Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 323 Thunder Bluff

Although he was very restrained, the practice lasted all night from beginning to end, and the tranquility was still lingering. In the end, Zuo Lingquan was worried that his ancestor would be angry, so he took the initiative to brake the car.

After last night's episode, the atmosphere on Turtle Island became weird. All the monks, regardless of their level, acted like they were "fearing the heavenly beings" and stayed silently in their respective residences.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't reveal the details of Flood Dragon Sea Shattering, and he couldn't explain it clearly. He could only keep a mysterious attitude about it and try to be as reclusive as possible.

After walking out of the bedroom and going to the tea room outside, Xie Qiutao couldn't go out for a stroll because of what happened last night. She sat cross-legged on the tea couch with the little dragon turtle in her arms and was lecturing Tuanzi fiercely:

"Look at the trouble you caused, it's okay now, we won't go out. There are many fun places on the ferry. There is a storytelling hall in front, and there is a restaurant outside, which sells specialties from Nanyu Island. Nanhai squid skewers, as thick as the waist, grilled and sliced, dipped in soy sauce and mustard, the taste... I can’t even eat them now!”

The culprit, Tuanzi, was lying on the tea table with his little paws facing the sky and his wings spread out and sliding up and down. He looked arrogant like "the bird is free". When he was tired, he opened his beak and asked Xie Qiutao for a small fish. He just ate it without realizing that he was in trouble.

But what happened yesterday is not Tuanzi’s fault, it can only be said that it was destined to be such a disaster.

Xie Qiutao chatted for a while, then heard the door open, and turned around to see Zuo Lingquan who was full of energy. He couldn't help but think of Jing Xun's clothes that couldn't be considered clothes, and her big white buttocks that dazzled the eyes...

Xie Qiutao's face turned red and she greeted with a strange look:

"Master Zuo, did you have a good rest last night?"

"I practiced all night, it was pretty good."

"Is it? lol……"

Xie Qiutao's face was red and she didn't believe it at all, but as a little girl, she couldn't tell the truth, so she continued to feed the dumplings.

Zuo Lingquan took a cross-sea ferry for the first time, and he was curious. He wanted to take a walk on the boat with Xie Qiutao, but there was a disturbance last night. Wandering around on the ferry might scare people. Even if he didn't practice, he would I can only stand at the window and take a look at the overseas scenery.

Running from Yuyaozhou to Huajunzhou is far away, and the walk is not a straight line. Although there are no mountain obstacles on the sea, there are many dangerous places on the seabed, such as the sea nest where the old dragon is entrenched, the area where the Kun whale is active, etc. Those that can be cleaned have already been cleaned up in previous years. If the cost is too high, they can only be avoided to avoid risks.

The East China Sea is so vast that not only sea water, but also large and small islands can be seen from time to time. The largest one can match the size of a single state in the world. It is known as the Dragon Climbing Platform. It is said that there are often Flood Dragons basking in the sun on it, and ferries come and go. I dare not get close.

In addition, there are some overseas fairy islands. The sects on them mostly follow the path of seclusion and do not often come into contact with the outside world. Due to the lack of cultivation resources, the scale is not large.

There are some young monks on the ferry whose destination is to live in seclusion on an overseas fairy island. When the ferry occasionally passes nearby, Tuotian Bastard will call out and someone will come out to check. If they are not spotted, the ferry will pick them up. Bring back.

In addition to these trivial matters at sea, Huang Ji, the owner of the ferry, also sent a deacon to visit him after a few days of silence. Taking advantage of the opportunity to inquire about the necessary matters, he invited Zuo Lingquan to a banquet.

The Qianxing Island behind Huang Ji is the largest family among the immortals in Nanyu Continent, and its right to speak on the spiritual path is not weaker than that of Dongzhou Nanmeng. Huang Ji's teacher, Patriarch Minghe, is an existence that can stand on an equal footing with Patriarch Shangguan. .

It is definitely not a good thing to have a relationship with an immortal force of this size. Zuo Lingquan will not go to Nanyu Island during this trip, and it is even harder to explain why he drank the Flood Dragon away, so he naturally declined the banquet.

