Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 352 You are also a wolf

The sword energy in the sky distorted the light and shadow of the clouds on the lake, but there was no wind or waves on the fishing platform by the lake. There was only an old man with white hair sitting cross-legged holding a fishing rod, staring at the millions of broken swords at the bottom of the lake.

Although the sword is broken, the spirit in the sword is still there. Even if an ordinary person takes a look at the bottom of the lake, he will be trembled by the bone-chilling Sword Intent in the sword pool and find it difficult to recover. However, the white-haired old man turned a blind eye and just used the fish. The fishing line on the pole carefully feels the "life" of each sword, whether it is passionate or tragic.

The top of the cliff behind the sword pond is where the ancestral hall of the Juejian Immortal Sect is located.

At dusk, two figures stood on the edge of the stone cliff, looking at the sword pool below.

The first person is a woman. Although she is wearing a plain skirt, she has a mature and beautiful temperament. She is Zhao Linglong, the wife of the Jue Sword Immortal Sect and the aunt of Miss Qiu.

The person behind is the swordsman "Twelve Lang", carrying an unsheathed sword on his back. The sword is three feet three feet long and is silver-white. The word "Dulong" is engraved on the blade, which is the name of the sword and "Sword One". The name.

Zhao Linglong stared at the sword pool below, frowned slightly, and said softly:

"...the direct descendant of the Valkyrie of Dongzhou will soon be a guest of the Jue Sword Immortal Sect. Judging from the route of his visit, it is a temporary move; the sword demon Zuo Ci, who came from the same nine sects, must be familiar with Shangguan Lingye, so he can point to the sword. Yao Zuo Ci will also come..."

When Twelve Lang heard this, his expression was a little unhappy:

"The reputation of the sword demon Zuo Ci has become a bit too big recently. There was a commotion in Luojian Mountain. Most of the sword sects in Huajun Continent were overwhelmed by Dongzhou. If Po Feng City fell again, the sects outside would have opinions. , saying that as the current leader of the Sword Sect, an outsider is making trouble in Junzhou, China, but no one steps forward to suppress his arrogance..."

Zhao Linglong could see the disciple's thoughts and said calmly:

"Are you dissatisfied with being called a 'little sword demon'?"

Twelve Lang is one of the young leaders of the Jue Sword Immortal Sect. In previous years, he was known as the "fastest sword in the world" and has never failed since he became famous.

But when Zuo Lingquan suddenly took out a 'Half Sword', Twelve Lang suffered a terrible disaster. He was regarded as the 'second fastest man in the same field' without even fighting, and was nicknamed the 'Little Sword Demon'.

Swordsmen only want to be the strongest. First and second are completely different concepts. As a swordsman, Twelve Lang was demoted without even fighting. How could he not have any objections.

Moreover, the nickname "Little Sword Demon" is really hurtful. He is called "Little Sword God" and "Little Sword Saint". Twelve Lang can still understand it. "Sword Demon" is a peer. He has never competed with each other. Why? Make it small? Why isn’t Zuo Ci called ‘Little Twelve Lang’?

Seeing that Zhao Linglong had seen through Zhao Linglong's thoughts, Twelve Lang didn't hide anything:

"If a swordsman speaks with his sword and has an injustice in his heart, he should seek an explanation from the sword demon Zuo Ci. His sword is really faster than mine, so what if I'm called the 'little sword demon'? If I wasn't so capable, I would We must let him change his name to 'Little Twelve Lang' from now on."

Zhao Linglong nodded slightly: "I called you here because of this matter. The ancestor said that no one in the same realm can draw a sword faster than you. No matter how fast the sword demon Zuo Ci is, he should be indistinguishable from you; these days , the sects outside are all looking at my Absolute Sword Immortal Sect. As long as he comes over and doesn't fight, the outside world will think that my Absolute Sword Immortal Sect is timid. There are so many sword immortals in the sect, you are the most suitable one."

"Don't worry, I will definitely let that sword demon Zuo Ci..."

"Well, outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, the sword demon Zuo Ci can be famous as he is now. He is by no means an ordinary person. According to rumors, he should be able to do more than just 'Sword One'. Don't take it lightly. But no matter how many swords there are, 'Sword Yi' is a one-sword sure-kill technique. Several of my uncles and I all know your potential. You should be older than Zuo Ci and have more experience than him. The chance of winning is actually very high. You have to fight at the last possible moment. If we are tied with one sword like Han Song of Luojian Mountain, from now on Luojian Mountain can seriously say, 'My family is on an equal footing with Juejian Cliff'."

