The fairy is fierce

The silver moonlight shines through the window paper and onto the wooden floor, looking like silver frost and snow; the soft sound of the pipa next door makes the elegant room feel even more secluded.

Zuo Lingquan was wearing daily clothes, leaning on the bedside, holding the fairy family classics he bought at the ferry in his hand, and silently flipping through them.

Tang Jingxuan was wearing a white close-fitting dress, leaning on Zuo Lingquan's arms, with moist eyes closed, sleeping soundly. Two buttons of the dress were unbuttoned, revealing a white and rouge-colored bellyband, which symbolized the Zuo family. The daughter-in-law's emerald green pendant is looming, and she holds one hand inside to keep warm.

Gentle breath blew on his arm, and Zuo Lingquan glanced down from time to time; there was nothing to do on the ferry, and he couldn't practice his sword. He should have taken the opportunity to serve his wife, but the last three days were the same as the Chinese New Year, and then came again. , it was difficult for the ancestor to say hello, so the two restrained themselves in the end.

Zuo Lingquan's cheek was pressed against the quiet bun of his hair, and he turned over the "Evaluation of the Hundred Flowers List" with one hand, his eyes slightly dull.

Before boarding the ship, I bought a book. I wanted to know about the geniuses on the mountain in Huajunzhou so that I could deal with them in advance when we meet on a narrow road in the future.

But these things from the Immortal Family, just like the portraits of 'Shangguan Jiulong, Zhongzhou Wolong, and Nanhuang Jianzi' that were treasured by Taotao, cannot be taken seriously at all.

The book contains some female nuns from the wealthy Huajunzhou family, and the records are quite detailed, including their age, height, personality, etc. They even write down what kind of young hero they like and which fairy they have a bad relationship with.

However, these sources of information are all hearsay, such as the "Fairy Luyao" of Yingyang Immortal Palace, who was born on Jingtao in Yuyaozhou, her grandfather is a sword god, and she is a disciple of Yingyang Immortal Palace. Missy.

According to the description in the book, Fairy Luyao was the legitimate daughter of a wealthy family in Dongzhou. She was the most talented among the nine sects since she was a child. She pressed the former short-lived 'little Shangguan' on the ground and rubbed her. She felt that none of the nine sects had an enemy, so she came to Huajunzhou. Further study.

This statement is completely nonsense. When Lingye was the hegemon, the other Qingkui could only compete for the second place. His deeds are well documented in Jiuzong. This 'Fairy Luyao' was clearly born after Lingye was demoted to the mortal world to sharpen his character. , was able to get to the top by luck.

The book also says that Fairy Luyao has a cold and indifferent personality and has no interest in worldly battles. She only likes flowers, birds and swords. She is written just like a real fairy.

But when Jiang Yi was in Barren Mountain, she had an encounter with Fairy Luyao. Jiang Yi commented that I looked a bit arrogant, saying that I was much better than Lingye girl, and that I had good taste...

Hmm... I'm afraid Jiang Yi will get angry, so I won't analyze it.

As for the portraits in the album, Zuo Lingquan can be painted as a 'handsome version of Situ Shocking'. These noble ladies from the fairy family, how dare they make money off other people's looks? Basically, they all have the same beautiful faces, and they can paint common clothes colors. It's not easy.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at the page of the single fairy, and then looked at the widowed fairy from the wealthy fairy family.

The lifespan of those who practice Taoism is too long. The reason why they are called "Taoist couples" instead of "husband and wife" is because it is too difficult for those who practice Taoism to grow old together and be buried together in the same cave. Almost 90% of the time, one partner is still young and the other has grown old.

Coupled with various accidents on the spiritual path, it is inevitable that there are more high-level monks who are widowed than those who are single all the time; among them there are male cultivators such as Qiu Fengqing, and naturally there are also those whose spouses have died and their names are gone. Sister of the Lord.

