The sunshine in the morning began to be a little warm. Lin Zhihui woke up and looked outside the window. Shen Lan was watering the chrysanthemums. Looking at the pots of chrysanthemums, they seemed to hold up a few smiling faces, adding a bit of vitality to the bleak autumn. , Lin Zhihui was attracted by the strong smell of flowers and was a little fascinated, because there were no chrysanthemums planted in Qingyouju.

"Xiao Hui, are you awake? Get up and eat quickly. Your father was in a hurry to go to the Qingxin Hall to discuss matters and didn't wait for you." Shen Lan looked over from outside the house, and then put several pots of chrysanthemums in order.

Lin Zhihui got dressed, walked out of the house, and asked, "Is it about going to Nanjing?"

"Well, yes, it's time to leave in two days."

Lin Zhihui went to the college after eating.

"This time, there are a few people from our college who have chosen to go to Nanjing to participate in the competition. Although some of you are still underage, you are shouldering the responsibility and honor of the Hengtian Sect. You must not have this idea of escaping. Remember, no matter whether the opponent you encounter is old or young, you must be sincere and enthusiastic. This is the attitude you should have as a monk."

Someone below said, "Master, if you don't want to go, can you go home and rest?"

"It's a beautiful thought, but I don't want to think about why Nanjing didn't invite you. Those who don't go stay to practice, and no one can go home to rest. Your attitude should make you reflect."

Song Li lowered his head, crumpled the rice paper in his hand and threw it on the ground.

"Let me tell you, Brother Song, there are advantages to not going. You see, if they leave, this sect will be our world. No one will dare to control us in the future." Sun Ping said angrily and then glanced at the book he was reading. Lin Zhihui.

"You didn't have enough last time, did you?" Song Li turned her head and gave him a gouging look.

"Okay, don't pretend to be noble. The land war has gone, so you must feel guilty. A disciple who is trying to collude with foreigners is more famous than you... I came to comfort you with such kindness. It's really a dog bite Lu Dongbin." Sun Pat your butt and prepare to leave.

"Stop" Song Li called to him.

Suddenly, Sun Ping's shoulder was grabbed by a hand. Sun Ping turned around curiously, and it turned out to be Lu Zhan. Before he could think about it, Lu Zhan had already dragged him away to the door. Sun Ping was dragged so hard by him that his arm hurt so much that he just yelled, "Brother Lu, please spare your life..." Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by the sound of the door slamming heavily.

Song Li shouted "Lu Zhan" and ran out.

People in the room looked at the door one after another, as if there was a terrifying spider web outside that would be tightly stuck to it if they went out, waiting for the prey to have a feast.

"What did they do?"

"If you were dragged away by a land war officer, what could you do?"

"Then Senior Brother Sun..."

"Stop worrying. We'd better leave their affairs alone. Lu Zhan has his father. Didn't he come to the academy again after he gave Lin Zhihui the Shame-eating Gu last time?"

Lin Zhihui looked at the cultivation methods in the book: the energy of change, the energy of masculinity, the energy of magic, the energy of masculinity. The two cannot be practiced at the same time. If you do so, it will damage your xinxing and disturb your life.

What the hell, but can’t these two disciplines really be practiced together? My father and Uncle Jiang mastered the energy of transformation, and the other mastered the energy of magic. It seems that I have never seen my father and Uncle Jiang practice these two spells at the same time.

"Xiao Hui, don't leave yet."

"okay."

Jiang Yuan told him to wait because he must have something to say.

"What's wrong? There's no one around now. What's the matter?" Lin Zhihui sat on the stool and looked at Jiang Yuan next to him who looked shy.

After a while, Jiang Yuan took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Lin Zhihui. Lin Zhihui took the silk handkerchief. It looked quite unique. Only three colors were used on it. Red represented the sun and blue represented the sun. The color is the river, the green is Qingdi Mountain, and there are two small wooden sticks.

Lin Zhihui pointed to two wooden roots and asked, "I can understand the rest, but what does this mean?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at him angrily and said, "This means you and I are together. You can't even tell."

Lin Zhihui looked at this square handkerchief. It was of good quality. The only drawback was that the pattern was too rough. It didn't look like Aunt Jiang's work, or which girl from the Qing Dynasty could embroider the pattern like this.

"Where did this silk handkerchief come from?" Lin Zhifu asked.

Jiang Yuan was a little awkward, and said in a wry voice, "Well,,,I,,,,I made it myself."

"What? You made it yourself and gave it to me." Lin Zhihui looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong? You don't like it? If you don't like it, just give it back to me." Jiang Yuan reached for the silk handkerchief.

But Lin Zhihui dodged it with one hand and said, "How can I get back what I gave away? I happen to be short of a handkerchief. Although the pattern makes me a little embarrassed, the material of this silk handkerchief is very exquisite, so I will keep it. ”

Jiang Yuan grinned with satisfaction, as if he was like the red sun on this silk handkerchief.

"Why did you suddenly think of giving me a silk handkerchief?" Lin Zhifu asked on the way home.

"Yesterday you asked me to borrow a handkerchief. I thought you lost it, so..."

"That's it. I didn't expect you to be quite attentive. Thank you." Lin Zhihui's mouth curved.

"Thank you for nothing. It's such a small thing. Besides, there is no need to say thank you between you and me."

This handkerchief is so ugly that if it were a girl, she wouldn't be able to take it out of the house. Since she's from Jiangyuan, just accept it and save this guy from complaining about it all day long.

