The fairy is fierce

The wind carried raindrops and hit the windows carved with auspicious cloud patterns, which made the room seem even more peaceful.

The room is similar to the cabin of a flower boat. It is not too big. It is fully equipped with soft furniture, a tea table, a chessboard, a piano table, etc., and an orb that emits a warm yellow light hangs from the top.

Shangguan Lingye is wearing a golden phoenix skirt, leaning on a carved sofa, with a charming face and calm eyebrows, gorgeous and noble; but if you don't look at the expression, just look at the curvy figure and lazy posture , staying in this room with soft light, is a bit like a beautiful woman in a deep house who lacks the nourishment of a husband and can only entertain herself with a cat.

In front of Shangguan Lingye, suspended in a water curtain, a man and woman were walking out of the cave together.

From the Tiandun tablet in Tiedong Mansion, Situ's shocked and slightly excited voice came out:

"It's no wonder he is my Qingkui. Look at his reaction, skill, and courage. He pinned his white jade-armed Xu Mo to the ground and hugged his head to admit defeat. It really makes my ancestor proud..."

When Shangguan Lingye heard these words, his clear eyes did not show a look of 'how proud' he was.

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She brought Zuo Lingquan out to catch ghosts because she wanted Zuo Lingquan to ask his ancestor to come to the rescue when he was at his wits' end. Unexpectedly, Xu Mo from Fulong Mountain also heard the news and ran to Dahuang Ridge.

Fulongshan is an expert at subjugating demons. The head of the family, Qingkui, can easily deal with a kid and capture it.

In order to achieve his goal, Shangguan Lingye deliberately misled Xu Mo to find the wrong place, causing him and Zuo Lingquan to collide head-on and fight with each other.

The result was good, he was ranked eighth on the list of young dragons. Before he could say anything, he was pushed into the pool by Zuo Lingquan and raised his hand to admit defeat.

In this case, the ancestor must be enjoying himself on the top of the mountain and will not show up again.

Shangguan Lingye miscalculated and was not in a good mood. He sighed quietly and said:

"The Dragon Prisoning Formation is a secret that is not told in Fulong Mountain. Xu Mo thought he was from the same sect at first and did not kill anyone. However, when the Demon Sealing Sword Formation came out, he guessed Zuo Lingquan's identity and did not know how to risk his life, so he accepted defeat. This battle is unwinnable.”

"How can we not win? They are both Qingkui. The sixth level fights the second level. The Dantian Qihai is not the same size. Xu Mo was frightened by my young master's sword intention and raised his hands to admit defeat. That means he lost."

"Xu Mo thought Zuo Lingquan wanted to fight hard and didn't want to engage in a useless fight."

"This is how I, a monk of the Tiedong Mansion, are always like this. If we advance without retreating, we will die if we don't fight. How can we be called the Qingkui of the Tiedong Mansion if we dare not risk our lives? If Xu Mo is cowardly, he will lose. If he dares to fight...then my young master will die a heroic death. !”?

Shangguan Lingye was too lazy to pay attention to these two idiots. After raising his hand and waving lightly, he picked up the white cat from the side and gently stroked its fur.

From the Tiandun tablet next to him, Situ's shocked and confused voice immediately came:

"Eh? Uncle Master, why don't you let me see it? I also want to see how the young palace master traces the source. There are so many skeletons hidden under Dahuang Ridge, I'm afraid there is a big case hidden..."

"Honestly check the whereabouts of Wu Zunyi."

"Uncle Master, how can we find this? Just a name and no other information. Looking for a monk from thirty years ago in the entire nine sects. The stack of files is higher than Mount Yinheng. It makes my head spin. Two laps, or you can do it, uncle."

"How do you want me to find it? I have to do what I promised myself."

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Lingye put away his sky shield and continued to look at the water curtain in front of him...——

Heavy rain continues in the mountains and fields.

After Zuo Lingquan and Jiang Yi walked out of the cave, they ran northward for more than ten miles along the mountains and fields. After they were sure that no one was following them, they found a hidden forest and stopped.

Just now, she was unprepared and encountered lonely ghosts and tyrannical monks one after another. The experience was not without danger. After Jiang Yi ran to a safe area, her heart was still beating loudly, and her fingers were intertwined with Zuo Lingquan's. He said with lingering fear:

"Fortunately, that person thought you were Shangguan Jiulong, otherwise we both would have to explain ourselves in the cave..."