The speed of crossing the sea from Turtle Island was not slow, but it still took more than three months to set off from Dengchao Port and cross the long East China Sea to approach Huajunzhou.

During the trip, except for occasionally looking at the scenery, Zuo Lingquan meditated in the house at other times. He also got close to Jingxun twice, because he had to say hello to his ancestor every time, and it was embarrassing for Jingxun to do it too often. Very restrained.

Xie Qiutao also practiced in the teahouse. She never left the house along the way because she didn't know if she would see any inappropriate scenes for girls when she opened the door. She also never ran into the bedroom and escaped through the door.

The three of them are all practicing practitioners and have long been accustomed to the days of meditation, but they just couldn't hold back the dumplings.

After more than three months of sailing, the ferry just approached the coastline. Tuanzi got up like crazy, stood at the door of the bedroom and transformed into a woodpecker, knocking on the door frantically with his beak.

Dong dong dong——

Zuo Lingquan woke up from trance, opened his eyes and looked around.

Everything in the room was as usual, with a lingering mist floating in the air. Jingxun, wearing a light summer skirt, was lying next to her, with her pillow on his thigh, still sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.

The quiet practice posture was always so casual, but she felt tired and unable to enter samadhi when she really sat there. Zuo Lingquan had long been used to it, and he pinched her cheek gently.

"Um……"

Tang Jingxuan frowned, raised his upper body sleepily, and looked at the window:

"Reached?"

"Soon."

Zuo Lingquan stood up and opened the door to the bedroom. Tuanzi was seen jumping back and forth in front of the door, pointing out the window with his wings, looking very excited.

"Chi chi chi..."

Xie Qiutao had already finished her work, put on a decent little skirt, carried an iron pipa on her back, and was lying on the window with her chin in both hands, looking into the distance.

Xie Qiutao is not tall, but she has a very good figure. She used to wear loose skirts and she didn't feel it. Now she is in a kneeling position with her pink buttocks sticking out, and she can see the roundness that her daughter should have.

Although Zuo Lingquan was a bit lustful, he was only treating his wife. Facing an innocent girl, he would naturally not stare at someone else's butt. He came up to him and looked out the window:

"This is Thunder Bluff?"

"Yeah, spectacular, right?"

Zuo Lingquan just glanced out the window, with surprise in his eyes.

It’s early summer when you set off, and it’s early autumn when you arrive.

Under the warm yellow autumn sun, a 100-foot sea cliff like a black city wall stands solemnly on the coastline, with no edges visible to the left and right.

Numerous winding covered bridges are built on the cliff, going up to the top and down to the sea. You can see the towering towers above the cliff and the ferries from all over the sea gathering thousands of sails.

To describe it as Qianfan may be a bit inappropriate.

Zuo Lingquan is still far away, and as far as you can see there are all kinds of ferries, big and small. Not only on the sea, but also in the sky are countless immortal ships. As for the monks flying in the sky in the distance, there are even more. From a distance, they look like a vast sea. Colorful auspicious clouds scatter inland and converge on the sea cliff.

In terms of wealth, the Nine Sects in the South are indeed second to none, but in terms of scale, Huajunzhou, a port that connects several southeastern continents, is indeed much larger than Dengchao Port.

Zuo Lingquan stood at the window and looked at the panoramic view of Thunder Bluff. His eyes were full of wonder and confusion, and he asked:

"Why is this place called Thunder Bluff? Is there a Minotaur?"

"Huh?" Xie Qiutao stood up straight, a little confused, and explained: "It is said that this place used to be called Black Rock Cliff, but because the monks who came here for the first time were shocked when they saw the spectacular scene here, over time they became It became Thunder Bluff, and because it was so domineering and widely spread, they all called it that..."

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While the two were chatting, Tang Jingxuan dressed up and packed up in the bedroom. She wore a more conservative autumn skirt and a curtain hat, and held the impatient Tuanzi in her arms.

Zuo Lingquan hung two swords on his waist, took a bamboo hat and put it on his head, waiting for Turtle Island to dock at Thunder Bluff's dedicated harbor.

