Ascending, Do Not Disturb

Chapter 52: The Ball of Flowers

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"Please take a seat." Looking at Huan Zong's expressionless face, An He decided to give up and continue to ask questions, and turned to the head of the peak master and others who were present: "Fellow Daoist, this young master was the teacher before his death. Savior."

"The Tao is friendly." Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, the monks present were very friendly and polite to Huan Zong and the other three. One is that they want to give An He face, and the other is that Huan Zong's background is not easy.

Huan Zong's expressionless face seemed to them mysterious and unpredictable, and his silence seemed to them to have the appearance of a master. All in all, it's very mysterious and can't afford to offend.

An He introduced the identities of all the guests present to Huan Zong one by one.

"This is the owner of Wuweizhuang, the real person in Baian."

"Are you a real person who is skilled in cooking and has entered the Dao with cooking skills?" When Konghou heard the words "Wuweizhuang", his eyes instantly became bright as stars. She heard from the senior sister in the dining hall in Zongmen that although Wuweizhuang is small, the monks in it are very good at cooking, especially the master of Wuweizhuang, Bai Anzhen. It can make women's face more beautiful. In the past hundred years, the suzerain has tried many times to make friends with the real person of Bai An, but unfortunately the real master of Bai An did not seem to have a good relationship with the head. To be able to return disappointed, the idea of making Wuweizhuang attached to it is not easy to say.

The disciples up and down the sect were very disappointed with the result, but they still had weak hopes in their hearts for winning over Wuweizhuang. Even every disciple who goes out to practice will be told by the brothers and sisters that if they encounter the disciples of Wuweizhuang who are bullied by others, they should be brave to help when they have the strength. If they feel grateful, they are willing to attach To their Yunhuamen name

"I have long admired the great name of the real person, and seeing the real person today is truly an immortal spirit, and the reputation is well-deserved." Kong Hou stood up and gave a junior salute to the real person in the white case. Many people have an inherent impression of chefs, that is, fat or greasy. However, this real person in the white case is different. He is thin, wearing a light blue robe, with silver-white hair and white hair, and he has a fairy spirit all over his body.

In the face of Konghou's enthusiastic attitude, Bai Anzhen was very puzzled. Most of the monks in the cultivation world entered the Dao with the mainstream methods of refining tools, alchemy, beasts, painting talismans, internal cultivation of magic, and external cultivation of weapons. A cultivator who entered the Tao with a kitchen, his cultivation base is not high, his use is not great, and his status in the world of self-cultivation is very low.

Could it be that the elders in the little girl's family told her some messy rumors, which made her believe it, so she had a beautiful misunderstanding of him

"Fairy's words are serious." Although the real person Bai An couldn't guess the identity of Konghou, he was very polite to her. He saw that the hairpin rings and other objects on the little girl's body were all magical or divine weapons, and the robes on her body were blessed with many layers of runes. Although he is the owner of the village, he can't really offend these characters.

"It's the real person who is too modest." Because there were other people present, this was not a place for small talk, Konghou was embarrassed to talk to the real person Bai An for too long, so he could only smile brightly at the real person Bai An after he sat down.

This smile is so cute and lovable that the real person Bai An couldn't help but give her a smile.

An He, who was sitting in the main seat, was in a very complicated mood. This little beauty could be so enthusiastic about an old man like Bai Yan, why did she have a flat attitude towards him? Although he was very entangled in his heart, he still insisted on introducing the others to Huan Zong.

These sects all have friendships with Hefengzhai, some are more out-of-home sects, and some have never heard of Konghou, but everyone is polite and polite to each other, and it does not make the atmosphere awkward.

