The fairy is fierce

The next day.

The lake's light, autumn water and warm sunshine together outline a beautiful picture of a fairyland in another world.

In the center of the Liyue Palace, there are three adjacent islands, connected by suspended corridor bridges. The area separated by them is called the Moon Lake, which can be regarded as the "square in front of the palace" of Qianqiu Yuefu.

The main hall of the sect is located on Kuigu Island in the east, where the Qianqiu Yuefu Patriarch Hall is located. There is a majestic drum beating platform between the pavilions, where a giant drum with the Qianqiu Yuefu emblem is placed, and the buildings below are staggered and overlapping.

On the suspended covered bridge leading to the main hall of the sect, four women in costumes walked slowly.

The cold beauty at the head has a graceful and noble manner, and her eyes are on the Moon Lake; the three women behind her are focusing on her, with different expressions.

Jiang Yi's red dress is like a fire, her makeup is gorgeous, but her eyes are sour. She is looking at the proud concubine in front of her, and she is still muttering:

"I went over to ask about the situation, just a few words, and I didn't come back until noon yesterday. Which mouth did you use to ask? Huh?"

Wu Qingwan folded her hands on her waist, with a quiet and elegant temperament, and spoke softly:

"I still have a question. Lingye has a tough mouth. He can't say harsh words when he reunites with a man after a long absence. Naturally, he has to ask in a pink and tender place."

Leng Zhu's face turned red and he pretended not to understand.

Although Shangguan Lingye suffered a lot at night and was a little unbearable to look back on, he was still satisfied where he should be. The moistening rain after a long drought gave his snowy cheeks a somewhat moisturized luster.

Shangguan Lingye felt a little ashamed when she heard the two sisters mocking her for eating alone behind her back. Plus, what happened last night was too hard to talk about. She was afraid that the two would know, so she explained:

"I originally went over to ask about the situation, but you don't know his temper yet? He just said, 'I came at the right time,' and he started to use both soft and hard tactics. I thought I couldn't walk away, and there was nothing I could do."

Jiang Yi didn't believe it at all: "You can't help it? If you really want to leave, can he hold you down?"

"Yes, Quan'er never forces a woman. If you really don't agree, he will force it? Look, your walking posture is wrong. You were trained very hard last night, right? I came together today and found that the water in Chunchao Lake has risen. A few feet away, Quan'er's house might be flooded..."

Leng Zhu couldn't understand what he heard and asked curiously:

"What does it have to do with the rising water in Spring Tide Lake?"

Jiang Yi's face was a little red, but she still explained: "When this foxy girl becomes wild, it's like a river overflowing. It has more water than my aunt."

"oh……"? ?

Wu Qingwan's eyes darkened slightly, and she glanced at Jiang Yi. She felt that this girl didn't have any awareness of "the same hatred of the enemy", so how could she be ridiculed at the same time?

Shangguan Lingye was ridiculed in this way, and he was inevitably embarrassed, but his expression remained calm and calm. He only paused slightly and looked down to make sure that there was nothing unusual in his footsteps.

After all, all she could think about now was how embarrassed she felt when she found another way, and she felt strange and uneasy behind her back.

While the four of them were chatting, they arrived at the main hall of Yuefu on Kuigu Island. The master of the palace was sitting there, while Mrs. Xue was entertaining the female guests. Shangguan Lingye was still watching the ceremony near Mrs. Xue.

The Mid-Autumn Festival will only start at noon. The monks who come from all over the world to join in the fun gradually arrive on cruise ships. Most of them board the two accompanying islands. Some people stand directly on the cruise ship and watch from a distance under the suspended verandah.

The water of Wangyue Lake is as clear as a mirror. There are many platforms level with the water surface near the three islands. Fairies and immortal masters who are good at music perform on the stage and communicate with friends from all walks of life. There is also a large platform in the center of Wangyue Lake. The stage, because the Mid-Autumn Festival has not started yet, no one went up.

