Chu Jixuan huddled in the corner of the carriage, quietly doubting life. He was of noble birth, loved by his father, and even civil and military officials treated him with special courtesy because of his spiritual roots. In the twenty-one years from his birth to the present, he has lived a life full of stars.
This is the first time he has lost such a big face, but the object of shame is still the big man he must laugh with. Before visiting Jixiang Pavilion, the father mentioned to him that their ancestors adopted the name of the ancestor who went to cultivate, so Zhenren Huanzong can be regarded as his nominal ancestor, although he was very suspicious of adopting this. It's a bit tricky, and Grandpa Zeng himself didn't know about it at all.
What made him even more strange was that there was not even the name of Grandpa Zeng in the Zulu. Could it be that the ancestors were worried that bad people would use the name of Grandpa Zeng to do harm, so he deliberately erased the name
Huanzong's attitude towards Chu Jixuan was not gentle, and even in Konghou's view, Huanzong was more gentle to the disciples of Liuguangzong than to this royal highness.
The flying horse moved very fast, but within an hour, it had already left the boundary of Fengcheng. Konghou lifted the curtain and glanced at the horse soaring in the air, took out two spiritual fruits from the storage ring and handed it to Chu Jixuan: "You go to Wuweizhuang alone, what about the Ruyi girl?"
"A few years ago, a fairy from the Shuiyuemen found that Ruyi had an immortal relationship, so she accepted her as an introductory disciple. I and her childhood sweethearts have almost never parted. If I can't join the sect practice, I'm afraid Ruyi will give up so much for me. A good opportunity." Chu Jixuan was embarrassed to gnaw in front of the elders, holding the Lingguo, "Who doesn't want to live a long and better life, but I'm afraid that she will lose all her relatives in the long years, and there will be no one to accompany her. she."
"I can't bear her being alone and sad, so I just accompany her to practice and live longer." Chu Jixuan's face got a smile, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, Fairy, I have already prepared all the shameful preparations before coming, In the end, I didn't expect to be so lucky to meet Grandpa Zeng."
Although Konghou doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, she can see Chu Jixuan's sincerity in dealing with feelings: "It's good that you have such an idea."
She thought that the men in the royal family were either indifferent to women like her father, or like Emperor Jinghong, with concubines and concubines in the harem. She didn't expect there were people who took their feelings seriously.
Hearing Konghou complimenting himself, Chu Jixuan smiled shyly: "It is the best thing to be with your lover."
It's not the luxury of longevity, but the person who wants to accompany the love for a longer time.
The sound of birds chirping came from outside the carriage, Konghou opened the curtain of the carriage, and the mountains and plains outside the window were white with pear blossoms.
"It's so beautiful." She was lying on the window, staring blankly at the pear flowers all over the mountain, the petals falling to the top of her hair without knowing it. Huan Zong looked at her profile, and reached out to pluck the petal.
A faint fragrance spread to the tip of the nose, but I didn't know whether the fragrance was a flower or a girl who admired it.
"Grandpa Zeng." Seeing Huan Zong's calm expression, Chu Jixuan summoned up his courage and said, "How have you been doing these years?"
"After leaving the palace, there is nothing wrong." Huan Zong turned his head and stared at Chu Jixuan for a while, "Are you a descendant of the third generation?"
Chu Jixuan was a little embarrassed. It was indeed recorded in the Zulu that his ancestor was the third brother of Grandpa Zeng. After Grandpa Zeng left with the immortal, his ancestor adopted the name of Grandpa Zeng. Later, for some unknown reason, his ancestor became the emperor. , it has been passed down to his generation.
"Grandpa Zeng, I... I'm your descendant." Chu Jixuan had already guessed why his ancestors would adopt the name of Grandpa Zeng back then. When Xianchang faced the client's face, he was embarrassed to raise his head.
"I left the palace under ten years old, where is the junior?" Huan Zong's indifferent eyes turned slightly, "Come on, I will call me Uncle Zeng or a real person in the future."
