"Sect Master Jinyue, if you don't want to." Hong Yan stood up and sneered, "The rest don't need to be concerned by Sect Master Jinyue."
When she passed by Huan Zong, she stopped: "If you are with the girl you like, it may damage your cultivation base and prevent you from ascending. Are you willing?"
"With her, you will be happy and ascend. If you don't have her, what's the point of ascending or not?" Huan Zong saluted: "The real person's kindness is appreciated by the younger generation, but the younger generation cannot accept it."
Hong Yan saw his eyes change several times, like anger, regret and emotion. She turned her head and said lightly: "Think about it again, and come to me if you regret it."
"Junior will not regret it." Huan Zong answered slowly, not like a young man who was eager to make an oath, but more like a choice made after thinking twice.
Hong Yan ignored him and walked out of the hall. Outside the main hall, the silver moonlight shone all over the place, and a person stood outside for an unknown time. His shiny forehead reflected the faint moonlight.
Seeing Hongyan coming out, he raised his head: "Really Hongyan."
"It's even deeper, why is the master still here?" Hong Yan stepped down, and the red robes fluttered in the night wind, so bright and lonely.
"The poor monk is waiting for the real person to come out." Master Yuanchen didn't care about Hong Yan's indifference, he followed behind Hong Yan, "The real person, although the destiny is destined, there are times when life changes. Not sure about moving.”
The real person Hongyan walked forward slowly, without speaking for a long time. Just when Yuanchen thought she would not make a sound, Hong Yan said: "Zhongxi's life is related to the Dao of Heaven. When I deduced his life, my brother and I spent more than ten years in retreat before we recovered. Such a person. , how can one's fate be easily changed?"
"Maybe the problem is not Zhongxi, but our entire cultivation world." Hong Yan raised his head and looked at the moonlit night sky, "The way of heaven will not give us another chance to soar in the cultivation world, and it is useless for us to struggle."
"Have you ever thought about the birth of someone with a similar fate to the real person Zhong Xi?" Yuan Chen lowered his eyes, still looking like a benevolent brow.
"Let's not say that such a person is rare in a thousand years. It is said that the destiny of people is weak in childhood and easy to die. If there is such a person, it is impossible for us in the entire cultivation world to not notice." Indifferent, "If the destiny is so easy to change, what is the destiny called?"
Yuanchen hesitated to speak, he looked at Hongchen for a long time: "Real man Hongchen, back then..."
"It's getting late at night." Hong Chen has a pair of cold eyes, and she looked at Yuan Chen with ice that couldn't be dissolved, "Master, farewell."
Yuanchen folded his hands together: "Please."
Hong Yan returned to the guest house and saw that several apprentices were still waiting for her in the courtyard: "If I return late in the future, you don't have to wait for me, rest early."
"Yes." Seeing this, several apprentices retreated.
Forsythia, who was walking at the back, looked at the frost-faced master, plucked up the courage to stop, turned to look at Hong Yan, and said to her: "Master, there is something I want to tell Master."
"I'll talk about it tomorrow." Hong Yan frowned slightly, "Go back."
"Yes..." The courage she gathered up disappeared without a trace under Hong Yan's indifferent eyes. She bowed her head and stepped back, her palms full of chills.
On Ming Jianfeng, when Konghou was sitting on the boulder, he lowered his head and counted the spiritual stones in the bag, but no matter how he counted, there were only a few hundred in it. Therefore, Huan Zong, who is covered in treasures, why would he specially give her such a small amount of spiritual stones
When Huanzong came back, he saw Konghou was counting the spirit stones with his head down, his serious appearance was so cute that Huanzong's heart softened.
"Are you back?" Konghou raised his head, looked at him with a smile, and patted the open space beside him, "Come and sit."
Huan Zong got off the flying sword and sat down like Konghou. "The exchange meeting will officially start the day after tomorrow. I will take you to Peicheng tomorrow."
"Okay." Konghou nodded, took the purse in his hand and shook it in front of Huan Zong, "Why did you give me these spirit stones."
"These spirit stones..." Huan Zong laughed, "For me, they are quite special."
Hearing that it had a special meaning, Konghou put away the bag without thinking about it: "Then I have to put it away."
Seeing her like this, Huan Zong laughed, leaned over and stole a kiss on her face.
Kong Hou covered his face, his cheeks were slightly red, and buried his head in Huan Zong's arms.
The night is just right, and a beautiful man is accompanied by a beautiful man.
He sent Konghou, who was in a daze, back to the house, and when he came out, he met Wuchuan.
Wu Chuan glanced at the yard where Konghou was, and then looked at Huan Zong who came out of the yard, turned his head silently, and turned around and left as if he didn't see anything. His footsteps were getting faster and faster, and he soon disappeared from Huan Zong's sight.
Huan Zong: "..."
He returned to his yard, and Lin Hu, who had been waiting for a long time, handed him a stack of papers: "Sir, all the shops and streets in Peicheng are here, you can take it and take a look." Which one is the detailed information? The dishes are delicious, and which jewelry is the most innovative, they are all summed up.
"Thank you." Huan Zong took the paper with the scent of ink and entered the room.
