"Huanzong?" Konghou watched Huanzong walk into her house and shut the door, thinking he had some secret to tell her, and quickly asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
After closing the door, Huan Zong realized how absurd his actions just now were. His eyes swept across Konghou's neck and quickly moved away, "It's okay, I'm just here to take a look."
Konghou instantly understood that Huan Zong was worried about her body, so she bent down and carried the quilt on the cushion back to the bed: "I'm really fine, it's just that my spiritual power is overused."
"Yeah." Huan Zong watched Konghou fold the quilt, and then watched her arrange her hair. He consciously told him that he should leave Konghou's room now, but his heels were not very obedient.
There was an automatic water storage device in the room. Konghou took water to cleanse his face and rinse his mouth. He turned to see Huan Zong with his back to her, and couldn't help laughing: "Fortunately, you were there yesterday."
"Maybe if you don't walk with me, you won't encounter these things." After Konghou met him, he has been accompanying him to find medicine. If she hadn't met him, maybe she would have met a few like-minded, young and energetic friends who traveled all over the world with flying swords. Instead of accompanying him, a sick and boring sword cultivator, he encountered many accidents along the way.
"You can't think that way, maybe I haven't met you, I've been bullied by other monks long ago." Konghou retorted seriously, "Maybe I can't find the opportunity to break through my mood, and I'm still at the bottleneck of the foundation-building stage."
Huan Zong turned his head and saw that Konghou was already sitting in front of the dressing table, and suddenly there was a ridiculous thought in his mind, in a few years, would there be an outstanding male cultivator who would accompany her, watch her dress up, and paint her eyebrows
Substituting this male cultivator's face into any male disciple of the Liuguang Sect who can be named makes Huan Zong feel that these disciples are not worthy of a good girl like Konghou.
"Huanzong? Huanzong?" Konghou asked what was the name of Huanzong's sword, but turned around and found him staring at her dressing table in a daze. Kong Hou looked down at the table in doubt, except for the rouge gouache, it was a hairpin jewelry. Is there anything worthy of Huanzong's attention
"Huanzong, are you not feeling well?" Konghou was worried that there was something wrong with Huanzong's body, but he didn't tell her that when he killed the evil cultivator of the Nascent Soul period last time, Huanzong's internal interest was a little confused. The master of Xie Xiu has a more advanced cultivation base. Is there any problem with Huanzong's spiritual platform
"No." Huan Zong remembered the last time Konghou ignored him, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now, can you say it again?"
"Is it really all right?" Konghou got up and walked to his side, used his spiritual power to probe his spiritual veins, and made sure there was no major problem, then walked back to the dressing table and continued to comb his hair, "I just wanted to ask about your sword. name."
"It's called Longyin." Huan Zong took out the Dragonyin sword and touched the dragon pattern on the scabbard. The dragon pattern seemed to be alive, and even every scale and armor was clearly visible.
In the hands of Huan Zong, the Dragon Yin Sword looks like an inconspicuous black iron sword, but when it is unsheathed, it can have an extremely dazzling light. Konghou felt a strange aura on the sword, but it was majestic but not like the punch of spiritual power.
Is this the sword intent
"This sword... has already activated its spiritual wisdom?" Konghou said, "I heard the sound of dragon roar when you used it."
"When casting it, I took the dragon containing the pearl on the throne of the palace and threw it into the black gold and iron." Feeling the trembling of the dragon's sword in his hand, it wanted to pull out its sheath and fight alongside his master, "Maybe it was infected with the royal family. Dragon Qi, so when the sword is completed, there are dragon clouds lingering around, so it is named Long Yin."
"Good name." Konghou said the name lightly on the tip of his tongue, "Longyin."
"It suits you, and you suit him too." Wu Jinjian, a white-clothed immortal, slayed all the demons in the world. Konghou listened to the slightly trembling sound of the Longyin Sword, "I heard that when Jianxiu's swordsmanship reaches the heavenly realm, he can communicate with the sword's soul. Is it true?"
