"I'm a little older than you." The wind was blowing outside the window. When he said this, Huan Zong's mind was a little dazed. He didn't even know why he said that.
"Wow, I really can't tell, I feel like you are a little older than me." Looking at Huan Zong's face, who was only about twenty years old, Konghou remembered the saying that cultivation has no time. The life expectancy of ordinary people is only a few decades, and their mood and thoughts will still change, not to mention hundreds of years.
At this moment, she faintly realized something, but she still seemed to be ignorant.
"Konghou really mind that I'm older than you?" Huan Zong lowered his head slightly, as if his hair and eyelashes were stained with melancholy.
The melancholy appearance of the beauty is very lethal. At this moment, Konghou feels guilt, and feels that he seems to have said something he shouldn't ask: "No, Huanzong, don't get me wrong, I don't mind this. Many of my brothers and sisters are One or two hundred years older than me, we had a good time together, age is not a problem, how could I despise you!"
Although they only got along with Huan Zong for a few days, for Konghou, Huan Zong was a very good friend. She will share the storybook with her, has a beautiful tree house, and knows a lot of rumors in the cultivation world that she doesn't know, and she looks so good.
With such a beautiful face, who cares how old he is
"Young Master, the inn is here." Lin Hu half lifted the curtain, and his eyes fell on Huan Zong. Huan Zong did not look at him, but leaned his head up against the cushion gracefully, "Go book a room, and Konghou and I will come over immediately."
Lin Hu retracted his gaze, lowered the curtain, and a voice came from outside: "Okay, son."
The curtain shook slightly, and Huan Zong looked at the glazed bead pendant at the bottom of the curtain and blinked slowly. Lifting the curtain, he stepped out of the carriage, looked around, turned to see Kong Hou who followed him, and said, "The conditions here are worse."
"You don't need to be so particular about going out." Kong Hou jumped out of the carriage, half of his foot dipped in the snow, she lifted her foot, and heard the sound of the wind blowing the fabric. On the left side of a wooden building with a locked door, the worn-out cloth signboard fluttered in the wind. I don't know how long it has been since it was cleaned, and it was too dirty to read the words on it.
A strong sense of desolation filled the entire street.
"Your honored guest, please go inside." The waiter greeted him and wanted to lead the horse, but before he got close, the horse raised its front hooves and neighed a few times, which scared him to take a few steps back, not daring to go forward.
The waiter's clothes were patched, but they were kept clean. He looked very careful, as if he was worried that the guests would be dissatisfied, so he turned around and left. He was not well-dressed, his blue cloth shoes were half wet as he stepped on the snow, and his hands exposed outside his sleeves were rough and dark blue, but he did not dare to stomp and rub his hands in front of the guests to keep warm.
"It doesn't matter, these two horses are very obedient and won't run around." Konghou glanced at the shoes on his feet, "Come in and show us the guest room."
"Okay, honored guest." The waiter trotted into the door. The hall below was very deserted, with three or four diners sitting sparsely.
Perhaps it was because the hall was too deserted, and seeing other guests entering the door, the diners raised their heads one after another and passed the boring time by observing strangers. But seeing this made them gasp for breath. Such a handsome gentleman, such a beautiful girl, and a young couple who came out of nowhere to play, why did they come here
"Young Master, Miss Konghou, the upper room is empty. I have reserved three adjacent rooms." Lin Hu came down from the upstairs and saw that the shopkeeper and the waiter didn't dare to speak, so he took out the spirit stone and put it in the room On the table, "Wait for the hot water to be delivered later."
The shopkeeper said yes again and again, bowed down and thanked them, and then asked what they wanted to eat in the evening.
Lin Hu knew that the young master was not picky about food, so he turned his attention to Konghou. Kong Hou said, "Just prepare a few specialty dishes."
"Okay." The shopkeeper's face got even bigger, and he turned to pat the waiter standing beside him, "Go get ready and choose the best one." Just by looking at the clothes of Huan Zong and Konghou, he knew that they were not ordinary people. , Possibly a monk with infinite mana. Most of these cultivators are generous, but they are not easy to serve. When he greeted them, he was confused, and now he narrowed his eyes with joy when he saw the female guest being so good at talking.
