Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 321 What the hell are these clothes?

Thunder Bluff.

The monks who rushed to aid Northern Xinjiang had left as early as last year, and Huajunzhou, the busiest port, returned to its normal calm of people coming and going.

In the middle of the night, a ferry from the north docked in the port. A young swordsman wearing a bamboo hat walked down, holding a long white sheath sword in his hand, and came to the alley of the market.

The shops in the Immortal Family all have Linglong Pavilions and do not need warehouses. The most remote alleys are all shops, but the prices are much cheaper than on the main road. The ones that can be opened here are inns and restaurants that provide a place for Qi Refining monks to stay. .

The young swordsman searched in the alley for a long time before he found a small tea shop sandwiched between two inns. It didn't even have a sign. There was only a cloth curtain hanging on the door with the word "tea" written on it.

The shop was too shabby, and even the Qi Refining monks would probably not be down and out in a place like this. The young swordsman didn't care much about it. He opened the curtain with the hilt of his sword and looked around - inside the tea shop was There are four old tables with messy marks on the white walls on both sides. The shopkeeper is leaning on a recliner and taking a nap. Next to him is a girl holding a little book and reading through it.

The scene of Han Yi playing with his grandson is incompatible with the fairy market.

The young swordsman's eyes were slightly confused, and he hesitated a little before asking:

"Shopkeeper, do you still have tea?"

"Yes, there is hot water on the stove. You can pour it yourself. Throw the money into the copper basin on the counter and wait and see."

"I heard from my master that there is a kind of 'Mirror Flower Silver Peak' tea here. I wonder if it is the shopkeeper's shop."

The shopkeeper on the recliner opened his eyelids and glanced at the door:

"Who is your master?"

"I don't know either. He's an old Taoist priest who uses a sword. He has a bad temper..."

The shopkeeper raised his hand slightly, stopped the swordsman's words, hooked his fingers lightly, and placed a cup of warm tea on the table:

"That stinking bull-nosed person owes the old man a lot of money for tea, and he hasn't paid half of it until now. The teacher pays the debt, and the debt is on you."

When the young swordsman heard that his master owed a huge debt, he did not come in: "How much does my master owe? In fact, I am not very close to him. I don't even know his name..."

The childish boy next to the reclining chair, holding a comic book, said in a childish voice:

"Tea is priceless. It depends on grandpa's mood when he will pay it off. If you want to completely settle the debt, you can leave a line of writing on the wall. When you do it, the writing will be erased and you will not be asked for the debt."

The young swordsman was a little confused. He turned to look at the snow-white wall, only to find that there were messy marks on it. They were all handwriting, and they had everything written on them. The big ambitions were like "His heart is full of ambitions, and he will enter the fairy palace with his sword", and the small ones were " In this life, I will marry a certain fairy as my wife', and there is even a strange flower in the corner, which reads 'We must help Lao Lu find his wife back, so that he can smile at Jiuquan'.

Judging from the handwriting, they are all carved with sword energy. Although no spiritual energy fluctuations can be felt, some of the handwriting still looks as dazzling as the light of a sword. I am afraid that the person who carved the words has a swordsmanship that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After a few glances, the young swordsman asked:

"What if it can't be done?"

"If you can't do it, you will be like this in this life, and you will pay it back in the next life."

The young swordsman understood the meaning, nodded slightly, picked up the teacup and looked at it, and drank the ordinary tea in one gulp.

The old shopkeeper raised his eyes to see the reaction of the young swordsman.

After drinking a cup of tea, the young swordsman's eyes were in a trance, and he was a little absent-minded. After about half an hour, he returned to normal, put down the tea bowl, and walked towards the wall.

Seeing this, the old shopkeeper nodded and said: "Yes, he is a good seedling, but compared with the people on the wall, he is still far behind. The year before last, I met a little bastard who claimed to be brothers with Qiu Boyue of Dongzhou. Dongzhou was young The swordsmen all called him big brother; I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect that little bastard didn't react at all when he drank a bowl of tea. He also scolded me for selling fake goods and pretending to be a ghost, which made me embarrassed to ask him for tea money..."

The young swordsman's eyes were surprised. Just after he finished a bowl of tea, past hatred, jealousy and even the pain of his parents' death all appeared before his eyes. If he hadn't been mentally tough, he might have fallen into it and been unable to extricate himself. After hearing this, he curiously said :

"Could it be that this person has cut off the ruthlessness and desire of the world of mortals?"

