The fairy is fierce

The Xuefeng Mountain Range is on the northernmost side of Yuyao Continent. It takes some time for the monks at the top of the mountain to rush over after sensing unusual movement. No matter how fast they go, it will take some time.

The stream of light above the mountains has not yet dissipated, and the crying has stopped for the time being. The surging divine power of Kui Gan poured into the body and had to be controlled. Xie Qiutao finally closed his consciousness under the persuasion of several people and leaned in Tang Jingxuan's arms. .

While comforting Zuo Lingquan, he did not relax his vigilance and looked around. It was not until three figures carrying swords appeared on the distant mountains that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The three figures all knew each other. Jiang Chengjian, Jiang Taiqing and Huang He from Sword Imperial City were closer and arrived here first. After glancing here, they headed towards the northern coast.

When Lord Peach Blossom saw the reinforcements arriving, he no longer forced himself to be wary of foreign enemies. The pain in his body also surged up, and his body shook slightly.

Zuo Lingquan's body continued to be overloaded, and he felt exhausted when his heartstrings relaxed, but his movements were fine. Seeing Lord Peach Blossom's mouth hanging with bloodshot eyes and shaking, he wanted to hold Lord Peach Blossom's arm.

But how could Lord Peach Blossom let the man support him and retracted his arm:

"What are you thinking about? No matter how seriously injured I am, I won't be able to stand still. If you need help, look at your own injuries first."

Shangguan Lingye was checking Xie Qiutao's condition. Hearing this, he turned around and stepped forward to support Lord Peach Blossom:

"No matter how high your cultivation level is, you still have to practice what you need, and you should do it with the help of the juniors. When did the seniors come here? Why were you so seriously injured?"

Lord Peach Blossom has an alarmingly high status, but is slightly shorter than Ling Ye. Due to his dress and mature temperament, he looks like an aunt being supported.

When Lingye asked about the cause of the injury, Lord Peach Blossom couldn't tell the whole story just now, so he just shook his head slightly:

"Oh, when I was fighting with Tomorrow Chou, I accidentally disturbed the incarnation of Kui Kan and got stepped on a few times. Fortunately, this big white bird was very powerful and pulled me out."

Zuo Lingquan couldn't tell the story of measuring Lord Taohua's chest with his hands, and silently treated the wound on his right arm; Tuanzi, who had been squatting on Jingxun's shoulder to comfort Taotao, quickly turned his head when he heard the conversation about himself. :

"Ji~"

Shangguan Lingye's eyes showed praise, he took out a box of dried fish as a reward and let the dumplings eat by themselves.

The few people exchanged no more than a few words. Tang Jingxun, who was holding Xie Qiutao, felt something in his heart and looked to the south:

"This damn bitch is finally here..."

Tang Jingxuan was horrified by the earth-shattering scene just now, and kept urging the Shangguan Patriarch to come over quickly. Now that he saw the person after the fight, he naturally felt a little resentful, so he spoke out.

Lord Peach Blossom was slightly startled when he heard the word 'dead mother-in-law'. After realizing who he was talking about, he looked at Tang Jingxuan with a closer look. This might be considered 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'.

A few moments later, a tall woman wearing a golden dragon scale dress appeared above the mountains, with a huge black shield suspended behind her. Her whole body exuded a hazy light, like a nine-day fairy walking out of the Milky Way, looking down at the people below.

Lord Peach Blossom became angry when he saw this scene and no longer maintained his superior airs:

"Shangguan Yutang, did you crawl here? If I hadn't been here today, you and all the juniors would be gone, do you know that?"

"grumble?"

Tuanzi tilted his head, a little doubtful about this, his little eyes seemed to say: If the birds weren't here today, you would be the first to die...

Ancestor Shangguan knew the secrets of Lord Peach Blossom and could save the lives of a few people. Even if the others were beaten half to death, it was an unavoidable experience on the path of spiritual practice. If she rushed to help like crazy as soon as something happened, why let a few people go? The spiritual path?

Ancestor Shangguan was suspended in the air, with no expression on his face:

"You haven't asked me for help yet, which means the situation is not urgent. Why did I come here in such a hurry?"

"When an ally is in trouble, do you have to wait for your ally to call out before you come to the rescue? That's fine. Next time you are killed, I will stand by and wait for you to beg me."

