The fairy is fierce

At noon, the sun was hanging in the sky.

The surging river washed the white stone embankment along the dock, and ships loaded with cargo were moored at the port. From time to time, monks on flying swords quietly landed outside the port and walked towards Xiangyang City, ten miles away.

Xiangyang City was just a small place in both the immortal world and the secular world. There was not even a proper immortal market. The only special thing was that there was a long-standing historical relic near Meishan outside the city.

The relic was not a secret realm, but simply a very old stele forest. The origin of the stele forest is now unknown. The reason why it can be preserved is that there are many inscriptions of ancient sages on it, including the ancestors of the current nine sects. It is very commemorative, so it was made into a tourist attraction by the nearby sects.

Even ordinary spiritual animals are rare in the Meishan Stele Forest, and the scenery is not outstanding among the nine sects. The only mysterious thing is that it is said that when you are lucky, you can hear the sound of the piano in the stele forest at sunset. The "Meishan Relics" in the "Eight Wonders of Yuyaozhou" listed by the immortals refers to this place.

People who practice cultivation travel around the world, but not everyone is led by chance. When encountering such places with historical heritage, there are many cultivators who come here to broaden their horizons, such as Zuo Lingquan.

Cicadas chirped in the harbor, and the dazzling sun made people dare not go out of the eaves. Even the porters on the dock had rested and sat under the awning of the tea stall, chatting about what they had seen and heard recently.

Just when the sun was the hottest, a small pleasure boat went upstream from the river and slowly sailed to the vicinity of the harbor.

On the deck of the pleasure boat, a crystal clear ice sculpture was exposed to the scorching sun in midsummer June, but it did not melt abnormally; on the back of the ice sculpture, there was a white bird of the same appearance, lying on it with its paws facing the sky, sticking out its tongue, looking pitiful as if it was "killed by the heat".

Next to the ice sculpture was a swordsman in a black robe and a bamboo hat, holding a sword in his hand, practicing swordsmanship on the small deck. His movements were not fast, but his moves were extremely steady.

Perhaps he noticed the pitiful appearance of the little white bird, so the swordsman said:

"You can spit fire, but you are afraid of heat?"

Tuanzi was definitely not afraid of heat, but how could he cheat for food and drink if he was not pitiful?

It made two serious "chi chi~" sounds, then opened its beak, indicating that it needed iced dried fish to relieve the heat.

Zuo Lingquan did not understand what Tuanzi said, but he could roughly understand the meaning. He did not have dried fish, so he took a watermelon bought on the road from Linglong Pavilion and put it on the ice sculpture for Tuanzi to chew.

Fruits and vegetables in the secular world can only satisfy the appetite, but it is better to have something to eat than nothing to eat. Tuanzi did not dislike it at all. He turned over and performed a three-bite melon in front of Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled, then looked at the shore. Seeing that they were already near Xiangyang City, he put away his sword and entered the cabin of the pleasure boat.

"Madam Concubine, we are in Xiangyang City. Don't you want to visit the Meishan Stele Forest?"

The furnishings inside the cabin were the same as before, but Jiang Yi, who often sat behind the desk to handle files, was replaced by Shangguan Lingye himself; Leng Zhu, who helped to look up information on the opposite side, was replaced by Wu Qingwan.

Since the ancestor Shangguan left Yaocheng more than ten days ago, Zuo Lingquan and the other two also set out and rushed to Taohuatan, the northernmost side of the Nine Sects.

Zuo Lingquan kissed Shangguan Lingye on the sea. He wanted to have a good chat on the way, but there were indeed many trivial matters in the Demon Hunting Division. Since Shangguan Lingye sat back at the desk, he had not stood up and had been dealing with things. Maybe because Qingwan was there, Shangguan Lingye's attitude towards him was no different from before, as if he had forgotten what happened on the sea.

Zuo Lingquan was not good at handling official business. He could not help and was not easy to disturb. He practiced sword on the deck by himself and had not talked to him privately these days.

Qingwan was gentle and had been meditating in the house. Seeing that Shangguan Lingye was busy and exhausted, he did not even have time to rest. He was a little restless and took the initiative to offer to help.

