"Junior Sister Forsythia, what are you looking at?"
"I'm watching them." In the tea room, Forsythia sat by the window, looking at the man downstairs who was bending over, waiting for the young girl to jump on his back, "Senior sister, if I tell the master, I don't want to be the real person of Zhongxi. People around you, will Master agree?"
The tea room was quiet, and the sisters looked at Forsythia worriedly: "Forsythia, Master will punish you."
"But they are doing well now." Forsythia showed a smile that she didn't even know about, "Seeing Fairy Konghou smiling carefree, I feel that if I destroy such a smile, my conscience will uneasy."
The other senior sisters got up and walked to the window. On the street downstairs, Fairy Konghou reached out and patted the back of the real Zhongxi, pulling his sleeves and whispering something like "No back, just kidding". A gentle smile appeared on the real face.
Anyone with eyes can see that the real Zhongxi has specially dressed up when he went out today, and the eyes of Fairy Konghou are full of admiration.
"I also think... they're pretty good." A younger junior sister whispered, "But Master's personality has become colder and colder in recent years. If you go against her wishes, expulsion from the teacher's door may be considered a small thing. Yes, I'm afraid that Master will abolish your cultivation, destroy your spiritual platform, and send you back to the mortal world." Thinking of this, she couldn't help shivering.
Forsythia's hand on the window lattice trembled slightly, and her face turned pale.
"I'm kidding with you, but you're really back." Konghou laughed out loud. She raised her head and saw the woman sitting by the window. She couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The smile on Kong Hou's face became even brighter, and the woman sitting by the window flushed and squeezed a smile towards her. This laugh is a little weird, like someone who doesn't laugh often, trying to make himself look more friendly.
Seeing such a smile, Konghou did not let himself show a surprised expression, but smiled more tenderly, and waved to the other party before pulling Huan Zong forward.
Looking at the girl's cheerful back, Forsythia chuckled softly.
"Forsythia?!" The nearest senior sister looked at her in horror, "What's wrong with you?"
Forsythia has been cultivated by her master to be neither sad nor happy since she was a child. They almost never saw her laugh happily, but now she burst out laughing, and they almost concealed their surprise.
"I..." The smile on Forsythia's face gradually disappeared, returning to her usual appearance, "It's nothing."
Those eyes were so beautiful, brighter than the brightest star in the night sky.
Huan Zong took Kong Hou to find the teahouse recorded in the documents, and when he was about to take her up, there was laughter from the side.
"A few pieces of stinky salted fish will also be sold for fifty spirit stones. Even at the foot of Peicheng, you can't make such a random price as you. Are we monks from other places who don't understand the market at all?"
"Brother, you should be glad that this is Peicheng, or else you would have been beaten up by someone who made such a random bid like you."
"Huh?" Konghou stopped and looked at the street vendor surrounded by a few monks. The vendor, with his hair tied in a wooden hairpin and in a loose grey robe, was sitting cross-legged beside a pile of salted fish.
"Don't buy it if you can't afford it." The vendor waved his hand, "Let's go."
"Hey!" Seeing the attitude of the vendor, a monk almost couldn't hold back his temper and was dragged away by his companion. At the feet of Glazed Light Sect, hitting someone would cause trouble.
"Uncle, why are you here?" Kong Hou squatted in front of the booth holding his face, "Didn't you open a shop in Yancheng?"
The stall owner raised his eyelids to look at Konghou. He still had an impression of Konghou, a "big customer" who bought a pair of dried salted fish. He raised his eyebrows and said, "There are many people in Peicheng, so I will join in the fun. There are few people with money and vision.”
Seeing that the robes on his body had been frayed and the skin on his face was cracked, he took out a handful of spirit stones and handed them to him: "I'll buy them."
After taking the Lingshi and counting, the stall owner picked out five fish from the salted fish pile: "Take it."
"Just five?" Konghou widened his eyes, "So much?"
"I've already given you the lowest cost price for the sake of the old customers." The stall owner pulled the cloth on the ground, tied all the salted fish in the cloth bag, got up and patted the dust on his body, "Little girl, nowadays there are so many people talking and knowing people and faces but not hearts, it's better for you not to walk around."
"Hey, wait a minute, uncle." Konghou took out a spirit fruit from the storage ring and threw it to the stall owner, "Your face is cracked, it's good to eat this."
Taking the spirit fruit, the stall owner glanced down, took it out from his body, and gave Konghou an extra salted fish: "Take it, I don't take advantage of others."
The salted fish didn't smell very good. Konghou reached out to catch it, stuffed the fish into the storage bag, and said with a smile, "Thank you."
With a wave of his hand, the stall owner walked towards the crowd. Standing behind Konghou, Huan Zong quietly watched him leave. After he merged into the crowd and could no longer be seen, he said to Konghou, "Let's go."
The dried salted fish that the vendor threw to Konghou just now is a kind of fish hidden at the bottom of the deep sea. Eating it can make people live longer. Even a monk who has failed to be promoted to the cultivation level and has reached the end of his lifespan can increase his lifespan by one Jiazi after eating it. Known as "Shou Xianyu", it is an extremely precious ingredient. He didn't know who this person was, but he didn't have any ill will towards Konghou, so he just thought he didn't know.
"It's not easy to be a businessman." Konghou used two cleansing techniques on his palm. "Where there are many people, you can run to where you are, and you will be scolded by people if you sell them expensively."