This Turtle Island is probably the most orderly among all the ferries in Thunder Bluff. The pressure of staying with the unknown Immortal Venerable for several months has been too great. As soon as the monks on the ship docked, they got off the Turtle Island in an orderly manner. There was no sound of footsteps, but they were gone in the blink of an eye.

Zuo Lingquan led the two girls from a secluded area to the covered bridge under Thunder Bluff. During the process, he also saw Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island, standing on the edge of Turtle Island with several deacons. He bent over and gave them a greeting without coming close to disturb them.

Zuo Lingquan felt ashamed, nodded and saluted in return, and quickly walked off Turtle Island.

I thought that the farce on the journey would be over, and I could quietly escape into the sea of ​​people.

But as soon as Zuo Lingquan got off the ferry, he saw two Taoist priests, an old man and a young man, standing at the entrance of the veranda, which was crowded with people, looking towards Turtle Island.

The leader was naturally Wu Laodao. When he saw the three people coming down, he looked shocked, but he did not dare to step forward rashly.

Wu Laodao used the Dragon Prison Formation to suppress the Dragon King of the East China Sea. Although it seemed like a farce, Wu Laodao himself did not know that he sacrificed his life as a mantis and used his arm as a chariot to divert a tiger away from the mountain, giving the ferry monks a chance to escape. This righteousness cannot be faked.

This move made Zuo Lingquan respect Wu Laodao much more than Huang Ji. He quickly walked up to him and bowed his hands:

"Taoist Master Wu."

"Hey! I can't bear it, I can't bear it..."

Wu Laodao quickly avoided it and said kindly: "Senior is so polite, junior..."

Zuo Lingquan was not very old, and he was afraid that his life would be shortened if he was visited by Wu Laodao. He raised his hand to stop him and motioned for Wu Laodao to go into the verandah together. When they got to a quiet place, he shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Don't be so frightened, Taoist Master Wu. I also suffered an unreasonable disaster. That night when the Flood Dragon came out of the water, before I could see what was going on, an Immortal Venerable fell beside me. He shouted back at the Flood Dragon and asked me to keep quiet. , and left. I dare not say more details, otherwise I will be punished by God."

Wu Laodao has good eyesight, and he doesn't think Zuo Lingquan's Taoism is as high as a god. However, this matter has something to do with Zuo Lingquan anyway. He nodded knowingly and asked no more questions, but said:

"The scene that night was unprecedented. After all, I am just a Taoist who is still climbing the mountain. I have not seen Immortal Venerable's grace on the top of the mountain a few times. I came here to make friends. I hope Zuo Jianxian won't be surprised."

Xie Qiutao walked forward and said with a smile: "Taoist Master Wu, it's boring for you to be so polite. I think you are a very good man. Maybe we will have to ask you for help in the future."

"I'm afraid some of you may look down on Pindao's profession, but Pindao does have some acquaintances in Huajunzhou. From what I've seen in the past, Zuo Jianxian may be here for the first time. If you need anything, just say hello..."

After a few people walked up the sea cliff together, they saw buildings stretching to the end of the sky, with pavilions and pavilions in various places and crowds of people.

The scene I saw was similar to that of the Xianjia Market in Yuyaozhou. The difference was that there were very few monks in the market with signs of the Nine Sects, and most of them were emblems of sects that I had never heard of.

Wu Laodao was really just here to make friends, he didn't ask any unnecessary questions, and just chatted with family friends along the way; Zuo Lingquan and Zuo Lingquan were talking and laughing while looking at the various strange objects in Thunder Bluff Market.

As a ferry at the intersection of three continents, the prosperity of Thunder Bluff Fairy Market is astonishing. Even the street stalls started with Spiritual Weapon. No one has the nerve to display ordinary Law Weapon. Of course, the land price may be too expensive. , selling cheap things and losing money.

