Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

Next to him is the protagonist's father.

Realizing this, Tang Huan couldn't help but pay attention to the conversations of the few people. It was basically the villagers flattering the protagonist's father. After listening to it, he lost interest.

Yan Fei reacted very sharply: "Do you know Hu Zi?"

Tang Huan was shocked: "...I don't know."

Yan Fei: "I don't know why your ears are so high?"

Tang Huan: "I haven't."

Tang Huan began to eat and drink in a disguised manner, but Yan Fei still wanted to ask more questions, so he picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into the fox's mouth, blocking the rest of the conversation.

While eating, Tang Huan kept thinking about whether he could use the protagonist's father to get in touch with the protagonist, but before he could figure out a reason, the protagonist's father actually took the initiative to talk to him.

The man was wearing a linen shirt and had just done physical work. There was still a layer of sweat hanging on his dark neck. He held a small cloth bag in his hand and stopped awkwardly one meter away from Tang Huan.

"Is the Taoist going to touch Cangshan too?"

Tang Huan nodded.

The protagonist's father smelled of sweat, Yan Fei moved his nose and crawled onto Tang Huan's other shoulder in disgust.

The man blushed a little, scratched his head embarrassingly and said: "I, our boy also went to Diancang Mountain to learn from his teacher. When the two of them left the house, they walked in a hurry. I was worried that the coils he brought would not be enough. Go to Diancang Mountain, I wonder if you can help me take this to him?"

While speaking, the man handed the cloth bag in his hand to Tang Huan.

It's just a few copper coins. The man doesn't think that Taoist priests like Tang Huan will take away his money. He is only worried that the money will be taken away from Cangshan Mountain. If the tiger spends all the money, he will be hungry in the future. He put away all the cakes he brought this morning. go in.

Of course Tang Huan was willing to help. For him, this was a godsend opportunity. He took the bag and nodded again.

"Thank you Daoist! My tiger son's name is Yu Chuyang. He is very energetic and tall. He is easy to find!"

The countryman is simple, he didn't even ask why he went to Diancang Mountain, so he happily went back to the table and continued to drink tea.

After returning to the table, several other people teased the man in a low voice: "Are you sending some copper coins or are you trying to find a wife for your boy? But your boy is indeed handsome, by accident, maybe he will succeed! "

Tang Huan: "..."

Well, it's not as simple as he imagined.

After resting for a while, Yan Fei started urging him on his way again. When the waiter came to pay the bill, Tang Huan couldn't get out the copper plate, so he took out a spirit stone and put it on the table. The spirit stone shone with a lustrous halo.

The small tea shop suddenly became quiet.

The waiter in the shop immediately petrified, and the eyes of the people next door were wide open, and the tea was spilled all over the floor.

Tang Huan thought it wasn't enough, so he took out another one.

Yan Fei sighed deeply: "Enough, let's go."

One spirit stone can buy a tea stall, and two spirit stones can even catch up with the annual income of a mortal family. The owner of the palace who is well-clothed and well-fed has just learned how to spend money, and he is being taken advantage of every day.

The others were still watching in a daze, but after hearing what Yan Fei said was enough, Tang Huan put down the spirit stone and left.

The two started on their way again, and walked for another whole day. At the end of March, they finally arrived at the gate of Diancang Mountain.

The gate of the mountain will only open at Mao tomorrow, but tonight hundreds of mortals have gathered outside the gate. The magnificent white jade gate stands among the mountains and mist. Looking at the top of the mountain, a huge stone sword shoots out from the mountain, breaking through the clouds and pointing at the sky. , the height of the fairy mountain lies in the fact that only a section of the hilt of the sword can be seen at the bottom of the mountain.

Ordinary people outside the mountain gate are either looking around in shock, or recuperating in the carriage. Those who have learned how to draw energy into the body are meditating on the spot, racing against time to practice, hoping to squeeze into the inner gate in one fell swoop.

Tang Huan took his household registration and came to the registration office under the mountain gate. There were two monks, a man and a woman, sitting behind a small wooden table. At the moment, no one was registering, and the two were resting with their eyes closed.

Tang Huan hasn't learned the female voice yet, so he can only transmit the sound to Yan Fei first, and his original words are very polite.

