Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 296 Learned a lot

The magma between the mountains has not yet been extinguished.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao were squatting half-crouched in the exploding blood mist, using wooden sticks to rummage through the dirt for Linglong Pavilion and other valuable Law Weapons. Tuanzi was also digging the ground carefully with his claws.

Taoist Yunbao was blown to pieces, and a big crater appeared in the ground. Fortunately, Linglong Pavilion had a grade of Law Treasure, and its texture was extremely strong and was not destroyed.

After Zuo Lingquan found it, he found that it was a peace and quiet plaque with the emblem of Fulong Mountain on it. However, it was not a gift from the sect, but more like someone had specially engraved it on it. It seems that although Taoist Yunbao has gone down a deviant path, he still remains the same. Be proud of your origins.

Zuo Lingquan looked back and forth, looking for a way to break through Linglong Pavilion, when his ears suddenly twitched and he heard words coming from behind:

"Lingye, please be reasonable. Xiao Zuo and I have known each other first. I come first in everything. Even if you are not polite, you still ask me not to get involved. Do you think this is reasonable?"

"You haven't consummated the marriage, so what can you do if you leave Zuo Lingquan in the house?"

"I can do anything. I...can't I just hold you to sleep?"

"There is a saying in the secular world, you should know it."

"Hey? How can you say that Xiao Zuo is a mess?"

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Xie Qiutao raised her round face with strange eyes, pretended not to understand, and continued to rummage in the mud.

Tuanzi also noticed that something was wrong between the two mothers, but it went up to start a fight at this time, and it would not be able to gain favor from anyone in the future, so it decisively pretended not to hear, and accompanied Xie Qiutao to dig the ground.

When Zuo Lingquan saw his two wives quarreling, he couldn't think of picking up equipment, so he stood up and put on a smile:

"Lingye, Xunxun, what's wrong?"

When Tang Jingxun saw Zuo Lingquan coming, he stopped being jealous of Lingye and trotted up to him and took Zuo Lingquan's arm:

"Let's go back to the house."

"Um?"

Zuo Lingquan was a little confused. He pulled Jingxun and gestured to the surrounding mountains and fields:

"Where did the house come from in this place? Why go back to the house?"

Tang Jingxuan glanced at Xie Qiutao who was eavesdropping. He couldn't explain clearly. After thinking about it, he stood on tiptoes and leaned into Zuo Lingquan's ear:

"Sleep, what else can you do?"

"..."

Zuo Lingquan blinked, his smile was inexplicable, and he turned to look at Lingye.

Tang Jingxun pulled Zuo Lingquan closer to his arms:

"It's just us, the three of us are so crowded."

It's not too crowded for Zuo Lingquan, as long as he doesn't lie down. Seeing Jingxun getting into trouble, he said curiously:

"What did you say just now?"

Shangguan Lingye had no intention of driving Jingxun away to stay alone in the empty house, but just because Jingxun had just regarded herself as 'sister', he just wanted to be angry with Jingxun. She walked forward with graceful steps and did not conceal what Cai Cai said:

"I told Jingxun to be more careful in the future. Master often uses her body to come here, so it would be inconvenient if we run into you again. Anyway, she hasn't gotten along well with you yet, and there's nothing we can do if we practice together."

Tang Jingxun didn't think so. She couldn't do anything and had to lie in front of her man at night. That was her right. How could she give up the bed just because she couldn't do anything?

Even if the ancestor Shangguan stopped her, now the new sister also wanted to stop her. How could she agree? She hummed softly:

"Who says I can't do anything? Just do it now."

Shangguan Lingye slightly shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, I am here, and I can just give you some pointers, lest you just walk in and don't know anything..."

Tang Jingxun pulled Zuo Lingquan to the other side, not next to Ling Ye:

"Who said I can't? I've read more than you. Your skills are not as good as Jiang Yihua's. What can you teach me?"

"Yeah?"

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Zuo Lingquan listened to the two daughter-in-laws fighting each other, and she was still looking forward to it, wishing to fan the flames and incite a few words. But the current actual situation still has to be considered, he pulled Jing Xun:

"There is still something to investigate, let's go back to Huafang first, we must choose a suitable place. And this matter must first say hello to the ancestor."