"No, I can see it. It's a pity that I started too late and my qualifications are mediocre. Otherwise, based on my state of mind, I will definitely have a place on the mountain in the future."

The young swordsman nodded lightly, without asking any more questions, raised his sword and walked to the wall, pondered for a while, and left a line of words on the wall:

Forge a sword for the way of heaven, and cut down all the monsters in the world!

The words are painted with silver hooks and iron, and the sword spirit is like a white rainbow!

The old shopkeeper nodded, then sighed again:

"If there are immortals, there will be demons, and if there are human beings, there will be monsters. There are endless monsters in the world, and there is no way to kill them all. If you leave these words, it seems that you, like your master, want to keep me accountable for the rest of your life."

The young swordsman smiled: "If you can't finish killing, it will be like this in this life, and you will pay back the shopkeeper's tea money in the next life."

The old shopkeeper looked at the snow-white long sword in the swordsman's hand:

"He has a good heart, but this sword is too mediocre."

The young swordsman looked at the sword in his hand:

"The name of the sword is 'Golden Day'. It was given to me by a friend and I couldn't bear to exchange it. My friend is extraordinary. He realized 'Sword One' when he was a teenager. I have traveled all over the country for so many years and I have never seen anyone more powerful than him."

The old shopkeeper snorted lightly: "You have only walked a few steps. I am guarding Thunder Bluff. I have seen too many swordsman wizards coming and going from north to south. The swordsman who can really make me look at him differently is the little bastard I met last time. Danduzi, after all, that guy is the weirdest tea drinker in history.

"No matter how talented others are, how can they even catch up to the ten Immortal Lords? Not to mention the ten Immortal Lords, the talent of just one Dongzhou Sword Master can crush all the younger generations in this world. When you get to know these immortal heroes in the future, I can’t say such nonsense.”

In his heart, the young swordsman felt that his friend surnamed Zuo was no less talented than those 'Sword Gods and Sword Gods', but he didn't know how his friend was doing. It was pointless to argue with the tea shop owner, so he didn't talk about it anymore. gossip……

——

The violent storm rolled up waves several feet high on the sea surface. It was only a few dozen miles away from the coast, and it was difficult to see the brightly lit Tidal Harbor.

The huge size of the 'island' moving forward in the waves makes the vast power of heaven appear small. There is no fluctuation at all. It even makes people on it feel that the island has not moved at all, but that the coastline is receding to the east. .

Turtle Island is a large area with countless pavilions and pavilions. Thousands of people stay on it and still don't feel crowded, just a little noisy with people's voices and music.

Several high-rise buildings in the center are connected by suspended corridor bridges. There is a small venue between the high-rise buildings. The dancers and piano players on the ship take turns performing to relieve the loneliness of the distinguished guests in the building. However, if you want to go in and take a seat, you have to pay the fairy money, otherwise you will have to pay. Only a hazy shadow can be seen.

In a guest room on the third floor, Xie Qiutao was sitting on the chess couch by the window, holding a pipa in her arms. She was following the instructions of the ship's deacon, seriously reforming the little dragon turtle, and the way of reforming was to play music for the little dragon turtle!

clang clang clang——

The big strings are noisy like drums, and the small strings are like gongs.

I don’t know if the little dragon turtle was moved by what he heard, but he didn’t dare to move anyway.

Tuanzi didn't shake his head wildly in response to the loud pipa music. At this moment, he was standing alone on the window sill, looking at a garden in the distance in confusion.

The garden is an 'animal enclosure', but it is very different from the animal enclosure on the small land ferry. There are formations around it to prevent the spirit beasts from running around. The internal areas are clearly defined. At first glance, it looks more like a zoo, and the environment is excellent.

To monks, spiritual pets are not cats or dogs, but very trusted partners. Even most monks would rather suffer a little hardship than treat their spiritual pets badly. The owner of Turtle Island has done a very good job in this regard and specializes in treating beasts. The dumplings are placed where guests can see them at a glance.

Although due to the space, the larger spirit beasts are more frustrated and can only stay in the pen honestly, but the place is clean, and there are beautiful ladies who greet them and provide fruits and snacks on time to relieve their boredom.