"This is a direct disciple of the Glazed Light Sect, fellow Daoist Xiaodong." Hefengzhai is an affiliated sect of the Glazed Light Sect. They will hold the Centennial Hundred Flowers Ball, and the Glazed Light Sect will definitely send someone here. This is also the reason why so many sect leaders are present today, what if the Glazed Light Sect takes a fancy to them

Immediately, everyone saw that the Glazed Light Sect disciple who had not spoken much from the beginning to the end stood up, walked to the mysterious fellow Taoist, and bowed to him as a younger generation: "Disciple Xiaodong has seen Master Uncle."

Teacher, uncle

Everyone was stunned. No wonder this mysterious fellow Taoist had a cold expression and few words. It turned out to be a sword cultivator from the Glazed Light Sect, which is not surprising at all. Fellow Taoist Xiaodong treats him so politely, it can be seen that the mysterious fellow Taoist has a high status in the Glazed Light Sect.

Knowing the identity of Huan Zong, everyone recalled their performance just now, did they perform perfectly

"Young Master, this is Wang Jianfeng's disciple." Lin Hu guessed that Huan Zong might not be able to remember the faces and names of the many descendants of the sect, and told him using sound transmission, "He has been a member of the sect for the past thirty years. The newly recruited disciples have outstanding talents and are already in the heartbeat stage."

Huan Zong raised his eyebrows, he was extremely talented

He looked sideways at Konghou, somewhat disapproving of Lin Hu's statement. Konghou was only twenty-eight years old, and he was already in the heartbeat stage of cultivation. How could Xiaodong's cultivation speed be considered outstanding

Lin Hu: "..."

At this time, he felt it was difficult to communicate with the son. Sword cultivators like this, who don't know the world's affairs, may have a big misunderstanding of qualifications.

Xiaodong was a little excited. He had only met this uncle once, when he was accepted as Wang Jianfeng's direct disciple ten years ago and held the apprenticeship ceremony. Because the appearance of this uncle is too outstanding, I have only seen it once, so I remember it.

He has never seen this uncle since then. I heard that Uncle Shi is the most talented cultivator in the entire cultivation world in the past few hundred years. He has a firm mind and cultivates hard. He is an example for the disciples in the sect to learn. I didn't expect him to meet his old man here today.

Facing Huan Zong's handsome face, Xiao Dong felt that the three words "old man" were a little inappropriate, but he was really lacking in adjectives, and he would be so excited that he couldn't think of a better word for a while.

He is still shallow in practice, and he can't control his emotions well, and the excitement on his face can hardly be concealed. But thinking of the teachings of the sect, he still tried his best to suppress the raised corner of his mouth.

"That's right." For Lin Hu's account of his outstanding talent, Huan Zong nodded slightly and praised the junior. Although this sentence was only two words, it was enough to make the younger disciple's heart flutter, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. .

"This is Fairy Konghou, the high apprentice of the peak master of Wangtong in Yunhuamen. You can call her uncle." Huan Zong motioned his disciples to greet Konghou. When the younger generation sees the elder, he should not be careless about the rules.

"Junior Xiaodong, I have met Uncle Konghou." Xiaodong peeked at Konghou, this beautiful uncle... looks younger than him

"Don't be too polite." Konghou stretched out his hand and put a gift bag in his hand, "Cultivation well, don't slack off."

"Yes, the younger generation will follow the teachings of Uncle Master." Xiao Dong respectfully bowed and bowed to Huan Zong before returning to his position.

"It turns out that the two of them are Immortal Master Huanzong of Liuguang Sect and Fairy Konghou of Yunhua Sect. Disrespectful and disrespectful." The sect masters stood up and saluted again. I heard that Qingfeng Sect disciples were chased and killed by evil cultivators a few days ago. Daoist Huan Zong and Fairy Konghou rescued, the righteous deeds of the two have long been spread throughout the cultivation world, and now I can't help but brag when I see them.

The owner of Wuweizhuang, Bai Anzhen, was a little complicated. He didn't expect this little girl to be a disciple of Yunhuamen. It is difficult to describe his sense of Yunhuamen in one sentence. The Yunhuamen disciples have rescued the disciples in his village several times, and they are all enthusiastic and frank, very pleasing. But their suzerain was a little strange. He always mentioned Yunhuamen's dining hall in front of him, and then asked him which cooking methods Wuweizhuang was good at.

