"Senior, how can you do this? You don't allow others to look good when you look good." Kong Hou walked to the reclining chair and bent over to salute, "Junior has seen a real person named Wuming."
Wuming Zhenren, who was lying still, turned his head to look at the little girl who was standing in front of him, and quickly turned his face back: "No help."
"Senior." Konghou got up and walked to the front of Wuming Zhenren: "Senior please help."
Wumingzhen continued to turn over, and Konghou continued to follow. After going back and forth three or four times like this, Wuming sat up from the reclining chair, "Little girl, how can you be so thick-skinned at such a young age?"
"How can I do it when I'm out of the house and my skin is too thin?" He answered this question with a smile, Konghou folded his hands together and looked at him eagerly, "Senior, please, please."
A white and tender little girl, with big black eyes, a beautiful skirt, and hair like ink, when such a little girl looks at people, no matter men or women, their minds can't help but shake.
Huan Zong, who was standing next to him, saw that Konghou was bowing down in front of others for him, and couldn't help but stepped forward and wanted to take her away. Wuming Zhenren didn't necessarily have the medicine he wanted, and he felt uncomfortable watching her bend over to please him.
Lin Hu took a step forward, stopped Huan Zong's steps, and said with a sound transmission: "Young Master, don't hurt Miss Konghou."
Huan Zong looked at him with a cold face.
Lin Hu was unmoved, and continued his voice transmission: "We've come this far, how can you know the result if you don't try, don't you think Miss Konghou will please others in vain?"
Looking at Konghou, who was smiling at Wuming Zhenren, Huan Zong stiffly stopped.
"What did you just say, I don't allow others to look good when I look good?" Wumingren straightened his silver hair, glanced at Huan Zong from the corner of his eyes, and said to Konghou, "Little girl, although you have a thicker skin. , but the vision is not bad. I can agree to your request, but you must meet one condition of me. "
"Senior, please tell me." A happy expression appeared on Konghou's face, "As long as we can do it, we will definitely do it for you."
"The servants in my medicine house are all silent and boring. If you stay for ten years as a medicine servant for me, I will promise to help him see a doctor." Wumingzhen stood up from the reclining chair and looked at Huan Zong, "You are pale and your internal organs are full of internal organs. There are internal injuries. But these are not the biggest troubles for cultivators. The biggest problem with you is that the spiritual platform is unstable, and it is almost on the verge of collapse. I can temporarily stabilize your spiritual platform, but it can cure the body, cure If you don't mind, I can't help you with anything else."
Konghou didn't expect Huan Zong's physical condition to be so serious, she said anxiously, "Is there nothing you can do?"
Wuming Zhenren shook his head, and his words were not euphemistic: "No."
"It's good to be able to stabilize the Lingtai." Konghou thought for a while, "If I work as a medicine servant here, can I take time off to return to the sect to visit relatives every year? There is no problem with being a medicine servant, but I am afraid that the elders of the sect will be worried..."
"No need." Huan Zong interrupted Konghou's words, stood in front of Konghou, and said to Wuming Zhenren, "Thank you, senior, it's just that this junior is very well aware of how the junior's health is. Miss Konghou is still young and not good at pharmacology, so I'm afraid she is not suitable for it. Be a real medicine servant. There are many interruptions today, so I say goodbye." After speaking, he turned around and held Konghou's wrist and walked out.
"Huanzong, Huanzong." Kong Hou whispered, "Anyway, there is no time for cultivation, ten years is not long, maybe..."
"You are only sixteen years old this year, how can you say that ten years is not a long time?" Huan Zong stopped, turned around and smiled at Konghou, "Little girls should enjoy life in the best years, and there is no time for cultivation. Let's talk about it when you're a hundred years old."
He was with the sword all his life, and he never relaxed for a moment. After meeting Konghou, I realized how precious the time of my youth is. Even if the monk lives a long time, the time will never look back.
"But..." Konghou grabbed the corner of Huan Zong's clothes, "I want you to live a good life." It was obvious that Huan Zong was the saddest person at this time, but he smiled and talked to her, how could there be such a stupid person
"Silly girl." Huan Zong laughed softly, "I am a direct disciple of Liuguang Sect. Even if Wuming Zhenren is unwilling to help, he can still find other people. The teacher will not give up on me." He is over three hundred years old. How could a little girl be a medicine servant for others for him. Not to mention ten years, even if one day is not allowed, it is not allowed to die.
"Let's go." Huan Zong walked towards the carriage with Konghou's wrist across the fabric of his sleeve. "Konghou, you have to remember that many things can be achieved without compromise."
