The fairy is fierce

Chunchao Lake is the largest inland lake in Huajunzhou, with a radius of nearly a thousand miles. It is called the "inland sea" by the common people. There are 108 large and small fairy islands in the lake, all of which belong to Qianqiu Yuefu.

Because of its large scale, Chunchao Lake is divided into twelve areas, also known as the Twelve Palaces. The Jade Chan Palace, close to Fengyue City, is where the sect receives foreign guests. Countless courtyards and caves are built on the nine lake islands. With the Mid-Autumn Festival, As it approaches, nearly a thousand famous immortal families have settled in Yuchan Palace.

On the branches of the moon, the Muhan Island in the center was singing and dancing, and the female disciples of Qianqiu Yuefu in costumes were dancing on the brightly lit Chunchao Lake.

In the balconies along the shore, countless experts from the immortal family were seated. There were several high platforms by the lake. Everyone who was good at music took turns to come forward to perform, which was a warm-up for the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.

On a terrace facing the water, Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan sat side by side at the tea table, watching the elegant dancing of the fairy girl, while Leng Zhu obediently poured tea beside them. Not far away, Shangguan Lingye was sitting at the tea table, and Xiu Yahe, the woman in charge of entertaining, was introducing politely:

"...This song "Shangyangchun" is Mr. Sanzhu's famous work. It is said that he lived in seclusion on Chunhua Peak in Yingyang Immortal Palace for three years before he composed this song. With Mr. Sanzhu's superb techniques, it is really There is a lingering feeling..."

Shangguan Lingye sat elegantly, listened for a while, and looked at the black lyre in the player's hand:

"The sound of this piano is average, isn't it 'Qingxiao Crane Cry'?"

Yahe smiled implicitly: "Shangguan Fairy knows her stuff. This piano was made by Guigu Gorge, and its tone is considered to be of the highest quality. However, there is a gap compared to the fairy-quality piano that 'makes the storm turbulent with every song.'" Qing Qing Xiao He Cry' is almost the same as the Duyou Waterfall treasured by our ancestors. It used to be an object supporting the facade of the Xuanwu Tower in Beishouzhou. It was later lost. I don't know how the Qu family got it..."

When ancient Lingye heard about Xuanwu Terrace, his thoughts moved and he looked towards a hall by the lake.

The people sitting in the hall were all famous people from various sects. Among them was a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe. Yahe introduced him as Qu Xiangwen, the young head of the Qu family in Lihe.

The Qu family in Lihe has some connection with the Pofeng City in the middle of Huajunzhou. It only started over 300 years ago. It is considered a nouveau riche in Yuyaozhou. Needless to say, Huajunzhou has always been looked down upon by the old-school wealthy families, so it is particularly special. He likes to be arty and make friends with celebrities, trying to break into wealthy circles.

This time, the Lihe Qu family took out the treasures at the bottom of the box and lent them to Mr. Sanzhu to play, which was regarded as a name. The young master, Qu Xiangwen, was a bit high-spirited and was chatting with many wealthy fairies. Judging from the expressions of those fairies, They all borrowed pianos.

Shangguan Lingye thought about it for a while and asked:

"Will the Lihe Qu family part with this piano?"

Yahe shook his head and sighed: "The Lihe Qu family's status in the spiritual path is not low, but they have no real background. They are collecting these ancient treasures just to show off their appearance. If they are willing to part with each other, the elders in the sect will lose all their money and take them." ”

The rarity of an immortal guqin is no less than that of an immortal sword, or even rarer than an immortal sword, because there are many people who forge swords, but few are willing to use the treasures of heaven and earth and the souls of immortal beasts to make instruments. Most of them are formed naturally by chance. .

The sword is a murder weapon, and the harp is a musical instrument. Their functions are essentially different. The Xianpin harp is also good at playing music. It can only be regarded as a toy for the masters on the mountain. If they don't sell it, they can't kill people and win treasures just for an instrument. .

Shangguan Lingye originally wanted to buy Xie Qiutao back, but when he heard that the other party didn't want to give up his love, he gave up the idea.

