Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 332 My husband, what are you looking at?

Chunchao Lake is the largest inland lake in Huajunzhou, with a radius of nearly a thousand miles. It is called the "inland sea" by the common people. There are 108 large and small fairy islands in the lake, all of which belong to Qianqiu Yuefu.

Because of its large scale, Chunchao Lake is divided into twelve areas, collectively known as the Twelve Palaces. The Jade Chan Palace, close to Fengyue City, is where the sect receives foreign guests. Numerous Cave Mansions are built on the nine lake islands. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and nearly a thousand famous immortals have settled in Jade Toad Palace.

On the branches of the moon, the Muhan Island in the center was singing and dancing, and the female disciples of Qianqiu Yuefu in costumes were dancing on the brightly lit Chunchao Lake.

In the towers along the coast, countless masters from the immortal family are seated, and there are several high platforms by the lake. Everyone who is good at music comes forward to perform in turn, which can be regarded as a warm-up for the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.

On a terrace facing the water, Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan sat side by side at the tea table, watching the elegant dancing of the fairy girl, while Leng Zhu obediently poured tea beside them. Not far away, Shangguan Lingye was sitting at the tea table, and Xiu Yahe, the woman in charge of entertaining, was introducing politely:

"...This song "Shangyang Chun" is Mr. Sanzhu's famous work. It is said that he lived in seclusion on the Chunhua Peak of Yingyang Immortal Palace for three years before he got this song. There is a feeling of lingering sound..."

Shangguan Lingye sat elegantly, listened for a while, and looked at the black lyre in the player's hand:

"The sound of this piano is average, it's not 'Qingxiao Crane Cry', right?"

Yahe smiled implicitly: "Fairy Shangguan knows how to do it. This piano was made by Guiguxia. The timbre is already considered high-quality, but compared with the Immortal Grade, which is 'one piece makes the wind and the clouds move', there is indeed a gap." Qing Xiao Crane Cry' is almost the same as the 'Duyou Waterfall' treasured by our ancestors. It used to be an object on the facade of the Black Tortoise platform in Beishouzhou, but it was lost later. I don't know how the Qu family got it..."

When Shangguan Lingye heard the Black Tortoise platform, his thoughts moved, and he looked at a hall by the lake.

The people sitting in the hall are all famous. Among them is a middle-aged man in a brocade robe. According to Yahe's introduction, he is Qu Xiangwen, the young head of the Lihe Qu family.

The Qu family in Lihe has a relationship with Pofeng City in the middle of Huajunzhou. They started their business only three hundred years ago. They are regarded as nouveau riche in Yuyaozhou. Needless to say, Huajunzhou has always been looked down upon by old-school wealthy families, so it is especially special. Likes to be arty and make friends with celebrities, trying to break into the wealthy circle.

This time, the Lihe Qu family took out the treasures at the bottom of the press box and lent them to Mr. Sanzhu to play. They are all borrowed pianos.

Shangguan Lingye pondered for a while and asked:

"Will the Lihe Qu family part with this piano?"

Yahe shook his head and sighed: "The status of the Lihe Qu family is not low in the way of practice, but they have no background. They searched around for these ancient treasures just to decorate their appearance. If they are willing to part with each other, the elders in the sect will go bankrupt and take them down." gone."

Immortal Grade Guqin, in terms of rarity, is no less rare than the fairy sword, even rarer than the fairy sword, because there are many people who make swords, but few people are willing to use the rare treasures of heaven and earth, and the souls of fairy beasts to make musical instruments. Most of them are naturally formed by chance. .

The sword is a killing tool, and the qin is a musical instrument. The functions of the two are fundamentally different. The strength of the Immortal Grade qin is also playing music. .

Shangguan Lingye originally wanted to buy it back for Xie Qiutao, but when he heard that the other party didn't want to part with her, he also gave up his idea.

"The name is so big, I really want to see it, will it be revealed in the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"That's right, most of the fairies and wives from various wealthy families came here this time, and they all came here for the famous ancient piano."