Tuanzi was naturally not interested in the conversation between the few people. He was almost going crazy with greed on the boat. At this time, he poked his head from Tang Jingxun’s arm and looked at the rare animals on the street stalls. He was relatively restrained at first. When he walked to a breeding house When I went to the spirit beast's shop, I smelled the fragrance specially used to feast on the cubs of spirit beasts. I couldn't bear it anymore. I felt aggrieved and rubbed my head against Tang Jingshen's arms:

“Chi Chi Chi~~~”

Tang Jingxun felt sorry for the dumpling, and suggested to go in for a stroll. Wu Laodao, who was walking in front, looked at the signboard in a blink of an eye, and interjected:

"I almost forgot that some of you still have spirit beasts. Most of the shops on the side of the pier are not good or cheap. They only cater to young people who have just come out of the mountain. If you really want to buy things, you have to go to the main street in front."

Xie Qiutao knew these ways, but she didn't raise spirit beasts in the past, so she didn't know much about the place, so she asked:

"Does Master Wu know a good place to go?"

Old Daoist Wu caressed his beard and smiled: "Duobaotan on Qianyuan Street sells these specially, and also opened a pond for people to try their luck to catch spirit beasts; when Pindao came here for the first time, he went to join in the fun and got a carp by luck. Later, it was given to Fulong Mountain, and it is still raised there; if you have been to Fulong Mountain, you should have seen it in Taiqing Lake, the one with the two red whiskers."

Zuo Lingquan passed Fulong Mountain, did not go in for a tour, so naturally he had never seen it, but when he heard 'with two red beards', he knew that the blood was probably related to the Flood Dragon, and the rank would never be low.

Xie Qiutao's eyes were surprised: "I heard about Duobaotan, don't they all say it's a lie, you can't catch good things at all."

Old Daoist Wu chuckled: "How can you lose money if you open a shop and do business? The better things are, the harder it is to get them; this kind of thing is just like looking for a chance. Don't be greedy if you succeed. Can't force it."

Xie Qiutao nodded slightly: "That's right, anyway, I want to buy some rations for Niao Niao, let's go and have a look together."

When Wu Laodao heard this, he showed a bit of shame, and motioned to his apprentice Lu Qing next to him:

"Yujing Mountain sent someone to pick them up outside the market. It's not good to stay for a long time. The poor road will not go with a few of you. Next time, if there is a chance, I will sit with a few of you."

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan didn't show too much courtesy. After leaving a contact information with Wu Laodao, he watched the two masters and apprentices join the market crowd...

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"... The Flood Dragon is at least three thousand feet long, and the beard alone is more than ten feet thick. Huang has never seen such a big Flood Dragon in his life..."

"Don't be silly, let me ask you, three thousand feet is about twenty miles, and the sea along the coast of Dengchao Harbor is at most two or three miles deep. How did that Flood Dragon spread out and writhe around under the sea? You stood in knee-deep water and Could you please turn me over a few times to see if I can?"

"Brother Chu, don't believe me, Huang saw it with his own eyes, but the situation was critical at the time, so it's hard to record the scene..."

In the alleys and in the shabby tea shops.

Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island who just landed, sat at the tea table and told about what happened on the road, with lingering fears in his heart.

The shopkeeper leaned on the recliner, and didn't think Huang Ji's story was fake, but he was sure it was an exaggeration.

There may be a three-thousand-foot Flood Dragon in the world, but they must stay in the endless deep sea. The only one who can appear near the coast is the Dragon Lord, and the Dragon Lord cannot be dismissed, at least not the creatures on the land of Jiuzhou.

"What kind of person are you talking about quitting Flood Dragon?"

"I don't know each other. How dare ordinary people spy on her at will? They don't even dare to remember their appearance. If they remember, they dare not tell Brother Chu."

"Then what are you talking about? The old man sees that you are here to drink tea."

Huang Ji sighed helplessly, the other party didn't instruct him, he really didn't dare to spread the matter lightly, so he could only say:

"That's all, other boats going to Yuyaozhou, Brother Chu, I would like to remind you that if you hit the Flood Dragon again, you may not be as lucky as Huang."

After speaking, he drank the tea in one gulp, got up and left the teahouse.

The shopkeeper was sitting on the recliner, thinking about the context of what Huang Ji said. Before he could figure out the reason, the curtain of the shop was opened by one hand.

