The fairy is fierce

The sword energy piercing the sky distorted the light and shadow of the clouds on the lake, but there was no wind or waves on the fishing platform by the lake. Only a white-haired old man sat cross-legged with a fishing rod in his hand, staring at the millions of broken swords at the bottom of the lake. ♦♦  ♦♦

Although the swords were broken, the spirit and energy in the swords were still there. Even if ordinary people looked at the bottom of the lake, they would be trembling all over and unable to recover from the sword pool. However, the white-haired old man turned a blind eye and just used the fishing line on the fishing rod to carefully sense the "life" of each sword, whether passionate or sad.

The top of the cliff behind the sword pool is where the ancestral hall of the Juejian Xianzong is located.

At dusk, two figures stood on the edge of the stone cliff, looking at the sword pool below.

The leader was a woman. Although she was wearing a plain dress, she had a mature and beautiful temperament. She was Zhao Linglong, the wife of the leader of the Juejian Xianzong and the aunt of Miss Qiu.

The person behind is the swordsman ‘Shi Er Lang’, who carries an unsheathed sword on his back. The sword is three feet and three inches long, and is silver-white. The two characters ‘Du Long’ are engraved on the blade, which is the name of the sword and also the name of ‘Jian Yi’.

Zhao Linglong stared at the sword pool below, frowned slightly, and said softly:

"...The direct descendant of the female warrior of Dongzhou will visit the Juejian Immortal Sect soon. Judging from the route of his visit, it was a sudden decision; the sword demon Zuo Ci, who came from the same nine sects, must be familiar with Shangguan Lingye, and the sword demon Zuo Ci may also come..."

Shi Erlang was a little unhappy when he heard this:

"The reputation of the sword demon Zuo Ci has been a little too big recently. There was a commotion at Luojian Mountain, and most of the sword sects in Huajunzhou were suppressed by Dongzhou. After the fall of Pofeng City, the sects outside all had opinions, saying that the Juejian Immortal Sect is the leader of the sword sects in the world, and an outsider is making trouble in Huajunzhou, but no one has stepped forward to suppress the other party's arrogance..."

Zhao Linglong could see the disciple's thoughts and said calmly:

"You are dissatisfied with being called a 'little sword demon', right?"

Shi Erlang is one of the young leaders of the Juejian Immortal Sect. In previous years, he had the reputation of 'the fastest sword in the same realm' and has never lost since he became famous.

But when Zuo Lingquan suddenly took out a "half sword", Shi Er Lang suffered an unexpected disaster. He was tacitly regarded as the "second fastest man in the same realm" before they even fought, and was also nicknamed "Little Sword Demon".

Swordsmen only seek to be the strongest, and first and second are completely two different concepts. As a swordsman, Shi Er Lang was demoted before they even fought, so how could he not have some opinions.

Moreover, the nickname "Little Sword Demon" is really hurtful. Shi Er Lang could still accept being called "Little Sword God" or "Little Sword Saint", but "Sword Demon" is a peer, and he has never sparred with him. Why is he called "Little Shi Er Lang"?

Shi Er Lang saw that Zhao Linglong had seen through his thoughts, so he didn't hide it: "Swordsmen speak with swords. If you feel aggrieved, you should ask for an explanation from the sword demon Zuo Ci. His sword is really faster than mine, so what if I'm called 'Little Sword Demon'? If he's not that capable, I'll have him change his name to 'Little Shi Er Lang' from now on." Zhao Linglong nodded slightly: "I called you here because of this. The ancestor said that no one in the same realm can draw a sword faster than you. No matter how fast the sword demon Zuo Ci is, he should be no match for you. These days, the sects outside are looking at my Juejian Xianzong. If he comes here and doesn't fight, the outside world will think that my Juejian Xianzong is afraid of fighting. There are so many sword immortals in the sect, you are the most suitable." "Don't worry, I will definitely let the sword demon Zuo Ci Ci..."

"Alas, there are mountains beyond mountains, and there are buildings beyond buildings. The sword demon Zuo Ci can have the current fame, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. According to rumors, he should know more than "Sword One", so don't take it lightly. But no matter how many swords, "Sword One" is a skill that can kill with one sword. I and several senior brothers know your potential. You should be older than Zuo Ci and have more experience than him, so your chances of winning are actually very high. At the very least, we have to fight to a draw. If you can fall with one sword like Han Song of Luojian Mountain, Luojian Mountain can say from now on that "my family is on par with Juejian Cliff". "

Shi Erlang raised his hands and clasped his fists: "As long as I use the sword, he will not be unscathed. "

Zhao Linglong nodded slightly, indicating Shi Erlang to go back and prepare.

