The good-for-nothing little junior sister is pampered by the best master

"My soul." Patriarch Ling Yuan said it directly without any intention of avoiding people.

This can also prevent someone from spying on him in the future. Although he is not afraid of the current monks, it would be very annoying if those people kept disturbing him like flies.

"Soul, spirit?" Lan Junming exclaimed, his eyes never leaving ancestor Ling Yuan.

"How long have you lived?" Hu Sanmei finally realized something and looked at the ancestor Ling Yuan.

"Master, it's not appropriate to ask people this." Su Xiaoxiao spoke up to interrupt everyone's suspicion and inquiries about Patriarch Ling Yuan.

"Well, it's not appropriate, but I was curious. I thought I met a handsome guy, but I didn't expect it to be an old man."

"We must respect our elders." Pei Tianyuan suddenly said this, and his eyes softened when he looked at Ancestor Lingyuan.

Fortunately, the people who gathered here eventually dispersed, and Su Xiaoxiao and Patriarch Ling Yuan returned to Jianqing Peak.

"Doesn't he have a place to stay now?" Pei Tianyuan asked, looking at the ancestor Lingyuan who returned to Jianqing Peak with him.

"Yes, we have quite a lot of houses here, we can just find one for him." Su Xiaoxiao said, pointing to a row of small courtyards where their disciples lived.

"It's getting more and more lively here." Pei Tianyuan said slowly.

Although he was no longer so annoyed with Patriarch Lingyuan, he didn't want him to stay in Jianqing Peak.

"Hey, it's your fault that your place is the most deserted. Look, there's such a row of houses built, but they're not even fully occupied yet." Hu Sanmei said jokingly.

"It doesn't matter. I brought my own house. Just give me a piece of vacant land." After saying this, Patriarch Lingyuan began to look at the surrounding terrain.

"That place is good." Patriarch Ling Yuan said, pointing to a place.

"Okay." Pei Tianyuan finally nodded in agreement.

Upon seeing this, Patriarch Lingyuan took out a small square box and threw it over the open space.

The small box floated in the air. After Patriarch Lingyuan made a few hand gestures, the box made a crisp "pop" sound and kept changing its shape. Finally, it turned into the shape of a small house and stopped changing.

Although magical instruments in this type of house are not common in the Shenyuan Continent, they are not particularly rare either.

Hu Hong, who is temporarily staying at Jianqing Peak, can make it. However, since it is a big magic weapon, it requires too many special materials and cannot be made without sufficient financial resources.

At the beginning, Su Xiaoxiao also had the idea of ​​asking Hu Hong to help make a house-like magical instrument, but in the end, it was difficult to find all the materials, so it has not been done yet.

As the house finally landed on the open ground, Su Xiaoxiao and others gathered in front of the house.

Such a big commotion naturally attracted all the idle people in Jianqing Peak, so Hu Hong and the others also came out of their residences.

"I wonder which master made this magical weapon."

From the outside, it looked like just an ordinary courtyard, but Hu Hong could tell at a glance that the house was unusual. He walked up to Su Xiaoxiao in astonishment and asked.

"What? Is it special?" Although Su Xiaoxiao inherited the weapon refining skills in the sect's training tower, she didn't usually refine magical weapons and was at the entry-level level. Naturally, she couldn't see what was special about this house of ancestor Ling Yuan.

"This is a semi-artifact." Hu Hong transmitted the message to Su Xiaoxiao.

"Really?" Su Xiaoxiao suddenly felt the words coming from her spiritual consciousness and looked at the house in front of her with some surprise.

She really couldn't see anything special about it.

At this time, Elder Ling Yuan said proudly to the people behind him: "Since we are already a family, please come and visit my house. You won't get lost when you visit me in the future."

After saying that, Patriarch Ling Yuan waved his hand, a white light flashed in the house in front of him, and the gate of the courtyard opened.

Patriarch Lingyuan walked in first, and Su Xiaoxiao and others followed him into the yard.

However, when everyone passed through the gate, a white light flashed before their eyes. When they looked clearly again, they were already in an extremely spacious courtyard.

The rockery, flowing water, pavilion and other scenery in the courtyard are cleverly arranged in the most appropriate positions. Not far away there is a small hill standing in the midst of lush greenery.

Everyone smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers and plants, and their minds became much clearer.

"There are so many spiritual herbs planted in this courtyard!" exclaimed Hu Hong, who was knowledgeable.

"Hehehe, not many, not many, just some ordinary flowers and plants." Patriarch Lingyuan said proudly.

"Let's go and sit in the flower hall over there." Patriarch Ling Yuan said, pointing to a house in front.

Upon hearing this, everyone hurried to follow.

Walking around the winding path and across the wooden bridge built over the artificial lake, everyone walked forward while enjoying the scenery and chatting.

It took a while for everyone to reach the house that seemed not far away.

When they arrived here, everyone realized that this house was also extraordinary.

The objects displayed everywhere were surprisingly exquisite, and Hu Hong, who was knowledgeable about goods, could tell that many of them were priceless spiritual treasures.

These things were placed in the semi-open flower hall, within everyone's reach.

Hu Hong subconsciously glanced at his daughter, and sure enough, Hu Qian had already picked up something and was looking at it carefully in his hand.

"Hey, be careful. We can't afford the compensation." Hu Hong walked nervously to Hu Qian and reminded him.

"Well, I just want to take a look. Look how delicately made this thing is. It's much better than your craftsmanship." Hu Qian praised generously without even looking at his father's face which had darkened.

"Yeah." Hu Hong said indifferently and returned to Su Xiaoxiao.

This girl is still comfortable to look at.

"I don't think you can build a house like this." Su Xiaoxiao looked up at the exquisite beams above the flower hall and sighed.

Hu Hong was emo after being hit twice.

There was no response, and Su Xiaoxiao didn't think much about it. Her attention was attracted by the paintings on the wall.

Something in the painting seemed to attract her, and she walked to the painting unconsciously and stared at it without blinking.

The scene in the painting is a girl wearing silver armor, holding a sword and standing on a giant yellow insect.

Behind her followed countless warriors who were also wearing armor. Some of them were holding long swords, some were holding huge axes, and some were carrying various types of weapons. They were looking at the girl standing in the front with admiration.

It seemed that they were just waiting for the girl's order and then they would fight forward.

In front of them was a piece of black and red land with a blurry human figure drawn on it, but the face could not be seen clearly.

Su Xiaoxiao stared at the scroll in a trance, and gradually she felt as if her soul was drawn into the painting.

She seemed to have turned into a female general holding a long sword. The wind blew through the hair on her forehead, and the dry air was inhaled into her lungs, making her lick her equally dry lips unconsciously.