"It's such a big name, I really want to see it. Will it be revealed during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Yes, most of the fairies and ladies from various wealthy families came here this time, and they all came for the famous ancient harp."

When Yahe said this, he suddenly remembered something and said with a smile:

"Of course, part of it is for the 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci' in Dongzhou. I heard that Fairy Shangguan has settled in Jade Toad Palace. In recent days, more than ten famous fairies have come to visit and asked me to inquire about the news about Fairy Zuo Ci on my behalf. , It’s a pity that Fairy Shangguan didn’t know about it either, so I refused..."?

Shangguan Lingye's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was condensed, and he asked:

"Really? There are many fairies who admire the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

"Ah, there are too many. Not to mention the outside world, there are even many senior sisters in the sect who are asking about it. A senior uncle from Mu Qiugong is the most interesting. He has been married for many years and has never been able to meet the one he likes. And he is also with Luojian Mountain is having a little festival. After hearing about Zuo Jianxian’s deeds, she directly said that she would marry Zuo Jianxian blindfolded if he dared to come..."

Shangguan Lingye had a smile on her face, but she snorted slightly in her heart. She glanced at the names of many immortal families by the lake and asked:

"Really? That uncle is not afraid that Zuo Jianxian is indifferent and doesn't take women into his heart, or that he doesn't like women and appreciates his fellow swordsmen more..."

Yahe quickly shook his head: "No, according to the rumors in Duobaotan, there are two women around Zuo Jianxian, and they should still be interested in beauties. The only pity is that I, a disciple of Qianqiu Yuefu, are not allowed to take concubines or be concubines. If Zuo Jianxian doesn't break off his relationship with other women, it will be difficult for this marriage to happen..."

Clear the relationship?

Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan, who were drinking tea slowly, narrowed their eyes slightly at the same time. ♦♦  ♦♦

Shangguan Lingye picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Listen to what Senior Yahe wants, are you still planning to let Zuo Jianxian divorce his wife?"

Yahe sighed: "With Zuo Jianxian's unparalleled talent and domineering temperament, how can I dare to mention such an offending thing? The ancestral law cannot be broken. I can only say that this marriage will not last forever. Yuefu was in trouble, but the fairies outside were not particular. Two elders from the small sect came to ask. The meaning of their words was to ask Zuo Jianxian if he wanted to take a concubine, even if it was just a casual marriage... …”

Leave a seed?

Wu Qingwan pursed her lips and said to herself: If Ling Quan hears this, he is not allowed to leave more than a hundred children in Huajunzhou...

Jiang Yi was secretly jealous.

Shangguan Lingye had nothing to say, and she couldn't scold the women outside for being shameless. She could only shake her head and sigh:

"Sword Demon Zuo Ci has a crazy love for swords at first glance, and will not be interested in Yiyun. The chance of coming here this time is slim, and I am afraid I will disappoint those fairies."

"Yes, Qianqiu Yuefu doesn't follow the path of swordsmanship. With Zuo Jianxian's temper, he can come all the way here. The only possibility is that the disciples in the sect don't have the foresight to provoke others..."

"hehe……"

……——

Zuo Lingquan never disappoints!

More than a hundred miles away, the lake reflected the stars in the sky and the autumn moon. The lights on the lakeshore looked like daylight. From a distance, it looked like a fairy market hanging above the sea of ​​stars.

Zuo Lingquan, who had changed into the robe of a secular prince, stood on the bank of Chunchao Lake, looked at the line of sky and water in the distance, and asked:

"Is this Hefeng Qiuyue?"

Next to him, a round-faced little girl wearing a skirt, holding a white dumpling in her arms, shook her head and explained:

"I have never seen Hefeng Qiuyue at the mouth of Chunchao Lake. In fact, let me tell you, the most famous thing here is crabs. Autumn is the time when crabs are at their fattest, and one of them can feed a person..."

"grumble!"

Tuanzi raised his head, looked at Xie Qiutao, spread his wings, and without even thinking about it, he knew that he was saying: "Then why don't you just say, let's go eat..."

…

At noon today, Zuo Lingquan got off the ferry and arrived near Qianqiu Yue Mansion.

