After the death of the venerable master of the evil cultivator world, the evil cultivators all silenced and did not dare to appear again.
Some storytellers made up the story of the ten sects fighting against the evil cultivators in a dangerous, bizarre and vivid way, and made a lot of storytelling money in teahouses and taverns. Zhenren Zhongxi and Fairy Konghou became reincarnated immortals who rescued the suffering. Many people firmly believed that when their merits and virtues were completed, they would return to the Heavenly Palace and become an enviable pair of immortals.
Uncle Xianyu patted the flies in the store with a tattered palm fan, glanced at the scorching sun in the sky, closed the store door and returned to the small courtyard. Walking to the gate of the small courtyard, looking at the two young people guarding there, they turned away in disgust.
"Uncle, uncle." Kong Hou stopped in front of the uncle with a smile, "Today's weather is so hot, I brought fresh spirit fruit, add some sugar and ice, and it's just right to eat."
"Tell me, what's the matter with you?" Uncle Xianyu looked at the robe he was pulling, and lost his temper. He pulled the sleeve out of Konghou's hand, and pushed open the courtyard door to let the two of them enter the house.
The sun is shining brightly outside, but the yard is extremely cool. The place where the flowers and plants were originally planted was dug into a large pond, which was filled with water. There were no water plants in the pond and it looked empty.
The three walked to the stone table and sat down. Konghou fiddled with three bowls of fruit ice and gave Uncle Xianyu a look.
"Don't you two have a place to go?" The uncle held the bowl and chewed the ice, "You have to run to me every year."
Kong Hou smiled without refuting, and took out the delicious food in the storage ring one by one. People like Uncle Salted Fish are more honest with their bodies than their mouths.
"This pond is empty, do you want to raise a few fish?" Seeing that the water was crystal clear, Kong Hou felt the urge to jump in and swim a few laps.
"I don't feed it." The uncle was eating the delicious food brought by Konghou, "I'm a dried fish seller, and I don't feed live fish." This is his professional dignity.
"Oh." Konghou retracted his gaze with some pity, "There is a food event tonight, let's go taste the food together."
The uncle looked at Konghou and said nothing.
"My treat." Konghou added quickly.
"Let's go." Uncle Xianyu was very satisfied with Konghou's knowledge.
As food friends, Konghou and Uncle Xianyu are very accomplished in food tasting. At this time, Emperor Huan's greatest use was often to help Konghou and Uncle Xianyu pay the bills.
In order to attract tourists from all over the world of self-cultivation, Yongcheng holds food events every year. At this time, Yongcheng is extraordinarily lively, and the whole city is crowded with people from all over the world.
In order to make extra money, some Feijian messengers will bring one or two ordinary people who cannot cultivate on the Feijian when delivering packages. As long as ordinary people can afford the price, they can even make a special trip to send people without sending packages. .
Where there are people, there is a way to make money. In Yongcheng these days, not only are there many people flying, there are many magic weapons, but there are also many flying sword messengers. The inns, homestays and other places where people can stay in the city are crowded with people. Some sects that are close to Yunhuamen, even in the name of Lun Dao, came to Yunhuamen to borrow.
Kong Hou and the other three wandered the street until it was dark, and finally found a tea shop and sat down. In order to avoid causing a stir, Konghou and Huan Zong also wore a bunch of couple masks, covering the upper half of their cheeks. Fortunately, there are not many men and women wearing masks on the food street, and neither of them is obtrusive.
The teahouse was very lively. Mr. Storyteller was on stage talking about anecdotes in the cultivation world. When he said that the most powerful cultivator in the cultivation world was Zhenren Zhongxi, someone stood up and refuted it.
"You old man is clearly talking nonsense. The most powerful cultivator in the cultivation world is not the real person Zhongxi, but the real person Kuiying." The middle-aged man who spoke was strong and strong, with a meniscus on his waist. Very ferocious. Konghou glanced at this person, his bone age should have exceeded sixty or seventy, his breath was strong, and he was a cultivator of the fifth rank.
"Who is the real Kuiying?" The person who spoke was a female cultivator wearing a pink tunic. The female cultivator was gorgeous and cute, but at the age of double nine, her cultivation was similar to that of a big man.
When the big man saw that it was a beautiful girl who was asking the question, he suddenly became energetic: "According to legend, the real Kuiying is an earth immortal who has failed through calamities. He was separated from his Taoist companion when his relationship with the Taoist partner fell apart. Later, his Taoist companion fell, and he stayed behind. He has not been able to ascend to immortality. He has not appeared in the cultivation world for many years, and it is normal that the young monks have never heard of his name."
