Biography of Wei Zixiu Xian

Chapter 525 Wei Zi of the Cardamom Year

He is the young secretary of the State Teacher's Office, and his official position in the court is not low. He is dedicated to serving the State Teacher and serving as a bridge between the State Teacher and the emperor.

After working for several years, I am already very familiar with Wei Lan, and I also know her likes and dislikes very well.

Seeing her inadvertently showing respect and intimacy when she was talking to the woman next to her, she knew that this person was very important.

So, as soon as the two got off the mountain, he quickly stepped forward and greeted them.

The conversation between the two stopped.

"National teacher, I don't know that the national teacher has friends traveling with me. I only prepared a carriage. Please wait for the national teacher, and I will prepare it immediately."

Although the words were extremely respectful, there was a bit of familiarity in the attitude.

"No, I'll ride with my sister."

After Wei Lan rejected the Shaoqing of the National Teacher's Office, Wei Lan personally opened the curtain for Wei Zi and sent Wei Zi to the carriage.

Now, everyone knows that Wei Zi's status is precious.

It is so precious that it can make the national teacher bow down.

And Shaoqing of the National Teacher's Mansion shrunk his pupils even more. He knew the age of the National Teacher, and he was almost fifty years old, almost twice his age.

However, the lifespan of a cultivator far exceeds that of ordinary people. This age is not very old for a cultivator.

You can tell from her appearance that she is younger than herself.

However, what he never expected was that this woman, who looked a few years younger than Wei Lan, could be called a sister by the national teacher.

Wei Lan was born in the secular world, and her own brother was a great general in the court, and most people in the court knew about it.

It's just that, as the young minister of the National Teacher's Office, he knows more than others.

Wei Lan has a sister who is ten years older than her. It is said that Wei Lan was introduced to the world of cultivating immortals by her sister.

The general's martial arts were also taught by her.

Calculated, she should be almost 60 years old, and she is so young and beautiful.

If you don't say it, no one will be able to guess her age.

However, compared with ordinary teenage girls in the secular world, they have a special temperament, neither like a lady, demure and dignified, nor like a Jianghu heroine, bold and uninhibited.

If it is said that she has a unique temperament because she is a monk, but she is somewhat different from Wei Lan.

Wei Lan has a great demeanor in front of outsiders, and she is not angry and pretentious, but in private, she is a very gentle person.

That exposed aura was nothing more than deliberate.

However, as soon as he met Wei Zi, he felt that the elder sister of Guo Shi was looking forward to life and doing whatever she wanted, as if nothing in this world could embarrass her.

As far as this calmness is concerned, it can be seen that she is absolutely very powerful.

The young minister of the National Teacher's Office looked at Wei Lan with tenderness in his eyes, "I hope her arrival can solve the current predicament."

Wei Zi didn't know that the young minister of the National Teacher's Mansion had just met her and had so many guesses in his mind.

Even if I knew it, I probably wouldn't care.

Seeing that Wei Lan was deliberately closing the curtain for her, he gave her a sideways glance, but didn't say much, and went straight into the carriage.

After the two got into the carriage, the carriage started slowly, and Wei Zi looked at his sister with a half-smile.

Wei Lan was even more guilty of being laughed at by her.

"Sister, I, I'm also afraid that some unsightly people will trouble you."

In the secular world, Wei Lan is the respected teacher of the state. She opened the curtain herself, no doubt to warn some people that she has a noble status, so that no one will trouble her.

Wei Zi is definitely not afraid of such troubles from mortals.

However, Wei Lan didn't want her sister to be bothered by these chores after finally going home.

Therefore, from the very beginning, he expressed his attitude and isolated all malicious intentions.

"You are a foundation-building cultivator, a majestic national teacher, why do you still play tricks in the secular world? I came to look for the national teacher at the time before, but I didn't see him, and he was just like you. He was so scruples that he didn't look like a monk."

Wei Lan smiled wryly, "Brother Li has nothing to worry about, but I have a big family living here. It's always different."

"Get out in time, it's not too late."

Wei Lan was silent again, did not answer, his eyes fell on the front, a little dazed.

Wei Zi followed her gaze and saw that Shaoqing of the National Teacher's Mansion was sitting high on the horse, with a tall and straight figure, which was outstanding.

"Who is he?"

"Young Minister of the National Teacher's Office, Duan Chengen, sent by the emperor."

"I'm a bit old, but other things are fine, and I'm pretty pretty."

Wei Zi commented seemingly unintentionally.

"He's only 25 years old, I'm almost fifty, and he's still old, so am I an old hag?"

Wei Lan retorted.

"The age of our monks is not calculated in this way. Let me make an analogy. You are 48 years old this year, but your lifespan is two hundred yuan. Ordinary mortals, even if their lifespan is longer, are only eighty years old. There are very few people who are a hundred years old. And less.

However, let's calculate based on the fact that mortals have one hundred lifespans, and your age is converted into mortals, and now you are only 24 years old.If in another ten years, you are only 29 years old, but he is already 35 years old, a full six years older than you, and, as time goes by, he will be older than you more and more, so his age, Isn't it just a little old? "

Wei Lan seemed to have opened a new door, and asked a little stammeringly, "Is this really the case?"

"Why not? Take you and me as an example. I am now a Jindan cultivator with five hundred lifespans, but now I am only 58 years old. Look at me now, although I have the appearance of sixteen or seventeen, it is because When I established my foundation, I was already 17 years old. If my current age is converted into a mortal, I would be less than 12 years old. I am a real little girl. Your sister and I are far younger than they look on the outside.”

Wei Lan: It makes sense, but I'm speechless. How can I bear the fact that my sister is still young and I'm already half-mature? I'm so tired, I don't want to talk anymore.

After bringing Wei Lan into the ditch, Wei Zi happily watched her arrive at the General's Mansion with a sad face.

As the great general of the dynasty, Er Shuan was backed by his own sister as the national teacher, and he was not short of money, so the mansion was very luxuriously built.

Wei Lan occasionally leaves Wuming Mountain, and always returns to the General's Mansion to visit her parents and grandparents.

Duan Chengen, as the young minister of the National Teacher's Mansion, had already sent someone to deliver the news to the General's Mansion in advance when Wei Lan called the guard of honor.

Therefore, when Wei Zi's guard of honor arrived at the gate of the General's Mansion, the middle gate of the General's Mansion was already wide open. A woman Wei Zi had never seen before, with dozens of servants, stood in front of the gate to welcome them.

Duan Chengen dismounted first, and lifted the curtain for the two of them.

With a glimpse, Wei Lan, who always pretends to be majestic in front of outsiders, is full of sadness, just like, like, like a little girl who was robbed of candy by her elder brother.

Wei Zi, on the other hand, had a smile on his eyes.

Even after spotting his gaze, he just glanced lightly, without holding back his smile.

However, this sweep made Duan Chengen's whole body stiff. That casual glance made him feel as if he was walking around the edge of death. out of control.

(End of this chapter)