The fairy is fierce

It was late at night, and under the snow, the Tiehe Valley at the end of the field of vision was brightly lit.

Jiang Yi, who had been busy all day, rubbed his eyebrows and walked out of the cabin, looking at the snowy scene under the night sky, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, I'm done..."

Leng Zhu followed him out, and shrank his neck because of the cold wind. He raised his little hand and blew a breath of hot air, looked at the snowball that had grown fatter, walked up to it and carefully trimmed it, and asked:

"Princess, where are we going to sleep tonight? Go to the small building you mentioned, or stay here?"

Jiang Yi had never left the boat since she came, and it was her first time to enter the Tiezhu Mansion. She didn't know the arrangement of the imperial concubine. I wanted to ask, but the work on the boat was not finished. I don't know if the imperial concubine wanted to be lazy. Anyway, she disappeared without a trace and hasn't seen anyone until now.

"We should sleep here. Ask Zuo Lingquan and you'll know."

When Jiang Yi talked about sleeping, she thought of the wedding night.

If nothing unexpected happened, tonight would be seriously ruined again. Jiang Yi didn't have any resistance. Although it was a little painful at first, it was quite comfortable afterwards. Well... it should be a satisfaction that she had never had before, the kind that she couldn't even dream of before.

But Jiang Yi was a girl after all. Her natural reserve and upbringing made it impossible for her to adapt so quickly. She was still a little nervous. She looked at Leng Zhu squatting on the bow, thought for a while and said:

"You sleep with me tonight. If Zuo Lingquan comes to see me, well... you can say that I fell asleep and didn't have time to see him."

Leng Zhu was carefully repairing the snow bird, and continued:

"Princess, I'm afraid you're overthinking. Why would Mr. Zuo come to see you at night? He should have gone to Miss Tang's place... before..."

At this point, Leng Zhu found a look behind her, staring coldly at the back of her head, as if thinking about 'how to marry off this maid who can't speak'.

!

Leng Zhu's expression froze, and he happily withdrew his hand and glanced back:

"Hehe... Well, I mean that Mr. Zuo is considerate and never disturbs the princess's rest; Tang Jingyan doesn't need to sleep at night, so I went to her place, and it's possible to go to my aunt's place... There is no other meaning."

Jiang Yi half-squinted her eyes, examined Leng Zhu for a moment, and snorted:

"Forget it, I can't count on you."

Leng Zhu made a slip of the tongue for a moment, knowing that he had upset the princess, so he tried to make up for it:

"If the princess wants to see Mr. Zuo, do you want me to remind him indirectly?"

"No, why should I see him? I'm so sleepy after a busy day..."

Jiang Yi didn't want to talk more about this topic, and looked at the big snowball at the bow:

"A snowman is made of three balls stacked together. What's the point of you stacking such a big ball?"

As he said that, he also walked up to him, gathered the snowflakes on the deck, and made a snowman himself.

Leng Zhu opened her mouth, wanting to explain that she made a dumpling, but her craftsmanship was not good, and it looked like a ball no matter how she looked at it. She was too embarrassed to say it, so she squatted down to help.

Jiang Yi grew up in the warm south since she was a child, and this was the first time she encountered such heavy snow; although she was usually calm and generous, her playfulness was just suppressed by rationality. At this time, she relaxed after finishing her work and had a lot of fun.

The two girls, who were less than 20 years old, squatted together and worked for a while, and soon made a prototype of a snowman; after staying in the wind and snow for a long time, their faces were also frozen red.

Jiang Yi rubbed her hands and secretly planned to carve the snowman's head into a pig's head, but before she started, she heard footsteps stepping on the snow next to the lake.

Cha Cha

Looking back, Shangguan Lingye came from the corridor, wearing a golden shawl, with phoenix flowers and pearl hairpins in her hair, and her steps were light as a noble lady in the deep palace enjoying the snow in the courtyard.

Jiang Yi and Leng Zhu had finished their work when they saw the Empress Dowager coming slowly. They didn't know how to evaluate her. Of course, they helped each other and couldn't be dissatisfied.

