The fairy is fierce

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There was a snowstorm, and the sky was as dark as ink.

Two women and one man walked in a line through knee-deep snow.

The man walked in front, his white robe blending into the blizzard, with two swords intertwined around his waist, also wrapped in cloth; two girls walked side by side, one carrying an iron lute on his back, and the other holding a small ball-like white ball in her arms. Bird bird.

The snowflakes were as big as goose feathers, blocking out the sky and the sun, but one could vaguely see the towering city at the end of the field of vision.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at the words "Zhenyu Pass" on the city and asked:

"Is this Little Fengdu?"

Xie Qiutao nodded: "Yeah."

After leaving Juejian Cliff, Zuo Lingquan took the Peach Blossom Lord's suspended attic and headed northwest. He only arrived here this morning, and it was already the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.

During the journey, there was no extravagant scene like a wine pool and a forest of meat. Zuo Lingquan spent most of his time on the third floor recuperating from his injuries; Lord Peach Blossom and Qiu Tao were right in front of him. The four daughters-in-law were embarrassed to sleep together, so they all slept in order. Taking turns to come and stay with each other in bed, it's sweet and fun, and it's not too fancy.

At other times, the girls are meditating and practicing. It is impossible for Lord Peach Blossom to fight with his wives to accompany him to bed. He has not shown his face these days. Jiang Yi spends all day in the martial arts hall, fighting with Lingye, and there is no need to win or lose. Mentioned, it was similar to the situation when the little female dragon beat up Ling Ye, and almost cried in anger. In the end, Zuo Lingquan recovered from his injury and became Jiang Yi's sparring partner. Ling Ye was replaced, and Jiang Yi finally managed to survive...

When they arrived near Xiaofengdu, Zuo Lingquan left the attic first and did not go with him because the purpose of traveling was to grow on his own, and ordinary monks had to walk the same path. If he hadn't been injured on Juejianya, I'm afraid that He would come by ferry when the time came; the specific movements of Lingye, the others, and Lord Peach Blossom were, like last time, not informed to him.

Walking forward in the blizzard, within a moment, we arrived at the city.

In spiritual practice, people's lifespan is too long, and they often calculate time in terms of years, and they have a relatively indifferent view of the "year-end" in the secular world; but when it comes to the last few days of the year, I can't help but feel a little sentimental in my heart.

The wind and snow were too strong, and there were only a few people on the street. The passers-by I met occasionally had a desolate look on their bodies.

Most of the people who can follow the spiritual path are just duckweeds on the water. Their parents have long been gone and they are homeless. They want to celebrate the New Year, and where can the fragrance of wine and rice come from to make people feel the taste of the New Year that they have long forgotten.

Walking on this lonely snowy night before the New Year, recalling his childhood, no matter how high-minded a righteous monk is, he will probably feel a little sad that "the child wants to be raised but the mother is not there".

The other small group of monks whose relatives are still alive are even more lonely.

Zuo Lingquan was walking on the street and saw a young monk in a wine shop who was holding a wine glass and looking at the sky in a trance. He knew what the other person was thinking at this time and felt the same.

If nothing else goes wrong, at home in Qinghe County, all his uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters have returned home, and he, a wanderer in his twenties, is the only one who has not returned home.

A mortal's life is only a few dozen springs and autumns, and a lifetime can last only a few years. The mother said not to come back without her grandson, but at the end of the year, her son was thousands of miles away. How could she not feel disappointed and missed?

Zuo Lingquan glanced back at the distant east and let out a sigh. ♦♦  ♦♦

Tang Jingxuan walked beside him, looking at the Xianjia city that had no trace of the New Year atmosphere. Maybe he felt Zuo Lingquan's emotions and said:

"It's better to have a home to think about than to have no home to return to. It's normal for young people to wander outside and sometimes not be able to return home. As long as you think about it in your heart, my mother will understand."

Xie Qiutao nodded and said: "Yes, I used to live alone. During the Chinese New Year, I could only burn some paper money to the north and then make a firecracker for myself. It was very difficult to go home without even knowing where my home was. Left You should be happy that you can go back if you want."