Looking at Huan Zong's back, Lin Hu finally understood why he was so worried about following the young master for hundreds of years, because it was all for the sake of tossing him better in the future.
All the tossing saved over the years has been spent in the past two years.
When he woke up the next morning, Konghou was still a little confused. When did she sleep last night? After washing up and getting dressed, I went out. I saw several brothers and sisters huddled behind the door, looking like they were watching the excitement. I couldn't help but speed up.
Today's Huanzong is a little different from the past. In the past, Huanzong always wore plain white. Today, although he still wears a light-colored robe, his clothes have gorgeous embroidery patterns. .
Konghou trotted forward and walked up to him, whispering, "Did you wait for a long time?"
"No, I just came out." Huan Zong held her hand, "It's still early, don't rush."
Konghou laughed softly and whispered in Huan Zong's ear, "The clothes you are wearing today are very beautiful."
Huan Zong's eyes became warmer: "You can do it if you like."
The Yunhuamen disciple hiding behind the door was in a complicated mood.
"Both of them are like this, and the younger sister still insists that they are good friends, really..." Linghui clicked her tongue out, "Zhongxi is such an outstanding person, and she is dressed in gorgeous clothes, who doesn't know when you go shopping in the city today. The love between the two of them?"
"Yes." Li Rou nodded and said, "Uncle Linghui, I also think that the real person Zhongxi has specially dressed up today."
"Men." Linghui shook her head and sighed, "No matter how high a man's cultivation base is and how cold his personality is, he will start dressing up in front of the woman he likes. It's human nature."
"You know a lot." Li Rou looked at Linghui with admiration.
Linghui: "Where is it?"
They are all well taught.
Peicheng, a place rich in spiritual energy, some wealthy loose cultivators will try their best to buy real estate in Peicheng and get the household registration of Peicheng. This is a holy place for cultivation and a symbol of identity.
When the loose cultivators gathered together and talked about where they came from, they seemed to have a bit of confidence when they mentioned Peicheng.
There is no need to describe the prosperity of Peicheng. Konghou and Huan Zong walked side by side on the street. Listening to the voices around him, he couldn't help but say, "Huan Zong, let's find a place to sit first?"
"Okay." Huan Zong held her hand and looked around. According to the information Lin Hu gave him, there was a teahouse nearby, where storytellers could tell simple stories in a fun way.
After walking for two steps, he saw a sign hanging at the entrance of the study next to him, which read, ""Xianxingxiangsheng" has been sold out, please wait for the next batch."
"Miao Pike's book has finally been liked by many people." Konghou said in a cheerful voice, "It's really good." After she came to the world of comprehension, Miao Pike's book gave her a lot of inspiration, but it's a pity that he wrote a book of words. Always sell poorly. Now that he was finally welcomed, Konghou felt indescribably happy.
For her, Miaobike was a friend she had never seen before, who accompanied her growing up and accompanied her panicked heart when she first came to the world of self-cultivation.
"Mother, I want that." There is a woodcarving booth not far away, with a lot of little dolls carved on it, all of them naive, surrounded by many children.
Konghou couldn't help but glanced at the stall several times. She remembered that a certain daughter of Emperor Jinghong had a lot of such exquisite dolls. When she was a child, she envied them for a long time, and secretly pinched several dolls with mud and placed them on the windowsill.
It's a pity that those dolls are not only ugly, they will dry and crack after being exposed to the sun. They can't have good-looking facial features on their faces, and they can't be dressed in beautiful little clothes.
Huan Zong let go of Konghou's hand, walked to the stall, bent down among the group of children, chose a few of the most delicate dolls, and bought many sets of small clothes.
When the stall owner saw that Huan Zong was dressed in an extraordinary fashion, he collected money to please him and said, "Young Master also bought it for the jewel in the palm of your hand? Don't worry, these clothes are made of the finest fabrics, and Lingyuan must like it very much."
"Pearl of the palm..." Huan Zong looked back at Konghou, who was still waiting for him on the street, his eyes were full of tenderness, "It is indeed the pearl of my palm."
Holding the purchased doll, he walked to Konghou's side and put the box containing the doll in her hand: "Let's go, my jewel in the palm of your hand."
Konghou held the box, blinked his sour eyes, and teased, "Dad, where is my mother?" She heard the words of Huan Zong and the hawker clearly, what is the pearl in the palm of your hand? Could it be that he gave birth to him?
"Your mother is in my eyes." Huan Zong looked at her tenderly.
Konghou saw his own clear figure in his pupils. She snorted softly: "Take advantage of me."
"Konghou is my pearl, and my sweetheart." Huan Zong's eyes were filled with a little smile, "You are not my pearl, who is?"
She stared blankly at the man in front of her. Konghou held the wooden box tightly. She seemed to be back when she was young. She rolled up her sleeves and secretly hid in the yard holding a clay doll. Suddenly, a golden doll emerged from the mud and greeted her. Said he was going home with her.
"I understand." She closed her eyes, smiling like a flower, "Dad Huan Zong, your Pearl has to be hugged and held high, or you won't leave."
She was joking, but Huan Zong really bent down and said to her, "Come on, come up."
There are noisy crowds and dusty streets. But the handsome man's bent waist made her forget everything.