"If she vomits like this, she won't kill anyone, right?" Although she felt that this female cultivator was a little out of her mind, she was at most unpleasant, not to the point of causing death. She rubbed behind Huan Zong, avoiding Jin Ling's gaze, and whispered, "Huan Zong, let's go."
It must be because she pulled the vermilion grass here and broke the feng shui here, so she met these strange monks.
"Okay." Huan Zong glanced at the female cultivator in pink who was surrounded by several cultivators for comfort, pulled Konghou out of the tree house, and put away the tree house with a wave: "Since we have decided to walk slowly, why not You ride with me in the carriage, which is more comfortable than flying swords."
I was embarrassed to invite Konghou to sit with him before, but since the two of them lived in the same wooden house last night, Huan Zong felt that his invitation did not seem to be offensive.
"Okay." Konghou agreed without even thinking about it. When the foundation was first established, she thought flying with the sword was very fun. Now that the original novelty is gone, riding a carriage can save some spiritual energy, which is good.
"Fellow Daoists, please stay." Zhou Xiao hurriedly caught up and bowed his hands to the three of them, "I have offended a lot just now, please forgive me."
Huanzong ignored him, took out a jade flute from his arms and blew it gently, only to hear the neighing of horses in the woods, and in the blink of an eye, two snow-white horses without variegation ran out of the woods, dragging them along. He pulled the frame and stopped in front of Huan Zong and the others.
Lin Hu touched the heads of the two horses, took out two spirit grasses from the storage ring, and distributed one to each of the two horses.
Wind coming grass? Zhou Xiao thought that there was something wrong with his eyes, and he used expensive wind to feed the horses? He blinked and continued to look at the half-eaten spirit grass beside the horse's mouth. He had to admit that it was indeed nearly a hundred spirit stones.
Huan Zong got into the carriage, turned around and stretched out his hand towards Konghou: "Konghou, come here."
Konghou handed his hand to Huan Zong, jumped onto the carriage, turned his head and saw Zhou Xiao was still standing beside him, looking a little pitiful, so he smiled at him: "Farewell."
"Farewell, goodbye." Zhou Xiao looked at the girl on the carriage who was smiling at him, stood there blankly, and suddenly felt that the snowy sky was also bright.
"Senior brother." Jin Ling covered her chest and walked to Zhou Xiao's side, "Who are these three monks?" Will she tell what happened today? She can't afford to lose this person.
Zhou Xiao shook his head: "I don't know, but a cultivator who can use wind to feed his horses is definitely not a simple one."
"The wind that sells a hundred spirit stones to feed the horses?" Jin Ling thought she had heard it wrong, but she knew that Senior Brother Zhangpai did not like to lie and would not lie to her about this kind of thing.
Thinking of the handsome face of the monk in white, Jin Ling shook her head and sighed. Her mother used to tell her that women could use their beauty to get men to run errands for them and make them do cattle and horses. But a man who can't live is absolutely not a choice, no matter how good-looking he is.
Feed the horses with such expensive wind? I'm afraid that my brain is not very good, but it's a pity that the face of the troubled woman.
"Junior sister, let's go back quickly." Seeing Jin Ling's silence, Zhou Xiao said, "Recently, evil cultivators have frequently done evil things. In an inn in Qiucheng two days ago, an evil cultivator dug out the heart of the deceased. Not an ordinary person, but the maidservant of Fairy Lingbo of Zhaohan Sect."
"Lingbo?" Jin Ling snorted coldly, "Is she worthy of being called a fairy?"
It's okay to have a few maids scatter flowers and carry the sedan chair next to you. Do you really think you are a fairy? If you have the ability to fly up and show her, relying on the aptitude of Wulinggen, that hypocritical energy. She could smell it from a hundred miles away.
Zhou Xiao was silent, as dumb as him, and he knew that sometimes, he couldn't speak indiscriminately. He looked around and saw that the few monks who were going to Kui City just now had already left. He was not surprised. There were many cultivators in the cultivation world who were wise to protect themselves. The black-robed woman appeared suddenly. If she wanted to kill, they would not be her opponents.
It's just that the cultivation world has been calm for so many years, and there are sudden and frequent murders of evil cultivators, which is not a good omen.