The main hall of Yuefu is facing the Moon Lake. It is a palace and pavilion facing the water. Many immortals have already taken their seats. Others are coming one after another. From time to time, the voices of people calling for friends can be heard:

"Prince Wang, nice to meet you..."

"It's only been ten years since I last saw you. Xiao Yunli has grown into a big girl. Which young hero are you standing here looking around?"

"Oh~ I'm not waiting for anyone..."

…

After Shangguan Lingye took his seat to watch the ceremony, the two girls next to him finally stopped and began to look for traces of the figure in the vast sea of ​​people around Moon Moon Lake.

Shangguan Lingye searched around but couldn't find it, so he turned his attention to the guests seated in the main hall.

In addition to the noble sons of wealthy families who appeared on the cruise ship, there were also senior elders of foreign sects and heads of aristocratic families in the main hall. Shangguan Lingye came to Huajunzhou for the first time, so he might have heard the names, but he didn't recognize them.

According to his status, Shangguan Lingye is a member of the top immortal family everywhere. Naturally, he cannot take the initiative to chat with these polite people. When no one comes to visit, he just chats with Yahe who is receiving him.

Not far away, people from Yingyang Immortal Palace were already taking their seats in the main hall.

Originally, according to their identities, the location of Yingyang Immortal Palace should be near Shangguan Lingye, but the two sides had a conflict on the cruise ship. Mrs. Xue very considerately separated the seats, not far apart but isolated by the flower and bird landscape, so that they could not see each other. .

Among the seats in an elegant environment, Dongfang Yunzhi, who was wearing a white dress and a not-so-good-looking face, sat alone behind a long desk, playing the beautifully crafted lyre in front of her.

Zhou Mu sat next to him and scanned the crowd around Moon Moon Lake. When he saw Dongfang Yunzhi, who always liked the feeling of stars holding the moon, he sat here without saying anything and said:

"Yunzhi, I have already said hello to Mr. Sanzhu, and I will teach that Dongzhou barbarian a lesson in public today..."

Dongfang Yunzhi was unruly and not stupid, so he said coldly:

"Sword Demon Zuo Ci scolded you in public, what does it have to do with me? Do you think I'm angry about this? It's an offense to Yingyang Immortal Palace. As a disciple, you don't go up and risk your life. Instead, you go to Mrs. Xue for help. The sect's My face has been completely ruined by you.”

Dongfang Yunzhi dared to scold Zhou Mu, but Zhou Mu didn't have the guts to scold the ancestor's descendants. He could only shake his head and said:

"I have been your reading companion since I was a child. I studied music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. I am really not good at fighting in the ring. That barbarian is a swordsman. Using force to suppress others is equivalent to using a long weapon to attack a weak person. It is not reasonable at all. If we compete on the piano and chess, how can I be afraid of him?"

Dongfang Yunzhi did not deny this, but said:

"You know that the other party is a barbarian. What's the use of asking Mr. Sanzhu to scold him for being rude? If you want to scold him, you should scold Shangguan Lingye. She is obviously an ignorant country woman, but she comes here to pretend to be elegant..."

"Don't worry, I have made arrangements. The barbarian will not be able to come to Taiwan today. They are all from Dongzhou. If the barbarian is embarrassed, he is also slapping Shangguan Lingye in the face..."

When the two of them were talking, Dongfang Yunzhi suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the moon pool.

Zhou Mu followed and looked at the crowds of people on the two adjacent islands of Moon Moon Lake. There were fairies and immortal masters performing folk arts on more than a dozen round platforms by the lake. Dongfang Yunzhi was looking at one of the round platforms, with a round platform wearing a traditional skirt. The little girl with a beautiful face is adjusting the pipa in preparation for a performance.

Dang Dang Dang

"Is there something wrong with this person?"

"I don't know. The sound of this pipa is very special."

"Hmm... the sound is really rich, and... it's similar to playing cotton in the ordinary world. Can this thing play a tune?"

"Can cotton be played?"

"..."

