The fairy is fierce

Thunder Bluff.

The monks who rushed to aid Northern Xinjiang had left as early as last year, and Huajunzhou, the busiest port, returned to its normal calm of people coming and going.

In the middle of the night, a ferry from the north docked in the port. A young swordsman wearing a bamboo hat walked down, holding a long white sheath sword in his hand, and came to the alley of the market.

The shops in the Immortal Family all have Linglong Pavilions, so there is no need for warehouses. The most remote alleys are all shops, but the prices are much cheaper than on the main road. The ones that can be opened here are inns and restaurants that provide a place for Qi Practitioners to stay. .

The young swordsman searched in the alley for a long time before he found a small tea shop sandwiched between two inns. It didn't even have a sign. There was only a cloth curtain hanging on the door with the word "tea" written on it.

The shop was too shabby. Even a qi-training monk would probably not be down and out in a place like this. The young swordsman didn't care much about it. He opened the curtain with the hilt of his sword and looked around. There were only four pictures in the tea shop. The old table has messy marks on the white walls on both sides. The shopkeeper is leaning on a recliner and taking a nap. Next to him is a girl holding a little book and reading through it.

The scene of Han Yi playing with his grandson is incompatible with the fairy market.

The young swordsman's eyes were slightly confused, and he hesitated a little before asking:

"Shopkeeper, do you have any more tea?"

"Yes, there is hot water on the stove. You can pour it yourself. Throw the money into the copper basin on the counter and wait and see."

"I heard from Master that there is a kind of 'Jinghua Yinfeng' tea here. I wonder if it is the shopkeeper's shop."

The shopkeeper on the recliner opened his eyelids and glanced at the door:

"Who is your master?"

"I don't know. He is an old Taoist priest who uses a sword and has a bad temper..."

The shopkeeper raised his hand slightly, stopped the swordsman's words, and put a cup of warm tea on the table with his fingers:

"That stinky Niubi owes me a lot of money for tea, but he hasn't paid half of it until now. The teacher pays his debts, and this debt will be borne by you."

When the young swordsman heard that his master owed a huge debt, he did not come in: "How much does my master owe? In fact, my relationship with him is not very close. I don't even know his name..."

The child next to the recliner, holding a little book, said in a childish voice:

"Tea is priceless. It depends on Grandpa's mood when he will pay it off. If you want to clear the account completely, you can leave a line of writing on the wall. When you do it, the writing will be erased and you will not be asked for the account again."

The young swordsman was a little confused. He turned to look at the snow-white wall and found that there were messy marks on it. They were all handwriting, and they had everything written on them. The big ambitions were like "His heart is full of ambitions, and he will enter the fairy palace with his sword", and the small ones were " "I will definitely marry a certain fairy in this life." There was even a strange sign in the corner that said, "We must help Lao Lu find his wife so that he can smile."

Judging from the handwriting, they were all carved with sword energy. Although you can't feel any fluctuations in spiritual energy, some of the handwriting still looks as dazzling as the light of a sword. I am afraid that the person who carved the words has a swordsmanship that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After a few glances, the young swordsman asked:

"What if it can't be done?"

"If you can't do it, you'll be like this for the rest of your life. You'll have to pay it back in the next life."

The young swordsman understood the meaning, nodded slightly, picked up the tea cup, looked at it, and drank the mediocre tea in one gulp.

The old shopkeeper raised his eyes and looked at the young swordsman's reaction.

After the young swordsman drank a cup of tea, his eyes were in a trance and he was a little lost. After about half a quarter of an hour, he returned to normal, put down the tea bowl, and walked towards the wall.

Seeing this, the old shopkeeper nodded and said: "Yes, he is a good young man, but compared with the people on the wall, he is still far behind. The year before last, I met a little bastard who claimed to be brothers with Qiu Boyue of Dongzhou. Dongzhou was young The swordsmen all called him big brother; I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect that little bastard didn't react at all when he drank a bowl of tea. He also scolded me for selling fake goods and pretending to be a ghost, which made me embarrassed to ask him for tea money..."

The young swordsman's eyes were surprised. Just after he finished a bowl of tea, past hatred, jealousy, and even the pain of his parents' death all came to mind. If he hadn't been mentally tough, he might have fallen into it and been unable to extricate himself. After hearing this, he curiously said :

"Could this person have cut off the world of ruthlessness and desire?"