Twelve Lang raised his hands and clasped his fists: "As long as I draw the sword, he will not be unscathed."

Zhao Linglong nodded slightly and signaled Twelve Lang to go back and prepare.

After Twelve Lang left, Zhao Linglong went down to the Diaoyutai on the side of the sword pond and bowed slightly:

"Ancestor, what do you think Twelve Lang's chances of winning are?"

The white-haired old man sitting on the fishing platform didn't really want to respond to this nonsense, but the question was from his daughter-in-law, who was running the family business. After thinking about it, he replied in a calm voice:

"If he doesn't fight, he is a 'little sword demon'; if he fights, he can get rid of these three words completely."

"Ancestor is saying that Twelve Lang can defeat the sword demon Zuo Ci and regain his reputation?"

The white-haired old man shook his head, but did not express his specific meaning...

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The sun and the moon went by, and in the blink of an eye it was already half a month later.

The suspended loft floats across tens of thousands of miles of sea of ​​clouds, gradually approaching the Sacred Land in the minds of the world's swordsmen.

Zuo Lingquan held the wall and stood at the boudoir window, looking at the white steamed bun-shaped clouds, and couldn't help but think of Jingxun's white and pink...

Maybe I've been holding it in for too long, and I can't see anything serious.

While Jingxun was recuperating in the attic for the past few days, Jingxun probably didn't come to bother her because she was afraid of affecting Sister Yingying's treatment of her injuries. Naturally, Qiu Tao couldn't come either.

Sister Yingying came to treat his injuries on time every day, because she knew that Jingxun was suspicious, no matter what she thought in her mind, she was no longer so gentle to him; she deliberately kept a distance, not to mention kissing him, not even touching him. If he dared to look at her wildly, he would be stabbed hard. Occasionally, the dumpling would come up to eat and drink, and he would be stabbed again.

The ancestor has not been here these days. Zuo Lingquan misses him a lot, but he definitely doesn’t want to see her until he recovers from the injury - just one sister Yingying will almost kill him. If the ancestor attacks again with a two-pronged attack, he must die. On sister Yingying's bed.

Although the process was a bit painful, no matter what, after more than ten days, I got through it, and my injuries have recovered by 40 to 50%. After a few more months of training, I should be able to recover as before.

Zuo Lingquan stared at the window for a moment and then looked back into the house.

"Crack, click, click..."

There was a tea tray on the round table in the boudoir, and the little furry dumpling squatted in the middle of the round table.

On the fruit plate in front of him, there was a big peach that was slightly smaller than it. From time to time, he lowered his head to take a bite, and then looked at the portraits on the wall.

Xiantao is very strong. If you eat all the dumplings, you will definitely gain weight. Maybe you are afraid that your mother will find out if you eat too much at one time. I eat dumplings very sparingly these days. I have only eaten half of the dumplings so far, and I only dare to hide in Eating it in the boudoir is quite funny.

Zuo Lingquan came forward and looked at the portrait on the wall - the beauty in plain clothes had little difference in temperament and appearance from what he had seen in the past. He could easily recognize her as Mei Jinshui at a glance; the girl with braids had changed a lot. , if it weren’t for the bouquet of peach blossom branches in his hand, no one would believe it if he said it was Qiu Tao when he was a child.

Because Sister Yingying's master and apprentice parted ways, it was difficult to ask about the portrait. Zuo Lingquan only dared to take a closer look at Sister Yingying when she left.

When Tuanzi saw Zuo Lingquan approaching, he tilted his head and pushed Taozi politely:

"grumble?"

"I'm not hungry, you can eat."

"grumble."

Tuanzi turned his head back and continued to eat peaches. He looked at the portrait for a few times and then said:

"Chi chi chi..."

Zuo Lingquan said with a smile:

"You said it looks like Qiutao?"

Tuanzi was stunned and compared for a moment, then he started "chichijiji..." which means:

"Niaoniao asked if this big woman is the nanny in the future. If yes, Birdia will remember it and will help you save the beauty next time we meet..."

Zuo Lingquan naturally couldn't understand such a complicated meaning, so he just answered the words in a confused manner:

"So lively and cute, I think she looks like Taotao. Who do you think she looks like?"

Not enough words to speculate.

Tuanzi spread his wings and continued to nibble on the peach.