Shangguan Lingye naturally wanted this. He wanted to train Qingwan so that she could also be independent, and then directly let her be a hands-off boss.

But Qingwan and Jiang Yi had different personalities. They were not very competitive. For all matters that needed to be decided, they could make their own decisions and did not make their own decisions. Shangguan Lingye had to make the decision himself.

After Shangguan Lingye hinted several times without success, he had to give up on this idea.

At this time, Shangguan Lingye was sitting behind the desk, holding a bronze mirror and looking at something. When she heard Zuo Lingquan's voice, she looked out the window and shook her head:

"I can't go now. I have time in the evening."

Shangguan Lingye said that she wanted to go to Meishan Stele Forest to take a look and asked Zuo Lingquan to pay attention. Zuo Lingquan came to report and heard the words in confusion:

"Is the matter of the Demon Hunting Division urgent?"

"A little bit. Yun Zhengyang finally climbed out of Tietou Cave Heaven, and Situ Zhenhan, that bastard, lied to others that his master disliked him for coming out too slowly, expelled him from the sect, accepted him as a disciple again, and gave him a fairy sword..."? ?

Isn't the follow-up coming!

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze, he stood up a little straighter, and asked seriously:

"What happened next?"

"Situ Zhenhan lied, and used the authority of the Demon Hunting Division to restrict Yun Zhengyang's Sword King card; Yun Zhengyang couldn't contact Jiang Taiqing, believed it, and disappeared directly. Situ Zhenhan couldn't find him, so he asked me to find a way. What can I do? If this breaks the sword heart of his disciple, even if the master gives you to him as a disciple, he may not agree..."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze: "Yun Zhengyang is a disciple of the Sword King, his Tao heart can't be so fragile, right?"

"Who knows? No matter how bad they are, they are still people from Zhongzhou. The sword cultivators in Zhongzhou are all crazy martial artists. They will take revenge for any slight. If they really make trouble, things will definitely not be settled."

Shangguan Lingye raised his eyes and looked at Zuo Lingquan: "This matter has nothing to do with you. You and Qingwan go shopping first. I will come to find you after I am done."

Wu Qingwan has been helping for more than ten days in a row. She is a little dizzy. Hearing the voice, she put down the file and said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work, Madam. If you need anything, please contact me at any time. I will be back soon."

Shangguan Lingye nodded slightly and continued to work on his affairs.

Wu Qingwan returned to the small cabin at the back, changed into a light blue summer dress, found a veil to put on, and walked out of the cabin...——

The Nine Sects are in the south of Yuyaozhou, but their actual territory has covered the central part of Yuyaozhou. Fulong Mountain is in the middle of Yuyaozhou on land. The mountain range spreads from north to south. The northeast side belongs to Jianhuang City, and the southwest is the territory of Taohuatan, Fulong Mountain, and Yaowang Tower.

Xiangyang City was built along Yinlin River. The source of the river is Fulong Mountain. Zuo Lingquan's current location is only more than 3,000 miles away from Fulong Mountain. Taohuatan and Fulong Mountain are in a relationship of mountains and mountains. It can be said that they are at the doorstep.

In order not to disturb the people, the pleasure boat was moored on the riverside of the suburbs outside the port. Wu Qingwan held a flower umbrella to block the scorching sun. After getting off the boat with Zuo Lingquan, they walked to Xiangyang City together.

Thousands of miles away from her hometown, Wu Qingwan inevitably felt a little fresh when she came to this place that she had never seen in books. She would take a closer look at everything she saw on the road, just like a young wife who had lived in seclusion for a long time and occasionally went out for an outing.

Found that Zuo Lingquan's brows were furrowed and a little absent-minded, Wu Qingwan asked softly:

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy to be with me? How about I go back and let the Concubine Dowager come over?"

Zuo Lingquan shook his head hurriedly, raised his hand to take the umbrella, and covered Wu Qingwan's head:

"How is it possible? I'm not unhappy, it's the Concubine Dowager who said that just now. I just asked Cheng Jiujiang to fool Yun Zhengyang, but I didn't expect that Brother Zhen would do such a complete trick..."