After Shi Er Lang left, Zhao Linglong went down to the fishing platform on the side of the sword pool and bowed slightly:

"Grandmaster, what do you think Shi Er Lang has a chance of winning?"

The white-haired old man sitting on the fishing platform didn't want to respond to this nonsense, but the one asking the question was his daughter-in-law who managed the family business. After thinking about it, he replied in a flat voice:

"If he doesn't fight, he is a 'little sword demon'; if he fights, he can completely get rid of these three words."

"Grandmaster, are you saying that Shi Er Lang can defeat the sword demon Zuo Ci and get back his reputation?"

The white-haired old man shook his head, but didn't say the specific meaning...——

The sun and the moon flowed, and it was already half a month later.

The suspended attic floated across tens of thousands of miles of sea of ​​clouds, gradually approaching the holy land in the minds of the world's sword immortals.

Zuo Lingquan leaned against the wall, stood at the window of the boudoir, looked at the white bun-shaped clouds, and couldn't help but think of Jing Yan's white and pink...

Maybe I have been holding it in for too long, and I don't see anything serious.

During these days of recuperation in the attic, Jingxun probably didn't come up to disturb Sister Yingying because she was afraid of affecting her treatment, so Qiutou couldn't come either.

Sister Yingying came to treat her injuries on time every day, because she knew that Jingxun was suspicious. No matter what she thought in her mind, she was no longer so gentle to him; she deliberately kept a distance, not to mention kissing, she didn't even touch his hand, and if he dared to look at her, she would be poked fiercely. Occasionally, Tuanzi came up to eat and drink, and he would be poked fiercely again.

The ancestor didn't come again these days. Zuo Lingquan missed her in his heart, but he definitely didn't want to see Sister Yingying alone before his injury healed. Sister Yingying almost killed him, and the ancestor attacked him from both sides, and he had to die in Sister Yingying's bed.

Although the process was a bit painful, I managed to get through the ten days anyway, and my injuries have recovered by 40% to 50%. After another month of recuperation, I should be able to recover as before.

Zuo Lingquan stared at the window for a moment, then looked back into the house.

"Crack, crack..."

There was a tea tray on the round table in the boudoir, and the furry little Tuanzi squatted in the middle of the round table.

In the fruit plate in front of him, there was a big peach that was slightly smaller than it. From time to time, he lowered his head to take a bite, and then looked at the portrait on the wall.

The fairy peach was very strong, and Tuanzi would definitely get fat if he ate all of it. Maybe he was afraid that his mother would find out if he ate too much at once, so he ate very frugally these days. So far, he has only eaten half of it, and he only dared to eat it in the boudoir. It's quite funny to say.

Zuo Lingquan came up to her and looked at the portrait on the wall. The plain-clothed beauty in the portrait had a temperament and appearance that was not much different from what he had seen before, and he could recognize it as Mei Jinshui at a glance; the girl with pigtails had changed a lot, and if she hadn't been holding a bunch of peach branches, no one would have believed that she was Qiutou when she was a child.

Because Sister Yingying and her apprentice had parted ways, it was difficult to ask about the portrait, and Zuo Lingquan only dared to take a closer look at Sister Yingying when she left.

When Tuanzi saw Zuo Lingquan approaching, he tilted his head and politely nudged Taozi:

"Ji?"

"I'm not hungry, you eat."

"Ji."

Tuanzi turned his head back and continued to chew Taotao. He looked at the portrait for a few times and said:

"Jijijiji..."

Zuo Lingquan smiled and said:

"You said it looks like Qiu Tao?"

Tuanzi was stunned, confused for a moment, and then started to "Jijiji..." Meaning:

"Niao Niao asked this big woman if she is the future nanny. If so, Niao Niao will remember it and help you save the beauty next time you meet..."

Zuo Lingquan naturally didn't understand such a complicated meaning, but just replied:

"So lively and cute, I think she looks like Taotao. Who do you think she looks like?"

There is no point in talking.

Tuanzi spread his wings and continued to chew the peach.