The shopkeeper looked up and saw that it was a woman.

The woman has a face of about thirty, wearing the usual robes and skirts that are common in Thunder Bluff, the style of the fairy skirt, the deep blue fabric is slightly plain, she is wearing a woman's bun, wearing a flower hairpin, and there is an invisible bracelet on her wrist. The overall appearance is not eye-catching, but the temperament is very gentle and elegant, with a feminine charm.

The shopkeeper looked at it for a while - he didn't know him and couldn't tell the details - he sat up from the recliner and said:

"Tea?"

The young woman with a flowery hairpin lifted the curtain and entered the teahouse. Like a regular visitor, she took out a money bag from her sleeve and threw it into the copper basin on the counter:

"Why don't you come to the tea shop and have a meal? Let's get a pot of mirror flower tea and take it away."

The shopkeeper frowned slightly and leaned back on the recliner:

"Fellow Daoist seems to know me. Since you are here in Thunder Bluff, why bother covering your head and face? Are you worried that I will not follow the rules and attack the guests?"

The young woman with the flower hairpin sat down at the old tea table: "How many people in the world don't know the name of Black Cliff Sword Ghost Chu Yi. I have important matters in my life and it's not convenient for me to reveal my identity."

Shopkeeper Chu Yi was surprised when he heard this. As the door god of Thunder Bluff, many people know his nickname, but there are only a few who can call him by name and dare to call him by his name face to face.

"Thunder Bluff is a ferry, and monks can come and go freely. As long as they don't cause trouble, I will naturally not ask about the identity of Fellow Daoist."

Chu Yi looked at the money bag at the counter:

"However, this tea shop is my private property and is only used to receive friends. Since Fellow Daoist knows my name, he should also know my rules. If you are getting along, you can pay for the tea, but it doesn't matter if you don't; if you are not getting along, you can pay for the tea." , How can I care about this bag of fairy money?"

The flower hairpin woman obviously knows the rules, but doesn't want to follow them. She looked at the writing on the wall:

"I know you don't care about money, but the spirit in these words, but you can't stand some people's handwriting. I'm afraid it will break your Sword Heart, so I asked you to buy a pot of tea to take away."

When Chu Yi heard this, he smiled instead of being angry.

He opened a tea shop here and provided the younger swordsmen with the mirror flower tea that tempers their minds. What he seeks is indeed the spirit in the handwriting. He adjusts and condenses his own Sword Heart through who can fulfill his ambitions and who cannot. It is a way of observing others. The way is mutual benefit.

The spirit contained in the handwriting of some amazingly talented swordsmen is really dazzling. If a young and vigorous swordsman sees it and feels that the gap between people is greater than that between a man and a dog, he will indeed have self-doubt and lose his past. The motivation for action is the collapse of Sword Heart.

But he was a young man. Chu Yi could sit in Thunder Bluff and be a well-known swordsman in Huajunzhou. His mind had already been tempered and solid. How could he feel ashamed just because he saw such a talented young man? Got Sword Heart?

Chu Yi sneered: "Since Fellow Daoist said so, the Sword Immortal has probably become a Transcendent Saint. A master of this level still needs Chu's bowl of tea to help temper his state of mind?"

The woman with the flower hairpin shrugged slightly: "He didn't need it in the first place, I was just curious about his reaction after drinking it. I heard that he can regain his consciousness in half a quarter of an hour, and he is the embryo of the Sword Immortal. How long does it take for you to regain your consciousness the fastest?"

Although Chu Yi didn't know the identity of the woman, he could feel that the woman's morals were no lower than his, and no matter how dissatisfied she was, she couldn't really do it. After a moment of silence, he still said disdainfully:

"Fellow Daoist's plan is probably going to come to nothing. No matter how quickly your junior comes to his senses, he will only be in second place and cannot compete for first place. Because the kid who came to his senses the fastest is not stunned at all."

"Is it because the morality is too high, or is it born ruthless and desireless?"

"Not at all, purely in a good mood, this person is alive, enough to make the world's swordsmen astounded as heavenly beings, and the ancestors of Jiuzhou amazed!"