……——

Zuo Lingquan took a cruise ship, crossed hundreds of miles of the lake, and arrived at Ganfeng Island in the Riyue Palace in the early hours of this morning.

Because the sect's celebration hadn't started yet, Jingxun, Qiu Tao, and I stood at the edge of the Moon Pond, watching the performances of the casual cultivators and small sect disciples outside.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Party of Qianqiu Yuefu is an occasion for artistic exchanges. As long as you have some ability, you can get on stage. If you don't have the ability, the deacons of Qianqiu Yuefu will not stop you. However, no matter how thick-skinned a normal person is, they will not do it on such a big occasion. It's embarrassing to mess around.

The monks who perform on stage outside are not as good as those from famous families, but there are also many female monks with outstanding looks.

Zuo Lingquan stood by the pool and watched for a long time. He also saw a female cultivator in cool clothes dancing on the stage. She didn't know if she was from the 'Hehuan Sect'. Anyway, the dancing posture was so seductive and the twisting of the waist and hips were all inappropriate. He hinted that the dumplings were covering their eyes: "Chi chi chi chi..." and said something like "this woman is more slutty than her mother".

It's a pity that before Zuo Lingquan even took a second look, he was grabbed by Jingxun and pulled away. He listened to a bad old man playing the erhu for a long time without looking at anything.

After Xie Qiutao arrived at the Liyue Palace in the early morning, she signed up with the deacon of Qianqiu Yuefu, but there were too many people in line. By the time it was her turn, the sect's celebration was about to begin.

Xie Qiutao has a lively and outgoing personality. She has no stage fright in the spotlight and is eager to try out the iron pipa.

Zuo Lingquan and Tang Jingxun were a little on tenterhooks, especially Tuanzi, biting the hem of Xie Qiutao's skirt and signaling, "Taotao, don't be impulsive. People can be unafraid of death, but they can't die in society and be reviled forever."

Zuo Lingquan couldn't say that Qiutao's skills were not good. Anyway, it was a communication occasion. After a moment of hesitation, he encouraged him:

"Don't worry, I will punish anyone who dares to laugh at you."

Xie Qiutao was not very satisfied with these words: "Master Zuo, don't you believe me? I used to play for fun, but when I get serious, I'm very good at it.

Zuo Lingquan was dubious and watched as Taotao, who vowed to become famous today, jumped onto the round platform by the lake.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of monks, Xie Qiutao sat down with her pipa in her arms, adjusted her posture slightly, and after finding a familiar rhythm, she began to perform the piece she had practiced for many days:

"Dangdang~"

result……

It cannot be said of playing cotton. The music is very cheerful and paired with the deep and thick tone of the iron pipa, it has a unique flavor.

However, Xie Qiutao has taken it as his own duty to conquer demons since he was a child. He mainly focuses on the music and temperament techniques passed down by his family. He does not have a deep research on simple music. If he wants to suppress Qianqiu Yuefu by himself, he is still a little behind.

But even so, Xie Qiutao's performance on the stage far exceeded that of most of the casual cultivators who came here. The onlookers were first surprised by the timbre of the pipa, and finally were attracted by the music, with countless nodding in approval.

The masters sitting in the main hall of Yuefu also heard this special pipa music. After listening for a moment, the female Xiu Yahe said:

"The music played by this girl has some shadows of northern music. After the decline of Beishouzhou, most of the Xuanwutai and other immortal families disappeared, and the inheritance was also broken. It is rarely heard nowadays."

Shangguan Lingye and others, who were worried about Xie Qiutao, secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

Dang Dang Dang

At the end of the song, there was a moment of silence by the lakeside, and then there was a warm clap of applause.

Xie Qiutao was a little proud. She bowed with her pipa in her arms and jumped off the stage. After everyone was attracted by the female cultivator who was performing next, she ran to Zuo Lingquan:

"Master Zuo, how are you doing?"

Tuanzi squatted in Tang Jingxuan's arms and responded with "Chiji~", which should have been: "If you played like this before, the little turtle would have recognized you as your master a long time ago. Birds thought you could only play cotton."

