The fairy is fierce

What should I do after worshiping?

This was originally a very simple question, but when there were more than two people, the question became weird.

A red candle was placed on the desk, and the three newlyweds stayed side by side. After burning incense, they all fell silent.

Tuanzi had attended my mother's wedding, and he came here as a bird. After the three of them paid their respects, he happily jumped up in front of him, tilted his head to look at the bride's face from under the hijab, and gestured to the wedding bed with his wings, "Chi Chi Chi... ...", urging him into the bridal chamber.

Tuanzi obviously meant well, but some of the nannies didn't seem to want to appreciate it.

Cui Yingying covered her head with a hijab. Only then did she realize that something was wrong. She secretly picked up Tuanzi and asked Tuan'er to stop making noises. She pretended to be calm and asked:

"Um...finished?"

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Zuo Lingquan tried his best to maintain a gentle and elegant face, fearing that he would be beaten by a mixed double, so he did not dare to think nonsense:

"That should be it...senior?"

Shangguan Yutang is so smart that he can naturally see the dilemma he is facing now. If he speaks carelessly, he will be embarrassed to death...

"It's over. According to the rules, we should have a good chat over a drink. However, I am injured and it is inconvenient, so we will end it here. Yingying, please go out first."

Am I going out?

Why? !

Cui Yingying had been attending church for eight times, but when she was done, she was kicked out to wait. Wasn't she a maid of a side wife?

But don’t go out, it seems...

Cui Yingying considered it for a moment: "Yutang, you are injured, why don't you rest first, Ling Quan and I will go out to discuss how to treat your injury..."

Do you think it's possible?

Shangguan Yutang is having such a big event today. Letting Cui Yingying join in the fun is already a way of giving face, and she also takes the initiative to give up her position. Do you think the title of "Dongzhou's No. 1 Hegemon" was blown out?

"Zuo Lingquan wants to treat my injury."

"I can treat you too!"

"..."

After talking like this, the result was naturally that 'the two monks had no food to eat'.

Shangguan Yutang was awakened and turned his head slightly:

"Zuo Lingquan, get out."

Cui Yingying, who rarely stood on a united front with Shangguan Yutang, also spoke:

"Ling Quan, please go out and I'll help Yutang treat his injuries."

Am I going out?

Why? Is it possible?

After Zuo Lingquan finished the ceremony, he was kicked out to watch the two wives' bridal chambers... No, he couldn't even see them. He could watch his wives making love and he didn't say anything. Waiting outside, wouldn't he be like Xiao Quanzi?

There was no evil thought in Zuo Lingquan's eyes, and he reminded softly:

"Of course I believe in Sister Yingying's medical skills, but without me, there would be no way to convert enough spiritual energy, and it would be difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw."

"..."

The situation is completely checkmate!

Shangguan Yutang shook his hands under his skirt, and his tone was a little harder:

"Cui Yingying, can you get out?"

Cui Yingying is famous for being soft-spoken, and her voice deepened:

"I'm not going out!"

When Zuo Lingquan saw that the two of them were about to quarrel, he was afraid that Sister Yingying would be beaten, so he quickly said to Xini:

"Don't argue, don't argue. It's better to treat the injury quickly. When I was practicing Qi, I couldn't focus on treating the injuries on Yutang's back. Sister Yingying, you have superb medical skills, otherwise..."

"..."

The expressions of the two women with hijabs on were unknown, but they must be very confused.

Shangguan Yutang was finally able to pick it up and put it down. After a moment of silence, he stood up:

"Okay. Yingying, please cover your eyes, otherwise it will be inconvenient."

Cui Yingying hesitated and didn't respond. She stood up silently, walked to the bed and sat down.

Shangguan Yutang sat beside him, saw Zuo Lingquan looking around for the scale beam, and said:

"I'm still injured, don't do this."

"oh……"

Zuo Lingquan seemed to be looking for a scale, but in fact he was a little excited and concealed his confusion.