Zuo Lingquan smiled, raised his hand and touched Qiutao's head:

"We have a life-and-death relationship. My home is your home. When this trip is over, we will go back together. Without the big firecrackers you made, the house will be a little less lively."

Xie Qiutao chuckled and took out a big firecracker as thick as an arm from Linglong Pavilion:

"By the way, I didn't even finish setting off the firecrackers we did last New Year. I forgot about them. Why don't we light them here?"

Zuo Lingquan looked at the big firecrackers with lingering fear:

"Let's wait until we reach the sea before releasing it."

After all, the firecrackers made by Qiu Tao were really useless. Not to mention whether they would fly randomly and hit the monks passing by, the earth-shattering sound alone would probably spread throughout the entire small Fengdu.

There are too many high-level monks here. If there is some ghost news tomorrow in the spiritual path that "the sword demon is messing around in Xiaofengdu and was punished by the Yang God with five thousand white jade beads and detained for fifteen days", I am afraid that he will be embarrassed to hang out outside in the future.

The immortal was so quiet, Xie Qiutao just casually said that there was no way he dared to set off firecrackers in Xiaofengdu where there were so many immortals. He put away the firecrackers and took Zuo Lingquan to the 'Yitang' in the center of the city.

Posuzhou is one of the four small continents in Jiuzhou. It is also the springboard to Beishouzhou and Kuibingzhou. There is a territory dominated by the Youying alien race. The monks coming in and out of Xiaofengdu will naturally be controlled.

Normal monks cannot cross the sea alone, and monks who can cross the sea alone cannot be controlled. The easiest way to control the entry and exit of monks is naturally to start with ferries.

The wealthy disciples of the Xian family who come to Xiaofengdu can take their own ferry, while the casual cultivators and disciples of the small sect can only take the public ferry to go to sea. The 'Yitang' is the place where the background is checked.

Zuo Lingquan came to the high-rise building in the center of the city. It could be seen that there were many people in the hall with a radius of a hundred feet, 80% of which were casual cultivators. While waiting for the ship, they exchanged information with each other about the situation on Posa Island.

For safety reasons, Zuo Lingquan naturally would not give his real name, so Lingye specially obtained a "Road Guide" for him. His background was "Zuo Lengchan", a loose cultivator of the South Alliance in Dongzhou, who came to do his best for the righteous path.

The person responsible for arranging the ferry for the scattered cultivators was a monk from the Taoist ancestral family. In order to prevent the foreign spies from sneaking into the ferry, they were caught by the internal and external network at sea. They also specifically contacted Dongzhou to confirm his identity. After waiting for about half an hour, he got the message that "he is indeed this person." reply.

The reliable monk arranged the cross-sea ferry very quickly, but the next ferry to transport people would not arrive until tomorrow.

After Zuo Lingquan received the three identity tags issued by the Taoist ancestral family, he first found a place to stay in the city because he had no acquaintances in the city. By the way, as long as he holds the issued identity tags, he can live in the city. Cultivation is free, and you can also go to designated shops to receive consumables such as elixirs and talismans.

Zuo Lingquan's family was relatively well-off, so he naturally didn't compete with the low-level casual cultivators for this small benefit, and just stayed in an inn relatively close to the port.

By the time all these things were finished, it was already time for the lights to turn on.

Xie Qiutao had a restless temper and did not go back to his room. He stayed in the hall on the first floor and listened to the nonsense of various Taoist friends.

Zuo Lingquan drank two glasses of wine with him on the first floor. Seeing that Tuanzi was so sleepy after walking all day that he couldn't open his eyes, he hugged Tuanzi and came to the wing on the second floor.

The door opened and candles were lit in the room.

The inn is not luxurious. There are only simple tables, chairs and beds in the room. There are a few books on the tea table. The names are monster maps, geographical locations, etc., which are used as a reference for monks who are about to travel far.

Zuo Lingquan walked in with a yawning dumpling in his arms. In a blink of an eye, he saw that Jingxun, who had returned to the room early, had already got into bed. Although he had taken off his outer skirt, he was still wearing lotus root-colored close-fitting clothes, not showing much flesh, only You can see the charming face of Shui.

Tang Jingxun was lying on his side on the bed, holding a book in his hand. It was not "Twenty-eight Styles of Spring Tide" but a book about monsters. He seemed to be making preparations.