They quickly stopped their childish actions and greeted:

"Empress Dowager."

Shangguan Lingye had been wandering around Tiedu Mansion all day, recalling the incident in the afternoon when Zuo Lingquan attacked her chest. Hearing the greeting, she put away her thoughts and smiled:

"Thank you for your hard work. The house has been cleaned up, and I have asked my disciples to prepare food. You can stay in the back house."

Jiang Yi nodded slightly: "Then we will go down first. If the Empress needs anything, please notify me at any time."

Leng Zhu was a little reluctant to leave the snowman she had built immediately, but as a palace maid, she didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the princess and the Empress Dowager, so she ran down in a proper manner.

After watching the two leave, Shangguan Lingye turned and walked towards the cabin, ready to do some official business of the Monster Hunting Bureau to clear her messy thoughts.

But when he turned around, his eyes stopped on the half-built snowman.

Shangguan Lingye was about to comment, "How old are you, but you are still so childish", but before he could say it, his thoughts paused, and even his eyes were a little confused.

Snowmen are very common. Not to mention the children in the streets of Beijing, even the palace maids and young disciples of Tiedu Mansion like to pile snow into various shapes on snowy days, as if this is a necessary part of mortals' childhood.

Shangguan Lingye thought carefully, but could not find similar memories.

She was born in this house, and it seemed that from the moment she could remember, she had gotten rid of these low-level interests; every day, she practiced or practiced. In her short childhood, the only peers she could remember were those with outstanding talents and goals to catch up with, and there was nothing else in her heart.

In the past, I thought I was sensible at an early age, and practice should be like this; but now I think it's a pity, after all, she can practice at any time, but the ignorant childhood can never go back.

Shangguan Lingye shook his head secretly. He didn't expect that he would worry about a snowman. However, this regret was not very painful, nor could it be made up.

After staring at the snowman for a while, she slowly walked to the front, raised her fair jade hands, and carefully sketched the snowman's appearance.

With just a few strokes, the snowman had eyebrows, eyes, and corners of the mouth...

It looked like a man.

Shangguan Lingye blinked his clear eyes. Perhaps he remembered the scene of being offended in the afternoon. He was a little dissatisfied. He raised his hands and rubbed them a few times, and then re-sketched the appearance of a woman.

The outline was very detailed, and even the charm of the Shangguan ancestor was revealed.

After Shangguan Lingye finished building the snowman, he looked at it for a few times, and then returned to the cabin with satisfaction...

Being in Tiedui Mansion, Wu Qingwan did not dare to practice for too long. After assisting Zuo Lingquan to replenish his true energy, he left the stone room first.

Zuo Lingquan practiced sword alone on the lotus platform. When night fell, he stopped practicing and calmed down, and walked out of the cave where he practiced.

Shangguan Lingye's residence was quite large, but there were few people living there. It was extremely quiet at night, and only the sound of wind and snow could be heard.

Zuo Lingquan walked along the corridor and slowly came to the back house. From a distance, he saw Wu Qingwan and Tang Jingyan sitting together in the window of a wing room, chatting about trivial matters.

There was also a snowball rolling on the corridor fence outside the room. When it found him, it flew over and landed on his shoulder, called "Jiji~" twice, and then opened its beak.

Zuo Lingquan smiled, took out a dried fruit and put it into the mouth of the dumpling, then kneaded the soft dumpling and walked towards the room.

Tang Jingyan, who was chatting, was probably afraid that Jiang Yi would be jealous. Seeing Zuo Lingquan coming over, she said:

"The princess is still busy on the boat in the front house. You can go and take a look."

"Really?"

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan stopped disturbing the two women and turned to walk towards the front house.

Just as he walked near the hanging flower gate, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor separated by a wall, and whispers:

"...When he comes over at night, you just don't open the door. Be more righteous and don't be so ungrateful. He said a word and you just opened the door honestly."

