I have to say that it doesn't feel good to ride the teleportation express. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The whole person seemed to be caught in a whirlpool, the world was spinning, if it weren't for Xuan Xiu, even if he wasn't turned to death, he would have to leave a serious concussion.

In fact, this process was not long, it only lasted for half a pillar of incense, and when Zhanbai felt the fullness of his down-to-earth spirit again, the situation in front of him had changed greatly.

Looking at her son's pale cheeks, Lan Ji showed an apologetic look and carefully stroked Zhanbai's back to soothe the bad feeling of dizziness.

"My son, are you feeling better?" Lan Ji said softly.

Trying to suppress the nausea of wanting to vomit, Zhanbai took a few deep breaths of cool air before relieving himself.

"Mother, I'm all right." Zhanbai's voice was still weak, but his eyes had already begun to look at his surroundings, "Where is this?" ”

As far as the eye can see, the mountains are full of purple and red flowers, which is pleasing to the eye and makes people unable to extricate themselves.

"Wanhuayuan is also where my mother's sect is located." Lan Ji raised her eyes and looked around, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

After 20 years of absence, today, I am finally revisiting my old place.

Zhan Bai was a little confused, he turned around and almost looked around, as far as the eye could see, except for the boundless sea of flowers, not to mention the crowds, even half of the building was not seen. Moreover, the name of the mother's sect is also that, why does it sound more like a kiln nest?

"Mother, how can there be half a figure here, are we going wrong?" Seeing that Lan Ji was still in endless remembrance, Zhan Bai said impatiently.

"Huh?" Lan Ji was awakened by Zhanbai, looked at her son's puzzled eyes, and couldn't help but smile, "My son, don't worry." You'll find out later. ”

After speaking, Lan Ji straightened her expression, became solemn, turned to the east, and carried her Xuan Li, making a clear sound, "Dressing Pavilion disciple Lan Ji, go back to the door." ”

The sound was crisp and loud, spreading throughout the four fields, and it was amazing that it had stirred up countless echoes in such a flat realm.

"Dressing Pavilion disciple Lan Ji, go back to the door."

“…… Disciple Lan Ji, go back to the door. ”

“…… Lan Ji, go back to the door. ”

“…… Back to the door. ”

……

Countless echoes, layered on top of each other, with a special rhythm, actually made Zhan Bai feel a trace of dizziness again.

"It's a terrible array of sparkling patterns." Zhan Bai was secretly shocked in his heart, and then, a terrifying essence suddenly shot out of his eyes.

I saw that less than two feet in front of the two of them, a red flower that could not be named suddenly grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it was waist-high, and the bud at the top bloomed, from a fist-sized bud to a delicate flower the size of a futon. A slender figure gradually emerges on the stamen in the center of the flower.

The kind of girl who watched a little person the size of a palm grow into an adult's height at a speed visible to the naked eye. This kind of visual amazement, Rao is white, was also completely shocked.

The girl was dressed in a fiery red dress, and her appearance was beautiful, but her demeanor was colder, she stepped on the stamen, looked at Zhanbai's mother and son from a high position, and then said coldly, "Who is making noise here." ”

"Dressing Pavilion Lan Ji, this time it's back and forth." Lan Ji didn't care about the other party's cold color, and said the previous words again.

"Do you have a certificate?" The girl in the red group asked, her expression still cold, as if it was a thousand-year-old piece of ice.

"This is the disciple's jade plate." Lan Ji spread out her palms, revealing a jade pendant, and the big word "makeup" in the center was particularly eye-catching.

"Hmm." After the girl in the red dress recognized it, she still didn't give up, "Since you are a disciple of the dressing pavilion, you know the rules of this sect, how dare you bring a strange man in." ”

There was condemnation in the words.

Zhan Bai couldn't stand it anymore, the woman in the red dress in front of her looked at her identity, that is, she was just an ordinary disciple guarding the mountain gate, she was so presumptuous, her nose was not dead, her nose was not a face, as if we owed her money.

was about to reprimand, but Lan Ji secretly pulled him, obviously preventing him from speaking.

"Messenger, this is the disciple's son. This time, the disciple wanted to choose a good mate for him. Lan Ji's tone became softer and softer, even a little flattering.

"Courtship?!" Hearing this, the expression of the woman in the red dress was finally no longer cold, and she vaguely looked at Lan Ji's gaze, and even had a hint of respect.

"This is a big matter, I hope that the senior sister will wait a while, and I will tell the pavilion master." The woman in the red dress spoke again, but her attitude had changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and after speaking, her body turned in place, and her figure became smaller again, and finally disappeared into the stamen.

"Wow, that's amazing." Seeing the woman in the red dress disappear, Zhan Bai couldn't control his curiosity anymore, so he had to take a step forward and explore the waist-high red flower.

"My son, don't be presumptuous." Lan Ji looked straight and hurriedly grabbed Zhanbai.

"Mother......

"I don't know, there are a lot of rules in Wanhuayuan, and once you violate them, you will have to suffer a little. So, when I go in, everything depends on my eyes. Do you remember what I told you before you came, say less and see less. Lan Ji couldn't help but remind again.

"Oh, my son wrote it down." Zhan Bai can only give up, but he is more and more curious about Wanhuayuan in his heart.

The two didn't wait long, and after a while, the girl in the red dress from before came out of the stamen again.

"Senior sister, your identity has been verified. Please come with me. As the girl spoke, she stretched out her jade finger and clicked twice on the side, and saw two flower buds, one blue and one yellow, blooming like the previous red flowers.

Lan Ji first thanked the girl in the red dress, then jumped on top of the blue flower and pointed to the other yellow flower to Zhanbai.

Zhan Bai understood, followed Lan Ji's example, and jumped on the yellow flower.