He knew that the big sect was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there were a lot of talented disciples, but it was too competitive to even compare the cooking skills with a small sect like them. A few years ago, when the other party came to talk about Taoism again to show off his own cooking skills, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, and directly said that the things made by Yunhuamen Dining Hall had no soul and could not be regarded as cooking skills. Since then, the farmer has finally stopped.

Originally, he was worried that this move would attract retaliation from Yunhuamen, and he specially asked his disciples to be careful about the people of Yunhuamen. How could he know that after waiting for several years, there was no movement in Yunhuamen. They didn't get any trouble from the other side, but they were rescued when they were in distress.

Thinking about it, although the owner of Yunhuamen is showing off his love, he is still broad-minded and has no plans to retaliate against such a small sect like him.

The real person Bai An was in a complicated mood, and An He's mood was not much better. It is no wonder that not long after Master was rescued, they and Fengzhai successfully attached themselves to the Liuguang Sect. I am afraid that there is also the credit of this Huanzong real person. As the saying goes, leaning against a big tree is a good way to enjoy the shade. After Hefengzhai is attached to the Glazed Light Sect, there is no need to worry about the calculations of other sects all day long, and vigorously develop the tourism industry. Now in the entire cultivation world, who doesn’t know about Hefengzhai

They and Fengzhai owe Huanzong Zhenren, so why not save their lives

And this Konghou Fairy, who saw her at the gate of the city that day, he just thought that the girl was young and she was brave enough to run out to debunk the evil cultivator's scheme. I didn't expect that he was a disciple of a major sect, and there were masters around him, so he was not daring.

When going out, when there is an emergency and no monks are in formation, if the disciples of the ten major sects have the ability to fight the enemy, they should help. This is a tacit and unwritten rule within the ten major sects, and it is precisely because of this that the atmosphere of the cultivation world is much better.

Fairy Konghou was so young when she was still young, and she was worthy of being a direct disciple from a major sect. It's just that the man's eyes are so bad, what can he not compare to the old man in the white case

"Master Zhai, the flower fairies are ready, can the dance start now?" The junior brother whispered in his ear. What does the big brother keep staring at Fairy Konghou? Didn't he see the face of Master Huan Zong getting more and more ugly

"Yes." An He nodded, picked up the tea on the table, and offered tea to the guests.

The younger brother turned his head and secretly looked at Huan Zong's softened face, let out a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to signal the beginning of the flower show.

The wind picked up, and big flowers fell from the sky, and the fairies in colorful clothes came down from the sky with bouquets in hand. The peonies are in full bloom on the stage, and the fairies lightly step on the drawing board with their toes and dance with the wind. The beauty is so beautiful that people forget that this is the human world, not the heavenly palace.

Beautiful, indescribably beautiful.

Konghou couldn't take her eyes off her. When the flower fairies turned into flying fairies and left, she still couldn't recover.

"Even if it is said that they are really fairies from the Heavenly Palace, I will believe it." It took a long time for Konghou to come back to his senses. He turned to look at Huan Zong, but he was still neither happy nor angry.

"Huanzong?" Konghou whispered, "You don't like this performance?"

Huan Zong poured a cup of hot tea for Konghou and shook his head: "I like it, it's pretty good."

He said that he liked it, but the expression on his face was very honest. Kong Hou picked up the tea and took a sip. It was not as good as the tea brewed by Huanzong himself.

"The Peony Fairy is graceful and luxurious, the Peach Blossom Fairy is extremely gorgeous, and the Lotus Fairy is out of this world..." Putting down the teacup, Kong Hou sighed, "There are such beautiful girls in the world."

Huan Zong: "..."

In his opinion, good-looking men and women are the same, and there is not much difference, so for a while, he doesn't know how to answer Konghou's words.