Kong Hou and others went upstairs and looked at the carved wooden door that had faded paint. It was hard to believe that this would be the best inn in Three Tree City. Kong Hou turned to Huan Zong and said, "The people here don't seem to have a good time. The waiter who greeted us at the door just now was wearing wet shoes."
Huan Zong nodded and nodded, although he didn't notice what the waiter looked like: "Go back to your room and rest for a while."
"Okay." Konghou pushed open the door. The room was clean, but the old furniture made the whole room look dull. The candlelight in the room was dim, Konghou took out a magic weapon that could illuminate from the storage ring, put it on the table, and opened the window to let the room breathe.
The sky was dark, and few people could be seen on the street. A man who sold charcoal was walking deep and shallow with half a load of unsold charcoal. The left side of the basket contained the unsold charcoal, and the right basket contained the unsold charcoal. A five- or six-year-old child was sitting. The child was holding a big meat bun and nibbling on it. The leather cap on his head covered half of his face.
Konghou heard that the child was called Father Man.
"Father, there's meat in this bun for you to eat."
"Sit well and don't move." The man said fiercely, "Your father is not hungry yet."
"Dad, eat!"
"Believe it or not, I beat you." The man put down the burden, took off his jacket and covered the child, "Don't open your mouth to talk, the wind blows into your stomach, you will suffer."
The child raised the bun in his hand high, insisting that the man eat it.
The man glared at him, bent down and took a bite, picked up the basket again, and walked forward slowly.
Kong Hou stared at the backs of the father and son for a long time, until he could no longer see them, then he withdrew his gaze and walked to the table to sit down. This kind of poverty and father-son love is something Konghou has never experienced before.
The clerk whose hands were black with cold, but still had to laugh with the guests, and the father who had a difficult life but loved his child, were all members of this world of self-cultivation. Their lives are poor, but they still insist on living, hope for the future, hope for future generations.
She touched her chest, which was a little sour, a little hot. The Lingtai, which had not moved for a long time, began to loosen, and the sound of the wind outside the window became extraordinarily clear. Getting up and sitting cross-legged on the bed, Konghou closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation.
Huan Zong, who was reading a book under the lighting instrument, put down the book in his hand, got up and walked to the window. The surrounding spiritual energy surged, all of them squeezed into the room next to him, as if there was something there that attracted them. He was about to open the window with his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then put it down.
"Young Master." Lin Hu walked in, "Miss Konghou..."
"She should be settled." Huan Zong said without turning his head, "Go down and tell the people in the inn, don't come to disturb them these few days, and give them extra money for a few days' accommodation."
"Okay, son." Lin Hu's expression was a little strange, "I just received the Feixun Talisman from the sect. The sect master and several peak masters seem to be worried about what happened to you outside."
He handed the Feixun Talisman to Huan Zong's hand, and Huan Zong input the spiritual energy into the Feixun Talisman. Konghou said that buying special products for the people of the sect will make them happy when they go out. Why don't the masters and uncles seem to be happy
Could it be that they didn't like what he asked the inn to deliver
"What's the next town?" Huan Zong put away the flying talisman, thoughtfully.
"It's Yicheng."
"Is there anything worth buying?" Huan Zong asked.
Lin Hu was stunned: "Yes, Yicheng is most famous for embroidery."
"I see." Huan Zong nodded slowly, Master Shishu and the others didn't seem to be serious about their mouths. They should buy some embroidery and go back. They should like some.
On the first day, Konghou did not wake up from his meditation, and Huanzong meditated for a day.
The next day, when Konghou did not wake up from the meditation, Huanzong bought a few scriptures in a dilapidated study in the city.
On the third day, Konghou was still in meditation. When Huan Zong went downstairs, he saw a few qi-refining cultivators blaming the waiter. The waiter knelt on the ground and wiped the water stains on the ground, his trouser legs were soaked.