Most of these female cultivators have profound Taoist practices, strong family backgrounds, are mature and sensible, and can serve others. In the eyes of casual cultivators, to be honest, they are more popular than those iceberg-like young fairies.

Of course, casual cultivators can only think about it. After all, these are experts from the immortal family who have passed through the tribulation of the mortal world. They will not fall into the trap of talking and talking like a hundred-year-old girl.

Zuo Lingquan is very content at the moment. He has no special thoughts about these immortal family survivors, he just takes a casual look at them.

But when he was looking at it in ecstasy, the breath of the beauty in his arms suddenly froze.

Zuo Lingquan thought his wife had woken up, so he quickly closed the miscellaneous books and looked down at Shen'er, who was sleeping soundly on his chest. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was some aura fluctuations all over his body.

Zuo Lingquan was confused and wanted to take out his right hand that was placed in the tuan'er room for warmth and check the flow of breath in Jingxun's body.

But as soon as he moved, the eyes of the woman close at hand opened, with a little golden light in her eyes.

Eye to eye...? !

Zuo Lingquan was really startled and thought: Can he come here even when he is asleep? It doesn't make sense...

Ancestor Shangguan sensed that Tang Jingxuan was very relaxed while sleeping and there was nothing unspeakable, so he came over to take a look, but...

Shangguan Ancestor saw the familiar handsome face and found his cheek pressed against the man's chest. He was slightly startled, then lowered his head and looked at the discomfort in front of him...

Zuo Lingquan held Xianshu in one hand, and the other hand was clamped by Feng Ruan, who couldn't hold it with one hand. He wanted to take his hand out, but he didn't dare to move it, so he opened and closed his hand slightly.

Soft~

"Hey..."

If there is a lightness that seems nothing.

Ancestor Shangguan frowned visibly, and then anger appeared in his eyes!

I went, what did I do...

Zuo Lingquan's heart skipped a beat: "Hey, senior, what am I doing..." He carefully took out his hand and made a gesture of surrender, his eyes filled with fear.

The emotion in Shangguan Patriarch's eyes only appeared for a moment, and then he returned to his calm and dignified state.

She moved her cheek away from Zuo Lingquan's chest, sat up, raised her hands, and buttoned the clothes of her clothes, looking at the book in Zuo Lingquan's hand:

"It's so late and you're still reading?"

Zuo Lingquan leaned on the bedside. Jingxun was lying on the back, but now he sat up with a cold expression, as if his wife woke up and sat next to him and scolded him, "Still not sleeping? You know you don't have to go to work." It feels weird...

When Zuo Lingquan saw that his ancestor didn't say anything, he naturally acted as if nothing had happened and put the miscellaneous books into his sleeves:

"Just reading some news and understanding the situation here, um... Why are seniors here?"

Shangguan Ancestor put on his embroidered shoes. When he stood up, his soft pleated skirt had already been put on by itself. He walked slowly to the futon where he was meditating and sat down cross-legged:

"I can't come here?"

"No, it's just a bit unexpected."

"Have you heard what outsiders say about you?"

Zuo Lingquan stood up, put on his outer robe, came to the opposite side and sat on the ground:

"I've heard about it a little bit, and it's been spread around a lot, but I don't think it will affect the rest of the trip."

Having said this, Zuo Lingquan looked into his ancestor's eyes:

"Senior, what do you think of my performance at Luojian Mountain?"

Naturally, these words have the meaning of asking for credit, which is similar to saying to Jingxun, "Is your husband great?" But it does not express any special meaning. Judging from the tone, it is more like a junior asking an elder if he is satisfied.

Under normal circumstances, Shangguan Patriarch’s face shows no joy or anger, and the same is true at this time:

"generally."

"Uh...huh?"

"Your achievements are ordinary on the top of the mountain. If you beat Yuan Xiaoshan to the ground, I can praise you, but it really doesn't mean anything now."

Zuo Lingquan spread his hands slightly: "Ancestor Xiaoshan won't fight me, it's not that I don't want to fight..."