Zuo Lingquan's face was quite calm, and he lifted up his raincoat to cover Jiang Yi's head:

"That Xu Mo just now is not a vicious person, and now that I think about it, he is not in any danger."

"Now that I think about it, it's not dangerous, but I didn't know my identity just now. You raised your hands and risked your life. Two towers so big hit people on the head. It almost scared me to death."

"Jiji~"

Tuanzi, who was squatting on Jiang Yi's shoulder, also nodded, obviously shocked by the scene of the two people fighting.

Zuo Lingquan also didn't expect that Xu Mo would imprison the dragon formation. He was also shocked at that time and said with a smile:

"I was shocked too, but at least I was braver and scared him with my bluff. It'll be fine."

Jiang Yi patted her bulging chest, suppressed her emotions temporarily, and then said:

"We agreed to take a case that I can handle. What is this case? You can't even handle it, so you ask me to handle it..."

Speaking of this, Zuo Lingquan also felt something was wrong and frowned:

"The case I took was a 'D' level case. It stands to reason that Linggu would be able to handle it at the early stage and it would be foolproof. Who knew the information was so inaccurate. We agreed on the 'ferocious beasts causing chaos', but when we came over, we met an unjust ghost. There is a Qingkui blocking the nest, and it feels like he is specifically targeting me. "

"The Yamen of the Great Yan Dynasty are not reliable at all. If I were in charge of the Demon Hunting Department and the information was so inaccurate, I would have to deduct half a year's salary from them..."

Jiang Yi huddled in Zuo Lingquan's arms, complained a few words, and then looked around:

"What should we do now? Continue to investigate. If Xu Mo comes here, we will definitely not be able to defeat him. If we ignore it, it doesn't seem right..."

Zuo Lingquan thought about it for a moment, took out the Tiandun Pai from his arms, and injected his energy into it.

Zuo Lingquan registered his name at the Demon Hunting Department, so naturally he left his contact information. He waited for a moment, and Situ's shocking voice came from inside:

"Hey~ Mr. Zuo, do you want to see me if you have something to do?"

Zuo Lingquan was actually a little angry, but after thinking about it, he calmed down and said calmly:

"Brother Zhenzhen, the error in the file you gave me is a bit big. I searched all over the mountains and fields for ferocious beasts, but I bumped into a wild ghost, which almost scared me to death."

"Really? I'm really sorry. This job was assigned by the Imperial Concubine. I don't know anything about it. How about I ask the Imperial Concubine and let her give you an explanation?"

Zuo Lingquan quickly stopped him; "There is no need to disturb the Imperial Concubine, the brat is almost solved, but we just accidentally bumped into Xu Mo, the Qingkui of Fulong Mountain, and there was a little conflict..."

"Understood, the Demon Detective Department has special privileges, and every sect will give them face. I will just say hello to Fulong Mountain, and Mr. Zuo can handle his affairs with peace of mind."

Zuo Lingquan and Jiang Yi were completely relieved when they heard this.

"Then thank you, Brother Zhenzhen."

"Young Master Zuo works for the Demon Hunting Department. This is all part of your duties. No need to say thank you."

"By the way, the case in Dahuang Ridge seems to be more complicated. A cave was found inside the mountain..."

Zuo Lingquan briefly explained what he had just witnessed and asked:

"...I don't know where the source of that underground river is. I don't know the art of Feng Shui and can't see the water veins here. Is there anything I can do, Brother Shock?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the Tiandun card, and then there was a response:

"Under normal circumstances, the open and underground rivers have the same direction. If corpses can be thrown into and washed away, the source must be on the surface, and the water flow is relatively large, most likely at a high level. You should be able to go upstream along the river and look for such places. turn up."

"Thanks."

"There is nothing to thank you for. If the information is wrong and the errand is over-delivered, the Monster Hunting Department will make additional remuneration at its discretion. Mr. Zuo, just feel free to do the work. If you need anything, come to me at any time."

…

After some questioning, the light from the Heavenly Escape Card disappeared.

Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the surrounding mountains and fields:

"We don't even have an accurate map, how can we find it?"

Zuo Lingquan had just beaten Xu Mo, and the energy in his body had bottomed out. He could not trace it at this time, so he pulled Jiang Yi away from the mountain:

"Find a place to stay first. I have to fill up my Qi sea. Let's investigate tomorrow."

