The fairy is fierce

Although he was very restrained, the cultivation lasted all night from beginning to end. Jingxun was still not satisfied. In the end, Zuo Lingquan was worried that the ancestor would be angry, so he took the initiative to stop.

After the episode last night, the atmosphere on Turtle Island became weird. All the cultivators, regardless of their realm, acted as if they were "fearing the gods in heaven" and stayed in their respective residences silently.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't reveal the details of the dragon breaking the sea, nor could he explain it clearly. He could only keep a mysterious attitude and stay at home as much as possible.

Walking out of the bedroom and coming to the tea room outside, Xie Qiutou couldn't go out for a stroll because of what happened last night. She sat cross-legged on the tea couch with a small dragon turtle in her arms, scolding Tuanzi fiercely:

"Look at the trouble you caused. Now it's fine. We won't go out. There are many fun places on the ferry. There is a storytelling hall in front and a restaurant outside. They sell South China Sea squid skewers, which are a specialty of Nanyu Island. The waist is so thick. Sliced ​​and roasted with soy sauce and mustard, the taste... I can't eat it now!"

The culprit Tuanzi was lying on the tea table with his legs spread out, his little paws facing the sky, his wings spread out and sliding up and down, with an arrogant look of "the bird is free". When he was tired of listening, he opened his beak and asked Xie Qiutou for dried fish to eat. He had no awareness that he had caused trouble.

But Tuanzi couldn't be blamed for what happened yesterday. It can only be said that he was destined to have this disaster.

Xie Qiutao chattered for a while, and when she heard the door open, she turned around and saw the energetic Zuo Lingquan. She couldn't help but think of Jingyan's clothes that were not really clothes, and her big white buttocks that were dazzling...

Xie Qiutao blushed and greeted with a strange look:

"Mr. Zuo, did you rest well last night?"

"I practiced all night, and I'm fine."

"Really, hehe..."

Xie Qiutao's face was red, and she didn't believe it at all, but as a little girl, it was not easy to point it out, so she continued to feed Tuanzi.

It was Zuo Lingquan's first time to take a cross-sea ferry. He was curious and wanted to walk around on the boat with Xie Qiutao, but he caused a commotion last night, and wandering around on the ferry might scare people. If he didn't practice, he could only stand at the window and take a look at the scenery overseas.

It is far from Yuyaozhou to Huajunzhou, and the route is not a straight line. Although there are no mountains on the sea, there are many dangerous places on the seabed, such as the sea nest where the old dragon lurks, the area where the Kun whale is active, etc. Those that can be cleaned have been cleaned up in previous years. If the cost is too high, they can only be bypassed to avoid risks.

The East China Sea is too vast. Not only is there sea water, but also islands of all sizes can often be seen. The largest one can catch up with the scale of a state in the secular world. It is known as Denglongtai. It is said that there are often dragons basking in the sun on it, so the ferry dare not approach.

In addition, there are some overseas fairy islands. The sects on them mostly take the path of seclusion and do not often contact the outside world. Due to the lack of cultivation resources, the scale is not large.

There are some small cultivators on the ferry. Their destination is to go to the overseas fairy islands to live in seclusion and practice. When the ferry occasionally passes by nearby, Tuotian Wangba will call out, and someone will come out to check. If they are not favored, the ferry will pick them up and take them back.

Apart from these trivial matters of the immortals at sea, Huang Ji, the owner of the ferry, also sent a steward to the door after a few days of silence, and invited Zuo Lingquan to a banquet while asking for the necessary information.

Qianxing Island behind Huang Ji is the only one among the immortals in Nanyuzhou, and its right to speak in the way of cultivation is not weaker than that of Dongzhou Nanmeng. Huang Ji's teacher, the Minghe Patriarch, is an existence that can sit on an equal footing with the Shangguan Patriarch.

It is not a good thing to rashly get involved with the immortal forces of this size. Zuo Lingquan did not go to Nanyuzhou this time, and it was even more difficult to explain the matter of shouting back the dragon, so he naturally declined the banquet.