The man and the bird had just chatted for a few words when Jingxun's voice came from downstairs:

"Hey? Where did this little broken bird hide again..."

"Ah~ Sister Jingxun, I can't fit it in my chest... and it's not under my skirt..."

...

Tuanzi was startled, and quickly turned over, pushed half a peach to Zuo Lingquan, and ran out.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled. He had been in the room for half a month and had never walked around in the attic. Hearing the voices of the two girls, he naturally missed them. Seeing that he could walk without any problem, he held the wall and walked out of the door.

There were a few daily living rooms on the third floor of the attic. The innermost side was the Qi Refining Room for meditation. At this time, the door was open, and you could see the array pattern that was integrated with the room decoration inside the house, as well as the terrace facing the sea of ​​clouds.

Taohua Zunzhu might have been drinking alone last night. He looked drunk and leaned lazily on the piano.

Peach Blossom Lord was wearing a looser skirt. Because of her side-sitting posture with her legs bent, her round buttocks rested on her calves, showing off her impressive figure.

There was a breeze on the terrace, blowing her dark hair and skirt. The black silk stockings at her ankles appeared from time to time, making her plump and graceful back even more charming.

Zuo Lingquan stopped in the corridor and glanced a few times subconsciously. His eyes unconsciously fell on the wrong place. He was thinking: What a pity, I was so focused on rubbing Hongwei's chest last time that I forgot to touch it...

Before he finished thinking, a cold voice sounded from the terrace:

"Zuo Lingquan!"

The Peach Blossom Lord sat up straight, turned around, and showed his watery eyes with a dangerous meaning:

"I didn't treat your injury today, so you feel itchy again, right?"

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze, and he moved his serious eyes to the sea of ​​clouds outside the window and walked into the house:

"Haha, well... Sister Yingying's perception is really sharp."

As the ancestor of the mountain, if the Peach Blossom Lord could hardly detect someone admiring her buttocks from behind, that would be a problem. She said unhappily:

"You are injured, I won't deal with you yet, but you'd better keep your eyes open, my patience is limited. The old ancestor Huang Chao is more powerful than the old woman Shangguan. Once you are in his territory, if you dare to look at him again, if he is noticed, I will lose face. When the time comes, I will have to clean up the mess, and Shangguan Yutang will not be able to protect you."

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe this threat at all, but if Sister Yingying saw it, she would inevitably be ravaged again, so Zuo Lingquan smiled and changed the subject:

"The old sword god is more powerful than the old ancestor?"

"Of course, the old woman Shangguan has to call me senior when she sees me."

The Taohua Lord nodded seriously.

However, the Taohua Lord said this not because she knew the specific strength of the two immortals.

The ten immortals are all top figures, and they have already stood at the top of the world in all aspects. It is difficult for the ten immortals to judge who is stronger and who is weaker before the fight; it can be said that each immortal is confident that he can fight nine, but the actual situation will only be known after the fight.

The reason why Peach Blossom Lord said that the ancestor was not as powerful as the old sword god was because when she arrived at Juejian Cliff, she had to call the old sword god "senior".

If Shangguan was very powerful and only called Huang Chao ancestor "fellow Taoist", wouldn't she be a person of a generation lower than Shangguan ancestor in Zuo Lingquan's mind when she called him "senior"?

Zuo Lingquan naturally couldn't guess these petty little tricks, but he was a little suspicious of the truth of Sister Yingying's words.

Zuo Lingquan sat down next to the piano platform, looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside, thought for a while and asked

"If you go to Juejian Cliff, you will most likely be rejected. Senior Shangguan said that the old sword god might not like me; I can draw the sword myself, and I don't want to ask anyone for help."

Lord Peach Blossom moved to the side of the piano table, keeping an appropriate distance:

"Judging from the evaluation, the old sword god appreciates you, but it is indeed unlikely to help you. You are a bit like the old sword god's apprentice."

"Really? Which apprentice?"

Lord Peach Blossom picked up the wine gourd, took a sip from his red lips, and looked to the northwest:

"The old sword god accepted a disciple named 'Teng Sheng'. He was a wolf cub he rescued when he was exterminating demons in the west. It is said that when the wolf demon was being killed, the wolf cub stood in front of the corpse and would rather die. , the old sword god saw 'human nature' and brought the little wolf back. "

"Is it a wolf demon?"