Seeing this, Jiang Yi didn't say much and followed Zuo Lingquan. Thinking about it, she felt exhausted again:

"This trip is too worthless. Four talismans are worth dozens of white jade coins. When you replenish your true energy, you will get hundreds of white jade coins. You just used more than a hundred white jade coins to set up the sword formation... By the way, the method of setting up the formation is Is the sword not drawn?"

Zuo Lingquan spread his hands: "The sword is stuck on the top of the cave. I am a dignified man from Shangguan Jiulong in Tiedong Mansion. My family runs a gold mine. I went to climb the wall to draw the sword for a few scraps of copper and iron. Did Xu Mo see that he didn't reveal his secret? "

"Those are all magic weapons. One hand contains more than a hundred white jade baht, and nine of them are worth thousands. The reward for this trip is only two hundred white jade baht..."

Zuo Lingquan actually felt pain in his body, shook his head and said:

"It's enough to sneak back and pull it out in a few days. I don't believe that Qing Kui from Fulong Mountain can pick up the unwanted magical artifacts dropped by other Qing Kui."

"That's still a loss. The actual cost alone is two to three hundred. I'm still not sure how much it will cost if I keep checking. Why is it so expensive for monks to fight? Just raise your hand and it's hundreds of white jade baht, which is the same as throwing money at someone. "

"So most monks won't do it easily, and it must be profitable."

Zuo Lingquan sighed: "Hundreds of people's lives are at stake. If we can solve this problem, it's worth losing a few hundred white jade baht. At least it will benefit the people and build up their virtue."

Jiang Yi didn't say that she couldn't solve the problem, she just felt that she was losing blood. She frowned and said:

"Anyway, you have to find a way to make some godly money on this trip. You and Tang Jingxuan will make a lot of money when you go out. If you go out with me and lose all your pants, how can I be the master of the house in the future? Go back. I don’t even have the nerve to raise my head, so I’ll just call Tang Jingxuan sister from now on..."

"grumble."

Tuanzi nodded, guessing that he meant "I guess you know the truth."

As a result, the dumpling left the warm shoulder, was thrown into the sky, and flew away in the rain.

Zuo Lingquan was a little funny. He leaned over and kissed Jiang Yi on the face:

"Okay, okay, I just want to find a way to make money."

"Hmph...at least I have to protect my capital, otherwise I would have the nerve to go home..."——

According to the brief information provided by Xu Mo, the underground river leads to the northwest, which is the direction of the county.

Zuo Lingquan took Jiang Yi out of the barren mountains and swam up the Shanling River, and first found a small town along the river.

The potential risk of spiritual energy depletion when traveling is very high. After Zuo Lingquan settled in the inn, he closed the doors and windows tightly, took a 'Qi Condensing Pill' that speeded up the speed of condensation, and began to sit cross-legged to practice Qi.

When practicing Qi, the mind is in concentration, and the perception of the outside world will be weakened. For safety reasons, Jiang Yi did not practice, but helped protect the way. Because of insufficient cultivation, the range of perception was slightly lower, so Tuanzi was kicked out of the room and squatted in the room. Standing sentry in the heavy rain at the top sounds pitiful.

Practicing Qi during meditation was very boring, and Jiang Yi did not dare to be distracted by random thoughts. Whenever the spiritual energy in the room was exhausted, she had to crush a few white jade baht to replenish it. After running in the mountains all day during the day, she was frightened again. Jiang Yi was already physically and mentally exhausted, and at the sixth level of Qi Refining, she couldn't stay awake. It could be said that she had to stay by her side to take care of her. In the second half of the night, she even had to pinch her legs to stay awake.

Fortunately, the night was uneventful.

Zuo Lingquan spent a night refining Qi, and with the abundant spiritual energy provided by the Qi Condensation Pill and the White Jade Bead, he filled up his Qi Palace meridians. Although it was not very pure, it was enough.

The sky outside the window was slightly bright, and the rain was a little lighter, turning into a drizzle.

Zuo Lingquan opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yi next to him.

Jiang Yi sat beside him, with the sword Red Lady on her legs. Her expression was calm, but her eyes were full of bloodshot. After seeing Zuo Lingquan finish refining Qi, she could no longer bear it, and fell on the bed, closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's finally over, you almost killed me, I'll sleep for a while..."

