Chapter Eighty-Six: Longyang Shaoyu

"What do you do?"

The young man asked puzzled, and then immediately shouted impatiently, "Go away, you are blocking my horse." ”

An Yun raised his eyes to look at him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, this person had spiritual qi on his body, and he was actually a Qi refining stage cultivator. However, his cultivation level is very low, and he can't even feel the breath on An Yun's body, otherwise he wouldn't have yelled at her.

An Yun pointed to the sugar gourd rod in his hand, and said calmly: "The sugar gourd in your hand, there is a string of sugar gourds that are mine." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously turned his gaze to the middle-aged vendor next to him.

The middle-aged vendor was also stunned, and then remembered that he had promised to give this girl a string of sugar gourds just now, but didn't she want it before? It's all been sold, how else can he send it?

The peddler had a headache and said to An Yun: "Girl, just now I thought you wouldn't want it." You see that this master has already bought all the sugar gourds, why don't I give you another bunch tomorrow? ”

When the young man heard the vendor say this, he immediately got up: "Did you hear it, I spent the money, this sugar gourd is mine, I don't have your share, why don't you get out of the way?" ”

An Yun originally planned to forget about this, but when he heard his words, the foot that was about to step away stood firm again, firmly blocked in front of the horse, stared at the vendor and said seriously: "You promised to send me, and I didn't say I didn't want it, so there is a string of sugar gourds that should be mine." Unless I say I don't want it, you can sell it to him again. ”

A person who cultivates the Tao does not make promises, and what he promises must be a thousand gold. This is the rule of heaven and earth, follow the law, otherwise there will be demons. Hinders the advancement of cultivation.

The peddler was dumbfounded, thinking how could this girl admit to death? It's just brain-dead. He was also a little impatient. Shaking his hand, he said, "Forget it, I can't tell you clearly." Then I won't send you, right? This is my sugar gourd, whether I want to give it or not, it's up to me. ”

An Yun shook his head: "No, you said you wanted to send me, then this string of sugar gourds is mine, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

The young man squeezed out an exaggerated expression: "Yo ho, what's the matter, are you going to rob it?" Hey, there are still people in Longyang City who dare to rob my master. That's a real rarity. I said girl, if you really want to eat sugar gourd, it's nothing for me to give you one, master, I have always been generous. But if you want to rob it, I really won't give it to you, master, you can try to rob it......"

Before his words fell, he felt a breeze blowing on his face, and only heard a female voice farther and farther away in his ears: "It's not a robbery, I'm just taking back what belongs to me." ”

The young man shook his head. Looking at the pole, there was no more, no less, just a string of sugar gourds missing. looked down again, and there was still An Yun's shadow around.

The young man blinked, and the two vendors stared at each other for a moment. Only then did he scream: "Master, I walked away, but I didn't see the identity of this girl, damn." Cultivators also grab sugar gourds, what kind of world? ”

He cursed all the way. Riding a horse and galloping towards the imperial city. When he arrived at the imperial city, he dismounted and threw the reins of his horse to the attendants who ran over. Carrying a sugar gourd into the harem.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl dressed in rich clothes ran towards him, and shouted from afar: "Brother Huang, have you bought my sugar gourd?" ”

"I bought it back, you slow down, be careful of falling." The young man grinned at the girl, picked up a string of sugar gourds and handed them to the girl who ran over: "Taste sweet or not?" ”

The girl took it and took a bite, and exclaimed happily, "Sweet." ”

The young man laughed, stuffed the rod into the chamberlain beside him, and took the girl's hand and walked towards the palace in front.

The emperor and the empress in the side hall were playing against each other, and the other palace maids and eunuchs were serving, no one spoke, and only the sound of the falling son could be heard in the hall.

"Father, queen mother, the child has returned." The young man did not salute, but took the tea cup in the hand of the palace maid and drank it with a big grin.

The queen raised her head and smiled dotingly at him: "Shaoyu is back, are you having fun going out?" He also instructed the palace maids around him to fetch water for him and wipe his face.

The emperor glanced at Longyang Shaoyu with dissatisfaction, and said with a straight face: "How old is a person, why are you still so unruly?" There is another month that is the day of the Xuantian Sect, if you don't work hard to cultivate during this time, and run out all day long, no wonder you have been in the Xuantian Sect for fifteen years, but you haven't even built a foundation. ”

Long Yang Shaoyu's eyes widened, and he said unconvinced: "Father, do you know how hard I work?" It's not that you don't know the potential of my spiritual root, it is not easy to cultivate to the fifth layer of the Qi refining stage now, and even Patriarch Minghao said that I am working hard. ”

The girl bit the sugar gourd and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my brother works so hard, I watch him sit and sleep every day." ”

Longyang Shaoyu corrected: "Jing Feng, brother, that's called meditation, not sleeping. ”

"But you're snoring."

“……”

An Yun sat on the roof of the palace opposite, biting the sugar gourd in his hand, while looking at the happy family opposite, and secretly said in his heart: It turns out that he is Longyang Shaoyu, and his qualifications are really poor.

After a while, An Yun turned his head and glanced at the three monks who appeared behind him. She swept over the three of them with her divine sense, and realized that the three of them were all foundation-building monks, just like her.

One of the old men with a goatee stepped forward and said to her with an unkind expression: "Who is Daoyou, what are you doing in Longyang Palace?" ”

"It's nothing expensive, just take a look." An Yun said lightly.

The three monks didn't expect her to be so breezy and light, and they couldn't help but change their faces. However, the three of them saw that she was already building a foundation and cultivating at a young age, and they were afraid that she was a descendant of a major sect or a junior of a certain big man, but they didn't dare to get angry.

The goatee at the head endured his anger and said: "Fellow Daoist, this is the Longyang Palace, even if you are a cultivator, you shouldn't trespass at will." If you must enter the palace to play, please vote for the worship post first, and the Longyang royal family will treat you with courtesy. ”

An Yun said lightly: "I'm not a big person, how can I have any worship?" ”

The middle-aged monk behind the goatee stepped forward and said angrily, "Which sect are you a disciple of, how dare you ignore the Longyang royal family so much?" Aren't you afraid that your elders will blame you? ”

An Yungang wanted to say that he didn't have a master for a casual cultivation, but suddenly remembered that he had entered the Chaoyun Sect and could be regarded as a person with status, so he had to change his words and said: "I'm going to disappoint you, I'm afraid that the elders of my division won't have time to take care of me." ”

Naturally, the movement here aroused the minds of others, and many guards with knives poured out from under the palace, surrounding the palace.

Longyang Shaoyu rushed out, looked up and saw that it was An Yun, and shouted: "It turned out to be you, what's the matter, it's not enough to rob me of a sugar gourd?" You follow the master and me back to the palace, do you still want to choke on the sugar gourd? (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to Repertoire for the sachet of the tip, Momoda.