There are countless cities around Chunchao Lake, and practitioners have settled in Fengyue City. The place where Zuo Lingquan is currently located is Hongma Street built along the lake in Fengyue City, which is considered an immortal attraction.

The monks who can go here during the Mid-Autumn Festival are all here for the Mid-Autumn Festival of Qianqiu Yuefu. The minority of those who listen to the music are to watch the pretty widow, the famous fairy lady from the major fairy families, walking in Fengyue City. On the streets, you can see one from time to time.

If you want to live on the road to immortality by eating soft food, you must be careful about your clothing and appearance. The young male monks on the street are all well-dressed and elegant. Although this description is not suitable, at a glance, they do look like "Cowherd Street" almost.

Zuo Lingquan didn't come here to choose a mate, but being independent would attract attention, so he followed the locals, put on a young man's robe that he hadn't touched in an unknown number of years, and accompanied Xie Qiutao to wander around the streets.

Zuo Lingquan admired the scenery for a moment, then saw Tuanzi cooing with hunger, so he turned around and said:

"There's nothing to see in the scenery. Let's find a place to stay first. We'll have to find out about the guqin later."

Tang Jingxuan's eyes kept wandering around the street. When he heard this, he joked:

"Young people who can come here, who know how to look at the scenery, are not all here for the beauty. Xiao Zuo, just feel free to look at it boldly, I won't talk about you."

Xie Qiutao also followed: "Yes, the two female immortals over there have been looking at you, and they almost hooked their fingers at you. You don't even look back, you are not giving them face."

Zuo Lingquan was speechless and said to himself: If I really dare to respond, I will have to accompany Tuanzi to listen to you playing the pipa tonight. Jingxun will not let me get in bed...

It was difficult to say these words, so Zuo Lingquan just shook his head and smiled, and entered the market with the two of them.

Fengyue City itself is a huge fairy market. The rivers in the city meet. Stone bridges, willows and green bamboos can be seen everywhere along the small streets, which has the charm of a secular water town.

Zuo Lingquan took the two girls and first found a quiet independent waterside pavilion on the shore of the lake as a place to stay. Then he bought the dumplings a steamed autumn crab that was bigger than the dumplings. After the dumplings were full, they went together. I went out to inquire about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The so-called Mid-Autumn Festival is actually the annual sect celebration of Qianqiu Yuefu. The disciples of the sect will compete in Chunchao Lake and monks from other sects who are good at music and rhythm will also come to join in the fun, because there are too many fairies with outstanding appearance. Over time, he became famous, which is a relatively rare and elegant thing in spiritual practice.

Men and women monks talking about this matter can be seen everywhere on the street. The fairy family even held a special lecture to discuss the fairy master who would be present.

The Immortal Family is a relatively special industry. It sells items such as low-quality exercises, formation diagrams, and elixir prescriptions used by wealthy families to make extra money, as well as various mountain and river atlases, ancient books and scrolls, etc.

Originally, the business was half-dead, but with the rise of special magic tools such as the Sky Escape Tower and the Moon in the Water, it also has the function of a 'newspaper office'. Basically every sect has one, which is used to control external public opinion and enhance the sect's reputation. authoritative.

Not long after Zuo Lingquan was wandering on the street, Xie Qiutao took him to a restaurant called Bafangzhai.

In the lobby on the first floor, there was an old man telling stories with lots of words in his mouth, but he did not tell about the Mid-Autumn Festival that had happened a few days ago, but the "Blood on the Sword Mountain" that happened a few days ago:

"...I saw the 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci', holding a snow-fronted long sword, three feet three inches long, with a pearl in its tail and a dragon's mouth. It was so sharp that it was hard to see. Speaking of the origin of this sword, it's incredible. , according to the expert, it was forged by the previous founder of Guigu Gorge himself, and he killed the old dragon in Beihai and adopted it as the sword spirit..."? ?

Zuo Lingquan stood behind the crowd and listened for a long time before realizing that he was talking about himself. He lowered his head and glanced at the unattractive Xuanming Sword on his waist, and thought to himself: Does this thing have a sword spirit? And what the hell is a sword demon?

