The fairy is fierce

The winter solstice has not yet arrived, and the Nine Sects Alliance has not yet officially begun. However, except for the incident on the terrace, the talkers of the Nine Sects obviously cannot stay any longer. They all go back to their respective houses to deal with the important affairs of the sects, leaving only the elders and deacons to continue in the Iron River Valley. Choose disciples.

The incident happened at Jing Terrace. Lao Lu, Qi Jia and others who lived here as guests, naturally had to lend a hand if they could help. They went with the boat to the barren mountains, and I'm afraid they won't be able to turn back in a short time.

Not only are the elders of the nine sects busy with this, but the eight great lords who are high in the clouds are also troubled by changes these days and are seriously self-examining their disciples and disciples.

Mount Yinheng, on an isolated island in the clouds.

Shangguan Yutang, wearing a golden dragon scale dress, was suspended in the white jade palace.

There are countless books floating around him, turning the pages on their own. They record the whereabouts of Tiedong Mansion and its subordinate sects, all the disciples, the speed of their advancement, various adventures, and even the communication records of the Tiandun Pai.

These things involve the most basic privacy of the monks. Situ Baye has no right to check the records of other subordinate sects. The only one who can review everyone under the ancestor is the ancestor at the top.

The Tiedong Mansion has been inherited for thousands of years, and the branches of the lower sect cover Central Continent. Even though old people die and leave the sect every year, the number of people is still increasing.

The dossier roughly records the disciple's life experience up to now. It is obviously a big project to search for possible traitors in the vast records.

The easiest way to find a spy is to look at the speed at which the realm is rising. If a disciple suddenly 'enlightens' and his realm skyrockets, like Zuo Lingquan, who jumps to the late stage of Linggu all of a sudden, there must be some unknown help behind it. .

There are also newcomers who suddenly join the sect. Their origins are unclear and their performance is very impressive. They quickly break into the core level of the sect in a short period of time, such as Zuo Lingquan...

The little female dragon transformed into a stocky wild girl, wearing straw sandals and linen clothes, sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, almost surrounded by a sea of ​​books, and also helping to find suspicious spots on the sect disciples.

After looking back and forth for many days, the little female dragon gradually became a little suspicious. She held the book and said in a childish voice:

"Tangtang, do you think that Zuo Lingquan is a spy? He was born in Dadan in the south, in the same location; his cultivation path was extremely smooth, and he happened to attract attention at the Nine Sects Alliance, which made You The alien race successfully sneaked into the barren mountains..."

It is related to the safety of tens of millions of living beings in the Nine Sects. Shangguan Yutang does not trust anyone except himself. He has even carefully checked Shangguan Lingye's movements over the years, let alone Zuo Lingquan.

Regarding the little female dragon's suspicion, Shangguan Yutang calmly said:

"I used the method of tracing the source to deduce his practice history. Since he started practicing practice at the age of three, there are traces to follow. He has always supported himself and has never left his homeland. He cannot be a member of the Youying alien race."

The little female dragon changed into the appearance of the Shangguan Ancestor when she was young. Perhaps she was tired of reading. She hugged the back of her head, lay on the mountain of books, shook her head and said:

"What about before the age of three? When you were three years old, you were still playing in the mud, and he started to practice hard. Don't you think it's weird? If a demon uses the method of reincarnation to deliberately reincarnate as a mortal..."

Shangguan Yutang frowned slightly, which was rare, but he soon relaxed, shook his head and said:

"With such magical powers, why would you give up your body and soul to reincarnate and rebuild? It's meaningless to spend more than ten years growing up, flirting with women every day, and being obsessed with men and women. Have you ever seen such a demon?"

"You can't say for sure. If any old monster from the immortal family gets tired of living and wants to experience life in a different way, you can't stop him, can you?"

The little female dragon has no other skills, but her ability to argue is top-notch. If we continue talking about this topic, it will definitely be endless.

Shangguan Yutang stopped responding and carefully searched the life experiences of his disciples and grandchildren.

Seeing this, the little female dragon had no choice but to shut up angrily, pick up the book and continue reading.

But not long after, the little female dragon suddenly heard a voice coming from above her head:

"Hmm~"

The voice is very charming.

The little female dragon was not surprised by this. She was almost used to it. She raised her chubby cheeks and asked:

"Tangtang, is it spring again?"

There was nothing strange about Shangguan Yutang's face, but his eyes that looked at all sentient beings were a little helpless, and he didn't know what to say. ♦♦  ☞♦

Ever since he met the huge firebird in Tang Jingxun's body a few days ago, Shangguan Yutang had roughly guessed Tang Jingxun's weirdness; he also understood why Tang Jingxun's soul was so ridiculously powerful, just a wisp of it. The soul was tormented to the point of ecstasy, and she couldn't be refined no matter what.

Now that ray of soul that cannot be refined is entangled with her soul. It cannot be sealed, beaten to death, or driven away. Just like the uncle who has been invited into the house, there is no other way except to serve her well.

It would be fine if Tang Jingxun was safe and sound, and there would be no harm in getting entangled with each other. If she was beaten to ashes, she could still run back to Tang Jingxun and survive with her soul hidden in her body.

But it happened that Tang Jingxun was a restless woman. She would ask her for help when she had something to do, and she would chat with her when she had nothing to do. She would also have sex every few days, so that she, the ancestor of the mountain who was thousands of years old, could experience the wonderful feeling of a little girl's first love.