The smaller spirit beasts are much more comfortable. All kinds of rare and exotic beasts are separated in a large garden according to their species and feeding habits. Animal training experts from the sect specially accompany them to play with them because they don't have enough food. Big, enough for all kinds of snacks.

In a garden near the sea, there was even an old man sitting on the edge fishing. Dozens of little spirit animals squatted neatly next to him, waiting eagerly. There were even a few smart little monkeys holding fishing rods beside them. Fishing for fun.

Tuanzi looked at the bustling amusement park, then looked down at the small pile of pine nuts next to his claws, and said "chie?", his bright dark eyes full of doubts about life.

On the other hand, Zuo Lingquan is also a little skeptical about life.

The guest room in Jiazi is a suite. Although the space is not large, it is divided into a tea room and a bedroom. The two women have different relationships with Zuo Lingquan. Xie Qiutao lives in the slightly larger tea room outside, while Zuo Lingquan and Tang Jingxuan live in Sleeping in the back room.

Zuo Lingquan took off his sword and stood at the window of his bedroom, watching the cute little spirit beast rolling around in the beast circle and was speechless for a long time.

Tang Jingxun was already quite diligent and thrifty. When he discovered this situation after boarding the ship, he became even more annoyed and muttered:

"If I had known better, I would have thrown Tuanzi into the animal pen and found someone to open a room like this through the back door. It would have no benefit except for a larger space. The money spent is not worth it at all..."

"How about sending the dumplings over? I think the dumplings would have more fun there..."

"It's clamoring to live with us. Now that we've spent all the money, we can't take advantage of it by sending it over, so we'll just let it stay in the house. If it dares to make a fuss, we'll sell it to pay for the boat ride..."

Zuo Lingquan felt that Tuanzi would feel more at ease with him by his side, so he said no more about it and sat down on the futon by the window.

The guest rooms in the building are prepared for wealthy guests. They are not useless as Jingxun said. They have all the necessary equipment. The layout of the bedrooms is similar to that of the Xianjia Inn. It is more like a training room. The meditation area is gorgeous and spacious, and the bed Put it in a corner out of the way.

The lights were on in the room, and Tang Jingxun had nothing to do. He stood next to the bed and leaned over to sort out the clothes he had brought with him.

Because her back was facing away, Zuo Lingquan could look up and see her plump buttocks behind the hem of the skirt. The lines were plump and tense, and they swayed slightly with her movements. Although nothing could be seen due to the hem of the skirt, the outline could still evoke the memories of those she once held and gnawed on. Beautiful memories of that time.

Zuo Lingquan began to retreat for a long time after the New Year's Eve. After leaving the retreat, he was busy working and didn't have time to enjoy it. What he did last time was to give Lingye the extra phoenix fire that Jingxun specially gave him.

At this time, when we arrived on the ferry, our cultivation had reached a bottleneck and there was no point in practicing, and there was nothing else to do, so naturally our mind was a little wandering.

After Zuo Lingquan took a few glances at Jing Xun's swaying back, he coughed lightly, raised his hand to close the window, and deployed the isolation formation in the room.

The rock pipa played in the tea room outside disappeared without a trace.

Tang Jingxuan carefully folded his clothes. When he noticed something strange, he paused slightly and looked around a few times. After he realized what he was doing, his face turned red, his movements slowed down a little, and he hummed a ditty in a low voice, "Uh huh huh~", thinking it was... Found nothing.

Zuo Lingquan sat on the futon, rubbed it gently with his fingers, thought for a while and said:

"Xunxun, what is the ancestor doing now? Can you feel it?"

"I asked a long time ago. If there is nothing to do tonight, let us take care of it ourselves."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan was speechless for a while, secretly said "I won't say it earlier", he smiled and said:

"Okay, don't tidy up, there are only a few clothes, and there are no flowers."

"What's the rush? It's only a few months."

Tang Jingxun also knows the taste in her heart, but no one will compete with her for a man during this trip, so naturally she has to be more reserved. After she put the clothes into Linglong Pavilion, she took out a few more and shook them in her hand:

"What do you want my sister to wear? Ling Ye's bright and coquettish ones, or Qing Wan's boring ones?"

Holding the clothes in his hands, they are all close-fitting clothes.

There are the more conservative Huajianli, embroidered with fish and lotus leaves; there are also Lingye's own improved styles, which are hollow and translucent as a whole, with flowers only embroidered at key points on the top of the mountain.