Huan Zong: "..."
"Huanzong, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?" Konghou found that Huanzong had not spoken.
"You're very reasonable, and I'm tacitly agreeing to your words."
For some reason, Konghou felt inexplicably that after Huan Zong was with her, it was like a god falling to the ground, and he became more and more like a mortal. He would even say such ridicule.
There were a lot of guests in the teahouse, so Huan Zong spent money to set up a small tearoom. While drinking tea, the two of them heard the love story of the scholar telling the story of grievance and hatred. Probably because the story of the big devil falling in love with the female cultivator of the righteous path is too old-fashioned, and the tea guests are not very interested, only twos and threes throw money on the table.
"I'll tell you another anecdote in the world of self-cultivation, the story of the real Zhongxi killing the five evil spirits by leaps and bounds."
"Please listen to the words, gentlemen, and say that Zhongxi is a real person, with outstanding talent, like a god descending to earth..."
What ordinary people like most is the story of a well-known and upright man defeating an evil cultivator, and everyone's emotions will soon be aroused. Seeing that more and more money was being rewarded on the stage, Mr. Storyteller even talked about the ugly behavior of several evil cultivators after being defeated, which made the tea patrons laugh, and the whole teahouse became lively.
"Is this all true?" Konghou peeled off the dried fruit in his hand, "When you were a hundred years old, you killed five evil cultivators by step?"
Huan Zong shook his head: "It's been too long, I don't remember."
Kong Hou was stunned when he heard the words, then he lay on the table and laughed softly. With Huan Zong's character, it was normal not to remember.
Seeing her smiling happily, Huan Zong shook his head helplessly and sighed, but this made Konghou laugh even louder.
"Mr. Storyteller's story about Zhong Xi's real life, if the fellow Daoist next to him doesn't agree, why make fun of him?" A man's voice came from the tea room next door, Kong Hou went to investigate and found that there should be three people next door.
Near the start of the exchange meeting, Konghou didn't want to cause trouble, so he said, "Fellow Daoist misunderstood, I'm just joking with my friends, and I don't mean to make fun of the real person Zhongxi." She glanced at Huan Zong, and you caused it again.
Huan Zong imitated her usual appearance and blinked innocently, but he was good-looking, and this expression did not violate the slightest.
"Fellow Daoist smiled without any scruples, and now when someone asks, does it say that it has nothing to do with Master Zhongxi?" However, the man next door did not want to let go of Konghou, and his tone was a bit aggressive, "The girl wants to come and is also a cultivator. , don't you understand what respect is?"
"I understand very well, but I don't know if Youming doesn't understand?" Konghou's tone remained unchanged, "Daoist friend thought a lot."
The next door didn't speak, Konghou thought that the other party had given up, but there was a knock on the door. She glanced at the door, but said nothing. Huan Zong waved his sleeves with a cold face, the door opened automatically, and standing outside the door were three young monks, two men and one woman.
The bone age of the three of them seemed to be no more than fifty years old, and the young son at the head was extravagant, like a child who was pampered and grown up, with obvious displeasure on his face. He looked at Konghou who was sitting at the table, he didn't seem to have expected such a beautiful girl, although the anger on his face had not dissipated, but it was not so obvious: "It's half noon, the disciple of Biyumen, Daoist friend is polite. ."
Biyumen
Among the top ten sects, the Biyu Sect is among them, but like Yunhua Sect, their presence is not too high. In addition, they are located on the west side of the mountain range that is covered with snow all year round, so they do not communicate with the other nine sects. many.
"It turned out to be fellow Daoist Biyumen." Konghou got up and returned a salute.
"Seeing that the fairy has an extraordinary bearing and comes from a large sect, why are you so rude to the real person Zhong Xi?" The female cultivator standing behind Banwu couldn't wait to open her mouth and said, "The ability of the real person Zhong Xi is something you can make fun of? "
Only then did Konghou understand that these three were all admirers of Huan Zong. She glanced at Huan Zong with a half-smile but not a smile: "This fairy said yes."
This attitude of the other party made it difficult for the three disciples of Biyumen to have another attack. The three of you looked at me and I looked at you. I always felt that this matter was like a fist hitting cotton, which was both powerless and embarrassing.
"Everyone thinks too much, Master Zhongxi doesn't care what others think of him. We two are drinking tea here, and we don't want to be disturbed. The three of you please come back." Look at the three disciples of Biyumen.
"I'm sorry, I was the one who was reckless." I had no intention to provoke them in the middle of noon, and came over to investigate with a cheeky face. I also wanted to know whether it was a cultivator who dared to laugh at the real person Zhong Xi in Peicheng, or a cultivator played by Xie Xiu. In his cognition, apart from evil cultivators in the entire cultivation world, no one would laugh at the real person Zhong Xi.
It's a pity that he obviously guessed wrong, this person who doesn't have enough respect for the real person Zhong Xi is really just an ordinary female cultivator.
"You're not the real person Zhongxi, why do you say you don't care for him?" The little junior sister at half noon was a little unhappy. They grew up listening to the legend of the real person Zhongxi. When storytellers talk about the heroic deeds of real Zhong Xi, they can't stand the ridicule of others.
"The next is Zhong Xi, a disciple of the Glazed Light Sect."