"what ever."

"When you came down, didn't you see that I was injured?"

The Shangguan Patriarch did not follow the instructions, but raised his right hand. Light appeared in the cuff, and a small pocket building floated out, turning into a three-story suspended pavilion above several people.

The attic is large in area and the construction technology is extremely exquisite. It is not only carved with carved beams and paintings, but is also surrounded by clouds and mist. You can faintly see the shadow of a crane circling. There are also four characters "Mighty and Majestic" on the plaque outside the main door.

Although it is so beautiful that one can tell at a glance that the cost is scary, but when it comes from the hand of Shangguan Patriarch, who has always been a dignified character, it feels that the temperament does not match it, especially the 'majestic' plaque on it, which does not look like it at all. It is the ferry boat built by the ancestor for himself.

Lord Peach Blossom looked at it for a few times, slightly confused:

"Where did you get this?"

"A small gift given to the three elders by Di Yang when he was granted the title of Lord Niyue."

"What do you mean?" Lord Peach Blossom asked suspiciously, "You three are still secretly selling your official position and accepting bribes?"

Grand Ancestor Shangguan didn’t even want to respond to these words. Which of the eight great lords didn’t gain recognition through hard power? If the Lord could be replaced by a private ferry, the Nine Sects would have left the Lord long ago.

"If you don't come up, go back by yourself."

Ancestor Shangguan opened the attic that had not been used for countless years and entered it.

Lord Peach Blossom was seriously injured and needed to be recuperated. If he could hitchhike, he would not run back cautiously. He reached the suspended attic with a tap of his toes, and he did not forget to say:

"'Mighty and majestic', you are so flattering, but you still have the nerve to accept it..."

"It's better than no one sending you."

"You..."

...

Zuo Lingquan was watching from below, so it was not easy for him to interrupt the two masters. He asked Jingxun and Lingye to send Xie Qiutou up first, and then he turned around to get the painting boat over, followed the attic, and then entered the suspended attic.

The suspended attic was very large, with alchemy rooms, weapon refining rooms, etc. After the spirit gathering array was activated, it was no different from a private cave that could move.

Lord Taohua was in urgent need of recuperation, so he went to the Qi Refining Room on the third floor after entering the attic; although the ancestor Shangguan didn't talk to him, he still helped Lord Taohua deal with his injuries.

The attic was silent, and Zuo Lingquan wanted to go upstairs to find Lingye and Jingxun. When he passed by the side hall, he saw a landscape painting hanging in the room.

The scroll was painted on the wall, filling the entire wall. As the attic formation was activated, the scroll also responded, with clouds and mist floating on it, sparkling, and the mountains and rivers seemed to come alive. It was a giant map.

Zuo Lingquan had seen immortal maps before, but this was the first time he had seen such a detailed one. He walked slowly to the wall and looked at it. It was clear that the scroll was painted with the entire Kyushu.

Because Huajunzhou was the center point, Yuyaozhou in the east was vertical on the map, Beijiang was on top, and Jiuzong was on the bottom.

The land drawn had a sense of layering, the ups and downs of the mountains and the direction of the rivers could be seen, and there were buildings drawn on some peaks. Of course, the buildings were just signs with the clan emblem, and a house was probably larger than the size of the Dadan Dynasty at the corner.

Zuo Lingquan looked closer and carefully, and could find the Nanhuang, Luohunyuan, Taohuatan, Fulongshan, Zhongzhou Desert, and the North Cliff he had just visited on the map.

The space of the scroll is limited, and the places that can be marked are all well-known major forces and landmarks. Qihuang Valley is definitely not on the list, and only a small basin can be seen at the corner of the barren mountain.

The southern part of Yuyaozhou is fertile, and most of the signs are distributed in the south, but Huajunzhou, located in the middle, is not the case. Because it is located on the largest continent in Jiuzhou and has the longest heritage, it is densely packed with signs. Zuo Lingquan has heard of "Thunder Cliff, Yingyang Immortal Sect" and so on. Judging from the size of the map, it is estimated that it is three times larger than Yuyaozhou.

The situation in other continents may be due to the lack of information and very few signs, but Zuo Lingquan still found a Xuanwu mark on the seashore of Beishuzhou, which should refer to Xuanwu Terrace.

