Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 136

Hearing this, Hu Weixian was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and stared at it seriously, and saw that the case was not covered with jute paper, which is common in Liuguo, but a piece of white paper several feet long and light in texture.

On the white paper, more than ten characters were written profusely. The handwriting is neat and the strokes are fine and vigorous, which is quite like everyone.

Hu Weixian couldn't help admiring, "It's really black and white, it's vivid on the paper!"

It was obvious that what he said was praise, but Hu Yuyuan on the side pulled his face, and said again in a dull tone, "I want you to read carefully what I wrote."

Seeing that Hu Yuyuan's face turned cold in an instant, Hu Weixian hurriedly said again, "It's easy to do whatever you want, and you can be at ease on Mount Tai... Isn't this my Hu family generation?"

Hu Yuyuan heard the words, turned his head to look at Hu Weixian, and said nothing.

"Father means to let me remember the inheritance from my ancestors and carry forward my Hu family?" Hu Weixian frowned and thought for a while, before he asked with some uncertainty.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Hu Yuyuan's face became even more ugly, and he raised his hand to point at the door of the study, and then drove Hu Weixian out.

As soon as Hu Wei stepped over the threshold, the two heavy carved doors were slammed shut behind him.

"what!"

Then Hu Weixian screamed, bared his teeth and carefully pulled out the few strands of black hair stuck in the crack of the door, and muttered in a low voice, "The old man lost his temper again today, I didn't provoke him today. "

Hu Weixian managed to get all his hair out, and then straightened his long gown. His expression changed, and he returned to the appearance of an exiled immortal in white clothes Shengxue with long fluttering hair. A courtyard flew away.

Hu Yuyuan in the study felt the breath of his son flying away from the door, stood up and threw the paper on the desk into a ball on the floor, and said bitterly, "Boy, I practice regular script!"

……

Hu's East Courtyard.

"I just got the news today that Hu Weiyi intends to marry the Jin family with Hu Yi's daughter instead of you, but the patriarch didn't let go.

Don't worry, I will try my best to turn this matter around, and I will definitely not let you marry into the City Lord's Mansion. "

Hu Ruyi was sitting by the desk, holding a plump two-color civet cat in her arms, carefully looking at the small note in her hand, with a sweet look on her face.

"Auspicious, he has already broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining. As long as it takes a while, he will be able to break through to the late stage of Qi Refining. Then we will take you and leave Yuchuan together, okay?"

The girl in white combed the soft fur on the civet cat's back with her fingertips, muttering to herself.

The cat didn't seem to understand the girl's words, and didn't respond. It just twisted its body slightly in her arms to change itself into a more comfortable position.

However, Hu Ruyi obviously didn't care how it reacted, and just continued to whisper to himself, "I heard that the young city lord of the Jin family is already on his way back to Zongyuan City for the marriage of the two families."

Then he sneered, and without knowing what he thought of, two red clouds suddenly flew up on his face, and he said in a low voice, "Whether the young city lord is a dual spiritual root aptitude or an apprentice of a golden core cultivator, in my heart It’s not as good as what happened to him.”

Sitting and laughing foolishly for a while, Hu Ruyi stood up, walked to the window, and looked in the direction of the west courtyard.

The daughter of the uncle who recently returned to the family in the west courtyard?
The uncle's father seems to be the elder brother of the grandfather, so the relationship between the father and daughter and his family is quite close.

I heard that the girl is also a rare pair of spiritual roots, and she is quite a good match for the young city lord with dual spiritual roots.

"Good sister, if you can really marry me to the City Lord's Mansion this time, it won't be considered a bad treatment to you."

The bright candlelight in the room reflected on the beautiful face of the girl in white clothes. The girl looked up at the dark night with few stars outside the window, but the corners of her mouth curled up, showing a bright and somewhat dazzling smile.

……

Sapphire Valley.

In a spacious quiet room, a young girl in Tsing Yi and an old man in Tsing Shirt with silver hair were sitting cross-legged facing each other.

The old man held a scroll in his hand, and he was eloquently explaining something to the girl.

But the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in Tsing Yi opposite him had wandering eyes, obviously absent-minded.

The old man in green shirt looked up and noticed the girl's strange appearance, with a helpless look on his face, he shook his head slightly, and lifted the scroll in his hand over the girl's head, as if he wanted to hit the girl's smooth forehead.

He raised his arm in the air and hesitated for a while, but he was still unwilling to knock it down, so he had to take it back angrily, coughed lightly in embarrassment, and said, "Zi Hua, what are you thinking?"

The girl in Tsing Yi trembled slightly when she heard the words, and then gathered her thoughts that had gone somewhere, and hurriedly bowed and said, "I just lost my mind, and I ask Master to punish me."

The old man in the green shirt waved his hand, with a look of affection on his old face, he said softly, "It must be because the Young City Lord is coming back soon, so you are thinking about going back to Zongyuan City again, right?"

"Tu'er, there is no Tuer." Jin Zihua's beautiful little face flushed immediately, and he argued in a low voice.

"You are still young, and it is natural to miss your family. I don't blame you for being a teacher."

Layman Qingsong shook his head, and continued, "But you are very talented in the way of formation, and your grandfather sent you to Qingyu Valley personally, asking me to accept you as a disciple.

Since I have promised that Jin Laocheng will teach you with all my heart, I cannot live up to his entrustment.

Zihua, being a teacher is already over seventy years old, and I feel exhausted in the past few years. I don't know how much time I can teach you like now. You must not let my teacher down! "

Hearing this, Jin Zihua said urgently, "Master, what are you talking about, you are very strong, you can live for more than 20 years if you don't say anything.

Zihua promises that he will never be distracted when the master is teaching in the future, and asks the master not to say these words to hurt the disciple's heart. "

Seeing the little apprentice in front of him with slightly red eyes and ready to cry, Layman Qingsong couldn't help but point his finger at the tip of her nose, and said in a comforting tone, "If only my grandson was half as filial and obedient as your child. "

"Master, what are you talking about? Brother Mu Han just doesn't want to do that. Not only does he have dual spiritual roots, he is now the most valued foundation-building cultivator among the younger generation of Danfeng Valley.

Brother Mu Han can do such a thing at such a young age, even my second brother can't compare with him. " Jin Zihua raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and persuaded with a light smile.

Layman Qingsong sighed, and his expression, which seemed to be in a good mood, suddenly sank, as if he was very dissatisfied with the grandson named Mu Han, he shook his head and said, "Don't mention him, let him follow me to learn formation He refuses to learn the flying sword spell!

After finally finding a relationship with He Dao Sect for him, he refused to go, insisting on going to Nadan Maple Valley to participate in the Raoshizi Immortal Conference!
What is the reputation of Dan Maple Valley in our Liu Country's Immortal Cultivation World?What kind of skills can he learn when he goes to that sect? ! "

The more the old man spoke, the more excited he became, and at the end he couldn't help coughing violently.

"Master, don't get excited, let's not mention it." Seeing this, Jin Zihua hurriedly stood up and helped the old man in blue to pat his back.

(End of this chapter)