"Your idea?"

Wu Qingwan was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything to Zuo Lingquan, but said:

"There's nothing to worry about this kind of thing. People who practice cultivation have to rely on themselves, Not to mention that Situ Zhenhan lied to Yun Zhengyang, even if he was really expelled from the sect by his master, he could only blame himself for his weak will. I have taught many disciples before, and the master is just a guide. If the disciple cannot leave the master and must get the master's approval for everything, then one day the master doesn't know what is right or wrong, what should I do? "

"That's right."

"If I were Yun Zhengyang, and was expelled from the sect by the master, my first thought would definitely be to refuse to accept it. If I don't have to make a living, I will make a name for myself and let the master see how blind he was. Yun Zhengyang disappeared, probably with this idea in mind. If If he really makes a name for himself, his master will be too busy to thank you. "

Zuo Lingquan thought about it for a moment and felt that this made sense, so he nodded and said:

"Wanwan is still very clear-sighted."

Wu Qingwan folded her hands on her waist and walked slowly, sighing faintly:

"What's the use of seeing through? If you don't have a high level of cultivation, your words will have no weight, and few people will listen. When I was in Qihuang Valley before, my cultivation was much higher than yours. At that time, you were so obedient that you took everything I said as the golden rule and wished that I could engrave it in your mind; now..."

Zuo Lingquan spread his hands slightly: "Am I not obedient now?"

"What do you listen to?"

Wu Qingwan glanced at Zuo Lingquan and said: Lingquan glanced at him:

"'No means yes, yes or yes', that's what you said, right?"

No means yes...?

Zuo Lingquan paused and blinked:

"Well... yes. But how can these private words be used as examples?"

"Why not? These naughty words are just bullying me because I can't deal with you. If it was in Qihuang Valley, I said no, would you dare not listen?"

Zuo Lingquan recalled carefully and nodded: "When we first practiced, you didn't let me kiss you anywhere, and I didn't listen."

"..."

Wu Qingwan thought about it and it was true. She didn't want to talk anymore and walked forward with her head down.

Zuo Lingquan hurriedly chased after him, shielding her from the scorching sun with an umbrella, and said with a smile:

"I know, I will be obedient in the future. If you say no, then no, I won't be naughty."

Wu Qingwan was almost used to being at a disadvantage, and she didn't believe it at all, so she ignored it.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan could only pull Wu Qingwan's wrist and walk into the grove:

"Why don't you try it now? If I don't keep my word, I will change my name to You Lingquan from now on."

Try it?

Wu Qingwan was stunned, and after reacting, she quickly broke free from her wrist:

"Be honest, you finally came out to enjoy the spring, but you want to do something bad before you take three steps... Don't you feel hot in the sun?"

Zuo Lingquan was just joking, and did not say anything back. He accompanied Wu Qingwan to appreciate the scenery of Xiangyang City.

Xiangyang City is just a secular city, and there is nothing special about it. The scenery gradually changes when you turn from the outside of the city to the path into the mountain.

Meishan is about 30 miles away from Xiangyang City. A tree-lined stone road leads from Xiangyang City along the river to the depths of Meishan. The road is close to the mountains and rivers, and there are secular buildings such as academies, Taoist temples, and summer resorts built inside.

There were many monks and ordinary people coming here to enjoy the scenery. There were also many fortune tellers and vendors setting up stalls and selling their wares on the roadside. The noise slightly destroyed the quiet atmosphere of the place.

However, after walking a few miles in and turning around the foot of a mountain, the view suddenly opened up. A clear blue lake appeared between the mountains, filled with secular cruise ships, and a mountain wall stood at the other end of the lake.

There is a chiselled scroll on the mountain wall, but it is a pity that it was destroyed by man for unknown reasons. Now there is only an uneven mountain wall left. The traces are so old that at first glance, it looks like a natural formation. When you get closer, you can see some lines on the scroll.

