"Senior brother." When Konghou found Cheng Yi, Cheng Yi was inspecting the new defensive array in Jixiang Pavilion. Although Cheng Yi majored in swordsmanship, he was also quite accomplished in the field of magic. Among the disciples of the middle generation of Yunhuamen, aside from Wuchuan, he was the most prestigious.
Cheng Yi switched the positions of the two instruments and put down his rolled up sleeves: "Why did you come here?"
Konghou smiled at a few of the Jixiang Pavilion disciples who looked a bit raw, turned his head to Cheng Yi and said, "Elder Brother, I have something to tell you."
Cheng Yi glanced at her, motioned for the disciples of Jixiang Pavilion not to follow, and took Konghou to sit down at the stone table in the yard: "Tell me, is it the missing spirit stone flower or the magic weapon?"
Shaking his head gently, Konghou poured a cup of tea and handed it to Cheng Yi: "Neither."
"Oh?" Cheng Yi took a sip of his tea, "What is that?"
"Senior brother, I want to leave for Kuicheng in two days." Konghou was a little cautious, "I am relieved to have you here at Jixiang Pavilion."
"With Huan Zong?" Cheng Yi put down the teacup, the expression on his face was neither happy nor angry, this appearance made Kong Hou even more guilty, she nodded with her head lowered.
"I heard that Kuicheng's peach blossom cakes are delicious, remember to send me some back when you go there." Cheng Yi smiled, "Kuicheng is a long way, I don't like to travel far, so I won't go with you. ."
"Senior brother..." Konghou secretly looked at Cheng Yi, "Don't you blame me?"
"Why do you blame you, you are going out for a trip, do I want to keep you with me in the auspicious pavilion?" Cheng Yi looked at the well-behaved girl in front of him, and his smile became even gentler, "Not to mention that there are still people around you. With Senior Lin and fellow Daoist Huan Zong, you can gain a lot of knowledge with them." He touched the wrench on his thumb, and once he went out, he learned how to make utensils. After staying with Senior Lin and Daoist Huan Zong for a while, maybe even the magic circle, the talisman, and the imperial beast have been learned.
"I want to accompany you more." Kong Hou held his face in his hands and blinked at Cheng Yi, "Now that you leave early, won't you be reluctant?"
"It's reluctant, but letting you follow us all the time will only hurt you." Cheng Yi laughed, "I understand your intentions, but we monks are not limited to common etiquette, not to mention that the entire Lingyou world is only so big, I If I miss you, I will come to you."
"Senior brother..." Konghou put down his hand, hugged Cheng Yi's arm, and gave him a big smile, "You are so kind."
Outside the courtyard gate, Huan Zong stood on the stone steps and looked at the brothers and sisters who were behaving intimately inside.
"Huanzong is real." Pavilion Master Sun, who came out of nowhere, cupped his hands towards Huanzong, "Respect, please stay."
"Excuse me, what's the matter with the pavilion master?" Huan Zong returned a salute.
"It's not a big deal, and a guest came to visit just now. I see that this person's fate is related to the real person, so I will tell the real person about many things." Pavilion Master Sun said, "If this person is your junior, it's okay to go and have a look. "
"I don't know what the person's last name is?"
"Chu Jixuan, the prince of the royal family of Lingyoujie." Pavilion Master Sun said, "He asked me to count the luck of the Chu family." For monks, the royal family is a noble decoration. They respect the royal family, but they don't really take them seriously. The matter of national fortune cannot be easily counted. The Chu family asked him because he once owed the Chu family a favor, but whether this favor was enough for him to make a fortune-telling depends on the attitude of the real Huan Zong.
Pavilion Master Sun is a smart man, he can not only fortune teller, but also calculate.
Huan Zong heard the meaning of Pavilion Master Sun's words, and he said calmly: "The fate of the country is determined by heaven, whether it is counted or not is second. However, the Chu family and I do have some origins. If the pavilion owner doesn't mind, I want to meet this person. one side."
"Please come this way." Seeing Huan Zong's indifferent expression, Pavilion Master Sun knew that Huan Zong didn't have much affection for this royal prince who might be a descendant of his relatives.