The speed of Guidao crossing the sea is not slow, but it still took more than three months to set off from Dengchao Port and cross the vast East China Sea to approach Huajunzhou.

During the journey, Zuo Lingquan meditated in the house except for occasionally looking at the scenery. He and Jingxun were intimate twice, because they had to greet the ancestor in advance every time. Jingxun was embarrassed if they did it too frequently, and both of them were very restrained.

Xie Qiutao also practiced in the tea room. She never went out during the journey because she didn't know if she would see scenes that were not suitable for girls after opening the door, and she never ran into the bedroom.

The three of them were all practitioners and had long been accustomed to the days of meditating, but Tuanzi was bored.

After more than three months of sailing, the ferry just approached the coastline, and Tuanzi climbed up like crazy, stood at the door of the bedroom and turned into a woodpecker, knocking on the door frantically with his beak.

Dong Dong Dong

Zuo Lingquan woke up from his meditation and opened his eyes to look around.

Everything in the room was normal, with a gathering mist floating in the air. Jingxun was wearing a light summer dress, lying beside him, resting her head on his thighs, and still sleeping with her eyes closed.

Jingxun's training posture has always been so casual that she feels tired and can't concentrate when she sits. Zuo Lingquan has long been accustomed to it and gently pinches her cheek.

"Hmm..."

Tang Jingxun frowned, propped up her upper body with sleepy eyes, and looked at the window:

"Are you there?"

"Almost."

Zuo Lingquan stood up and opened the bedroom door. Tuanzi was seen jumping in front of the door, pointing his wings out of the window, looking very excited.

"Chijiji..."

Xie Qiutao had already finished her training and changed into a decent little skirt. She was carrying an iron pipa on her back, lying on the window with her hands holding her chin, looking into the distance.

Xie Qiutao was not tall, but she had a good figure. She didn't feel it before when she wore a loose skirt, but now she was kneeling and sticking out her pink buttocks, and only then could you see the roundness that a girl should have.

Although Zuo Lingquan was a bit lustful, it was for his own wife. Facing an innocent girl, he would naturally not stare at someone else's butt. He came up to him and looked out the window:

"This is Thunder Bluff?"

"Yeah, spectacular, right?"

Zuo Lingquan just glanced out the window, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

It’s early summer when you set off, and it’s early autumn when you arrive.

Under the warm yellow autumn sun, a 100-foot sea cliff like a black city wall stands solemnly on the coastline, with no edges visible to the left and right.

Numerous winding covered bridges are built on the cliff, going up to the top and down to the sea. You can see the towering towers above the cliff and the ferries from all over the sea gathering thousands of sails.

To describe it as Qianfan may be a bit inappropriate.

Zuo Lingquan is still far away, and as far as you can see there are all kinds of ferries, big and small. Not only on the sea, but also in the sky are countless immortal ships. As for the monks flying in the sky in the distance, there are even more. From a distance, it looks like A colorful cloud of auspicious clouds scattered inland and gathered on the sea cliff at the same time.

In terms of wealth, the Nine Sects in the South are indeed second to none, but in terms of scale, Huajunzhou, a port that connects several southeastern continents, is indeed much larger than Dengchao Port.

Zuo Lingquan stood at the window and looked at the panoramic view of Thunder Bluff. With wonder and doubt in his eyes, he asked:

"Why is this place called Thunder Bluff? Is there a Minotaur?"

"Huh?" Xie Qiutao stood up straight, a little confused, and explained: "It is said that this place used to be called Black Rock Cliff, but because the monks who came here for the first time were shocked when they saw the spectacular scene here, over time they became It became Thunder Bluff, and because it was so domineering and widely spread, they all called it that..."

…

While the two were chatting, Tang Jingxuan dressed up and put away her clothes in the bedroom. She wore a more conservative autumn skirt and a curtain hat, and held the impatient Tuanzi in her arms.

Zuo Lingquan hung the two swords on his waist, took a bamboo hat and put it on his head, waiting for Turtle Island to dock at Thunder Bluff's dedicated harbor.

