Chapter 212

Pan Yun slept well and got up early the next morning. He stood in the yard and looked around. Then he walked to the garden closest to the main courtyard. With a quick glance, he found a rockery and flew up to sit on it to meditate.

Miao Zhen Miao, one holding a sword and the other holding a cat, still stood behind her although they were yawning sleepily.

Pan Yun gave Miao Zhenmiao a look and began to meditate and practice.

Miaozhenmiao and Qiaomimi leaned against the railing of the pavilion beside the rockery, their eyes empty. Feeling the spiritual energy attracted by Pan Jun, the two of them couldn't help but look at each other. It was too fast for the young master to enter into meditation, it was only a few breaths.

The main house where Mr. Huang lives is higher than the garden, and you can see the garden from the second floor of the main house.

Unfortunately, unlike most middle-aged and elderly people who like to live in the main house on the first floor, Mr. Huang likes to live in a high place.

He believes that living higher up not only gives him a better view, but also makes him feel refreshed and his sleep quality is better than living downstairs, so he has always lived on the second floor.

Early in the morning, he turned his head to look out the window as usual, and saw Pan Yun sitting in meditation on the rockery.

He couldn't help but walk to the window.

Pan Xiaohei opened his eyes and meowed.

Miao and Miaozhen, who were dozing off, woke up instantly and both noticed a gaze falling on them.

Miao Zhen glanced at Pan Yun who was practicing seriously, and according to what the three of them had agreed on in the morning, she quietly made hand gestures in her sleeves. The spiritual energy was attracted by her magic formula and instantly materialized, circling around Pan Yun like a ribbon. After a circle, it turned its head like a fiery red dragon and stared at the person standing in front of the window.

Mr. Huang was shocked and could not help but rush to the window to look out. The fiery red dragon changed in an instant and turned into a fiery red phoenix. But before Mr. Huang could see clearly, a gust of wind came, and both the dragon and the phoenix turned into a fiery red smoke that blew through Pan Yun's frosty white hair and slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.

Miao He quietly withdrew his hand, looked at Miao Zhen with pride, and blinked, "Did I use this gust of wind in time?"

Miaozhen winked at her, "Just in time! Very good cooperation."

Mr. Huang stared blankly. Due to his lack of knowledge, many thoughts suddenly came to his mind.

This is both a dragon and a phoenix, but this fairy is a female and she is old, so she can neither be the emperor nor the queen, right?

Mr. Huang felt very uncomfortable and wanted to find out more about Pan Yun's background.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and called the housekeeper over, "Go call your wife, she's smart, ask her to take a plate of silver and ask those two young Taoist priests to find out the origin of this immortal."

The housekeeper didn't understand why the master not only didn't doubt Pan Yun after calming down for a night, but trusted her even more.

Anyway, after thinking about it all night, the housekeeper actually felt a little suspicious of Pan Yun.

But he still didn't dare to express his opinion. Since the master said so, he would do it. However, "Master, isn't one plate of silver too much? Those two are just Taoist children..."

"What do you know? Following the Immortal, what haven't they seen? I'm afraid this plate of silver won't be enough to pry them open. Anyway, let your wife be smart and don't be stingy with the money. You must find out the background and purpose of this Immortal."

The butler took a look at the master's painful expression and agreed, "I will go right away."

After Pan Yun finished her practice, she took Miaozhen and Miaohe back to the house. She continued to pretend to be a master and practice, while Miaozhen and Miaohe fulfilled the responsibilities of a Taoist boy, serving her tea and preparing her breakfast.

A housekeeper came over with hot tea and invited them to go to the kitchen to choose breakfast. "I don't know what the Immortal Master likes, so the kitchen made some extra. Why don't you two young Taoist priests go and choose in person?"

Miaozhen and Miaohe went along.

The kitchen did prepare a lot of breakfast, including steamed buns, dumplings, porridge, steamed pork ribs, steamed taro, and even meals as sumptuous as lunch and dinner.

The housekeeper introduced them to each other and asked with a smile, "What are the names of the two young Taoist priests?"

"Miao Zhen."

"Miaohe."

The housekeeper smiled and said, "My husband's surname is Qian, and my maiden surname is Zhou. I am in charge of the kitchen here. If you two Taoist priests don't mind, just come to me if you want to eat something in the future."

Miaozhen and Miaohe called her "Madam Zhou" and asked, "The housekeeper I met last night is your husband?"

Madam Zhou was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, how did the Taoist know that?"

She had gone to bed long ago last night, and only found out about the three Taoists who had come to the house after her husband came back. This morning was the first time she saw them. Logically, they shouldn't have known her.

Miao Zhen said: "I calculated it."

Madam Zhou's heart was pounding. While helping Miaozhen put food into the food box, she praised, "Master, your calculations are really accurate. I wonder how long you two have been learning the art?"

Miao Zhen: "We have been in the mountains since we were born. We have been practicing with our master and uncles since we were young. If you want to ask me how long we have been practicing, I don't know."

"I wonder which mountain you live on?"

Seeing Miao Zhen Miao He frowning, Madam Zhou said quickly: "The Taoist priest is so powerful, the immortal priest must be even more powerful. Find out the place so that I can go to the mountain to pray in the future."

