My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

On the day the saint entered the city, the ivory-white carriage was pulled by eight pure white horns, and white bells hung from the four corners of the roof of the carriage. The sixteen guards behind the carriage were also dressed in ivory white, and the delicate cloud patterns on their clothes seemed to come alive under the sunlight.

In front of the carriage, a team of royal guards was clearing the way. The hooves are rushing, and the momentum is magnificent.

The people stood on both sides of the street, watching excitedly, but no one dared to approach, and all looked at the luxurious carriage with hot eyes. They are all imagining what the person sitting in the carriage will look like. The image of the temple has become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, powerful, revered, and righteous. The people of the temple rarely appear before the world without incident, they only appear to save the world in times of disaster.

But now, the Holy Envoy suddenly came, and many people wanted to look at the Holy Envoy's demeanor. However, to everyone's disappointment, the carriage was stern, and in the end, they did not see the demeanor of the holy messenger. It just makes people look forward to it even more.

The holy envoy entered the city with a mighty force, attracting the attention of countless people, including many aristocratic families in the capital.

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The holy messenger at the moment is living in a courtyard specially arranged for him by the royal family. Other courtyards, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, the environment is elegant. The angel was sitting at the top of the hall, drinking tea. A person standing below is salute him respectfully.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you, the old man?" It was none other than Zhuo Qingge who was greeting him respectfully.

Zhuo Qingge called out to the old man. In fact, this holy envoy was not very old, he looked like he was in his forties. He was in good spirits, not angry and arrogant, exuding an invisible coercion from his body.

"It's alright." The holy envoy put down the teacup and looked at the apprentice who was respectful to him in a good mood. "What about you, will you improve after you come back?"

"After the disciple came back, he never slackened his cultivation." Zhuo Qingge actually had a lot to say to his master, but it wasn't the time to talk about it when they first met. Some things still have to be planned slowly, "I know that Master is coming, and a banquet has been prepared at home for Master to welcome the wind."

"That's good." The holy envoy Ke Tongxin nodded with satisfaction, "As for the reception, tomorrow, I will accompany the teacher to the palace for a banquet today. The emperor said that he would take the wind for the teacher, but pushed him away for a while. It's still kind of hard to come by."

"As a holy envoy, it is also an honor for the royal family to be graciously entertained by the emperor." Of course, Zhuo Qingge knew what his master's temperament was, so he just had to say something nice.

After Ke Tongxin was graciously received in the palace, he was also graciously received in the Zhuo family the next day, and he was very satisfied with the attitude of the Zhuo family towards him. After the banquet, Zhuo Qingge took the opportunity to propose that Master living in another courtyard would not be comfortable in his house, and the family would arrange it properly. In the name of being filial to Master, he tried to persuade Ke Tongxin to live in Zhuo's house.

Of course, Ke Tongxin knew that the Zhuo family wanted to take advantage of the situation, but for the sake of their considerate hospitality, in order to give his apprentice a long face, Ke Tongxin agreed to live in the Zhuo family.

For a time, the Zhuo family was the limelight in the capital.

Zhong Wanying's father had some thoughts when he saw it, and tried to persuade Zhong Wanying, who had been strongly opposed to being with Zhuo Qingge, and let her try to approach Zhuo Qingge. It was only suppressed by Zhong Wanying's mother who repeatedly discouraged it.