Chu Jixuan's status in the royal family is a little special, because his biological mother is a monk, and he also has spiritual roots in cultivation. The Chu family has been blessed by dragon energy for generations, and has been in charge of the people of Lingyou Realm for hundreds of years. Their status is extremely noble, but it seems to be cursed. Almost all the descendants have no spiritual roots for cultivation. Go further on the spiritual path.
Ever since he was found to have the Three Spiritual Root qualifications, the father was very happy, and said that the ancestors of the Chu family also had a very talented monk, but I don't know what went wrong back then. The records about this ancestor are very good. Briefly, not even his name was left, only his ranking among the princes was recorded.
He wanted to worship the sect, but the big sect did not accept him, and the small sect did not dare to accept her. Over the years, he could only follow a loose cultivator who was invited into the palace. for.
Kneeling and sitting on the mat for a while, he heard footsteps outside the door, put down the tea cup in his hand, tidied up his robes, and turned to face the door.
The carved wooden door opened, and the one walking at the front was not Pavilion Master Sun, but a handsome man in white. A few days ago, he had seen this person on the street, but he did not expect to meet again here today.
"I have seen two seniors."
"You are not a cultivator, so you don't need to match your seniority, just call me a real person." Huan Zong walked to the guest seat and sat down, turning his head to look at Pavilion Master Sun who was following behind. Pavilion Master Sun sat down obediently in the main seat, smiling and silent.
Chu Jixuan was frightened by the cold attitude of the other party, and he politely said: "Yes, real person."
Last time, he was wrong. This real person is nothing like him, the ancestor of the old Chu family, the ancestors of the Chu family, no one can cultivate such a momentum.
"I heard that you want to count the future national luck of the Chu family?" Huan Zong's expression was serious, and his eyebrows were stained with a bit of sternness. "The luck of the country involves all the people, so how can it be counted?"
"Really, the real person is right." Chu Jixuan's knees were a little weak. In front of this handsome real person, he felt that he looked like a grandson who was taught by his grandfather, or a very timid grandson.
"This Master Huan Zong is a master of the Glazed Light Sect." Pavilion Master Sun added with a smile beside him.
Hearing that, Chu Jixuan's knees are even weaker. If this expert is willing to take him to practice in the Glazed Light Sect, let alone be a grandson, even if he is a great-grandson, he is willing. He came to Jixiang Pavilion, although it was under the banner of counting the country's luck, he actually wanted to join a practice sect.
Ruyi is his wife and has now been accepted as a disciple of Shuiyuemen. If he does not devote himself to cultivation, even if Ruyi does not despise him, he will not be able to accompany her for a long time due to the problem of Shouyuan.
"Ji Xuan dared to ask the real person, can I enter your sect?" Chu Jixuan was pale and his arms were trembling, but he still bowed deeply to Huanzong. He is not a fool, how can he not see that the person who is more important here is the real person of Huanzong of the Glazed Light Sect, not Pavilion Master Sun.
"Insufficient aptitude, you have already lost Yuanyang before the foundation building period." Huan Zong's tone was light, "His Royal Highness does not meet the standards of my sect's acceptance of disciples."
Chu Jixuan: "..."
This rejection was so direct, he felt a little pain in his heart.
"I see that Your Highness already has a cultivation base, so why not practice in the palace?" Pavilion Master Sun twisted his beard and said, "If you go to the sect, you will have to abandon all your identities and act according to the sect's rules. Wouldn't you be wronged? ?"
"If you can worship the sect, why not throw away these false names?" Chu Jixuan bowed and said, "Please believe in the sincerity of the real person and the pavilion owner."
Pavilion Master Sun sighed: "It's not that I don't want to.
Helping you, it's just that my Lucky Pavilion only accepts disciples who are good at divination. His Highness's talent does not seem to be suitable for divination. If Your Highness doesn't blame me for asking presumptuously, would you like to tell me, what are you best at? "
Chu Jixuan: "..."
He was trained as a heir to the dynasty when he was a child. Later, when his father found out that he had spiritual roots, he invited a loose cultivator to the palace to teach him how to practice. Over the years, he has tried to give gifts to the ten major sects, hoping that they can accept him, but unfortunately the ten major sects are upright and refuse all bribes, and he has not joined any sect so far. The real Huan Zong was probably the highest-ranking cultivator he had ever met.