Shangguan Lingye has been thinking about the 'teaching' of the ancestor just now. Hearing this, she frowned and said:

"How do you say hello to Master when you are having sex?"

"Isn't the ancestor coming over at any time? Say hello in advance to avoid embarrassment."

Shangguan Lingye thought about it too, fearing that the master would come at an untimely time, it would be fine to say hello in advance.

But it's still a bit weird to tell the ancestors in advance before doing business at night...

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At the foot of Fulong Mountain, there is Peach Blossom Pond.

It didn't snow in the south, but in the cold winter months, the Qianli Spiritual Field outside Peach Blossom Pond also looked a bit barren. Only the thousands of peach blossom trees within the sect did not fade and still bloomed with brilliant colors in the cold wind.

The Nine Sects rush to help Hua Junzhou, and Taohuatan needs a lot of practice materials. It has been relatively busy recently, and there are disciples running around everywhere in the sect.

In the middle of the night, a gust of wind wrinkled the cold pool deep in the sea of ​​flowers, and a woman in a golden dragon scale dress appeared silently by the lake.

The ancestral tree that covered the sky and the sun by the lake has disappeared, and only the stone tablet with scratched-off handwriting remains, standing alone in place.

After the woman in the gold skirt glanced at the words 'Hands planted here' on the stone tablet, she raised her finger and lightly drew a stroke on the lake. A crack appeared on the lakeside, which was as flat as a mirror, revealing the valley below where flowers bloomed.

The valley is not big, there is a peach tree in the middle, and other than that, there are colorful flowers that spread to the edge of the canyon.

Under the canopy that covers the sky and the sun, there is still a reclining chair made of vines.

The hungover woman who was originally lying on the recliner was completely isolated from the outside world and was completely undisturbed. At this time, she didn't care about the image of her ancestor and lay directly in the sea of ​​flowers.

If it wasn't for the high breasts that exposed the position, it would be really difficult to find it with the naked eye at the first time.

Lord Peach Blossom would naturally notice someone entering the small world, but he had no intention of waking up to pick up the guest. He even turned over drunkenly, leaving the back of his head to the visitor.

Ancestor Shangguan was not surprised by this. He walked slowly to the shade of the tree, thought for a while, and sat on the ground in the sea of ​​flowers. It seemed that because there were no outsiders to disturb him, he put down his arrogance.

Lord Peach Blossom was a little puzzled when he saw that Shangguan Patriarch was silent, and turned over in the sea of ​​flowers again, facing her:

"What's wrong? If you want to be in a daze, you won't go to your own room. What are you doing here?"

The ancestor Shangguan looked up at the canopy above, and said flatly:

"I have something to ask you."

Lord Peach Blossom was not interested at all, sat up, lazily picked up the jug and took a sip:

"You are all-knowing and omnipotent, you can make your own decisions about everything, and you still need my help?"

"It has something to do with you."

Ancestor Shangguan turned around, took Lord Peach Blossom's wine flask, and swiped his hand on the wine flask. The original mellow aroma of the wine changed drastically and turned into the taste of ordinary wine.

Lord Peach Blossom was taken aback for a moment, he was dissatisfied seeing her spoiling things like this, so he took the jug back and smelled it:

"What is this?"

"I just don't know, so I'm asking you, give it a try."

"..."

Lord Peach Blossom is very picky about wine, and generally does not drink wine brewed by others, but she smelled it carefully, and found that although the aroma of the wine was ordinary, it also had an inexplicable taste, similar to the back-to-basics, big-hearted wine of a monk. It's clever but not workmanlike, and it has a lot of heat.

For this reason, Lord Peach Blossom took a sip from the jug, savored it carefully for a moment, and then frowned.

The ancestor of Shangguan imitated the taste of the wine through Tang Jingxun's drinking experience, and the taste and aroma of the wine would not be the same. Seeing Lord Peach Blossom's reaction in this way, she had already made up her mind, but she still asked:

"How? Did you drink anything?"