Together with Wu Qingwan, Zuo Lingquan and Wu Qingwan followed the crowds of people to the mountain wall and listened to the explanations from the people around them. There were various theories, and the most bizarre one was that "the one engraved on it was Lord Peach Blossom's Han". The picture of "worshiping the moon in the pond" was not pleasing to the eye when Lord Linyuan passed by it earlier, so he conveniently erased it. ’.

The reason for this statement was naturally a private disagreement between the two Lords. Based on Zuo Lingquan's understanding of Shangguan Ancestor, it was impossible for him to do such a cheap thing. After hearing this, he just laughed it off.

The stone wall is at the entrance of Meishan, but most people turn back when they reach here. Very few people go in because there is an entrance fee, which costs hundreds of white jade pillars, which is too high.

Zuo Lingquan and Wu Qingwan came here, so they would not be stingy with the entrance fee. After paying the money and crossing the stone bridge, they entered the winding path. Both sides were surrounded by undeveloped barren mountains and wild ridges. Even the edges and corners of the buildings could be seen. Less than.

Wu Qingwan was originally very interested, but when she saw the endless barren mountains and wild ridges, she was suddenly disappointed:

"What's the 'Meishan Relic'? I saw it mentioned every day in Shuiyue, and I thought it was so beautiful, but it turns out it doesn't look as good as Qihuang Valley. No wonder no one wants to spend money to come in. Isn't this a scam?"

"It's such a beautiful place. Why does it need to hire people to promote it every day? The ticket price is so high, probably because everyone only comes once in a lifetime."

After Zuo Lingquan took a few steps, he felt that the scenery in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined, so he focused his attention on the stone monument on the roadside.

There are many half-buried stone tablets in the mountains on one side of the stone path. After countless years of wind and rain, I can no longer see most of them clearly. Only a few well-positioned stone tablets are left, and I can still read the writing.

There were some monks gathered around the stone tablet where the writing could be seen, observing carefully, because it was forbidden to rub the tablet, and there were disciples guarding it.

Zuo Lingquan walked up and glanced at it. The handwriting engraved on it was completely understandable. Some limericks like "I want to draw the spring breeze as a brush, Feng Shui makes the river and the falling clouds" are not interesting at all.

Zuo Lingquan didn't study much about poetry, but he could still tell the good and bad. Just when he was about to shake his head and joke about something, he suddenly saw the signature Chen Chaoli below.

Zuo Lingquan staggered in his steps, and his words became:

"What the hell is this...a wonderful poem of extraordinary craftsmanship. The person who composed the poem must be a great master."

Wu Qingwan also wanted to comment, but when she saw the name, she knew I was not worthy, so she obediently kept her mouth shut.

The few monks who were looking at the stone tablet could certainly see that the poem was not very well written, but no one dared to criticize Lord Fulong outside Fulong Mountain. After hearing this, they turned around and echoed:

"Tao Youyou has a good eye, not to mention his poetry, but this artistic conception alone is beyond our reach..."

Zuo Lingquan suddenly felt that the ticket was actually quite reasonable. Where else could he see the 'clumsy works' of the Eight Lords.

He became interested again and continued forward with Wu Qingwan, looking for any calligraphy treasures left by the Shangguan Patriarch.

There are many stone tablets outside Meishan, roughly estimated to be no less than a thousand, and most of them have been completely corroded. Although no notes left by Shangguan Yutang were found, the only dozen or so that can be read are all celebrities.

Even though Zuo Lingquan had never heard of it, he learned about its origins from other monks, the last of whom were the first generation elders of the three elder sects.

Zuo Lingquan walked and walked, and the more he looked at it, the more he was frightened to find a place where so many immortal family bosses were willing to leave their calligraphy treasures. At present, he only knew the walls of Sword Emperor City; Meishan's influence was probably not inferior to that of Sword Emperor back then. The city, and the writing on the stone tablet, judging from the wording and sentence construction, are all praising the beauty of the plum blossoms here, without any flamboyance or derogation.

For this to happen, either the scenery here is so beautiful that everyone is attracted to it, or the people here are so senior that no one dares to say anything unpleasant.