"Master Kuiying is so powerful, why didn't he stand up when the evil cultivator Jiusu attacked the world of comprehension fifty years ago?" the girl said disdainfully, "It's not as good as Master Zhongxi and Fairy Konghou and the monks of the ten sects. Compassionate."
Hearing the girl's words, the man grinned wide open, but did not refute the girl's statement: "The girl is right, I'm just talking about cultivation. In other respects, Master Kuiying is naturally inferior to Master Zhongxi."
"Zhongxi and Fairy Konghou have a harmonious relationship and respect each other. They are a pair of immortal couples that everyone admires. Kuiying and the Taoist couple were not together for a long time, and they held a reconciliation ceremony due to emotional discord, which was cancelled before the Tao of Heaven. Contract." A woman in a black robe said coldly in the corner, "How can a ruthless man be compared with the real person Zhongxi."
Konghou looked at the woman in black who was talking, and it was the woman in black that she had met when she first went out to practice. After so many years, the black-robed woman is still wearing black, and the resentment on her face has been reduced a lot. At least when facing some men and women who are not pleasing to the eye, she did not hit anyone.
Aware that someone was looking at her, the black-robed woman turned her head and glanced in the direction of Konghou. Her eyes were cold and indifferent, like a lake in early winter. Although it was not frozen, it was still biting.
Konghou curled the corners of his lips and smiled at her.
The black-robed woman was stunned for a moment. She was notorious. Not only did the male cultivator dislike her, but the female cultivator was also not very friendly to her. Now suddenly a female cultivator wearing a mask smiled at her, and she felt uncomfortable. After sitting on the stool for a while, she got up and left in a hurry.
When she walked out of the teahouse, she couldn't help but turn her head and glance back, just in time to see the male cultivator beside the female cultivator peeling pine nuts and feeding them to her mouth. I don't know what the female cultivator said, which caused a gentle smile on the corner of the male cultivator's mouth.
She used to hate seeing this kind of affectionate behavior between lovers. This would make her think of the heartless man back then, and the stupid and ridiculous self back then.
However, as time passed, the hatred and unwillingness of the year gradually faded away, and she began to understand that not only was she wrong back then, but she, who was full of hatred and unwillingness later, was also wrong.
"Who said that real Kuiying was unfaithful to his relationship?" Uncle Xianyu drank half a cup of tea in one gulp, and Kong Hou was stunned, "Uncle, uncle, this tea is still hot..."
"It's okay, I'm in good health, so I'm not afraid of the temperature." Uncle Xianyu turned to Konghou and said, "Young people in the cultivation world really like to hear rumors. It's been a long time since the events of the year, except for the parties involved, who knows what happened. The truth? If things are not clear, they come out and talk nonsense, and I'm not afraid that after real person Kui Ying hears it, he will be beaten to ashes."
"Real Kuiying is already an Earth Immortal, so how could it be impossible for the younger generation to get along with this trivial matter?" Konghou waved his hand and affirmed, "It's definitely impossible."
"Tsk." Uncle Xianyu drank the remaining half of the tea, "This is the only thing these juniors can rely on."
"That uncle..." Konghou tugged at Uncle Xianyu's sackcloth sleeve, "Do you know what happened back then?"
To Shang Konghou's twinkling eyes full of curiosity, Uncle Xianyu said, "..."
Huan Zong picked up the kettle on the table, filled him with water, and looked at Uncle Xianyu with a half-smiling smile: "Uncle has traveled south and north, and he must know a lot."
"Talk about it, talk about it." Konghou dragged the stool in the direction of Uncle Xianyu, his face full of curiosity, "Uncle, for the sake of our decades of friendship, you can tell me about the past. thing."
"Just talk." Uncle Xianyu drank all the water that Huan Zong poured, got up and said, "Go, go back and talk to you two slowly, it's too noisy here."
"Okay, okay." Konghou got up quickly, and the Yunhuamen disciples never stopped on the way to pursue the excitement.
"Kui Ying Zhenren's Taoist companion is called Yunmei."
In the summer courtyard, there should have been the sound of insects, but at this moment, the courtyard of Uncle Xianyu is extraordinarily quiet.
"The two have known each other for hundreds of years, and they became a Taoist couple because of their mutual affection." Uncle Xianyu and Konghou each held a large watermelon, sat cross-legged on the mat, and told stories from the past while eating.
"It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Yunmei found out that the real Kuiying has another identity."