This Turtle Island is probably the most orderly among all the ferries in Thunder Bluff. The pressure of staying with the unknown Immortal Lord for several months has been too great. As soon as the monks on the ship docked, they got off the Turtle Island in an orderly manner. There was no sound of footsteps, but they were gone in the blink of an eye.

Zuo Lingquan took the two girls from a secluded place to the covered bridge under Thunder Bluff. During the process, he also saw Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island, standing on the edge of Turtle Island with several deacons. He bent over and gave him a greeting without disturbing him. .

Zuo Lingquan felt ashamed, nodded and saluted in return, and quickly walked off Turtle Island.

I thought that the farce on the journey would be over, and I could quietly escape into the sea of ​​people.

But as soon as Zuo Lingquan got off the ferry, he saw two Taoist priests, an old man and a young man, standing at the entrance of the verandah, which was crowded with people, looking towards Turtle Island.

The leader was naturally Wu Laodao. When he saw the three people coming down, he looked shocked, but he did not dare to step forward rashly.

Wu Laodao used the Dragon Prison Formation to suppress the Dragon King of the East China Sea. Although it seemed like a farce, Wu Laodao himself did not know that he sacrificed his life as a mantis and used his arm as a chariot to divert a tiger away from the mountain, giving the ferry monks a chance to escape. This righteousness cannot be faked.

This move made Zuo Lingquan respect Wu Laodao much more than Huang Ji did. He quickly walked up to him and bowed his hands:

"Daozhang Wu.

"Hey! I can't bear it, I can't bear it..."

Wu Laodao quickly avoided it and said kindly: "Senior is so polite, junior..."

Zuo Lingquan was not very old. He was afraid that his life would be shortened if he was visited by Wu Laodao. He raised his hand to stop him and motioned for Wu Laodao to go into the verandah together. When they reached a quiet place, he shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Don't be afraid, Taoist Master Wu. I also suffered an unreasonable disaster. That night when the dragon came out of the water, before I could see what was going on, an immortal fell beside me. With one word, he drank the dragon back and told me not to say anything. Let’s go. I don’t dare to say more details, otherwise I will be punished by God.”

Wu Laodao has good eyesight, and he doesn't think that Zuo Lingquan's Taoism is as high as a god. However, this matter has something to do with Zuo Lingquan anyway. He nodded knowingly and asked no more questions, but said:

"The scene that night was unprecedented. In the final analysis, Pindao is just a Taoist who is still climbing the mountain. I have not seen the demeanor of the Immortal Lord at the top of the mountain a few times. I came here to make friends. I hope Zuo Jianxian will not be surprised."

Xie Qiutao walked forward and said with a smile: "Taoist Master Wu, it's boring for you to be so polite. I think you are a very good man. Maybe we will have to ask you for help in the future."

"I'm afraid some of you may look down on Pindao's profession, but Pindao does have some acquaintances in Huajunzhou. From what I've seen in the past, Zuo Jianxian may be here for the first time. If you need anything, just say hello..."

After a few people walked up the sea cliff together, they saw buildings stretching to the end of the sky, with pavilions and pavilions in various places and crowds of people.

The scene I saw was similar to that of the Xianjia Market in Yuyaozhou. The difference was that there were very few monks in the market with signs of the Nine Sects, and most of them were emblems of sects that I had never heard of.

Wu Laodao was really just here to make friends. He didn't ask any extra questions and just talked about things along the way. Zuo Lingquan and the three of them were chatting and laughing while looking at the various strange objects in Thunder Bluff Market.

As a ferry at the intersection of three continents, the prosperity of the Fairy Market in Thunder Bluff is astonishing. Even the street stalls started with magical weapons. No one has the nerve to display ordinary magical weapons. Of course, the land price may be too expensive. , selling cheap things and losing money.