Zuo Lingquan closed the door, came to the bed, and put Tuanzi on the bed. Tuanzi's dark eyes had been closed, and he slowly got into bed, squeezing Jingxun's chest like he did when he was a child, but unfortunately he was bigger. It's a bit too big to squeeze in.

Jingxun was a little uncomfortable because of the dumplings that were being pushed back and forth. She closed the book, threw the dumplings behind her back, and patted the dumplings in front of her:

"The bed is warm, why don't you lie down for a while?"

Zuo Lingquan has been with his wife for two months, and he doesn't have many evil thoughts in his heart, but he naturally won't refuse to lie in bed with his hot wife on a snowy day. He smiled, put the sword next to the pillow, lifted up the quilt and lay down in it, hugging him as quietly as hot tofu, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Jingxuan leaned on Zuo Lingquan's shoulder, closed his eyes and asked:

"Missing home?"

"A little bit. It's been two years since I went back. Last time I brought eight girls home, and my mother racked her brains to prepare a wedding gift. But I haven't even written a letter for so long, which is pretty cool to say the least."

Even though Tang Jingxun has been on the spiritual path for several years, she still has a purely worldly mind and cares more about these things than spiritual practice. She comforted:

"Are you doing something big? You're so far away that it's too late to go back. It's not that you don't want to go back, and my mother won't blame you. Even if I really blame you, when you go back next time and you bring a fat boy back, my mother will definitely not blame you. "

"Haha, Xunxun wants a baby?"

"grumble?"

Tuanzi let out a muffled cry from inside the quilt.

Tang Jingxuan patted the quilt: "Sleep with you, and I'll make you stew by eavesdropping again." Then he leaned back on his shoulders and continued:

"I don't want to think about it yet. Mother-in-law is in the middle. I haven't tried anything. With a baby, I don't have the nerve to do things that are not on the stage. I think Qingwan should be allowed to give birth to a grandson for mother. She likes to please mother most, and her breasts are too big. It’s a waste if you don’t breastfeed your child..."

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were a little helpless.

Tang Jingxuan said a few words, felt it carefully in his heart, and then said strangely:

"My mother-in-law is quite happy now."

"Huh?" Zuo Lingquan was slightly surprised: "Ancestor is very happy now?"

"Yeah, I don't know what she is having fun by herself. She feels a little drifting, so I won't tell her if I ask her."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know why, so he could only smile lightly...——

On the other side of the sky, Dadan Chao Qinghe County.

Fireworks and firecrackers resounded throughout the county, children ran and chased each other in the streets and alleys, and laughter echoed in the courtyard walls of every house.

The Zuo family's mansion in the east of the city was as lively as in previous years. All the family members had returned to the ancestral home. The third uncle and third aunt also rarely took time away from the capital. They came over and there were more people than in previous years.

However, without the 'star of the family', the seventh young master, and the 'left family's shame', the fifth young master, the atmosphere of family reunion is always lacking a bit of flavor. The topics that the third aunt and other aunts talk about are all about these two who don't know where to go. On the children of the countryside.

Outside the gate of the mansion, two stone lions stood in the light snow. Mrs. Zuo stood on the steps, looking at the street in the distance. Even though she knew Zuo Lingquan would not come back this year, she still waited here every day. After all, Zuo Lingquan Ling Quan won't say hello in advance when he comes back, just in case he arrives.

After waiting for a long time, there was naturally no result. Seeing the night getting darker, Mrs. Zuo sighed softly, turned around and prepared to go back, but at this moment, footsteps came from the street:

Tread

Upon hearing the sound, Mrs. Zuo turned back to look at the street outside the door, but was stunned.

Under the light of fireworks, a woman in a warm yellow winter skirt came slowly with an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, holding a gift box, with a smile on her face, and said from a distance:

"Aunt Zuo, long time no see."

"Eh?!"

Mrs. Zuo was stunned. Even though it was dark and she couldn't see her face clearly, she recognized who this girl was at the first time because of her temperament that no one could match.

"Yutang?! Ouch~ hurry up..."

Mrs. Zuo was obviously a little excited and incoherent. She ran to the bottom of the steps quickly, held Shangguan Yutang's arm holding the umbrella, and looked behind at the same time.