Zuo Lingquan was so attracted by the painting that he even forgot the pain in his arm. As he was carefully examining it, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him:

"What are you looking at? I've been waiting for you for so long, but you didn't come up.

Zuo Lingquan turned around and saw Lingye, who was wearing a gorgeous dress, standing at the door without knowing when. She hugged her arms and looked up at the painting.

"This is the first time I've seen such a detailed painting. I'm just taking a look. How is Miss Xie?"

"I'm afraid she's going to enter the secluded bamboo forest. She's not awake yet and just lay down in the room. Jingxun is feeding her dumplings in front of her."

Shangguan Lingye came up and looked at Zuo Lingquan's exposed arm. Although her expression was cold, her eyes still showed her concern for the man:

"It doesn't hurt anymore, right? "

The skin and flesh of Zuo Lingquan's right hand were torn by the fist, but it was only a superficial injury. With the nourishment of the natal peach core, the scars were basically invisible. He shook his arm to indicate that he was fine, and took Lingye's waist, looking up at the scroll:

"It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm just a little tired. Where are these places? I haven't heard of many of them. "

Shangguan Lingye hugged his chest and leaned his head on his shoulder:

"I've heard of it, but I've never been there. Um... That's Thunder Cliff, the main port for the two continents... The one with the zither is Qianqiu Yuefu; the sun symbol is Yingyang Fairy Palace; the Bagua diagram is Yujing Fairy Sect, where the leader of Fulong Sect has learned his art... Guigu Gorge, Babi Xuanmen, Zixiao City, Juejian Cliff..."

Yuyao and Huajun continents have close exchanges. Shangguan Lingye is familiar with the emblems of the major immortals there. He pointed to the scroll and carefully introduced the major and minor immortals in Huajun Continent. He would also talk about the ones he knew in Nanyu and Beishu.

As for Kuibing Continent, it was controlled by the Youying alien race and was desolate, so he naturally didn't mention it.

Zuo Lingquan looked up and looked around. Maybe he was listening too attentively, and his hand habitually slid to On the plump and soft waist of Lingye.

Shangguan Lingye glanced at Zuo Lingquan, and seeing that Zuo Lingquan seemed to be unintentional, he pretended not to notice and continued to identify the land of Jiuzhou that he had longed for for a long time but had never set foot on.

When he was obsessed with cultivation in the past, Shangguan Lingye dreamed of going to these places one day to let the monks from other continents see how desperate the disciples taught by Shangguan Yutang were for mortals.

But at this moment, leaning on the man's arms and looking at the mountains and rivers on the scroll, Shangguan Lingye found that he no longer had the desire to compete for fame and fortune in his heart. After looking around Jiuzhou, his eyes finally returned to the small corner in the south of Yuyaozhou.

Shangguan Lingye raised his left hand and looked at the jade bracelet on his wrist:

"It's almost the end of the year, do you want to go home?"

If Zuo Lingquan had nothing to do, he would naturally want to go back. He tilted his head and looked at the face close at hand, and asked with a smile:

"Why, do you miss your mother-in-law? ”

“…”

Shangguan Lingye really missed the feeling of being spoiled like a baby by Madam Zuo who cooked chicken soup every day when she was in the Zuo family. After all, that was the taste of home. But she would never regard herself as a young wife. She snorted:

“You followed me, and we became a family. Naturally, I have to pay attention to your private affairs. If you only focus on cultivation and forget about your worldly relatives, you will have demons in your heart in the future. I am just reminding you. ”

Zuo Lingquan hugged her arms tighter, lowered his head and kissed Lingye on the forehead:

"How could I forget? The last time I went back, my mother kept telling me in private that you would be able to have children just by looking at her. She told me to take good care of it and try to bring a fat boy back as soon as possible."

Shangguan Lingye's face turned red when he heard that Mrs. Zuo had told Zuo Lingquan this.

"I wasn't with you at that time. I was your elder. It doesn't matter if you don't explain...how did you respond?"

Zuo Lingquan carefully grasped the place where he could give birth, hugged Lingye up, and raised his eyebrows:

"I must listen to what mother says, don't you care about it?"

"you……"

Shangguan Lingye's body went numb, his face hardened, he lightly punched Zuo Lingquan's chest, trying to move the hand behind his back, but Zuo Lingquan naturally refused to let go.