Even a cultivator cannot seek longevity. He wants the little girl to understand the truth that life and death cannot be forced. He was born to be the favored son of the heavens, and when he went out and traveled, he could meet little friends with pure and fresh personalities, which made him experience different joys of life, which is not a kind of luck.
"What are you two going for, did I say that you can't change the terms?" Wumingzhen stood on the steps, with his hands in his sleeves, and raised his eyebrows at the two of them, "Young people really don't know how to be polite, the elders haven't spoken yet, you guys Instead, let's go, come here."
Kong Hou took Huan Zong back and asked with a smile, "Senior, are you willing to help?"
Wuming Zhenren squinted at Huan Zong: "You act like a man." If this man was indifferent to the little girl's work as a medicine servant, he would definitely not be willing to help, but now he is willing to think about it.
Although good-looking men are annoying, good-looking men with conscience can make up for this shortcoming.
"I'm developing a medicine recently, but I still lack a very important medicine. If you can find this medicine, I can help your friend see a doctor." Wuming Zhenren pushed open the door of the medicine house and said to Konghou. , "Little girl, I made an exception today for the sake of your good eyes."
In this world, who doesn't like to be praised by others as beautiful? Although he doesn't like other good-looking men, it certainly doesn't include himself.
"Senior, what kind of medicine are you missing?" Konghou was a little worried, Huan Zong was already short of more than ten medicines, and the Wuming Zhenren had to ask them to find medicines, what if they couldn't find them
"A kind of flower that blooms at night, fades in an instant, and disappears when it falls into the mud." Wuming Zhenren looked at Konghou, "This kind of flower is called blue silver, do you have it?"
"Yes, how much do you want?" Konghou was overjoyed, and without thinking, he took out a large packet of petals from the storage ring and handed it to the unknown person: "Are these enough?" Fortunately, Senior Lin took these petals last night. Collected it, otherwise I really can't give it today.
A bag of blue silver flowers, a whole bag of blue silver flowers
Wuming Zhenren doubted his eyes, did he see an illusion? Blue silver flowers are extremely difficult to find, and it is even more difficult to encounter them in full bloom. Sometimes it is lucky to get a few of them. Such a large package is not blue silver flowers, but wild chrysanthemums on the roadside, right? He opened the cloth bag, no matter whether it was distinguished by its color, appearance or smell, it was undoubtedly a blue silver flower. He looked at Konghou in disbelief, as if he was still dreaming.
In fact, he had collected a small box of blue silver flowers in his medicine house, and he made this request just to embarrass them and let the little girl say something nicer in front of him. Unexpectedly, the other party actually took out the blue silver flower, and it was still such a big bag.
Such a big bag!
"Come in." Wuming Zhenren put Lan Yinhua in his storage bag, turned around and walked into the medicine house. Konghou dragged Huan Zong's sleeves and pulled him to quickly follow.
This medicine house is not only gorgeous on the outside, but also very lavishly furnished inside. During the shuttle, the medicine servants and medicine boys saw Wuming Zhenren passing by, and they all avoided and salute.
"Come with me this way." Wuming Zhenren came to the backyard and pushed open the door of a room. The room was empty, except for two futons, which was a small incense burner by the window. He walked to the incense burner, took out a piece of spice and lit it and put it in the incense burner. He turned to Huan Zong and said, "I'll use my spiritual energy to probe your meridians later. Don't resist my aura."
Huan Zong sat cross-legged on the futon silently, Wuming Zhenren sat down behind him, gathered his spiritual power in his palms, and placed his palms on Huan Zong's younger generation.
As soon as the spiritual energy entered Huan Zong's body, Wuming was surprised. This turned out to be a monk with five spiritual roots, and his meridians were condensed and powerful. It can be seen that the cultivation in the past must have been very hard. The spiritual energy slowly approached the spiritual platform, Wuming found that the spiritual energy inside was chaotic, and the spiritual platform was almost shattered, but even so, the spiritual energy in the spiritual platform was still very powerful, and the aura that Wuming had drawn was almost washed away by the powerful force in the spiritual platform. Fortunately, he responded quickly, and when he noticed something was wrong, he withdrew his spiritual energy, so that he was not attacked.
This man with a bone age of more than 300 years has a cultivation base that is even higher than that of an old man who has lived for thousands of years. If it wasn't for a problem with the Lingtai, I'm afraid the cultivation base would be even more astonishing.
"Senior, how is it?" Seeing Wuming's serious expression, Konghou quickly leaned over to help him up, "Do you have a cure?"