Tuanzi was naturally not interested in the conversation between the few people. He was almost going crazy with greed on the boat. At this time, he poked his head from Tang Jingxun’s arm and looked at the rare animals on the street stalls. He was relatively restrained at first. When he walked to a breeding house When I went to the spirit beast's shop, I smelled the fragrance specially used to feast on the cubs of spirit beasts. I couldn't bear it anymore. I felt aggrieved and rubbed my head against Tang Jingshen's arms:

"Chi chi chi~"

Tang Jingxuan felt sorry for the dumplings and suggested going in for a stroll. Wu Laodao, who was walking in front, glanced at the sign and interjected:

"I forgot that a few of them brought their spirit beasts with them. Most of the shops opened next to the pier are not of high quality and low prices. They specialize in young people who have just left the village. If you really want to buy something, you have to go to the main street in front. "

Xie Qiutao knew these things, but she had never raised a spirit beast in the past and didn't know much about the place. She asked:

"Does Master Wu know a good place to go?"

Wu Laodao stroked his beard and smiled: "Duobaotan on Qianyuan Street specializes in selling these, and they also open a pool for people to try their luck at fishing for spiritual beasts. When Pindao came here for the first time, he went to join in the fun and got a carp by luck. Later, it was given to Fulong Mountain and is still kept there; if you have been to Fulong Mountain, you should have seen the one with two red whiskers in Taiqing Pond. "

Zuo Lingquan passed through Fulong Mountain and didn't go sightseeing, so naturally he had never seen it. However, when he heard "with two red beards", he understood that his bloodline was most likely related to the dragon, and his rank would definitely not be low.

Xie Qiutao's eyes were surprised: "I've heard about Duobaotan, but they all say it's a lie. You can't catch anything good at all."

Wu Laodao chuckled: "How can you lose money when you open a shop and do business? The better things are, the harder they are to get. This kind of thing is just like looking for opportunities. Don't be greedy if you succeed. If you don't succeed, it means the opportunity has not come. Just enjoy it in your free time. You can’t force it.”

Xie Qiutao nodded slightly: "That's right. Anyway, I need to buy some rations for the birds, so let's go and see them together."

When Wu Laodao heard this, he felt a little ashamed and signaled to his apprentice Lu Qing next to him:

"Yujingshan sent someone to pick him up outside the market. If he doesn't stay for a long time, Pindao won't go with them. If there is a chance next time, I will sit with them again."

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan was not too polite. After leaving a contact information with Wu Laodao, he watched the master and apprentice go into the crowd of people in the market...

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"...The dragon is at least three thousand feet long, and the dragon's whiskers alone are more than ten feet thick. Huang has never seen such a big dragon in his life..."

"Don't be ridiculous, let me ask you, three thousand feet is about twenty miles, and the sea depth along the coast of Dengchao Port is at most two or three miles. How can that dragon spread out and writhe around under the sea? You are standing in knee-deep water and asking me How many times will it turn to see?"

"Brother Chu, don't believe it. Huang saw it with his own eyes, but the situation was critical at the time and it was difficult to record the scene..."

In the alleys and in the shabby tea shops.

Huang Ji, the proprietor of Turtle Island who had just docked, sat at the tea table and recounted his experiences on the road with lingering fears.

The shopkeeper leaned on the recliner. He didn't think the story Huang Ji told was false, but he was sure it was an exaggeration.

There may be three thousand-foot dragons in the world, but they must stay in the endless deep sea. The only one who can appear near the coast is the Dragon Prince, and the Dragon Prince cannot be driven away, at least not by the creatures of Jiuzhou.

"What kind of person are you talking about who drinks the dragon?"

"If I don't know him, how dare ordinary people pry around at will? They don't dare to remember his appearance. If he remembers it, they don't dare to tell Brother Chu."

"Then what are you talking about? I think you are just here to drink tea."

Huang Ji sighed helplessly. The other party had never given instructions. He really didn't dare to spread the word easily, so he could only say:

"That's all. For other boats going to Yuyaozhou, Brother Chu should give you a warning. If they bump into a dragon again, they may not be as lucky as Huang."

After finishing speaking, he drank the tea in one gulp, stood up and left the tea shop.

