Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 337 What am I doing? !

The next day.

The lake's light, autumn water and warm sunshine together outline a beautiful picture of a fairyland in another world.

In the center of the Liyue Palace, there are three adjacent islands, connected by suspended corridor bridges. The area separated by them is called the Moon Lake, which can be regarded as the "square in front of the palace" of Qianqiu Yuefu.

The main hall of the sect is located on Kuigu Island in the east, where the Qianqiu Yuefu Patriarch Hall is located. There is a majestic drum beating platform between the pavilions, where a giant drum with the Qianqiu Yuefu emblem is placed, and the buildings below are staggered and overlapping.

On the suspended covered bridge leading to the main hall of the sect, four women in costumes walked slowly.

The cold beauty at the head had a graceful and noble manner, and her eyes were fixed on the Moon Lake; the three women behind her were focused on her, with different expressions.

Jiang Yi's red dress is like a fire, her makeup is gorgeous, but her eyes are sour. She is looking at the proud concubine in front of her, and she is still muttering:

"I went over to ask about the situation, just a few words, and I didn't come back until noon yesterday. Which mouth did you use to ask? Huh?"

Wu Qingwan folded her hands on her waist, with a quiet and elegant temperament, and spoke softly:

"I still have a question. Lingye has a tough mouth. He can't say harsh words when he reunites with a man after a long absence. Naturally, he has to ask in a pink and tender place."

Leng Zhu's face turned red and he pretended not to understand.

Although Shangguan Lingye suffered a lot at night and was a little unbearable to look back on, he was still satisfied where he should be. The moistening rain after a long drought gave his snowy cheeks a somewhat moisturized luster.

Shangguan Lingye felt a little ashamed when she heard the two sisters mocking her for being a solitary eater behind her back. In addition, what happened last night was too difficult to talk about. She was afraid that the two of them would know, so she explained:

"I originally went over to ask about the situation, but you don't know his temper yet? He just said, 'I came at the right time,' and he started to use both soft and hard tactics. I thought I couldn't walk away, and there was nothing I could do."

Jiang Yi didn't believe it at all: "You can't help it? If you really want to leave, can he hold you down?"

"Yes, Quan'er never forces a woman. If you really don't agree to it, he will force it? You look at your walking posture and it's pretty rough, right? I came together today and found that the water in Chunchao Lake has risen several feet. I’m afraid Quan’er’s house has been flooded…”

Leng Zhu couldn't understand what he heard and asked curiously:

"What does it have to do with the rising water in Spring Tide Lake?"

Jiang Yi's face was a little red, but she still explained: "When this foxy girl becomes wild, it's like a river flooding. It has more water than my aunt."

"oh……"

? ?

Wu Qingwan's eyes darkened slightly, and she glanced at Jiang Yi. She felt that this girl didn't have any awareness of "the same hatred of the enemy", so how could she be ridiculed at the same time?

Shangguan Lingye was ridiculed in this way, and he was inevitably embarrassed, but his expression remained calm and calm. He only paused slightly and looked down to make sure that there was nothing unusual in his footsteps.

After all, all she could think about now was how embarrassed she felt when she found another way, and she felt strange and uneasy behind her back.

While the four of them were chatting, they arrived at the main hall of Yuefu on Kuigu Island. The master of the palace was sitting there, while Mrs. Xue was entertaining the female guests. Shangguan Lingye was still watching the ceremony near Mrs. Xue.

The Mid-Autumn Festival will only start at noon. The monks who come from all over the world to join in the fun gradually arrive on cruise ships. Most of them board the two accompanying islands. Some people stand directly on the cruise ship and watch from a distance under the suspended verandah.

The water of Wangyue Lake is as clear as a mirror. There are many platforms level with the water surface near the three islands. Fairies and Immortal Masters who are good at music perform on the stage and communicate with friends from all walks of life. There is also a large platform in the center of Wangyue Lake. The stage, because the Mid-Autumn Festival has not started yet, no one went up.

