promoted to the eighth level, but this old guy has devoted all his energy to mischief.
Seeing that his chest was slightly bulging, Xu Zhiqiong asked: "What's in your clothes?"
Sun Junfu smiled and said: "It's cold, so I put on an extra layer of clothes, but there's nothing underneath."
"Take it out and let me take a look." Xu Zhiqiong took a step forward. "I just want to take a look. I don't want yours."
"Really, really not..."
"I really don't want yours, so what can I do if I do? You're already your age, so if you eat it, it's a waste!"
"me……"
Xu Zhiqiong raised the firewood stick and said, "You won't give it, right?"
Sun Junfu sobbed twice, took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Xu Zhiqiong. There were seventeen merits in it, which he had worked hard to grab.
Qian Limu was beside himself with laughter. Sun Junfu had spent half his life robbing others of their merits, but he never thought that one day he himself would be robbing him.
This little brother looks innocent, but he is also a ruthless person who must avenge himself.
In any other place, Xu Zhiqiong would have really beaten Sun Junfu, but Qian Limu was right, this was the punishment department, and beating this old guy to death would really get him into trouble.
Xu Zhiqiong let Sun Junfu go and dedicated the eighteen merits to Qian Limu.
Qian Limu was stunned: "You will give me the meritorious service you stole?"
Xu Zhiqiong thought about it and felt it was inappropriate, so he put away the eighteen merits, counted eighteen more from his own merits, and gave them to Qian Limu: "These merits are good."
Qian Limu smiled and sighed: "It's good if you have this intention. Just keep it to yourself. I'm worthy of this merit. The lower section has been promoted to the middle section. It's a completely different person. Let's sit somewhere else and I'll help you get through this."