As a senior flying sword messenger, Lu Jia has traveled to many places, visited many sects, and sent letters and items to countless monks and ordinary people. He used to be a loose cultivator, and since he entered the Golden Core Stage, he has been stagnant, and he can't afford expensive medicinal pills, so he can only join the post station and become a member of the Feijian Messenger. Fortunately, the monks were very polite to the flying sword messengers, and they did not dare to risk offending the major sects and rob them. Especially two hundred years ago, after a famous ancestor of Yuan Ying wrote a poem to praise them, their status in the world of self-cultivation has risen even more, and they have been praised by countless people as the point of hope, the guide of love and emotion.
This time, letting him, a veteran, send things to the Glazed Light Sect was specially arranged by the inn. He was afraid that the new Feijian messenger would not be able to hold his breath because of his inexperience, and he would be timid in front of the Glazed Light Sect. After Lu Jia walked into the Glazed Light Sect, he felt that the station was very thoughtful about this matter. The cold sword qi inside and the expressionless faces of those sword cultivators made him have the urge to have soft legs.
But despite this, he still straightened his waist and stood firm, his dignity as a gold medal flying sword messenger could not be lost.
"These things are really sent by the Huan Zong you said?" Jin Yue looked at the various packages tightly bound with oiled paper, moved his fingers, and one of the packages arrived in his hand. I opened the package and saw that it didn't contain an isolated secret book, nor a rare herb, but... bacon
"This is Qiucheng's most famous honey-flavored bacon. It tastes sweet and chewy. It is a must-order dish for monks from other places to come to Qiucheng." Feijian messenger saw the strange expressions of the people present, thinking that they were worried about unsanitary food, although He was very in awe of these people, but he still explained dutifully, "Please rest assured, the guys in our inn are very virtuous and virtuous. During the packing process, they pay great attention to the hygiene conditions, and they will not steal food. It is the signature signed by the customer when placing the order, and you can check the quantity and weight according to the content of the order."
"The person who sent the things really said that his name was Huan Zong?" The Songhe Peak Master sitting at the bottom couldn't help but ask again, "You remember correctly?"
"Please rest assured, distinguished guests, we will never misunderstand the customer's information." Lu Jia said, "Please believe in our ability to work."
The entire hall fell into silence, and Jin Yue signed his name on the confirmation sheet: "There is a messenger."
"You're welcome." After receiving the confirmation form, Lu Jia didn't want to stay here any longer, so he jumped on the flying sword after leaving the main hall, and left the Glazed Light Sect without looking back. Talking to these swordsmen is too stressful, and staying for too long is not good for longevity.
"Sect Master, do you think this is a hint?" Songhe looked at the specialty several times, but couldn't see any special signs on it. "Or what happened to Qiucheng?"
Jin Yue frowned: "Send a disciple to Qiucheng to inquire."
"I'll make arrangements." Song He stood up and walked out in a hurry, afraid that if he was slow, something irreversible would happen.
On the Yunhuamen Martial Arts Field, the inner disciples were teaching the new disciples to practice swordsmanship. They saw a flying sword messenger led by the Wuxingtang disciples into the main hall, silently guessing who sent the items to the headmaster.
When the new disciples saw the inner sect brothers and sisters hiding and whispering, they all became curious.
It was only in the evening that they found out that it was Qiyuefeng's direct senior sister who sent souvenirs to the sect master, peak master, and direct disciples. Even when they ate at night, there were a few slices of Qiucheng's characteristic bacon in their bowls.
The slightly chubby Gao Jianyan was very happy to eat. Seeing Gui Lin beside him hadn't moved his chopsticks, he asked, "You don't like to eat?"
Guilin whispered: "I heard that the relationship between the peak master of Chenxia Peak and Qiyue Peak is not very good?"
Gao Jianyan took a few mouthfuls of food, not knowing what Gui Guilin meant.
"Senior Sister Konghou sends special products to Chenxia Peak, so you won't be afraid of Qiyue Peak's anger?" Guilin lowered his eyelids, "As a disciple, shouldn't you obey Master's advice?"
"That's right, but the two peak masters aren't deeply enmity, so there's no need to be so stiff, right?" Gao Jianyan looked around, put his hand around Gui Lin's shoulder, "Don't talk about it, It's not good to hear this."
Guilin pushed away Gao Jianyan's hand on his shoulder, picked up a piece of bacon and put it in his mouth. The rest of the meat in the bowl didn't move until he finished his meal. Gao Jianyan swallowed his saliva, so delicious bacon can be left, it's really not a good habit to be picky eaters.
The snow did not stop, Konghou and Huan Zong left Qiucheng and headed eastwards. They were still in the woods when it was dark. In winter, the leaves of many trees have fallen off, and the snow is mixed with the rotting leaves, giving off a faint smell of decay.
Konghou jumped off the flying sword, glanced around, and said cheerfully, "Let's sleep on the tree tonight."
Huan Zong opened the curtain and saw that Konghou seemed to be looking forward to sleeping outside. He raised his head and picked up a big sturdy tree. He took something out of his sleeve and threw it on the tree. A small wooden house appeared on the tree.
