"Master Zhai?" Lin Hu saw that An He suddenly stood still at the door, thinking that the son's face was too cold, so that the other party did not dare to enter. He walked to the door and saw that the young master looked very calm, and there was nothing wrong with the decorations in the hall, so what happened
An He smiled reluctantly, stepped into the door, and gave a big gift to Huan Zong: "The previous master of the Zhai Wumi, the former master of Hefeng Zhai, passed away a few years ago, and I will thank the next generation of masters."
As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted up his robe and knelt down: "An He Dai Jiashi Xie Engong for saving his life." After speaking, Natou bowed.
"I met Wumi Zhenren just by chance. Master Anzhai doesn't have to be so polite." Huan Zong raised his hand lightly, and An He, who was about to kowtow, stood up uncontrollably. He couldn't hide his horror and looked at Huan Zong. With his Nascent Soul cultivation base, in front of this person, he couldn't even control his body.
Who is this person? It's just that he looks better than him, and even his cultivation base is higher than him. When did this person exist in the cultivation world, and why has he never heard of it? In the entire cultivation world, there are only a handful of people who are similar in age to him but whose cultivation is higher than him. If it weren't for his excellent talent, he would not have become a Yuanying monk in just two hundred years, and he even inherited the position of the head of Hefengzhai.
Master Zhongxi of Liuguang Sect is one, and Changde of Zhaohan Sect is one. The former has not appeared in the world of self-cultivation for a long time. There are rumors that the real person Zhong Xi is obsessed with kendo, his heart is as cold as iron, and his appearance is also very terrifying. People who have seen him are often too scared to speak by his appearance. Zhao Hanzong's Changde age is younger than him, but now it is only a golden elixir, and he does not know when he will be able to break through his state of mind and become the ancestor of Yuanying.
There are also Wu Chuan from Yunhua Sect and Ling Yue from Jiufeng Sect, who are barely considered to be the proud sons of heaven, but he has seen the former, and the whole person is dull and boring. . He had also seen Ling Yue of Jiufeng Sect, she was a woman.
"How can I forget the life-saving grace of the grace, for the grace, this is just a little effort, for the sect, the grace is the immortal who saves the sect from water and fire." Although An He's heart is already turbulent at the moment, but on the face But he didn't dare to reveal half of it, for fear of causing dissatisfaction with the benefactor.
"On that day, I rescued the real Wumi from Xie Xiu's hands. He gave this small courtyard to him. I have already been in love with him. Master Anzhai doesn't have to worry about this." Huan Zong pointed to the seat next to him. "Master, please take a seat, but I really can't accept your gift."
Obviously, the other party's tone was calm, and his breath was no different from that of ordinary people, but An He was a little weak in front of this person. Huan Zong asked him to sit down, but he could only sit down honestly, not daring to say anything else. As a fasting lord, he has personal temperaments and preferences, but when he appears in front of others as a fasting lord, he has to put it all down.
"Engong is so arrogant and flamboyant, I am even more convinced. If there is any need in the future, I will define it." Seeing that the other party really didn't intend to let him repay his kindness, An He could only give up.
The conversation between the two seemed to have nothing to say. Although Huan Zong did not bluntly tell An He to leave, his eyes were full of this meaning. Where can An He sit still, although he has just sat down: "Yancheng has a beautiful scenery. Engong is here, so he should take a good look at the scenery here."
Huan Zong nodded.
"Then... farewell?" An He stood up, only to feel that the ceremony was too solemn, making him almost breathless.
"Walk slowly." Huan Zong nodded slightly to him. As a disciple of Liuguang Sect, in order to show his friendly attitude, Huan Zong squeezed out a stiff smile.
What does this smile mean? An He was shocked and suspicious. Could it be that he felt that his sincerity in repaying his kindness was not enough? He wanted to say a few more words to express his gratitude in his heart, but the benefactor turned expressionless again, and he could only swallow back the words that had just reached his lips.
Just as he was about to step over the threshold, he heard Eun Goong stop him.
"Wait." Huan Zong got up and walked behind An He.
A fine layer of sweat appeared on An He's forehead. When Huan Zong approached him, he almost subconsciously took out his magic weapon and fanned it out for defense.
"I heard that the Hundred Flowers Ball in your city is very popular?"