Sure enough, their lineage would not be recognized by Grandpa Zeng. Chu Jixuan was a little disappointed, but because he had expected it, it was not too rude: "Junior remembers it."
"I didn't get along well with your ancestors back then. I have already cut off my kinship, so I don't need to mention all the right and wrong in the past." Huan Zong's tone was indifferent, mentioning that the Chu family had no emotions and feelings.
"Yes..." Chu Jixuan knelt on the mat and bowed to Huan Zong.
Huan Zong glanced at him, leaned on the soft cushion, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.
The carriage was quiet again, Konghou turned his head to find Huan Zong lying down, lowered the curtains of the carriage, took out a thin blanket from the storage ring and put it on Huan Zong, and began to close his eyes and meditate.
Looking at the two people who closed their eyes, Chu Jixuan was a little curious, Mr. Zeng... What is the relationship between Mr. Zeng and Fairy Konghou, why did Mr. Zeng not let him mention "love and love", and the eyes of Fairy Konghou are so gentle.
From yesterday to today, he found that Uncle Zeng looked at everyone the same way, alienated and indifferent. The only difference was when he was with Fairy Konghou, when his eyes were full of warmth.
The light from outside the carriage sneaked into the carriage through the gaps in the curtains, and slipped onto Konghou's skirt. She was so bright that she seemed to be glowing.
Huan Zong opened his eyes, grabbed the thin blanket on his body, stared at the girl under the light, and his pupils were also stained with light.
All the way to the east, in the evening, Konghou and others arrived at the small town where Wuweizhuang is located.
There was smoke rising from the mountains and forests, and the two guards guarding the city gate were wearing old and clean armor, with thin faces and energetic eyes. Seeing the flying horses landing in the air, the two guardians cheered up.
"I have seen the fairy, but I don't know where the fairy came from?"
"Coming from Peicheng, I have something to meet the owner of Wuwei Village." Lin Hu handed the life card to the guard, "There are two laborers."
"The Immortal, please come in." The two guards had never been out of their hometown in their entire lives. They heard that Lin Hu came from a famous cultivation city. There was envy and curiosity in their eyes, but no jealousy or resentment.
Entering the city gate, the city is very quiet, not silence but a kind of tranquility, which gives people a sense of leisure that the years are quiet and the busyness of other places has nothing to do with them. According to the visiting etiquette, they should wait until tomorrow morning to visit Wuweizhuang, but they still have to rush to Kuicheng, so they can only come to the door in the evening to harass, hoping that the owner of Wuweizhuang will see the richness of the visit. , can forgive their presumptuousness.
Under the guidance of enthusiastic passers-by, Lin Hu drove a carriage to find the location of Wuweizhuang. Wuweizhuang is not the controller of the city, and its location is not good. If the word Wuweizhuang is not hanging at the gate, it will only make people think that this is an ordinary three-entry courtyard with a slightly wider area. .
Kong Hou jumped out of the carriage, and before he could knock on the door, he heard the clanging of weapons coming from behind the door. Her complexion changed greatly. Could it be that some evildoer is doing evil? Thinking that Yunhuamen was still looking forward to accepting Wuweizhuang as an affiliated sect, Konghou didn't care about anything else, he pulled out the Shuishuang sword from his hair, and kicked open the half-old wooden door.
The moment the door opened, white powder came in. Konghou didn't dare to be careless. He waved his sleeves and used his spiritual power to build a barrier to keep the unknown powder out.
"Of course the sweet-scented osmanthus cake should be tasted with honey, and then decorated with sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus, so as to not lose the original flavor of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus."
"Fart, salt is the fate of all flavors, without salt, no flavor, sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus cake should naturally be respected."
"As a cook, it smells like a dirty mouth."
"I will not only scold you, but also beat you."
Boning knives, kitchen knives, and meat cleavers flew horizontally, but no one touched the sticky rice, peanuts, honey, etc. that were placed next to them, and even carefully avoided them. As a cook, stick to your cooking philosophy and cannot be easily shaken, even if you fight.