Zuo Lingquan was filled with admiration: "It's an eye-opener, it sounds great."

Xie Qiutao was a little dissatisfied and said with a smile:

"This compliment is so insincere. Mr. Zuo, don't you know how to recite poetry? I play so hard, why don't you compose an impromptu poem to praise me?"

Tang Jingxuan also nodded: "Yes, in such a literary occasion, since you are here, you must join in the fun, or you can also recite a poem?"

"Yes, yes..."

"Ji~"

Zuo Lingquan was not good at reciting poems at that time, but Qiutao's eyes were so eager, he pondered for a while, and still said a literary sentence:

"Well... Turn the axis and pluck the strings three or two times, and the melody is already emotional before it is formed. The strings are suppressed... suppressed... I forgot the rest."

Xie Qiutao waited eagerly, very disappointed:

"At least you want a complete poem, you don't have to evaluate the song, you can praise the beauty, describe the scenery, it's all fine."

"Okay, well... geese, geese, geese, singing to the sky with curved necks..."

" The poem is good... But are there any geese here? Tuanzi doesn't count, it has no neck..."

"Ji?"

"Okay, let's change one... There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent. One look from her can make a city fall, another look can make a country fall..."

"Well~ That's more like it, but it doesn't sound like it's talking about me..."

"Hehe..."

...——

Time passed by little by little as the three of them talked and laughed. As the sun rose to the sky, the master of Qianqiu Music House climbed up the drum tower on Kuigu Island and beat the giant drum with the sect's emblem:

Dongdongdong

The drum sounded like thunder, and it could be heard hundreds of miles away. The monks gathered near the Liyue Palace also stopped talking and looked at the main hall of the Music House on Kuigu Island.

The Mid-Autumn Festival of the Music House is a rare literary and artistic exchange occasion for the cultivation path. There are not many talented people in the cultivation path, but there are countless masters who have reached the pinnacle of the arts such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

No matter how talented Zuo Lingquan is, he is just a layman here. He can't do anything except watching and listening to the sound and looking at the beautiful fairies.

The purpose of the three people coming here is to see the ancient zither of the Qu family. Mr. Sanzhu, who is responsible for playing the zither, is an important guest of this Mid-Autumn Festival and was arranged to play it in the evening. Before that, various famous masters came on stage to show what they learned.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao stood by the Moon Viewing Lake at first. Later, Tuanzi was hungry, so he found a secluded pavilion and sat in it to eat and watch, just like attending a party.

They waited for a whole day, and when night fell, the white moon like a quiet buttocks rose from the lake, and the main show finally began.

Under the attention of everyone, Mr. Sanzhu, with gray hair, climbed onto the platform in the middle of the lake that was level with the water surface. Under the background of moonlight and lights, he played the famous ancient zither.

Dongdong

The sound of the zither was melodious and the meaning of the song was high and lonely.

Zuo Lingquan listened quietly, but after a long time... he didn't understand.

He turned to look at Xie Qiutao next to him: "Is this the fairy-quality zither? It doesn't sound as good as your cotton-spinning."

Xie Qiutao was considered a half-expert in music, and shook her head:

"The artistic conception of the song is too high, and ordinary people can't understand it. This is for the masters of zither."

Tang Jingyan sat sideways on the beauty's backrest, rubbing her dozing balls:

"If no one can understand it, what kind of good song is it?"

"Alas, people are like this. Others say they are great, and if they don't understand it, they will be laughed at, so they have to pretend to understand it, and look down on those who don't understand it. And things that everyone can understand, no matter how good they are, are of the lowest class. If you don't belittle them, you can't show the identity of those people..."

Zuo Lingquan was not interested in the zither music, so he didn't respond, but just chuckled.

Soon, the song on the lake ended. Mr. Sanzhu sat quietly for a long time, and after he had done his best, he stood up and bowed to the people around him.

There were many cheers and comments from tens of thousands of monks on the three islands, but no one knew whether they really understood or just pretended to understand.