In addition, there are more styles of trousers. The least fabric is just a small triangular piece of cloth connected to two ropes. There are also rolled stockings, garters, etc., in a variety of colors.

Zuo Lingquan sat upright, as if he was choosing a practice method, after a few serious glances, he looked at the most unworthy one.

Tang Jingxun has a cheerful and warm personality, but after all, she has relatively little experience, and is not as open-minded as Qingwan. She picked up the small piece of cloth and looked at it, feeling a little embarrassed:

"This one? Hmm..."

Zuo Lingquan knew that Jing Xun wanted to say that she couldn't hide her hair, so she spread her hands slightly:

"do you have?"

"..."

Tang Jingxun blushed, and gave Zuo Lingquan a slight look, but did not refute, and ran behind the screen with her clothes.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan didn't rush to take a peek, but just waited for Jing Xun to come out to surprise him as if waiting for a gift...

——

Immortals are also divided into grades, grades, and grades, which is especially evident on the ferry.

Children of wealthy families and high-level Immortal Venerables can listen to music and play chess in spacious pavilions and enjoy the service of beautiful wives and concubines, while ordinary monks who are short of money can only wander around the periphery, walking around to relieve their long journeys. loneliness.

On the viewing gallery outside Turtle Island, there are many monks who have bought standing tickets. They stand by the fence with their hands behind their hands, looking at the huge waves on the sea. They try to look like they are watching the scenery in their free time, so as not to pass by the Fellow Daoist and notice that they are driving. I can't afford the lowest guest room, so I have no choice but to stand here.

Wu Laodao, who was dressed in Taoist robes, walked in the veranda with his stupid disciples, and when he reached a place where there was no one, he preached earnestly and earnestly:

"Practice practitioners, especially Taoist priests, must learn to be indifferent to fame and wealth. Comparing yourself with others for food, clothing, housing, and transportation, or feeling inferior, shows that your heart towards the Tao is not pure enough..."

The little Taoist next to him, named Lu Qing, looked at the central area from time to time, looking for the figure of the Fairy I met at the port, and when he heard the master's words, he responded:

"Master, aren't you just hanging out here at night because you don't want to spend extra money to open a room?"

"Hey, rotten wood can't be carved, and people who practice can sleep without rest. What's the difference between standing here and staying in the house?"

"You can meditate in the room. The spiritual energy outside is thin, so disciples have to be careful when breathing. Didn't Master say, 'Practice slowly, step by step, step by step'? It's only been a few months..."

"..."

Wu Laodao raised his hand and cut the back of the little Taoist priest's head.

The little Taoist said "Ouch~", he didn't dare to talk back to his master, and followed behind obediently, pretending to be wandering.

Wu Laodao secretly sighed, his eyes were a little helpless. It’s not that his family is so poor that he can’t even afford a low-end room, but he doesn’t want his disciples to be exposed to too many extravagant scenes of the spiritual path as soon as they enter the spiritual path, and not know the joys and hardships of the lower class.

You have to experience these things for yourself. The master's teachings are meaningless. If the apprentice complains about his stinginess for a while, it will be better if he is gone and the apprentice goes astray without supervision.

But the little Taoist was pure-minded, and he walked the street with his master, so he naturally didn't complain.

After wandering in the viewing gallery for a while, the little Taoist priest seemed to have some idea. He came to the fence, looked at the sea below, and said happily:

"Wow! Master, look, there is a big dragon below."

"Um?"

Wu Laodao was stunned. This place is only more than two hundred miles away from the coast. All sea beasts have been caught by the Independent Cultivator. Where did the Flood Dragon come from? He thought his apprentice was talking nonsense, so he casually came to the fence and looked at the sea.

Looking at it, the hairs stand on end!

I saw two bright spots under the dark ink-like sea surface. The depth was about two miles, but the bright spots were clearly visible, like two fluorescent lamps in the netherworld. In the depths of the ink abyss, looking at the turtle island on the sea.

Wu Laodao could tell that they were a pair of eyes, but he couldn't believe it, because judging from the interpupillary distance, the head of the giant creature below was probably bigger than Turtle Island. If it were a Flood Dragon, its length would be described as a thousand feet. They are all too small. It would be easy to swallow this turtle island in one gulp.