But no matter what philosophy you hold, the respect for ingredients is the same.
The ignorant disciple who sprinkled flour just now was beaten to the ground by the disciples on both sides, and the remaining disciples continued to have intense exchanges for Xiankou and Tiankou.
All kinds of knives in the air glowed with dazzling instruments. At first glance, I thought it was the scene of cutting human flesh.
Konghou stood there blankly, what was the chef and cultivator doing in private
"The original flavor of osmanthus cake is the best, where can I put honey and salt." Chu Jixuan whispered, "Whether it is honey or salt, it will cover up part of the original fragrance of osmanthus."
Konghou silently looked back at Chu Jixuan, gave way to the side, and pointed to the chaotic scene in the yard: "Do you need to go in and discuss with them?"
"It's not necessary. There are thousands of people in the world, and their tastes are different, so don't be too insistent." Looking at the various weapons flying in the air, Chu Jixuan swallowed and took three steps back, "Cooking. Well, the most important thing is to be at peace."
Seeing that the sun was about to go down, the Wuweizhuang disciples didn't have the momentum to stop, so Konghou had no choice but to give a high-five with both hands and said, "Fellow Daoists, I'm a disciple of Yunhua Sect. I have something to ask the owner of Guizhuang Village, please pass it on on your behalf."
If there are evil cultivators over here, you don't have to hide your identity, you can directly take them out. From the time she kicked the door in until now, they were all just fighting for the sweet and savory taste, not even caring about anyone coming.
Chef Xiu's insistence on the esophagus is terribly stubborn.
"What?" When the disciples in the fight heard the words "Yunhuamen", they all stopped, took back the magic weapon that was thrown out, and asked the younger brothers and sisters to carry the dining hall back to the kitchen, while arranging someone to notify the owner of the village.
"The fairy is here, and the plum blossoms are full of brilliance." The leading disciple tidied up his clothes, walked to Konghou and clasped his fists at her. In my heart, I was secretly curious, why did the disciples from the famous sect suddenly come to a small sect like them
"You're welcome, fellow Daoist." Kong Hou turned to introduce Huan Zong and Lin Hu, "They are the disciples of the Glazed Light Sect. This time, we are taking the liberty of disturbing the younger generation, and I ask your sect to forgive our rudeness."
Liu Guangzong
The disciple thought there was something wrong with his ears, what happened to these famous disciples, did they make an appointment to come and play with them in Wuweizhuang
"Xianchang and Xianzi are too polite, please come with me." Just as the disciple led Konghou, Huan Zong and other four people to take a few steps inside, the disciple who sent the message hurried out, "Xianchang, Xianzi, please, Sect Master. Waiting for the two of you in the main hall."
"I don't dare." Kong Hou thanked him, "I beg your fellow Daoist to lead the way."
"Fairy please, Xianchang please."
After Konghou and the others went to the main hall, the disciples who stayed in the courtyard looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke for a while.
"It's all right, I've lost face in front of the disciples of the big sect." I don't know which disciple muttered in a low voice.
The others turned to stare at him, causing him to shrink his neck in fright.
Originally, they were still envious of the Lucky Pavilion, but they could no longer support it at the time, but they suddenly became the affiliated sect of Yunhuamen, and they were well-known in the cultivation world. A few days ago, they were still imagining, maybe there will be a big sect suddenly coming, and they want to accept them as a subsidiary sect. As a result, the two major sect disciples saw them shut the door and fight today, and now they are embarrassed to even dream.
When Master Bai An heard from his disciple that there was a visit from a cultivator from Yunhuamen, the first person that came to his mind was the little girl he met at the Yancheng Hundred Flowers Dance that day. I don't know why, he just has this kind of intuition, maybe the other party's smile is too lovable
"Both please."
Hearing the voices coming from outside, the real person of Baian sat upright, hid the half-eaten half-eaten chicken feet with pickled peppers on the table in the drawer, and did not forget to release a technique to make the pickled peppers smell in the room. go away.