The main hall of Yuefu is facing the Moon Lake. It is a palace and pavilion facing the water. Many immortals have already taken their seats. Others are coming one after another. From time to time, the voices of people calling for friends can be heard:

"Prince Wang, nice to meet you..."

"It's only been ten years since I last saw you. Xiao Yunli has grown into a big girl. Which young hero are you standing here looking around?"

"Oh~ I'm not waiting for anyone..."

…

After Shangguan Lingye took his seat to watch the ceremony, the two girls next to him finally stopped and began to look for traces of the figure in the vast sea of ​​people around Moon Moon Lake.

Shangguan Lingye searched around but couldn't find it, so he turned his attention to the guests seated in the main hall.

In addition to the noble sons of wealthy families who showed up on the cruise ship, there were also senior elders from other sects and heads of aristocratic families in the main hall. Shangguan Lingye came to Huajunzhou for the first time. He might have heard the names, but he didn't recognize them.

According to his status, Shangguan Lingye is a member of the top immortal family everywhere. Naturally, he cannot take the initiative to chat with these polite people. When no one comes to visit, he just chats with Yahe who is receiving him.

Not far away, people from Yingyang Immortal Palace were already taking their seats in the main hall.

Originally, according to their identities, the location of Yingyang Immortal Palace should be near Shangguan Lingye, but the two sides had a conflict on the cruise ship. Mrs. Xue very considerately separated the seats, not far apart but isolated by the flower and bird landscape, so that they could not see each other. .

Among the seats in an elegant environment, Dongfang Yunzhi, who was wearing a white dress and a not-so-good-looking face, sat alone behind a long desk, playing the beautifully crafted lyre in front of her.

Zhou Mu sat next to him and scanned the crowd around Moon Moon Lake. When he saw Dongfang Yunzhi, who always liked the feeling of stars holding the moon, he sat here without saying anything and said:

"Yunzhi, I have already said hello to Mr. Sanzhu, and I will teach that Dongzhou barbarian a lesson in public today..."

Dongfang Yunzhi was unruly and not stupid, so he said coldly:

"Sword Demon Zuo Ci scolded you in public, what does it have to do with me? Do you think I'm angry about this? It's an offense to Yingyang Immortal Palace. As a disciple, you don't go up and risk your life. Instead, you go to Mrs. Xue for help. The sect's My face has been completely ruined by you."

Dongfang Yunzhi dared to scold Zhou Mu, but Zhou Mu didn't have the guts to scold the ancestor's descendants. He could only shake his head and said:

"I have been your companion since I was a child. I studied music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. I am really not good at fighting in the ring. That barbarian is a swordsman. Using force to suppress others is equivalent to using a long weapon to attack a weak person. It is not reasonable at all. If we compete on piano and chess, how can I be afraid of him?"

Dongfang Yunzhi did not deny this, but said:

"You know that the other party is a barbarian. What's the use of asking Mr. Sanzhu to scold him for being rude? If you want to scold him, you should scold Shangguan Lingye. She is obviously an ignorant country woman, but she comes here to pretend to be elegant..."

"Don't worry, I have made arrangements. The barbarian will not be able to come to Taiwan today. They are all from Dongzhou. If the barbarian is embarrassed, he is also slapping Shangguan Lingye in the face..."

At this point in the conversation between the two, Dongfang Yunzhi suddenly turned to look at Moon Lake.

Zhou Mu followed and looked around - the two islands adjacent to Moon Moon Lake were crowded with people. There were fairies and Immortal Masters performing folk arts on more than a dozen round platforms by the lake. Dongfang Yunzhi was looking at one of the round platforms, with a figure wearing a traditional skirt on it. The round-faced little girl is adjusting the pipa for performance.

Dang Dang Dang~~

"Is there something wrong with this person?"

"I don't know. The sound of this pipa is very special."

"Hmm... the voice is so rich, it's similar to... similar to playing cotton in the secular world, can this thing play a tune?"

