Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 43 Good birds choose trees to live in

The news of Jingtao's acceptance of disciples was sent to various places by the imperial court overnight. As expected, people will arrive in the capital one after another starting tomorrow. As the largest cultivation sect in the Great Dan Dynasty, Qihuang Valley will naturally act as the host in this matter, and the valley will probably be busy for a few more days.

After resting at the third uncle's house for the night, Zuo Lingquan rode out of the house at dawn. On the way, remembering seeing Tang Jingxun in the sky yesterday, he first went to the small street of the wharf to have a look.

As March approaches, there are more businessmen traveling from north to south in Donghua City, and the small streets along both sides of the river are crowded. The door of the restaurant has already been opened, and the wine streamers are fluttering in the spring breeze, but there are only a few people who come to have a drink in the early morning. There are no customers in the shop, and Tang Jingxun, who often stands at the door, has disappeared.

"Miss Tang?"

Zuo Lingquan called at the door, but did not receive a response. Instead, there was a chirping bird in the backyard; thinking that Tang Jingxun was busy in the backyard, he crossed the hall and picked up the curtain, and took a look inside.

The backyard is not big. There is a well next to the courtyard wall. The bedroom is on the west and the kitchen is on the east. The door of the main house is locked and it seems that it has not been opened for a long time. There is a clothesline hanging from the window of the west wing, and the other end is tied to the branch of the old osmanthus tree in the corner of the courtyard, where several colorful dresses are hung.

In addition, under the eaves of the west wing, there is a bamboo birdcage, inside which is a small bird—the bird is as big as a parrot, with snow-white hair on the head and belly, but pure black eyes and beak , with some black feathers on the wings and tail, fat and strong, it looks like a glutinous rice dumpling from the front, and the small round eyes feel a little stupid.

"Chacha—"

Finding a stranger coming in, the bird chirped even more fiercely.

Zuo Lingquan knew that Tang Jingxun kept a little bird to relieve his boredom, but this was the first time he saw it. He thought it was cute, so he came up and clicked his tongue to tease the stupid bird.

But what I didn't expect was that the bird was very smart. When it noticed someone approaching, it used its beak to open the buckle of the birdcage and flew directly out.

Zuo Lingquan was stunned. He was afraid that the bird would fly away, so he raised his hand to catch the bird. Worried that he would catch the bird to death, he used very little force, but he was still very fast. But he didn't expect that he would catch it with his paw. null.

"grumble--"

The little bird looks like a round dumpling. It seems that it cannot fly, but it moves very quickly. Maybe he was frightened, so he was running around in the courtyard, chirping non-stop.

Zuo Lingquan looked surprised and worried that the bird would really fly away and Tang Jingxuan would come back to blame him. He picked up a big basket and went to catch it, and said kindly:

"Don't run, don't run, brother is not a bad person..."

In the elegant small courtyard, chickens and dogs jumped in an instant.

The little bird may have been frightened by Zuo Lingquan. It scurried back and forth between the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the chicken coop, and the melon stand. It made various cobra maneuvers and threw away the basket behind it, and its little wings flapped into afterimages.

Zuo Lingquan pounced in the air two or three times, and he was a little over the top, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He could only chase behind him and suppress it with a basket to prevent the bird from flying out of the wall.

After chasing each other for a long time, the little bird finally had no way to escape. Zuo Lingquan blocked it in the corner of the chicken coop with a big basket, and hid it behind two egg-laying hens shivering. The hens were also frightened and giggled. ' Straight call.

Zuo Lingquan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly approached with a basket in hand, but before he could put the bird in the frame, a fierce scolding sounded from the wine shop outside:

"Which bastard stole my mother's chicken..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soup in Zhuchai's cloth skirt was still and warm, and he rushed in from the lobby of the wine shop. On his wrist was a bamboo basket containing the vegetables and fruits he had just bought. In his right hand was a fire stick, with a fierce look in his eyes.

But when she saw Zuo Lingquan holding the basket high, looking like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, her eyes were blank again.

(⊙_⊙;)?

The little bird who was stuck in the chicken coop felt as if he had seen a savior when he saw Tang Jingxun. He flew over and got into Tang Jingxun's chest through the collar, and then reached out and reached out. Round little head, fierce:

"twitter--"

Zuo Lingquan put down the basket, and said awkwardly: "Well... just now I saw this bird running out, and I was afraid that it would fly away, so..." In a blink of an eye, he looked at the messy yard he had made, and quickly tidied it up.

