Chapter 4 Hair Problems
◎Refuse to stay up late◎
"Yes!" Jie Yin clasped his hands together and lowered his head to Kong Shuang.
Compared to Zhunti's short, fat and round figure, he is taller and thinner, and with a sad face, he looks much more shrewd than Zhunti.
Zhunti was shocked and said, "Brother, you can't do that."
Jie Yin shook his head. He naturally knew that Kong Shuang had no good intentions, but he had to agree because he felt that the cushion in Kong Shuang's hand was his great opportunity. If he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life. No matter how difficult it was for him, he would get it.
"I wonder what Donor Kong Shuang wants?"
Kong Shuang's smile deepened. She was already extremely beautiful and stunning, and this smile made the whole room even brighter. "Fellow Daoist Jie Yin is indeed decisive and efficient, unlike someone else..." She paused, looked at Zhunti beside Jie Yin, and said, "You hesitate so much, what a mean person!"
Zhunti: ...
Kong Shuang said directly: "Fellow Daoist Jieyin, I don't need anyone to protect me. Why don't you give me a magical treasure?"
Unexpectedly, Kong Shuang was so easy to talk to this time. Jie Yin was slightly surprised and said, "No problem."
After saying that, he prepared to take out his magic weapon.
Kong Shuang said coldly again: "But fellow Daoist Jie Yin, please don't try to coax me with those rubbish. It's not worthy of your status as fellow Daoist Jie Yin."
It turned out that he was waiting here. Jie Yin lowered his eyes and was in doubt. What he said before was not wrong. The West is barren and there is really nothing good in it. This sentence was not a lie, but the truth.
The two brothers traveled around the East all day long, just to get some good resources. Over the years, they did find spiritual treasures, but they were all inferior. There was only one that could catch Kong's eyes.
The Green Lotus Baose Flag is his companion magic weapon, but it cannot be given to Kong Shuang.
Jie Yin coughed lightly, smiled awkwardly, and discussed with Kong Shuang: "To be honest, Daoist friend, I'm afraid I don't have anything that will catch your eye right now. It would be better to wait until I have something and then give it to you."
After he finished speaking, he was still a little afraid to look at Kong Shuang, for fear that Kong Shuang would say: "Then I will give you the cushion after you have it."
Fortunately, Kong Shuang didn't say anything. She remembered the treasure distribution at Fenbao Rock and happily agreed.
Jie Yin bit his tongue, almost thinking there was something wrong with his ears, and mumbled, "What did Daoist friend just say?"
She had been bullied by Jie Yin Zhunti for so many years, and this was the first time she felt so refreshed and happy. She was extremely happy and handed the cushion over without hesitation: "Daoyou, please don't forget what I said today."
Jie Yin took it with profuse gratitude and sat down beside Zhunti.
The moment Jie Yin sat down, Kong Shuang froze for a moment. She looked at Kunpeng, who had saved his seat with a sullen look on his face. Her good mood disappeared completely. She owed Kunpeng the cause and effect.
She gave the fate that originally belonged to Hongyun to Kunpeng. Kong Shuang held his forehead with a headache, glaring at Hongjun's seat, but he didn't dare to speak. He could only curse in his heart - damn God!
Kong Shuang ignored Hong Yun who was looking guilty, lifted his wide sleeves, walked towards the monks smoothly, and sat cross-legged at his good friend Chang Xi's place.
Chang Xi was a female cultivator with a delicate and cold face who looked aloof but was actually quite talkative. Upon seeing her coming over, she praised her, "Kong Shuang, you really stole the show just now!"
Kong Shuang waved his hands complacently, indicating that it was not worth mentioning, and turned his head to greet Chang Xi's sister Xihe: "Sister Xihe, long time no see."
Xihe nodded gently.
Beside Xihe were two handsome men with similar appearances. Both had a pair of golden eyes and looked extremely beautiful.
The man next to Xihe looked a little older. He was looking at Xihe with eyes full of affection, almost tears in his eyes. Xihe's eyes were full of wisdom and she was shy.