The two of them had just chatted a few words when a quiet voice came from downstairs:

"Hey? Where has this little broken bird been hiding..."

"Yeah~Sister Jingxun, I can't fit it on my chest...and it's not even under my skirt..."

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The dumpling got excited, turned it up quickly, pushed half a peach to Zuo Lingquan, and ran out.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled. He stayed in the room for half a month and never wandered around in the attic. When he heard the voices of the two girls, he naturally missed them. Seeing that he could walk without any problems, he held on to the wall and left the room. .

There are several living rooms on the third floor of the attic. The innermost room is the Qi Refining room for meditation. With the door open at this time, you can see the array patterns inside the room that are integrated with the room decoration, as well as the terrace facing the sea of ​​clouds.

Lord Peach Blossom may have been drinking alone last night. He looked drunk and leaned lazily on the piano table.

Lord Peach Blossom is wearing a looser skirt. Because she is sitting sideways with her legs bent, her round butt resting on her calf, her impressive size is clearly displayed.

There was a breeze on the terrace, blowing her jet-black hair and skirt. The black silk stockings around her ankles appeared and disappeared, adding a bit of seductive charm to her plump and graceful back.

Zuo Lingquan stopped in the corridor and took a few glances subconsciously. His eyes unconsciously fell on the wrong place. He was thinking: Unfortunately, last time I just thought about rubbing Hong Hong's chest, I forgot to touch it...

Before I could finish thinking, a cold voice sounded from the terrace:

"Zuo Lingquan!"

Lord Peach Blossom sat upright, turned around, and revealed his dangerously moist eyes:

"I didn't treat your injury today. Are you itchy again?"

Zuo Lingquan's expression condensed, and he turned his serious gaze to the sea of ​​clouds outside the window and walked into the house:

"Haha, um...Sister Yingying's senses are really sharp."

Lord Peach Blossom is an ancestor on the mountain. If someone is admiring her buttocks behind her back and she can hardly notice it, then there is a problem. She said displeased:

"You are injured, so I won't take care of you yet, but you'd better keep your eyes open. My patience has its limits. Ancestor Huang Chao is more powerful than Shangguan's wife. When you get to someone else's territory, how dare you If you look around randomly and are noticed by others, I will lose all my face. When the time comes to clean up the house, even Shangguan Yutang will not be able to protect you."

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe this threat at all, but if Sister Yingying saw it, she would inevitably be ravaged again, so Zuo Lingquan changed the topic with a smile:

"The old sword god is stronger than the ancestor?"

"That's natural. Shangguan's wife has to call you senior when she sees you."

Lord Peach Blossom nodded seriously.

But Lord Peach Blossom said this, not because she knew the specific strength of the two Immortal Lords.

The top ten Immortal Lords are all people who have reached the top. They have stood on the top of the world in all aspects. It is difficult for the ten Immortal Lords to judge who is strong or weak before the fight begins. It can be said that every Immortal Lord has the confidence to fight. Nine, but the actual situation can only be known by doing it.

Venerable Peach Blossom said that the ancestor was not as powerful as the old sword god because she had to call the old sword god 'senior' when she reached Juejian Cliff.

If Madam Shangguan was so powerful that she would only call him ‘Fellow Daoist’ when meeting Patriarch Huang Chao, but if she was called ‘Senior’, wouldn’t Zuo Lingquan become a person a generation younger than Patriarch Shangguan in Zuo Lingquan’s mind?

Of course, Zuo Lingquan couldn't figure out these preoccupied little Jiujiu, but she just doubted the authenticity of sister Yingying's words.

Zuo Lingquan sat down beside the piano platform, looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside, thought for a while and asked

"If you go to Juejian Cliff, you will most likely be rejected. Senior Shangguan said that the old sword god might look down on me; I can draw the sword myself, and I don't want to ask anyone for help."

Lord Peach Blossom moved to the side of the piano platform, keeping an appropriate distance:

"Judging from the evaluation, the old sword god admires you very much, but it is really unlikely to help you. You are a bit like the old sword god's apprentice."

"Really? Which apprentice?"

Lord Peach Blossom picked up the wine gourd, sipped it against her red lips, and looked to the northwest:

"The old sword god took in a disciple named 'Teng Sheng', a little wolf who was rescued when he was eliminating demons in the west; it is said that when he killed the wolf demon, the little wolf guarded in front of the corpse rather than let him die , the old sword god saw the 'human nature', so he brought the little wolf back."