Hearing the voice, Zuo Lingquan coughed lightly and walked slowly to the front, wanting to lovingly lift Yutang's hijab.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Zuo Lingquan noticed Sister Yingying next to her. She took a deep breath and her bulging skirt almost opened.

There is murderous intent...

? !

Now there are two roads in front of Zuo Lingquan, one is a dead end, and the other is also a dead end!

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze, and he suddenly realized that sleeping with him was not always a good thing. If he couldn't suppress his wife, he would be beaten to death if he was not careful.

Zuo Lingquan also had a strong mind. He withstood the mountain-like pressure and raised the two hijabs with his left and right hands at the same time.

Under the candlelight, two stunning cheeks appeared in front of the eyes at the same time.

Shangguan Yutang does not apply makeup, and her fair and flawless complexion and empress-like aura are enough to outline a stunning face, especially when the flowers have just bloomed and she is in a relatively shy environment, with a faint blush on her cheeks. , it looks even more beautiful and fragrant.

Cui Yingying, on the other hand, does not have such a strong mind. Although she pretends to be calm, her cheeks are already red as apples; her almond-shaped eyes are a little evasive, she is biting her cherry red lower lip, and her mature and charming face is like a blooming flower under the red candle. of gorgeous peonies.

The two women have completely different temperaments, just like the snow lotus on the majestic iceberg and the peach blossom in February. They do not belong to the same world, but they sit together and compete for beauty.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't even think about the question of who was more eye-catching. He just felt that two eyes were not enough to see, and he couldn't just look at one, so he moved his eyes to the left and the right, making him look like he didn't look very smart.

(←_→)

"puff……"

Cui Yingying saw Zuo Lingquan's eyes forcibly holding the water, she chuckled, and quickly sat down again, assuming her ancestor's posture again.

"grumble?"

Tuanzi jumped to the bedside, and seeing Zuo Lingquan's appearance, he also imitated the "outward eight eyes".

(←→)

The result did not affect Tuantuan's temperament at all!

Zuo Lingquan was so embarrassed that he shook his head and smiled, picked up Tuanzi, put him outside the door, put down a box of dried fish, and closed the door.

"Ji?"

Dongdongdong——

There was a sound of angry kicking on the door outside.

Shangguan Yutang couldn't bear it anymore, but he was also afraid that his appearance would lead Tuanzi astray, so he raised his hand and lightly hooked it, transforming into a little female dragon. Before the little female dragon could see the situation clearly, he slapped it and flew out.

"Ji?!"

"Yo, little stupid bird, we meet again..."

"Jijiji...!"

Zuo Lingquan was relieved when he saw Tuanzi chasing the sturdy girl out of the hall. He closed the door and deployed the shielding formation, and came to the bed:

"Start healing?"

Shangguan Yutang was calm and steady, and he was a little hesitant when he sat in front of Cui Yingying.

Cui Yingying didn't have to play at the moment, so the pressure was naturally less. Seeing Yutang was timid, she naturally stood up and pushed Yutang's shoulder with her finger:

"What are you hesitating about? Get down quickly, you are not a little girl, and you are still shy."

Shangguan Yutang took a breath, turned around and lay on the bed, the skirt on the back opened to the left and right, revealing the scars on the back again.

"Hey, why is it so badly injured..."

Cui Yingying saw the scars on Yutang's back, and the murderous intent in her eyes faded a little. She put her hands on Yutang's back and gently healed him.

Zuo Lingquan sat down on the side of the bed, looked around, and wanted to start.

Shangguan Yutang buried his cheek in the pillow again to hide the change in his expression, and said in a muffled voice:

"She just consumed a lot, you should replenish her qi sea first."

Cui Yingying's expression froze, and she raised her hand and patted Yutang's plump buttocks:

"Can my consumption be as big as yours? Tear off your clothes quickly, let Lingquan give you acupuncture."

"Acupuncture?" Zuo Lingquan wanted to refute this not-so-magnificent adjective, but thought about it and gave up.