"No, I can see it. It's a pity that I started too late and my qualifications are mediocre. Otherwise, with that state of mind, I will definitely have a place in the mountain in the future."

The young swordsman nodded lightly, without asking any more questions. He walked to the wall with his sword in hand, pondered for a moment, and left a line of words on the wall:

Forge a sword for heaven and kill all the monsters in the world!

Each word is painted with silver hooks and iron, and the sword energy is like a white rainbow!

The old shopkeeper nodded, and then sighed:

"If there are immortals, there will be demons, and if there are human beings, there will be monsters. There are endless monsters in the world, and there is no way to kill them all. If you leave these words, it seems that you, like your master, want to rely on me for the rest of your life."

The young swordsman smiled and said: "If I can't kill them all, I will be like this for the rest of my life. I will pay the shopkeeper the tea money in the next life."

The old shopkeeper focused his eyes on the snow-white sword in the swordsman's hand:

"You have a good character, but this sword is too mediocre."

The young swordsman looked at the sword in his hand:

"The name of the sword is 'Golden Day'. I was given it by a friend and I couldn't bear to exchange it. That friend of mine is extraordinary. He realized 'Sword One' when he was a teenager. I have traveled all over the country for so many years, but I have never seen anyone more powerful than him."

The old shopkeeper snorted lightly: "You have only walked a few steps. I am guarding Thunder Bluff. I have seen too many swordsman wizards coming from north to south. The swordsman who can really make me look at him differently is the little bastard I met last time. Danduzi, after all, that guy is the weirdest tea drinker in history.

"No matter how talented others are, they can never catch up to the Ten Immortals. Not to mention the Ten Immortals, just a Dongzhou Sword Master's talent can crush all the younger generations in this world. When you get to know these immortal heroes in the future, I can’t say such nonsense.”

In his heart, the young swordsman felt that his friend surnamed Zuo was no less talented than those 'Sword Gods and Sword Gods', but he didn't know how his friend was doing. It was pointless to argue with the tea shop owner, so he didn't talk about it anymore. gossip……--

The violent storm rolled up waves several feet high on the sea surface. It was only a few dozen miles away from the coast, and it was difficult to see the brightly lit Tidal Harbor.

The huge size of the 'island' moving forward in the waves makes the vast power of heaven appear small, without any fluctuations. It even makes people on it feel that the island has not moved at all, but that the coastline is receding to the east. .

Turtle Island is a large area with countless pavilions and pavilions. Thousands of people stay on it and still don't feel crowded, just a little noisy with people's voices and music.

Several high-rise buildings in the center are connected by suspended corridor bridges. There is a small venue between the high-rise buildings. The dancers and piano players on the ship take turns performing to relieve the loneliness of the distinguished guests in the building. However, if you want to enter and take a seat, you have to pay the fairy money, otherwise you will be charged. Only a hazy shadow can be seen.

In a guest room on the third floor, Xie Qiutao was sitting on the chess couch by the window, holding a pipa in her arms. She was following the instructions of the ship's deacon, seriously reforming the little dragon turtle, and the way of reforming was to play music for the little dragon turtle!

Dang Dang Dang

The big strings are noisy like drums, and the small strings are like gongs.

I don’t know if the little dragon turtle was moved by what he heard, but he didn’t dare to move anyway.

Tuanzi didn't shake his head wildly in response to the loud pipa music. At this moment, he was standing alone on the window sill, looking at a garden in the distance in confusion.

The garden is an 'animal enclosure', but it is very different from the animal enclosure on the land ferry. There are formations around it to prevent the spirit beasts from running around. The internal areas are clearly defined. At first glance, it looks more like a zoo, and the environment is excellent.

To monks, spiritual pets are not cats or dogs, but very trusted partners. Even most monks would rather suffer a little hardship than treat their spiritual pets badly. The owner of Turtle Island has done a very good job in this regard and specializes in treating beasts. The dumplings are placed where guests can see them at a glance.

Although due to the space, the larger spirit beasts feel aggrieved and can only stay in the pen honestly, the place is clean, and there are beautiful ladies who greet them and provide fruits and snacks on time to relieve their boredom.

The smaller spirit beasts are much more comfortable. All kinds of rare and exotic beasts are separated in a large garden according to their species and feeding habits. Animal training experts from the sect specially accompany them to play with them, because they don't have enough food. Big, enough for all kinds of snacks.

