Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Chapter 17
After getting out of Shimen, he was stunned by the thick accumulation. Why did he feel that the expression of the mountain master who has always been calm and calm today is a bit indescribable?
It seemed that he had encountered a problem and was a little bored.

But who is the owner of the mountain, the straight iron heart bamboo!
The same face for 3000 years, no joy, anger, sorrow, joy, he dares to say that no Western Buddhist disciples are as detached as him.

He is impetuous? Then there is really no one who can stand still.

Zhao Fushuang has been in this fantasy world of Mayfly Mountain with a calm heart for a year and two months.

In general, the results are naturally there, and the dantian snow lotus is already full of vitality.

All things cannot grow without the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon. Nowadays, the essence of the moon is not enough. The snow lotus is conceived. If you want to mature and leave the dantian, you must also absorb the edge of the sun.

And this illusion is always late at night, it is impossible to have the sun.

She should find a way to go to the next sunny illusion.

Thick accumulation appeared at this time.

Simple and honest smiling face, wearing a green Taoist robe.

Zhao Fushuang looked at the man leisurely.

She knew that this kind of dress was regarded as a status in the door.

The status of the Yunding sect's disciples can be distinguished from their clothes.

Generally, the Patriarch Shanzhu with the highest status in the sect does not need to dress uniformly if he does not attend important occasions, while others wear red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, and their status gradually decreases.

White clothes embellished with red silk are usually worn by the elders and disciples directly passed on by the head of the sect. White clothes embellished with orange silk are a sign of advanced disciples or elder disciples.

Therefore, the status of the green clothes in the school can be regarded as neither high nor low, most of them are deacon disciples, and generally hold some positions that are neither important nor important.

As soon as he landed, Houji said politely: "May I ask what the old lady's name is?"

Zhao Fu sat cross-legged on the stone steps, looked up at Houji and said, "Zhao Fushuang."

Houji cut to the chase, "May I ask which uncle or uncle's family the old lady is?"

Zhao Fu acted foolishly: "Go and ask your mountain lord, what he says will do the trick."

Houji smiled knowingly, and he knew the mountain master, and he really has a lot of background, so he couldn't help being more respectful, "Disciple Houji has met the old lady."

Zhao Fu looked Houji up and down.

Houji felt a little uncomfortable being sized up: "Dare to ask the old lady, but what's wrong?"

"Oh, do you have a younger brother named Bofa?"

"." The corner of Houji's mouth twitched, "The disciple is the only child in the family."

Zhao Fushuang: "That's a pity."

Houji: ".What a pity?"

Zhao Fushuang: "It's all accumulated, why don't you send it out, don't you panic?"

"." The gods panicked!
Houji: "Don't say it, after you say that, I really feel a little panicked."

This person who is not easy to offend even the mountain owner, he doesn't have the guts to offend him!
Zhao Fushuang: "."

Okay, just flatter this one, this brother can do it too!
Houji coughed: "That's right, I came here this time to ask, do you have any plans to leave here for a walk in other illusions?"

There was originally, but: "Why?"

"It's like this. Our illusion stipulates that if you haven't broken through for more than a year, you have to leave Mayfly Mountain. Of course, you have a special status, and our legal principles are nothing more than human feelings. Naturally, you don't have to leave, but you are already dead. The dog illusion stays for a full year, and if you refuse to change to another illusion, it may make it difficult for your loved ones to do so at the door."

And this good thing?

"How difficult is it?"

"Disturbing the order in the sect will be dealt with by the sect's regulations. Our Yunding Sect's sect's regulations have always been strict, ranging from minor injuries to minor injuries, to cleaning up the sect."

Zhao Fu waved her hands again and again, "Don't, don't provoke me, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist this illusion!"

"..." The corner of Houji's mouth twitched: "You, you really know how to joke. I think your son and my uncle or uncle must also be a humorous person."

Generally, the disciple who can bring his family to Mayfly Mountain is at least an Cheng Yi. For him, he is either an uncle or an uncle.

"Huh?!" Son?
Zhao Fushuang was really happy, why is this young man so good at talking, every sentence said her smile, "Okay, you are much cuter than Old Hei."

"Old black?"

"my cat."

"." You are happy!

Houji: "That's right, since you're happy, how about we change to another illusion?"

Zhao Fushuang: "Why?"

Thick accumulation: "."

"If you want me to change the illusion, ask Yi Huang to say it in person."

Is the name of the mountain owner also something we can call?

Houji wiped the sweat from his brow, "No, why don't you go to another place first, and the disciple will pass it on for you?"

Zhao Fushuang: "No."

Want to lie to her!
She has changed places, can Yi Huang still come to see her?
Look at this arrogant posture, there must be a red dress behind her!

Houji, "You rest, disciple. Do your best to report for you!"

Houji returned to the mountain master's cave, reported the truth, and finally suggested with conscience: "In my opinion, you should go to the old woman's family to persuade her. I think the old woman is not very talkative. If you go in person, just Afraid of offending you."

Not good at talking?

More than that!

Yi Huang sat quietly for a while, then got up, "Go ahead."

After cultivating in the middle of the night, Zhao Fushuang suddenly felt something strange in her surroundings, opened her eyes, and saw Yi Huang in white clothes flying from outside the sky.

He flew from under the huge silver moon with his back straight, and as his figure got bigger and bigger, the fluttering belt became more and more obvious.

The clothes are flamboyant and elegant, coupled with that face with distinct features, and tall and straight figure, it's really something to watch.

Yi Huang landed in front of her, behind his hands, a section of bright green bamboo leaked from the side behind him.

This is the first time the two have met since they got married.

After a lapse of one year and two months, the conflicts that arose in the past have all been diluted by time.

Even though the two of them are strong enough, standing together at this moment will inevitably give rise to a bit of strangeness without words.

Zhao Fushuang leaned boneless on the mountain steps and looked up at him, until Yi Huang's face became cold for three minutes before he clicked his tongue twice, "What kind of clothes have you put on? You are full of fairy spirit, but you are so angry. It's not the right place, you don't think it's cumbersome."

Zhao Fushuang's face at the moment looks to be about 50 years old, but her voice is no longer the broken gong of the past. It is young and crisp with a bit of unruliness. If you don't listen to the unruly, it is crisp and refreshing, which makes you very comfortable.

Yi Huang paused, looked at her indifferently, and didn't ask any questions, but replied: "The masters will take care of it."

Zhao Fushuang leaned on the stone steps, and pointed to the bamboo behind him, "Why are you holding a weapon? Can I sneak attack you?"

Yi Huang explained without emotion, "I was merging weapons just now."

Zhao Fushuang looked at the bamboo in his hand, which was crystal clear and gleaming with green light, which was very beautiful. The last time I saw him using it to fight the demons, it was also very rusty.

Zhao Fushuang didn't think much about it: "Show me your weapon."

Yi Huang paused and watched her without moving for a long time.

After all, the two of them are no different from strangers, and it is inappropriate to deliver their own weapons.

Zhao Fushuang realized something.

As for weapons, especially natal weapons, ordinary monks would not easily show them to outsiders.

It is difficult for her to be strong.

(End of this chapter)