Huan Zong looked at Chu Jixuan critically. There are no specialties, people in their twenties, and their cultivation base is still in the qi-refining stage.
Seeing that Chu Jixuan couldn't answer what he was good at, Pavilion Master Sun coughed dryly: "Think about it again, Your Highness, are you really not interested?"
Chu Jixuan didn't know what to think, he secretly looked at Huan Zong with red face, Huan Zong raised his eyebrows, and his tone was as cold as frost: "Speak."
"I, I want to cook." When Chu Jixuan was very young, he peeked at the royal chef's cooking in the imperial kitchen. The photoelectric-like knife technique, the neatness of picking up the pot and rolling it, made him have a strong sense of cooking. interest.
It's a pity that as a son of the royal family, let alone let him cook, he can cause people to scream and scream just by being close to the kitchen. For so many years, he only dared to secretly cook a few side dishes for Ruyi to eat when Yu Ru accidentally went out.
"Really..." Pavilion Master Sun noticed that Huan Zong was looking at him, and the words on the tip of his tongue turned into: "What an interesting hobby."
In the entire cultivation world, there are very few cultivators who enter the Tao with cooking, and the only sect that accepts cooks and cultivators is Wuweizhuang. However, their Jixiang Pavilion has no friendship with Wuweizhuang, and there is nothing he can do to help each other.
In fact, Master Huanzong can help with this. The owner of Wuweizhuang, Bai Anzheng, has friendship with Hefengzhai, and Hefengzhai is an affiliated sect of Liuguang Sect. Master Huanzong is a direct disciple of Liuguang Sect. If he asks to help, Chu It should not be difficult for His Highness to worship Wuweizhuang.
However, the biggest problem is that Zhenren Huan Zong really doesn't seem to be willing to help.
Thinking of the favor he owed the Chu royal family, Pavilion Master Sun had the heart to say a few good words to Chu Jixuan, and Zhenren Huan Zong had already got up and walked out of the courtyard.
Pavilion Master Sun was stunned, does this mean that you don't want to say anything more
"Huanzong?" After coming out of the eldest brother's courtyard, Konghou originally wanted to ask Pavilion Master Sun about Xunyunshu, but after hearing from the disciples outside the courtyard that Pavilion Master Sun was entertaining guests, she was about to leave. Inside came out.
The guest that Pavilion Master Sun entertained was Huan Zong
"What are you doing standing outside?" Huan Zong raised his hand, "Come."
"Is it appropriate for me to go?" Konghou felt as if he shouldn't bother.
"It's okay, it's a junior from my ancestral home. According to the rules, he wants to call you a teacher and an uncle." Huan Zong walked in with Konghou, "This child has no talent and a normal temperament. He also likes cooking, and I plan to recommend him to go to Wuweizhuang for cultivation, and hope that the real master of Baian can give me some thin noodles."
"Wuweizhuang is a good place to go." Hearing that the younger generation of Huan Zong's family actually likes cooking, Konghou has a good impression of him without seeing anyone. , this junior must have a bright future."
Huan Zong: "..."
"However, don't let him call me Teacher Uncle, it sounds too old, and I'm afraid this name will affect my goodwill towards him." Konghou said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Huanzong, you don't have to be too serious, you It's not that he is ten or eight generations higher than him, and adding an old character in front of the title is too ugly."
Huan Zong: "..."
Since Huan Zong went out, Chu Jixuan has been restless. Because of the presence of Pavilion Master Sun, he barely maintained the elegance that the royal family should have. When the footsteps sounded outside again, he secretly glanced outside the door, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhenren Huan Zong actually came back.
Isn't the girl behind the real person the same woman who walked with him a few days ago
"Fairy, please take your seat." Pavilion Master Sun stood up and saluted Konghou.
"Pavilion Master, please don't be too polite." Kong Hou returned his salute and glanced at Chu Jixuan, who was kneeling at the bottom of his head. He could vaguely see the shadow of Huan Zong in his brows, but he couldn't match Huan Zong's aura or appearance.