"Don't dare, it just happens to let everyone join in the fun." An He thought to himself, does the benefactor have any opinion on the Hundred Flowers Dance
"If that's the case, there are three good places reserved for me by Lord Lao Zong." Huan Zong said, "I have a fellow Taoist who is very interested in the Hundred Flowers Ball in Precious Land."
"It's my honor to be here, and I will definitely arrange the best position for you." An He turned to face the master. Although he was not an opponent of the master, standing face to face made him feel more secure.
"It's work." Huan Zong smiled again at An He when he heard the reply that satisfied him.
Seeing the smile on his face, An He clasped his fist at him: "Farewell."
Lin Hu looked at the back of him leaving in a hurry, turned to Huan Zong and said, "He is the apprentice who often praised Wu Mi when he was alive."
"The talent is good." Huan Zong commented in a mild manner, turned his head and asked, "How many days has Konghou entered the settlement?"
"Master, Miss Konghou only started to enter the meditation yesterday." Lin Hu glanced at the sky outside, "It's still early, do you want me to go shopping with you to buy something?"
Huan Zong glanced at him and turned his head: "No need."
It's not sad for Lin Hu to be rejected. Anyway, young people like to play with young people. He is old, and it's normal for the son to not want to go out with him. "Then go shopping by yourself."
Huan Zong: "..."
"I'm going to meditate." Huan Zong turned and went back to his room.
Outside the courtyard gate, the disciples of Hefengzhai saw An He strode out from the inside, and hurriedly stood up straight to welcome him on the horse. The younger brother who was close to An He saw that his expression was a little unsightly, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, is that benefactor's temper very difficult to get along with?"
An He didn't speak, and the other party's temper couldn't tell whether they would get along well, because they didn't say a few words from beginning to end. But one thing he can already be sure of, the other party has no ill will towards Hefengzhai.
"Junior Brother, do you think female cultivators will look better than men after they disguise themselves as men?" All the way back to Zhainei in silence. After closing the door, An He finally asked the question in his heart.
"Women disguise themselves as men?" The junior brother laughed, "Eldest brother, this is not a play. With your cultivation, can't you tell whether the other person's root is male or female?" What happened to the senior brother these days? I suspect that the little girl is disguising as a man, and I don't know who is disguising as a man today.
An He's face was even more ugly: "I see, you can go back to practice."
The younger brother did not ask any further questions, he exited An He's room and closed the door for him.
The sun went down and rose again, and after repeating this three times, the door of the room where Kong Hou was opened opened. In the heartbeat period, she is in a good mood with a stable and good mood. Her fair face shows a healthy pink, and even her steps are cheerful.
"Miss Konghou, you have finished your meditation?" Lin Hu, who was holding a bowl of soup, saw Konghou and stopped to look at her face, "It seems that you have gained something from this meditation."
Konghou smiled and nodded, seeing Lin Hu holding the decoction in his hand: "Has Huanzong's disease relapsed again?"
Lin Hu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Don't worry, it's just a small problem."
"I'll go see him with you." Kong Hou followed behind Lin Hu, "He hasn't been doing well these days?"
"Well..." Lin Hu nodded vaguely, and then asked, "The girl is still arguing with the son, is it inappropriate to go now?"
"Ten hours are already over. The sick person is in a bad mood, so I'd better coax him more, and let's not talk about the past." Konghou still remembered that he said that he would ignore the matter of Emperor Huan for ten hours. " I'm angry with him, not to break up with him."
With a smile on Lin Hu's face, he came to Huanzong's door and knocked on the door: "Young Master, Miss Konghou and I are here to bring medicine."
The door opened quickly, and Huan Zong, who was wearing a wide-sleeved robe, was standing behind the door. His dark blue silk was not tied with a jade crown, but was draped behind him. With that pale, bloodless face, it was more like a beauty sickness. son.
"Huan Zong, are you okay?" Kong Hou's eyes alternated between surprise and worry, but in the end, worry prevailed.
"Go and sit on the soft couch first." Konghou grabbed his wide sleeves, pulled him to sit on the soft couch, turned his head and said to Lin Hu, "Senior Lin, come in quickly, don't let the medicine get cold by the wind. already."
Lin Hu closed the door and brought the medicine to Huan Zong: "Young Master, take medicine."