Kong Shuang understood in his heart that these were probably the Jinwu brothers who were born in the sun, and the one who was exchanging glances with Xihe was the demon emperor Di Jun in later generations, and next to him was his younger brother Donghuang Taiyi.
She couldn't help laughing and whispered to Chang Xi: "The person next to Sister Xihe seems to be quite powerful?"
Chang Xi was hostile to the man who was going to be her brother-in-law. Upon hearing this, she curled her lips and remembered something: "That's Fellow Daoist Di Jun. He wants to form the Demon Alliance and invites my sister and me to join. Now my sister is with him all day, and I'm very bored. How about after listening to your teachings, I'll take you to the Demon Alliance for some fun."
Kong Shuang was a little hesitant.
Chang Xi saw this and said comfortingly, "Daoyou Di Jun probably wants to invite you to join. If you don't want to, just decline."
Kong Shuang then nodded in agreement. She was afraid that if she was left alone, she would be hunted down by the two bald men in the West, so it would be better to drag a few people along.
On the other side, Hong Yun saw the two of them talking happily. Kong Shuang had no intention of paying attention to her at all. She couldn't help but pull Kong Shuang's sleeve and said, "Kong Shuang, I was wrong. Please talk to me."
After glancing at Hongyun, Kong Shuang's heart was still bleeding. That was the Hongmeng purple energy, which was given away by Hongyun in vain.
More cultivators came in one after another. Hong Yun was sharp-eyed and saw Zhen Yuanzi, a mutual friend of his and Kong Shuang. He quickly pulled him over and begged him to say something good for him.
Zhen Yuanzi is usually cold and taciturn. When he saw Kong Shuang unilaterally going into a cold war, he couldn't help but speak and asked what was wrong?
The talkative Chang Xi excitedly told what had just happened and waited for Zhen Yuanzi to speak.
After listening to the whole process, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hong Yun and gave a precise assessment: "Are you stupid?"
Kong Shuang nodded hurriedly.
Zhen Yuanzi turned to her again: "You are stupid too." If he were there, he would never let Zhunti Jieyin escape so easily.
Kong Shuang turned her head away with a dark face. Now that Hong Yun had Zhen Yuanzi, she was no longer bothered by her. She started to complain to Zhen Yuanzi about how hateful Zhunti Jie Yin was and how he even wanted to attack him.
He said he was thirsty, so he reached into Zhen Yuanzi's arms without hesitation, took out two ginseng fruits, and took one to please Kong Shuang. Kong Shuang still ignored him. Thinking of the spiritual fruit he saw in Kunlun Mountain some time ago, he became greedy.
She couldn't help but look at the Three Pure Ones, wondering if Yuanshi had picked one. If not, could she steal one?
The cultivators in the ancient times did not care about food. Kong Shuang and Hong Yun were two accidents. She first met Hong Yun when Hong Yun was barbecuing. She passed by and discovered this genius of dark cuisine. She helped him and found that they had similar interests, so they became friends.
With Hongyun's introduction, she met Hongyun's good friend Zhen Yuanzi, and formed a trio with this pair of good friends from the prehistoric times.
Hong Yun is innocent and kind, which always causes headaches for her and Zhen Yuanzi.
Kong Shuang sighed, and suddenly a familiar pressure surged into the hall, forcing everyone to bow down. A golden light appeared before their eyes, and a figure walked into the hall, followed by two boys, a boy and a girl.
Kong Shuang lowered her head and watched a piece of purple robe slowly floating by. She didn't dare to breathe at the moment. She knew that this was the Taoist Ancestor Hongjun.
When the Three Pure Ones saw their teacher, they were the first to greet him: "Greetings, Teacher!"
Kong Shuang was extremely surprised. It turned out that before Hongjun became a saint, Sanqing was already his disciple. This was the true pride of heaven. She felt a bitter feeling in her heart.
After the Three Pure Ones had exchanged greetings, the other cultivators present said in unison, "Greetings, Saint!"