[Hello, I want to sign up for the sect general election. 】

In the end, when it came to Yan Fei's mouth, there were only two words left.

"Sign up."

The man behind the table opened his eyes, and looked at Tang Huan first: "Are you able to draw Qi into your body?"

"Ah."

"Bring the household registration, take off the hat, why did you bring a fox? A monster?"

"It's just an ordinary pet."

The male monk took the household registration and began to register on the paper. Tang Huan took off his veiled cap and let him take a look. After seeing it, the male monk's brush was hanging in the air, and it didn't fall down for a long time.

The female cultivator next to her didn't hear anything, she opened her eyes to look, and saw her brother sitting in a daze on the seat, having already stepped into the Golden Core, a cultivator who has seen thousands of times, unexpectedly would lose his composure like this.

"Brother, what's the matter?" The female monk was puzzled, and followed his gaze to look at Tang Huan, but now Tang Huan had already put on the veil, and she only saw a white veil.

The evening breeze was gentle, the white gauze fluttered, and a strong fragrance wafted from the woman's body. Even if she couldn't see her face, the female monk was dazed by the faint fragrance.

"Any more questions?"

"No, no."

The male monk came back to his senses and completed the registration for Tang Huan at the fastest speed in half a month. When he invited him to test his spiritual root, his voice was so gentle that he could tire you.

"This crystal ball can detect what kind of spiritual root you are, just put your hand on it lightly, yes, that's it, hiss...mutated ice spiritual root! Junior sister is extremely talented, and the future is boundless!"

In order to show his immortal demeanor and make mortals yearn for those who practice Taoism, the male monk has been cold-faced for half a month. He is suddenly so abnormal that the female monk is a little suspicious that his brother has been taken away!

Also, the general election hasn't started yet, so why is this called a junior sister? ? ?

The voice of the male monk was not low, and many people were also paying attention to Tang Huan secretly. Seeing the clear and clean frost in the crystal ball, some people were envious, some were puzzled, and more people were gnashing their teeth and cursing secretly. There is one less.

Yesterday, the Yue family accounted for four people, and if Tang Huan was counted, there were only half of them left.

Tang Huan was made uncomfortable by the male cultivator's enthusiasm, turned around and left after registering, Yan Fei looked at the sky, and suddenly hooked him with his claws, signaling him to go further away.

Yan Fei said: "Go into the woods, go to a place where no one is around."

"Why?" Tang Huan was not happy, he still wanted to find the protagonist in the crowd.

Yan Fei: "You don't learn how women speak? How do you practice here?"

It is really inconvenient not to be able to speak, and Yan Fei can't always be the mouthpiece. Thinking about the troubles in the future, Tang Huan complained about the paper household registration, and walked into the forest helplessly.

At the same time, not far from the square, a group of Yue family members were meditating on the spot.

They came a day earlier than Tang Huan. Since Tang Huan came to Diancang Mountain, Yue Qixian noticed his breath, but he didn't expect to see him for a few days. Tang Huan suddenly changed from a long robe to a long skirt.

Yue Xingyue stared at Tang Huan's back, and said sourly: "Third Brother, that person's aura seems to be that of a guy I met in Daoshi City. Tsk, he is actually a mutated ice spirit root."

Yue Qixian: "Yes."

Yue Xingyue puffed up her cheeks: "Hmph! If you dare to look down on me, Yue Jia, I'll go and show him some color!"

It is almost inevitable for Shan Linggen to join Diancang Mountain. Once he joins the sect, the disciples of the same sect will no longer be able to fight privately, so she wants to teach Tang Huan a lesson, and now is the only chance.

Yue Qixian thought of Tang Huan's indifferent reaction when he saw him and heard Yue's family, and felt that the other party was not like an ordinary mortal, "He is a mutated ice spirit root, and he has learned to draw qi into his body. You don't have to be him. opponent."

Yue Xingyue has always been strong, so he stood up immediately when he heard the words, "Although I have the dual spiritual roots of water and wood, but I have already established a foundation, how can I not beat him!"

Yue Qixian turned his eyes to look at her, and with just one glance, Yue Xingyue's arrogance was extinguished, she shrank her neck like a frightened little quail.

"Third brother, but I can't stand that anger. They say that about you, that you are narrow-minded, that you put on airs, and that you are not as good as the other three..."

