Chapter 379 Sun Family

At the same time that Mo Hua released his divine sense to spy, in the most gorgeous mansion in Qianjia Town, a middle-aged cultivator with a harsh face and a thin body suddenly opened his eyes and looked slightly surprised.

He frowned and ordered:

"Call Ze'er."

The servant took the order and left. After a while, a frivolous boy came in and said casually:

"Dad, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged cultivator's surname was Sun Yiming, and he was the head of the Sun family.

The boy's surname was Sun Mingze, and he was the eldest son of the Sun family.

The head of the Sun family, Sun Yi, frowned and said: "There is a cultivator spying with divine sense."

Sun Ze was also surprised and said: "Foundation-building cultivator?"

Sun Yi nodded, "This divine sense is extremely obscure and extremely profound. If I hadn't been comprehending the formation and concentrating my divine sense, I might not have been able to detect it."

"This person must be a foundation-building cultivator!" Sun Yi said firmly.

Sun Ze also frowned:

"What is a foundation-building cultivator doing in our Qianjia Town?"

Sun Yi pondered for a moment and said slowly:

"No matter what he does, we will treat him with courtesy. If we can avoid provoking him, we will not provoke him. We will send him away as soon as possible."

Then he ordered: "This foundation-building cultivator is exploring the way with his spiritual sense. He must be an outsider."

"There is only one way out of Qianjia Town."

"Take some people to welcome them and invite them to be guests. Don't offend them."

Sun Ze said dissatisfiedly : "Why bother so much? He can come and go as he pleases, why should we care about him?"

Sun Yi scolded: "What do you know? Building a foundation is completely different from building a foundation. Our Sun family lives in a remote corner, so we naturally have to make more friends with other cultivators. Even if we don't make friends, we have to find out what he is doing here and can't offend him."

"Besides, this foundation-building cultivator is probably from a big family." ˜"*°•.˜˜.•°*"˜"

This divine sense made him feel deeply daunted.

Sun Ze was scolded and had to obey:

"Okay, Dad, I'll listen to you."

After Sun Ze left, Sun Yi still frowned, his mind was uncertain, and finally his eyes gradually turned cold, "I hope he is not here to cause trouble..."

...

In Qiandeng Town.

Kui Lao was cracking pine nuts and driving a carriage.

Dabai was pulling a cart and walking slowly on the streets of Qiandeng Town.

Mo Hua stretched his head to look around and looked at the formations around.

But the houses around were low, the formations were crude, and there was nothing to see.

After a while, several monks appeared in front of the road.

The leader was a young monk in brocade clothes, with a frivolous face, but pretending to be solemn.

Old Kui stopped the carriage.

The young monk bowed and said with a smile:

"I am sorry for not welcoming you, my distinguished guest."

Old Kui looked wooden and said indifferently: "Who are you?"

The voice was as dry as a dead tree. It was obviously a human voice, but it didn't sound like a human voice.

Everyone in the Sun family trembled in their hearts.

Sun Ze hurriedly said: "I am Sun Ze, the eldest son of the Sun family in Qianjia Town."

Old Kui said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Sun Ze felt uncomfortable listening to the dry voice, and he was also a little dissatisfied.

He had always been the one asking questions to others, and was rarely asked in such a cold tone.

But his father had said it first, and he didn't dare to disobey.

An old man driving a carriage is so strange, the cultivator in the carriage must be even more extraordinary.

If there is really a foundation-building cultivator, he cannot afford to offend him.

Sun Ze said respectfully: "Qianjia Town is simple, and I am afraid that it will offend the distinguished guests. If you don't mind, you can move to Sun's house, and our Sun family will also show our hospitality.

Old Kui did not say anything.

Inside the carriage, the three disciples of Mo Hua looked at each other, and then looked at Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Old Kui outside the carriage nodded and said: "Okay. "

For some reason, Sun Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

This wooden-looking coachman always gave him a slight sense of oppression.

It also made him more curious about who were sitting in the carriage.

Sun Ze led the way in front, while Old Kui drove the carriage, and slowly drove into the tall and wide gate of the Sun family in the surprised eyes of passers-by.

The carriage stopped.

Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, personally greeted them.

But the cultivators who came out of the carriage surprised them.