Tang Jingxun knew that she was as timid as a rat, seeing that it was Zuo Lingquan, the fierce look on her face disappeared naturally, so she raised her hand and patted the skirt of her clothes, reprimanded:

"If you run around secretly from now on, I will throw you away and find someone else to feed you."

The little bird huddled at the neckline, and the slap was naturally not on the bird, but on the underside of the big ball; the bulging skirt flicked several times in an instant, causing the little bird to close its beak and nod like a pounding garlic.

Zuo Lingquan saw this imaginative scene from the corner of his eye, and said in his heart, "What a tiger"; it was hard to say this, so he pretended not to see it, and after packing up the things in the yard, he asked:

"Sister Tang, this bird is quite smart. What breed is it?"

Tang Jingxun turned around, slipped the birdie out of his clothes, stuffed it into the birdcage, and replied with some disgust:

"It's a sparrow flying from the mountains. I don't know the species. At first I thought it was pretty and cute, so I fed it some rice, but later I found that it was greedy and mischievous, and it depended on me. It couldn't go away, so I raised it. It looked like a glutinous rice dumpling, so I named it 'dumpling'."

The Evergreen Mountains are near Donghua City. There are ferocious and ferocious beasts inside. Of course, there are also gentle and peaceful small animals. It is not uncommon for them to be kept as pets if they are caught or run away by themselves.

Zuo Lingquan took a second look and found nothing special except that the bird flew fast, and then responded:

"As the saying goes, 'A good bird chooses a tree to roost in.' Tuanzi probably sticks to Sister Tang because he feels that Sister Tang is kind-hearted and amiable."

"Hmph~ You do have a sweet mouth. This is called 'being bullied for being kind'. I am just too kind to it, so it won't leave, eating and drinking from me..."

Tang Jingxun closed the birdcage, put the vegetables and fruits he bought into the kitchen, and asked:

"Xiao Zuo, why did you come here so early in the morning? Don't you go to practice?"

"Just about to go, stop by to say hello. By the way, I flew back yesterday on the white crane of the national teacher. When I passed by Linhefang, I saw you in the sky."

"Um?"

Tang Jingxun wiped her hands with a towel, looked up at the roof:

"Flying back, from the sky? Why didn't I see it."

Zuo Lingquan opened the curtain and entered the restaurant hall with Tang Jingxun:

"Flying higher, it looks no different from a bird from here."

Tang Jingxun has never experienced the feeling of flying in the sky, so she is a little curious:

"What does it feel like to fly into the sky? Does it feel like the whole person is light? I used to fly in a dream, and I flew from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain with a wave of my hand..."

When people grow tall, they do have dreams of flying. Zuo Lingquan is not surprised by this, and explained:

"Actually, it's similar to riding a horse and riding a car. The scenery seen in the sky is different from that on the ground. If you want to fly freely, you have to be a real god."

"Really a fairy?"

Tang Jingxun stayed in the market all year round and didn't know much about cultivation, so she asked, "Is there a fake god?"

Zuo Lingquan didn’t know how to answer this question, so he thought for a while and said:

"Only those with higher moral standards can fly."

Tang Jingxuan thought about it for a moment, nodded in understanding, brought a bottle of wine over, sat at the window of the wine shop, and poured a bowl for Zuo Lingquan:

"I'm afraid it's difficult to learn to fly. I've been running a wine shop on the dock for more than ten years, and I've seen many people who happily bring their children to learn from their masters, but I've never seen anyone who can fly. Almost all of them are living in the quay. I stayed in Huanggu for a few years, and when I got older, I left feeling disheartened. I felt like I was doing useless work."

Zuo Lingquan agrees with this statement.

Practicing a path is like a big wave rushing through the sand. The threshold is indeed low, but the difficulty of climbing up is comparable to climbing to the sky. This is the same as becoming a monk - people can become monks by shaving their hair, but how many people eventually become Buddhas?

"Yes, most people are doing useless work, but if you get involved in spiritual practice, even if you can't fly or live forever, there are still benefits in maintaining good health and extending your life."

When Tang Jingxuan heard about "preserving health and maintaining beauty", she became interested. She held up the side of her face with her hands and asked curiously:

"I've heard this saying. I still want to kill those shameless Chen family members. Xiao Zuo, how long do you think I can live if I practice cultivation?"