Huan Zong looked at Konghou, and then turned to look at Lin Dendur, with a somewhat inexplicable expression. An hour ago, Dendrobium Lin said that more and more flowers were blooming recently, and he was worried that his body would feel uncomfortable when he smelled the strong fragrance of flowers, so he took preventive medicine. Why is it that when the medicine is brought back, Konghou's expression is like something major has happened to his body.
"The medicine is neither hot nor cold, and it is just right to drink." Konghou took the medicine bowl from Lin Hu's hand, tested the temperature with the back of his hand, and handed the medicine bowl to Huan Zong's mouth, "People who are not in good health should not be too capricious."
"Yes, there is work." The fair and slender hand was too close to him, so close that he could smell the faint fragrance on the back of her hand, Huan Zong took the bowl and drank it, not even feeling the smell of the medicine in his mouth. arrive.
Just thinking, there is only the faint scent of flowers on the back of the little girl's hand in her breath.
"Cough cough." He drank too quickly, he couldn't get used to it, he coughed a few times: "I have reserved a seat for the Hundred Flowers Ball, will you accompany me to watch it then?"
"Okay." Konghou patted him on the back, but he didn't dare to pat him too hard, for fear that she would vomit blood when he patted a beautiful man. Sick people always need to be treated with kindness.
"Are you still mad at me?" Huan Zong rinsed his mouth with water and wiped the corners of his mouth, his always calm face was a little helpless, "I'm sorry, I did something wrong in the past, which made you angry. If you accidentally get hurt, I won't hide it from you."
"Huan Zong, it's not just about injuries." Konghou pulled up the quilt on the soft couch and put it on Huan Zong's knees. He was angry and funny at what he said, but at his flawless face. , she was only helpless and distressed: "No one is perfect and invincible, you can be unhappy when you are unhappy, you can say pain when you are injured, and you can show weakness when you are sick. This is not incompetence, but …”
Konghou paused, trying to describe his thoughts in words: "How should I say, we cultivators pursue the Dao, and our lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary people. For such a long time, we have to bear everything by ourselves, support ourselves, and are incomparable to ourselves. Harsh, this kind of life is too tiring, what is the meaning of the avenue of longevity?"
"In the long years, it's the enjoyment of life to lose a little temper when you're angry, you don't need to be strong when you're injured, and you show weakness when you're sick." Konghou squatted beside the soft collapse, looking at Huan Zong with big black eyes, "I'm mad at you. Don't feel sorry for yourself, is your behavior worthy of this perfect body?"
"Don't be angry." Huan Zong smiled at Konghou, stretched out his jade-like hand, and gently pulled twice on her sleeve.
"Huh?" Konghou looked at his sleeve, "Huanzong, what do you mean?"
"I'm showing weakness and acting like a spoiled child when I'm sick." Huan Zong looked at Konghou seriously, his ears blushing, "I'm acting like a spoiled child, you can't be angry anymore."
Konghou, Konghou She is addicted to the supreme beauty of men, and nods without any standpoint: "I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all."
A beautiful man acts like a spoiled child with a straight face, which is really irresistible. How can there be such a lovely man as Huan Zong in the world? !
Under the apricot tree in the yard, Dendrobium Lin leaned against the trunk, and looked up at the sky with his arms around his chest. There were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, which was very beautiful. Sure enough, the relationship between young people is the best. Even when he went out of the house, the two of them didn't notice.
There was a knock on the door, he glanced at the two people in the room, turned and walked to the outer courtyard, and opened the door.
"Hello, Old Ancestor Lin." The person who came was An He's junior brother, and he presented the three gilded invitations with both hands, "Five days later, there will be the Hundred Flowers Ball. This is a VIP invitation sent by the master of the sect, and please invite me at the time of introduction. The old ancestor and the benefactor looked at each other."
"Thank you." Lin Hu took the invitation, "I will definitely come to disturb you then."
There was a smile on the younger brother's face. Although this Old Ancestor Lin didn't have many expressions, he was very talkative. With such a servant, no matter how strange the temperament of the master is, it will not be unacceptable.
Huanzong, who "reconciled" with Konghou, was in a good mood. When eating dinner at night, he even asked Linhu how to make spicy fish fillets. Lin Hu looked at Huanzong and Konghou's enthusiasm and eagerness to learn, and told them from beginning to end.
"I'm not a Jianxiu, so I'm definitely not good at cutting fish fillets." Listening to the complicated ingredients process and how to master the heat, Konghou was very self-aware, so she decided to give up learning this life skill.