But after thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, the former glory has long been reduced to weeds and rotten trees all over the mountain. Zuo Lingquan had never even heard of such a person in the spiritual path.

Wu Qingwan felt similar to Zuo Lingquan. After walking for a while, she sighed:

"There is a saying in the secular world, 'Dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust'. The same is true for spiritual practice. No matter how famous people and things are, they cannot withstand the passage of time. If it were not for the evidence of these stone tablets, who would have known that there would be such a thing before? It’s an amazing place; I’m afraid that in a few hundred years, no trace will be found at all.”

"yes."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly and continued walking forward until he came to the foot of Meishan Mountain full of plum blossom trees.

Plum blossoms bloom in winter and spring. Because it is summer, you can only see the lush green mountains. Apart from the neatly planted trees, the scenery is not very beautiful.

Zuo Lingquan came to the foot of the mountain road and found that there were more tourists here than on the road. Many new stone tablets had been erected all over the mountain, and the writings were clearly visible. The ones that were far away were more than a hundred years old at most, and the ones that were close might have been yesterday; as for the ones above His poems and songs are not as good as those of Lord Fulong.

The two found a wooden building at the foot of the mountain, and many monks gathered outside to watch the fun. After asking, they learned that the sect in charge of this place specially made these stone tablets in order to make money, so that tourists can pay to leave their handwriting. The price is extremely exaggerated, one thousand white jade coins, close to a spiritual weapon.

Although it is ugly, it must be said that his calligraphy can be put together with the immortal masters such as Fulong Zunzhu, which can attract many rich suckers.

Zuo Lingquan can afford the money, but he has no motivation to do something that is meaningless at present and may be laughed at when he becomes famous in the future. He is ready to turn around and leave.

Wu Qingwan naturally has no habit of being a prodigal daughter-in-law. After glancing at the young people who are paying, she wants to embark on the journey home. But when she saw the sect sign on the waist of the disciple who paid, Wu Qingwan frowned and stopped.

Zuo Lingquan thought he saw an acquaintance, so he looked back at the crowd, but he didn't find anything unusual, so he asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Lingquan, look at the badge on that young man's waist. Does the clan emblem on it look familiar?"

The clan emblem is the symbol of each major sect, and it is also engraved on various products. It is normal to be familiar.

Zuo Lingquan was a little amused at first, but when he looked carefully at the fool in green clothes, he found that the clan emblem on his waist was a "two-leaf gourd". He had never seen it before when buying things at the Xianjia Market, but he felt that it looked familiar. He must have observed it carefully somewhere.

"Really... where have I seen it before? We've seen it together..."

"Hmm..."

Wu Qingwan frowned and thought about it carefully for a long time. Suddenly, she took Zuo Lingquan's Linglong Pavilion and looked around. She found two pages of 'Talisman Book' in some corner. Looking at the emblem on it, she suddenly realized:

"Sure enough, I said I've seen it somewhere..."

When Zuo Lingquan saw the Talisman Book, he remembered that he still had it in his collection. He got it from the robe of a Talisman Master when he was ambushed by wild cultivators in the back mountain of Qihuang Bone Valley. It was also found by Junior Brother Wang Rui using the bone-touching method. Because he couldn't understand it and it was not easy to sell, he had thrown it aside.

Zuo Lingquan was full of surprise and smiled: "You can remember this? I have forgotten it completely."

"Women are careful, and besides, the treasure you brought back for the first time, let me study it, I will definitely remember it deeply."

Wu Qingwan glanced at the talisman and asked: "The talisman is a fragment, it looks like it was stolen, it's useless for us to keep it, what should we do now?"

Zuo Lingquan felt that something that a Qi Refining cultivator could steal would not be a treasure, and there was no point in keeping it. After a little consideration, he turned and walked towards the wooden building beside the mountain path...——

Thanks to the leader of the alliance [Exiled Immortal zx]!

I owe... a lot o!

I just finished writing it until last night, and then I have to write it for the evening, I guess I can't finish it in time...