Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 288 Drunken alone at night

There is no falsehood in a great reputation, and the same goes for wine.

Shopkeeper Zheng didn't treat guests well and dressed casually. If there was nothing in the wine, he would not be able to open it for a long time. The fact that it is still being patronized by drinkers can only mean that the wine is indeed good.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao were focused on the current situation and did not pay attention to the drinks. However, after taking a sip of warm spirits, a burning sensation spread from their throats to their stomachs, and then from their stomachs to their foreheads. They felt that their thoughts were being pulled away. When he came back, he concentrated on the wine bowl in his hand.

The wine in the bowl is slightly turbid and looks like ordinary rice wine, but the intensity is far beyond ordinary rice wine. Drinking it tastes like pouring molten iron down your throat. It is incomparable with the lingering aftertaste of Xianren Brewing, but it is here in the cold winter months. One bite, but it makes people feel like a god.

"Uh...good wine!"

Zuo Lingquan suppressed the feeling of alcohol in his throat and carefully observed the wine in the bowl. He originally wanted to see if it was some immortal wine, but after looking for a long time, he found that it was ordinary wine and he didn't know how it was brewed.

Xie Qiutao's round face turned a bit red. She was born in the far northern region since she was a child. She has long been accustomed to the cold weather and the roughness of the northern region. Compared with the southern drinks that pay attention to the charm and subtlety, she likes this kind of wine more. It felt like she was being 'forced'. After one gulp, I felt that it was not enough, so I took another sip from the wine bowl.

Tang Jingxun knows how to make wine herself. She has been making wine for many years and considers herself to be a good wine connoisseur. But after she took a sip, she realized that her skills were far inferior to that of this old man. She said curiously:

"Shopkeeper, how did you make this wine?"

Shopkeeper Zheng was holding a cigarette rod and tossing peanuts:

"I've told you the secret recipe, what else can I do?"

"oh……"

Tang Jingxuan pursed her lips, knowing that she had asked too many questions.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled. He didn't care about the shopkeeper's attitude. He put down the wine bowl, ordered some appetizers from the restaurant next door, had a meal with Yan Ge, and bought a few jars of wine to drink on the road.

After the meal, Yan Ge stood up to pay the bill, and Zuo Lingquan did not refuse. This was equivalent to agreeing to go home with Yan Ge.

Yangshan is in the eastern part of Caiyi Kingdom, more than 600 miles away from Changning City. If you ride on horseback in heavy snow, it will take at least four or five days.

Zuo Lingquan didn't know whether he could solve the problem, so he naturally didn't act like the Immortal Master on the road first, but chose to ride over with Yan Ge.

Because it was dark and snowy, traveling on a snowy night was unbearable for both humans and horses. With Yan Ge's introduction, the few of them found an inn with a nice environment to stay.

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The wind and snow were blowing, making the lanterns outside the window rustle. The house was still quiet, but there was no stove, and the temperature was only a little higher than the ice and snow outside.

In order to prevent guests from freezing to death in the room, the inn thoughtfully prepared two thick quilts, but these were naturally of no use to Zuo Lingquan and others.

In the room, Tang Jingxun untied his heavy fur and leaned on the thick quilt. He did not dispel the drunkenness, and teased Dumpling for dried fish with a look that seemed drunk but not drunk.

Zuo Lingquan wanted to be alert to his surroundings, so he couldn't indulge in the feeling of being tipsy. After sending Xie Qiutao back to the house, he went into the quiet house and closed the door.

Seeing Jingxun lying sideways on the bed, with her curves exposed, she almost said, "Damn it, come here quickly." Zuo Lingquan smiled a little, walked to the bed lightly, squatted down, and held Jingxun's hand. Embroidered shoes.

The dumpling, which was rolling back and forth next to him and being cute, turned over and looked at Zuo Lingquan who was helping to take off his shoes. He was a little confused as to why Zuo Lingquan was so 'filial', but as soon as he took a second look, his eyes went dark and he was covered by a heavy blanket. The quilt was buried underneath.

"grumble?"

Jingxun covered the dumplings tightly, and slowly lifted up her skirt. Her eyes looked a little strange, but she did not shrink back, but asked in a low voice:

"Mother, are you busy?"