However, the qin masters in the main hall of the Yuefu should have understood it. Madam Xue praised:

"This song, sir, deserves the word 'heavenly music'."

Mr. Sanzhu stood in the center of the lake, bowed to Madam Xue, and after a few humble words, he turned his eyes to the monks on the three surrounding islands:

"Today, I came to Qianqiu Yuefu because I admire Qianqiu Yuefu's tradition of 'emphasizing rituals and music' for thousands of years. However, some Taoist friends present may not understand why a mountain-top family would go to great lengths to teach the world's cultivators what 'rituals' are; with the foundation of Qianqiu Yuefu, according to the rule of 'the strong are respected', it is still a mountain-top family, why do these things that have nothing to do with the longevity path."

Mr. Sanzhu turned his head and looked at Madam Xue:

"Mr. Xue, can you explain it to the Taoist friends present?"

Qianqiu Yuefu does this every year, and its original intention is to instill the concept of ritual and music education that has been passed down by the sect to the present.

Mrs. Xue did not mind this question and responded:

"Under the way of heaven, there is no distinction between noble and humble people. The reason why humans can become the leaders of all spirits is not because the way of heaven favors the human race, but because humans themselves understand "etiquette", or "rules". With the rules that are practiced by the world, secular dynasties, cities, and towns can appear, and the immortals can have large and small sects; with etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, people know what is right and wrong, and what a real man should do and what he should not do. This is the foundation for the human race to grow stronger."

Mrs. Xue stood up and looked at the Taoist friends present:

"Etiquette is the shackles that the ancient sages put on people. It is of no benefit to the strong, but it is because of this shackle that people can be called "people". Without this shackle, people are no different from birds and beasts in the world.

"The human race has gone through thousands of disasters and finally cultivated into "people" and embarked on the path of cultivation, but abandoned all of these and became "power-oriented" and only cared about the road to longevity. Then no matter how high your Taoism is, you are still "monsters" in the eyes of people and will never be worthy of the word "immortal". ”

There is definitely nothing wrong with these words. Those who practiced on the spot may not necessarily practice them, but they all understood this principle and nodded.

Mr. Sanzhu bowed to Mrs. Xue and continued:

"Mrs. Xue's words are simple and shocking, and she made the weight of the word "rules" very clear. But there are always some people in this world who, after a little practice, begin to follow the principle of "whoever has the bigger fist is right", and forget the things taught by their ancestors. Others dare not respond due to force, but I just want to say a few words today."

When Mrs. Xue heard Mr. Sanzhu mention the word "rules", she guessed that he had something to say, and did not respond.

Mr. Sanzhu stood in the center of Wangyue Lake and scanned the crowd around him:

"I heard yesterday that Mrs. Xue sat in the east and invited guests to go to the river mouth to enjoy the beautiful scenery of "River Wind and Autumn Moon". On the way, many immortal children were on the cruise ship to exchange piano music..."

The monks watching realized that something was wrong and calmed down to look at the center of the lake.

Mr. Sanzhu recounted what happened on the ferry, and then said:

"... Dongzhou immortals are not good at music, and there is nothing wrong with what Zhou Mu said. The Dongzhou swordsman was uncomfortable with what he said, and he could have competed on the piano platform with his skills, but he climbed onto the piano platform and spoke ill of him with the hilt of his sword in his hand."

Mr. Sanzhu looked angry and glanced at the people around him:

"I would like to ask everyone, does this count as not knowing the rules?"

The many cultivators on the three islands looked at each other and felt that it was difficult to comment on this.

Although the "Sword Demon Zuo Ci" was domineering and arrogant, he did not break the rules. He killed whoever he should kill in Duobaotan, and did not kill him in the single duel on Luojianshan. He was polite when he should end the matter, and there was nothing wrong with it.

As for what happened on the cruise ship yesterday, Zhou Mu was mean, and it was natural for Zuo Ci to curse him when he was unhappy, but he did not really draw his sword.