Lord Peach Blossom restrained his drunken demeanor, looked at the jug in his hand, and was a little displeased:

"People who love wine are like people who love swords and beauties. They can make do with anything, except for the love in their hearts. The ingredients for this wine are ordinary, but it is precisely because of this that it highlights how much effort has gone into making the wine well." .Among the people I have seen, the only one who can drill down to this point and really figure out something is that dumb drunk lunatic in Sword Emperor City, where did you get this wine?"

Patriarch Shangguan nodded slightly: "Sure enough, it's Ming Richou. This person is too casual, with only wine and swords in his mind. I really can't see what tricks he wants to do this time."

Lord Peach Blossom has dealt with Ming Richou, and has a general understanding of Tomorrow's worrying past.

Tomorrow's name is no longer verifiable, and it's not important. I only know the meaning of the name, which means "today there is wine and today is drunk, and tomorrow is worrying about tomorrow". From the name, it can be seen that he lives in the present casually.

Ming Richou's resume in the past years can be described as clear as water. He doesn't compete for Law Treasure opportunities and Earth Immortal Mountains. It's just a good wine. Even the title of "Jian Jiu" is because of the homonym of "Nine, Jiu". He thinks this name The number suits me, so I ran to fight for it——Of course, this does not mean that I will be the number one when I fight for the number nine. I have to fight for the ninth position several times before I succeed, and then I will not climb up tomorrow, at most. When someone later wants to replace him, show up and stand up for a challenge.

As for her resume before becoming famous, Tomorrow Worry did not shy away from it, and she was even very calm when talking about it to outsiders.

Tomorrow Worry is from the bottom Independent Cultivator. He is carefree and has extraordinary talents, but he does not do his job and spends all his time in the secular world with the company of wine.

When my cultivation base was very low, I was accidentally injured and fell down in the secular street, and was rescued by the daughter of a secular tavern. Tomorrow, when I saw that the wine in the tavern was good and the people were good, I stayed to help. He recovered from his injuries by the way, and as time went by he became a home-based son-in-law.

After that, Ming Richou stayed in the secular world for nearly sixty years, allowing his face to age until his hair turned gray. He stayed with his secular wife for the rest of his life, and only set foot on the path of practice again after his wife passed away.

Cultivation is all about taking one step slowly and one step at a time. In the eyes of ordinary people, this approach is tantamount to destroying one's own future and wasting sixty years in vain.

But Lord Peach Blossom and Patriarch Shangguan, who are strong on the top of the mountain, know that tomorrow's sorrow has passed the world of mortals, and from then on until he reaches the top of the mountain, he will not have any knots in his heart; There is nothing to worry about anymore, and I have a clear conscience towards everyone.

This state of mind is the most perfect state of mind for practitioners. It is not surprising that Tomorrow Chou can finally reach the position of Sword King.

The opposite example is Lu Jianchen, who is more talented and has better opportunities than Tomorrow, but he has failed in life choices, and in the end he can only become a meteor that flashed over the Central Continent, and disappeared in just a hundred years.

But being in a good mood is not entirely a good thing for outsiders; because the way of heaven does not distinguish between good and evil, as long as you have no distracting thoughts in your mind, you will be able to go to the road without hindrance.

A person like Tomorrow Sorrow doesn't care about outsiders at all, and he doesn't bother to care about the battle between immortals and demons. It can be said that he is an outsider; but once he gets tired of comfort and wants to find some excitement, no one can guess what Tomorrow Sorrow can do. Got it through.

Even if he ran to Sword Emperor City, running naked first and then committing suicide, it is not impossible, because there is no one in the world who cares, as long as he is happy in his heart, he doesn't care what outsiders think?

The last time Lord Peach Blossom dealt with Ming Richou, she was very angry by the stubborn old drunkard. When she saw Shangguan Yutang asked about this, she asked:

"Could it be that Tomorrow Chou has gone astray?"

"It's not clear yet, but it's probably close to ten. It has harmed more than a hundred mortals, and its crime is worthy of punishment."

"Does that mean that I can leave Sword Imperial City alone now and let go of my hand and slap this guy in the mouth?"

Ancestor Shangguan stood up and said calmly:

"As for your humble behavior, don't go and embarrass yourself."

"Hey?"