When Yahe said this, he suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile:

"Of course, part of it is for Dongzhou's 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci'. I heard that Fairy Shangguan settled down in Yuchan Palace. In recent days, more than ten famous fairies came to the door. Let me inquire about Zuo Jianxian on your behalf. Unfortunately, Fairy Shangguan didn't know, so I refused..."

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Shangguan Lingye's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was condensed, and he asked:

"Really? There are many fairies who admire the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

"Ah, there are too many. Not to mention the outside world, even inside the sect, many seniors and sisters are asking about it. A senior uncle in Muqiu Palace is the most interesting. He has been married for many years and has never met the person he likes. Luojian Mountain is having a little fun. After hearing about Zuo Jianxian’s deeds, she directly said that she would marry Zuo Jianxian blindfolded if he dared to come..."

Shangguan Lingye had a smile on her face, but she snorted slightly in her heart. She glanced at the names of many immortal families by the lake and asked:

"Really? That uncle, I'm not afraid that Zuo Jianxian is indifferent, doesn't take women seriously, or doesn't like women, and appreciates sword immortals of the same generation more..."

Yahe quickly shook his head: "No, according to the rumors in Duobaotan, there are two women beside Zuo Jianxian, so he should still be interested in beauties. The only pity is that I am a student of Qianqiu Yuefu, and I am not allowed to take concubines or be a concubine. If that Zuo Jianxian doesn't break off his relationship with other women, it will be difficult for this marriage to happen..."

Set aside the relationship?

Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan, who were drinking tea slowly, narrowed their eyes slightly at the same time.

Shangguan Lingye picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Listen to what Senior Yahe wants, are you still planning to let Zuo Jianxian divorce his wife?"

Yahe sighed: "As far as Zuo Jianxian's talent and domineering temperament are so ancient, how dare you mention this offending thing, and the law of the ancestors cannot be broken. I can only say that this marriage will not fall into my future." Yuefu is on the head. But the fairies outside are not particular about it. Two elders from small sects came to ask, and the meaning in the words was directly asking Zuo Jianxian if he wanted to take a concubine, even if it was a dewy marriage, it would be fine... ..."

Leave a seed?

Wu Qingwan pursed her lips and said to herself: If Ling Quan hears this, he is not allowed to leave more than a hundred children in Huajunzhou...

Jiang Yi was secretly jealous.

Shangguan Lingye had nothing to say, and she couldn't scold the women outside for being shameless, so she could only shake her head and sigh:

"The sword demon Zuo Ci looks like he loves swords like an idiot, and he won't be interested in rhythm. The chance of coming here this time is slim, and I'm afraid he will disappoint those fairies."

"That's right, Qianqiu Yuefu doesn't follow the way of the sword. With Zuo Jianxian's temper, the only possibility is that the disciples in the sect don't have eyes to provoke others..."

"hehe……"

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Zuo Lingquan never disappoints!

More than a hundred miles away, the starry sky and the autumn moon in the sky are reflected on the surface of the lake, and the lights on the shore of the lake are like daylight. From a distance, it looks like a fairy market hanging above the sea of ​​stars.

Zuo Lingquan, who had changed into a secular prince's robe, stood by the Chunchao Lake, looking at the line of Tianshui in the distance, and asked:

"This is Hefeng Qiuyue?"

Beside her, a round-faced girl in a skirt, holding a white dumpling in her arms, shook her head and explained:

"I have never seen Hefeng Qiuyue at the mouth of Chunchao Lake. In fact, let me tell you, the most famous thing here is crabs. Autumn is the time when crabs are at their fattest, and one of them can feed a person..."

"grumble!"

Tuanzi raised his head, looked at Xie Qiutao, spread his wings, and without even thinking about it, he knew that he was saying: "Then why don't you just say, let's go eat..."

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At noon today, Zuo Lingquan got off the ferry and arrived near Qianqiu Yue Mansion.

There are countless cities around Chunchao Lake, and practitioners have settled in Fengyue City. The place where Zuo Lingquan is currently located is the Hongma Street built along the lake in Fengyue City, which is regarded as an immortal attraction.