The two of them were flirting with each other, and after just a few moments of fighting, they heard a voice in the house:

"cough."

The voice was calm and authoritative, with a condescending and oppressive voice.

Shangguan Lingye trembled in shock and almost threw Zuo Lingquan out. He quickly took two steps back and adjusted his skirt.

Zuo Lingquan quickly stopped his hand, his face a little confused, tried his best to look like nothing happened, turned around and handed over:

"Senior Shangguan, you are here."

Beside the tea table in the side hall, Shangguan Patriarch, who was wearing a gold skirt, had sat down at some point. He was sitting in a straight posture, like a stern teacher disciplining his disciples, with no strange color in his clear eyes.

But judging from the position, he must have seen Zuo Lingquan pinching Lingye's butt cheekily just now.

Shangguan Lingye's face was burning, but she had the experience of being "watched" by her master while riding on her last time, so she could bear the shame. She bowed slightly:

"Master. I... I was just talking to Zuo Lingquan about accompanying him home. His wife is very nice, and I want to go back and see her during the Chinese New Year..."

The Shangguan Patriarch would naturally not ask anything about the two of them kissing each other. Facing Lingye's report, she turned her eyes and looked at an inconspicuous corner of the scroll:

"I have nothing to do before, so I naturally want to return home. A hundred years of practice can only take a few years. It's not that the monks on the mountain are unfeeling and unjust and don't miss their homes. It's that when most people start to miss their homes, they are already homeless. You must cherish the time you have now. "

Ancestor Shangguan was looking at the Barbarian Land, the place where she was born.

Shangguan Lingye may have felt the loneliness when his master mentioned his hometown. He raised his eyes and glanced at it. He didn't know what to think and said softly:

"Well...Master is my senior teacher. Now I have someone to belong to. If Master has nothing to do before, why don't you go visit relatives?"

Visiting relatives?

Ancestor Shangguan was silent for a moment.

This suggestion was a bit ridiculous. When Shangguan Lingye saw that the master didn't respond, she wanted to avoid the topic. But what she didn't expect was that the master gave a very vague answer:

"Let's talk about it after the New Year."

"Oh...ok."

Shangguan Patriarch looked away from Lingye and looked at Zuo Lingquan who was standing next to him:

"Zuo Lingquan, come here."

Zuo Lingquan felt that his ancestor's eyes were serious, so he walked up to him and asked:

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Shangguan Patriarch squinted his eyes slightly, flipped his wrist, took out a long golden mace, placed it on the tea table at hand, and asked:

"What's the name of this weapon?"

Zuo Lingquan was very familiar with Tiechu Mansion's iconic weapon, the 'Magic Mace', and responded:

"Hit the God...door?!"

Shangguan Lingye's expression condensed before he realized why his ancestor gave such an arrogant name to the weapon.

"Shenmen was promoted by the monks of Beishouzhou. Relying on the bloodline of Xuanwu, its protective power is unmatched. It boasts that its body is comparable to that of gods. That's why I named the weapon in my hand 'God's Mace', which is used to fight. God."

Ancestor Shangguan looked at Zuo Lingquan: "My self-created martial arts skills, from breaking the army, storming the city, to slashing the gang, shaking the armor, and even the final 'dragon slaying', are aimed at the rough-skinned and thick-bodied iron-skinned bastards who practice the path. , It can't break the defense, and the shock can shatter its internal organs, but you don't take it to heart? "

Zuo Lingquan thought about it briefly and felt that when he attacked Shenmen, he used the unique skills of Tiechu Mansion to target him everywhere, which was similar to me beating his son.

However, Zuo Lingquan only had an immortal sword in his hand. If he had used a mace in the situation just now and used ordinary martial arts, he probably wouldn't even be able to break the opponent's skin. There was no problem with his strategy.

"It's not that I don't take what my ancestor taught me to heart, it's just that the situation just now..."

"I did not say that you are not good with the sword. On the contrary, you are confident and arrogant, not afraid of strong enemies, and do not miss any opportunity. It is rare in the world; but you cannot only respect the sword and look down on other martial arts skills because of this."

Shangguan Patriarch gestured to the golden mace on the table: "To cut down a tree, you must use an ax or a hatchet. You have to use a chisel. No matter how sharp the chisel is, it will get half the result with half the effort. The same is true for weapons. Every weapon must have its strengths and weaknesses. , as a martial artist, you can specialize in one thing, but you have to know a little bit about other things, just in case you need it, do you understand?"