Shangguan Yutang has always been charging forward without retreating all her life, but now she doesn't want to be the first one to go. She responded:

"I just practiced, I need to slow down, you practice first, don't waste time."

This excuse is not easy to refuse, Cui Yingying pursed her lips, and couldn't find the right words to refuse.

Zuo Lingquan looked gentle and elegant. He raised his hand to help Cui Yingying untie the laces, revealing his favorite fathead fish under the lapel:

"Hurry up, you can still take turns to rest, I can't even rest if I want to..."

Cui Yingying glared at Zuo Lingquan:

"Then go out and rest!"

"Hehe..."

Zuo Lingquan laughed, helped Sister Yingying lie down, let her face Yutang sideways, and lay behind her, pulling up the hem of the red wedding dress with his hands; he also pulled up the hem of Yutang's skirt.

Shangguan Yutang turned into an ostrich again, without moving, but the skirt was still shrunk into a short skirt.

Cui Yingying was sandwiched in the middle, helping Yutang heal his wounds with her hands, her face gradually red and dripping blood, in order to relieve the pressure, she made small talk:

"Why did you wear such socks? The butt is so big and the legs are too long, it doesn't look good at all..."

"Better than your little thick legs.

"Where are my legs thick? ”

Cui Yingying immediately became anxious, and lifted her left leg to show her black silk stockings, wanting to explain to Yutang what "round and smooth" meant.

Unexpectedly, Zuo Lingquan took the opportunity to hug her knee with his arm, and added:

"Sister Yingying learns very quickly, and now she knows how to feed. ”

"What do you mean by feed? Hey, you..."

Cui Yingying treated her wound with one hand, and covered her lips with the other hand, and refused to make a sound, unwilling to embarrass herself in front of Yutang.

Shangguan Yutang was very smart, and after waiting for a while, he actually acted calm, turned his cheek back, and leaned his head on the pillow, his eyes swept from top to bottom, with a little bit of disgust.

Although Shangguan Yutang was also shocked, he was definitely much better than Cui Yingying.

Cui Yingying blushed, tears came out, and she gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice:

"You...what are you looking at? ...Zuo Lingquan~!"

"Hmm?"

"Look at her! ”

“I’m watching.”

“What? !”

“Ahem… Sister Yingying, don’t be distracted. I’m practicing hard, and you just need to heal your wounds…”

“Go to hell, I won’t practice anymore. If you like to watch her practice, go ahead…”

“Lingquan, come here.”

“Hey? !” Don't leave..."

The curtains had been lowered, and whispers echoed in the room. I don't know how long it lasted...

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The other side of the sky.

The land of eternal night is an unforgettable spring night, and the two sides of the Jianjiang River are vast skies and bright days.

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators gathered on both sides of the Jianjiang River, and at the same time looked at a floating island hovering above the sky.

The island was surrounded by cranes and white deer were crying, and the emblem of Yingyang Fairy Palace could be seen between the clouds.

On the towering Juejian Cliff, all the famous peak sword immortals came out of the cave, looking at the two figures in the Yingjun Pavilion with awe.

One of the figures was wearing a gray robe, with his hands behind his back, and his hair had turned white over the years.

The other was wearing a white dress, with a jade crown on his head, and his face was quite majestic. His age could not be seen. His left hand was holding up a scorching sun, and his momentum was not inferior to the old man.

The two figures appear to be very different in age, but in fact they are not that big apart. They were considered peers back then, but now they are both famous in Jiuzhou, and they are respectfully called the 'Sword God' and the 'Yang God' respectively.

No one else could hear what the Yang God Dongfang Zhuzhao was talking to the Sword God Huang Chao Ancestor, and they were all thinking about it in private.

In a welcoming house in Juejian Cliff, a group of female family members were seated in it.

Aunt Zhao, the wife of the head of the family, Zhao Linglong, hugged Huang Jinghe and wiped her tears. Several other sisters-in-law were also in front of them, trying to protect the head of the family who had been living abroad for many years.

