"It's not like that." Huan Zong looked at it carefully and answered with certainty.
"The eyes are very similar." Kong Hou pointed to the end of the tumbler's eyes, "It's so slightly tilted up here, it's the same peach blossom eyes as you."
Huan Zong: "..."
"Okay, it doesn't look like it, it doesn't look like it." Seeing that Huan Zong didn't seem to be willing to accept this fact, Konghou put down the tumbler, "I'll change clothes, you don't come up." After he finished speaking, he closed the doors and windows, and did not forget to add a tumbler around him. Enchantment.
"Cough." Huan Zong coughed dryly and turned around uncomfortably, seeing Lin Hu squatting on the ground shaving snow: "Lin Hu, what are you doing?"
"Young Master, I want to see if there is any spirit grass in here." Lin Hu replied with a stern face, his hands kept moving, and in the blink of an eye, a big hole was dug in the ground.
Huan Zong shook his head: "Don't dig, how can there be so many spiritual grasses growing in the same place."
Lin Hu said seriously: "Young Master, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I don't want to give up."
Huan Zong was slightly startled, and after a long while he sighed softly: "The snow is heavy, you should sleep in the carriage at night, don't meditate outside the carriage."
"Huan Zong, the tree house is very big. I will sleep in the inner room later, and you will sleep in the outer room." After changing his clothes, Kong Hou opened the window, "There is a door in the middle, it doesn't matter."
Huan Zong looks so good-looking, no matter how you look at it, it is not her disadvantage.
The tree house is indeed very delicate, with doors and windows, complete tables and chairs with food toys, jade bells hanging on the eaves, and a soft and beautiful sound when the wind blows.
It was as beautiful as a dream, Konghou was very happy, and she felt as if her heart was about to fly out of her chest. Lying on the window, she smiled at Huan Zong standing under the tree, "Thank you."
"I haven't touched all the utensils in it. You can use it with confidence." Huan Zong tiptoed and sat down on the tree trunk next to the tree house. hair room.
He coughed a few times, took out a small medicine bottle from the storage ring, raised his head and swallowed the whole bottle of medicine, turned to see Konghou staring at him with wide eyes, and put away the medicine bottle: "What's wrong?"
Konghou shook his head, opened his palm, and slowly unfolded a folded paper umbrella. With a touch of her fingertips, the paper umbrella gently flew to the top of Huan Zong's head, covering the cold snowflakes for him: "It will be cold when the snow melts." Eat it every day With so many medicines, you can't use spiritual energy recklessly. Such days must be very painful.
The paper umbrella covered the wind and snow for Huan Zong. He stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the umbrella, and a cold touch entered his palm: "Thank you."
Yuling rattled, Konghou looked at Huan Zong's profile without blinking. She didn't know before that there are men in the world who can make the action of holding an umbrella so beautiful. Such a good-looking man is simply a gift from God to the world, bringing beauty to everyone.
Suddenly, Huan Zong put away his umbrella and looked up at the sky.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Huan Zong's action, Konghou raised his head to look at the pitch-black sky, except for the snowflakes lit by candles in the tree house, she didn't see anything.
"A cultivator is here." Huan Zong flew to the door of the tree house, lifted his robe and sat down with his legs crossed, and said without turning his head: "The tree house has a defensive formation. If the cultivator enters the woods later, don't come out."
Just after saying this, the door of the tree house behind him was pushed open, and a force wrapped around his waist. He maintained a posture of sitting on the floor and was dragged in abruptly. His posture was really not elegant.
"Konghou, you..."
"Shh." Konghou waved his sleeves to seal Yuling, preventing them from making a sound, and extinguished the candles in the tree house. When he saw Dendrobium under the tree and put away his carriage, he hid in an unknown tree before closing the window. He whispered to Huan Zong: "Don't talk, maybe you are just passing by."
Huan Zong stood up and straightened his robes. Although he was in the dark, with his cultivation, he could still see Konghou's movements clearly. At this moment, she was lying on the side of the door cautiously, looking out from the crack of the door, like a timid milk dog.
"Don't be afraid, the cultivator here is not very high." The words hidden in his heart blurted out, "I can protect you."
Konghou sat up straight and turned his head to look in the direction of Zong Huan, but it was too dark in the tree house, so she couldn't see where Zong Huan was, and naturally she couldn't see his expression: "When you go out, peace is the most precious thing. If you can't do it, don't do it, safety is the top priority." What's more, with Huanzong's current physical condition, how dare she let him do it.
Thinking of this, she put her hands together and whispered in her heart, it must not be an evil cultivator, nor a loose cultivator who is not easy to get along with. It is best to pass by unintentionally and not notice them.
Huan Zong looked at the girl praying silently in the dark, and couldn't help but wonder, does she know that monks above Nascent Soul's cultivation level can see things in the dark? Huan Zong looked away and decided not to let Konghou know this kind of embarrassing thing.
Such a big girl, is probably the age of face
"Master, we have been flying for two days and two nights, do you want to rest for a while?" The Qingpao disciple wiped the frost and snow on his face, and when he spoke, he let out a big mouthful of heat.
Shuiguan Zhenren looked back at the several disciples with tired faces, and nodded: "There is a forest below, we will rest here for a while, and we will leave tomorrow morning."
A few disciples were overjoyed and hurriedly controlled the flying instruments to descend into the woods. The Qingpao disciple followed behind Shuiguanzhen and whispered, "Master, this time is just the Yuanying ceremony of a peak master of Yuanjimen, why should we rush over there?"