"The inner demon is not peaceful, although it is not incurable, but it is also very difficult." Wuming Zhenren shook his head slowly, although he was not used to Huan Zong's face, but as a senior, he felt a little bit for Huan Zong's talent. It's a pity, "If he can't see through it himself, his mood will not be stable."
He saw that Konghou's cultivation was not high enough, and he probably didn't know that the higher the cultivator's realm, the more dangerous his state of mind would be. Looking back at Huan Zong who stood up indifferently, he snorted softly, "For Blue Silver Flower's sake, I will make some medicinal pills for him. When the spirit platform is out of control, you can take one and temporarily put it in the spirit platform. The chaotic aura is suppressed."
"Thank you, senior." Huan Zong bowed to Wuming Zhenren, but his face was neither happy nor angry, and he could not see any emotion.
"You don't have to thank me, we've got both money and goods." Wuming Zhenren slapped his sleeves, "My medicine house can't hold foreign guests, and you will come to me to get the medicine pills in seven days."
"Don't dare to disturb the seniors, it's fine for us to live outside." Konghou showed a big smile to Wuming Zhenren.
Wuming Zhenren looked at Konghou and then turned to look at Huan Zong. He didn't know what to think, so he waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, let's go, don't bother me these few days."
The three were rushed to the street by the real person Wuming. Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Konghou turned to Lin Hu and said, "Senior Lin, fortunately, you have the foresight to put away the petals, otherwise we will have nothing for Wuming today. It's real."
Lin Hu moved the corners of his lips, but did not speak. If Konghou hadn't asked the son to go up to the roof to enjoy the flowers last night, he would not have known that there would be such a large area of blue silver flowers in full bloom outside the valley. Rather than saying it was his credit, it was better that Konghou discovered them.
Wuming Zhenren has a weird temper. He is often happy one moment and angry the next. This time he is willing to concoct alchemy for the young master, which is a surprise to them. Although I didn't get the medicinal materials I wanted, this bottle of medicinal herbs was more precious than the medicinal materials.
With the elixir refined by Wuming Zhenren, there will be no more problems with the son's body for the time being, which makes Lin Hu feel a lot more at ease. At least in this way, they still have time to slowly find the medicine they need on the secret recipe.
After receiving the news from the sect, the shopkeeper of the Yuxiaomen branch sent someone to guard the city gate. He heard that the direct disciple of the main sect had finally entered the city. Outside the medicine house.
He sat in the carriage and watched the three people being driven out by Wuming Zhenren, hesitant to show up at such an embarrassing moment. This kind of face-saving scene, the direct disciple of the main sect, I am afraid that others do not want to see it. Seeing that the three of them were about to leave in a carriage, the branch shopkeeper couldn't sit still. He jumped out of the carriage and said, "The Immortal Chief, please stay, I will be ordered by Sect Master Jinyue to deliver things to the Immortal Chief."
Huan Zong stopped and looked back at the man who ran over. This man's cultivation base is only the tenth level of qi refining, and he dresses like a rich man, with a slightly flattering smile on his chubby face.
"I've seen two immortals, I've seen a fairy." The branch shopkeeper saluted, "The next is the branch shopkeeper assigned by Yuxiaomen in Yicheng. The day before yesterday, he received the Fei Xun from the main sect, and the old man asked him to prepare. There are some good things that can be used outside, waiting for the arrival of the fairy here."
"You said that the sect master asked you to wait for me?" Huan Zong was a little surprised, how could the master suddenly let someone bring things over.
"Please take a look at Xianchang." The branch shopkeeper put a storage ring in both hands, "The branch is small, and I can't collect any good things for a while. Please forgive me." The branch shopkeeper has long heard of Liu The reputation of Guangzong's sword cultivators is most afraid of them being dissatisfied with drawing their swords, so they dare not show the slightest inappropriateness in front of them.
"It's too much trouble." Lin Hu took the storage ring and nodded to the shopkeeper.
"Don't dare." The branch shopkeeper bowed and took two steps back, "I will not disturb the rest of the fairy and the fairy, and leave."
Lin Hu nodded slightly, and after waiting for the shopkeeper to get into the carriage to leave, he wondered, was it because the son sent a special product back last time, so that the sect master misunderstood the son's lack of spirit stone flowers
That's true. Children who never send things home suddenly send things to their elders. It's really easy to think about it.
But the young master has been to the secret realm over the years, beheaded evil cultivators, and has a lot of magic gems and spirit stones on his body. How could he be short of spirit stones? Suspicious in his heart, but it is not easy to discuss such things on the street, Lin Hu drove the carriage to find the best inn in the city. Because he had to stay in Yicheng for a few more days, this time he did not book a room, but a small courtyard.
