"Mao Gongzi! This is a small building specially left for you by the head of the family, although it is a little shabby, but it is better in a good location. ”

Elder Yong took Mao Zhenhuang to a wooden and grass attic in the middle of Shaoyao Peak, and turned back to say a word.

"It's nice to have a place to stay. ”

Guanlou Zongyunsu Mountain has eight peaks, and Shaoyao Peak is located in the southwest, the mountain is not high, and it is not majestic, but it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most beautiful one among the eight peaks.

There is snow on the top of the mountain, it becomes white all the year round, there are more stratus clouds to cover the top, the fog is hidden and foggy, so it gets the name of Shao Hao, at the foot of the mountain because there are three male peaks in the north to obstruct, resulting in the part by the south is warm like spring in all seasons, the mountain flowers are romantic, in addition to the unique hot spring resources in the eight peaks, let this peak show the eight peaks so different.

Among the eight peaks, this peak is the most comfortable one for Mao Zhenhuang, and the location of the residence chosen by the Wang family is quite good.

A two-storey leaping attic in the middle of the mountainside, the side is from the mountain to lead down a hot spring flowing water dingdong, the outside of the house looks at the wood as the base, thatch as the top, in addition to a little mountain flower embellishment, quite a kind of fresh "peach source" feeling.

"Go in and take a look, Master Mao, if you need to talk to the old servant, the old servant will do it for you once."

By the previous standard, there should be two maids for the son, but the current Wang family is no longer the Wang family of the past, I hope the son can understand. ”

Mao Zhenhuang glanced up at the old servant of the Wang family who always had a smile on his face.

Wang Yong!

Wang Dongzhen called him Yong Lao, and Wang Daoning called him Yong Lao Man.

At least it's a foundation building!

It is estimated that it is still the kind of later stage, and it is possible to pass the Jindan.

"Uncle Xie Yong!"

Mao Zhenhuang made a mockery of this old servant of the Wang family, Wang Daoning can disrespect him, that is because Wang Daoning is the future head of the Wang family, and he Mao Zhenhuang must have that self-knowledge, after all, his surname is Mao!

"You're welcome, let's go in!"

The old man nodded at Mao Zhenhuang and pushed the door open for him.

Entering the eye is a big incense burner, when the door is opened, the spleen is full of incense outside, there is spring water on the left side through the house, there are three or three green plants embellishment, the first one in the center of the big character "enlightenment" has become the style of the house.

And after Mao Zhenhuang entered the house, he secretly crushed it on the carpet with his feet, and his feet felt good!

It seems to be woven from cold mountain snow silk used to weave vestments.

There is a hint of pride in the quiet elegance!

This is not a simple carpet, the kind that can't be bought without a thousand and eight hundred pieces of Xuanjing.

And this is the "down-and-out" Wang family.

The old man turned his head to Mao Zhenhuang, who was in a trance, and said: "Upstairs is a place to sleep, a bed, a cabinet, a table with four chairs, and a bookcase. ”

"Does Uncle Yong have wine?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked back and smiled at the old servant of the Wang family, it doesn't really matter to him where he lives, he often sleeps in the grass pit when he is in the northwest.

"Yes, I don't know what kind of Mao Gongzi likes?"

In simple requirements!

"The kind that is fierce but not the top, three times the amount of ordinary people. ”

The northwest of Liang Guo drank Wang Daoning's five-year mixed wine one after another, and he felt that their family should be able to drink a little "puree".

"I'll do it in a while, I don't know what else Mao Gongzi needs?"

"Two or three sets of Guanlou patriarchal robes are enough, and there is nothing else to ask for. ”

After listening to Mao Zhenhuang's words, the old man lowered his head, as if he had something to think.

Mao Zhenhuang looked at him stunned, raised his head and said to him suspiciously: "Does the sect have other arrangements for me?" or what are the requirements?"

There are four types of Guanlou patriarchal robes, the green robe of the outer door, the blue robe of the inner door, the black robe of the deacon, and the purple robe of the elder.

And he wanted a few green robes, and he didn't know what the old servant of the Wang family in front of him was pondering.

"Mao Gongzi's Ninefold Heavenly Mandate?"

The old man did not reply to Mao Zhenhuang's words, but asked him rhetorically.

"Uncle Yong's eyes are wise, and the green robe is enough!"

This old man Jin Dan didn't run!

Zhuji can see the roots of the Heavenly Mandate monks, but he can never see such detail, and only the monks of the Jindan stage can have such skills.

"According to the rules of the Guanlou Sect, this kind of cultivation can wear a blue robe. ”

Mao Zhenhuang squinted his eyes and said to him: "Hehe~ Uncle Yong, what arrangements does the Wang family have for me?"

The blue robe is not worn casually, under normal circumstances, it cannot be worn without building a foundation, which also means that it is the inner door, and the kind of clothes worn is magnificent, because looking at the Guanlou Sect, it is only five or six hundred blue robes.

However, that thing was put on him, but it was a bit of a big trick, and the rules that this old man said were not the rules of the Guanlou Sect, they should be the rules of their Wang family.

"No! My Wang family still belongs to the Guanlou Sect, and Mao Gongzi also belongs to the Guanlou Sect, and the Wang family has no right to cross the Guanlou to make arrangements for Mao Gongzi. ”

"Then what are the arrangements for the Guanlou Sect for me to come back?"