Jian Xiu Huan Zong: "..."
"Cooking hurts your hands, little girl, don't learn." Huan Zong changed the topic, "I asked Lin Hu to put the refining furnace and the fine fire in the right side room, and we will practice refining tomorrow."
"Okay." Konghou was still brooding about the fact that he had only developed an ugly and useless low-level iron hoop. He heard Huan Zong mention this, and quickly responded. How can it be so important to learn to refine a little thing like cooking
A Feixun talisman flew through the darkness, and Konghou reached out to catch it. With a scan of her divine sense, she could see that this Feixun Talisman was not only passed on to her, but to all the disciples in the sect who were out of the house.
Seeing that her face became ugly, Huan Zong put down his chopsticks: "Konghou, what happened?"
"There are evil cultivators who are trying to poison our new Yunhuamen disciples, and one of the disciples is Shan Linggen, who is very talented. Fortunately, these new disciples were alert and found the disguise of the evil cultivator, and took the opportunity to escape from her hands. " Putting the Feixun Talisman on the table, Konghou frowned.
"Your sect... do you want to call you back?" Huan Zong felt that his heart was empty and uncomfortable. During this period of time, he was accustomed to this smart and lively little girl by his side, and he hardly thought that she would leave.
It was not until the arrival of this Feixun Talisman that he woke up. Konghou was neither his disciple nor his classmate. Sooner or later, she would leave his side and return to Yunhuamen.
"I didn't mention it in the letter, it just tells us to pay attention to safety, don't trust others easily, and don't go to remote places. Only the disciples in remote places need to be recalled." Konghou shook his head, "Disciples like me don't need to return to the sect. If you are a sect, you just need to help the sect to check if there are any evil cultivators involved when you pass by the affiliated sect or the affiliated state city.”
"So it is." Huan Zong's eyebrows and eyes widened, "If I remember correctly, the next place is Fengzhou. The city is not big, and it is guarded by a small sect called Jixiang Pavilion. This Jixiang Pavilion happens to be a subsidiary of Guizong. Sect. Five days later, after we visited the Hundred Flowers Ball, we went directly to Fengzhou by the instrument."
"Is it an affiliated sect of our Yunhuamen?" Konghou pulled out the Yunhuamen disciples' training manual from the storage ring. The last few pages listed all the affiliated sects and cities under the name of Yunhuamen. The most inconspicuous place at the bottom, Sure enough, it says Fengzhou Auspicious Pavilion.
In the past six years, in addition to retreating and cultivating, she has been studying the Fa with her master and senior brothers, and in the rest of her spare time, she has spent the rest of her free time playing with her senior sisters. She has not yet had a clear understanding of the power of Yunhuamen. Because the senior sisters often told her that children are not sensible if they are too early, and they worry too much about trivial matters, the president will become ugly if they are not tall, and the masters and senior brothers do not want her to worry about the sect and mundane things too early, so she has been living a life of cultivation. Monthly salary but not working days.
At this moment, when he heard that people from other sects, Huan Zong, knew the sphere of influence of Yunhuamen better than himself, Konghou felt a little embarrassed, and decided to memorize the list at the back of the manual in the past few days.
"The little girl can't worry too much." Huan Zong brought the soup to Konghou, "Not only will it affect the mood of cultivation, but it will also cause hair loss."
"Hair loss?" Konghou touched the end of his hair that made him very satisfied, "Really?"
Huan Zong nodded, his expression was so calm that he didn't seem to be joking: "There is a female disciple in my sect, who was always worrying about other things for a while, and then her hair began to fall out a lot, and she took a lot of medicine pills. Let the hair grow back."
Konghou threw the manual into the storage ring, and learning should be done step by step, not rote memorization.
After dinner, Konghou went back to the house to rest, Lin Hu practiced a set of swordsmanship for Huan Zong to see, Huan Zong gave some pointers, and after seeing that Lin Hu had understood everything, he said, "Lin Hu, don't use my body to scare me in the future. She was still a little girl."
"Young Master, I remember Fairy Tengluo losing her hair because she practiced something wrong." Lin Hu answered the question.
"It's because her mind is unstable and her thoughts go wrong that her cultivation goes wrong." Huan Zong looked at him blankly, "What's the problem?"
"No." Lin Hu shook his head, "I'll go back to sleep."