Seeing that Pavilion Master Sun was going to salute the young girl who entered the door behind, Chu Jixuan quickly stood up and bowed his hands to Konghou.
"No, no, sit down quickly." Kong Hou took out two bottles of medicinal pills and plugged them into Chu Jixuan, "I have nothing good to give you, take these two bottles of Juling Pills, don't dislike them."
Most of the spirit-gathering pills that can gather spirit and qi are good things that only disciples within the sect have, how could Chu Jixuan dislike it. Just why do these fairies give away things when they say something? Is this a popular new rule in the comprehension world? Or…
His body and mind belong to Ruyi, and he must not bow down for two bottles of Juling Pills.
"This thing is too precious, I don't dare to accept it. Fairy please take it back." Chu Jixuan handed the Juling Pill back to Konghou with both hands.
"Fairy Konghou is a close disciple of the master of Qiyue Peak in Yunhuamen." Pavilion Master Sun saw that Chu Jixuan was so cautious, "Since it was given to you by the fairy, you should keep it well."
Chu Jixuan looked at Pavilion Master Sun, and saw Fairy Konghou's expression clear, and had no other intentions, so he bowed and said, "Thank you, Fairy."
"You're welcome." Konghou walked to Huanzong and sat down, "I heard Huanzong say, do you want to be a chef?"
In the eyes of mainstream monks, Chu Jixuan's cooking method must be very unpopular, but in the face of Konghou's inquiring gaze, he still nodded with gritted teeth.
"Your five fingers are long and powerful, so it is quite suitable for you to enter the kitchen." Konghou thought for a while, "Huanzong, when we rush to Kuicheng, we have to pass through Wuweizhuang, why don't we set off tomorrow and send him to Wuweizhuang and then go to Kui city?"
"Why, why bother the fairies?" Chu Jixuan was both excited and moved, but he didn't expect the fairies of the ten major sects to be so kind. Not only did he not look down on him for wanting to enter the Dao as a cook, but he also planned to send him to the sect.
"It's nothing, just drop by." Kong Hou said, "You can be regarded as my junior, a trivial matter is not troublesome."
Later, descendant
Chu Jixuan's light flashed. Could it be that the records of his ancestors were wrong? Maybe the ancestor who became a monk was not a prince, but a princess? He looked at Konghou again, with eyebrows like willows and eyes like stars, as beautiful as a teenage girl. Zulu said that when the ancestor was taken away by the monks, he was not yet ten years old. If the ancestors were highly cultivated, it would not be surprising to look young now.
After thinking about this, Chu Jixuan looked at Konghou and became closer.
No matter how young he looks, it is his wife, wife, grandma, and can be referred to as grandma Zeng.
"Huanzong, what do you think?" Konghou asked Huanzong.
"According to what you said." Huan Zong nodded and said seriously to Chu Jixuan, "If you can worship Wuweizhuang, you must remember to devote yourself to cultivation, put aside the identity of the prince, and respect the teacher and the Tao, remember."
Konghou looked at Huan Zong in surprise, and gave up his identity as a prince? Huanzong's descendant is a prince, is he also from a royal family
"Thank you for your teaching, I remember it." Chu Jixuan was a little puzzled. What is the relationship between this real person and his great-grandmother, why did he reprimand him in the attitude of an elder? Is it...
His eyes swept over the two of them, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes.
It is not surprising that the cultivator became a Taoist companion. Although the real person of Huan Zong was a little indifferent, he was outstanding in appearance and came from a famous family, so he was barely worthy of his great-grandmother Zeng.
"Huanzong is right." Seeing Chu Jixuan looking at her and Huanzong, Konghou thought he was frightened by Huanzong's serious tone, "After joining the sect, his previous status was Yunyan, if you If you can't let go, you won't be able to embark on the path of cultivation."
"Yes, the younger generation must keep it in mind, please rest assured that Grandma Zeng." Chu Jixuan gave Konghou a big gift for the younger generation.
What is a strange name for Grandma Zeng, even worse than the teacher's uncle. Kong Hou's brows trembled, but seeing Chu Jixuan's obedient and respectful appearance, he swallowed his words again.
