The two disciples of the Chen family who were guarding the gate nodded and bowed to Chen Shixiong, with expressions of compliment on their faces.
"Okay, if you see her coming to Biyun Peak in the future, come directly and notify me. The benefits will not be lost to you."
Chen Shixiong carried the person with one hand and put the other behind his back, and said lightly to the two gatekeepers.
"Okay, okay, we both know"
The two gatekeeper disciples nodded and bowed to Chen Shixiong.
"Okay, that's it!"
Chen Shixiong glanced at the two of them, turned his head directly, and quickly walked along the winding and rugged path with the wind at his feet.
Seeing Chen Shixiong leave, the two gatekeeper disciples who had received the benefits looked at each other, looked at the spirit stones in their hands, and weighed them. The joy on their faces was self-evident.
"Deacon Xiong is quite generous in this life!"
One of the gatekeeper disciples said.
"Yes, yes"
Another man who got paid also said happily.
"Okay, okay, let's just keep an eye on the mountain gate."
The two joked a lot with each other, and then they returned to their original positions.
At this time, Chen Zhizhi, who was forced to go up the mountain, had the spells on his body released and kept struggling on Chen Shixiong's back.
"Dad, please let me down!"
"Daddy"
Chen Zhizhi still couldn't beat his father, but since he couldn't beat him, he had to admit his mistake, so along the way, Chen Zhizhi, a restless little cotton-padded jacket, kept using magic sounds in his old father's ears in order to come down.
"Don't make any crooked ideas."
"Be quiet. Dad will let you down when you get home. Don't expect anything else to happen."
The method that used to work without success in the past actually failed for Chen Shixiong. Chen Shixiong seemed to be determined and just ignored Chen Zhizhi, so she carried her all the way home.
After arriving home, Chen Shixiong put Chen Zhizhi down.
"Dad, you are so unreasonable."
As soon as Chen Zhizhi was put down and saw the closed campus door, he walked angrily to his room without looking back.
"Zhizhi, what's going on with you!"
"If you have something to talk to your father, talk to it!"
A woman dressed as a woman walked out of a side room next to the courtyard and said hurriedly to Chen Zhizhi who was about to rush into the door.
Hearing the woman's somewhat concerned and worried words, Chen Zhizhi's eyes became sore, and he rushed up, hugged the woman tightly, and shouted:
"Mom, daddy, daddy, he bullied me!"
"Good boy, be good!"
"Why would your father bully you? It's too late for him to love you."
This woman is Chen Zhizhi's biological mother and Chen Shixiong's first wife. She has five spiritual roots, so she lives with Chen Shixiong and has nothing to do with this daughter who is often crazy and loves to toss.
After a while, the woman let go of Chen Zhizhi, and then said softly to the powerful man standing aside:
"Shi Xiong, you are tired too, come here quickly, sit down and rest for a while, I will go cook now!"
"good"
Chen Shixiong responded, then pulled a chair over and sat down.
Cultivation is lonely, but it is also happy.
Probably the casual cultivators who travel around the world of cultivation are envious of Xiang Chen Shixiong's life of cooking smoke.
A few smokes from the kitchen, a woman, a few small courtyards, a medium-sized sky that you can look up to, and a not-so-strong family.
This is perhaps the most common scenario among many families who are unable to progress in their cultivation and choose to have children.
This is the life of the most ordinary monk. There is not so much dusty and ethereal cultivation, but more of the peaceful things like food, rice, oil and salt in the mortal world, and the family gathering together.
"snort"
Chen Zhizhi seemed to have felt the embarrassment of being carried up the mountain, and was reluctant to face Chen Shixiong directly. He turned his head and walked straight to his room.
"Wait a minute, don't get too close to that Chen Zhixue in the future, it won't do you any good."
Suddenly Chen Shixiong stopped Chen Zhizhi and said something incomprehensible. Chen Zhizhi, who was originally full of complaints and dissatisfaction with Chen Shixiong, cheered up instantly and seemed to be puzzled by what Chen Shixiong said.
However, Chen Zhizhi was not a fool. With a sudden change of his mind, he seemed to understand what his father was talking about.
When Chen Zhizhi saw this, he became even more angry when he saw his father's face. He turned around and ran directly into his room.
Chen Zhizhi, who was sitting in the room, still felt a lot of loss.
Maybe girls are born to be very sensitive, maybe girls are born to be petty, but at this moment she felt betrayed by her friends.
There are not many female cultivators of their generation, and even fewer with three spiritual roots.
Over the years, Chen Zhiyu has been going out for training and coming back for retreat. In fact, he doesn't see her very often.
Sometimes he even ignored her, but she felt that their childhood sweetheart affection was passing by with time.
But he still likes Chen Zhiyu, who is dressed in Tsing Yi and looks handsome. Maybe he is used to it.
Maybe it's not love, maybe it's a simple joy, it's also very possible. Anyway, she doesn't see Chen Zhiyu very often.
So Chen Zhixue naturally became his good friend and bestie.
Sister Zhixue is always so gentle and sweet, always has a sense of harmony, is always so sensible, is always so tolerant, and always makes people want to get in touch with her.
In short, she really enjoyed the time she spent with Sister Zhixue. It was a time without competition and oppression.
But now she seems to understand a little, as if she doesn't understand her very well, or even doesn't understand herself at all.
Her parents continued to force her to practice, and the young boy she admired was also practicing. Her good friend also seemed to like practicing.
Why can't we be simpler and happier? Why should we take cultivation so seriously?
She seemed to understand before that it was for her parents' face and family, but now she is more confused and at a loss because she doesn't know what to do next.
She doesn't like boring practice very much. She has parents who love her to the bone, and there are so many good friends around her. She doesn't want to spend her life like this. She wants to continue living like this, but it seems that it has become not so good.
It's possible.
In fact, she doesn't have much, and she doesn't want much, but she doesn't seem to be that good.
When she was carried back by her father, she thought it was her father who noticed her departure and chased after her in such a timely manner.
Now it seems that it was my good friend who sold me out, which is really ironic.