The soft words were not finished, and they were not heard clearly.

Zuo Lingquan felt a little distressed. He got up from the bed, took off Jiang Yi's boots quietly, moved her straight and slender legs to the bed, covered them with a thin blanket, and kissed Jiang Yi on the forehead.

Jiang Yi didn't seem to like being kissed. She turned over and covered her head with the blanket.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and sighed, turned to the window, first checked the warning talismans posted on the doors and windows, and after making sure that they were not triggered, he opened the window and brought in Tuanzi, who had been exposed to the wind and rain outside all night and had become a little chicken.

"Chiji~"

Tuanzi was covered with white hair and stuck to his body. He was a whole circle smaller, and he kept chirping and aggrieved. He was fed two bird food and then he calmed down.

It was still gloomy outside, and there were some pedestrians coming and going in the town.

Zuo Lingquan wiped the dumpling with a towel, stood at the window and looked at the mountains and rivers outside the town, looking for the direction of investigation. After looking for a long time, he didn't see the way. Instead, he found that the Jianghu man he saw the night before came from the other end of the town...——

Jianghu is a rain.

From condensing between white clouds to smashing into the black soil, the brief moment in between is the life of Jianghu man in the wind and rain.

Some people are summer rainstorms, raising stormy waves with the strong wind; some people are thick spring rain, moistening things silently with the light breeze.

But no matter what kind of rain it is, the final destination is to merge with the dirty mud. If you want to jump out of this fate, you can only become an immortal above the blue clouds.

Song Chi, like most people, failed to jump out.

The rain curtain fell on the umbrella. Song Chi, who was already in his sixties, came to Qingquan Town countless times with his two apprentices.

The town has old houses and a small scale. It can only be regarded as a small place, but it is very famous in the Zezhou Jianghu with a radius of thousands of miles.

Because it is below Bitan Villa.

When Song Chi first entered the Jianghu, he came to Qingquan Town. Bitan Villa was not as famous as it is now. It was the first mountain gate he kicked.

Since then, Song Chi has relied on his old fists to fight for thirty years, from a martial artist to the number one in Zezhou Jianghu.

I thought that I would be successful in this life and put aside the affairs of the Jianghu and go to see how strong the fists of the people in the mountains are.

But what I didn't expect was that he couldn't escape the fate of "a new generation replaces the old".

The owner of Bitan Villa, who was knocked down by his two punches, had a son who was better than him. At his retirement banquet, he avenged his father and destroyed his reputation of the past thirty years.

That fist was really fierce. When he punched, it was like a piece of iron wrapped in flesh hitting a person. It was not clear and could not be caught.

Song Chi has been practicing boxing for his whole life. He doesn't believe that people's fists can be so fast, nor does he believe that his fists will lose. So he stayed in the martial arts world, wanting to fight back what he lost.

Unfortunately, he fought once a year for ten years, and he was defeated without exception.

Song Chi also went from being a martial arts hero to a yesterday's flower; he turned Bitan Villa into a powerful martial arts family that was feared thousands of miles away.

After being defeated again last year, Song Chi still believed in his fists, but he also knew that it was impossible to regain his former reputation. He was already sixty years old. No matter how hard he practiced, his fists could not be faster by half a point; and Tang Hong of Bitan Villa seemed to have no end, getting stronger every year, so strong that it was unreasonable and unattainable.

People can refuse to admit defeat, but they cannot refuse to admit old age, so Song Chi put aside his status this time and came to celebrate the birthday of the old owner of the manor, Tang, who he had defeated that year.

This can be regarded as his true retirement. From now on, there will be no more "Song Chi, the God-shaking Fist" in the world. There will only be an old man fishing alone in the cold river snow, until the day when he merges with the black soil and accepts the fate of a man of the world.

But the interesting thing about the world is that things will never develop in the direction you expect.

Song Chi walked through Qingquan Town for the last time with an umbrella in the mood of reminiscing the past, but saw a pair of eyes at the window of an inn.

Those eyes were sharp, confident, and sharp, but they made people feel no discomfort.

It was like the strong liquor in the bowl. Drinking it made your throat sore and the spiciness went straight to the top of your head, but from a distance, it was no different from a bowl of white water, revealing the approachable and approachable way of nourishing everything.

Song Chi looked up at the handsome young man. He had seen him the night before, and only then did he realize that he was a very interesting young man.