"Do you think you can beat me?"

The Shangguan Patriarch may have thought it was too serious, so he took the tea tray from the table, placed it between the two of them, and poured two cups:

"I think back when I first arrived in Yuyao Continent, I encountered some blind monks who were looking for trouble... It was the Discipline Elders of Tiecu Mansion, their ancestor Nangong Xin, who wanted to compete with me for the top spot. Do you know the result?"

Zuo Lingquan took the handed tea cup and said with a smile:

"Four generations kneeling down to admit their mistakes, it was like thunder."

"snort."

Shangguan Patriarch gently picked up the tea leaves in the cup with the cup lid:

"At that time, I was at the same level as you. I had no immortal weapons at hand. I picked four games in a row and knelt down. My reputation is still known to everyone today. But in Luojian Mountain, no one will remember you for at least a hundred years. ”

Zuo Lingquan asked curiously: "What state was Patriarch Nangong at that time?"

"One set and I knocked him down without paying attention."

"Well……"

Zuo Lingquan didn't know how to complain about someone who was at the same level as him. He didn't have a magic weapon and could just knock him down. Could he be an eighth-level ancestor? Could this be the same as the ancestor of Xiaoshan?

Patriarch Shangguan didn’t mention his past glory again, he opened his red lips and took a sip of tea:

"Don't think you are complacent just because you have some achievements. The views of other experts are similar to mine. The ancestor Huang Chao of the Jue Sword Immortal Sect saw you drawing the sword and gave him the comment, 'You have not entered the world of mortals to become a saint. There is another word "fair" behind "Zi Sheng Tian Ren, but close to the demon", which is slightly higher than the evaluation of the original deity.

"Oh?" Zuo Lingquan sat up a little straighter: "The contemporary sword god's evaluation? It sounds like the evaluation is quite high..."

Ancestor Shangguan shook his head: "Don't be so sentimental, I'm looking down on you."

"Um, really?"

"Becoming a saint before entering the world of mortals means that you are too young and have the state of mind to become a saint at a young age, but you have not experienced the calamity of the mortal world. It means that you are born as an immortal."

Ancestor Shangguan was afraid that Zuo Lingquan wouldn’t understand, so he explained:

"You are in a perfect mood now, but you have never experienced hardship. It will be good to have smooth sailing in the future, but once you encounter separation between life and death, close relatives turning against each other, sibling betrayal, etc., you may become possessed on the spot. This is the difference between you and the Ten Immortals. What can we do? The reason why I am so high is because I have endured all these things. Even if you die suddenly in front of me, I will stick to my heart. But if I die in front of you, you can't bear it."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan felt that this topic was a bit heavy and thought for a while: "I practice swordsmanship just to avoid encountering this kind of thing."

"I also practice hard to avoid encountering such things, but it is really difficult. The remaining sentence, 'To conquer heavenly beings but be close to demons', means that you have good qualifications, but your mind is not right."

"Huh?" Zuo Lingquan naturally disagreed with this sentence: "Am I evil-minded?"

Ancestor Shangguan shrugged slightly: "For Ancestor Huang Chao, that's all. Your sword intent is very sharp, so sharp that you dare to be an enemy of everyone. The sky dares to suppress you, you can pierce the sky, and the earth dares to bind you, you It can penetrate the ground."

Zuo Lingquan indeed thought so, nodded and said: "Although I don't fear heaven and earth very much, I still stick to the right path..."

"Good and evil are human opinions, not God. There is nothing wrong with your character, but it is not in line with the right way. The right way emphasizes the whole righteousness and sacrifices the small righteousness. If necessary, Huang Chao Ancestor can sacrifice his entire family in exchange for Jiuzhou To live forever; and you probably sacrificed your life in Jiuzhou in order for the people around you to live forever, this is no different from a demon to Ancestor Huang Chao."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan thought for a moment and shook his head in denial: "I practice swordsmanship because I don't want to encounter this kind of tangled problem. If I encounter it but can't change the situation, it can only mean that I haven't practiced hard enough."