Looking at Lin Hu's back, Huan Zong turned his head to look at Ruan Tu, his face a little uncomfortable.
He... He is a man over 300 years old, how can he really act like a spoiled child to the little girl, it is extremely shameful.
The Hundred Flowers Ball is a good day to enjoy the flowers, the scenery, the dance and the beauties. However, the beauty is separated from the clouds, and can only be admired but not blasphemous. In the early years, there were people who didn't understand the rules, and their words were very disrespectful to the beauty of Baihua. In the end, they were beaten by the disciples of Hefengzhai and threw them out of the gate of Yancheng.
After a long time, everyone who came to Yancheng to participate in the Hundred Flowers Ball knows that the Hundred Flowers Beauty is a serious girl, there are ordinary people and female nuns, and they only perform Huaxian on the stage to make the Hundred Flowers Ball more lively.
This year is the 200th anniversary of the Hundred Flowers Ball, so it was very lively this year. For this grand event, Hefengzhai has been preparing for nearly half a year. On the day when the Hundred Flowers Dance officially started, the inner city of Yancheng was almost crowded, and even the food stalls in the outer city were crowded with tourists from all over the world. The number of admission tickets for the inner gate is limited. Tourists who did not grab the admission tickets sighed and could only wait until tomorrow to enter.
The Hundred Flowers Ball will be held for seven consecutive days, but the first day is the most lively. Those who can squeeze into the inner city on this day will be happy. There are Hefengzhai disciples standing all over the street. Everyone steals, throws garbage, makes a noise and disturbs the order. No matter what their identity is, they will be dragged out.
The annual Hundred Flowers Ball is one of the major hobbies of the local people in Yancheng.
On the viewing stage, all the big figures who received invitations from Hefengzhai took their seats one after another. It was soon discovered that there were still three vacancies in the place closest to Anzhai Lord, and no one knew who was so calm during the grand event.
The heads of several small sects who were friends with Hefengzhai smiled and asked, "Master Anzhai, how many distinguished guests are not here today?" An He's ability to arrange their positions in this place is enough to prove that their identities are very special. .
"These are the life-saving benefactors of my teacher before his death. Engong has been busy cultivating all these years, and I have no chance to see it." An Hechao nodded his head, "Fortunately, Engong finally came to Yancheng in the past few days. ."
Hearing An He's words, everyone suddenly understood that it was Wumi's savior, no wonder An He was so solemn. When everyone was guessing the identities of these three people, they saw three people from the Hefeng Sect disciple lead approaching here. The man at the head was unusually handsome, dressed in top-grade robes, his face was white and colorless, and he looked very difficult to get along with. The little girl next to him looked young, but she was already in the heartbeat period. She had a smile on her beautiful face and looked gentle and amiable. The man walking behind the two of them had a resolute expression. The black brocade robe on his body looked ordinary, but it was also a top-grade robe, and the aura on his body was also very restrained.
This is... This is the ancestor of the Yuan Ying period
The head of the cultivation base, who is already at the peak of the Jindan stage, can vaguely see the cultivation base of the black-robed man, but the Jindan cultivation base is a realm shorter than the Yuanying cultivation base, and they can't see it clearly.
"Eunuch, please take your seat." The moment Huan Zong appeared, An He involuntarily stood up to meet him, and bowed his hands to Huan Zong, "Two fellow Taoists, please take your seat." When his eyes fell on Konghou , An He was stunned for a moment, wasn't this the female nun who was at the gate of the city that day and didn't respond to his appearance
Huan Zong noticed An He's look at Konghou, and said, "The Lord of Lao Zhai will lead the way."
An He immediately came back to his senses: "Please come this way."
Huan Zong did not follow him immediately, but turned to Konghou and said, "Konghou, come here." There were many monks present today, as well as many sect leaders and peak masters. Konghou was still young and could not be frightened by these people.
Konghou stretched out two fingers and quietly grabbed the edge of his sleeve, showing him a bright smile.
An He, who was walking in front, noticed that the female cultivator's attention was on the benefactor from beginning to end, and she didn't give him a second look except for the ceremony just now.
After the three of them were seated, An He Chao Huanzong cupped his hands and said, "I don't know who this fairy is?"
"My friend." Huan Zong said lightly.
An He: "… "
Thanks, I know this is your friend, but what about the name and identity