"The carriage is so spacious, it doesn't even shake at all." Konghou sat in the carriage with thick cushions and felt that the carriage he sat in when he was a princess was extremely shabby compared to this carriage.
Huan Zong sat cross-legged on the mat. A wooden table was placed in front of him. On the wooden table was a whole set of tea sets. The tea was poured into a cup, making a circle of very shallow ripples, but it would not splash out of the cup. Konghou couldn't understand why the horse was not running on the mountain road, why was it so stable in the carriage
"Try it." Huan Zong handed the teacup to Konghou, "Before it gets dark, we can get to a small town called Sanshu."
"Thank you." Konghou took the teacup and lowered his head to smell it, "It smells so good."
"I'm not good at this. The tea and tea set are sent from the same door. Now I'm soaking it to pass the time." Huan Zong gently rubbed the rim of the teacup, his handsome face was hidden behind the heat of the tea, like a high fairy, All mundane matters have nothing to do with him.
Huanzong did not lie to Konghou. He entered the Glazed Light Sect at the age of nine and devoted almost all his energy to cultivation. He is not good at wine, tea, pleasure, and beauty, and he is only accompanied by swords. If it wasn't for an accident in his practice, he wouldn't be like now, walking slowly on the road, watching the scenery and drinking tea, or even...
He looked up at the girl who was drinking tea with a cup in her hand, and her manners showed a bit of the habit of royalty. Ten years ago, he would never have imagined that one day he would travel in a carriage with Lin Hu and a little girl who was only 16 years old aimlessly.
"The fragrance is not strong, the spiritual energy is not scattered, and the tea is good." I don't know if it was his own illusion, Konghou felt that after drinking this cup of tea, the spiritual power in her spiritual platform became a little stronger.
Huan Zong continued to serve Konghou tea and chatted with her: "Konghou is only sixteen this year, and he is already at the fifth level of foundation building. Although this is a good thing, but you are still young, the most important thing is your state of mind, don't rush into the realm, This will not benefit you in the future. I heard you mention that your cultivation is stagnant in the morning, and it may be related to your state of mind." No matter how strong your talent is, your cultivation will be limited by experience and knowledge, which cannot be compensated by talent.
If a narrow-minded person listened to this, they would only feel that Huan Zong was uneasy and kind, or deliberately pulled his back. But Huan Zong is not a long-sleeved and good dancer, and he often does what he wants. When he thinks this is good for Konghou, he speaks directly, never thinking that Konghou might misunderstand his intentions.
Lin Hu, who was outside the carriage, listened to the conversation between the two, and was very worried that the way the son said it would soon lose his first friend of the opposite sex.
Fortunately, Konghou thought it was simple, and he trusted Huan Zong, his friend, and never doubted his intentions at all. She sighed and said, "Huan Zong, how come what you said is exactly the same as my brothers and sisters?"
"Every day they feel that I'm cultivating hard. Every time I come out of retreat, they always worry that I'm tired and stupid. They keep filling me with food and drink, and they also emphasize the combination of work and rest." Kong Hou put down his teacup angrily. It wasn't long before she came out, and she missed them a little. She didn't know if they liked the special products she sent back.
Lin Hu drove the horse across a canyon. The horse's front hooves gently landed on the ground, and the wings on its back were retracted, turning into an ordinary horse and continuing to run forward. He looked back at the carriage, and it wouldn't be surprising that this happened in Yunhuamen. If the brothers and sisters of other sects do this, it will make people wonder if they are jealous of the talent of the younger sister and deliberately distract her so as to affect her practice.
Strange to say, there are many things that would make people doubt their intentions in other sects, but when Yunhua Sect disciples do it, the meaning is completely different. From this point of view, Yunhuamen can also be called a magical sect.
"But I think you're right." Konghou opened the curtains of the carriage, the snow-capped mountains outside, and the white land was extremely beautiful, "I have been living in the deep palace since I was born, and the only entertainment is Two dilapidated and incomplete texts. The first time I saw the splendor of the outside world was the day I came to Lingyoujie. I have been in the sect for all these years, and I have never seen this world well."