The monks who can go here during the Mid-Autumn Festival are all here for the Mid-Autumn Festival of Qianqiu Yuefu. The minority of those who listen to the music are to watch the pretty widow, the famous fairy lady from the major fairy families, walking in Fengyue City. On the streets, you can see one from time to time.

If you want to live on the road to immortality by eating soft food, you must be careful about your clothing and appearance. The young monks on the street are all well-dressed and elegant. Although it is not suitable to describe it, at a glance, it does look like "Cowherd Street" almost.

Zuo Lingquan didn't come here to choose a mate, but being independent would attract people's attention, so he followed the locals, put on a young man's robe that he hadn't touched in an unknown number of years, and accompanied Xie Qiutao to wander around the streets.

Zuo Lingquan admired the scenery for a moment, and when he saw Tuanzi cooing with hunger, he turned around and said:

"There's nothing to see in the scenery. Let's find a place to stay first. We'll have to find out about the guqin later."

Tang Jingxuan kept looking around the street. When he heard this, he joked:

"Young people who can come here, who know how to look at the scenery, are not all here for the beauty. Xiao Zuo, just feel free to look at it boldly, I won't talk about you."

Xie Qiutao also followed: "Yes, the two female immortals over there have been looking at you, and they almost hooked their fingers at you. You don't even look back, you are not giving them face."

Zuo Lingquan was speechless and thought to himself: If I really dare to respond, I will have to accompany Tuanzi to listen to you playing the pipa tonight. Jingxun will not let me get in bed...

It was hard to say these words, so Zuo Lingquan just shook his head and smiled, and entered the market with the two of them.

Fengyue City itself is a huge fairy market. The rivers in the city meet. Stone bridges, willows and green bamboos can be seen everywhere in the small streets along the city. It has the charm of a secular water town.

Zuo Lingquan and his two girls first found a quiet single-family waterside pavilion on the shore of the lake as a place to stay, and then bought the dumplings a steamed autumn crab that was bigger than the dumplings. After the dumplings were full, they went out together. I asked about the news about the Mid-Autumn Festival some days ago.

The so-called Mid-Autumn Festival is actually the annual sect celebration of Qianqiu Yuefu. The disciples of the sect will compete in Chunchao Lake and monks from other sects who are good at music and rhythm will also come to join in the fun, because there are too many fairies with outstanding appearance. Over time, he became famous, which is a relatively rare and elegant thing in spiritual practice.

Men and women monks talking about this matter can be seen everywhere on the street, and there is even a special lecture in the Immortal Family Library to discuss the Immortal Master, the Immortal Master who will be present.

The Xianjia Library is a relatively special industry. It sells items such as low-quality exercises, formation diagrams, and elixir prescriptions used by wealthy families to make extra money, as well as various mountain and river atlases, ancient books, picture scrolls, etc.

Originally, the business was half-dead, but with the rise of special Law Weapons such as the Sky Release Tower and the Moon in the Water, the library also functioned as a 'newspaper office'. Basically every sect has one, which is used to control external public opinion and promote the sect. Notability and authority.

Not long after Zuo Lingquan was wandering on the street, Xie Qiutao took him to a library called Bafangzhai.

In the lobby on the first floor of the library, there was an old man telling stories with lots of words in his mouth. However, he did not tell about the Mid-Autumn Festival of a few days ago, but about the "Blood on the Sword Mountain" that happened a few days ago:

"... I saw the 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci', holding a snow-fronted long sword, three feet three inches long. The sword tail held a pearl in the mouth, and the sharp edge was so sharp that it was difficult to see. Speaking of the origin of this sword, it is incredible. , according to the expert, it was forged by the previous founder of Guigu Gorge himself, who killed the old dragon in Beihai and adopted it as the sword spirit..."

? ?

Zuo Lingquan stood behind the crowd and listened for a long time before realizing that he was talking about himself. He lowered his head and glanced at the unattractive Xuanming Sword on his waist, and thought to himself: Does this thing have a sword spirit? And what the hell is a sword demon?

Zuo Lingquan was really embarrassed to hear his story told by an outsider, but Xie Qiutao was very interested in it and Tang Jingxuan was also very interested. He couldn't displease the two of them, so he walked to the bookshelf on the wall alone to look at it.