The performance continued, Konghou whispered to Huan Zong, but his attention was on the stage. She will be amazed when she sees beautiful women, and she will be amazed when she sees rare flowers, as if in her eyes everything is beautiful and nothing is bad. Under her infection, Huan Zong stared at a pot of dark green flowers, trying to find its beauty. It's a pity that he doesn't have much talent in this area, and he can only get nothing in the end.

"Huanzong real person." An He held up the teacup and said to Huanzong from a distance, "Thank you real person."

"Master Zhai is polite." Huan Zong took a sip from the teacup.

Seeing him drinking the tea, An He turned to Konghou: "I didn't know before that the girl was the Fairy Konghou of Yunhuamen. If there is any inappropriate reception, please forgive me."

"Zhaizhu is too polite. The expensive land is beautiful and the fish is delicious. It really makes people linger."

"If the fairy can come, the sect is already full of brilliance." An He drank the tea and secretly sighed in his heart that the cute little girl is more pleasing.

When the other monks saw that An He had opened the door, they all offered tea, although the real Master Huan Zong only touched his lips and stopped, they were also very satisfied. After returning, they can also brag to other monks that they drank tea and enjoyed the scenery with Liuguangzong and Yunhuamen's direct disciples.

Fortunately, no matter how excited they are, the monks sitting in the VIP seats are very reserved, and the other people who are watching the lively around will not have so much scruples because of their status. They not only watch the performances on the stage, but also watch the VIPs. guests at the table.

"That's the owner of Wuweizhuang? I heard that the food he cooks is very delicious. I thought it was a big fat man with a round head and a round face. I didn't expect such a fairy-like style."

"It's still our Young Master An He who is the most beautiful and has the most elegant temperament."

"Miss, are you serious?" The female cultivator from out of town disagreed very much with this statement, pointing to Huan Zong in the VIP seat, "It's obviously that man who is more beautiful."

"You are talking nonsense, An He Gongzi is the best looking."

"The young man in white is the most beautiful and unparalleled."

"You dare to insult Mr. An He?" The woman began to roll up her sleeves

"It's unreasonable, what word am I insulting him?" The foreign female cultivator saw that the woman wanted to do something with herself, and she rolled up her sleeves. It is not easy to give in to such things as aesthetics.

"Senior sister, forget it." The brothers and sisters who were with her held her back, "This is the boundary of Yancheng, and we will suffer from trouble with her."

"Anyone with eyes can tell that the white-clothed boy is handsome?!" The female cultivator was in a hurry and brought out her hometown accent, "Do you think she has something wrong with her brain?"

"Senior sister, you know that she has a problem with her brain, so why are you arguing with her?" The two junior sisters grabbed her arms, "You change your seat. Have you forgotten the hexagram you took before you left today? The hexagram says that you are today. It is not advisable to quarrel with people.”

Hearing this, the female cultivator immediately gave up her voice and glared at the local woman angrily. She was dragged to the right by her junior sister and changed positions with a fellow junior.

"Hong Ling, what does it look like to be arguing about a trivial matter when you go out?" The female cultivator's senior sister scolded her in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Gejin, I was wrong." The female cultivator named Hong Ling lowered her head and said, "I won't be so impulsive next time."

"It's good to know what's wrong." Senior Sister Ge Jin nodded, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "But you're right, that boy in white looks better."

"I knew that Senior Sister's eyes were as good as me." Hong Ling suddenly became happy.

"She's from Yancheng, and it's human nature to prefer her own restaurant master." Ge Jin raised her chin and touched the divination bone around her waist with her slender fingers. These days, she's always anxious and can't figure out anything useful. The things of the hexagram are only vaguely displayed on the hexagram, and if you meet a noble person, you can turn a bad luck into a good one.

But where the nobles are, whether they are male or female, old or young, I can't tell.