"Not only sword cultivators, but all cultivators can communicate with the magic weapon of their own destiny." Huan Zong looked up at Konghou, "I believe you will do it in the future."
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Konghou realized that Huan Zong and his sword had a heart-to-heart connection: "Then how is it feeling now?" She pointed to the sword in Huan Zong's hand.
"Okay." Huan Zong put away the Longyin Sword, "It knows you are praising it."
"Really?" Konghou was a little surprised, didn't he expect Jian to have emotions too
"Naturally." Seeing Konghou's round eyes, Huan Zong's expression softened, "It also likes you very much."
Kong Hou smiled and rolled his eyes, even Jian liked this kind of compliment, it was so pleasing to her.
"Huan Zong, your swordsmanship is so good, your age is younger than Zhong Xi's real person, and you look better than him, why do people outside only praise him?" Thinking of Huan Zong as a direct disciple of Liu Guangzong, he is obviously nothing better than Zhong Xi. The real person is poor, but people outside only praise Zhong Xi, which makes her inexplicably a little unfair.
This matter has nothing to do with the real person Zhong Xi, and she has no right to blame the real person who has killed demons for the cultivation world, but looking at Huan Zong's pale and handsome face, it is difficult for Konghou to have a good impression of the real person Zhong Xi. If it wasn't for Huanzong's weakness, he would definitely do better than the real person Zhongxi, and the world would not only know about Zhongxi and not hear about Huanzong.
Huan Zong was stunned. He looked at Konghou holding his face and grieved him, and couldn't help laughing: "You don't like the real person Zhongxi?"
"That's not true, I just think Huan Zong, you are better than him." Kong Hou inserted the hairpin transformed from the Shui Frost sword into his bun, "Besides, I have always been a person who helps relatives and does not help, the real person Zhong Xi. Nothing better than you."
This kind of little girl mentality of "I think you are good, then you are the best. Others don't know how you are, because others have no vision", Huan Zong used to think it was naive and ridiculous, but the words came out of Konghou's mouth, Huan Zong Just think it's cute.
"Silly girl, in fact, I just..."
"Konghou girl." Lin Hu's voice sounded outside the door. Huan Zong confirmed that Konghou's clothes were neatly dressed before walking to the door and opened the door. Outside the door, Lin Hu stood in the courtyard with five Jixiang Pavilion disciples. He looked down at them, "What's the matter?"
Lin Hu looked at Huan Zong, and then looked at the room behind him: "The disciples of Jixiang Pavilion are worried about Miss Konghou's body, so they came to have a look." But why is the person who opened the door to be a son, although they don't pay much attention to men and women in the realm of cultivation. To prevent this kind of problem, but is it wrong for a man of several hundred years old to stay in the little girl's room in the morning
After Hongling found out that Huan Zong had entered Konghou's room, she felt that she was thinking too much and was worried about what might happen, so she brought her sisters, sisters, and brothers to find Senior Lin, and asked Senior Lin to take them in the name of caring about Fairy Konghou's body. Visit Fairy Konghou's room.
Seeing that Huan Zong came out neatly dressed, Hong Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that she thinks too much, how old is Fairy Konghou, and Zhenren Huan Zong is from a famous family and has a profound cultivation.
"Are you all up?" Konghou walked out from behind Huan Zong, "Since everyone is ready, let's set off now."
"It's not urgent to go back. With the real person and the fairy here, we don't need to worry about safety. Why don't we rest here for a few days and wait for the fairy to recover before leaving?" Ge Jin remembered the palm of the old man Wuku on Konghou's chest. , couldn't help feeling pain for Konghou.
"It's alright, am I alive and kicking?" Konghou was worried that Xie Xiu was acting out of order, so she would feel more at ease when she arrived at Jixiang Pavilion earlier.