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly:

"Teachable."

After Shangguan Patriarch finished his sermon, his eyes softened and he nodded;

"You did a great job on this matter. I hope that one day you can really take charge of your own affairs and no longer let the people behind you worry about it."

Shangguan Lingye knew his ancestor's temper and was afraid that his disciples would be proud, so he rarely praised others. When he wanted to praise, it was the same as today. He knocked first and then praised. Being able to praise showed that he was very satisfied.

Shangguan Lingye has been looking forward to being recognized by his master since he was a child, and it is the same now. He felt happy and said quickly:

"Disciple, please remember that you must practice diligently in the future and not let Master down."

Speaking of practice, Shangguan Lingye remembered one thing. Zuo Lingquan's current goal of practice is to find the natal fire. If he can't find it, he will be stuck until he dies. Jingxun is in front of him but he can't eat it.

With the master finally in front of him, Shangguan Lingye naturally asked:

"By the way, Master, Zuo Lingquan's next step is to refine the natal fire. Jingxun has it, but we don't know how to refine it. Master has deep experience, does he know the method?"

Ancestor Shangguan blinked his eyes rarely, took back his golden mace, and stood up:

"As a spiritual practitioner, you must support yourself and try to figure things out for yourself when encountering problems."

"My disciple understands and has thought about it secretly. He is just afraid that it will be self-defeating."

Shangguan Lingye signaled Zuo Lingquan not to eavesdrop, walked out of the room with his ancestor, and whispered:

"My disciple read through many books and found that the most common way to connect two monks with different bloodlines without rejecting each other physically is to practice both Yin and Yang. When practicing dual cultivation, the true energy in the body can be formed in the two people without any hindrance. Da Zhou Tian, ​​then other things should also be possible. Does Master think this is correct? "

Shangguan Patriarch was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

Shangguan Lingye looked slightly happy: "Is it really possible? Then I'll let Zuo Lingquan try it now..." As he said that, he was about to take Zuo Lingquan out. ?

Ancestor Shangguan quickly raised his hand to block Ling Ye who was about to try:

"Don't rush it."

"Um?"

"The principle is correct, but Tang Jingxun has a special talent. Even if this method is feasible, it still requires corresponding methods..."

"Master, will you know that?"? ?

Even if Grand Ancestor Shangguan knew how to do it, could she teach Tang Jingxun how to have sex?

How is this different from teaching others swordsmanship and letting others stab themselves?

And that feeling is much more difficult than being stabbed with a sword...

Ancestor Shangguan looked a little strange and took a breath:

"A teacher is not omniscient and omnipotent. There is no Taoist companion. The understanding of dual cultivation methods can only be written in writing. You have to figure this out yourself. Also, if you are anxious about this for the sake of cultivation, the nature has changed. Even if you have thought about it, you should wait for it. After Jingxun decides to sleep with Zuo Lingquan, he will inform her of his plan..."

Shangguan Lingye was extremely intelligent and nodded slightly:

"My disciple understands this. This time when I go home to celebrate the New Year, I will let Zuo Lingquan handle the wedding. When the wedding ceremony is completed, it will naturally be a matter of course."

We will have a wedding during the Chinese New Year...

No matter how experienced Shangguan Patriarch is, he has never experienced the wedding ceremony. He doesn’t know whether he can suppress the stimulation from his soul when the time comes, but he can’t find a suitable reason to delay. After thinking about it, he can only take a deep look at Ling Ye:

"Lingye, it's rare that you are so eager to arrange marriage for your husband and are not jealous at all."

Shangguan Lingye didn't have the nerve to say this, he just said modestly:

"A leader must be broad-minded. Master has taught him well."

When did I teach you this?

Ancestor Shangguan was in trouble and couldn't express his pain. He took a breath and walked slowly to the martial arts hall on the second floor:

"Yes. Speaking of which, I haven't taught you for a long time. Now that I have nothing to do, I will test your martial arts skills and see if you have deteriorated over the years."

"Oh...ah?!"

Shangguan Lingye's graceful figure suddenly paused, and her beautiful cheeks turned pale. She recalled the tragic time when her master had prepared her for her and tortured her to death...