"Flowers, take it." The girl in the red dress said a word to the giant flower at her feet, and then, the flower stem retracted, the flower bone shrank, and the three people standing on the stamen also became smaller at the same time, and finally wrapped by the petals that were closed, and in the blink of an eye, the three flowers returned to their original appearance and were buried in the sea of flowers, and it was difficult to distinguish.

….

Compared with before, the endless sea of flowers, at this time, although there are also countless flowers, but the arrangement is staggered, and even from time to time there are women with flower baskets and laughter, like beautiful butterflies.

In the center of the flower garden, there is a small crystal clear lake, the surface of the lake is also dotted with lotus flowers, and the lotus leaves of the big fan almost cover the surface of the lake. In the middle of the small lake, there is a gazebo, which is covered by a gauze tent around it, but it can still be seen dimly, and there are a few slender figures sitting in it.

"Senior Sister Lan, please come here." The girl in the red dress led the white mother and son, shuttled through the flower garden, and after a while, they arrived at the lake, and then the three of them stepped on the lotus leaves, stepped on the waves, and finally jumped up the steps of the pavilion.

"Pavilion master, someone brought it." Through the gauze tent, the woman in the red dress bowed her head to the gazebo and said.

"Well, you go down." There was a slightly lazy voice in the pavilion, like a beautiful woman who had just woken up, with grace and noble bearing.

"Yes." The woman in the red dress answered and returned the same way, leaving only Lan Ji's mother and son still standing in place.

"Lan Ji, a disciple of the Dressing Pavilion, knock on the Pavilion Master. I wish the pavilion lord a thousand blessings and peace and eternal youth. Lan Ji stepped forward and bowed.

"Get up. Hongu still remembers you, it's been twenty years in the blink of an eye. In the pavilion, the pavilion master said softly, "This is your son?" ”

"The master of the pavilion is a child. The surname is Zhao, and the name is inscribed. Lan Ji replied.

"Well, it's a long talent." The pavilion master said lukewarmly, "I heard Hong'er say, do you want to ask for a marriage for him?" ”

"Exactly, I hope that the pavilion master will be fulfilled."

"There's nothing that can't be done. This sect has always been tempted to have foreign talents come to the door to ask for marriage, but this rule is still required. You should know that. ”

"The disciple is clear. But ......" Lan Ji stopped talking.

"Say it. Although you have left the pavilion twenty years ago, you are still a disciple of my Wanhuayuan. As long as it's not too cold, this palace will still take care of it. The pavilion master thought that Lan Ji's dowry was insufficient, and he was a little ashamed to say it, so he couldn't help but comfort him.

"No, the Pavilion Master misunderstood. The disciple is willing to offer the exclusive right of commerce in a county as a dowry. Just ......"

"What, you mean the monopoly of commerce in a county?" Inside the gauze tent, the pavilion master's voice obviously had a trace of fluctuation.

"Yes. Don't hide it from the pavilion master, twenty years ago, by chance, the disciple got acquainted with a county festival, and they were all connected. It's not a formal room, but it's also quite favored. The joy on Lan Ji's face flashed, and when she knew that there was a door, she immediately added a fire.

"Good, not bad. It's rare that you have such an opportunity, and now you can think more about giving back to the sect. "The pavilion lord is very satisfied, the commercial monopoly of a county, this dowry is really extremely valuable. Although this monopoly is not really a monopoly on all commerce, after all, anyone with a brain knows that eating alone is the most taboo thing, but even if it can occupy half of the share, it is definitely a windfall for the sect.

Suddenly, however, the Pavilion Master fell silent, apparently realizing something.

"If Hongu heard me correctly, you just said 'but', what does that mean?" Sure enough, being able to sit in the position of the pavilion master is by no means a simple person.

"The disciple didn't dare to say it." Lan Ji pretended to be frightened.

"Say." In front of interests, this pavilion master obviously succeeded in attracting attention from Lan Ji.

"Although the disciple's husband is a county festival, there are many heirs, and the position of son-in-law has been undecided. Originally, the husband was in his prime, and this matter was not in a hurry. But who knows, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, not long ago, he was suddenly plotted by someone, and his fate was on the verge of death, so he ......" Lan Ji came slowly, and his face showed even more sadness.

"So, your mother and son have the idea of seizing the heir, but the strength is not as good as others, so you want to borrow the power of the sect, right?" Without waiting for Lan Ji to finish speaking, the pavilion master preemptively spoke, and there was already a coldness in his voice.

"Pavilion Master Mingjian, the disciple has no choice." Lan Ji fell to her knees in panic.

There was silence again in the pavilion, and it was clear that the pavilion master was weighing the pros and cons.

There is never a pie in the sky, and there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Lan Ji's dowry is undoubtedly extremely tempting, but it is obvious that this gift is not an unconditional gift.

In this regard, the pavilion master did not punish too much, and the rules of Wanhuayuan were like this. Lan Ji was subordinate to the Dressing Pavilion before, and if the disciples of this Pavilion were out of the Pavilion, they would in fact not be considered disciples of the sect, so there would be no master-slave relationship in the true sense between the two.

For Lan Ji's almost rude conditions, this pavilion master has no right to punish him.

"Lan Ji, you should know that I, Wanhuayuan, don't like to participate in the struggle for power and profit in the world." After a long time, the pavilion master finally spoke.

"The disciple naturally knows it, and he has never thought of dragging the sect into the water." Lan Ji hurriedly explained.

"Oh?" The Pavilion Master was visibly puzzled.

"Therefore, the disciple hopes to marry a flower fairy for his son." Lan Ji looked up sharply and said loudly.

"Ask to marry the flower fairy?!" Hearing this, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the pavilion.