Song Chi stopped on the street, raised his oil-paper umbrella, and said:

"Young man, you look unfamiliar, are you going to Bitan Villa to join in the fun?"

Zuo Lingquan stood at the window and wiped the dumplings, smiling:

"Senior Song, you are too polite. I am Zuo Lengchan, a native of Beijing. I came here after traveling around the world and wanted to take a look."

Song Chi raised his hand gently, let the two apprentices go first, turned around and sat down at the tea stall next to him:

"The name is quite interesting. You need an invitation to Bitan Villa. Please buy me a bowl of wine, and I will take you in to join in the fun."

Zuo Lingquan was at the inn the night before yesterday, and he had been watching several people from the underworld all night. He confirmed that the old man below was just an ordinary underworld person he met by chance. He approached him, naturally wanting to find a knowledgeable local to understand the surrounding situation. The old man was obviously the kind of person he was looking for.

Zuo Lingquan put the dumpling on the windowsill, flew out from the second floor of the inn, and his figure followed the rain curtain. When he landed smoothly, he opened his oil-paper umbrella, without causing any disturbance on the street; even the waiter standing at the door looking at the distance did not notice that someone had landed next to him.

Song Chi's eyes lit up slightly: "Last time, I thought that Zuo Shaoxia was a playboy with a golden appearance, and I was wrong."

"Waiter, get a pot of wine, the best."

"Okay.

Zuo Lingquan came to the teahouse across the street with an umbrella and sat opposite the old man:

"I was not wrong. I'm afraid that Old Song's fists have beaten many heroes from the underworld. "

Song Chi's hands were thick with calluses on his fingers that had been worn to a shine. Even if he was holding a tea bowl casually, one could tell that he was a skilled fist.

Song Chi spread out two tea bowls and asked with a smile:

"Young Master Zuo, do you want to become my disciple?"

Zuo Lingquan took the wine pot thrown by the waiter, raised his hand to pour the wine, and shook his head:

"I'm afraid Old Song can't teach you."

Song Chi paused while holding the tea bowl and looked up.

Swish, swish, swish

The clear wine poured from the wine pot was frozen between the wine pot and the wine bowl. If it hadn't made a sound when it fell into the bowl, proving that the wine was flowing, it would have been easy to mistake it for being frozen in mid-air.

This hand was terrifyingly steady.

Song Chi nodded slightly, then shook his head and smiled:

"There are mountains beyond mountains and buildings beyond buildings. There are indeed people in this world that I can't teach, but you're a little too crazy to say this."

Zuo Lingquan didn't expect the old man to be so crazy, and said in disbelief:

"Really? "

Song Chi raised his hand to take the wine jar and poured wine for Zuo Lingquan.

Swish

The wine also solidified in mid-air, without any shaking.

Zuo Lingquan showed surprise. He had been traveling for so long and had seen many immortal masters. This was the first time he had met a master who could compete with him in the martial arts world.

The difference between the martial arts world and the cultivators lies in the "Qi Refining Method".

Most of the martial arts world did not have teachers to guide them in their childhood and missed the best time to practice. After that, they practiced by themselves based on their feelings. Even if they practiced true Qi, their realm would not exceed the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Below the sixth level, it is actually difficult to distinguish between cultivators and martial arts world. But above the sixth level, the gap between them is infinitely widened.

In other words, the starting point of a cultivator is the end point of a secular warrior.

But there are always a few warriors with great perseverance in the world who can go a few more steps forward; for example, Zuo Lingquan can practice sword to the level of half-step Linggu without the support of true qi, which is beyond the reach of Wu Qingwan. And the old man in front of him is just too old compared to him, and his attainments in secular martial arts are probably not weaker.

Zuo Lingquan took the wine bowl and asked in confusion:

"In the martial arts world, Mr. Song's skills have reached the pinnacle, how could someone not teach him?"

Song Chi smiled gently at this approving statement:

"I used to think so, but after meeting Tang Hong from Biquan Villa, I realized the meaning of endless martial arts."

Zuo Lingquan picked up the wine bowl and clinked it with the old man:

"Is Tang Hong's martial arts attainment better than Mr. Song? "

Song Chi shook his head: "It's not that he's powerful, it's just that his punches are heavy and fast, heavier than a mountain and faster than an arrow, and you can't catch or dodge them."

Zuo Lingquan didn't quite believe it: "How fast?"

