Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Xuanluo brought Yi Yingluo to a teahouse in Hongdou County.

Because they had already drunk tea in the inn, the two did not order any tea in the teahouse.

Xuan Luo ordered two servings of red bean soup. It was quite nice to have some dessert after a meal. He hadn't had dessert for a while.

The teahouse girl came to Xuanluo's table with a tray and placed two bowls of hot red bean soup in front of the two of them.

"Fairy, this is the red bean soup you ordered. If you have any other needs, you can call me at any time." The girl said nervously.

This was her first time receiving a monk, so she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

It was the first time she met such a beautiful female monk. Several female monks had come to Hongdou County, but none of them was as beautiful as the one in front of her.

Some secular novels say that the higher the realm of a monk, the better looking he will be. I don’t know if it’s true.

"Okay, you go and get busy first." Xuan Luo said.

After the girl left, Xuan Luo sighed.

This identity will have to last for a long time, at least he has to take Yi Yingluo to complete the entire itinerary on the note.

During this period of time, you have to play the role of a nun.

Yi Yingluo saw Xuanluo sighing and asked in confusion: "Xuanluo, is the amount of red bean syrup too small? I can't finish so much, I can give you some."

"No need, I'm sighing because of something else." Xuan Luo said.

He needs to change his reaction when people call him fairy or heroine.

Otherwise, every time someone called him like that, he would frown and sigh, and the little girl would become suspicious sooner or later.

Yi Yingluo gently picked up a spoon with some sugar water on it and crystal red beans in it.

She stirred with the spoon, scooped up the red bean syrup, blew it carefully, and then put it into her mouth.

The first bite was sweet but not greasy. The softness of the red beans and the sweetness of the syrup blended on her tongue, making her feel relaxed and happy.

“This is delicious!”

Yi Yingluo smiled and took another bite. It was her first time to eat red bean syrup.

A satisfied smile bloomed on her face, and she gently scooped up the red beans and sugar water with a spoon, and every mouthful was filled with happiness.

Is this red bean soup really so delicious? Is this one of the specialties of Hongdou County?

Xuanluo picked up the spoon and took a bite. It was quite delicious.

He pointed at the middle-aged man standing on the small platform and said, "That's the storyteller. Some teahouses with relatively good business have a storyteller. Their job is to tell stories."

Yi Yingluo raised her head and looked at the storyteller.

"Sometimes I would tell some interesting stories and gossips, and sometimes I would tell some stories I made up."

Xuan Luo took a sip of sugar water and continued, "I heard from my master that storytellers used to teach people to read, but in the past hundred years, government officials have been teaching ordinary people to read."

"After a century of efforts by the government, people in counties and big cities are generally literate, so storytellers no longer teach others to read."

The government has been involved in many things over the past century, launching several games and some convenient things, such as boxes for taking out meals.

Ordinary people don’t know why the government does this.

Xuan Luo heard from his master that this was all the intention of the Emperor of Beizhou, and that a powerful being in the eighth realm would actually be involved in worldly affairs.

If monks were to manage the mortal world, it would indeed bring a lot of convenience to ordinary people. Today, under the leadership of His Majesty, the Northern Continent is indeed developing in a better direction.

He managed both the mortal world and the immortal world very well, and had many rules restricting cultivators. If a cultivator killed a mortal, he would entrust the sect to resolve the matter.

In today's world of immortal cultivation, there are many fights over treasures, but few cases of loss of life.

The evil cultivators hid themselves, and the upright sects had no deep blood feuds.

Killing people for treasures is strictly prohibited. There can be fights between sects, but the means cannot be too cruel.

If a small sect or clan is destroyed, Xing Tiansi will intervene in the matter.

The immortal sect encourages disciples to compete, but the premise is that their lives will not be harmed and they will be given a way out.

Otherwise, if you kill my disciple once, I will kill your disciple once. Most immortal sects don’t want to see this happen.

Especially in small sects, there are not many disciples, and every disciple is very important.

If a disciple dies, a lot of resources will be spent on training new disciples.

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After the storyteller finished telling the two stories, he left the teahouse and ended his work for the day.

Yi Yingluo asked curiously, "So monks can also write mortal novels?"

The storyteller just told a story about a monk who wrote a novel about the mortal world, so she was curious whether this was true.

"That's indeed the case. Some mortal novels are written by cultivators. Only they can write about various things related to cultivating immortals." Xuan Luo replied.