Forget it, for Huan Zong's face, I don't care about him in general.
After Chu Jixuan returned to the yard, he told his wife Ruyi the happy event that he met his ancestors: "Grandma Zeng will personally send me to Wuweizhuang to meet the owner of the villa. Ruyi, I can practice with you."
"Didn't the Zulu say that it was the fifth prince who embarked on the road of cultivation?" Ruyi and Chu Jixuan were happy for a while. After they both lay on the bed, Ruyi only remembered this matter. Why did the prince become a princess
"This Ancestral Record was re-transcribed several decades ago. It is not surprising that there were some omissions when transcribing and compiling about events more than 300 years ago." Chu Jixuan said, "Grandma Zeng's name is Konghou, and she belongs to Yunhuamen. 's master."
"Konghou..." Ruyi thought, she seemed to have heard this name somewhere. Seeing the unstoppable smile on Chu Jixuan's face, she said, "I will rush to Shuiyuemen tomorrow morning. Fortunately, Fairy Konghou will help you. Otherwise, I would rather not worship under Shuiyuemen than leave you alone."
"What nonsense..."
As parting approaches, this young couple has endless things to say, wishing the night was longer and longer.
Kong Hou didn't sleep very well. At night, she dreamed that a big hairy man was chasing her and calling her grandma. She was so angry that she beat the big man hard in the dream. She is a dignified sixteen-year-old beautiful girl, why should she be called grandma.
Waking up from the bed in anger, Konghou deliberately changed himself into a light-toned skirt, and after looking in the mirror for a while, he felt that his anger had calmed down. When she left the courtyard, she saw Chu Jixuan squatting outside the courtyard gate.
"Greetings to Grandma Zeng." When Chu Jixuan saw Konghou coming out, he stepped forward and gave her a salute, "Good morning, Grandma Zeng."
Konghou: "…"
She patted her chest silently, calming down her aching heart: "I'll take you to find Huan Zong." If he kept shouting like this, she would really be old before her age. Taking Chu Jixuan to the door of Huan Zongyuan, Kong Hou pointed to the door, "You can go in by yourself, I'll go to say goodbye to my senior brother."
"Yes, Grandma Zeng walk slowly." Chu Jixuan nodded obediently.
However, at this moment Konghou felt that although this young man looked half similar to Huan Zong, he was definitely not half as lovable as Huan Zong.
As soon as Konghou left, the courtyard door behind Chu Jixuan opened. Huan Zong glanced at him: "What are you doing standing outside, come in."
"Yes." Chu Jixuan couldn't help softening his knees when he met the eyes of the real Huan Zong, so he was obedient.
"How many years has it been since the beginning of cultivation?" Huan Zong frowned slightly when he saw Ji Xuan's bowed head.
"The younger generation began to practice at the age of seven, and has practiced for fifteen years." Chu Jixuan answered honestly, "The master who taught me to practice is a casual practitioner of the Jindan period." The master said that it took him only fifteen years. It is already the fifth-order Qi-refining cultivation base, and such talent is also very good when looking at the entire cultivation world. If he had been able to enter the sect to practice cultivation, he might have reached the eighth level of Qi refining.
"It took fifteen years to cultivate to the fifth level of Qi refining?" Huan Zong frowned, but seeing Chu Jixuan's timid appearance, he didn't say any more serious words, and took out a few books that must be read by monks in the Qi refining period. He threw the training manual to him, "Remember these by heart."
"Thank you for the book." Chu Jixuan was overjoyed. Although the real Huan Zong seemed very difficult to get along with, his heart was still very good.
An hour later, Konghou and Huan Zong were ready to step out of the gate of the auspicious pavilion under the reluctant gaze of the pavilion.
"Fairy Konghou, please wait." Hong Ling chased after her and said, "I did a hexagram for you last night. When you leave the gate today, you should step with your right foot."
"Thank you for letting me know." Konghou retracted his half-stepped left foot and stretched out his right foot.
"Please take care of everyone." Kong Hou's eyes swept over everyone, and finally landed on Cheng Yi. Cheng Yi smiled at her and said, "Pay more attention to your body when you go out. You don't have to worry about the sect's affairs. We are here for everything."