Speaking of which, she looked at Huan Zong, her eyes turning into crescent moons: "But I'm lucky, I met you soon after going down the mountain, it's good that I don't have to eat alone, it's good to go on the road." In her nature, she still likes to be lively, I don't like being alone. Especially after receiving the warmth from Yunhuamen, she disliked it even more.
Huan Zong shook his head helplessly and chuckled. The real lucky one might be him, not her.
"You don't believe me?" Konghou hummed, "I tell you, honesty is one of my strengths."
"I don't believe it, I just don't agree with your statement." Huan Zong took out a tray of dim sum from the drawer of the wooden table and put it on the table, "Because I am lucky."
This little girl has extraordinary luck. This kind of luck is so mysterious that it can't be seen or touched, but monks with good luck often get twice the result with half the effort, which others cannot envy.
"Forget it, we don't have to fight anymore, we're all lucky, this is fate." Seeing Huan Zong taking out the dim sum, Konghou also took out a bag of dim sum from his storage ring. The dim sum was beautifully made, and some were made Flowers, some made into animals, are very cute on the table.
"This is specially made for me by the sister of the dining hall in the sect. The snack bag is blessed with a talisman, which can keep the snack in the freshest state before taking it out, so you can eat it with confidence. There is absolutely no problem." Kong Hou introduced the different flavors of dim sum in different shapes. After the introduction, he took a piece and put it in Huan Zong's hand, "Your taste seems to be mild, you should like this. It is added with Linghua juice, which is fragrant but not too sweet. Try it. Look."
From the pattern of the dim sum to the talisman formation on the bag, it all confirms the fact that Yunhuamen is careful about eating. the people there.
Putting the dessert in the palm of your hand, the fragrance of the flowers quickly occupies the entire mouth, and the moment you swallow it, the whole body seems to be surrounded by nature, and even the breath is fresh.
"Delicious, right?" Konghou looked at Huan Zong with anticipation, and there were only a few words "please praise my sect" on his face.
"It's delicious." Huan Zong took another piece of dim sum from the bag, "I've never eaten this kind of dim sum before."
"Of course." When it comes to his sect, Konghou feels that any place is fine, and it is no problem to play for ten days and ten nights. "This kind of dessert can only be eaten by the disciples of our sect, and it is not served to the outside world. But you go to us. If you are a guest of the sect, you can eat a lot of delicious food. Unfortunately, many dishes are not suitable for bringing out, otherwise I would like you to try it now."
"If you don't wait for the tour to end, I'll invite you to be a guest on Yunhua Mountain." Konghou felt that his idea was very good, "I'll ask the sister in the dining hall to cook delicious food for you every day."
"Okay." Huan Zong smiled, "I'm looking forward to it."
"You will definitely like it when you go there." Kong Hou took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, "Before your sect's Songhe Peak Master went to our place, he would eat three meals on time every day. I heard from the sister in the dining hall that every day it was delivered to Songhe. He also enjoyed the snacks in the main courtyard of Hefeng."
Huan Zong was a little surprised. He didn't expect Martial Uncle Songhe... to be so hungry
Descending from the mountain, they soon arrived at a town called Sanshu. Compared with Qiucheng, Sanshucheng is much shabby, the city walls are outdated, and even the words "Sanshucheng" on the city gate have lost their paint.
It was approaching evening, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and most of them were ordinary people without spiritual roots.
When passing an alley, Konghou heard a child crying. She lifted the curtain and looked out. A three- or four-year-old child fell to the ground, holding a candied haws in his hand. It's too far, and there are no adults around him.
When she was about to get off the carriage to see the child, a black-robed woman jumped out from behind the fence of the alley. She picked up the child who fell on the ground, bent over and patted the snow on him, and the skirt was stained with dirty slush Nor does it matter.
Is that the weird-tempered female cultivator Xueyu
Xueyu, who was squatting in front of the child, had a gentle expression, not the slightest bit of cruelty when she was in the woods. Konghou saw that in order to coax the crying child, she took out a small bell from her arms and dangled it in front of his eyes, making the child not care about tears, and reached out to grab the bell.
