Ying Tongjun was pushed suddenly, and he was annoyed, but when he turned his face, he saw a loud sprinkling of peppers, and then he was ready to thank him.

She turned her face but was stunned, the person in front of her was a teenager about her age, dirty, wearing a coarse cotton jacket, not even a pair of shoes, and the toes and the ground were the same color.

Ying Tongjun subconsciously took half a step back, feeling that the place on his body that had just been touched was extremely responsive.

Ying Zhongjing was also faintly frightened, when he saw the child in front of him, he was not as obvious as Ying Tongjun, on the contrary, he walked over and said a simple thank you.

At this time, there were also elders from other sects behind him who came to look for the child, Ying Zhongjing did not look back, he raised his finger, and the attendant behind him took out a piece of silver and handed it to the child.

The boy stared at the silver for a long time, and the vendors and houseowners who had been in a mess on the side were about to break their necks, and their eyes were glued to the shining silver ingots.

The young man looked at it for a while, shook his head, he pursed his chapped lips, and his voice was hoarse: "You might as well give me a meal." ”

A young monk who was coming to take the child stopped, he dragged the boy who had just been accused by Ying Tongjun, the boy looked at the ragged boy, the child's compassion was always richer, he pulled his father's sleeve, and whispered: "Can you take him back to our house?"

The young master thought about it, took a step forward, and was about to speak, but Ying Zhongjing spoke up.

"That's it, this kid will go to Kunlun with me to open the mountain, Kunlun doesn't pay attention to his background, wisdom, if there is a fairy fate, he will leave his own creation in Kunlun, if he loses, it doesn't matter, I will take you back to Tianshan and be my disciple of Tianshan. ”

Everyone's eyes were on Ying Zhongjing and the young man.

"Although Tianshan is not a guest of the immortal family, it has long been able to look forward to it, and this child has an immortal fate. ”

"The Tianshan Sect Master is also such a kind-hearted person. ”

The boy was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay," Ying Zhongjing led Ying Tongjun to turn around and strode out of the crowd, leaving a guard next to him to take care of the young man's affairs.

"What, can't you go into the mountain?" said Ying Zhongjing in a deep voice.

"Yes. ”

"You can hand over the name post, and make it clear that it is the Tianshan Mountains. ”

"The subordinates presented the name post, which was explained by the master of the Dianxue Hall in person, and he said that this year is a little special, the Kunlun enchantment needs to be strengthened, and everyone needs to open the mountain tomorrow before they can enter the mountain. Hall Master Qi asked me to pass on my apologies to the sect master. ”

Hearing the explanation of the hall master of the Dianxue Hall in person, Ying Zhongjing snorted coldly, he glanced around the dilapidated guest rooms, and his face was disgusted, "Then make all the points here, and I will stay for one night." ”

The young man took a bath and changed into a clean robe, Ying Zhongjing's attendant gave him his own clothes, the sleeves were folded three times and he could barely wear it, he leaned on the wooden staircase of the inn, downstairs or sitting or standing monks and children in different clothes, but he was surrounded by protégés of the Tianshan Sect, a water of white narrow sleeves riding and shooting clothes.

The boy seemed to have a coat in his coat, his thin neck dangling in the empty collar, and he looked at the people standing on the first floor of the inn discussing something, they didn't talk loudly, he had good ears, and he could hear some fragments.

"It seems that we can't enter Kunlun today, only Taihua Mountain and Emei made an exception to enter, and the Qi Suli Qi Hall Master personally apologized to us......"

"Then I can only rest here tonight, it seems that there are only two guest rooms......"

"Why don't you borrow some rooms from the people, or build an enchantment......"

The little boy who had been accused by the arrogant little princess was now standing on his father's lap, yawning heavily, his head resting lightly on his father's saber.

The young monk did not bow his head, but he sensed his son's tiredness, and he rubbed the top of the boy's head, and while talking to the monk next to him, he bent down and scooped his son up, and the boy naturally fell asleep around his father's neck.

The boy's eyes uncontrollably moved over the man's arm around the child, and the guard next to him glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

After everyone had discussed the matter, they all began to pack their bags and prepare to go out of the inn to find a place to live by themselves.

At this time, the wooden staircase next to the young man creaked, "Tongjun?" Ying Zhongjing shouted with a frown.

Ying Tongjun suddenly appeared from a square table in the corner of the first floor, and there was a circle of children sitting around another table next to the square table, and Ying Tongjun sat at a table alone.

"Where are you doing? Come and rest. Ying Zhongjing said impatiently.

Ying Tongjun pedaled up the stairs, I don't know if it was an illusion, the young man always felt that her footsteps stopped in front of him.

There was a "squeak" and the door to the guest room shut.

Suddenly, a pair of cyan boots appeared on the ground in front of the young man, he raised his head, and saw the young monk holding the boy and smiled at him: "We are going to find a place to rest here, this little Taoist friend is not as good as us, I take Xiaoping, plus you are a similar child, and there is nothing." ”

The boy turned his head to look at the attendant beside him, who squinted as if he was sleepy with his sword in his arms, and nodded.

The boy followed the young monk to a more spacious house, and the young monk took some money, and the master took it with a pretense of shirking, and they slept in a side room.

The young monk brought hot water and asked him and his son to wash their faces one by one before they began to wash themselves.

Two children slept on the inside of the bed, and the man slept almost on the edge of the bed, like a tense bow.

The boy slept in the innermost, and he tried to lean against the wall, and the boy next to him also muttered, "Daddy, sleep in it," and then stuck to him.

"My name is Mo Yueping, and my father and I are from Nanyang Mountain Gate. ”

"My name is Fang Qixiu. ”

Mo Yueping snorted, not knowing if he heard it.

Mo Yunran got up very early and woke up the two children early, because the money was given a lot, and the host's family even prepared breakfast for them, although they were all gruel and coarse cakes, but Mo Yunran still thanked him seriously.

People all gathered on the first floor of the inn, and the children were still alive and kicking one by one.

Fang Qixiu glanced at it, and saw that there were about twenty children and dozens of adult monks.

"Are you all going to that ceremony?" asked Fang Qixiu.

Mo Yueping nodded, "Actually, it's not just us, after receiving the news that we can't enter the mountain at noon yesterday, my father and they sent a message to other mountain gates, and more people are resting in the towns outside." ”

At this time, Ying Zhongjing, who was dressed in new clothes, also walked down the stairs, and the entire Tianshan team was as many as more than half of the rest of the sects.

The attendant who was in charge of taking Fang Qixiu glanced at Fang Qixiu, tilted his head, and motioned for him to follow, Fang Qixiu hurriedly said goodbye to the Mo family's father and son, and followed behind the attendant.

At this time, Ying Tongjun ran down the stairs with his deerskin boots, glanced at him when he passed by Fang Qixiu's side, and just collided with Fang Qixiu's gaze, and turned his face again with a "hum".

Ying Tongjun and he were at the back of the line, and when he stepped out of the threshold of the inn, Ying Tongjun kicked the stone on the ground.

"What Kunlun, who is going!" Ying Tongjun scolded in a low voice.

"Ying Tongjun, what about you?" Ying Zhongjing's voice came.

"It's coming!" Ying Tongjun replied, running forward quickly.

Fang Qixiu looked over and saw Ying Tongjun's pigtails wearing silver ornaments flying in the air.