Although Shao Hao Peak is not high, it is the only difference among the eight peaks of Yunsu Mountain, unless the bell of the mountain gate of the atrium peak of the sect rings seventy-seven and forty-nine, and the sect issues a first-level emergency summoning order, otherwise the entire Guanlou Sect will not have any arrangements for Mao Gongzi. ”

The still strong Wang family!

The words of the old man Yong are enough to explain everything, that is, I don't know if the sect master Han Qu usually stands on the main peak and looks at the Shao Hao Peak, which belongs to Yunsu and does not belong to Yunsu.

"Uncle Yong, I have nothing to do, can I wander around?"

Mao Zhenhuang cautiously said to the old man, he knew why the old man hesitated because of a piece of clothing.

He was drawing his Mao Zhenhuang and the arrogant lord of Wang Daoning into the middle of the way.

Birds of a feather flock together!

This word is probably what the old man in front of him thinks of him.

"Shao Haofeng does not impose a ban on Mao Gongzi, as for other places...... The servant does not recommend that Mao Gongzi step in, after all, our Guanlou Sect has not been very peaceful in the past two months. ”

Mao Zhenhuang stared at the old man's drooping eyes, and then gave the other party a mockery and said, "Uncle Xie Yong!"

The old man who always had a smile on his face glanced at Mao Zhenhuang, "This is the duty of the old servant, if the old servant has nothing else to do, the old servant will do what you explained?"

"There is labor!"

Standing at the door until the old man was out of sight, Mao Zhenhuang returned to his hut.

This is an old thief!

The entire Wang family, except for him, Wang Daoning, who is a second fool, is all old thieves.

Even a servant is not simple.

Returning to his hut and pushing open the window on the second floor, Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the Xiantian under the mountain, and exhaled heavily.

The green fields turn green, and the weak water is murmuring!

Different from the desolation of the northwest of Daliang, the beauty of the fairy field under the mountain at this time is like a painting.

But Mao Zhenhuang knew that this place was not much stronger than the northwest land, it used to be intuitively "rotten", but now it is the "rotten" of this beautiful back.

"It's unprecedentedly quiet, it's even a little weird, and I don't know where it's not peaceful. ”

Mao Zhenhuang sighed to himself, then closed the window and looked at the beautiful scenery outside.

He knew what Wang Yong's words meant, and the other party didn't mean that the matter between Wang Daozhen and Xiang Hanqu was just a small disaster for the Wang family.

And time will erase all these grievances and grievances, it's a big deal that the Wang family has been dormant for decades or even a hundred years, as long as their Wang family is still in Guanlouzong, there will be a day of rise!

Feng Shui takes turns, I have never heard of a family having a time when it is prosperous, and it is estimated that the entire Wang family is also very content to be able to end up with such a good ending as their Wang family in the lowest period.

In addition to this, Mao Zhenhuang doesn't know what Wang Yong is referring to as "not peaceful".

The old servant of the Wang family was very neat, Mao Zhenhuang only wandered around in his hut twice, and what he asked for was sent over by a junior disciple from an outer sect.

Three jars of wine, plus five green robes from the outer door of the Guanlou Sect, and a fairy food is also attached.

Zhengxiao Sect brews a good song!

When the altar is opened, it feels fragrant and warm, and it feels intoxicated when you smell it and haven't drunk it.

The "original pulp" of the Eight Classics is not at all comparable to Wang Daoning's things mixed with water.

And there are not many steaming fairy foods, two dishes and one bowl.

But Mao Zhenhuang just glanced at it, and he couldn't take his gaze back.

One meal, one meat and one vegetable.

Rice is mushroom rice, that is, something planted in the fairy field under the mountain, this thing is a variant, called gourd in the mortal world, semi-aquatic, the leaves are wide and long, eat its roots, mostly eat vegetables, but in the world of cultivating immortals, this thing is eroded by the aura and changes, becoming ground, and the huge long neck root has become the size of no more than a bean, and there are no more than four or five under a plant.

But the edible effect is not the same, eating this bowl of Xianshu rice is not worse than gnawing a Xuanyang Jingcan, it is delicious and delicious, and you will not be hungry for three days.

And this dish is even more exquisite, peran flowers fried fresh ginseng, fried cold mountain snow silkworm moth pupa.

Mao Zhenhuang picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of ginseng on the ground and put it in his mouth.

There is a hint of sweetness in the fragrance, and a large stream of fairy aura fills the mouth with chewing.

This is a ginseng that is at least 30 years old and has been copied as a dish!

"Where is this down, even if this ground ginseng is half a section, don't even think about eating it without fifty Xuanyang Jingguang after this meal. ”

Mao Zhenhuang sighed, put down his chopsticks, grabbed the wine jar, and poured it hard.

I've never eaten such an extravagant meal in my life!

And the food is still quite tasteless.

If it was just a bowl of Xianshu rice, he would eat it with peace of mind, and when he saw the thirty-year-old ground ginseng in the dish, he felt a trace of unease in his heart.

The outside gives people a frugal and dilapidated feeling, but the inside is extravagant, it is estimated that he Mao Zhenhuang is Xiang Hanqu will have trouble sleeping at this time when he looks at the Wang family.

How can there be a broken settlement that eats 30 years of ginseng as a dish.