"Well, in the next hundred years, Xiao Lang became a human being after practicing successfully. His talent can only be described as 'unparalleled in nine continents', and his character was admired by everyone. In just over ten years, he became one of the righteous heroes. , and was even appointed as the sword-wielding elder of the Jue Sword Immortal Sect."

The sword-holding elders are all the heirs of the ancestors of each sect. When Zuo Lingquan heard this, he couldn't help but look strange:

"Although he is a wolf demon, his character should not be bad if he has such achievements. What about the end?"

"Later, he betrayed his master and defected from his ancestors, and became the number one sword cultivator of the demon clan."

Lord Peach Blossom thought for a moment and then said:

"Actually, we can't say that we can bully our teachers and destroy our ancestors. Well... let's take the allusion of 'The Farmer and the Snake'. A farmer found a frozen snake and put it in his arms to warm it. After it was warmed, the snake bit the farmer. , poisoned the farmer to death. The farmer must be a good person, but is the snake a bad snake? If you treat it as a human, it will naturally repay you with kindness; but if you treat it as a snake, it will behave normally and is just a farmer. Trying to commit suicide. Fuji Sheng’s case is similar to this.”

Zuo Lingquan thought about it carefully: "If you are not from my race, your heart must be different?"

Lord Peach Blossom's eyes were full of joy: "Yes, that's what it means."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly, but immediately said doubtfully:

"Why do I look like that Teng Sheng? I am a dandy born and raised in Qinghe County, and I am not a monster..."

"You are also a wolf, a hungry wolf in your lust."? ?

Zuo Lingquan was speechless for a moment and spread his hands:

"Can this be the same?!"

"And you also like to deceive your masters and destroy your ancestors. The master wants to be your elder, but you, a brat, can only think about how to coax the elders into bed. There was Qingwan in the front, Lingye in the back, and then the Yutang woman, and then... "

Lord Peach Blossom took a breath and gestured to himself.

Zuo Lingquan thought about it carefully and found that it was really the case, but he would definitely not admit it:

"Qingwan Lingye is not my senior teacher, how can you say that you deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors? That was a misunderstanding, ancestor Shangguan. As for Sister Yingying... Sister Yingying did it on purpose, hiss."

As soon as Zuo Lingquan finished speaking the last sentence, his arm started to hurt, as if a golden needle had been inserted at some point.

Lord Peach Blossom has a bit of an eyebrow raised:

"Zuo Lingquan, you really don't take me seriously, do you? If you continue to be shameless, I will throw you down!"

Zuo Lingquan was in pain, so he naturally stopped trying to push the envelope and changed the topic:

"Okay, okay, even if I bully my master and destroy my ancestors, bullying like this is better than defecting and turning against each other, right? How can Sister Yingying compare me to monsters and monsters..."

"Anyone who dares to care about someone regardless of etiquette is a demonic act in my eyes."

Lord Peach Blossom snorted lightly and said seriously:

"However, the old sword god doesn't like you, maybe because you are not only lustful, but also have a strong sense of responsibility. You value the people around you more than anything else..."

"Isn't this what it should be?"

"Everything must be reversed. If you feel a little wronged for me, even if you don't give up the Divine Sword, then when you encounter a choice, who knows whether you will stand against the human race for the sake of the people around you? Shangguan's wife is different, even if you and I are dead, She was heartbroken, and after crying she was still the God of Jiu Zong. Do you understand what this means?"

If Zuo Lingquan realized something, he nodded slightly:

"So I understand, um...Then next time Sister Yingying is bullied, I will weigh the pros and cons first..."? ?

Lord Peach Blossom's serious expression condensed, and he straightened up slightly:

"Old Sword God's views are not necessarily right. Why are you so anxious to reflect? You are the person brought out by Shangguan Yutang. You should be reckless to the end. This proves that the old Sword God has made a mistake..."

"Uh... Then next time there will still be no reason to protect Sister Yingying?"

"..."

Lord Peach Blossom felt that ‘it should be like this’.

But after saying this, it seemed that his relationship with Zuo Lingquan was unclear.

"Well... I am your elder. You have sworn an oath, so naturally you will favor me without any reason; I will also remember your kindness and will not treat you badly in the future."

"Would the injection be lighter?"

Lord Peach Blossom pursed his lips and used a slightly gentler approach:

"Hmph~..."

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I just came back not long ago, and I haven’t written much orz.