Lord Peach Blossom couldn't bear this tone the most. With eyes filled with annoyance, she stood up and patted her skirt:

"Come on, there are no outsiders here, let's make gestures, do you really think I am..."

boom--

Ripples of space vibration were set off in the Peach Blossom Grotto-Heaven, and the flowers and grass on the ground were flattened to the ground, and then returned to the original state in an instant.

Lord Peach Blossom, who had just stood up, lay down on the ground before finishing his words, his face turning red with anger.

"No outsiders can see here, so you don't have to get off the stage."

Ancestor Shangguan let go of Lord Peach Blossom and clapped his hands:

"To be honest, I have never heard a pharmacist come to me, the strongest martial artist in Jade Yao Continent, for a hand gesture. I have never heard such unreasonable requests several times in my life. I have learned a lot."

Shangguan Ancestor is recognized for her domineering fighting power. Anyone who loses to her will not be ashamed. This is especially true for Lord Peach Blossom who prefers formations and medicine. He would be damned if he can win.

But being unable to defeat it does not mean that Lord Peach Blossom has no temper. When she was suddenly held down, she was naturally furious:

"Shangguan Yutang! Did I say I would show off my combat prowess with you? I didn't even let you finish my words. You are attacking me secretly..."

Old Ancestor Shangguan was not a sneak attack. She had just been lonely for a long time. She had been scolded by her apprentice just now and wanted to find someone to vent her anger on.

There were no outsiders watching in the small world. Ancestor Shangguan really let go of her arrogance. Seeing that Lord Peach Blossom was dissatisfied, she slightly spread her hands:

"Then what do you want to compare? Height? Appearance?"

Lord Peach Blossom has not seen this 'easy-going' side of Shangguan Patriarch for many years. She was a little surprised and glanced up and down:

"Aside from being a woman, you are no different from a man. How dare you mention this? You haven't changed clothes in thousands of years and you can't even dress up. How can you compare with me?"

Ancestor Shangguan had a dull expression. He raised his slender right leg, stepped on the rattan couch, pulled up the dragon scale skirt and wrote, revealing the newly transformed golden stockings:

"Do you know what this is?"

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Lord Peach Blossom was stunned for a moment, frowned and took a few glances, feeling that these socks were a bit...a bit naughty!

"What's this mess? You're so old, aren't you ashamed?"

"It's better than nothing, and there are other things. I'm afraid of damaging your Taoist heart, so I really can't show it to you. You, a stubborn old witch, don't understand the preferences of contemporary young people at all, and have long been out of touch with the world. , I’m too embarrassed to compare with myself, I’ll think about it for a few more years before I come back.”

Ancestor Shangguan cleaned up Lord Peach Blossom and felt refreshed. He put away his slender right leg and turned around to leave.

Lord Peach Blossom was very angry, but he still didn't understand what those socks were just now, and he couldn't talk back after being scolded.

After the Shangguan Patriarch left, Lord Peach Blossom pulled up his skirt and glanced at the loose cloud-white thin pants on his legs - I didn't think there was a problem before, but compared with the Shangguan Patriarch, he felt that his legs were short. some……

Everyone knew that Lord Peach Blossom and Patriarch Shangguan did not deal with each other. How could she bear the double psychological and physical blow? She put down her skirt and said in a deep voice:

"Flower candle."

"Hmm?! Ancestor, do you have any orders?"

"Why don't Tiecu Mansion open a bank and start buying clothes?"

"Clothes? Disciple has never heard of such rumors. What kind of clothes?"

"Women's clothing is no different from the clothing worn by prostitutes. It completely corrupts the customs of the Nine Sects."

"Well... those rough guys in Tiecu Mansion can't make such clothes, and no one would dare to buy them if they were made. The clothes that are not available on the market in the Nine Sects are also produced by my Taohuatan, and they sell quite well. Disciple feels It doesn’t count as corrupting the public morals... Or should we just withdraw the workshop?”

"...No, I won't interfere with your young people's preferences. I'm just asking."

"Oh... How about I bring a few pieces to show to my ancestor?"

"..."

"Disciple, go right away..."

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Let’s take a look at my daily routine, I write a little less or2.

(end of this chapter)