The other juniors couldn't get in, so they all stayed in the living room, drinking tea and waiting.

Shangguan Lingye was wearing a gorgeous long dress, standing at the window with her chest held in her arms, overlooking the beautiful scenery of Jianjiang River outside Juejian Cliff, with solemn eyes like a cold and calm queen.

Although Lingye didn't feel anything, he always felt that something terrible happened somewhere...

Qiu Guagua was dressed in crisp white clothes, with a green sword hanging from his waist. He leaned against the window and stood beside Shangguan Lingye, looking at the two elders talking among the clouds and mist.

After Qiutao's pipa moved at sea, she contacted her grandfather. As a result, her grandfather reacted greatly and even asked Yang Shen to go to sea to pick up the person in person. He then returned to the Jue Sword Immortal Sect without stopping, and then the two immortals started chatting. matter.

Miss Qiu couldn't hear what was said, so she asked:

"What is Yang Shen talking about with grandpa??"

Shangguan Lingye was a little distracted: "I don't know, the thunder around the temple is an ancient thing to suppress demons. It may have something to do with preventing the demon from coming back."

"What did Senior Shangguan say?"

"Master has something important to do. I don't dare to disturb Jingxun if he closes his sixth sense. I may not be able to contact him in recent months..."

"Important matters..."

While Miss Qiu was thinking secretly, she suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from far and near outside Juejian Cliff:

"Buzz..."

"That's..."

The two Immortal Lords in the Yingjun Pavilion also looked overseas in a blink of an eye.

She turned around and looked at the mouth of the lower reaches of the Jianjiang River, only to see a white line appear on the skyline, and a frightening sword intent also pressed over from the sea.

Although the wind was beautiful and the sea was calm, the feeling given to the hundreds of thousands of monks inside and outside Juejian Cliff was as if a tsunami was coming and was about to engulf the entire Juejian Cliff.

With such a strong sword intent, two Immortal Lords appeared on the scene, and it was the first time for others to see them.

Before they could see the figure clearly, everyone retreated with trembling in their hearts, and the whole world became quiet.

Miss Qiu subconsciously held the sword:

"Who's here?"

Shangguan Lingye also looked solemn:

"Except for your grandfather, there is only one person left in the world who has such sword power."

The person hasn't shown up yet, but the sword intent like a monstrous wave has already made everyone understand who is coming.

There was agitation in Juejianya, some were happy and some were angry.

I am happy because the person who came is the most outstanding rising star in Juejianya, and I have been looking forward to him turning around.

The angry look is because the person who came is the traitor who has made Jue Jianya hate him till now, and he has been looking forward to cleaning up the family!

"Fujisheng."

On the cliff, in the Yingjun Pavilion, Huang Chao Ancestor put his hands behind his back, looking neither happy nor angry, looking at the white line on the skyline:

"What are you doing back here?"

Sa——

Amidst the sound of breaking wind that stirred up the storm, a figure fell from the sky and hit the outside of Juejian Cliff and in front of the Sword Gate.

The person who came was dressed in black and carried a sword on his back. His face was even a little elegant, but his sword aura was domineering!

There was silence on both sides of the Jianjiang River.

The leader of the demon tribe in Beishouzhou, Teng Sheng, known as the ‘Monster King’, stood outside the octagonal archway, raised his hands and made a junior salute:

"Greetings to Master, Senior Dongfang!"

Yangshen Dongfang Zhuzhao had no intention of taking action. After slightly nodding, his figure disappeared on the cliff.

Patriarch Huang Chao looked at his most valued disciple in his life, with nothing but joy and sorrow in his eyes after all these years:

"There is no balance between good and evil. I have long since lost you as my disciple."

After Teng Sheng finished his salute, he stood up straight and looked at the old man on the cliff calmly:

"Once a teacher, always a father. The disciple is no longer at Juejian Cliff, but has never forgotten the teacher's teachings. However, when I come here today, I am not admitting my mistake like the master, but coming to get something."

