When the two peak masters in the sect went out, Wang Tong, the peak master who stayed behind the mountain gate, would go down the mountain every once in a while to patrol, lest the evil cultivators pretend to be ordinary people, mingle in the crowd, and let ordinary people suffer.
Some monks who need to pass over Yongcheng will come down to play in Yongcheng for two days. It's not that they don't have self-control, it's just that Yongcheng has too many delicious and fun things, and he always feels that they are flying over from above, and they still don't come down to eat and drink, it's like a loss.
Some monks who are familiar with Wangtong and have the same seniority see him with his disciples out on patrol, they will smile and say congratulations twice, and they will say good things in their mouths. Wangtong was secretly suspicious in his heart. Regarding the promotion of Konghou to the Nascent Soul cultivation level, although he received the Feixun Talisman from Uncle Qiushuang, he knew what was going on, but the people outside should not know why they came to follow him. He said congratulations
Secretly suspicious in his heart, Wangtong has always been a jerk. He giggled and dealt with it a few times. After returning to the sect, he found the sect master Hengyan and talked about it.
"Perhaps it's because of our Yunhuamen's good performance this time?" Heng Yan's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, blowing his eyelids and not forgetting, "This time, Master Qiu Shuang personally led the team, and Pei also Huai and Qing Yuan helped out, and Wu Chuan also followed, the disciples below will definitely not dare to be as lazy as before..."
"But isn't this spell competition canceled?" The doubts in Wangtong's heart persisted, even if their Yunhuamen disciples were no longer lazy, how wonderful their performance would be at the Dao Discussion Conference.
"Cough, who knows, wait until they come back to find out what's going on." Heng Yan put down the teacup and looked at Wangtong tentatively, "Since everyone is saying congratulations to you, it means that something good happened, dont you agree?"
Wangtong pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true." After he finished speaking, he frowned, "The real person Hongyan died, and Kong Hou's cultivation has suddenly been greatly improved..."
"Senior brother, I feel a little uneasy in my heart. I always feel that something big is about to happen."
Hengyan could only hold up the teacup and take a sip of water, expressing in silence that he knew nothing about everything.
"Liuguangzong is really kind. Help us to hide Konghou's affairs." Wangtong remembered that his apprentice had some kind of affection for Zhongxi Zhenren, but Zhongxi Zhenren treated her as a junior sister, and couldn't help feeling distressed for his apprentice. , "Although I don't like that real Zhongxi very much."
Almost knocking over the teacup in his hand, Hengyan couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with the real person Zhongxi?"
"There's nothing wrong, maybe the characters don't fit well." Wangtong said where his apprentice's thoughtfulness was, and waved his hand, "But no matter what, this person's character is beyond doubt."
Heng Yan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the younger brother's impression of the real person Zhong Xi had not fallen to the bottom.
After two days and one night in the Fei Palace, Huan Zong found that apart from Wuchuan, no other disciples got up early to practice swordsmanship, but when passing through some very characteristic towns, Yunhuamen disciples ran to taste the food and buy things, as if General travel.
"Konghou, among the disciples of your sect, only fellow Daoist Wuchuan practiced swordsmanship?" Huan sect saw that Fei Gong had landed in a strange town again, and knew that the Yunhuamen disciples were going to buy something again. He got off the boat behind everyone, and couldn't help but ask the question in his heart.
"No, many of the fellows are sword cultivators." Konghou carried a few spirit fruits in his arms, and chose two to share with Huan Zong and Lin Hu.
Huan Zong: "..."
As a sword cultivator, it is too casual to be able not to practice swords.
"Everyone has worked hard for such a long time, it's better to relax." Konghou guessed what Huan Zong was wondering, she turned to look at Huan Zong and Lin Hu, "You disciples of the Glazed Light School are good at everything, just push yourself to the limit. It's too tight. Let's go, I'll take you to the city to play. I heard that there are a lot of fun things in this city, so don't miss it."
Cocktail parties, art exhibitions, singing parties, music and dance troupes, as well as all kinds of horse racing and cockfighting that are popular among ordinary people, have been brought into full play in this city.
Taking Huan Zong and Lin Hu to experience the entertainment methods of ordinary people, Konghou plans to take them to the evening music and dance troupe.