…

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Zuo Lingquan took a cruise ship, crossed hundreds of miles of lake, and arrived at Ganfeng Island of Liyue Palace in the early hours of this morning.

Because the Zongmen celebration hadn't started yet, I stood by the Moon Lake with Jingxun and Qiutao, watching the performance of the Independent Cultivator and Xiao Zongmen disciples outside.

Qianqiu Yuefu's Mid-Autumn Festival is an occasion for artistic exchange. As long as you have some ability, you can get on stage. If you don't have the ability, the deacons of Qianqiu Yuefu will not stop you. However, no matter how thick-skinned a normal person is, they will not do it on such a big occasion. It's embarrassing to mess around.

The cultivators performing on stage outside were not as good as those from famous families, but there were not a few female cultivators with outstanding looks.

Zuo Lingquan stood by the water pool and watched for a long time. He also saw a female nun in cool clothes dancing on the stage. She didn't know if it was from the 'Endless Pleasure Sect'. Anyway, the dancing posture was so seductive and the twisting of the waist and hips was completely inappropriate. He hinted at it so that the group covered their eyes: "Chichichi..." and said something like 'this woman is more irritating than her mother'.

It's a pity that before Zuo Lingquan even took a second look, he was grabbed by Jingxun and pulled away. He listened to a bad old man playing the erhu for a long time without looking at anything.

After Xie Qiutao arrived at the Liyue Palace in the early morning, she signed up with the deacon of Qianqiu Yuefu, but there were too many people in line. By the time it was her turn, the sect's celebration was about to begin.

Xie Qiutao has a lively and outgoing personality, and she has no stage fright in the face of high-profile situations. She is eager to try while holding an iron pipa.

Zuo Lingquan and Tang Jingxun were a little nervous, especially Tuanzi, who bit Xie Qiutao's skirt and signaled, "Don't be impulsive, Taotao. People can not be afraid of death, but they can't die forever".

Zuo Lingquan couldn't say that Qiutao's skills were not good. Anyway, it was a communication occasion. After hesitating for a moment, he encouraged:

"Don't worry, I will punish anyone who dares to laugh at you."

Xie Qiutao was not very satisfied with these words: "Young master Zuo, you still don't believe that I can't do it? I used to play for fun, but when I get serious, I'm very good."

Zuo Lingquan was dubious and watched Taotao, who vowed to become famous today, jump onto the round platform by the lake.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of monks, Xie Qiutao sat down with her pipa in her arms, adjusted her posture slightly, and after finding a familiar rhythm, she began to perform the piece she had practiced for many days:

"Dangdang~"

result……

It cannot be said of playing cotton. The music is very cheerful and paired with the deep and thick tone of the iron pipa, it has a unique flavor.

However, Xie Qiutao has taken demons and demons as her own responsibility since she was a child, and her main focus is on the rhythmic spells passed down in her family. She doesn't have a deep understanding of pure musicality.

But even so, Xie Qiutao's performance on stage far surpassed most of the Independent Cultivators who came before. The onlookers were first surprised by the timbre of the pipa, and finally attracted by the music, and countless people nodded in approval.

The masters sitting in the main hall of Yuefu also heard this special pipa music. After listening for a moment, the female Xiu Yahe said:

"The music played by this girl is a bit like the music of the northern region. Beishouzhou has not fallen behind, and most of the immortal families such as Black Tortoise Terrace have disappeared, and the inheritance has also been broken. Today, it is rarely heard."

Shangguan Lingye and others, who were worried about Xie Qiutao, secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

Dang Dang Dang~~

At the end of the song, there was a moment of silence by the lakeside, and then there was a warm clap of applause.

Xie Qiutao was a little proud, bowed with her pipa in her arms, and jumped off the stage. She waited until everyone was attracted by the female cultivator who was performing next, before running to Zuo Lingquan:

"Master Zuo, how are you doing?"