In a garden near the sea, there was even an old man sitting on the edge fishing. Dozens of little spirit animals squatted neatly beside him, waiting eagerly. There were even a few smart little monkeys holding fishing rods beside them. Fishing for fun.

Tuanzi looked at the bustling amusement park, then looked down at the small pile of pine nuts next to his claws, and said "chie?", his bright dark eyes full of doubts about life.

On the other hand, Zuo Lingquan was also a little doubtful about life.

The guest room in Jiazi is a suite. Although the space is not large, it is also divided into a tea room and a bedroom. The two women have different relationships with Zuo Lingquan. Xie Qiutao lives in the slightly larger tea room outside, while Zuo Lingquan and Tang Jingxun Then live in the bedroom in the back room.

Zuo Lingquan took off his sword and stood at the window of his bedroom, watching the cute little spirit beast rolling around in the beast circle and was speechless for a long time.

Tang Jingxun was already quite diligent and thrifty. When he discovered this situation after boarding the ship, he became even more annoyed and muttered:

"If I had known better, I would have thrown Tuanzi into the animal pen and found someone to open a room like this through the back door. It would have no benefit except for a larger space. The money spent is not worth it at all..."

"How about sending the dumplings there? I think the dumplings would have more fun there..."

"It made a fuss about wanting to live with us. Now that all the money has been spent, we can no longer take advantage of it by sending it there, so we will just let it stay in the house. If it dares to make trouble, we will sell it to pay for the boat ride..."

Zuo Lingquan felt that Tuanzi would feel more at ease with him by his side, so he said no more about it and sat down on the futon by the window.

The guest rooms in the building are prepared for wealthy guests. They are not useless as Jingxun said. They have all the necessary equipment. The layout of the bedrooms is similar to that of the Xianjia Inn. It is more like a training room. The meditation area is gorgeous and spacious, and the bed Put it in a corner out of the way.

The lights were on in the room, and Tang Jingxun had nothing to do. He stood next to the bed and bent over to sort out the clothes he had brought with him.

Because his back was facing away, Zuo Lingquan could look up and see the plump buttocks behind the skirt. The lines were plump and tense, swaying slightly with his movements. Although nothing could be seen due to the hem of the skirt, the outline could still evoke the figure he once held in his arms. Good memories of nibbling.

Zuo Lingquan started to retreat for a long time after the New Year's Eve. After leaving the retreat, he was so busy working that he didn't have time to enjoy it. What he did last time was to give the extra phoenix fire that Jing Xun specially gave to Lingye.

At this time, when we arrived on the ferry, our cultivation had reached a bottleneck and there was no point in practicing, and there was nothing else to do, so my mind was naturally a little wandering.

After Zuo Lingquan took a few glances at Jing Xun's swaying back, he coughed lightly, raised his hand to close the window, and deployed the isolation formation in the room.

The rock pipa played in the tea room outside disappeared without a trace.

Tang Jingxuan carefully folded his clothes. When he noticed something strange, he paused slightly and looked around a few times. After he realized what he was doing, his face turned red, his movements slowed down a little, and he hummed a ditty in a low voice, "Uh huh huh~", thinking it was... Found nothing.

Zuo Lingquan sat on the futon, rubbed it gently with his fingers, thought for a while and said:

"Xunxun, what is the ancestor doing now? Can you feel it?"

"I asked a long time ago. If there is nothing to do tonight, let us take care of it ourselves."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan was speechless for a while and secretly said, "I didn't tell you earlier." He smiled and said:

"Okay, don't pack it up. It's just a few clothes and there's no flowers left."

"What's the rush? It only takes a few months."

Tang Jingxun also knew what was going on, but no one was competing with her for a man during this trip, so she naturally had to be more reserved. After she put the clothes into Linglong Pavilion, she took out a few more pieces and shook them in her hand:

"What do you want my sister to wear? Something sexy like Lingye's, or something boring like Qingwan's?"

He held clothes in his hands, all of which were close-fitting clothes.

There are the more conservative Huajianli, embroidered with fish and lotus leaves; there are also Lingye's own improved styles, which are hollow and translucent as a whole, with flowers only embroidered at key points on the top of the mountain.