The shopkeeper was sitting on the recliner, thinking about the context of what Huang Ji said. Before he could figure out the reason, the curtain of the shop was opened by one hand.

The shopkeeper looked up and saw that it was a woman.

The woman is about thirty, and she is wearing the common Thunder Bluff robe and fairy skirt style. The dark green fabric is slightly plain. She wears a woman's bun, a flower hairpin on her head, and an indistinguishable bracelet on her wrist. The overall appearance is not eye-catching, but the temperament is very gentle and elegant, with a feminine charm.

The shopkeeper looked around for a moment, but he didn't recognize him, and he couldn't tell the truth. He sat up from the recliner and said:

"Tea?"

The young woman with a flowery hairpin lifted the curtain and entered the teahouse. Like a regular visitor, she took out a money bag from her sleeve and threw it into the copper basin on the counter:

"Why don't you come to the tea shop and have a meal? Let's get a pot of mirror flower tea and take it away."

The shopkeeper frowned slightly and leaned back on the recliner:

"Fellow Taoist, it looks like I know me. Since you've come to Thunder Bluff, why bother covering your head and face? Are you worried that I won't follow the rules and do something to the guests?"

The young woman with the flower hairpin sat down at the old tea table: "How many people in the world don't know the name of Black Cliff Sword Ghost Chu Yi. I have important matters in my life and it's not convenient for me to reveal my identity."

Shopkeeper Chu Yi was surprised when he heard this. As the door god of Thunder Bluff, many people know his nickname, but there are only a few who can call him by name and dare to call him by his name face to face.

"Thunder Bluff is a ferry, and monks can come and go freely. As long as they don't cause trouble, I will naturally not interfere with my status as a monk."

Chu Yi looked at the money bag at the counter:

"However, this teahouse is my private property, and I only use it to entertain friends. Since you know my name, you should also know my rules. If we are on good terms, you can pay for the tea. If not, I don't care about this bag of money."

The hairpin girl obviously knew the rules, but she didn't want to follow them. She looked at the handwriting on the wall:

"I know you are not after money, but the spirit in these words. But you can't afford the handwriting of some people. I am afraid that it will break your swordsmanship, so I asked you to buy a pot of tea to take away."

When Chu Yi heard this, he laughed instead of getting angry.

He opened a teahouse here to provide the younger generation of swordsmen with the mirror flower tea that can temper their hearts. He really wanted the spirit in the handwriting. He adjusted and condensed his own swordsmanship by seeing who can achieve his ambitions and who can't. It can be regarded as observing others' ways and achieving mutual benefit.

Some of the brilliant swordsmen have a spirit in their handwriting that is really eye-catching. If a young and energetic swordsman sees it and feels that the gap between people is bigger than that between people and dogs, he will indeed have self-doubt and lose the motivation to move forward, that is, his sword heart will collapse.

But that is a young man. Chu Yi can sit in Thunder Cliff. If he is in Huajunzhou, he is also a well-known swordsman. His mind has long been tempered and solid. How could he feel inferior and collapse his sword heart just because he saw a brilliant and talented seedling?

Chu Yi sneered: "Since fellow Daoist said so, the swordsman may have transcended the ordinary and become a saint. A master of this realm still needs Chu's bowl of tea to help temper his mind?"

The hairpin woman shrugged slightly: "He didn't need it in the first place. I'm just curious about his reaction after drinking it. I heard that if you can recover in half a minute, you are a swordsman embryo. How long does it take for you, the fastest person to recover?"

Although Chu Yi didn't know the woman's identity, he felt that the woman's Taoism was not lower than his, and no matter how dissatisfied she was, she would never really take action. After a short silence, he said disdainfully:

"I'm afraid your plan will fail. No matter how fast your junior comes back to his senses, he can only be second, and it's impossible for him to compete for first place. Because the guy who came back to his senses the fastest was not stunned at all."

"Is it because his Taoism is too high, or is he born ruthless and desireless?"