Xueyu gave the bell to the child, and when she saw the child's parents came over, she turned around and walked out of the alley without waiting for them to thank them. After walking a few steps, he found Konghou sitting in the carriage.
She froze for a moment, turned around without hesitation, tapped her toes, and flew away.
Konghou, who was about to smile at Xueyu, was stunned. She looked stupidly at the direction where Xueyu flew away, and turned to look at Huan Zong, who was drinking tea in silence: "Huan Zong, am I really not scary?"
Glancing at the direction where Xueyu left through the car window, Huan Zong said calmly, "She is afraid of Lin Dendrobium. How can you be scary for such a cute little girl?"
"That's right, she must have been afraid that we would care about what happened in the morning and that she would not be able to beat Lin Hu, so she ran away." Thinking of this, Konghou felt a lot better in his heart.
Who can accept this kind of thing when a beautiful woman sees herself
So it must not be her problem.
"This girl Xueyu is very gentle to children." Konghou didn't want to call her a black robe girl, a female cultivator who can be so gentle with ordinary children, her nature should not be too bad.
"She was originally a disciple of the sect, and later fell in love with a loose cultivator, so she left the sect to become a Taoist companion with him, and traveled the world with this loose cultivator." Speaking of this, Huan Zong's tone paused, "I don't know. After the husband and wife entered a secret realm, the loose cultivator was ambiguous with a young female cultivator, and even wanted to kill Xueyu when he took the treasure. Xueyu escaped from death, but the child in her belly was gone. Later, she concentrated on cultivation , and killed her heartless husband. From then on, she hated the pretty and coquettish young female cultivator very much, and her temper became more and more strange, so now many people call her a black-robed girl."
Huan Zong told Konghou this because he wanted her to understand one thing, that some good-looking male cultivators in the cultivation world were unreliable. She is still young, and it is best not to be tempted by someone at will, and some feelings cannot stand the test of time.
In the words that Konghou reads, Miaobike rarely writes about the relationship between men and women, so she doesn't know much about love. Even if I have read some love-related stories, the ending is that the two protagonists live happily together, and there is no such story as the hero betrays the heroine, and the heroine finally kills the hero.
She thought that only people in the palace would wear fake masks, and they would be ignorant of those who didn't love them. But Xueyu and the loose cultivator were obviously together because of their love, so why did the loose cultivator betray Xueyu in the end, and even wanted to kill her
"I don't understand." Kong Hou's tone was a little low, "Aren't they a loving couple?"
Huanzong wanted to tell Konghou that people's hearts are changeable, and in the face of interests and temptations, it is difficult for many people to maintain their original intentions. But looking at her shining eyes, Huan Zong couldn't bear to say it again.
She was still young, a little girl.
There is some truth, let her tell her when she is older.
"Maybe it's because the nature of this loose cultivator is not very good." Huan Zong pointed to the dim sum on the table, "You said just now, what does this dim sum like a horse taste like?"
"What's wrong with her nature, she's just a bastard!" Kong Hou scolded in a low voice, "It's a pity that Miss Xueyu was hurt by such a person."
She took a sip of tea and suppressed the anger in her heart, only to remember what Huan Zong seemed to have said to her just now: "Huan Zong, what did you just say?"
"It's nothing." Huan Zong saw that her anger seemed to have subsided a lot, and said, "I will ask Lin Hu to find an inn, and we will stay in the inn for one night."
"Okay." Konghou hurriedly took a few more sips of tea, which could help to eliminate the anger in his heart.
"Lin Hu, go to the inn." Huan Zong lifted the curtain and said to Lin Hu, "Find a quiet place."
"Okay, Young Master." Lin Hu didn't turn his head, he was afraid that if he turned his head, Young Master would see the shock on his face. I really didn't expect that the unspeakable son would also start coaxing the little girl.
Along the way, the young master has learned a lot. It can be seen that practice brings true knowledge, and the cute little girl makes men learn to grow.
"Huan Zong, there is a question I forgot to ask." When he heard that he was going to rest at the inn, Konghou put away the things on the table, "You all know that I am sixteen, and I still don't know how old you are."
"I..." Huan Zong took the tea set with a pause, and the wind outside the car window seemed a little cold.