Chapter 379 Sun Family

While Mo Hua was using his divine sense to spy, a middle-aged cultivator with a mean face and a thin body suddenly opened his eyes in the most magnificent mansion in Qianjia Town, looking slightly surprised.

He frowned and ordered:

"Call Ze'er."

The servant took the order and soon, 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.

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

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

Sun Yi nodded, "This divine sense is extremely obscure and profound. If I hadn't been comprehending the formation and concentrating my divine sense, I wouldn't 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 should treat him with courtesy. If we can avoid provoking him, we should not provoke him. We should 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 is it so troublesome? He comes and goes 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 not a small one."

This divine sense made him feel deeply daunted.

Sun Ze was scolded and had to obey:

"Okay, Dad, I listen to you."

After Sun Ze left, Sun Yi still frowned, his mind was uncertain, and finally his eyes gradually became 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.

Kui Lao stopped the carriage.

The young monk bowed and said with a smile:

"You are a distinguished guest, I am sorry for not welcoming you."

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

The voice was as dry as a dead tree, 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."

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

Sun Ze felt uncomfortable listening to the dry voice, and felt a little dissatisfied in his heart.

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 is probably not simple.

If there is a foundation-building cultivator, he can't afford to offend him.

Sun Ze said respectfully: "Qianjia Town is simple, I am afraid of offending the distinguished guests. If you don't mind, you can move to Sun's house, and our Sun family will also do our best to be a host."

Old Kui didn't 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 was relieved.

This seemingly wooden coachman always gave him a faint sense of oppression.

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

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

The carriage stopped.

The head of the Sun family, Sun Yi, personally greeted him.

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

First, a young boy with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and then a pretty girl.

The next one who got off the carriage was a young monk with clear eyes and picturesque eyebrows.

The young monk also supported a white-clothed monk who looked handsome and had a fairy-like temperament, but had no aura at all, and did not even look like a monk.

Sun Yi was a little confused for a moment.

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

Whose peeping consciousness was that?

Sun Yi frowned.

Logically speaking, this white-clothed monk was the most likely to be in the foundation-building stage, but if he was in the foundation-building stage, it would be impossible for his aura to be so restrained that he could not detect it at all.

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

But a Jindan realm monk could not come to this remote place in the second-grade state boundary.

"Could it be that I saw it wrong?"

There was no foundation-building cultivator spying?

Sun Yi muttered in his heart.

But he couldn't drive people out since they were already here, and it was not easy for him 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, and he was very frugal with words, and he 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.

Sun Yi bowed and said, "I wonder what brings you here, distinguished guest?"

Mr. Zhuang's tone was still indifferent:

"I'm passing through your place, so I'll rest for a few days."

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

"Meeting is fate, and those who come from afar are guests. If you don't mind, stay at my Sun's house for a few days, and I will also do my best to show my appreciation."

Mr. Zhuang showed a faint smile:

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome." Sun Yi bowed and said.

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

"If you need anything, just tell the servants, and my Sun family will do its best to meet your needs."

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 building the foundation?"

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

Sun Ze was dissatisfied, "If there is no foundation, we have worked in vain, and you are still so humble, do they deserve it?"

"Say less such ignorant words!" Sun Yi frowned and scolded, "A real 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 drank a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and then slowly said:

"Among this group of cultivators, even if they have not established their foundation, their identities will not be ordinary..."

Sun Ze's eyes moved away from the waist of the maid reluctantly, and nodded in response:

"That's right, the old man driving the carriage, the young boy with a noble bearing, and the pretty girl, all have extraordinary temperaments..."

"And the man surnamed Zhuang, who looks like an immortal, is either a real master or a real liar..."

Sun Ze counted them all, but missed Mo Hua.

Mo Hua looked a little well-behaved, and was not in Sun Ze's eyes.

"Dad." Sun Ze came forward and whispered:

"What should we do next?"

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

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

"What if we can afford to offend?"

Sun Yi looked at Sun Ze with a somewhat obscure look, "...then we must treat you well."

Sun Ze also smiled.

...

The Sun family prepared two large guest rooms for Mo Hua and his friends.

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

Although it was a large guest room, it was also exquisitely laid out, with all kinds of porcelain and screens, burning sandalwood, and smoke curling.

There were five or six beds placed side by side, covered with soft blankets.

Bai Zixi meditated elegantly and quietly.

The two brothers of Mo Hua lay on the bed, talking in a low voice.

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

"Which guy surnamed Sun?"

"Who else surnamed Sun?"

"A father and a son..."

"Neither of them looks like a good person."

"That's right, their smiles are too fake."

"Smiling on the outside but not on the inside."

"Too enthusiastic, but with ulterior motives."

"Being nice without any reason..."

...

The two of them were mumbling to each other, and Bai Zixi couldn't practice, so he could only open his autumn water eyes and look at them helplessly.