First, it was a young boy with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and then a pretty girl.

The next one to get off was a man with clear eyes and picturesque eyebrows. Young monk.

This young monk was supporting a monk in white who looked handsome and elegant, but had no aura and didn't even look like a monk.

Sun Yi was confused for a moment.

Among these people, who was in the foundation building stage?

Whose divine sense was that?

Sun Yi frowned.

Logically speaking, this monk in white looked the most like a foundation building monk, but if he was, his aura couldn't be so restrained that he couldn't detect it at all.

Unless he was a great monk in the Jindan realm, above the foundation building stage.

But a Jindan realm monk couldn't come to this remote place in the second-grade state boundary.

"Could it be that I saw it wrong?"

There was actually no foundation building monk spying?

Sun Yi muttered in his heart.

But since everyone was welcomed in, he couldn't drive them out, and it was not easy to admit that he saw it wrong.

He could only bite the bullet and say, "I wonder what your surname is..."

Mr. Zhuang said indifferently: "Zhuang. "

Sun Yi was startled. It was an extraordinary surname. He was very frugal with words and had the demeanor of a master.

I don't know if he was a fake.

But now that things have come to this, there is no need to dwell on these things.

Sun Yi cupped his hands and said, "Your distinguished guest is here, and you don't know why?"

Mr. Zhuang’s tone was still calm:

"I'm passing through your land and have a few days' rest."

Sun Yi didn’t quite believe it, but still smiled and said:

"Meeting each other is fate, and coming from afar is like a guest. If you don't mind, just stay at my grandson's house for a few days, and grandson will be able to show his sincerity."

Mr. Zhuang showed a faint smile:

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome." Sun Yi cupped his hands and said.

After that, Sun Yi arranged for everyone to stay and said enthusiastically:

"If you need anything, just tell your servants, and our Sun family will try our best to satisfy you."

After settling Mr. Zhuang and others, Sun Yi returned to the living room, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Sun Ze asked him: "Dad, who is Zhu Ji?"

Sun Yi shook his head, "I haven't seen it yet."

Sun Ze was dissatisfied, "If we hadn't built the foundation, our work would have been in vain. You are still so humble, do they deserve it?"

"Stop saying such ignorant words!" Sun Yi frowned and reprimanded, "A man can bend and stretch, so what's wrong with being humble?"

The living room of the Sun family is decorated magnificently.

Sun Yi sat down, and a beautiful maid came forward to serve tea. Sun Yi took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and then said slowly:

"Among this group of monks, even if they don't have a foundation, their status is not ordinary..."

Sun Ze's eyes moved away from the maid's waist with nostalgia, and he nodded in agreement:

"That's right, the old man driving the car, the handsome young man, and the pretty little girl all have extraordinary temperaments..."

"There is also the man named Zhuang, who looks like an immortal. He is either a real expert or a real liar..."

Sun Ze counted them again and missed only the ink paintings.

Mo Hua seemed to be a little more well-behaved, but he didn't catch Sun Ze's eyes.

"Dad." Sun Ze stepped forward and whispered:

"What do we do next?"

Sun Yi raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup, and said slowly:

"Observe for a few days. If you can't offend us, we will treat you with courtesy..."

"What if we can afford it?"

Sun Yi looked at Sun Ze with a somewhat cryptic look, "...Then we must entertain him well."

Sun Ze also smiled.

…

The Sun family prepared two large guest rooms for Mo Hua and the others.

One room is for Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Puppet, and the other is for Mo Hua's three children.

Although it is a large guest room, it is also exquisitely laid out, with all the porcelain and screens, sandalwood is burning, and cigarette smoke is curling up.

There are five or six beds side by side, and the beds are covered with soft blankets.

Bai Zixi meditated gracefully and quietly.

The two ink painter brothers were lying on the bed, talking quietly.

"That guy named Sun doesn't look like a good person."

"Who's surnamed Sun?"

"Who else has the surname Sun?"

"A father, a son..."

"Both of them look like good people."

"It's just that the smile is too fake."

"You are smiling but not smiling."

"I'm so passionate and have evil intentions."

"Be courteous for nothing..."

…

The two of them murmured, and Bai Zixi couldn't practice cultivation, so she could only open her eyes like autumn water and look at them helplessly.