Bringing up the old things again, the more the strings are heard, the more the veins throb: "Noisy!"

Yue Xingyue trembled again, feeling aggrieved, she really said so.

Yue Qixian inhaled, thought for a moment, then suddenly got up and said, "Forget it, I'll go and have a look."

There is always a subtle feeling between geniuses. Tang Huan is definitely not an ordinary person, but he has never heard of such a person among the disciples of the aristocratic family.

The color in his eyes gradually darkened, he got up and walked in the direction where Tang Huan disappeared.

...

Deep in the woods, Tang Huan walked a full 500 meters before finding a deserted place behind a huge rock.

Yan Fei carefully sensed the atmosphere around him, and after making sure that there was no one else, he jumped off him and suddenly changed back into a human form. Before Tang Huan could react, his body was pressed against the stone.

Yan Fei's expression was serious: "In the general election of Zhengdao Sect, the first level is to find a way to climb up the fairy mountain. There are [-] steps to find the way. There is a psychedelic formation in the clouds and mists, and there are peeping enchantments around it. People can see your every move at any time."

Tang Huan read it in the original book. The first level of entry, even the protagonist climbed for three days and three nights. It was not difficult in the middle, but he didn't bring enough dry food and almost died of starvation. This is the past that the protagonist doesn't want to mention.

Speaking of which, if he sends the dry food from the protagonist's father at that time, shouldn't the protagonist treat him as a lifesaver?

Tang Huan was distracted and started fantasizing, thinking that Yan Fei was telling himself to be careful: "I don't talk to you directly when I'm climbing, okay, I got it."

Yan Fei nodded, and suddenly took off the veil on his head, his eyes were so gentle that he seemed to be a different person, Tang Huan's scalp went numb, and a sense of crisis surged up.

Yan Fei said: "On the path-finding ladder, even a little bit of magic energy may be detected by the power of Diancang Mountain."

Tang Huan: "So?"

Yan Fei: "My lord, three days is too long, you have to smoke more now."

While talking, the distance between the two kept getting closer. Tang Huan looked down at his bright red lips, exhaled tiredly, pursed his lips, and kissed him bravely.

Now that he agreed, he still has the spirit of contract.

As soon as the lips were pressed together, there was no need for him to suck, Yan Fei put it into his mouth as if he didn't want money. After a few seconds of kissing, Tang Huan felt that it was almost done, and raised his hand to push him, but Yan Fei turned back. Pushing him, pressing him tightly against the stone, there was almost no gap between their bodies.

Tang Huan frowned, but Yan Fei smoothed the hair next to his ear soothingly, looked at the white and lustrous earlobe, moved her fingertips slightly, and an ice blue earring appeared out of thin air.

He fiddled with it a few times, put it on Tang Huan slowly, and then said in a low voice, "Don't worry, it's just a day's worth."

…trouble.

Seeing him wearing another one, Tang Huan squinted his eyes to warn. Yan Fei blinked and said solemnly: "This is how you look like a female cultivator. Do you want to be seen through?"

"... "

The skirt was already worn, and the pair of earrings were not bad, but Tang Huan still couldn't accept it psychologically. He always felt like a pervert, and started to get angry on his own.

A man disguises himself as a woman and has to be kissed by a man. A good person is forced to become a pervert.

Fortunately, Yan Fei is only purely crossing the demonic energy, and will not do any strange actions when kissing, such as licking back and forth like a fox in the form of a fox, and the pair of peach blossom eyes that are close at hand are also without any waves, falling on the On the dangling earrings, it was as if she was distracted.

So the two walked to God together.

However, in the eyes of Yue Qixian who followed, they were not distracted!

He saw the woman in white clothes like snow being kissed against the stone by a smear of bright red, without any resistance, obedient like a... dead fish.

Yue Qixian just glanced at it without looking at his face, then turned around and left suddenly, the handsome face behind the hood turned cold.

He was disappointed.

Tang Huan was not moved by his appearance, he thought Tang Huan was an independent person, but in the end he was just a common man who was still greedy and indulgent before the general election.

The author has something to say: Yue Qixian: He didn't respond to me, he must be different from those ordinary people who are addicted to beauty.

Tang Huan: The structure is small, I may still be a well-informed obscene demon, you are only the sixth, how do you expect me to react?