The books that can be placed outside are all the best-sellers of the spiritual path - idle books recording various anecdotes, as well as the autobiographies of successful masters of the Immortal family.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at the bookshelf and saw a row of "Vixen Illustrated Books" on the top, with the emblem of the Eight-Armed Xuanmen below. He was a little surprised, so he asked the library clerk to get a copy and read it for criticism.

The result is a real vixen, with fangs and claws in strange shapes...

When Zuo Lingquan was speechless, he suddenly noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye.

There are many people in the library, evenly divided between men and women. Most of them are standing in the hall and listening to the old man telling stories. The serious fairy books are placed on the second floor. From time to time, you can see someone entering and walking up the stairs to the second floor.

Zuo Lingquan was standing by the wall, reading a book. On the right side of his body was the stairs going upstairs. At this time, a female nun was walking up the stairs.

The female cultivator is dressed more normally, with her hair tied up in a woman's bun and a flower hairpin. She is wearing a holly-colored autumn skirt, which is looser and does not show off her figure very much, but she can tell that she has a good figure.

Female nuns dressed like this can be seen everywhere on the street, and there is nothing surprising about them.

But as Zuo Lingquan glanced out of the corner of his eye, he always felt that something was wrong.

This woman's butt looks familiar...

This idea is a bit strange, but it really looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

Zuo Lingquan's sword practice requires speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. He needs to capture the slightest changes in his opponent in a very short period of time. His insight has been extremely delicate since he was a child. Even if it is blocked by a skirt, the figure under the skirt will not be different by visual inspection. One cent.

Zuo Lingquan did not believe that he would have an illusion. He recalled all the female nuns he had looked at after arriving in Huajunzhou. He felt that they looked a bit like the maid serving tea and water in Duobaotan. However, after careful comparison, there were subtle differences. In his memory, There is nothing similar, but there is a sense of déjà vu.

"..."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know why, and thought to himself: Could it be that it's been too long since I haven't played with my tail, and I'm hallucinating?

This is obviously impossible.

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while and felt something was strange. Seeing Qiutao and Jingxun still listening to books, he said hello, "I'll go upstairs to hang out." He went up the stairs alone.

The second floor of the library is full of well-edited books, most of which come from large sects. There are cultivation experiences compiled by famous masters, as well as classics about Taoism by experts, which are of high value. There is also an old Confucian scholar placed against the wall. The statue holds a scroll and a writing brush, and there is an incense altar in front of it.

Most of the people who are interested in these books are Independent Cultivators. There are about ten people on the second floor, none of whom have sect badges. They are looking for volumes in front of various bookshelves, with library clerks looking after them.

The female cultivator with the hairpin looked like she was also selecting books. She walked slowly to a bookshelf and looked around. There was nothing special about her behavior.

Zuo Lingquan was suspicious, but he couldn't stare at the female cultivator's butt. After a little probing to no avail, he simply walked up to him and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist is right..."

Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to strike up a conversation by saying something like "Fellow Daoist is also interested in Feng Shui physiognomy?" based on the types of books on the bookshelf.

But Zuo Lingquan walked in and scanned the bookshelf, only to find that there were "Twenty-eight Styles of Spring Tide", "Secrets of the Jade House" and "Instructions on House Art"...

I'm crazy...

Zuo Lingquan almost choked to death on a mouthful of old blood. His old face, which had not turned pale as Taishan collapsed in front of him, could no longer hold back. He swallowed his next words and turned into:

"Are you familiar with the library? Do you know where the training experience related to sword cultivation is stored?"

The library boy standing not far away shook his head slightly and looked away, looking like "These young people, ugh...".

When the young woman with a hairpin heard the voice, she turned her head and glanced at Mr. Pianpianjia beside her. Her face turned red and she said softly:

"Young master, um... I am a married woman. You... if you want to get to know me, I am nothing. I am just afraid that my Taoist partner will misunderstand..."

The voice is soft and waxy, and the appearance is attractive, which I have never seen before.