Kong Hou's eyes widened, and she didn't even eat the melon, she felt that there must be a life-and-death conspiracy in the middle.
"Yunmei found out that the real Kuiying was not a human being, but a dragon. She couldn't accept the fact that her man was not a human being, and divorced him..."
Konghou: "…"
Isn't it because of various misunderstandings, various injuries, and finally forgetting each other in the realm of self-cultivation, not getting along with each other
"The monks were not as tolerant of demon cultivators as they are now. Fairy Yunmei's unwillingness to be with Kui Ying is not a particularly difficult thing to understand." The real Kui Ying picked up the other half of the watermelon and used a spoon to smash the middlemost watermelon. The sweet pulp was dug away and quickly stuffed into his mouth.
Seeing this, Konghou hurriedly stuffed the remaining half of the watermelon into Huan Zong's hands: "Uncle, you made up this kind of story just to grab the sweetest pulp in the middle?"
"Hey." Kui Ying glanced at Huan Zong, who silently hid the watermelon behind his back. He gritted his teeth, "You want to ask me, I'll tell you, but you don't believe it, you young people, why are you so difficult to serve?"
"Since Fairy Yunmei proposed the reconciliation, why did Master Kuiying fail to ascend in the end?" Konghou snorted, "You lied to me that Master Kuiying is a dragon, why doesn't the entire cultivation world know about this?"
"Do you have any brains to ask this? If people in the comprehension world know about it, can the real Kuiying live to the time of soaring through the calamity?" Uncle Xianyu rolled his eyes. The immortal world is good, but in the tens of thousands of years of records in the cultivation world, there has never been a real record of the immortal world. There are no relatives, no friends, and maybe there is no food, so what are you doing up there?"
Konghou: "…"
As if it was true, she almost believed it.
Huanzong used a wooden spoon to dig out the flesh in the middle of the watermelon and fed it to Konghou's mouth. Kong Hou ate it in one bite, shook his head and sighed, "Uncle, your level of storytelling is too poor, it's not half as good as Miao Pen Ke."
Uncle Salted Fish: "..."
"Are you still eating?" Huan Zong asked with a gentle smile.
Konghou shook his head: "It's late at night, we should go back."
"Bum." Uncle Xianyu waved his hand in disgust, "Don't let me make up stories for you next time."
"Look, even you admit that you made it up." Konghou said with a smile, "Then I'll come to you next time."
Uncle Xianyu: "Don't come, I won't open the door when you come."
Konghou: "You said that last time too."
Uncle Salted Fish: "..."
Huan Zong wiped off Konghou's hands and the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and pulled her to stand up from the mat: "Uncle, rest early, and Konghou and I will come to visit you in a month."
Uncle Xianyu glanced at Huan Zong: "Humph." But in the end, he didn't say anything else, telling them not to come again.
The two walked out of Uncle Xianyu's small courtyard, and after walking forward for a while, Konghou looked back. There was a person standing at the entrance of the small courtyard, Yingyingchuochuo resembled Uncle Xianyu. She jumped up and waved, "Uncle, I'll bring you something delicious next time."
The figure quickly disappeared behind the gate, and with a bang, the courtyard gate was mercilessly closed.
"Uncle is always like this, hard-mouthed and soft-hearted." Konghou took Huan Zong's hand and smelled the aroma of barbecue on the street. "But the level of uncle's storytelling is really bad, and even a five-year-old child must not be fooled."
"Yeah." Huan Zong nodded with a smile.
"Such a vigorous story, told by the uncle, is not interesting at all." Konghou stopped and turned to look at Huan Zong.
"What's wrong?" Huan Zong also stopped to look at her.
"I'm tired." Konghou looked at him pitifully.
Huan Zong laughed, let go of Konghou's hand, took a step forward, crouched down and said, "Come up."
"Huan Zong, you are so kind." After speaking, he jumped on Huan Zong's back and put his arms around his neck.
On the night of early summer, the lively crowd, and they snuggled together.
"Huanzong, do you think the real Kuiying is still alive?"
Huan Zong kept walking: "Alive."
"Then he is alone, there is no sect, no sect, and no one even knows where he is, will he be lonely?"
"Maybe he has friends and won't be lonely."
"That's good." Konghou hugged Huan Zong's neck tightly, "Anyway, I want to be with you, wherever I go."
"Well." Huan Zong smiled slightly, "Forever."
"Even if you're not human, I don't dislike it."
Huan Zong: "..."
"thanks?"
"You're welcome."