Seeing the face of the little girl walking in the front, the real person Bai An stood up: "Fairy Konghou, real person Huan Zong."
"I'm taking the liberty to interrupt, I've caused you trouble." Kong Hou returned the salute, and was polite to Bai Anzhen for a while.
"Master, the juniors are here today to ask for something."
"The fairy is joking, where can I help the fairy?" The words of Master Bai An are not self-deprecation, but the truth. They want money but no money, no one, let alone rare treasures, how can they help
"There is really no one to help with this task except the owner of the villa." Konghou turned to look at Chu Jixuan who was standing behind Lin Dendrobium.
"Come here." Huan Zong's lips lightly opened, and he called Chu Jixuan over, "Zhuang Zhu, this is a relative of the world before I entered the cultivation, and he has some spiritual roots in cultivation. He likes cooking, and looks at the whole world of cultivation, only There are nobles who can accommodate him."
Contain…
Master Bai An felt that this junior might not please Master Huan Zong, otherwise his tone would not be so indifferent and calm. With the status of the real person of Huan Zong, it is not enough to bring the younger generation into any sect.
"Young Master, please stretch out your left hand." Master Bai An didn't say whether he refused or agreed. When Chu Jixuan stretched out his hand, he used his spiritual power to probe the spiritual platform and spiritual veins in his body, "How long have you been practicing, and who did you learn from?"
"Fifteen years, I have learned the most basic introduction to qi refining with the scattered practitioners invited by my family." Chu Jixuan saw the temperament of the villa owner named Bai An, and looked at him with kind and kind eyes, but he felt very kind in his heart. Answered each other's questions honestly.
"I didn't join the teacher's door, and in just 15 years, I have already cultivated the fifth-order Qi refining. Why did you want to enter my Wuweizhuang door with such a good qualification?" "I'm a small family and a small family, the young master worships me, I'm afraid I'm wronged."
"The owner of the villa doesn't know something. Although I grew up in brocade clothes and jade food, I can only study the dishes in private, and I dare not let my family know about my hobbies." Chu Jixuan replied, "I also ask the owner of the villa not to dislike me for being stupid and accept me. Getting started." Uncle Zeng said that his aptitude was not good, but the owner of the village said he had good aptitude, who should he trust
"My son's surname is Chu, what does it have to do with the capital's royal family?" Although he was already thinking about accepting an apprentice, he would not open his mouth until the identity of the other party was clarified.
"Master Hui, the younger generation is the third son of the current emperor."
He is the prince, so the real Huan Zong who is his elder...
The Chu family in Kyoto was born with dragon luck, and they were born emperors. If this kind of destiny is in the mortal world, it may be envied by everyone, but in the cultivation world where monks are everywhere, the influence and status of the royal family are not high.
It is said that although the Chu clan in Kyoto is the emperor's destiny, he is born with a lack of spiritual roots. They have been passed down for so many generations, and their lifespans are the same as ordinary people, and no one has set foot on the road of cultivation. I didn't expect the rumors to be so exaggerated. If the disciples of the Chu family are destined to have no spiritual roots, what are the spiritual roots of Huan Zongren and this prince
"If you don't dislike it, you can stay in my Wuweizhuang." The real person Bai Anan nodded slowly, "But once you enter my door, you must obey the rules of the door." These words are not only for Chu Jixuan, but also for Chu Jixuan. It was addressed to Emperor Huanzong and Konghou.
"Villager, please rest assured, he is a disciple of your sect when he enters Wuweizhuang, and all rules are subject to your sect." Huan Zong said, "I have broken my relationship, please don't worry about it."
Huan Zong's words were only short of saying that he had already cut off the ties, just brought people over, and he would not care about other things.
The real master Bai An was completely relieved, no one wanted to accept an apprentice back, and he had to be concerned about the prominent elders behind the apprentice. They are poor in Wuweizhuang, but they still have their own perseverance.
However, after Chu Jixuan heard these words from Huan Zong, he felt a little depressed. He secretly glanced at Huan Zong a few times, but Huan Zong did not look at him, he could only bow his head and listen to them obediently.