Zuo Lingquan was really embarrassed to hear his story told by an outsider, but Xie Qiutao enjoyed it and Tang Jingxuan was also very interested. He couldn't displease the two of them, so he walked alone to the bookshelf on the wall to look at it.

The books that can be placed outside are the best-sellers of the spiritual practice, the idle books that record various anecdotes, and the successful autobiographies of the immortal masters.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at the bookshelf and saw a row of "Vixen Illustrated Books" on the top, with the emblem of the Eight-Armed Xuanmen below. He was a little surprised, so he asked the clerk to get a copy and read it for criticism.

The result is a real vixen, with fangs and claws in strange shapes...

When Zuo Lingquan was speechless, he suddenly noticed something strange from the corner of his eye.

There were many people inside, evenly divided between men and women. Most of them were standing in the hall listening to the old man telling stories. The serious fairy books were placed on the second floor. From time to time, someone could be seen entering and walking up the stairs to the second floor.

Zuo Lingquan was standing by the wall, flipping through a book. On the right side of his body was the stairs going upstairs. At this time, a female cultivator was walking up the stairs.

The female cultivator is dressed more normally, with her hair tied up in a woman's bun and a flower hairpin. She is wearing a holly-colored autumn skirt, which is looser and does not show off her figure very much, but she can tell that she has a good figure.

Female nuns dressed like this can be seen everywhere on the street, and there is nothing surprising about them.

But as Zuo Lingquan glanced out of the corner of his eye, he always felt that something was wrong.

This woman's butt looks a bit familiar...

This idea is a bit strange, but it really looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

Zuo Lingquan's sword practice requires speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. He needs to capture the slightest changes in his opponent in a very short period of time. His insight has been extremely delicate since he was a child. Even if it is blocked by a skirt, he can visually inspect the body shape under the skirt. Every penny.

Zuo Lingquan did not believe that he would have an illusion. He recalled all the female cultivators he had looked at after arriving in Huajunzhou. He felt that they looked a bit like the maid serving tea and water in Duobaotan. However, careful comparison revealed subtle differences. Memory There is nothing similar in it, but there is a sense of déjà vu.

"..."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know why, and thought to himself: Could it be that it's been too long since I haven't played with my tail, and I'm hallucinating?

This is obviously impossible.

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while and felt something was strange. Seeing Qiutao and Jingxun still listening to books, he said hello, "I'll go hang out upstairs." He went up the stairs alone.

On the second floor, there are all well-edited books, most of which come from large sects. There are cultivation experiences compiled by famous masters, as well as classics about Taoism by experts, which are of high value. There is also a statue of an old Confucian scholar against the wall. , holding a scroll, a writing brush, and an incense altar in front of him.

Most of the people who are interested in these books are casual cultivators. There are about ten people on the second floor, none of whom have sect badges. They are looking for volumes in front of various bookshelves, with assistants looking after them.

The female cultivator with the hairpin looked like she was also selecting books. She walked slowly to a bookshelf and looked around. There was nothing special about her behavior.

Zuo Lingquan was suspicious, but he couldn't stare at the female cultivator's butt. After a little probing to no avail, he simply walked up to him and said with a smile:

"Fellow Taoist is right..."

Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to strike up a conversation based on the types of books on the bookshelf by saying something like, "Fellow Taoist, are you also interested in Feng Shui physiognomy?"

But Zuo Lingquan walked in and scanned the bookshelf, only to find that there were "Twenty-eight Styles of Spring Tide", "Secrets of the Jade House" and "Instructions on House Art"...

I'm crazy...

Zuo Lingquan almost choked to death on a mouthful of old blood. His old face, which had not changed color even as the mountain collapsed in front of him, could no longer hold back. He swallowed his next words and turned into:

"Are you familiar with it? Do you know where the training experience related to sword cultivation is stored?"

The guy standing not far away shook his head slightly and looked away, looking like "These young people, ugh...".

When the young woman with a hairpin heard the voice, she turned her head and glanced at Mr. Pianpianjia beside her. Her face turned red and she said softly:

"Master, um... I am a married woman. You... if you want to get to know me, I am nothing. I am just afraid that my Taoist partner will misunderstand..."