When the Hundred Flowers Ball was over, the tourists in the viewing area got up and left one after another, and only a few of them sat firmly like a mountain. The disciples of Hefengzhai, who were guarding the order not far away, watched them vigilantly. What were these people sitting still

Just as he was about to step forward to inquire, one of the female cultivators in purple took out a few bones like suet and white jade from his waist. The disciples of Hefengzhai stopped. The divination cultivators have their own habits, and it is very taboo to be interrupted during divination. Although he does not know which sect of cultivators these people are, it is better not to come forward and disturb them.

He, who didn't understand divination, watched the purple-clothed female cultivator shake the divination bones, stopped and said solemnly, "East."

What east, is there someone in the east that they are looking for

I saw these cultivators stand up in unison and walked straight to the east without even turning their heads. Only then did the disciples of Hefengzhai come to their senses. It turned out that when the female cultivator in purple said that she was going east, she meant going east.

Does the fortune teller even make a hexagram when he walks

He had heard of a sect with such quirks, it seemed to be called... Lucky Pavilion

"Stop." Seeing that the road ahead was blocked by the wall, Ge Jin took out the fortune-telling bone and occupied it again, "North."

"Senior sister, can this really avoid our big ominous hexagram?" Hong Ling followed Ge Jin to the north, "How about we ask Hefengzhai for help?"

"What's the reason for asking for help? Could it be that we have foresighted what dangers we may encounter in the future, so please send an expert from Guizhai to take us back?" Ge Jin asked back, "If you were the master of Anzhai, would you believe it?"

Hong Ling shook her head angrily.

"If there is really no way..." Ge Jin stopped and put away the fortune-telling bones, "We bring some valuables to visit Hefengzhai, which is said to be celebrating the successful opening of the Hundred Flowers Ball. Hefengzhai will definitely be polite, such as inviting us to stay for a while. In this way, we can temporarily stay in Hefengzhai for a few days, let the pavilion master ask the main sect for help, and wait for the main sect to send us back."

"Will this... be a little embarrassing?" a junior brother asked in a low voice.

"There are only five people in your group. Do you think life is more important, or is your face more important?" Ge Jin rummaged through the storage bag, found a few boxes of medicinal herbs, and packed them in brocade boxes, "Go, go to Hefengzhai."

Hong Ling covered her face and followed, her face is precious, and her life is more expensive. Anyway, there are five people, so she is not alone.

As soon as the Hundred Flowers Ball was over, An He invited the distinguished guests to Hefeng Zhai for a dinner. Huan Zong wanted to decline, but when he heard An He said that the most famous chef in Yancheng, who was the best at cooking fish, was at the corner of his eyes. Yu Guang fell on Kong Hou, nodded slightly and agreed.

Seeing that Huan Zong had agreed to his invitation, An He hurriedly arranged for someone to go down to prepare, and asked his disciples to bring the carriage that had been prepared long ago and bring everyone back to Hefengzhai.

When he arrived at Hefengzhai, as soon as Konghou entered the gate, he was attracted by the scenery inside. It was exquisite and exquisite everywhere, and every step was a scene and artistic conception.

Seeing that Konghou was interested in the scenery inside, Huan Zong deliberately slowed down and watched with her. Xiao Dong, who was walking in front, saw that his uncle was walking slowly, and quickly turned around and walked behind Huan Zong. The other monks who were interested in enjoying the scenery, but were embarrassed to let others find out, breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down.

This way, it doesn't appear that they haven't seen the world, but everyone walks too slowly, so they can only enjoy the scenery.

An He, who was walking in front, had some doubts in his heart. Could it be that their fish and meat in Yancheng has no influence? All the fish for this banquet came from the inner spiritual qi pool, and their bodies were rich in rich spiritual qi, which was very beneficial to the cultivator's spiritual platform after eating. Usually he was reluctant to eat it himself, but this time, because of the presence of the benefactor, he was able to get a few out.

He was in a hurry to let his benefactor see his determination to repay his kindness. Why are these people walking so slowly