Xiandie also told him that the novels written by monks hundreds of years ago were generally stories of blood feuds, but now they are all kinds of stories.

For example, an unknown boy happened to save a nun or helped a nun find something.

Afterwards, the young man secretly fell in love, but because of the difference between mortals and immortals, he practiced hard just to get closer to the person he loved.

For example, a young man joins a small sect, where there is a gentle and considerate senior sister, a quirky junior sister, and a taciturn senior brother.

The plot is mostly everyday.

“If someone asks you who told you about dual cultivation, just answer that it was the storyteller.” Xuan Luo said.

Yi Yingluo smiled and said, "Got it. I will never tell anyone else that you told me that!"

Speak softly, others can hear you.

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After the two of them strolled around Hongdou County, they returned to their room at the inn, and Xuanluo asked for a bucket of hot water for Yi Yingluo to take a bath.

She had just become a monk, so naturally she had to take a bath every few days.

Xuan Luo is a sound cultivator at the third level. He only takes a bath once every half a month or a month. He is unlike some physical cultivators and sword cultivators who sweat every day and need to take a bath every day.

Cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Stage can remove dirt and impurities from their bodies by regulating the true qi in their bodies, while keeping their skin delicate and smooth.

They do not need to bathe as frequently as mortals, and bathing is just a way to relax and is not necessary.

"Xuanluo, why are you turning your back to me?" Yi Yingluo asked.

She wanted to ask this question last time. Her parents told her that there are differences between men and women, but Xuan Luo is a girl and she shouldn't turn her back to a child like her.

Because I’m not a pervert who likes to watch little girls taking a bath!

I'm not a woman, I'm a man!

But such words certainly could not be said, so Xuan Luo told a very cold joke.

"I prefer to face the wall and reflect on my mistakes."

Yi Yingluo didn't know for a moment whether what he said was true or false. Is there really someone who likes to reflect on his mistakes facing the wall?

Xuanluo also considered renting two rooms, but he felt uneasy about letting an eleven-year-old girl live in a room by herself.

If she sneaks away and we can't find her, the Zixiao Palace will blame us, which will be a big problem.

After taking a shower, Yi Yingluo lay on the bed. Xuanluo still sat on the wooden chair and closed the window.

"Xuanluo, aren't you sleepy?" Yi Yingluo asked.

“I am a cultivator in the late Foundation Breaking Realm. I won’t feel sleepy even if I don’t sleep for a few days.” Xuan Luo replied.

"I heard from some sisters in the sect that proper rest can keep you young and make you look better."

Xuan Luo thought, what are these messed up things? You are using them to amuse children.

"Just go to sleep first. I'll rest for a while later."

Yi Yingluo lay on the bed, blinked and asked, "It's hard for me to sleep alone, can you hold me while I sleep?"

"No." Xuan Luo replied.

Although he would not have any strange thoughts about the little girl, if others knew his identity in the future, he would never be able to wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

The elders of Zixiao Palace did not come to Hehuan Sect to have tea with him, but came to Hehuan Sect to chop him down.

"Why?" Yi Yingluo asked.

I can’t answer this question for you, otherwise I’ll be exposed.

"I have my own difficulties, and it's hard to explain them to you now."

Xuan Luo turned his head and looked at Yi Yingluo, who looked like she was about to cry.

"Just once, just hold me to sleep once, there won't be a next time." Yi Yingluo said.

Xuan Luo thought about it for a long time and logically should satisfy her request.

"Of course you can, but you can't give me trouble for this matter in the future."

Yi Yingluo smiled innocently, she understood what Xuanluo was worried about.

"Okay! I will also explain to my parents that it was me who asked you to hold me to sleep."

Xuan Luo said quickly: "Don't tell them about this. The fact that I held you to sleep is our secret. You can't tell anyone else."

"it is good!"

Xuanluo was lying on the bed holding Yi Yingluo.

The little girl asked in confusion: "Xuanluo, why do I feel like something is pressing against me?"

Xuan Luo was sweating profusely, but he pretended to be calm and said something.

"It's your illusion. Go to bed quickly. We'll go somewhere else to play tomorrow."

Yi Yingluo still felt weird, but she didn't think much about it and slowly closed her eyes.

She felt a sense of warmth and security, and a smile appeared on her lips.

I had a really great time playing with Sister Xuanluo these days. She told me a lot of things and took me to many places.

Xuanluo, good night.