Ancestor Shangguan nodded slightly: "Ancestor Huang Chao's personal opinion is just that. As long as I believe you can do it, whether it is a sword god or a god of martial arts, whatever you say is nonsense, so don't pay attention to it. I'm here just to remind you, If Ancestor Huang Chao says this to you, he will probably not help you, so you have to think hard."

Zuo Lingquan frowned, looked at the 'major wife' on the table, and asked:

"Except for washing the sword in the sword pool, is there no one else who can temper the body and pull out the sword?"

"The sword-washing pool is just a shortcut. If you are high enough, you will be able to pull it out naturally."

After Shangguan Patriarch finished speaking, he thought for a moment and added:

"Don't you know how to deceive women? The old man has several granddaughters. You..."? ?

Zuo Lingquan quickly raised his hand: "Senior, the word 'lie' is not used appropriately, and how could I approach a woman with a purpose..."

Ancestor Shangguan snorted lightly and did not answer. There was a glimmer in his eyes. It seemed that he had finished talking about the business and was about to leave.

Zuo Lingquan wanted to chat with his ancestor again, but he had no reason to stay, so he said:

"Senior, when you come over next time, you can say hello in advance, otherwise..."

His eyes glanced at Jingxun's swollen chest, obviously signaling what he had just done. ?

Ancestor Shangguan made a move, and there was a bit of chill in his eyes!

But after a brief silence, the Shangguan Patriarch did not get angry and press Zuo Lingquan down and beat him, but said:

"Okay, before you come over next time, let me tell Tang Jingxun first... By the way, you were reading "Hundred Flowers Book" just now? This book was banned in the Yan Dynasty because it distorted the facts and belittled Lingye's past. If you like it, , I say hello to Lingye and ask her to notify the Demon Hunting Department to remove the ban..."

"Um?!"

Zuo Lingquan's expression suddenly changed. If Lingye heard these words, wouldn't he come from thousands of miles away and kill him?

"Senior, wait a minute, I just bought it casually to have a look, and I also sneered at the untrue description above..."

"I see that you are very fascinated. As a man, you can tell me what you like. How can you accommodate a woman? It doesn't matter."

Shangguan Patriarch’s golden eyes flashed slightly, and he was about to leave.

Zuo Lingquan felt a little anxious and raised his hand to grab her wrist:

"No, senior, please listen to my explanation..."

Ancestor Shangguan didn’t care, since it wasn’t her body he was grabbing anyway. She said calmly:

"What do you want to explain to me? You should explain to Lingye."

You are fanning the flames, can Lingye and I explain it clearly?

Zuo Lingquan originally sneered at miscellaneous writing, and he felt very innocent, so he could only say:

"What I said about greeting you just now was really not random. I was just afraid that senior would come over and be embarrassed again. I have absolutely no evil intentions towards senior... Eh?"

Patriarch Shangguan didn't listen to a word and left directly.

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze and he said secretly: My life is at stake...

Tang Jingxun was sleeping, but when he woke up, he found that his body was not controlling and he almost died of fright. At this time, he took back control of his body and said angrily:

"This damn bitch came here when she had the chance. I finally managed to get some sleep, but she..."

While talking, he noticed that Zuo Lingquan's expression was full of mixed feelings. Tang Jingxun still felt sorry for her husband, and said again:

"Don't believe her nonsense. If she dares to stir up trouble in our backyard, I'll tell Lingye about her being touched and kissed. I'll see what she does."?

Then my husband-in-law is the one who dies!

Zuo Lingquan hugged Jingxun and said helplessly:

"Okay, okay, ancestor, it's just a joke. I don't really like this crappy book..."

Speaking of this, Zuo Lingquan quickly took out the harmful essence from his sleeve and threw it away from the sea of ​​clouds outside the window...——

Under the same sky.

The cold moonlight shines on the small deck, and faint piano music comes from the cabin.