"Huanzong, your immortal clothes are too inappropriate." Konghou found an inn, entered the room, grabbed Huanzong's hand, and swept his consciousness into Huanzong's storage ring. The storage ring recognizes the master, but the master can leave an order on the storage ring, so that others can open their own storage ring. A long time ago, Huan Zong took a Konghou's consciousness and attached it to the storage ring, so Konghou was equivalent to another owner of his storage ring.
"This set!" Konghou found a set of wide-sleeved gilded robes, took off the white jade crown on Huan Zong's head, and replaced it with a red jade lotus bead crown. Blood red and beads, Konghou covered his chest and sighed, "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world!"
If Huan Zong in the middle is a noble and inviolable immortal, then at this moment, he is a cold beauty that is rarely seen in the world, but the beaded crown makes his beauty one part demon and two part evil.
"No, no." Konghou removed the beaded crown on Huan Zong's head, "You are so good-looking, it is enough to leave it to me, and it must not be cheap for other women."
Lin Hu, who was leaning against the wall, sighed silently. If he still had a little sense of existence in the past, there is no difference between him standing here and not here. Turning around and walking out of the room, closing the door for the two of them, Lin Hu stared at the slightly swaying trees in the yard. The meaning of his coming out with the young master was to drive the carriage.
"I won't show it to others, just show it to you." Huan Zong put on a black gold crown, and the swagger on her body was finally gone. After taking Huan Zong out of the house for two steps, she was stunned.
Huan Zong followed her line of sight and saw Lin Hu was wearing a purple robe with a crane pattern embroidered on it.
"Then... let's go now?" Konghou coughed and took La Huanzong's hand, reminding him not to reveal anything, lest Senior Lin Hu be embarrassed. The music and dance troupe sounds like a place where you can listen to music and enjoy dancing, but it is actually a place where you can dance and sing, but it's the guests who dance and sing.
As soon as he entered the door, Emperor Huanzong heard the beating of drums, the sound of the violin, the men and women were laughing or making trouble, and some people were crying with wine cups in their hands, but it was not as bad as he expected.
More than a dozen people wearing masks were dancing on the stage in the middle, and ordinary guests were sitting in the lobby. They applauded and laughed, but Huan Zong could feel that there were many guests in the room of this circular building.
"Heavenly Room." Konghou took three masks and threw them a handful of spirit stones to the waiter. Today, she deliberately put on a red-shaking glazed skirt, which looked very matching with the gilded robe on Huan Zong's body. The bun was combed into a rather ostentatious bun, and the mask was put on, covering half of the beautiful face, only revealing the red lips and eyes.
It was sent from the magic circle to the Tianhao room. Although no one was looking around, you could still hear laughter and roaring music.
Seeing that Konghou seemed to be familiar with this place, Lin Hu couldn't help but ask, "Miss Konghou used to come here often?"
"Cough, actually it's my first time here." She took out a booklet from her arms. Lin Hu took a look at it, and it said "How to make others feel that it is not the first time for me to go to a music and dance troupe."
Lin Hu: "..."
He felt that in the entire cultivation world, there was no other sect that was more bizarre than Yunhuamen.
"Cough." Konghou coughed dryly, "Don't worry, I have memorized the booklet by heart and promise to show you the world."
Lin Hu didn't understand why Miss Konghou suddenly brought them to such a place. She suddenly remembered that the night before her departure, the Sect Master and Miss Konghou seemed to have met once, and he didn't know what the two said. He turned his head to look at the young master who came to such a lively occasion, but still did not react with joy or anger, Lin Hu completely understood.
The Konghou girl wanted the son to smell of fireworks, and wanted him to get in touch with more "life". Otherwise, this little girl who only likes to eat, drink and dress up on weekdays, why should she ask her brothers and sisters to write down so many fun experiences
On the big round stage, the masked woman in the blue skirt spread her arms unscrupulously and jumped without any rules. There were people around her, and some people jumped on the stage with her.