Chu Yi said it very seriously. He didn't mean to brag at all, and he really wasn't bragging. After all, he still couldn't forget the little bastard who gave him tea for free and said he was selling fake goods.

Seeing that Chu Yi didn't seem to be lying, the Huazan woman showed a bit of solemnity in her eyes:

"Who is this son?"

Chu Yi snorted faintly: "Fellow Daoist asks this, is it because he wants to clear up obstacles for the juniors in the future?"

The girl with the hairpin knew that she had asked too many questions, and it was taboo to inquire about good young talents from other families. Chu Yi knew that there was such a talented young man, and he did not dare to talk nonsense. Chu Yi's life would not be enough to compensate for the trouble.

"Just ask. Although the person you mentioned is unsurprisingly the number one, my junior may not be the second, and it is possible to tie for the first place."

Chu Yi didn't believe it at all.

Because the guy he was talking about was a special case, he was born to be open-minded, and he had reached the point where he had no ambitions.

I have no ambition and just lie down when things go wrong; as long as I don’t move forward, no matter how high the hurdle is, I can’t do anything; as long as I’m at the bottom of the pit, you can’t make me fall into it, so what’s the point? Obsession?

This is not the case for monks. In practice, one must move forward, climb up, and practice hard. The bigger the goal, the more difficult it is to overcome worries about the future, setbacks in practice, and doubts about one's own strength. No matter how tenacious the Taoist heart is, people will be slightly Recalling the twists and turns in the past, the length of time is all, it is impossible not to.

Chu Yi opened a shop here, and the most powerful monk he had ever encountered was probably Lu Jianchen before Sword Heart collapsed. He was basically ruthless and had no desire, and his mind was as solid as a rock. He could sweep away his earthly parents and other people in less than ten breaths after being trance-like. Sending a wife and all other distracting thoughts came back to God, leaving everyone else largely behind.

Lu Jianchen was indeed nothing at that time, but his talent was truly astonishing. Even Qiu Fengqing and other talented talents from Dongzhou's wealthy families had to follow him, and he was already regarded as one of the top swordsmanship wizards in the continent.

Chu Yi saw that the woman with the hairpin was speaking so loudly. Seeing that the other party was not inferior, he didn't despise the other party. He raised his hand and hooked it lightly, and a cup of hot tea appeared on the table:

"Now that we're talking about this, we have to lead all the mules and horses out for a ride. Give Fellow Daoist a bowl of Jinghua tea. As long as your junior can come back to his senses within three breaths, I don't want the money for the tea, so I'll give it to you. A bag of multicolored money. More than three interest, the Fellow Daoist owes the old man a favor, and when the Fellow Daoist shows up conveniently, I will pay the old man back."

A bag of fairy money in the copper basin is about a hundred pieces of witch hazel baht, because there is no other company that does not set the price of Jinghua tea, it is difficult to say whether the tea money is more or less.

But it's different if it's a bag of colorful baht. It's worth a hundred times, equivalent to one million white jade baht. No matter how big the family fortune is, the mountain ancestor will probably have a plan before spending it.

However, the favor price of the monks on the top of the mountain cannot be calculated with money. This bet can only be said to be half a catty.

The Huazan woman felt that Chu Yi was full of momentum, and seemed to be sure of everything, so she hesitated a little, but finally raised her hand and put the tea into her sleeve:

"It's a deal."

After saying that, he stood up and left the wine shop.

Chu Yi put away the money bag in the copper basin, shook his head and sighed, guessing that this unknown Fellow Daoist would most likely renege on his debt and never return.

If he came back to his senses within three breaths, he was either a person with far more talent than Lu Jianchen, or he was a weirdo in cultivation like the one he met last time. Lu Jianchen was noticed by many ancestors on the mountain and commented that "if you don't become an Immortal Lord, you will become a demon god", someone who can far surpass him Everyone has become an Immortal Lord Beast King, and one may not be born in a thousand years. The master of this kind of person would be so idle that he would ask him for tea?

Needless to say, the strangeness of practice, if there is a second way of practice, Jiuzhou may be exhausted, and it will start to fade away...

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