Shangguan Yutang restrained the aura of a strong man who looked down on everyone, and looked like a dignified and intellectual tall lady. She smiled, but also felt a little sorry:

"I'm alone. Zuo Lingquan and the others didn't come back."

"Ah? Oh..."

"Zuo Lingquan wanted to go home for a reunion, but he had some official business and went to a place far away. He can't come back this year. He asked me to tell Aunt Zuo that he's safe. Aunt Zuo doesn't have to worry about them."

Mrs. Zuo pursed her lips. Although she was a little disappointed, it was better for her son's sister-in-law to come visit than to have no news at all. She was mostly moved. Her eyes became a little complicated when she looked at Shangguan Yutang. Maybe this daughter-in-law is really sensible. If she is not allowed to be the head of the family, I am a mother-in-law in vain. It's a pity that she is not my daughter-in-law...

I don't know if Quan'er has seduced this sister-in-law...

I feel that Quan'er is not worthy of her...

Even if Shangguan Yutang doesn't use his magical powers, he can see what Mrs. Zuo is thinking just by the subtle changes in her expression. His smile didn't change. He held the oil-paper umbrella over Mrs. Zuo's head and walked to the Zuo Mansion with her.

Madam Zuo held Shangguan Yutang's wrist tightly, as if she was afraid that she would run away. When she saw the tea-green bracelet on her wrist, she felt a little uncomfortable and felt that she was really treated unfairly. She smiled and said:

"Yutang, why did you come here alone at night? It's so dangerous. You should have said hello in advance, so that your aunt could send someone to pick you up..."

"I know the way. It's very peaceful here. It's okay to come here alone."

Shangguan Yutang explained a few words and then said:

"Lingye missed you too. He knew that Aunt Zuo liked the rouge and powder from Xianzhizhai in the capital, so he asked me to bring it to Aunt."

"Oh~ Lingye is still so considerate... Are they all with Lingquan? Princess, Qingwan, and Jingyan, are they all okay? "

"It's fine. Jingxun and Qingwan even made a new dress for you, but it's a pity that they can't bring it back this year. The princess doesn't know how to do needlework..."

"What needlework does the princess do? The court sends gifts every year and festival. Just show your appreciation... Where's Yingying? Why didn't she come with you?"

"Alas~ That girl has fallen in love with Lingquan for some reason. She has been staying by Lingquan's side all day these days and doesn't even go home. I don't know what to say to her."

"Really?" Madam Zuo was surprised, but she quickly said, "This Quan'er, really... It's normal for a girl to forget everything when she meets her sweetheart. Don't blame Yingying... Where's Xiao Taotao? I haven't seen her for two years. She should have grown up, right?"

"Uh ..."

Shangguan Yutang hesitated for this question: "Haha, it's still the same as before. I wanted to set off firecrackers just now. I'm so clever..."

...

Mrs. Zuo took Shangguan Yutang into the back house. She forgot how to entertain guests. She directly pulled Shangguan Yutang into the room and asked about his well-being. After asking about her son and daughter-in-law, she felt relieved and remembered something. She asked again:

"Yutang, you are from the Great Yan Dynasty. You are well-informed outside. Do you know where my old fifth child went? I haven't seen him for several years. Lingquan's uncle and aunt are a little worried. I came back for the New Year this year just to ask about him, but Lingquan didn't come back..."

Shangguan Yutang smiled and said, "I went to the north. Two months ago, There was news, nothing happened, but Yunting is not with Lingquan, I don't know the details, I will inform my aunt when I have news. "

"That's good."

Mrs. Zuo felt relieved, holding Shangguan Yutang's hand, never letting go, with many words on her lips, but she hesitated, and finally sighed:

"Yutang, you are such a sensible girl, if anyone marries you, it will be a great blessing from your ancestors."

Shangguan Yutang just smiled and didn't say anything...——

A Guan rented a house outside to write, and hasn't been home for a week or so. The matter of going to the girl's house was postponed to after the New Year, but Jing couldn't concentrate on writing, and couldn't think of the plot. I will take a leave tomorrow to go back and accompany my parents. I hope everyone understands orz!