Jiang Yi lay on the window and looked down. As the boat gradually fell towards the lake, she saw a completely different scene from her hometown and let out a faint sigh.

A few days ago in Thunder Bluff, I drank a bowl of unknown tea. I can't remember the taste of the tea. In my memory, I only have the hesitation that lingered in my heart.

The hesitation comes from the unknown about the future, the fear that if you are dull in qualifications, you will be dumped to the ends of the earth by that heartless man; you are afraid that Shangguan Hu Meizi is too qualified and one day will come from behind, and she will become a bed maid who follows behind her. Although she is almost there now, But nominally, he is the boss after all...

This hesitation lasted for a long time, but I finally came out of it. After all, my talent is not bad. No matter how far behind I am, as long as I work hard enough, I can always catch up...

Jiang Yi secretly cheered herself up for a moment, then looked back at the cabin.

In the cabin, Qingwan and Leng Zhu were sitting on the beauty's couch, holding teacups in their hands and staring at the water curtain on the desk.

The scene in the water curtain is a maple leaf lake, with a veiled beauty in royal attire, sitting on a strange stone by the lakeside and playing the pipa. The melody is ethereal and sweet. You can tell she is a famous artist in this way just by looking at her manners.

On the desk next to the water curtain, Ling Ye, who was wearing gorgeous makeup, was holding a beautifully crafted pipa in his arms. He stared at the water curtain intently, with his hands on the strings of the pipa, but he never played it.

Since leaving Thunder Bluff, the group of people continued their journey and visited various immortal sects according to the route. Tiecu Mansion and Luojian Mountain were estranged from each other and were not among the targets of the visit. The first immortal sect they wanted to go to was Qianqiu Yuefu.

On the way here, Jiang Yi had already learned about the power of the Xian family. According to the records, Qianqiu Yuefu had a high status in Huajunzhou. In addition to its profound foundation in the Xian family, it was most famous for its showmanship of literati and poets.

Although the overall combat power of the sect cannot compare with the giants of the Xian family such as Juejianya, there are numerous celebrities and scholars in the sect and their reputation is very high.

As a practitioner, combat power is the basis for self-protection, but if you only pursue combat power, you are no different from a monster. Thousands of monks also enjoy many elegant pursuits in their leisure time, such as reading, painting, and playing chess. wait.

Qianqiu Yuefu has the most fun in this industry. Although there are no Ten Immortal Lords in charge, everyone in the sect gathers together. The chess masters, piano masters, and famous calligraphers and painters are basically among them. All kinds of fairies with both civil and military skills and beautiful appearance are everywhere. .

When fairies from other families arrived at Qianqiu Yuefu, no matter how talented they were, no matter how high their moral conduct was, compared with the fairies from rich families, they were like ladies from a scholarly family, and they didn't dare to talk to each other.

In terms of spiritual practice, Shangguan Lingye is definitely a top-notch fairy girl, but she has devoted herself to spiritual practice since she was a child, and her attainments in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting are definitely not high. She went to Qianqiu Yuefu as a guest, in case she met someone who was competing for skills. She looked on but couldn't understand the situation. It was true that the Tiecu Mansion was full of people from the mountains and wild fields.

At this time, Lingye was holding the pipa and listening to everyone playing music. He was obviously sharpening his guns before the battle and preparing for the next trip.

However, if you really have to thoroughly study the music and rhythm, it’s not much easier than practicing. It takes a lot of talent.

Jiang Yi waited for a long time. Seeing that Shangguan Lingye was holding the pipa but still holding back, she couldn't help but ask:

"Hu Meizi, are you really good at playing?"

Shangguan Lingye only watched Xie Qiutao play the pipa a few times. He just bought the pipa in Thunder Bluff. He didn't know how to play it at all, but he still had a good plan in terms of momentum:

"Well... I'm just learning. It's just five strings. What's so difficult?"