But Zuo Lingquan always felt a bit familiar. He hesitated and continued:

"Fellow Daoist misunderstood. I don't mean anything else. I just didn't see the relevant books. Ask someone to ask..."

Before Zuo Lingquan finished speaking, another female voice came from behind:

"Ms. sir, if you are interested in swordsmanship, why bother asking others? Isn't it available here?"

Zuo Lingquan turned around and saw Jingxun standing at the stairs of the second floor at some point, looking at him sourly like a jealous little daughter-in-law.

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Although there was no change in appearance and figure, the tone of speech between Jingxun and Zuo Lingquan was so different that even if he deliberately acted like a little wife, Zuo Lingquan could still recognize that Jingxun was being possessed by his ancestor.

When Zuo Lingquan saw his ancestor coming, he naturally didn't hold on to the young woman's hairpin. After saying "Sorry", he came to the stairs:

"How did you come?"

The woman with the flower hairpin seemed to be afraid of being misunderstood, so she lowered her head and hurried downstairs.

Zuo Lingquan still had doubts in his heart. He looked at the back of the plump young woman coming downstairs, and couldn't help but look at the familiar buttocks.

As a result, the young wife next to him raised her hand and grabbed his waist, and said with a smile:

"Ms. sir, what are you looking at?"

"hiss--"

This was probably the first time Zuo Lingquan knew that Jingxun's hand could be so strong. He gasped when he was pinched and quickly looked away:

"Daughter-in-law, I was wrong..."

From the outside looking in, the scene looked like young Taoist monks. They were having troubles because the men were dishonest and the women were jealous. Naturally, they did not attract the attention of the people in the library. Only a few women who were choosing books couldn't help but laugh "Pfft--" made a sound.

The Shangguan Patriarch held Zuo Lingquan’s waist tightly, feeling a little confused in his heart.

Just now she was meditating at the Peach Blossom Grotto-Heaven, when the Peach Blossom Old Witch suddenly contacted her and said:

"Tangtang, it's unfortunate that I've been exposed. This brat has set his sights on me for some reason. Come and help me out..."

Grand Ancestor Shangguan was quite surprised to hear that Zuo Lingquan had seen through Lord Peach Blossom's disguise and was even preparing to find out the anonymous protector.

But when I came over and took a look, I found that Zuo Lingquan didn't seem to notice anything strange, it was more like he had taken a fancy to the old witch's round and plump buttocks and ran over to strike up a conversation!

Ancestor Shangguan wasn’t quite sure of Zuo Lingquan’s original intention, so he asked with a smile:

"Where did you go wrong?"

Zuo Lingquan responded smoothly despite the pain. He didn't feel that he was at fault. He looked at his little wife beside him:

"I just think this woman looks familiar. Please be cautious when going out. Come and investigate..."

Ancestor Shangguan was dubious:

"What looks familiar?"

"Forehead……"

Zuo Lingquan's expression was slightly condensed, he hesitated, and lowered his head to her ear.

Shangguan Patriarch tilted his head slightly, but did not avoid it completely. Then he heard Zuo Lingquan whisper:

"Butt. This woman's butt looks familiar..."

? !

Ancestor Shangguan never expected to hear this weird answer, and thought to himself: Even if this is true, do you know the old witch’s butt very well? You can find something strange in this. How long have you been staring at it before?

Shangguan Patriarch’s eyes turned cold, and before he could speak, Zuo Lingquan raised his finger to the sky:

"I swear to God, I definitely noticed something strange and came up to strike up a conversation... No, it was probing. This is the most basic caution when going out, wife, don't you think so?"

"..."

Shangguan Ancestor thought about it for a while and felt that although it was a bit strange, with Zuo Lingquan's understanding, it was not impossible to detect the strangeness through these details, so he let go of Zuo Lingquan's waist:

"I believe you once."

Zuo Lingquan rubbed his old waist with his hands, and asked again:

"Is there something wrong? Is there something wrong with this woman?"