Huan Zong never liked to meddle in such nosy things, and walked past them with an indifferent expression. He accidentally glanced at the knuckles of the waiter who were swollen from the cold, and remembered that Konghou had said that the life of the people here was not very good. He stopped and saw a monk kicking the clerk's back, leaving large, dirty footprints on his patched clothes.
"You are too noisy." Huan Zong looked at the qi cultivators with a blank expression, "Don't make noise in public. Which sect are you from, and you don't understand the rules so much?"
"You little white..." The cultivator who kicked the person wanted to scold him, but he saw the light rune on Huan Zong's clothes, and quickly closed his mouth and cupped his hands: "We rude people don't understand the rules and are disturbing the son. Qingxiu, please forgive me."
Huan Zong looked down at the servant's back: "If you soil other people's clothes, you will have to pay for it."
"Young master said yes." The Qi refining cultivator nodded again and again, took out a handful of jade coins from his arms and stuffed it into the clerk's hand, "It's all ours, isn't it?"
"I don't dare to ask for compensation from the distinguished guests." How dare the clerk dare to accept the jade coins from these monks and want to return the jade coins, but none of these monks reached out to take them.
"This is the money they paid you, take it well." Huan Zong raised his hand, and the court servant who was kneeling on the ground stood up uncontrollably. He looked back at Huan Zong in surprise. It turned out that this noble son was also monk
When Huan Zong saw a few cultivators shrink their heads and tails to sneak away, he raised his fair chin slightly: "Is this gone?"
A few cultivators trembled with fright and secretly complained, but they could only walk back obediently, standing in front of Huan Zong with their heads bowed.
"Don't let me see you do this kind of thing in the future."
"Yes!" The monks quickly agreed.
Huan Zong nodded slightly, raised his finger, and signaled that they could leave. A few cultivators saw this and ran away while thanking them, never seeing the arrogance and domineering that was just now.
"Thank you Immortal for your help." The steward walked up to Huan Zong and kept bowing and thanking him, and he almost didn't kowtow to Huan Zong.
Looking at his humble appearance, Huan Zong was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "No need to thank you." When he walked out of the inn, he looked back, and the waiter was bowing his head and carefully stuffing the jade coins into his arms, fearing that the jade coins would fall out, he also The belt was tightened again.
Seeing this scene, Huan Zong felt a little weird. He doesn't like to take care of things that have nothing to do with him, but today, he doesn't seem to be bored.
He took out the paper umbrella from the storage ring. It was the one that Konghou had supported him in the tree house a few days ago. Opening the umbrella, Huan Zong raised his head and glanced at Kong Hou's room. It was already the third day, and he didn't know when the little girl woke up.
After going out for a walk, there was a shop that claimed to be a thousand-year-old steamed bun shop. Huan Zong remembered that Konghou might be interested in this, so he bought a few. Passing by a few little beggars, he stopped and threw some jade coins into it. When he returned to the inn, he remembered that Konghou was still in the meditation, and seeing that Lin Hu was just going downstairs, he stuffed the buns into Lin Hu's arms.
"Young Master?" Holding the hot steamed buns, Lin Hu was a little puzzled. What does this mean
"Eat more, it's good for your health." Huan Zong put away his umbrella and went upstairs with no expression on his face. Passing through Konghou's room door, he took out a few Spirit Gathering Talismans and stuck them on the door. In an instant, more spiritual energy surged into the room.
Satisfied with the rich spiritual energy, Huan Zong returned to his room and took out his sword of life. This sword looks very ordinary. It has a black hilt and a silver blade. There are no gems inlaid on it, nor is there a sword spike. The only thing that can be called a bright spot is the dark pattern on the blade.
Clenching the hilt, the blade made a humming sound, Huan Zong coughed a few times while covering his chest, his indifferent eyes reflected on the blade. After staring at the eyes on the blade for a while, Huan Zong pointed his index finger on the blade, and the buzzing finally stopped.
"Young Master." Lin Hu's voice came from outside the door.
"Come in."
Lin Hu entered the door and saw Huanzong holding a sword in his hand, and strode to Huanzong several times, "Young Master, you..."