"Treehouse?" Konghou cheered, "Huanzong, you are so amazing, you even have this."
"It's just a worthless instrument." Huan Zong didn't expect that it was just a wooden house, which would make Konghou happy like this.
"I've grown up so much, and I've never lived in a tree house before." Konghou wanted to fly into the tree house to have a look, but was too embarrassed to be too eager, so he put his hands behind his back and kicked the snow on the ground lightly with his feet. "I was planning to make a nest out of branches."
After a few kicks, a black shadow suddenly appeared under the snow, and the aura emanating from the shadow made the surrounding withered grass grow a few green leaves.
Spirits or elixir? Kong Hou was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, flying on his toes and chasing after him. The speed of this spirit was very fast, Konghou flew around and rolled on the ground several times before pressing it firmly into his hands.
"Huanzong, it's vermilion grass!" Konghou tightly squeezed the spirit grass that was twisting and twisting in his hand. Quickly bring the jade pill box, eating it is good for the heart and lungs!"
Huan Zong saw that she was in a state of embarrassment, her arms were red with ice and snow, and he was reluctant to let go of the vermilion grass. Taking out a jade medicine box, he squatted down and took the vermilion grass in her hand, closed the lid, and put his hand in front of her: "It's cold on the ground."
"It's alright." Konghou grabbed Huan Zong's hand and stood up. Looking down, he saw that Huan Zong's fair and clean palms were stained with mud by her. He looked away with some guilty conscience, and silently moved his hands to his back.
"You must keep this jade medicine box. This kind of spirit grass is very rare. Before you return to the sect, don't let others know you have this." I felt as if I was watching some miracle.
Vermilion grass grows irregularly, which is very rare. Even if you encounter them by chance, there will be vicious snakes to protect spirits. Who would have thought that such a rare spirit grass would jump out after being kicked a few times. As for the vicious snake that protects the spirit... In heavy snow, maybe it is hibernating
"What are you doing for me?" Konghou was puzzled, "Isn't it you who needs this?"
She is in good health, no illness or disaster, why keep this? Made into pills to eat and play
Huan Zong was stunned, looking at the dirty girl in front of him, and it took a long while to find his voice: "For me?"
"Yes." Konghou nodded, "Here it is." Konghou suspected that Huan Zong's brain was a little slow to respond because he had been sick for too long. But this was the first friend she met after going down the mountain. Even if she was a little stupid, she couldn't dislike it.
"Do you know that this is vermilion grass?" Huan Zong reached out and picked the dead leaves from Konghou's hair and laughed, "How can you give it to me?"
"I just gave it to you because I know it." Konghou felt that the question that Huan Zong asked was a bit strange. Among the three of them, he was not in good health and always coughed along the way. Who wouldn't give him this medicine
Huan Zong felt that the way Konghou looked at him at the moment seemed to be asking him, are you stupid? He clenched the jade pillbox and laughed out loud. Because he laughed so loudly, he couldn't help coughing several times, and the tips of his ears and cheeks turned red.
"Konghou, thank you." His eyes brightened.
Looking into his eyes, Konghou remembered the stars in the summer night, they were shining and beautiful.
"You're welcome." She waved her hand generously, then remembered that her hand was still dirty, and smiled embarrassedly.
"Your arm is injured." Huan Zong put away the jade medicine box, took out a soft and clean handkerchief, bent over to wash off the bruises on Konghou's arm with medicinal liquid, and wrapped the handkerchief around her arm, "Xue Tian Cold, the speed of wound healing is slower, sleep tonight, and it will be healed tomorrow."
"Thank you." Konghou raised his head and peeked at the wooden house on the tree several times, and said with a blushing face, "Can I go up and see the tree house?" The house built on the tree must be very interesting.
"Okay." Huan Zong smiled, "Go and see what you are not satisfied with, I can refine it again."
"Then I'll go." Konghou couldn't wait to fly up the tree and climb into the wooden house.
Seeing the girl happily disappear behind the tree house door, Huan Zong looked up at the tree house, the smile still on his face.
"Young Master." Lin Hu walked behind him, unable to hide his excitement, "Is it really vermilion grass?"
Let Yuxiaomen search all over the entire Lingyou Realm to find the vermilion grass that has not been found in the entire Lingyou Realm, but it is so easy to get into the hands of the son? He looked at the pile of snow that was kicked away by the Konghou, and felt that the world was a little unreal.
Huan Zong nodded slightly: "Yes, this is vermilion grass."
In the world of self-cultivation, it is invaluable, and countless cultivators are desperate for the vermilion grass.
"Huanzong!" The window of the tree house opened, and the girl stuck out a head, with a tone of excitement like a child who received a beloved gift, "The tree house is so beautiful, there is actually a big soft bed and all kinds of food in it. , you are well prepared!"
This magic weapon was given to him by an elder in the sect when he was very young. He never took it out and used it, and he didn't know what was in it.
"There are a lot of toys inside." After a while, the girl took out a tumbler bigger than her head from the room, and handed it out the window for Huan Zong to see more clearly, "This tumbler looks like you."
Huan Zong looked at the tumbler with twisted eyebrows and round belly, and was speechless.
This kind of tumbler without arms and legs, how does he look like him