Zuo Lingquan just picked up the wine bowl, put it down again after hearing these words, and said unexpectedly:

"Sister Tang, do you want to practice cultivation?"

Tang Jingxuan didn't mean that at all. The topic ended here, and she sighed quietly:

"Sister, am I too old?"

"How could it be possible? You are young, and how can you be as big as my peers?"

Zuo Lingquan dodged this proposition smoothly.

Zuo Lingquan once asked Wu Qingwan about the age of cultivation. After all, he is also considered an older player.

People start practicing at the age of six because at the age of six, intellectual and physical development are at the most perfect balance. If it is too early, the intellectual development will not be perfect, and if it is too late, the best period of warming up the body will be passed. It is not impossible to practice after the age of six. , it’s just that the older you get, the more difficult it becomes.

"Practice is more difficult. I haven't touched the threshold for fourteen years. If you want to try it, I can teach you. As for whether you will gain anything, I really can't guarantee it. No one can guarantee it."

Tang Jingxun lived alone all year round and didn't have much to do. Seeing this, he smiled and said: "Okay, you can teach me sister. Even someone as powerful as you can't learn it. I want to see how difficult it is."

Zuo Lingquan's "Qi Yang Jue" can only be practiced to the third level, so it is not forbidden to be passed on to others. He was not stingy. He took it out from his arms and handed it to Tang Jingxun:

"Sister Tang is interested, just take it and have a look."

Tang Jingxuan took the pamphlet, flipped it through, and saw the densely packed small words on it, so he closed it and tightened his arms:

"I guess I can only take a look. By the way, where is the girl who came to see you last time?"

"She is probably busy."

"That girl is so beautiful. Her breasts are... well, she just looks like a jealous little girl. Who is she to you? Is she not your former sweetheart?"

Zuo Lingquan knew that Tang Jingxun wanted to say, "My breasts are almost as big as my sister's." From a visual inspection, it was indeed the case, but it was obviously inappropriate to say it in front of him. He also had a strong mind, so he didn't show any abnormality. Feng Qingyun said calmly:

"It's not my former sweetheart, well...it's a long story."

"hehe……"

Tang Jingxun just thought it was Zuo Lingquan who didn't want to talk about such a sensitive private matter, and was a little embarrassed to say the wrong thing, so he pursed his lips and talked about other trivial things...

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Thank you [Abai, stop] for the reward from the leader!

These two chapters laid out some settings, and I felt that the writing was a bit cumbersome. There was originally a paragraph, but I deleted it and left it to the writer's words.

The protagonist started practicing when he was three years old. If not, then he started practicing after six or seven chapters.

Note: The Phoenix was born in the Dan Cave in Antarctica - "Mountain and Sea Sutra".

Whispering rustling——

In the courtyard under the setting sun, the sound of wooden swords waving rose and fell.

After all, Zuo Yunting was an ignorant young man with limited athletic ability. After playing for only a quarter of an hour, he was sweating profusely and panting from exhaustion.

"I'm exhausted. What's up, Lao Lu... eh?! Ling Quan, when did you come?"

Zuo Yunting thrust his wooden sword into the ground and was about to take a sip of tea. When he saw his cousin sitting under the eaves, he suddenly became energetic and ran over quickly, saying excitedly:

"Ling Quan, I found a treasure, guess what is Lao Lu's identity?"

Zuo Lingquan was helpless and said to Dao Integration: "Oh? What is your identity?"

"The secret must not be revealed."

Zuo Yunting raised his eyebrows at Lao Lu, indicating that he would keep the secret, and then said enthusiastically:

"You will find out later, and I will definitely scare you to death. By the way, how was my swordsmanship just now?"

Zuo Lingquan really didn't want to dampen Brother Wu's enthusiasm, so he nodded and said:

"It's exquisite, but the details are a bit lacking and needs more practice."

"You have vision, and you are worthy of being my brother."

Zuo Yunting clapped his hands and said in turn: "You must practice well and not fall behind me."

"That's natural." Zuo Lingquan nodded with a smile.

Lao Lu, who was next to him, shook his head and smiled, and also chimed in:

"The little Zuo family has been able to give birth to two of you two Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks. This is truly a blessing."

Zuo Lingquan felt strange when he heard this compliment, but he couldn't explain why it was strange. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said modestly:

"Mr. Lu praised it..."

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(End of chapter)