In addition, there are more styles of trousers. The least fabric is just a small triangular piece of cloth connected to two ropes. There are also rolled stockings, garters, etc., in a variety of colors.

Zuo Lingquan sat upright, as if he was choosing a practice method. After carefully scanning it for a few times, he looked at the one with the highest status.

Tang Jingxun has a cheerful and warm personality, but after all, he has relatively little experience and is not as open-minded as Qingwan. She picked up the small piece of cloth and looked at it, feeling a little embarrassed:

"This? Um..."

Zuo Lingquan knew that Jingxun couldn't even cover his hair if he wanted to say it, so he spread his hands slightly:

"Do you have one?"

"..."

Tang Jingxuan's face turned red, and she glared at Zuo Lingquan slightly. Without retorting, she took her clothes and ran behind the screen.

When Zuo Lingquan saw this, he didn't rush to take a peek. He just waited for Jingxun to come out and surprise him as if he were waiting for a gift...——

Immortals are also divided into three, six or nine levels, which is particularly evident on the ferry.

The children of wealthy families and high-level immortals can listen to music and play chess in spacious pavilions and enjoy the service of their lovely wives and concubines, while ordinary monks who are short of money can only hang out in the periphery, walking around to relieve the stress of the long journey. lonely.

On the viewing gallery outside Turtle Island, there are many monks who have bought standing tickets. They stand by the fence with their hands behind their hands, looking at the huge waves on the sea. They try to look like they are watching the scenery in their free time, so as not to see that they are driving. I can't afford the lowest guest room, so I have no choice but to stand here.

Wu Laodao, dressed in Taoist robes, led his foolish disciples to walk in the corridor. When they reached a deserted place, he preached earnestly:

"Practice practitioners, especially Taoist priests, must learn to be indifferent to fame and wealth. Comparing yourself with others for food, clothing, housing, and transportation, or feeling inferior, shows that your heart toward Taoism is not pure enough..."

The little Taoist priest next to him, named Lu Qing, looked towards the central area from time to time, looking for the figure of the fairy he met at the port. When he heard the master's words, he responded:

"Master, are you really just hanging out here at night because you don't want to spend extra money to buy a house?"

"Oh, rotten wood cannot be carved. Practitioners can stay awake all day long. What's the difference between standing here and staying in the house?"

"You can meditate in the room. The spiritual energy outside is thin, so disciples have to be careful when breathing. Didn't Master say, 'Practice slowly, step by step, step by step'? It's only been a few months..."

"..."

Wu Laodao raised his hand and slashed the back of the little Taoist priest's head.

The little Taoist priest said "Ouch~", not daring to talk back to the master anymore, and followed him obediently, pretending to be wandering around.

Wu Laodao sighed secretly, his eyes a little helpless. It’s not that his family is so poor that he can’t even afford a low-end room, but he doesn’t want his disciples to be exposed to too many extravagant scenes of the spiritual path as soon as they enter the spiritual path, and not know the joys and hardships of the lower class.

You have to experience these things for yourself. The master's lectures are meaningless. The disciple complained that he was stingy for a while, but it will be better when he is gone. The disciple has no supervision and goes astray.

However, the little Taoist priest was pure of heart, and since his master accompanied him on the streets, he naturally had no complaints.

After wandering in the viewing gallery for a while, the little Taoist priest seemed to have some idea. He came to the fence, looked at the sea below, and said happily:

"Wow! Master, look, there is a big dragon below."

"Um?"

Wu Laodao was stunned. This place was only more than two hundred miles away from the coast. All sea beasts had been captured by casual cultivators. Where did the dragon come from? He thought his apprentice was talking nonsense, so he casually came to the fence and looked at the sea.

At this sight, the hairs on the hair stand on end!

Under the pitch-black sea surface, there were two bright spots. The depth was about two miles, but the bright spots were clearly visible, like two fluorescent lamps in the netherworld. In the depths of the ink abyss, looking at the turtle island on the sea.

Wu Laodao could tell that they were a pair of eyes, but he couldn't believe it, because judging from the interpupillary distance, the head of the giant creature below was probably bigger than Turtle Island. If it were a dragon, its body would be described as a thousand feet long. It's so small that it would be easy to swallow this turtle island in one gulp.

"this……"

Wu Laodao's face turned pale. He just looked at the eyes of the seabed and felt the trembling deep in his soul.