"Young Master." Lin Hu handed the storage ring to Huan Zong, "I checked and there are no other spells on it."
Seeing that Huan Zong was about to put away the storage ring at will, he couldn't help but said: "How about you use your divine sense to see what's inside?" With the character of the sect master, he would not rashly let the people who belonged to the sect send things. There must be some misunderstanding in there.
Huan Zong probed his divine sense into the storage ring, and found that in addition to some magical tools, talismans, and spirit stones, many items suitable for girls accounted for most of them. Shining hairpin jewelry, robes, flying swords studded with various gems, and even embroidered shoes of various sizes.
Huan Zong, who lived for more than 300 years, did not understand Master's mind for the first time, so what did he do with the things that so many women were given to him? These clothes are pink, yellow, red and red, all kinds of styles are gathered together, there are about dozens of sets.
Seeing that Huan Zong's expression was a little weird, Lin Hu said worriedly, "Young Master, is something wrong?"
"Look." Huan Zong handed him the storage ring. Lin Hu took the storage ring, swept it with his divine sense, and fell silent.
After a while, he hesitated and said: "Did the sect disciples go back a few days ago and tell the sect master that you have a Konghou girl beside you. These things... may have been prepared for Konghou girl."
In the past, he always thought that the relationship between the Liuguang Sect and the Yunhua Sect was flat, but he did not expect that the sect master valued the disciples of the Yunhua Sect so much. In this storage ring, all the things that the girls could use were prepared.
"What do you mean, these things are all prepared for Konghou?" Huan Zong took the collection ring, and then scanned the contents of the storage ring with his divine sense. . This robe is a bit bigger and doesn't suit her, but this pink one looks good.
Seeing that the son's consciousness has not been recovered, Lin Hu coughed twice: "Master?"
"Huh?" Huan Zong put away the storage ring as if nothing had happened, "What's the matter?"
"It's okay, I just wanted to remind you that Miss Konghou wants to go shopping in the afternoon, would you like to go with her?" Lin Hu asked.
"Well." Huan Zong stood up, "I see."
Know what it means, to go or not to go? Seeing him go out, Lin Hu walked towards the room where Miss Konghou lived, shook his head and sighed. After so many years, the son is willing to learn to enjoy life.
But thinking of the son's physical condition, he would rather the son be like a cold sword, rather than the current situation, always worrying about the shattering of the spiritual platform and the risk of his life.
Huan Zong came to the door of Konghou's room: "Konghou, is it convenient now?"
The door was quickly opened from the inside, and Kong Hou, with loose hair, said to him, "Huan Zong, sit down for a while and wait for me to comb my hair." Her skin was white, her hair was loose, and her face looked smaller.
Huan Zong sat down on the chair near the door, his index finger rubbed the storage ring unconsciously, and quietly watched Kong Hou comb his hair.
"When I first came to the Cultivation World, I didn't know how to comb my hair. In order to help me get a beautiful double bun, the two senior brothers followed the senior sisters from other peaks to learn how to comb my hair for several days." He held his hair in a bun, and there were fake sideburns and hairpins on the dressing table, and a table full of them, "But no matter how much they learn, they can't comb them well. The senior sisters disliked them for being clumsy, and later they were replaced by senior sisters. Brush my hair."
I remember that during that time, my senior sisters liked to comb her hair in all kinds of buns. They also prepared a lot of beautiful clothes and hair chains for her, and they dressed her in different patterns every day. Later, if she hadn't learned to comb her hair by herself and had to retreat and practice, I'm afraid the senior sisters would have maintained this hobby for a long time.
"You are a direct disciple, how come there are no servants to serve you?" Huan Zong was a little surprised. In their Glazed Light Sect, the most important thing for direct disciples is to cultivate.
"What do you want a maid to do?" Konghou put a flower tin between her eyebrows, and the bright red flower tin made her skin look more white and tender, "The Five Elements Church will manage the affairs of the sect, and you can go to the dining hall for meals. The sect did not pass it on. The rules for disciples to arrange servants, it is not troublesome to do small things by yourself."
Although Yunhuamen pays attention to being at ease, it doesn't want to make its disciples ruthless, who can't do anything except practice, so they don't assign servants to their disciples. But if the disciples want to spend money to buy servants to serve in the sect, the sect will not stop them. However, after everyone stayed together for a long time, gradually no one asked for servants to serve.
I didn't expect that Yunhuamen would be so casual to his direct disciples, Huan Zong didn't know what to say.
