The team from Tianjimen moved straight towards the vicinity.
Zong Ci moved his steps and stepped aside. When he looked up, he saw the group of people heading in his direction as if they were staring at him.
Ah, what's going on
Zong Ci was stunned for a moment, looked at the person in the lead, and subconsciously said hello, "What a coincidence."
Tianyi, like all the children, had a straight face and a dust tail in his hand. When he saw him, his eyes lit up and he nodded reservedly, "Qiao."
The procession stopped.
Behind a group of children holding glazed lanterns, dark wooden wheelchairs slowly drove out.
Although there are many people on the street, it is extremely quiet at the moment. No one makes a sound. Everyone is looking here and listening to the dull sound of the wooden wheel rolling on the bluestone road.
After a few days, when he saw the leader of the Tianji Sect again, Zong Ci's first reaction was to be nervous.
... He could never forget the unexpected glimpse he had at the half window lattice when he closed the window last time.
The scene he saw accidentally was like a brand, lingering in Zong Ci's heart every day, and he couldn't get rid of it.
When it reached him, the wheelchair stopped.
"Want to put up the lights together?"
The man with black hair and white clothes asked gently.
Today, he did not just put on his inner clothes in a hurry like that night. Instead, he was dressed very neatly and formally. He wore a beautifully embroidered flowing clouds and crane cloak with a white background and red edges. He held two burning lanterns slightly between his fingers. It seemed to be in line with what he just said.
Zong Ci was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had spoken jokingly during the last separation.
- "In a few days it will be the Lantern Festival, and we will be neighbors with the famous Master of the Tianji Sect. We can get more blessings by putting up lanterns then."
Zong Ci looked at the two lanterns, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
Obviously he just mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect that the other party actually silently remembered it in his heart.
After a long while, he replied: "Okay."
The head of the family not only remembered it, but also came to invite him personally. It would be unreasonable for Zong Ci to refuse, and he had a very good impression of the Tianji Sect Master in his two lives, and he did not avoid him like a scourge like a scourge when faced with other old friends in his previous life.
Even Zong Ci himself didn't realize that he wanted to get closer to this sect leader.
So Zong Ci joined the Tianji Sect and his team.
The vast and magnificent team stayed here for a while before starting again.
Seeing this scene, the eyes of the onlookers almost dropped. When the team gradually faded away, they recovered from their daze and broke out into a heated discussion.
“Who is that young man who was personally invited by the Tianji Sect’s leader just now?”
"It seems that he is a disciple of Taiyan Sect?"
"Yes, it should be the one who was sitting at the front, led by Tianjimen, during the last sermon."
Hearing this, the onlookers were stunned: "The one at the front?!"
There are many monks in the world of cultivation, and ordinary people certainly account for the vast majority of them. During the last sermon, most of them were sitting on the steps going up the mountain, or they were standing far away, listening from afar, and could not even enter the square. Now when I suddenly heard that someone could surpass the powerful ones behind and sit in the front row, I couldn't help but gasp.
That's the first row!
They all benefited a lot from sitting in the back and couldn't imagine what the first row was like.
While shocked, some people also raised questions at the right time: "Since we are sitting in the front row, why is that disciple Fang still in the Qi refining stage?"
"That's right, besides, doesn't Tianji Sect not interfere with the world and interact with others? What's going on now?"
Everyone whispered and discussed, "Every time the Tianji Sect is born, there is a reason. Maybe there is some great opportunity in the Taiyan Sect disciple just now. The Tianji Sect can always see people more accurately than you. "
"Let's not get too involved in other people's affairs. Last time I saw the disciples in charge of the affairs hall, they all had great respect for that disciple. They lowered their eyebrows and listened to him. I think he is also a big shot."
"Do all the disciples of the chief steward respect him so much? He must be a big shot..."
After these people finished their discussion, they silently looked at the group of people who had just left.
A young man dressed in red and white cloth walked beside the wheelchair. The man in the wheelchair wore a crane cloak of the same color on his shoulders. Both of them had dark hair spread out and looked outstanding.
One person tilted his head slightly, and the other seemed to raise his head. Looking from a distance, the red spots on their bodies seemed to be melting together, inseparable, and their backs became one scene, leaving no room for others to interfere.
A child with a glazed lamp followed them. The purple flame ignited by the shark's ointment jumped faintly, and golden stardust emitted from the flame core. It emerged from the mouth of the glass lamp, dispersed in the air and gradually disappeared.
Wherever the group of people passed, a meandering river of stars was left in the night sky behind them, giving people the illusion that as they walked, they were about to fly into the sky at any time and step on the moon to reach immortality.
... ...
When the monks saw the ceremonial guard at Tianjimen, their first reaction was to quietly avoid it, and then pay attention to it. It was like an emperor from the mortal world parading out of the imperial city, with great pomp.
In the past, Zong Ci never paid attention to these disturbing onlookers. But for some reason today, when he was walking beside the Tianji Sect Master, he felt extremely uncomfortable all over his body, and he even had the illusion that he didn't know where to place his hands.
Zong Ci remembered a very famous idiom "the fox pretends to be the tiger's power".
As if he was aware of the fluctuating mood of the young man next to him, the man's fingertips on the handrail lightly touched. The next moment, a traceless water wave flashed through the air. In the blink of an eye, the crowded street in front of him transformed into... A remote valley.
Zong Ci had once reached the peak of his tribulation period, so he was naturally aware of this silent short-distance spatial transfer. There was no surprise on his face now.
It's just... ...the two of them are the only ones standing in the quiet forest now.
The group of Tianji Sect children holding lanterns seemed to have been forgotten by their sect master and was not dragged over by the way.
It's very quiet here, just across the bustling street.