The voice is soft and waxy, and the appearance is attractive, which I have never seen before.

But Zuo Lingquan always felt a bit familiar, so he hesitated and continued:

"Fellow Taoist, I misunderstood. I don't mean anything else. I just didn't see the relevant books. Find someone to ask..."

Before Zuo Lingquan finished speaking, another woman's voice came from behind:

"Ms. sir, if you are interested in swordsmanship, why bother asking others? Isn't it available here?"

Zuo Lingquan turned around and saw Jingxun standing on the stairs of the second floor at some point, looking at him sourly like a jealous little daughter-in-law. ?

Although there was no change in appearance and figure, the tone of voice between Jingxun and Ancestor was so different that even though he deliberately acted like a little wife, Zuo Lingquan still recognized Jingxun at a glance as being possessed by the Ancestor.

When Zuo Lingquan saw his ancestor coming, he naturally didn't hold on to the young woman's hairpin. After saying "Sorry", he came to the stairs:

"Why are you here?"

The woman with the flower hairpin seemed to be afraid of being misunderstood, so she quickly went downstairs with her head lowered.

Zuo Lingquan's doubts still lingered in his mind. He looked at the plump young woman's back as she came downstairs, and couldn't help but look at her familiar buttocks.

As a result, the young wife next to him raised her hand and grabbed his waist, and said with a smile:

"Ms. sir, what are you looking at?"

"hiss"

It was probably the first time that Zuo Lingquan knew that Jingxun's hand could be so strong. He gasped when he was pinched and quickly looked away:

"Daughter-in-law, I was wrong..."

From the outside, the scene looked like young Taoist monks. They were having troubles because the men were dishonest and the women were jealous. Naturally, they did not attract the attention of the people in the room. Only a few women who were selecting books couldn't help laughing.

Ancestor Shangguan grabbed Zuo Lingquan's waist and held on, feeling a little confused in his heart.

Just now she was meditating in the Peach Blossom Cave when the old peach blossom witch suddenly contacted her and said:

"Tangtang, it's unfortunate that I've been exposed. This brat has set his sights on me for some reason. Come and help me out..."

Ancestor Shangguan was quite surprised to hear that Zuo Lingquan had seen through Lord Peach Blossom's disguise and was even preparing to find out the anonymous protector.

But when I came over and took a look, I found that Zuo Lingquan didn't seem to notice anything strange. It was more like he had taken a liking to the old witch's round and plump buttocks and ran over to strike up a conversation!

Ancestor Shangguan wasn’t quite sure of Zuo Lingquan’s original intention, so he asked with a smile:

"Where did you go wrong?"

Zuo Lingquan responded smoothly despite the pain. He didn't feel that he was at fault. He looked at his little wife beside him:

"I just think this woman looks familiar. Please be cautious when going out. Come and investigate..."

Ancestor Shangguan was dubious:

"What looks familiar?"

"Forehead……"

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze slightly, hesitating for a moment, then lowered his head and leaned close to her ear.

Ancestor Shangguan tilted his head slightly, but did not avoid it completely. Then he heard Zuo Lingquan whisper:

"Butt. This woman's butt looks familiar..."? !

Ancestor Shangguan never expected to hear this strange answer, and thought to himself: Even if that is the case, do you know the old witch’s butt very well? You can find something strange in this. How long have you been staring at it before?

Shangguan Patriarch's eyes turned cold, and before he could speak, Zuo Lingquan raised his finger to the sky:

"I swear to God, I definitely noticed something strange and came up to chat with her... No, it was probing. This is the most basic caution when going out, wife, don't you think so?"

"..."

Ancestor Shangguan thought about it for a while and felt that although it was a bit strange, with Zuo Lingquan's understanding, it was not impossible to detect the strangeness through these details, so he let go of Zuo Lingquan's waist:

"I believe you once."

Zuo Lingquan rubbed his waist with his hands and asked again:

"Is there something wrong with me? Is there something wrong with this woman?"