Shuiguan Zhenren jumped off the flying sword and sighed: "Our Dragon Tiger Sect is weak, even if we want to be an affiliate of the ten major sects, people will not look down on us. Yuanji Sect has developed better and better in the past hundred years. It is rumored that Yuanji Sect may replace one of the current ten major sects and become one of the new ten major sects, we cannot afford to offend."
The Qingpao disciple frowned. Yuanjimen has indeed developed better and better over the years, and it has a high reputation among many monks. However, the ranking of the top ten sects has not been moved for nearly a thousand years. Yuanjimen wants to squeeze into the top ten sects. , may not be so easy.
"Yuanjimen accepted two single Linggen disciples last year. It is said that the talent is extremely high, and even Wu Linggen disciples can't match." Shui Guanzhen took out a windproof lamp from the storage bag and held it in his hand, reminding several disciples Said, "Don't go away, in case there are beasts in the forest."
"Yes." Several disciples followed Shuiguan Zhenren firmly, and the Qingpao disciple said a little unwillingly, "If we can be attached to the Liuguang Sect like Yuxiaomen and Hefengzhai, we don't need to ask such sects as Yuanjimen. already."
Shuiguan Zhenren shook his head and sighed. It is not easy to directly say that the apprentices are whimsical. Their aptitudes from the top to the bottom of the Dragon Tiger Sect are mediocre, and the elder with the highest cultivation base is only a Nascent Soul cultivator. Nascent Soul Cultivation is not bad in the entire Lingyou Realm, but is there still a Nascent Soul Cultivator in the Glazed Light Sect? Even the youngest peak master in their sect is a distraction period cultivation base.
In the entire Lingyou Realm, there are less than ten cultivators who can reach the distraction stage, which shows how powerful the Glazed Light Sect is.
The more he went in, the more real Shuiguan felt that something was wrong. He stopped and cupped his hands around him and said, "In the water crown of Xialonghumen, I took my disciples to pass by here, and I didn't intend to disturb the rest of the Taoist friends. Please don't be surprised."
When several disciples saw Shuiguan Zhenren's reaction, they clenched the instruments in their hands and looked around in a hurry. With their cultivation, they couldn't find any other monks at all.
Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha.
Footsteps were heard in the forest, and a vague figure came out from behind the tree. Shuiguan Zhenren took a deep breath and stopped the disciple behind him.
"Master Shuiguan, please feel free." The figure stopped a dozen paces away from Master Shuiguan, spread out his palm, and the palm of his hand emitted a brilliant light, illuminating his calm face.
Only then did Shuiguan clearly see the other person's appearance, with a high nose bridge, a wide face, and thin lips, which seemed a little difficult to get along with. The black robe on his body doesn't look very bright, but there is aura surging. What's more, the other party's cultivation base is higher than him, so he should be an ancestor of Yuan Ying.
"I've seen this ancestor, I take the liberty to interrupt, I ask the ancestors to forgive me, and I will take the disciples to leave." Shuiguanzhen is very sensible, and dare not take the lives of himself and his disciples to gamble on the temper of this ancestor.
"No, I'm just staying here with the young master for a night, and I'll leave tomorrow morning." Lin Hu saw that these monks were tired, and guessed that they had traveled for a long time, "Everyone just rest here. ."
"Many thanks to my ancestor." Shuiguan Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his thanks to Lin Hu. I don't know what kind of master the son in the mouth of the ancestor of Yuan Ying was, so that the ancestor of Yuan Ying could be sent by him.
Lin Hu ignored them and quickly disappeared into the woods.
"It turned out to be just a passing cultivator." Konghou felt relieved, "Huan Zong, you are so amazing, you can detect a cultivator approaching from such a distance."
Huan Zong smiled bitterly, if he didn't even have this cultivation base, then it would really be the time when the lamp was exhausted and death was not far away.
"I used to be a little scared when I went out alone. Now that I have you with me, I'm not scared at all." Konghou lit the lamp in the tree house, unlocked the seal of Yuling, and the bell rang again.
The candlelight reflected Huanzong's cheeks, he stood up and said, "I'm going to the outside world, you can call me if you have anything."
"Okay." Konghou nodded, "Well... have a good dream."
Huan Zong paused in his footsteps, then turned to look at Konghou, the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "You too."
A wooden house suddenly appeared on the tree, and Shuiguan Zhenren was shocked. He didn't even notice the existence of this house just now. Someone made a hidden barrier outside the house
"Master, shouldn't this tree house be the son of the ancestor who lived in Yuan Ying's mouth?" The Qingpao disciple whispered, "This seems to be a high-quality magic weapon."
"Don't talk." Shui Guanzhen stopped the apprentice, lest he say inappropriate words, "Rest early, and go to the ceremony tomorrow morning to say goodbye."
It was late at night, Huan Zong was sitting under the eaves of the tree house, and the cold wind was blowing on his cheeks. He took out the jade pill box from the storage ring, lightly stroked the pattern on it, and reached out to seal the ringing Yuling.
Although Yuling's voice was beautiful, it kept ringing and still disturbing people's dreams.
"Young Master." Lin Hu jumped on the branch and said to Huan Zong, "You should rest."
Huan Zong turned to look at him: "Lin Hu, do you think I took advantage of the little girl?"
Lin Hu asked with a stern face, "Young Master, do you want to hear the truth or lie?"