As soon as Zuo Lingquan pulled down the edge of his pantyhose, he saw the outline of a fat and soft white jade tiger, and stopped when he heard the sound.

Tang Jingxuan was silent for a moment, and just when he wanted Zuo Lingquan to continue, he heard a response in his mind:

"Are you in Caiyi Country?"

"Okay, are you busy? If not, I'll start..."

"busy right now."

Tang Jingxun didn't believe it, so he took Zuo Lingquan's finger, put it on his lapel, and said rather provocatively:

"What are you busy with? If you don't explain clearly, it will be very difficult for my sister."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know what to do, so he stood up and fell next to Jingxun, waiting for her to negotiate with her ancestor.

Zuo Lingquan could only hear Jing Xun's words, but not the ancestor's response. After waiting for a moment, he saw Jing Xun's body stiffen, and then he skillfully raised his hands, using True Qi as a guide, in front of the two of them. A red magic circle was drawn in the sky, and then the magic circle gradually blurred, and pictures began to appear.

Zuo Lingquan was stunned. He didn't expect Jingxun to be able to use this kind of Divine Ability. He pulled up Jingxun's skirt and sat down to look at it carefully.

The magic circle suspended in front of you should be the perspective passed down from your ancestors. Inside is the bright moon of the Galaxy, and the clouds separate the two worlds of immortality and mortals.

A plump girl wearing straw sandals was holding her cheek, lying on the clouds, looking at the distant horizon.

Under the silver moon in the sky, there is a golden river, moving slowly towards the north in the silent night sky. Only when you look carefully can you find that it is a long dragon composed of lights.

Tang Jingxun didn't know why, he focused his eyes on the stocky girl not far away from the angle of view, and asked:

"Is this your daughter?"

A voice came from the screen:

"When I was a child."

"Um?"

Tang Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, and looked closely at it. He wanted to touch it with his hands, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Zuo Lingquan's gaze was focused on the long line of lights in the distance.

If you look closely, you can see that there are hundreds of ferries in the long queue, with giant puppets, large spiritual beasts, and mountains of elixir materials Law Weapon on them. There are also various flying spiritual beasts and monks who wield weapons around the fleet. , and they were as dense as locusts. If you glanced at them, there would probably be no less than ten thousand people.

Zuo Lingquan has been in the spiritual practice for a long time, and it is not that he has never seen big scenes, but this is indeed the first time he has seen such a huge team traveling in the sky together. With the vast world in front of him, the scene even shocked him.

"these are?"

"The reinforcements sent by the Nine Sects assist Huajun Continent in attacking Posu Continent."

Zuo Lingquan has not yet left Yuyaozhou and is not aware of the situation outside. Seeing so many people rushing to the battlefield of immortals and demons, he naturally became solemn and said:

"Are these people disciples of the Nine Sects?"

"There are eight thousand disciples of the Nine Sects, and nearly 20,000 Independent Cultivators who followed after hearing the news. The Cheng Jiujiang and Wang Rui you know are among them."

"Um?"

When Zuo Lingquan was in Qihuang Valley, he was chased by wild cultivators. His junior brother Wang Rui once risked his life to save him. He knew Wang Rui's character and it was not unusual for him to go to war with passion, but he remembered that Wang Rui was just Qi Refining back then.

Needless to say, Cheng Jiujiang is a standard old man. Do you expect him to go to war?

"Senior Shangguan, are these people the strong men who were forced to do so by the Nine Sects?"

"When good and evil are fighting, forcing strong men is to send soldiers and horses to the opponent. These monks are all spontaneous. After Wang Rui became a disciple of Lu Jianchen, he has been in retreat at Jingtai Terrace, and this time he went to experience it; as for Cheng Jiujiang, and Ling Ye Song Chi was summoned by the Shaking God Fist. Song Chi was born in Jianghu and had a chivalrous spirit. He and Tie Cu Mansion asked for help, and Cheng Jiujiang followed."

Zuo Lingquan had a good relationship with these people, so he was naturally worried about their safety. He wanted to ask, but he seemed a bit idiotic when he asked if the battlefield was dangerous, so he didn't ask.