"Have you finished eating the buns?" Huan Zong put away his sword and interrupted Lin Hu's words.
"Eat." Lin Hu's expression was blank for a moment.
"Is it delicious?" Huan Zong asked again.
"It seems... alright?" Lin Hu felt that the steamed buns tasted like steamed buns, and there was nothing delicious or bad.
"It seems to have a normal taste." Huan Zong frowned. The steamed bun shop with a normal taste is also embarrassed to say that it is a thousand-year-old brand. Is it ordinary for a thousand years
"Young Master, in your current situation, it's best not to use the sword lightly." Although Huan Zong interrupted his words, Lin Hu did not forget what he wanted to say, "I'm afraid it will aggravate your injury."
"I know." Huan Zong lowered his eyelids, his face expressionless, "I know very well how my own body is."
Lin Hu was even more worried when he saw Huan Zong's lack of emotion. Although medicinal materials are hard to find, the most difficult thing is the state of mind. How can the young master's mentality of having no desires and no desires survive the level of inner demons
"Sir..."
Huan Zong suddenly stood up: "Konghou is awake." He walked to the door, opened it and walked out.
Lin Hu was stunned for a while, and then followed.
Kong Hou opened his eyes, the lighting instrument on the table had already been extinguished because there was no spiritual energy input from the master. The candles have also burned out. The weather outside is not very good, and the house is a little dark.
She let out a long sigh of relief. This time she entered the meditation, which has greatly improved her cultivation base. The original cultivation base of the fifth-order foundation building has become the ninth-order foundation building. Heart period.
There was a knock on the door, she opened the door, and Huan Zong with a face like a crown stood outside the door. Seeing such a beautiful Huan Zong, Kong Hou remembered that he had not been groomed for several days, and his face changed instantly: "Huan Zong, we will talk later."
Looking at the door closed in front of him, Huan Zong turned to look at Lin Hu in confusion.
Lin Hu shook his head: "Young Master, don't look at me, I don't understand what Miss Konghou means." If he knew women, he wouldn't have lived for hundreds of years, and he didn't even have a Taoist companion.
Huan Zong stretched out his hand and tore off the Spirit Gathering Talisman on the door, gently rubbing it, and the Talisman instantly turned into powder. Lin Hu didn't understand, his son did a good deed without leaving his name? Fortunately, this is not the pursuit of a sweetheart, otherwise, like his son, I am afraid that girls will not be able to understand their hearts for a hundred years.
"Miss Konghou, call me if you have anything." Huan Zong said, "I will ask the people in the inn to prepare food for you."
The door was gently opened from the inside, but only a crack was opened, revealing half of Kong Hou's face: "Huan Zong, thank you, I will come out when I finish washing up."
Only then did Huan Zong understand why Konghou closed the door just now, and he nodded: "Okay."
It turns out that the little girl would care about such little things? Huan Zong felt that he knew a little more about the habits of girls.
The little girl just now closed the door in a hurry, a bit charming and cute.
Outside the gate of Sanshu City, a flying boat stopped and fell to the door, and several monks who were a little embarrassed ran out in a hurry, one of them was almost unable to stand up straight, barely supported by a sword, and did not fall down.
"Senior brother, this is a small town, I'm afraid that there are no masters in the battle." The girl in the blue robe was pale, unable to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, "If we go somewhere else, at least it won't affect the people in the city."
It's just that they don't have the spiritual power to support the flying boat to move on. Where should they go in order to divert the people who are chasing them behind
"It's too late." The blue-robed man called Senior Brother looked back at the billowing dark clouds in the distance, the screaming black bird, and pulled out his sword from the ground, "You run west, I'll drag it for a while."
"Brother..."
"Don't talk nonsense, do you want the people in this city to die with us?" The blue-robed man said with a sullen face, "Let's all go."
He suppressed the aura in his chest, raised his sword and flew to the sky.
"Senior brother!" The woman in green clothes wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said to the younger brothers and sisters behind her, "You guys go, I'll help the brothers!"