But if we really want to exaggerate, Zhou Mu said that Dongzhou was not good at music, and Zuo Ci should start with music to refute. Using force to shut the other party up does have the meaning of using force to suppress others.

In the main hall of Yuefu, Shangguan Lingye frowned, knowing that this situation was not easy to handle, and secretly thought about countermeasures.

Not far away, Zhou Mu, who was watching the show, showed a bit of coldness in his eyes as if he had avenged his great revenge.

Today, Mr. Sanzhu was asked to find trouble in public. "Sword Demon Zuo Ci" did not show up to find trouble, which meant that his behavior was inconsistent, and most of the impression of "not easy to mess with" left by Luojian Mountain was lost.

But what if the Sword Demon Zuo Ci came out?

If Mr. Sanzhu wanted to rely on Yingyang Fairy Palace, he would not be forced to surrender to force like Zhou Mu. Mr. Sanzhu insisted on the rules, and the Sword Demon Zuo Ci could really beat him up?

Let’s not talk about whether Qianqiu Music House will intervene. Even if Zuo Ci really shuts up Mr. Sanzhu, he will be called an unreasonable and rough man. This is not a good reputation. Anyway, no matter how he handles it today, he will suffer a loss.

Zhou Mu glanced at the crowd, wanting to see how the rough man who dared to threaten him in public would react now.

Mr. Sanzhu in the center of the lake still reprimanded in a deep voice:

"When you hear something you don't like, you use your fighting power to suppress others. In my opinion, you are no different from a demon. Today, in front of everyone, I said that the Juejian Immortal Sect doesn't understand music. What will the old sword god do? Will he use the Tongshen sword technique to threaten me to shut up and never say this again?"

Mr. Sanzhu turned his eyes to everyone:

"He, 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci', is also a sword practitioner. When he heard Zhou Mu say that Dongzhou was not good at music, he jumped out in a hurry and used force to shut Zhou Mu up. Then I will say it again today, 'Dongzhou's cultural heritage is broken, no one teaches, and is not good at music'. Will you jump out today?"

Boom

Before he finished speaking, the sound of breaking wind suddenly rose.

Mr. Sanzhu's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked over, but saw a figure rising into the sky from Ganfeng Island.

The figure was wearing a robe with cloud patterns, with two swords hanging from his waist. He flew up to the air and overlapped with the silver moon in the sky. Then, like a god descending from the sky, he smashed directly into the center of the lake with a fierce momentum.

"Wow"

"Really came out?!"

"Sure enough, it lives up to its reputation..."

"So handsome~..."

The noise continued, and the fairies and immortal masters watching on the three islands were stunned.

Even the many masters in the main hall of the Yuefu were stunned. They didn't expect that the sword demon Zuo Ci really dared to jump out. What can you, a sword cultivator, do if you jump out?

He jumped so arrogantly, as if he was going to step on Mr. Sanzhu to death.

Perhaps they were afraid that this reckless man would really kill Mr. Sanzhu in public, so several masters of Qianqiu Yuefu stood up.

Boom

But in the blink of an eye, the white-robed figure fell from the air and landed on the platform in the center of the lake, causing a ring-like ripple.

The ripples spread from the platform to the three brightly lit surrounding islands, and the center of the ripples was the terrifying Zuo Lingquan and the terrified Mr. Sanzhu.

Mr. Sanzhu was so frightened that he took a few steps back and almost fell into the lake. He put his hands in front of his chest and looked at the cold and stern young man who was close at hand:

"You...you..."

The whole audience was silent. Looking at the two people confronting each other, they were a little nervous, thinking that this sword fairy who was famous for his domineering would strike Mr. Sanzhu with a sword in the next moment.

But under the attention of everyone, Zuo Lingquan put one hand behind his back, his face was cold, and he did not move.

Because Zuo Lingquan's heart was more unprepared than everyone else present:

What am I doing? !

Why did he jump out?

Sister Yingying, are you kidding me? What should I do now? I can't stab him with a sword...

...——

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