Song Chi smiled, holding the wine bowl in his right hand, and without seeing how he did it, his fist had already been delivered, hitting Zuo Lingquan in the face.

Zuo Lingquan raised his left hand, and intercepted the fist.

Bang

A muffled sound came from the tea stall under the rain.

Song Chi's wine bowl remained in its original position, but the hand holding the bowl became his left hand, and the wine in the bowl didn't even have a ripple, proving that he had just released his fist and the suspended wine bowl didn't fall at all.

Song Chi's right fist was caught by Zuo Lingquan, and he didn't even see how Zuo Lingquan made the move, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes:

"Tang Hong is about the same speed as you, but I can't tell who is faster. "

Zuo Lingquan released the old man's right fist, and he was a little doubtful that he would not be mistaken. The old man's punch just now had already brought the secular martial arts to the pinnacle; in terms of speed alone, it was not much worse than him without the support of true qi.

This was already the limit of the flesh of ordinary people. After Zuo Lingquan practiced to this level, he clearly felt the bottleneck. No matter how hard he worked, it was difficult to increase his speed. This bottleneck was not broken until he entered the half-step spiritual valley with the support of true qi.

Zuo Lingquan was already in the second level of the spiritual valley. The old man said that Tang Hong was almost as fast as him. He didn't believe that anyone could Without the support of true qi, the speed is so fast; even if there is true qi support, it is impossible because the realm is too low.

You should know that when Zuo Lingquan was half a step into the spiritual valley, his speed was almost the same as Xu Yuankui, who was at the fifth level of the spiritual valley.

If Tang Hong can really be so fast, he can only be a cultivator, and his realm is probably above the middle stage of the spiritual valley.

The middle stage of the spiritual valley is not an ordinary fish. It is considered to be a master in the cultivation. How can it be mixed in the secular world?

Zuo Lingquan pondered secretly and asked:

"Is Tang Hong from Bitan Villa a mountain man?"

Although cultivators do not often show up in front of ordinary people, anyone with some experience knows that there are immortals above the sea of ​​clouds.

Song Chi had wanted to go to the mountain to take a look before, so he naturally understood what Zuo Lingquan meant and shook his head:

"There are not many mountain people in Zezhou. Tang Hong has been rooted here for generations, and I have never heard of any rumors about seeking immortality. When I fought with Tang Hong, I felt it was just fast, and I didn't see any magical powers."

Zuo Lingquan frowned slightly, not quite believing this.

If his judgment was correct, Tang Hong could defeat the old man in front of him with his physical strength alone, and he at least had Linggu's cultivation level. However, Zezhou's spiritual energy is very thin. Without the opportunity, it would be impossible to cultivate to the spiritual valley.

Living in the Yan Dynasty where there were countless opportunities, but arriving in Linggu and still staying in Zezhou instead of pursuing the avenue, and deliberately hiding his cultivation, it shows that the opportunity lies in Tang Hong's family.

However, this does not mean that Tang Hong is related to the skeletons of Dahuangling. After all, anyone who gets a great opportunity will hide his cultivation and practice secretly. He cannot go around and advertise that his family has a great opportunity.

Zuo Lingquan thought about it for a while and felt that Tang Hong needed to investigate carefully, so he said:

"When Mr. Song said this, I really became interested in Tang Hong. Can Mr. Song really take me to the villa to join in the fun?"

Song Chi punched out, having already seen Zuo Lingquan's Kung Fu skills, he smiled and said:

"You can't do it even if you don't go. I've been beaten by Tang Hong for ten years. I can't beat him myself, so I have to drag a junior over to vent my anger. Come on, I'll take you up the mountain."

Song Chi drank the entire bowl and prepared to get up.

But Zuo Lingquan had no intention of getting up and poured another bowl of wine for Song Chi:

"Mr. Song, wait."

Song Chi looked confused and sat back at the table: "What? Didn't you drink enough?"

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and gestured to the second floor of the inn:

"My wife is sleeping, don't dare to wake her up."

"?"

Song Chi was stunned for a moment before he reacted, shook his head and sneered:

"It is said in the world that the more powerful a hero is outside, the more afraid he is of his mother-in-law at home. This is called one thing bringing down another thing. Now it seems that this statement is true."

"Mr. Song is also a hero, could it be the same?"

"Oh~ My wife left early. I was quite scared before, but now I don't have to be scared anymore."

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