Tuanzi squatted in Tang Jingxun's arms, and responded with a "chieji~", which should be saying: "You used to play like this, and the little tortoise has already recognized the master, and the bird thought you only knew how to play cotton."

Zuo Lingquan was filled with admiration: “It’s an eye-opener and it sounds great.”

Xie Qiutao was a little dissatisfied and said with a smile:

"This compliment is so insincere. Mr. Zuo, don't you know how to recite poetry? I play so hard, why don't you compose an impromptu poem to praise me?"

Tang Jingxuan also nodded: "Yes, for such a formal occasion, you have to join in the fun. How about you go up and recite a poem?"

"Yeah yeah……"

"Gee~"

Zuo Lingquan was good at reciting poems, but Qiu Tao's eyes were so eager. After thinking about it for a while, he came up with a literate sentence:

"Hmm... the spindle plucks the strings three or two times, and there is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings are suppressed... suppressed... forgotten later."

Xie Qiutao waited eagerly, very disappointed:

"At least you want to make a complete song. You don't have to comment on the song. You can praise the beauty or describe the scenery."

"Okay, um... Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky..."

"The poem is pretty good...but are there any geese here? The dumplings don't count, they have no necks..."

"grumble?"

"Okay, let's change it to another one... There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Once she looks at Qingren City, then she looks at Qingren Country..."

"Hmm~ That's pretty much it, it just doesn't sound like you're talking about me..."

"hehe……"

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As the three people chatted and laughed, time passed little by little. As the sun rose into the sky, the master of Qianqiu Yuefu boarded the drum tower on Kuigu Island and beat the giant drum with the sect's emblem:

Dong dong dong——

The sound of the drums was like thunder, spreading hundreds of miles away. The monks gathered near the Liyue Palace also stopped talking and looked at the main hall of Yuefu on Kuigu Island.

The Yuefu Mid-Autumn Festival is a rare occasion for literary and artistic exchanges among spiritual practitioners. We don’t see many talented people practicing spiritual art, but there are countless people who have reached the pinnacle of their music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

No matter how talented Zuo Lingquan is, he is just a layman here. He can't do much other than watch and listen to the beautiful fairies.

The purpose of the three people coming here was to see the Qu family's guqin. Mr. Sanzhu, who was in charge of playing the guqin, was an important guest at the Mid-Autumn Festival and was scheduled to play in the evening. Before that, various famous players came on stage to show off what they had learned. .

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao stood on the sidelines at Wangyuetan at first, but later Tuanzi got hungry, so they found a secluded pavilion and sat there eating and watching, just like attending a party.

After waiting like this all day, when night fell, the silent white moon rose from the lake, and the main show finally began.

Under the spotlight of everyone, the gray-haired Mr. Sanzhu climbed onto the platform in the middle of the lake that was level with the water, and played the famous Guqin under the backdrop of moonlight and lights.

Boom~~Boom~~

The sound of the piano is melodious and the music has high meaning.

Zuo Lingquan listened quietly for a long time... but didn't understand.

He turned to look at Xie Qiutao next to him: "Is this the Immortal Grade piano? It doesn't sound as good as your cotton playing."

Xie Qiutao, who was considered a semi-expert in music and rhythm, shook his head:

"The artistic conception of the music is too high, and ordinary people can't understand it. This is for everyone in Qintao to listen to."

Tang Jingxuan sat sideways on the beauty's back, rubbing her dozing dumplings:

“If people can’t understand it, how can it be considered a good tune?”

"Well, people are like this. Others say they are great. If you don't understand, you will be laughed at. So you have to pretend to understand, and you have to look down on those who don't understand. And everyone can understand things , no matter how good they are, they are still low-grade. If you don’t put down a few words, you won’t be able to show the identity of those people..."

Zuo Lingquan was not interested in piano music at all, so he didn't answer the question and just chuckled.

Soon, the song ended in the middle of the lake. Mr. Sanzhu sat quietly for a long time, and after posing for everyone, he stood up and bowed to the surrounding people.