Shangguan Patriarch did not answer directly because Zuo Lingquan noticed the strangeness herself. If she denied it, Zuo Lingquan would definitely ignore the strangeness next time, which would be fatal at some point. She hesitated for a moment:

"He has good eyesight, but there is no need to be wary of this person. It has nothing to do with you."

"No need to be vigilant..."

Zuo Lingquan was a little confused - if you don't have to be wary, then you are not an enemy. If you feel familiar, it means you may have seen it before...

Zuo Lingquan thought of something and leaned closer to ask:

"Could this female cultivator be the guardian assigned to me by my senior?"

Ancestor Shangguan shook his head: "I haven't arranged a guardian for you, so don't expect anyone to save you in times of crisis. Just be careful in everything."

"Then this person..."

Patriarch Shangguan couldn't explain to the sentimental old witch, so he simply turned cold.

Zuo Lingquan wisely shut up.

The Shangguan Patriarch wanted to leave, but she glanced at the second floor of the library and found the wooden statue next to the wall. After taking a look at it, she walked slowly over and lit the incense stick on the statue.

The clerk in the library had been paying attention to the flirting Taoist couple. When he saw this, he asked:

"Little Fairy knows this statue?"

Shangguan Patriarch nodded slightly: "I've heard of it."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know why. He walked up to him and looked at it for a few times, then asked:

"Then I am ignorant. Who is this expert?"

The book clerk looked a little complacent, and introduced:

"There is a strange man from my eight-armed Xuanmen ancestor, named 'Mr. Iron Pen'. He is not very good, but he has written hundreds of books in his life, which are widely circulated in Jiuzhou. It is said that even the Immortal Lord on the mountain looks after him. I grew up with books..."

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were surprised, and he guessed that the Immortal Lord was probably his young wife. He asked curiously:

"Really? Is there any book compiled by this old gentleman in the building? I would like to take a look at it."

"The old gentleman became famous only after he died hundreds of years ago. The book has not been handed down, but everyone in the sect has reorganized some of it through the dictation of his disciples."

The library boy said as he took out a set of books from the library and handed them to Zuo Lingquan:

"Those who read the old gentleman's books back then are now either Immortal Lord or Immortal Venerable. This set of books has been snatched up as soon as it came out. This set is reserved for regular customers. If Fellow Daoist likes it, I will give you a set of ten volumes. Only thirty white jade beads are needed..."

Zuo Lingquan looked at the names on the side of the book - "The Domineering Martial God", "The Ruthless Sword Fairy", "The Fairy Is Very Fierce"...

What the hell is this?

No wonder he became famous hundreds of years after his death. Can anyone see this?

Zuo Lingquan looked at the Shangguan ancestor next to him again, hesitant to speak.

Ancestor Shangguan showed no expression, took the books, took thirty private money from Jingxun's Linglong Pavilion, threw it to the staff in the library, turned around and went downstairs.

"Hey, the fairy is so proud, you don't want to cut the price, I'm sorry, I'll give you two more books..."

Zuo Lingquan caught the book thrown to him by the shop clerk and scanned it casually—"Twenty-eight Styles of Spring Tide".

"cough……"

Zuo Lingquan quickly put his sleeves back and followed behind the ancestor:

"Daughter-in-law, do you like reading such books?"

The ancestor of Shangguan threw the complete set of books to Zuo Lingquan, and said flatly:

"The original works of the old man have long been lost. These are just made up by later generations, and they are bought to take care of business."

"oh……"

Zuo Lingquan followed downstairs, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but the daughter-in-law in front of him paused, and then his temperament changed a little.

"This woman is really thick-skinned, she took my money to take care of business..."

This time it was quiet.

Zuo Lingquan motioned to stop talking nonsense, so as not to be noticed by others, walked up to him and said:

"It's a good husband, I will replenish it for you later."

"Your money is mine, our money is ruined by her..."

Tang Jingxun has always been frugal in character, and she spent thirty white jade beads, which is three thousand taels of silver, to buy a few broken books that no one wanted, and she was really annoyed.

However, there were so many people around, she couldn't say much, so she went downstairs with thoughts...

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A few days ago, the explosion messed up the schedule, and the writing was a bit bland orz.

(end of this chapter)