Ancestor Huang Chao said calmly: "What do you want to get?"

"Excalibur Sun."

After the words fell, everyone on Juejianya fell silent.

Only the top monks in Jiuzhou know the existence of the divine sword Sun. As for its whereabouts, no one knows, and no one dares to use it, because it is a divine weapon used to open the sky and cut off the path to immortality.

The two divine swords of the Sun and Taiyin were originally owned by the Taoist ancestral court. One was damaged thousands of years ago, and the other has always been in the Taoist ancestral court.

Later, there was no immortal king in the Taoist ancestral court. In order to prevent this thing from falling into the hands of foreigners, it was changed to the three giants of Huajunzhou, that is, the "Sword God, the Yang God, and the Martial God" to jointly take care of it. Ancestor Huang Chao can be regarded as "holding the sword" People', in desperate situations, open the way to immortality, or sacrifice themselves again to seal the world.

Upon hearing this request, Ancestor Huang Chao took a step forward and instantly suppressed the sword intent between heaven and earth:

"Are you worthy of holding this sword?"

Teng Sheng looked calm and did not fight with Huang Chao Ancestor's sword intent:

"Master, you are old, and the new Zuo Lingquan is too young. Now in the land of Jiuzhou, I am the only one who can hold this sword.

"Under normal circumstances, I would ask Master for the sword first, and then take the magic sword Sun. But Master and Yang Shen must have known about the changes in the past few days. If you and I are slightly injured, it will not only affect the good and evil, but the entire Jiuzhou.

"So, I would like to ask Master not to act on impulse. If you delay letting go of something that should be given to young people, it will only damage your reputation and make you a sinner for all eternity. ”

“Wow——”

As soon as these words came out, the entire Juejian Cliff went crazy.

A foreign immortal king came to Juejian Cliff with a swagger, advising the old sword god with the most killing power in the world not to "act on impulse". Isn't this courting death?

The sword immortals of Juejian Cliff were immediately furious, and countless people showed up, wanting to clear the name of Juejian Cliff.

But Patriarch Huang Chao raised his hand slightly to suppress the noise.

The word "old" in "old sword god" refers to Patriarch Huang Chao's generation, not the old sword.

Patriarch Huang Chao's expression was calm, but the sharpness in his eyes was better than thousands of weapons in the world:

"The sword is not given to you. You have the ability to take the sword from me, so this sword should be yours. Do you think that without you and me in Jiuzhou, no one can carry this world? If you don't dare to draw the sword, then you don't dare. Why bother to find an excuse for righteousness? "

Teng Sheng was silent for a moment, and put his hand on the hilt behind his back.

The world was also silent at this moment.

Ancestor Huang Chao was as steady as a mountain, only his robe moved with the wind, his eyes were as calm as a well, but contained an infinite edge, as if he was not looking at another sword immortal, but a three-year-old child holding a wooden sword and waving his claws.

After a little tit-for-tat, the voice sounded again:

"Disciple knows that Master has no rivals in his life, and he longs to fight with all his strength as a swordsman before his death. But disciple does not want to commit the "sin of killing the master", this sword was never left for you, Master."

Teng Sheng loosened the hilt, bowed his hands, and his figure turned into a long rainbow, breaking through the air.

Ancestor Huang Chao did not stop him, but said calmly:

"Today is your only chance to challenge the title of "Sword God". If you don't draw your sword, your future opponent will not be me, but Zuo Lingquan. "

"If Zuo Lingquan is really qualified to be an opponent, after I fight him, Master should be able to understand how 'arrogant' you are today. Goodbye. "

After the words fell, a white rainbow pierced the sun and disappeared without a trace.

It must be said that although Teng Sheng's swordsmanship was unknown, he was really vicious and did not regard the old sword god as a human being.

When Teng Sheng was there, no one dared to speak at the Juejian Cliff.