"No need to formalize, everyone." Hongjun waved his sleeves, and Kong Shuang felt her knees being lifted up. She looked up at Hongjun, only to see that he was wearing purple clothes and had white hair, with an old face and a naturally majestic demeanor. She lowered her eyes, not daring to look again.
But I couldn't help comparing them with the two bald donkeys in the West. They also had wrinkles all over their faces, but the Taoist Ancestor was so noble. Looking at the two of them again, they were really wretched. It seemed that it was a hair problem.
Say no to staying up late, protect your hair, start with me!
Kong Shuang glanced at the Three Pure Ones again, and paused at Tongtian's face. The Three Pure Ones were transformed from the primordial spirit of the father god Pangu. They were born and raised by nature, so their looks were naturally good. Even Laozi, who had a weird aesthetic and insisted on growing a beard, was extremely charming.
She sighed again. If Zhunti and Jie Yin were half as good-looking as the Three Pure Ones, she would not be so opposed to going to the West.
Hongjun's eyes swept across the seven people sitting in the front row, and he felt a headache. He looked at Tongtian, the instigator, with a meaningful look. The latter received his gaze and smiled obediently to ask for the teacher's forgiveness.
Hongjun withdrew his gaze, endured the headache and began to preach. Soon the monks present were fascinated by his teachings.
Five hundred years later, Kong Shuang yawned and looked around. Many cultivators had already started to have circles under their eyes and were confused by what they heard. Chang Xi next to him also yawned and complained in a low voice.
In the thousandth year, Kong Shuang held up her eyelids and looked at Hongjun in front of her. He was full of energy and speaking expressionlessly. His pronunciation was very clear, but it was too profound and she could not understand a word.
Poor seven people in front, they were sitting under the teacher's nose and couldn't even take a break. Their faces turned green after hearing this.
She looked at the Three Pure Ones again. Laozi Yuanshi was fine, sitting upright. The remaining one Tongtian was leaning on Yuanshi with a very painful expression. Noticing Kong Shuang's gaze, he looked back.
Kong Shuang touched her nose and quickly looked away. She originally thought that Laozi and Yuanshi formed a small group and did not bring Tongtian to play, so when she sneaked into Kunlun Mountain, she only saw Laozi and Yuanshi. Now it seems that this is not the case.
Tongtian's tragic end in later life was caused by the conspiracy of his two brothers and the two people in the West, and he himself had a feud with the West. In this case, Kong Shuang suddenly had a malicious thought that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. In this case, should he also establish a good relationship with this Tongtian saint?
Her gaze then turned to the two people in the west. They were sitting very straight, but their shiny heads had become much dimmer.
Zhunti was wailing in his heart. If he had known that attending the class would be so painful, he would not have snatched this damn cushion. Jie Yin was better than him. The two brothers encouraged each other.
Kunpeng, who was standing by, had no companions, but he had someone hidden in his sleeve. The person in the sleeve spoke, "Teacher, what should I do? I can't hold on any longer. I'm so sleepy!"
Kunpeng looked back at Kong Shuang, and seeing her burning gaze, he quickly encouraged his disciple: "You have to hold on. Your sister Kong Que is still listening carefully. Don't you want to surpass her the most?"
The person in the sleeve nodded vigorously.
Nuwa on the far right is whispering with her brother behind her.
Fuxi: "Sister, I will sleep for a while. Please wake me up after a hundred years."
Nuwa: "Brother, no, I will sleep first."
Kong Shuang blinked his eyes and thought to himself that it was a good thing that he didn't sit in the front. There were many monks below and it was not as conspicuous as sitting in the front. Many of them had already dozed off. The boldest one was Hong Yun, who lay on the ground carelessly. Zhen Yuanzi was kind and put his head on his lap.
Kong Shuang tried her best to hide her expression of being hit. She turned around and looked enviously at Chang Xi, who was sleeping soundly in her sister's arms. She took out her little notebook...
What the Taoist said was becoming more and more profound, and she began to not understand. Although she could not understand these vast Taoist teachings, she had to learn them, because a good memory is not as good as a good pen.
Roll it up!
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