Hong Ling, who followed Ge Jin without making a sound, secretly observed Huan Zong, and she found that the cold and ruthless real person Huan Zong, most of the time his eyes fell on Fairy Konghou. Even when Senior Sister spoke, the other party didn't give them a second glance at the disciples of the Lucky Pavilion. It was as if their existence was insignificant to him, and there was no difference between their presence and absence.
This is a naturally cold-hearted man.
"Huanzong." Konghou stretched out his hand and pulled Huanzong's sleeve away, "Let's go now, shall we?"
Huan Zong was silent for a moment: "Okay."
In front of Konghou, it was hard for him to say bad things.
After experiencing yesterday, when he set foot on the Flying Palace again, Konghou had lost interest in seeing the scenery. She sat cross-legged on the floor, holding the words book she hadn't turned over a few pages in her hand, her eyes frequently looking out.
Outside, Huan Zong stood by the railing, Lin Hu stood behind him and handed him a Feixun Talisman he had just received.
The content of the Feixun Talisman is very simple. The main idea is that the gift he sent has been received. If you buy these valuable things in the future, don't pay for it yourself, you can let the sect help.
Huan Zong used his divine sense to scan the Feixun Talisman several times to make sure that there were no secret words or other meanings in it. But... The last time Konghou sent it, wasn't it a bag of salted fish that the shopkeeper couldn't sell
In Yunhuamen, the new disciples saw the words "Today's main dish bi-winged fish" written on the plaque hanging at the door, thinking that they were dazzled, or the teachers and uncles of the dining hall wrote the wrong word. Many disciples, bi-wing fish is not only expensive but also difficult to buy, how can it be used as a main dish
However, when they came out with the vegetable plate, the whole person was in a trance, it turned out to be a bipedal fish, and it was a big pot of bipedal fish. They began to wonder if Yunhuamen couldn't make the top three sects in the cultivation world. Could it be because they ate too extravagantly and made the sect poor
Even Guilin, who was usually a picky eater, fell silent after seeing a plate full of braised salted dried fish. He couldn't believe that bi-winged fish could be made into such an ugly dried salted fish. What was even more terrifying was that Yunhuamen put such a good thing in the dining hall. Even their new disciples could share it. to so much.
"I heard it." The sturdy little junior sister came back with a bowl, "I heard an inner senior brother say that these two-winged fish were sent back by the flying sword messenger from the uncle Konghou who was traveling. Let all the disciples have a taste."
"Senior Uncle Konghou is really amazing." Gao Jianyan sighed with emotion. He was willing to pay a lot of money to buy them back and let them eat. What kind of deep friendship is this
Returning remembered the beautiful woman who flew in the air on the day she first entered the mountain gate.
After swallowing the fish in his mouth, Guilin's perception of Yunhuamen became more complicated. Looking at the entire cultivation world, what other sect would take such expensive ingredients and let all the disciples taste it
Shouldn't it only be given to direct disciples or disciples who perform better, in order to stimulate the self-motivation of other disciples
That's why the entire Yunhuamen is so lazy and inactive, it's not without reason.
After Fei Gong entered the boundary of Fengcheng, he landed outside the city gate. Seeing the familiar city gate, the Jixiang Pavilion disciples couldn't control their excitement. If they hadn't been worried about the presence of Konghou Huanzong and others, they would have run over there long ago.
After entering the city gate, Konghou saw many pedestrians on the road greeting these disciples, and aunts and uncles carrying rice, noodles, chicken and fish to ask them for fortune telling.
"Girl Gejin, the hairpin that my old man gave me fell out, can you help me figure out where it is?"
"Girl Gejin, please help me figure out where the lost cow went?"
"Girl Gejin..."
Hearing the shouts one after another, Konghou grabbed Huan Zong's sleeve and stepped back a few steps, and whispered to Huan Zong: "The fighting power of the people is infinite, let's stay away."
"Konghou?" Cheng Yi saw Konghou and Huan Zong standing outside the crowd, thinking that something was wrong with his eyes.
His cute, white and tender, incomparably well-behaved and motivated little junior sister, just tugged at the sleeves of other men? !