Maybe you don't know, from the moment I learned that you lost your handkerchief, I had the desire to embroider a handkerchief for you myself. So as soon as I got home, I asked my mother what materials to embroider handkerchiefs for my father, and I picked the best ones. I had no needle and thread, so it took me a long time to thread the needle and thread. By the time I finished threading the needle and thread, the sky was already hazy and dark.

I picked up the needle and thread and embroidered it, pricking my fingers several times. It was not easy to finish it, but it looked awkward to me. I was afraid that you wouldn't like it and I had to take it apart and embroider it again.

After repeating it several times, I finally finished the embroidery at the fourth watch. Looking at the pattern on it, I imagined that the sun is the sun that we go to the college with every morning, and the river is the Tianyi River that we pass by every day when we go home. This is The mountain is where we have lived since childhood, and the two little people are the finishing touch for me. Seeing that you can't tell the difference, I really want to hit you. Isn't that us? Fool, but seeing that you accepted it happily, I will forgive you.

"Is this really Nanjing? The city is so big, who said that Nanjing is a small temple that protects people from wind and rain? It is really misleading. We must correct this mistake later."

As soon as I arrived in Nanjing, I was attracted by the tall city wall. The city gate was three people tall. There were soldiers guarding the city gate on both sides. They were all tall and intimidating.

Since Cang Xingyuan wanted to take charge of the Hengtian Sect, the leader was his disciple Jiang Chushan. He took out Nanjing's invitation, and then the soldiers opened the door respectfully.

Everyone is curious about everything inside, from the initial rumors that Nanjing is a ruined temple, to the tall city wall in front of them now, so how many surprising things are there inside.

When the door opens, the eyes light up. The steady and orderly carriages, the businesses on both sides of the street, and the happy smiles of pedestrians on the road give people a feeling of joy and joy. It seems that this is a peaceful and peaceful place for the country and the people.

The rise of Nanjing is so fast. Everyone's image of Nanjing is still the same as a few years ago. It was a sect with the fewest disciples, the weakest development, and a sect that was not prepared for everything. Now this rich scene is really Turn people's minds upside down.

Since there are many people in groups, they naturally attract attention. The people of Nanjing are also very friendly. Those pushing carriages remind them to pay attention to safety~, and business people also say hello: Welcome all cultivators to visit the humble house~, everyone There were smiles on all faces, so at least no one felt alienated or disgusted.

"This place is so big, almost as big as the Qing Emperor. I didn't expect Nanjing City to expand so fast." Wei Ji said, "Hey, look, the group of cultivators in blue mysterious clothes in front are Feng Tang Jiuyu sect. ?"

"It seems that there are about the same number of people as us. It seems that they have also been invited to participate in the competition. Master Jiang, do you want to go up and say hello to them?"

"Go." Jiang Chushan said.

Lin Zhihui saw Han Yu inside, and Han Yu waved to them. When he saw Lu Zhan, he was a little surprised, but Lu Zhan didn't care about him and followed Lu Zongzhen to see him greet Han Shanzhen.

"Brother Han, it's been a long time." "It's been a long time, Brother Han."

"Everyone, it's been a long time."

After everyone else said hello. Han Yu followed Han Shanzhen and also said hello, "Hello, senior uncles and senior brothers."

Lu Zongzhen said quickly, "Hey, this is Mr. Han Yu. He is truly a talented man with extraordinary appearance."

Han Shanzhen narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Thank you, Han Yu. Thank you, Uncle Lu."

"Thank you, Master Lu, for your praise."

Lin Feng said, "Brother Han, let's say please as we walk." After speaking, he made a polite gesture.

The adults walked in front, followed by the young disciples.

"Brother Jiang and Brother Lin, is this your first time in Nanjing too?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuan answered him.

"This city is really big. I haven't been there since I walked here just now."

Han Yu looked at Lu Zhan who was following Lu Zongzhen, and then asked, "Senior Brother Lu is here too. I thought he wouldn't come after that incident. It seems that Senior Brother Lu has a lot of influence."

"Hey, by the way, Brother Lin, he didn't bother you again after that, right?"

Seeing Han Yu talking non-stop, Lin Zhihui said, "No, thank you, Brother Han is thinking about me."

"Hey, why are you being polite to me? I don't treat you as outsiders, so don't be polite anymore."

Although Han Yuzha didn't have a close friendship with him when he was studying in the Hengtian sect, seeing how enthusiastic he was, Lin Zhihui couldn't refuse him, but Jiang Yuan seemed to have a fierce look.

Lin Zhihui said to him, "Brother Han doesn't look like a bad person. Why don't you say anything?"

"I don't want to talk, I'm thirsty."

"Here you water." Lin Zhihui took out the water bag and handed it to him.

In front of you is a graceful and luxurious palace. On the door plaque three feet high, there are five characters "Nanjing Shuntian Mansion" with dragons and phoenixes flying in the air.

Two arrogant yellow dragon heads hang on the painted red door. In front of the door squat two three-person-tall guard lions. Their teeth and claws are very intimidating, as if they are the guardian gate gods of the entire palace. There are six guarding disciples outside the door, wearing eye-catching black mysterious clothes, edged with gold collars, embroidered with golden peonies, and wearing golden ribbons on their heads. They are full of fairy spirit without losing their domineering appearance. A cultivator with strong magic skills.

"Sure enough, Nanjing is rich, and even the clothes of his disciples are so unmatched. Hey, I need to ask my father for permission when I get back to see if he can print a pattern on our Xuanfu. At least it doesn't look like this. "Su Qi." Han Yu looked at the cyan mysterious clothes on his body.