There were many cheers and comments from the tens of thousands of monks on the three islands. No one knew whether they really understood or pretended to understand.

But everyone in the Qin Dao in the main hall of Yuefu should have understood. Mrs. Xue opened her mouth and praised:

"Sir, this song deserves the word 'sound of nature'."

Mr. Sanzhu stood in the middle of the lake, bowed his hands to Mrs.

"I came to Qianqiu Yuefu today because I admire Qianqiu Yuefu's tradition of 'emphasis on rituals and music' for thousands of years. However, there are some Fellow Daoists here who may not understand why a wealthy family on the top of a mountain would go to great lengths to teach monks all over the world what to do by example. 'Etiquette'; with the foundation of Qianqiu Yuefu and the rule of 'the strong is respected', we are still a wealthy family on the mountain, so why bother doing these things that have nothing to do with the road to immortality."

Mr. Sanzhu turned his head and looked at Mrs. Xue:

"Xue Fu, can you explain to Fellow Daoist present?"

Qianqiu Yuefu does this every year, and its original intention is to inculcate the concept of ritual and music that has been passed down by the sect to the outside world.

Mrs. Xue didn’t mind this question and responded:

"Under the law of heaven, there is no distinction between high and low among people. The reason why people can become the leader of all spirits is not because the law of heaven favors the human race, but because people themselves understand 'etiquette', or 'rules'. With the rules that the world follows, Only then can secular dynasties, cities, and towns appear, and only immortal families have large and small sects. With etiquette, justice, and integrity, people know what is good and evil, and what a man should do and what he should not do. This is the foundation for the growth of the human race."

Mrs. Xue stood up and looked at Fellow Daoist present:

"Etiquette is a shackle that the ancient sages put on people. It is of no benefit to the strong. But it is precisely because of this shackle that people can be called "human beings." Without this shackle, humans are no different from birds and beasts in the world.

"After thousands of calamities, the human race finally became a 'human being' and embarked on the path of practice, but abandoned all these things and became 'strength-oriented' and only cared about the road of longevity. A 'demon' can never be called a 'fairy'."

There is definitely no problem with these words. Practicing on the spot may not necessarily put them into practice, but everyone understands this truth and they all nod.

Mr. Sanzhu bowed his hand to Mrs. Xue and continued:

"Mrs. Xue's intentions are simple and shocking, and the weight of the word 'rules' is very clear. But there are always some people in the world who have a little bit of Taoism and start to follow the principle of 'whoever has the biggest fist is right'. I have completely forgotten everything. Others dare not respond due to force, but I just want to say a few words today."

When Mrs. Xue heard Mr. Sanzhu mention the word 'rules', she guessed that there was something behind his words and did not respond.

Mr. Sanzhu stood in the middle of the Moon Lake and scanned the surrounding crowd:

“I heard yesterday that Mrs.

The monks who were watching realized that something was wrong, calmed down and looked at the center of the lake.

Mr. Sanzhu told what happened on the ferry, and then said:

"...The Dongzhou Immortal Family is not good at music. What Zhou Mu said is not wrong in the slightest. The Dongzhou swordsman felt uncomfortable hearing these words. He could have competed on the piano platform based on his skills, but he ended up on the piano platform. , holding the hilt of the sword in his hand and speaking evil words."

Mr. Sanzhu looked sullen and glanced at the people around him:

"I want to ask everyone, does this count as ignorance of the rules?"

Many monks on the three islands looked at each other, feeling that this was not a good comment.

Although 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci' is domineering and arrogant, he is not unruly. He will kill whoever needs to be killed in Duobaotan, and he will not kill anyone in a duel at Luojian Mountain. When things are settled, he should be polite as he should be, and there is nothing wrong with it.

As for what happened on the cruise yesterday, Zhou Mu was a bitch-tongued, and Zuo Ci scolded him for being unhappy, but he didn't actually draw his sword.