Tang Jingxun is still virgin. Shangguan Yutang doesn't dare to think about how she would feel if she really had sex with Zuo Lingquan, because she has never experienced anything before.

Now the feeling is coming again. Shangguan Yutang has suffered several losses, and he doesn't want to be taken advantage of by Zuo Lingquan again.

Unable to concentrate, Shangguan Yutang slowly descended from the air and sat on the edge of the lotus platform, secretly suppressing the emotional feedback deep in his soul.

The little female dragon landed in front of her, resting her head on her legs, and curiously looked at her chin:

"This dragon has noticed that you have been doing this for no reason recently, which is very strange. What's going on? This dragon is just a weapon, and I won't laugh at you. Can you tell me about it?"

Shangguan Yutang didn't have the heart to talk about these things that would make the immortal lord lose face, and it was useless to talk about this matter. She would not interfere with their marriage, so she could only bear it silently.

However, even if it happened once every ten days or eight days, she could just turn a blind eye to it; if she was treated like this every day, would she still do other things?

After Shangguan Yutang endured it secretly for a while, he felt that he had to find a more appropriate way to make himself quiet for a few days, so he took a breath and closed his eyes...——

Beijing City, Concubine Palace.

At midnight, the huge palace city was dark, and only a few halls in the center were lit with palace lanterns.

The magnificent main hall was completely silent. The beautiful palace lady who used to sit behind the beaded curtain and think about life in the middle of the night was not here today.

Incense was burning on the side of the main hall, and on the incense table was a portrait of a woman in a golden skirt.

The portrait showed faint ripples under the candlelight, and then a tall woman in a golden long skirt walked out silently, landing on the smooth floor with her crystal bare feet.

The ancestor Shangguan glanced in the direction of the outside of the palace, but did not go to the Zuo family as a guest again. Instead, he turned around and, like a golden ghost, passed through the walls and corridors to rest and came to the bedroom at the back.

The Empress Dowager was very advanced in Taoism and never needed the service of palace maids. She did not live in the bedroom. There was no light here in the past. But today, the window paper of the bedroom was shining, and it seemed that the light source was constantly changing its angle.

The ancestor Shangguan was a little puzzled. From the changing pattern of light, he could not tell what his disciple, who had been strict in his behavior in previous years, was doing.

She did not stop, but floated directly over the wall and came to the interior of the bedroom.

The bedroom was very spacious, with lamps and copper crane incense placed around it. The phoenix bed made of golden nanmu was tidied up. The snow-white cat lay on it, shaking its tail, and looked ahead in confusion.

In the center of the bedroom, there was a bright yellow carpet embroidered with mountains and rivers, two meters in diameter, with several long tables on it, piled with precious fabrics produced from all over Yuyaozhou, even Tiancan brocade produced in the North Territory.

The beautiful woman in the palace, wearing... no, no clothes, was standing in the center of the carpet with only a piece of black cloth wrapped in front of her.

The black cloth was outlined with lotus and carp, and the pattern was translucent outside, and the snowy and fat flesh color could be seen.

The cloth was much smaller than an ordinary bellyband, and could only wrap the bulging ball. There was also a vertical opening in the middle. The size itself was not small, and it looked like it was about to burst out. The rope around the neck seemed to be broken at any time, which was very tempting.

When the Shangguan Patriarch saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and was a little puzzled.

Looking down again, under the carp between the flowers was a perfect waistline and hip line, and then there was nothing.

The beautiful woman with a slender figure stood in front of a mirror as tall as a person, humming softly:

"Hmm hum hum..."

Holding a black unknown cloth in her hand, she wrapped it around her waist and changed it as she wished. The original black cloth gradually spread out and turned into a tulle.

The shape of the tulle also changed, wrapping the tense hips, and then spreading down to the toes, tightly fitting and showing every detail.

A very bright pearl was spinning and lighting next to it.

The beauty looked up and down in the mirror, and took a few steps. When she was satisfied with the style and texture, she raised her hand and picked up the gold pen to draw the template on the paper. She had already drawn several pictures.

After observing carefully for a moment, the Shangguan Patriarch finally understood that the disciple who used to be aloof from worldly affairs was cutting clothes, and he was cutting such… such unsightly clothes.

It may not be appropriate to describe it as unsightly, it is simply useless.

The mesh tights are fine, they can also cover the skin color, but there are even fishnet-like tights at the back, what can they cover?

Fishnet stockings are just a few threads woven together, and the scenery below the waist is unobstructed, even the smallest hairs can be counted, not to mention the outline of the most critical part.

Mortals wear pants to keep warm and cover their shame; in addition to covering shame, the cultivation path also has the requirement of "etiquette begins with proper clothing", which requires solemnity and neatness, and cannot look sloppy.

The thing on Shangguan Lingye is definitely not warm; as for covering shame, it is probably better not to wear it; as for "neat clothing", this... ah...

It's hard to say.

Elder Shangguan was not a dogmatic person, but in her opinion, if something existed, it must have some use. She looked at it for a long time, but she couldn't figure out what practical use it had, she just thought her disciple was so stuffy.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she whispered:

"Lingye." ! !

Shangguan Lingye, who was looking at himself in the mirror, stood there in a daze.

The brightly lit palace suddenly fell into a deathly silence...