"Is it a wolf demon?"

"Well, in the next hundred years, the little wolf has successfully transformed into a human form. His talent can only be described as 'the best in nine continents', and his character is admired by everyone. However, in just over ten years, he has become one of the heroes of the righteous way. , and was even exceptionally appointed as the sword-wielding elder of Absolute Sword Immortal Sect."

The sword-wielding elders are the heirs of the ancestors of each sect. Zuo Lingquan couldn't help but look strange when he heard this:

"Although he is a wolf demon, but he can achieve such an achievement, his conduct should not be bad. What about in the end?"

"Later, I cheated my master and killed my ancestors and defected, and became the number one swordsman in the Beast Race."

Lord Peach Blossom thought for a while, and said again:

"Actually, you can't say that you are deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors. Well... Let's take the allusion of 'The Farmer and the Snake' as an example. A farmer found a frozen snake and put it in his arms to keep warm. After it was warm, the snake bit the farmer. , poisoned the farmer to death. The farmer must be a good person, but is the snake a bad snake? A snake is a snake. If you treat it as a human, it will repay kindness and revenge; but if you treat it as a snake, its behavior will be normal. It is simply a farmer Kill yourself. Teng Sheng's example is similar to this."

Zuo Lingquan thought about it carefully: "If you are not of my race, their hearts must be different?"

Venerable Peach Blossom's eyes were full of satisfaction: "Yes, that's what it means."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly, but immediately said doubtfully:

"Why do I look like that Teng Sheng? I was born and raised in Qinghe County, a dandy, and I am not a monster..."

"You are also a wolf, a hungry wolf in your lust."

? ?

Zuo Lingquan was speechless for a moment and spread his hands:

"Can this be the same?!"

"And you also like to deceive your masters and destroy your ancestors. The master wants to be your elder, but you, a brat, can only think about how to coax the elders into bed. There was Qingwan in the front, Lingye in the back, and then the Yutang woman, and then... "

Lord Peach Blossom took a breath and gestured to himself.

Zuo Lingquan thought about it carefully and found that it was really the case, but he would definitely not admit it:

"Qingwan Lingye is not my senior, so how can you say that you deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors? It was a misunderstanding, Shangguan ancestor. As for Sister Yingying... Sister Yingying did it on purpose, hiss——"

As soon as Zuo Lingquan said the last sentence, his arm started to hurt, as if a golden needle had been inserted at some point.

Lord Peach Blossom has a bit of an eyebrow raised:

"Zuo Lingquan, do you really not take me seriously? If you continue to be shameless, I will throw you down!"

Zuo Lingquan was in pain, so naturally he stopped trying to push the envelope and changed the topic:

"Okay, okay, even if I bully my master and destroy my ancestor, bullying like this is better than defecting and turning against each other, right? How can Sister Yingying compare me to monsters and monsters..."

"Anyone who dares to care about someone regardless of etiquette is considered a monster in my eyes."

Lord Peach Blossom snorted lightly and said seriously:

"However, the old sword god doesn't like you, maybe because you are not only lustful, but also have a strong sense of responsibility. You value the people around you more than anything else..."

"Isn't this what it should be?"

"Things must turn against each other. If you feel a little wronged for me, even if you don't give up the Divine Sword, then when you encounter a choice, who knows whether you will stand against the human race for the sake of the people around you? Shangguan's wife is different, even if you and I are dead, She was heartbroken, and after crying she was still the God of the Nine Sects. Do you understand what this means?"

If Zuo Lingquan realized something, he nodded slightly:

"That's it, I understand, um... Then next time Sister Yingying is bullied, I will weigh the pros and cons first..."

? ?

Lord Peach Blossom's serious expression condensed, and he straightened up slightly:

"Old Sword God's views are not necessarily right. Why are you so anxious to reflect? You are the person brought out by Shangguan Yutang. You should be reckless to the end. This proves that the old Sword God has made a mistake..."

"Uh... Then next time there will be no reason to protect Sister Yingying?"

"..."

Lord Peach Blossom felt that ‘this is how it should be’.

But after saying this, it seems that the relationship with Zuo Lingquan is unclear.

"Well... I am your elder. You have sworn an oath, so naturally you will favor me without any reason; I will also remember your kindness and will not treat you badly in the future."

"Would the injection be lighter?"

Lord Peach Blossom pursed his lips and used a slightly gentler approach:

"Hmph~..."

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(end of this chapter)