But if we really want to go on the line, Zhou Mu said that Dongzhou is not good at music. If Zuo Ci wants to refute, he should start with music and use force to shut up the other party. It does mean to use force to suppress others.

In the main hall of Yuefu, Shangguan Lingye frowned, knowing that this situation was not easy to handle, so he secretly thought about countermeasures.

Not far away, Zhou Mu, who was watching the show, showed a bit of coldness in his eyes, as if a great revenge had been avenged.

Today, Mr. Sanzhu was asked to make trouble in public, and the 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci' did not show up to make trouble. His behavior was inconsistent, and most of Luojian Mountain's "not easy to mess with" influence was lost.

But what if the sword demon Zuo Ci comes out?

If Mr. Sanzhu wants to rely on Yingyang Immortal Palace, he will not be forced to surrender by force like Zhou Mu. Mr. Sanzhu insists on sticking to the rules. Can the sword demon Zuo Ci really beat someone up?

Let's not talk about whether Qianqiu Yuefu will intervene. Even if Zuo Cizhen silences Mr. Sanzhu, his reputation as an 'unreasonable and rough man' will be confirmed. This is not a good reputation. Anyway, no matter how we deal with it today, it will be It's a loss.

Zhou Mu scanned the crowd, trying to see what the reaction would be of the reckless man who dared to threaten him in public.

Mr. Sanzhu, who was in the middle of the lake, still reprimanded in a deep voice:

"If you hear words that don't fit your ears, you will use your fighting power to overwhelm them. In my opinion, they are no different from monsters. Today, in front of everyone, I said that Jue Sword Immortal Sect does not understand the music. What will happen to the old sword god? Is it possible that he can use Spirit Ascension swordsmanship? Are you threatening me to shut up and not say this again?"

Mr. Sanzhu turned his eyes and looked at everyone:

"He 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci' is also a swordsman. When he heard Zhou Mu say that Dongzhou was not good at music, he jumped out angrily and used force to silence Zhou Mu. The old man said it again today, 'The inheritance of Dongzhou cultural heritage is broken. , no one teaches me, not good at music, can you still dance today?"

boom--

Before the words were finished, the sound of breaking wind suddenly rose.

Mr. Sanzhu's words stopped abruptly. He turned around and saw a figure rising into the sky from Qianfeng Island.

The figure was dressed in a cloud-patterned prince's robe, with two swords hanging from his waist. He flew up into the air and coincided with the silver moon in the sky. Then, like a god descending from the sky, he struck directly towards the center of the lake with a fierce momentum.

"Wow——"

"Really coming out?!"

"Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved..."

"So handsome~..."

The noise continued, and the fairies and Immortal Masters watching on the three islands were stunned.

Even many of the experts in the main hall of Yuefu looked astonished. They didn't expect that the sword demon Zuo Ci would dare to jump out. What can you, a sword cultivator, do if you jump out?

He danced so arrogantly, as if he was going to trample Mr. Sanzhu to death.

Perhaps because they were afraid that this reckless man would actually kill Mr. Sanzhu in front of everyone, several experts from Qianqiu Yuefu stood up.

boom--

But in the blink of an eye, the white-robed figure fell from the air and landed on the platform in the center of the lake, causing a circular ripple.

The ripples spread from the platform to the three brightly lit surrounding islands, and at the center of the ripples were the terrifying Zuo Lingquan and the frightened Mr. Sanzhu.

Mr. Sanzhu was so shocked that he took a few steps back and almost fell into the lake. He covered his chest with his hands and looked at the cold young master who was very close at hand:

"you you……"

The entire audience was silent. They looked at the two people confronting each other with a little fear. They felt that this swordsman, who was famous for his dominance, would strike at Mr. Sanzhu in the next moment.

But Zuo Lingquan's eyes were sharp, but a trace of confusion flashed in his heart - what am I doing? Why did it jump out...

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Thank you to the [boy who has been here] boss for the reward!

Happy New Year!

(end of this chapter)