As soon as Teng Sheng left, the two sides of the Jianjiang River went crazy, and they all scolded Teng Sheng for "deceiving his teacher and ancestors, disrespecting his teachers, being arrogant and rude, and losing the way of a swordsman."

But the reaction of the ancestor Huang Chao was quite calm, and there was even a hint of relief in the depths of his eyes.

Martial arts is martial arts, and it only believes in one "there is no second in martial arts", and this is even more true for swordsmanship.

What kind of disciple is a disciple who cannot "surpass the master"?

What kind of successor is a successor who cannot let the ancestor go to the back mountain to retire?

The disciples and grandchildren of Juejian Cliff, and even the millions of sword cultivators outside, are eagerly waiting for the ancestor Huang Chao to give up his old age and give up the title of "Sword God".

Only Teng Sheng dared to come to the door with a sword, scolding Huang Chao as "old and ignorant", and wanted to open Huang Chao's eyes.

As the direct descendant taught by himself, if he really has this ability, Huang Chao would not be angry, but happy.

There is even a special term in the martial arts world for this kind of rebellion, called "thank you teacher ceremony" - knock the master down and kowtow three times, then it is called a formal apprenticeship.

If you can't even beat the master, what kind of apprenticeship are you? That's called a rotten wood that can't be carved and expelled from the master's sect!

But unfortunately, Teng Sheng is no longer a disciple of Juejianya; his sharpness is still amazing, but he stands on the opposite side.

Huang Chao sighed silently, and his eyes showed a bit of desolation.

Yangshen Dongfang Zhuzhao appeared again from Yingjun Pavilion, holding the scorching sun in his hand, and spoke softly:

"Teng Sheng is quite arrogant, Brother Huang just drew his sword, what are the chances of winning? ”

Ancestor Huang Chao put his hands behind his back, staring at the direction where Teng Sheng was flying through the air, and said lightly:

"If he dares to draw his sword, I might give in and try to get a draw, so as not to hurt his swordsmanship. Without an opponent, the way of swordsmanship cannot advance. If he stops here, Zuo Lingquan will have no opponent in the future, and the way of swordsmanship will also come to an end. I still hope that the two of them will fight to the death and raise the swordsmanship of Jiuzhou by half a level. ”

?

Dongfang Zhuzhao felt that this was a bit pretentious: "Brother Huang didn't draw his sword either, so this is a bit crazy. ”

"When the master and the apprentice fight, how can the master take the first move?"

Ancestor Huang Chao turned and walked towards the back mountain, sighing:

"When Brother Dongfang has a disciple that he likes, you will understand how I feel now. ”

??

Dongfang Zhuzhao has many disciples and descendants, but if you look at the behavior of people like ‘Dongfang Xu and Dongfang Yunzhi’, you can understand what kind of people they are.

Seeing the younger generations of other families emerge one after another, and Teng Sheng even sitting in the position of the Immortal Lord, Dongfang Zhuzhao, who is of the same generation as the old Sword God, can be said to be sighing every day at home, and is almost depressed.

Dongfang Zhuzhao maintains his appearance so well because he cannot show old age, and must be as bright as the sun; if outsiders realize that Yangshen is old and there is no successor, Yingyang Fairy Palace may directly age prematurely.

Hearing the heart-piercing words of the ancestor Huang Chao with a bit of boasting, Dongfang Zhuzhao's face darkened and retorted:

"It is the teacher's fault for not teaching strictly. If I had such a rebellious son, I would have been ashamed to face the world. A good disciple should be like Zuo Lingquan, helping the teacher, shouldering the responsibility, respectful to the teacher, obedient, and not disobedient..."

"Zuo Lingquan is not your disciple, he was taught well by Shangguan Yutang. Others, like my rebellious son, cannot be taught; look at the old man Shang, who lost a thousand years of life for accepting a disciple, and only learned art but not put in effort. But this old man Shang is as happy as a monkey, and even wants to take him to the toilet to show off..."

"..."

Dongfang Zhuzhao was speechless for a long time...