There were more and more people on the stage, but perhaps a space formation was added to the stage. Although more and more people jumped on the stage, it was not crowded at all. Lin Hu even found out that some of the masked guests were acquaintances he knew. These people, who looked serious on weekdays, would actually hide and dance in the crowd
"Cultivators have a long life. If you meditate and practice swords all day, what kind of fun can you have?" Kong Hou held his chin with one hand and looked at the people laughing on the stage, "If you are alive, you must find some harmless fun for yourself."
Lin Hu's sharp eyes noticed that a certain woman in a silver-red dress looked a bit like... Qiu Shuang? His pupils trembled, and he turned to look at Konghou. Did she recognize that it was the real Qiu Shuang
Konghou smiled: "Senior Lin, when you enter here, you will lose your normal identity. We are just a group of entertainers who sing and dance." She stood up, put the mask on Huan Zong's face, and used a technique to prevent the mask from falling off. Come down, "Huan Zong, let's go too."
Huan Zong was rarely embarrassed: "I won't."
Although the noble children of the royal family danced to the music after drinking in the poetry club, Huan Zong worshipped the Liuguang Sect at a very young age and never came into contact with them. Seeing that Konghou was going to take him down to dance, he suddenly remembered that his image of being omnipotent in front of Konghou might be shattered from now on.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not very good at it either." Kong Hou bent down and kissed his lips lightly, "Anyway, we are all wearing masks, so no one else will recognize us if we jump around blindly."
The lighting instruments on the stage are constantly flickering, creating a lively and false independent space. People who enter this space throw away the usual heavy and decent, and follow the joy brought by dancing.
"Let's go." Kong Hou pulled Huan Zong out of the window and landed on the stage. A female cultivator saw that Huan Zong was standing tall and straight, and stretched out her hand to pull Huan Zong to dance with her. Konghou spun around and fell into Huan Zong's arms.
"This sister." Konghou smiled at the female nun, "This man is mine."
The female cultivator was not annoyed, and pulled a man in mysterious clothes wearing a mask over: "I'll exchange this with you." Although the man in mysterious clothes wears a mask, the jade crown has magic light, and the robes on his body are also embroidered with layers of embroidery. Layer rune, good temperament, should be the leader in the cultivation world.
Being treated by the female cultivator as an exchange partner, he calmly glanced at the female cultivator. The female cultivator shrank his neck in fear, and his overly happy mind finally calmed down.
"Don't change." Konghou took Huan Zong's hand and rushed into the crowd, and led Huan Zong to dance with the drum beat. She is not good at dancing. She saw her mother dancing before she was six years old. She vaguely remembers some steps.
The mother and queen are good at dancing, and the father is obsessed with music, but the two cannot be a match made in heaven.
The music became more and more intense, Konghou pulled Huan Zong to spin, jumped up, lowered his waist, and hugged. Huan Zong wrapped around her waist to prevent others from bumping into her, and there was an invisible connivance and love in his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, someone in the crowd suddenly said, "It's almost time."
Konghou leaned in Huanzong's arms and took two breaths, took his hand and jumped off the stage, covered his figure with him, and hurriedly walked out of the music and dance troupe, only then took off his mask, put his hands behind his back, walked backwards and smiled at Huanzong. : "How about it, isn't it fun?"
Huan Zong carefully recalled the atmosphere just now. It wasn't much fun, but it wasn't boring either. The most touching thing was that Konghou wanted to play with him, but he was protecting him from other women touching him.
"Fun."
"Then I'll take you to other interesting places to play next time." After Konghou decided to go back, he went to the sect to ask for some tricks to play.
"Be careful." Huan Zong quickly stepped forward and embraced Konghou's waist.
"Real Zhongxi, Fairy Konghou." Changde and several younger brothers and sisters stopped, noticing Konghou's hair in a bun and the gorgeous golden robe on Huan Zong's body, his complexion was a little subtle, "What a coincidence. ."
After a few words of greetings with the disciples of Zhaohan Sect, Konghou said goodbye.
Changde looked at the backs of Konghou and Huan Zong hurriedly leaving, and remembered the appearance of Fairy Konghou holding Zhongxi Zhenren unwilling to change people, and his mood was a little subtle.
Does he want to watch the Yunhuamen disciples bring the most outstanding sword cultivator of the Glazed Light Sect crooked
Close your eyes. Forget it, closing your eyes means you can't see anything.