The dense woods undulated in the dim evening, fireflies danced in the forest, and there were still a few traces of burnt red clouds in the distant sky.
"This way, it will be much quieter."
They happened to be standing by the river, and the light reflected from the sky reflected on the river's surface, causing ripples in circles.
Zong Ci didn't know what to say, so he could only reply "Yeah".
After a moment of silence, Qian Yuexi suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
Zong Ci: "???"
The young man looked in astonishment.
Under the whirling shadows of the trees, several shadows cut across the deep face of the Tianji Sect Master, and his tight thin lips revealed some unknown thoughts.
For a moment, Zong Ci felt that he seemed... a little inexplicably sad.
As soon as this thought emerged, he threw it away in an instant.
How is it possible? The person in front of me is the master of Tianji Sect, the legendary being who is closest to the way of heaven. To the master of the Tianji Sect, Zong Ci is now just an insignificant Taiyan Sect disciple. How can a normal person feel sad after chatting all day long for no apparent reason.
Could it be that the leader of the Tianji Sect has been alone in Tianshan for too long and rarely interacts with others. Now that I have finally entered the world, I have gone down to the mountain gate to understand the sentiments of the people, and I also care about the world and care about what ordinary monks think of the Tianji Sect, so why did I ask this question to a Qi Refining Period
Zong Ci hesitated for a moment, then said carefully, "Probably... not even?"
Qian Yuexi had no intention of answering, but looked at him quietly with his spiritual consciousness.
The man with black hair and white clothes was sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes closed, like a finely crafted puppet, quietly waiting for the boy's next words.
As a last resort, Zong Ci had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue, "Senior, you have a high level of cultivation and you are the master of the Tianji Sect. You seem to be... difficult for people to get close to. Moreover, you have the common people in the world at heart, and you are not pursuing ordinary pursuits like ours." The monks on the Avenue of Immortality are as different as clouds and mud..."
The words he picked were all compliments, but he didn't want the man in front of him to frown further and further.
Zong Ci was so frightened that his tongue accidentally rolled around.
"...Actually, I have been fascinated by the sect master for a long time. It's not fear, but admiration."
The Master of the Tianji Sect was stunned for a moment, as if the clouds were parting, the frown he had just frowned suddenly relaxed.
It's over, it's over, I said the wrong thing again.
Zong Ci almost wanted to cover his face with his hands, squat down on the spot, and start growing mushrooms.
In his previous life, when the ruthless way was still there, Sword Master Lingyun was a ruthless, taciturn, cold swordsman type who couldn't type a single word.
Perhaps it was because there were few opportunities for him to speak Chrysostom. After his rebirth, Zong Ci felt that his language skills had deteriorated somewhat.
Especially, in front of the Tianji Sect Master.
He is obviously a man who has lived for many years and has practiced Taoism for two lifetimes. Even Master Qingxuzi didn't give Zong Ci such a helpless feeling. Why did he appear nervously like an inexperienced child in front of the Tianji Sect's leader
Zong Ci was puzzled and finally heard the person in front of him speak again.
"Qianyue Xi."
"ah?"
The boy's eyes widened, confusion evident on his face.
"this is my name."
The Tianji Sect Master said patiently: "There is no need to use honorifics, just call him by his name."
The world of cultivation is very particular about seniority, just like the mortal world, it accepts death. In his previous life, Zong Ci had just joined Qing Xuzi's sect, but the other peak masters and elders of Taiyan Sect who had far surpassed him in cultivation still had to call him Junior Uncle. This was also the reason.
Although Zong Ci wasn't sure which generation Qian Yuexi belonged to, given his status, it was perfectly fine to use the honorific.
Zong Ci was stunned, "This is not good..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the Tianji Sect Master silently lower his eyebrows. The deep and shallow pendants in her hair slipped down from her temples along with her black hair. Her eyelashes, as long as crow feathers, moved slightly, and her expression seemed a little depressed.
Zong Ci: "..."
He instantly imagined a series of poor autistic people whose Tianji Sect masters looked cold, distant, and unkind on the surface. In fact, they were approachable, sentimental, and amiable on the inside, but they were usually too aloof and aloof, so no one could speak to them. image.
To be fair, this is not impossible. In his previous life, when Zong Ci was Ling Yun, he was aloof and aloof. In this life, without the suppression of ruthless Tao, his psychological activities and facial expressions are extremely rich. It can be said that a person cannot be judged by his appearance. Who knows if you are a serious person.
Zong Ci: "Qian, Qianyue Xi?"
Then he was lucky enough to see the legendary master of the Tianji Sect curl his lips again.
This time it was not as shallow as the last opening sermon, but a presence that could be called a "smile".
"Zong Ci."
Qian Yuexi also said word by word, unable to contain the good mood on his lips. As if to cover up the rising corners of his mouth, he coughed lightly, lowered his head, picked up the lantern on his lap, and handed it over.
The master of the Tianji Sect was known to be good-looking, but with such a smile, the original holy and ethereal temperament dissipated a little, like clouds and mist waving away, revealing every detail.
Even when he said his name, it seemed to be pressed between his lips and teeth, making people blush for no reason.
Zong Ci responded in a scruffy voice and hurriedly took the lantern, not wanting to accidentally touch his slightly cold fingertips.
The man's hand holding the lantern was long and slender, with clear joints, like the finest jade and porcelain in the world.
The young man's warm fingers brushed against these hands and pulled away in an instant, leaving an electric current that could reach the bottom of his heart.
Zong Ci felt that his whole face was burning inexplicably, so he quickly squatted down and lowered his fingers into the cold river water.
So he failed to notice that at the same time, the figure who looked like an immortal was covered with a light crimson color from his ears to his neck.
The fiery clouds in the distant sky ceased, and the earth fell into a vast darkness.
Night is the best cover at the moment.