"Okay." Konghou turned around to face Huan Zong, and pointed at Huadian between his foreheads: "Does it look good?"
This is the first time she has posted this, and she is a little nervous.
"It's beautiful." Huan Zong looked at the peach blossom or pear blossom on her forehead, and nodded without hesitation, "It's beautiful."
Hearing that Huanzong said that he looked good, Konghou was relieved, and she stood up: "I kept you waiting, let's go out for a walk now?" Thinking of what Wumingren said, Konghou wanted to take Huanzong to a popular place. Go, let him relax.
Looking at Huan Zong's calm face, Kong Hou smiled, maybe it was not Huan Zong but her who needed to relax.
"Okay." Huan Zong squeezed the storage ring, and decided to wait until he came back to give Konghou something suitable for girls. Konghou likes pretty things, will she be happy if you give her these clothes
The two asked the inn staff where the most famous embroidery shop in Yicheng was, and they began to look for it while asking. All the passers-by who were asked by Konghou were very enthusiastic, and the last enthusiastic aunt even took them directly outside the Embroidery Pavilion.
"Girl, not only embroidery but also jewelry are sold here." Auntie glanced at Huan Zong who was following Konghou, and whispered, "Choose slowly, a man who is willing to spend money for you may not be good, but he is reluctant to bear it. A rich man who pays you money is definitely not a good thing."
After speaking, before Huan Zong and Konghou could react, they twisted their plump waists and walked away.
Kong Hou blinked blankly, what was that kind aunt talking about just now
"Let's go in." Huan Zong naturally heard what the woman said just now, and the other party was afraid that he had misunderstood his relationship with Konghou. What can a man in his 300s have with a 16-year-old girl
"Oh, good." Konghou nodded. As soon as she stepped into the door of the embroidery pavilion, she was attracted by the gorgeous dresses and silks inside. She looked left and right, and only thought this one was beautiful, and that one was also beautiful. pretty.
Beautiful and delicate things, the price is also more delicate, after some selection, Konghou almost emptied all the budget. She lay on the shelf where the hairpins were placed and looked at them for a while before deciding to give up the hairpin she liked and buy an extra handkerchief for each of Senior Sister and Elder Qiushuang.
"There are a total of 1,208 spirit stones. Because you have bought a lot of goods, we only charge you 1,200 spirit stones." The lady in the blue shirt smiled and took the kit handed over by Konghou. After pouring the spiritual stone into the magic weapon to measure the number, he continued to smile, "Welcome to visit next time."
Huan Zong was dazzled by the colorful embroidery and could not pick out the beauty and ugliness. With the help of Konghou, he randomly selected a bunch of embroidery items and let the female servant wrap them up. After walking out of the embroidery pavilion, he felt much better. .
Seeing his reaction, Konghou laughed out loud: "Huan Zong, your face is so ugly."
"Let's go to the post station now and send the things out." Apart from his paler face than usual, Huan Zong's expression was still indifferent, but his desire to send things out became stronger.
Fortunately, the post station was not far away. When Konghou used his divine sense to enter the place to send the item on the jade slip, Huan Zong suddenly said, "I bought one less item. You wait for me for a while, and I will be right back."
"Okay." Konghou nodded, put all kinds of embroidery and letters written to the teachers into the storage bag, and handed it to the Feijian messenger.
"The delivery fee is fifty-eight spirit stones, you can just give fifty-five spirit stones." The Feijian messenger handed the voucher to Konghou, "Please rest assured, girl, we will deliver the things on time."
"Thank you." Konghou nodded. The delivery fee for fifty-five spirit stones was not cheap, but he was still happy to be able to send something to the teacher's door.
It didn't take long for Huan Zong to come back. When Konghou saw him go through the delivery procedures, he didn't put anything in the storage bag again: "Didn't you buy something?"
Huan Zong gave the Lingshi's hand for a moment, lowered his eyelids and said, "I made a mistake."
"Oh." Konghou didn't think much, went to the restaurant with Huan Zong to taste the local signature dishes, walked around, and when he returned to the inn, it was already dark.
"Konghou." Huan Zong called to Konghou who was about to push the door back to the room.
Konghou turned his head in confusion, and Huan Zong put a small box in her hand: "Rest early." After saying this, he hurriedly turned and left.
Looking at the back of Huan Zong leaving, Kong Hou lowered his head and opened the brocade box.
Under the moonlight, the beautiful hairpin lay in the brocade box and glowed. It was the one that she looked at for a long time in the afternoon and was not willing to buy it.