Miao Zhen said: "That's too far, you may not be able to get there. Besides, the mountain where we live is separated from the secular world by miasma, so ordinary people can't get there."

Madam Zhou looked around, as if feeling guilty. Seeing that no one was in the kitchen, she took out two silver ingots from her bosom and stuffed them into Miaozhen's hands, whispering, "Master, the outside of this mountain is different from the inside. You need silver to do anything outside. Without silver, you can't move an inch."

"Besides, there are so many good things out there. If you want to change into a nice-looking Taoist robe, you'll need to spend money to buy fabric, right?" Seeing Miao Zhen's frown loosen up and her hand pushing the silver less vigorously, Madam Zhou smiled and whispered, "Master, don't worry. This money is not much. I see that you are similar to my daughter, and I feel sorry for you for not coming down the mountain very often, so I give it to you."

Miao Zhen's expression became more gentle, and she lowered her head and said sadly, "I have been an orphan since I was a child. I was thrown into a ditch when I was born..."

Miao He, who was standing by, looked at the plump white silver ingot in her hand and said anxiously, "I don't have any either. My parents also lost me when I was a child."

Madam Zhou: ...

She forced a smile, took out two silver ingots from her sleeve and stuffed them into Miaohe's pockets, "Poor child."

Miao He held the silver ingots in his arms, stuffed them into his sleeves, one on each side, and smiled, "Don't be pitiful, don't be pitiful, my master is very good to me."

Miaozhen:......

She quietly pinched Miaohe's waist, and Miaohe immediately changed the topic: "But it's still good to have parents, it's good to have parents, hehehe..."

This sounds fake. It seems that the two children are living well in the mountains and don't seem to miss their parents and family at all.

Madam Zhou had an idea in her mind and started to inquire about their master.

Miaozhenmiaohe did not hide anything. Except for the names and ages of Sanqing Mountain and his master and uncles, he told the truth.

Alas, there is no way, because the junior master is now a 69-year-old old Taoist priest.

When Madam Zhou heard that Pan Yun was already sixty-nine, she was so shocked that her eyes widened, "But the Immortal looks still young..."

"That's because of cultivation. Look at my junior uncle's hair. Isn't it gray?"

Madam Zhou laughed: "Since cultivation can make people rejuvenate, why is your hair still gray?"

Miaohe's heart skipped a beat. It was over. She had forgotten to find an excuse for this matter.

Miao Zhen was also panicked, but she remained calm and blurted out, "It's because my junior uncle hasn't broken through to become a human immortal yet. It's all Longhu Mountain's fault."

Miaohe: "Yes, it's all Longhushan's fault!"

Madam Zhou's eyes lit up, "So the Immortal has a grudge against Longhu Mountain."

Miao Zhen paused and said, "It's not that we have any hatred, but Longhu Mountain is indeed annoying."

Miao He: "Yes, it's annoying. They even want to snatch my junior uncle away. That's wishful thinking."

Madam Zhou asked quickly, "What do you mean?"

Miao Zhen immediately pulled Miao He aside and said, "This is the elders' business. We, the younger generation, should not discuss it. Madam Zhou, please don't ask."

Miaohe nodded, "Yes, we can't tell you even if you ask."

Madam Zhou: ...

Madam Zhou could only ask about other things. Fortunately, Miaozhen and Miaohe were willing to answer them.

According to Pan Yun's advice, everything was seven parts true with three parts false.

For example, they have some relationship and some discord with Longhushan, which is true;
For example, it was true that their master's cultivation was well-known throughout the martial arts world, but it was false that he was currently in seclusion;

It was true that their junior uncle had a high level of cultivation and was well-known in the martial arts world, but his age and other things were false...

It was half an hour later when Miaozhenmiaohe finally came out of the kitchen carrying two large food boxes. Madam Zhou's head was filled with stories, oh no, information.

She was afraid that she had forgotten, so she hurried to report to Mr. Huang.

"You mean, this immortal named Pan Sanzhu came down the mountain because he couldn't become a human immortal after ten years of seclusion and figured out that he needed to go to the mortal world to gain experience?"

"Yes," Madam Zhou whispered, "The young Taoist priest named Miaohe spoke quickly. He said that they passed by here yesterday. They didn't want to come because they hated this place. It's too close to Mount Longhu. But when they saw that our Huang Mansion cut off the Qinglong Qi of Mount Longhu, they came."

"Do they have a grudge against Longhu Mountain?"

"They said no, but I think there must be a grudge. They didn't look very happy when they mentioned Longhu Mountain."

"Did they tell me how to train as an immortal?"

"They said we need to do good deeds," Madam Zhou whispered, "I don't really understand what they said, but it seems that when one is promoted to a human immortal, one will be struck by lightning. In order to avoid being struck to death, the immortal must not commit evil and must do more good deeds."

Mr. Huang's eyes lit up. "Really? In other words, they can't hurt me?"

Madam Zhou nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I have asked before. People who practice Taoism cannot hurt others without reason, but if there is a reason, it is okay."

"I'm not going to harm them, so how could there be a reason?" Mr. Huang said indifferently, feeling a little more at ease.

He was just afraid that these people would hurt him out of control.

(End of this chapter)