"Ha." Jiang Yi looked slightly disdainful, turned around and gestured outside:

"We've all arrived. There's no time to learn now. Put away the pipa and let people see that you've misunderstood. If you really want to show it, we can't afford to lose this person."

In just two words, the small boat had landed, and a voice came from outside:

"Bo Yezi of Qianqiu Yuefu. I wonder which fellow Taoist from Dongzhou came to Fengyue City? I didn't welcome you from afar, so please forgive me."

Shangguan Lingye heard the sound, put the pipa into Linglong Pavilion, stood up and walked out of the cabin.

The 'Yingjun Terrace' on the outskirts of Qianli Chunchao Lake, where the painting boat is moored, is one of the sect gate crossings of Qianqiu Yuefu. The Fengyue City in the distance, like Panyun City, is a companion city near the sect gate, and its name is a bit ambiguous. But it has nothing to do with the Fengyue occasion. It is taken from the fairyland's "River Wind Autumn Moon" in the upper reaches of Chunchao Lake.

Yingjuntai is the private ferry of the sect. It is not too big in scale, but the environment is much more elegant than the ferries outside. It looks like a manor on the water. There are several cruise ships parked on the lake for the sect to welcome distinguished guests. There was no shortage of lonely fairies and immortal masters. Their royal weapons were dropped on the welcoming platform and they handed over invitations to pay their respects.

No matter where they are placed, private ferries are items only used by the second-generation ancestors of wealthy families. There are quite a few in Huajunzhou, but there is really only one outside the Yingjun Platform at this moment, which has attracted a lot of eyes.

The Qianqiu Yuefu disciples were originally responsible for welcoming the guests, but after seeing such an unknown private ferry landing outside the door, the disciples knew that they were distinguished guests, so they called the sect deacon Bo Yezi and his wife who had just returned.

Shangguan Lingye walked out of the cabin and saw a couple standing by the lake table, showing a bit of a smile:

"Senior Bo, Senior Yahe, nice to meet you."

Bo Yezi and Yahe's duty was to recruit suitable talents from outside. They visited Jiuzong many times, but they never met Shangguan Lingye.

Hearing this beautiful fairy in gorgeous clothes calling out their names, the female Xiu Yahe was stunned for a moment. After recalling a little, she said doubtfully:

"The fairy is..."

"Shangguan Lingye, our master Linyuan, I think you two have heard of him."

"..."

Some celebrities from the Immortal Family by the lake were a little confused when they heard this self-introduction. After all, the title of 'Lord Linyuan' is not very famous, and not many people in Huajunzhou have heard of it.

But thinking about it for a moment...

Oh my god, a disciple of the Valkyrie of Dongzhou!

There were several gasping sounds on the lakeside.

The fairies who were still secretly sizing up each other's appearance and comparing themselves with each other in secret looked a bit like their beauty was eclipsed, so they quickly turned their attention elsewhere.

Bo Yezi and his wife were also startled, but they had never seen the Ten Immortal Lords while walking around all year round. The disciple had seen some of them, and did not show any fear.

Yahe thought of this 'little Shangguan' who was once very famous in Dongzhou, and knowing that he was the heir to the Tiechu Mansion, he stepped forward and bowed:

"It turns out to be Fairy Shangguan, disrespectful. Senior brother, go and ask the master of the palace to come over..."

Shangguan Lingye tapped his toes and landed on the lakeside, smiling and saying:

"It's just a private visit. Senior Yahe doesn't need to mobilize troops."

"Oh, I can't afford to be a senior. Fairy Shangguan can just call me Yahe. Please come in quickly. I'm not prepared and I apologize for the poor reception..."

…

Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan, who came out this time as personal secretaries who helped the young master, naturally followed them silently...

The state is not very good, two chapters in transition o

I recommend a new book by an old author, "Inheriting Two Hundred Years of National Destiny from the Beginning", a world where immortality and martial arts run parallel, a story about an ordinary little landowner who suddenly inherits a huge national destiny, and how things turn around...