Kong Hou turned around and ran back to the gate, hugged Cheng Yi, then turned around and stepped out of the gate with his right foot again, jumping onto the carriage without looking back.
Huan Zong's eyes lingered on Cheng Yi's right thumb, and he turned around and followed Kong Hou's footsteps and got on the carriage.
Amidst a chorus of congratulations, the carriage began to run. Seeing that Konghou's mental health was not very good, Huan Zong took out a magic weapon from his storage ring that his elders had given him when he was young: "Here it is."
"What is this?" Konghou looked at the automatically dancing villain in the glass ball, and held the glass ball closer, "Is there a small magic circle inside?"
"En." Huan Zong saw that Konghou's eyes became bright again, and his eyebrows became gentle. He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped on the glass ball, the lady dancing in the glass ball turned into a phantom and flew out of the glass ball, dancing a flying dance in front of Konghou.
After the dance, the phantom turned into a villain again and was sealed into the glass ball.
"It's like a dream, it's really a flying fairy." Kong Hou held the glass ball, and turned to see Chu Jixuan sitting in the corner staring at the glass ball in her hand without blinking: "Do you like this?"
"No, I don't like it." Chu Jixuan shook his head quickly.
"If you like it, ask your great-grandfather Zeng to give you some interesting things." Konghou felt that he couldn't let himself be called so old by himself, "Huanzong, eh?"
"What are boys doing with these?" Huan Zong took out several attacking magic weapons from the storage ring and put them in front of Chu Jixuan: "Take them and pick them."
Chu Jixuan: "No, no, no, thank you, Zhenren, for your kindness. The younger generation will take it." These magic weapons are dazzling, and they are good things at a glance. As a junior, he cannot let Grandma Zeng owe others favors.
"He is your great-grandfather Zeng, what is his real name?" Konghou was playing with the glass ball, and seeing that Chu Jixuan didn't take anything from Huanzong, "It's a gift from the elders, it's unavoidable, so don't hurry up."
"Thank you... Grandpa Zeng." Chu Jixuan didn't even look at it, and chose one from a bunch of attacking magic weapons.
"Well." Huan Zong nodded slightly, "No need to say thank you."
Seeing Chu Jixuan's honest appearance, if it wasn't for Huan Zong here, Konghou really couldn't believe that he was a prince.
"The younger generation didn't know that Grandma Zeng had a strong relationship with Grandpa Zeng, and if you were not polite, please forgive Grandpa Zeng." After receiving the heavy gift, Chu Jixuan felt that he should say a few nice words to ask the second old man. Huanxin, "I wish Grandpa Zeng and Grandma Zeng to go to Wonderland early, and their love will never be separated."
When Huan Zong heard the words "Love never leaves", his ears burned red with anger, and his heart beat irregularly, "Unworthy descendants, don't talk nonsense!"
"Huh?" Konghou was stunned for a while, before he thought that Chu Jixuan might have misunderstood something. No wonder a grandmother Zeng called her. After realizing this, Konghou burst into laughter, and rolled onto the cushion of the carriage until he realized it. The bun was messed up, and he couldn't stop breathing evenly.
"Huan Zong, this junior of yours is too funny, hahaha." Kong Hou covered his abdomen, laughing and humming, "Stomach hurts, stomach hurts."
Chu Jixuan: "..."
So... Fairy Konghou is not the elder of his Chu family, but the real Huan Zong
When it's over, he will be expelled from the Chu family.
Huan Zong saw Kong Hou's laughter until tears came out, and reached out to help her up from the cushion, so that her head would not hit the corner next to her: "Be careful."
After feeding a meditation pill into Konghou's mouth, Huan Zong turned his head to Chu Jixuan and said, "Absurd!"
How old is Konghou, how could he and her...
It's so absurd!
How could he have such stupid descendants and nephews
"It's okay, he doesn't know it either." After swallowing the meditation pill, Konghou slowed down. Seeing that Chu Jixuan's face was pale with fright, he pulled La Huanzong's sleeve, "Don't scare the younger generation."
Huan Zong looked down at the white fingers holding his sleeves, and lowered his eyelids: "Well."
The soft tip of the ear was as red as dripping blood.