Shangguan Ancestor did not answer directly because Zuo Lingquan noticed the strangeness himself. If she denied it, Zuo Lingquan would definitely ignore the strangeness next time, which would be fatal at some point. She hesitated for a moment:

"He has good eyesight, but this person is not vigilant. It has nothing to do with you."

"No need to be vigilant..."

Zuo Lingquan looked slightly confused, so there was no need to be wary, that meant he was not an enemy. If he looked familiar, it meant he might have seen him before...

Zuo Lingquan thought of something and leaned closer to ask:

"Could this female cultivator be the guardian assigned to me by my senior?"

Ancestor Shangguan shook his head: "I haven't arranged a guardian for you, so don't expect anyone to save you in times of crisis. Just be careful in everything."

"Then this person..."

Ancestor Shangguan couldn't explain to the sentimental old witch, so he simply turned cold.

Zuo Lingquan shut up.

Ancestor Shangguan wanted to leave, but she glanced at the second floor and found a wooden statue next to the wall. After taking a look at it, she walked slowly over and lit incense sticks on the statue.

The guy, who had been paying attention to the flirting Taoist couple, saw this and asked:

"Little fairy, do you know this statue?"

Ancestor Shangguan nodded slightly: "I've heard of it."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know why. He walked up to him and looked at it for a few times, then asked:

"Then I am ignorant. Who is this expert?"

The guy looked a little proud and introduced:

"There is a strange man from my eight-armed Xuanmen ancestor, named 'Mr. Iron Pen'. He is not very good, but he has written hundreds of books in his life, which are widely circulated in Jiuzhou. It is said that even an immortal king on the mountain looks at him. I grew up with books..."

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were surprised, and he guessed that the immortal king was probably the young daughter-in-law beside him. He asked curiously:

"Really? Is there any book compiled by this old gentleman in the building? I would like to take a look at it."

"The old gentleman became famous only after he died hundreds of years ago. The book has not been handed down, but everyone in the sect has reorganized some of it through the dictation of his disciples."

The clerk said, taking out a set of books from the library and handing them to Zuo Lingquan:

"The people who read the old gentleman's books back then are now either Immortal Lords or Immortal Lords. This set of books has been snatched up as soon as it came out. This set is reserved for regular customers. If you like it, Taoist friends, I will give it to you first. A set of ten volumes. Just thirty white jade beads..."

Zuo Lingquan looked at the names on the side of the book, "The Domineering Martial God", "The Merciless Sword Fairy", "The Fairy Is Very Fierce"...

What the hell is this?

No wonder he became famous hundreds of years after his death. Can anyone see this?

Zuo Lingquan looked at the Shangguan Patriarch next to him again and hesitated to speak.

The Shangguan Ancestor showed no expression, took the book, took thirty pieces of private money from the quiet Linglong Pavilion, threw it to the waiter, turned around and went downstairs.

"Oh, Fairy is so heroic. I'm so embarrassed that you didn't even reduce the price. I'll give you two more copies..."

Zuo Lingquan caught the books thrown to him by the store clerk and casually scanned "The Twenty-Eight Styles of Spring Tide".

"cough……"

Zuo Lingquan quickly put back his sleeves and followed his ancestor:

"Daughter-in-law, do you like reading this kind of books?"

Ancestor Shangguan threw the set of books to Zuo Lingquan and said calmly:

"The old gentleman's original works have been lost long ago. These are just made up by future generations, who bought them to take care of their business."

"Oh..."

Zuo Lingquan followed him downstairs and wanted to ask a few more questions, but the wife in front of him paused and her temperament changed a little.

"This woman is so shameless, she used my money to take care of the business..."

This time it was Jingxuan.

Zuo Lingquan signaled not to say anything, so as not to be noticed by others, and walked up to her and said:

"It's my husband's, I'll give it to you later."

"Your money is mine, and she wasted our money..."

Tang Jingxuan has always been frugal. She was really annoyed when she spent thirty white jade beads, which was three thousand taels of silver, to buy a few broken books that no one wanted.

But there were so many people around, so she couldn't say much, and went downstairs muttering...

The burst of updates a few days ago disrupted my work and rest schedule, so the writing was a bit bland orz.