"this……"

Wu Laodao's face was pale, and he just looked at the eyes of the bottom of the sea, and felt the trembling in the depths of his soul.

This is Tianwei!

At the same time that the two discovered something strange, there were movements in other parts of Turtle Island.

On the other side of the beast circle, the spirit beasts belonging to the Flood Dragon group prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed, while the other spirit beasts, no matter their size or state, stood in place trembling, and some timid ones were directly attacked by them. Fainted out of fright, even Tuanzi, who was squatting on the window sill and doubting his life, got into the bed, making a cowardly look of "I can't see the birds, I can't see the birds...".

Tuo Tian Wang Ba, who was the main body of Turtle Island, did not dare to move anymore, raised his giant head from the sea water, and looked at its master in panic.

The human monks who reacted a little slower gradually noticed something strange, and the entire Turtle Island was instantly silent.

Turtle Island is the economic pillar of the Zongmen. Thousand Star Island dedicated dozens of Youhuang to guard the cross-sea ferry. The family descended.

But at this time, many guards of the immortal family looked at it, and they all froze in place. After all, Haixia was so big that it was unheard of. I am afraid that Patriarch Styx, one of the ten Immortal Lords, would not dare to move rashly when he came.

This place has just left the continental shelf of Yuyaozhou, and it is only two hundred miles away from Dengchao Port. No one could have imagined how such a large Flood Dragon came so close.

The faces of many monks and even the priests turned pale, and they didn't even dare to fly away. Only Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island, whispered to disperse the deacons on the boat, poured heavenly materials and earthly treasures into the sea to sacrifice to the sea, and at the same time contacted the lord of the Nine Sects to come to help.

But Lord Wanghai, who was the closest, realized that something was wrong, so he turned around and flew inland. It seemed that he didn't even want to go to Chaogang...

——

A little earlier, in a tall building.

Zuo Lingquan sat cross-legged in the room, looking at the uneven shadow on the screen, and gradually took on the posture of a Flood Dragon raising his head.

After a moment of rustling, Tang Jingxun showed her familiar cheeks from behind the screen, her eyes were shy, and she muttered a little shyly:

"Xiao Zuo, is this something that serious girls dare to wear on their bodies? Qing Wan and the others can figure it out..."

Zuo Lingquan kept his expression calm so that Jingxun would not see his impatience, and said softly:

"Come out, I've seen everything. What are you afraid of wearing clothes?"

Tang Jingxuan's face felt hot. He hesitated for a moment, but still walked out slowly with his arms folded.

Under the light, the white tofu-like figure made the whole room seem to be a little brighter at this time. The place that should be plump is plump, but there is no trace of fat around the waist, which can be described as flawless.

Zuo Lingquan's breath froze slightly, and he didn't know where to look first. He tried his best to look calm and normal:

"Come here, don't catch a cold."

It's a no-brainer to find this excuse.

Tang Jingxun didn't say anything. She bit her lower lip and came to the futon. After thinking about it, she had the courage to stand on tiptoes and spin around:

"How is it? Does it look good?"

The white moon, which is as round as a full moon, causes ripples with the movement, and the hollow fabric also bounces up and down.

With the fragrant wind blowing, Zuo Lingquan sat on the futon, looking directly at the big moon, feeling that his throat was about to smoke, so he swallowed his saliva to moisten his face, raised his hand and patted it lightly, causing a burst of spray:

"Do you even need to ask? Naturally, it looks good."

"Hmph~"

Tang Jingxuan bit his lower lip and let go of the hand he was holding.

Zuo Lingquan appreciated it with satisfaction, and was about to say a few gossips to make Jingxun relax, but Jingxun frowned: "What the hell are you doing..." As she spoke, a faint golden light appeared in her eyes.

?

Zuo Lingquan is used to being scared, but this time he didn't freeze, but tilted his head slightly and felt confused - didn't he agree not to disturb him? Could it be that Jingxun didn't say hello just now...

As soon as he thought about it, the expression of the woman in front of him still turned into a serious and unsmiling one.

Eyes facing each other.

Zuo Lingquan blinked his eyes, and his first words were: "Mother-in-law... bah - senior, you..." The words moved up and down...

you are so flirty...

Ancestor Shangguan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that they were not holding each other mouth to mouth, but when he lowered his head and looked...

! !

What the hell are these clothes?

(end of this chapter)