"Neither, it's just a good state of mind. If this person appears in the world, it will be enough to make the swordsmen in the world astonished and the ancestors of Jiuzhou amazed!"

Chu Yi said it very seriously, without any intention of bragging, and he really didn't brag. After all, he is still obsessed with the little bastard who took his tea for free and said he sold fake goods.

Seeing that Chu Yi was not pretending, the hairpin girl also showed some seriousness in her eyes:

"Who is this boy?"

Chu Yi snorted lightly: "Fellow Daoist, are you asking this question to clear the obstacles for me in the future?"

The hairpin girl knew that she had asked too much. It was taboo to ask about other people's talents. If there was really such a talent, Chu Yi would not dare to say anything. If something went wrong, Chu Yi's life would not be enough to pay for it.

"Just asking casually. Although the person you mentioned is undoubtedly the first, my junior may not be the second. It is possible to be tied for the first place."

Chu Yi did not believe it at all.

Because the guy he was talking about was a special case, born to be open-minded, and had reached the point of having no ambition.

No ambition, lying down when encountering problems; as long as I don't move forward, no matter how high the obstacles are, you can't do anything to me; as long as I stay at the bottom of the pit, you can't make me fall into the pit, what kind of obsession can there be?

This is not the case for cultivators. They must move forward and climb up in their cultivation. They must practice hard. The bigger the goal, the harder it is to overcome worries about the future, setbacks in cultivation, and doubts about their own strength. Even the most tenacious people will recall the ups and downs of the past. It's just a matter of time. It's impossible that there were none.

Chu Yi opened a shop here. The most powerful cultivator he met was Lu Jianchen before his sword heart collapsed. He was basically ruthless and desireless, and his mind was as solid as a rock. He only entered the trance for less than ten breaths, and then swept away all the distracting thoughts of his worldly parents, wife, etc. and returned to his trance, leaving everyone else behind by a large margin.

Lu Jianchen was indeed a nobody at the time, but his talent was indeed amazing. Even Qiu Fengqing, the rich and powerful geniuses of Dongzhou, had to follow him. He was already considered a top-notch sword wizard in the continent.

Seeing the woman with the hairpin in such a high tone, Chu Yi did not look down on her because she was quite advanced in Taoism. He raised his hand and made a light hook, and a cup of hot tea appeared on the table:

"Now that we have come to this point, we have to take it out for a walk. I will give you a bowl of Jinghua tea. As long as your junior can come back to his senses within three breaths, I will not charge you for the tea. I will give you a bag of five-color money. If you exceed three breaths, you will owe me a favor. When you are convenient to show up, you can pay me back."

The bag of immortal money in the copper basin is about a hundred gold baht. Because Jinghua tea is the only one that has a fixed price, it is difficult to say whether the tea money is too much or too little.

It is different if it is replaced with a bag of five-color baht. The value is a hundred times higher, equivalent to a million white jade baht. No matter how big the family business is, the mountaintop ancestor will probably do some calculations before spending.

However, the favor price offered by the mountaintop cultivator cannot be calculated with money. This bet can only be said to be half a catty and eight taels.

The hairpin-wearing lady felt that Chu Yi was very imposing and seemed to have a sure win. She hesitated for a moment, but in the end she raised her hand and gently waved the tea into her sleeve:

"It's a deal."

After that, she stood up and left the tavern.

Chu Yi put away the money bag in the copper basin, shook his head and sighed, estimating that this unknown Taoist friend would most likely refuse to pay and never come back.

If someone can come back to his senses within three breaths, he is either a person with a talent far superior to Lu Jianchen, or a cultivation eccentric like the one he met last time; Lu Jianchen has been noticed by many mountaintop ancestors, who have described him as 'either a fairy king or a demon god'. Those who can surpass him have already become fairy kings and demon kings, and there may not be one in a thousand years. Would the master of such a person be so idle as to ask him for tea?

There is no need to talk about the cultivation eccentric. If there is a second cultivation path, Jiuzhou is afraid that its luck has run out and it is beginning to be in a period of transition...

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