Ancestor Shangguan could guess what Zuo Lingquan was thinking and responded:

"The battlefield between immortals and demons is crueler than you think. These people have been in the past and are very lucky to come back. I am here not only to see them off, but also to send them on their way. There are many people who can only see each other again in the next life."

Zuo Lingquan felt his heart skip a beat when he heard that there was no difference between them and he sat up straight.

Tang Jingxun also frowned: "You know that most people are going to die, why do you still let them go?"

"This is the purpose of practice. If you don't go, who will give you the opportunity to love me quietly in the house?"

After Patriarch Shangguan finished speaking, the formation in front of him dissipated on its own, and the picture disappeared without a trace.

Tang Jingxuan pursed her lips and felt that the good lady was really busy, so she straightened her clothes and whispered:

"Forget about today, huh?"

Zuo Lingquan's original thoughts have disappeared. He was silent for a while, sat cross-legged on the bed, and said with a smile:

"Well, let's practice. After we're done with this, maybe we can follow him and have a look. Cheng Jiujiang has already gone to slay demons, so we're just wandering around in the back. What are we talking about?"

"It's so dangerous outside. Killing demons and slaying demons here isn't the same as slaying demons.

"Too……"

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On the other side, in a room separated by a wall.

Xie Qiutao, who drank a lot in the wine shop, did not get rid of the drunkenness. He leaned on the pillow with a red face and held the iron pipa in his arms. He wanted to play a few times casually, but it was more disturbing in the secular world, so he gave up. this idea.

My head was dizzy, and I felt a little drunk but not drunk.

Xie Qiutao lay down for a moment, then turned over and put the quilt between his legs, lying down as if holding a big pillow. Then he placed the little dragon turtle huddled in the shell in front of him, squinting and trying to figure out his spiritual wisdom.

But when a person is drunk, what business can he think about? After just thinking about it for a moment, Xie Qiutao's thoughts slowly drifted to other places, such as, 'What are Sister Jingxun and Mr. Zuo doing?' Is there a sound of um um ah ah? 'Hey~ how can a good girl think like this? embarrassing thing'...

After just thinking about it for an unknown amount of time, Xie Qiutao's eyelids gradually became heavier and he slowly closed them, seemingly falling asleep.

But a moment later, Xie Qiutao, who was sleeping, gradually wrinkled his eyebrows and moved his eyes rapidly, as if he was having a nightmare.

Lying on the pillow, the little dragon turtle, which had never dared to show its head, seemed to have noticed something. From the turtle shell, a golden dragon head with two small horns was slowly poked out, with two small beards and mung bean-like eyes, blankly Looking at the little girl sleeping soundly next to her.

What Xie Qiutao was having seemed to be no ordinary nightmare. His eyes moved faster and faster, and his hands gripped the quilt tightly, almost tearing it to pieces. His expression even showed a ferocious look.

The little dragon turtle was a little scared. Seeing that the situation was not good, he slowly crawled under the bed. However, the little dragon turtle was placed on the inside. When he climbed over the iron pipa, he accidentally stepped on the pipa string, and a sound suddenly sounded in the room. :

"Boom—"

The low sound of the pipa is not loud, but it is like a hammer hitting someone's chest directly.

Xie Qiutao, who looked ferocious, was instantly awakened and turned over.

"Huh...huh...how did you fall asleep..."

Xie Qiutao took a few deep breaths and touched her forehead, only to realize that she was covered in cold sweat. Her eyes were blank. She first looked down at the Pipa in her arms, and then looked to her side.

The little dragon turtles that were raising their claws to escape looked at each other and retracted their shells with a "swish".

"Eh?!"

Xie Qiutao's eyes lit up, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared. He quickly picked up the dragon turtle that crawled out and held it in his hand to look at it:

"Come out, come out, I will accept you as my spiritual pet, follow me from now on, I guarantee that you will be popular and drink spicy food..."

The vibrating sound of the pipa also alarmed the men and women meditating next door, and Zuo Lingquan's voice came over:

"Thank you girl, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I fell asleep after drinking too much and accidentally touched the pipa string."

"Yes, go to bed early."

"good……"

Xie Qiutao was frightened and woke up. She was no longer drunk. She couldn't think of sleeping. She held the little dragon turtle in her hands and chattered endlessly...

(end of this chapter)