This is Tianwei!

At the same time that the two discovered something strange, there was also movement in other parts of Turtle Island.

On the other side of the beast circle, the spirit beasts belonging to the dragon family were kneeling on the ground and kowtow together, while the other spirit beasts, regardless of their size or state, stood frozen in place and shivered, and some of the timid ones were directly frightened. After fainting, even Tuanzi, who was squatting on the window sill and doubting his life, got into the bed and acted like a coward, "I can't see the birds, I can't see the birds...".

As the main body of Turtle Island, Tuotian Tobas no longer dared to move. He raised his giant head from the sea and looked at its master in panic.

The human monks who reacted a little slower gradually noticed something strange, and the entire Turtle Island fell silent for an instant.

Turtle Island is the mainstay of the sect's economy. Qianxing Island has dozens of Youhuang dedicated to guard the cross-sea ferry. The owner of Turtle Island, Huang Ji, is an Immortal in the middle stage of the Jade Order. The overall combat power of the ferry is not inferior to any of the Nine Sects. One family descends from the clan.

But at this time, many immortal guards looked over and were stunned. After all, this thing under the sea was so big that it was unheard of. I am afraid that the ancestor of the Styx River, one of the ten immortal kings, would not dare to move rashly.

This place has just left the Yuyaozhou continental shelf and is only about two hundred miles away from Dengchao Port. No one can imagine how such a large dragon could get so close.

Many monks even turned pale and did not even dare to fly away. Only Huang Ji, the boss of Turtle Island, whispered to disperse the deacons on the ship, poured heavenly materials and earthly treasures into the sea as a sacrifice, and at the same time contacted the Lords of the nine sects to come to help.

But Lord Wanghai, who was the closest, realized something was wrong, so he turned around and fled inland. It seemed that he didn't even want to secure the Chao Harbor...——

Earlier, in a tall building.

Zuo Lingquan sat cross-legged in the room, looking at the uneven shadows on the screen, and gradually began to look like a dragon raising his head.

After Tang Jingxuan rustled for a moment, she revealed her mature cheeks from behind the screen, her eyes were shy, and she muttered a little coyly:

"Xiao Zuo, is this really something a serious girl would dare to wear? Qingwan and the others can figure it out..."

Zuo Lingquan kept his look light and breezy, lest Jing Xun could see that he was anxious, and said softly:

"Come out, I've seen everything. What are you afraid of wearing clothes?"

Tang Jingxuan's face felt hot. He hesitated for a moment, but still walked out slowly with his arms folded.

Under the light, her white tofu-like figure made the whole room seem to be a little brighter at this moment. She was plump where she should be, but there was not a trace of fat around her waist. She was perfect.

Zuo Lingquan's breath froze slightly, and he didn't know where to look first. He tried his best to look calm and normal:

"Come here, be careful you catch a cold."

This excuse is so easy to come up with that it immediately goes to waste.

Tang Jingxun didn't say anything. She bit her lower lip and came to the futon. After thinking about it, she had the courage to stand on tiptoes and spin around:

"How is it? Does it look good?"

The white moon, which is as round as a full moon, causes ripples with the movement, and the hollow fabric also bounces up and down.

With the fragrant breeze blowing across his face, Zuo Lingquan sat on the futon, looking directly at the big moon. He felt that his throat was about to smoke. He swallowed to moisten it, raised his hand and patted it, causing a wave of waves:

"No need to ask? Of course it looks good."

"Hmph~"

Tang Jingxuan bit his lower lip and let go of the hand he was holding.

Zuo Lingquan was satisfied with the appreciation. He was about to say a few words to relax Jing Xun, but Jing Xun frowned: "What the hell are you doing..." As he spoke, a faint golden light appeared in his eyes. ?

Zuo Lingquan was used to being scared, but this time he didn't freeze. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and felt confused. Didn't he agree not to disturb him? Could it be that Jingxun didn't say hello just now...

As soon as he thought about it, the expression of the woman in front of him still turned into a serious and unsmiling one.

Eyes facing each other.

Zuo Lingquan blinked his eyes, and his first words were: "Mother-in-law...Senior Bah, you..." His words swept up and down...

You are so naughty...

Ancestor Shangguan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that they were not holding each other mouth to mouth, but when he lowered his head and looked...! !

What the hell are these clothes?