After discussing the matter of accepting the apprentices, Master Bai An saw that it was getting dark outside, and said, "Everyone, please come with me to eat some food outside."
When Konghou heard the word "meal", he was full of expectations for the meals of Wuweizhuang.
Unfortunately, just when she was seated and before she had time to move her chopsticks, a disciple came to report, and the chief disciple of the Zhaohan Sect, Changde, paid her respects.
"There is a request." Bai Anzhen said apologetically to Konghou and Huan Zong, "You two, please sit down for a while." I don't know what day it is today, but there are direct disciples from three major sects to come to their dilapidated and outdated little boy. sect.
Chang De, who came in behind the disciples, was also very surprised when he saw Konghou and Huan Zong. He paused and bowed to the two of them: "Two fellow Daoists, we meet again."
"Changde and Taoism are friendly." Konghou returned his salute and greeted him to sit down together, "Do you also pass through this place, fellow Taoist?"
"I heard the news a few days ago that there is a secret realm to be opened in Kui City in a few days. I want to take my junior brother and sister to Kui City to see it." There is such a thing as a secret realm, Changde did not hide it. Although the secret realm is rich in resources , but he never entered this secret realm. If Huan Zong and Konghou were also interested in the secret realm, they would be able to take care of them in the secret realm together.
Brother and sister
Konghou thought of Fairy Lingbo who wanted to spread flowers to clear the way: "Didn't the other junior brothers and sisters come with you?"
"They were resting in the inn. I remembered that Wuweizhuang was here, so I came to visit." Changde explained, "Because we have to leave early tomorrow, I came to disturb at this time."
"Xianchang is very kind. If you can come, the gate of Wuweizhuang will be open for you for twelve hours." When Bai Anzhen heard the word "secret realm", he didn't react at all. Although there are many treasures in the secret realm, they are not something they can grab. Instead of breaking into the secret realm with unrealistic fantasies, and finally coming back with an injury, or even throwing your life into the secret realm, it is better to stay in Zhuangzi and cultivate well.
"Do you know how many days this secret realm will be open?" Konghou asked Changde.
"The records about this secret realm say that it is open for 49 days, but after five hundred years of changes, it may change. For the sake of safety, I plan to take the junior brothers and sisters to stay there for about thirty days, and then exit the secret realm. Chang De was worried that Konghou had no experience in entering the secret realm, and accidentally trapped himself in the secret realm. "There are many geniuses and treasures in the secret realm. Even if you stay there for a year, you will not be able to take everything with you. Be more careful."
"Thank you for letting me know, I will pay more attention." A month is neither too long nor too short. Konghou turned his head to Bai Anzhen and said, "Does Zhenren want to send a disciple with us?"
"My disciples have a shallow cultivation base, and walking with you will only cause trouble for you." Bai Anzhen could see that Konghou was intending to support him, but he could not be without self-knowledge. If it was just an ordinary experience, even if Bai An was cheeky, he would ask them to bring two sect disciples.
But the crisis-ridden secret realm is different, and the natural traps in it are endless, and the young disciples under the door do not have the ability to enter.
Seeing that Master Bai An was not being hypocritical and polite, Kong Hou did not persuade him any more, and said to Huan Zong with his voice transmission: "Huan Zong, why don't we go with the disciples of Zhao Han Zong tomorrow?"
Huan Zong glanced at Changde, who had been talking to Konghou since he entered the door, and replied with a sound transmission technique with a blank face: "We will go alone, not with them."
Konghou turned to look at Huan Zong, wanting to know why he refused.
"I don't like too stuffy floral scents."
Konghou: Huh
"The petals that have been picked have been kept in the basket for a long time. Not only do they taste strange, but they also attract insects when they are scattered."
Konghou: "…"
Konghou thought that sound transmission was a great invention in the world of self-cultivation. With its existence, at least half of the contradictions in the world of self-cultivation could be reduced.
If Fairy Lingbo heard these words, the table of food in front of her might be thrown to the ground.