"How could that be? I am the princess's maid...But Mr. Zuo came to see the princess at night, which means that he has the princess in his heart. It's not good not to see her, right?"

"If you want to see her, go and see her yourself."

"Okay."

"Hmm?"

"Uh...just kidding..."

...

Zuo Lingquan stood in the hanging flower gate. Just after hearing a few words, he saw Jiang Yi walking in with a serious face and a sidelong glance at Leng Zhu.

Leng Zhu shrank his neck and looked down at the ground weakly, not daring to speak. When he saw him standing behind the door, his eyes lit up slightly and he quickly saluted:

"Mr. Zuo, you are here."

Jiang Yi's expression froze slightly, and she didn't know if the conversation just now was heard. At this time, she could only pretend that she had never said anything. She regained her usual calm expression, turned to look at Zuo Lingquan, frowned and said:

"Aren't you practicing? What are you doing here?"

"Ji~"

Tuanzi stood on his shoulder, spread his little wings and made a hugging gesture, which should be saying "I'm here to pick you up~".

Unfortunately, Zuo Lingquan was not as good at flirting as Tuanzi. He just walked up to her with a smile and held Jiang Yi's hand:

"What are you talking about?"

Jiang Yi subconsciously shrank her hand. The more guilty she felt, the more she tried to maintain her momentum. She snorted:

"What's your business?"

Leng Zhu walked to the other side of Zuo Lingquan calmly and responded in a low voice:

"The princess has been busy all day today. Seeing that it is getting late, she wanted me to say hello to Mr. Zuo so that you don't have to come to visit and go to bed early."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly and pulled Jiang Yi to the backyard:

"Thank you for your concern, princess. It is a bit late. Let's go and rest."

Jiang Yi saw Zuo Lingquan pulling her to the backyard, and she naturally understood what he meant. She looked a little restrained; Leng Zhu was in front of her, and she wanted to refuse, but it was not easy to speak, so she could only say euphemistically:

"My aunt is here, I..."

"I have talked to Senior Wu.

"...?" "

Jiang Yi's eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Zuo Lingquan, feeling very embarrassed.

Zuo Lingquan was not afraid at all, and smiled: "Sooner or later, we will know that we are legitimate, so what is there to be embarrassed about." As he spoke, he pulled Jiang Yi to the courtyard where she stayed.

Leng Zhu followed beside him with a blank look in his eyes, and didn't quite understand, so he asked curiously:

"What are you talking about?" .

Tuanzi also tilted his head and looked at the two riddlers.

Zuo Lingquan opened the door, pushed Jiang Yi in, and turned to look at Leng Zhu:

"Leng Zhu, where are you sleeping tonight?"

"..."

Leng Zhu understood the meaning this time, and her delicate face blushed. She silently took Tuanzi, then went out and raised her hand to close the door.

Jiang Yi saw that the personal maid didn't protect her master at all, and sold her out without saying a word, and said shyly:

"Leng Zhu! Come back!"

"Oh, okay. "

Leng Zhu lowered his head and responded weakly, then walked into the room again, threw the dumpling out, and continued to close the door.

"Ji?!"

Jiang Yi didn't expect Leng Zhu to be so "sensible". She pursed her lips and said:

"You chased him out, we went to sleep, why did you lock him in the room?"

What could Leng Zhu say? She blushed and glanced at Zuo Lingquan:

"Mr. Zuo, do you have anything else to do?"

Zuo Lingquan did have something to do. He had to use the "Qinglian Zhengjing" to help Jiang Yi improve his cultivation, but it was not easy to say it out loud. He raised his hand to light the lamp in the bedroom, picked up Princess Jiang Yi, and walked to the inner room:

"Yes, I have something to talk to the princess about. "

"Zuo Lingquan!"

Jiang Yi was a little panicked. She hooked her hands around Zuo Lingquan's neck, and her embroidered shoes swung twice in the air. She said shyly:

"You are so presumptuous! I am a princess, and you are a prince consort. You...you should pay attention to your status."

Leng Zhu's face flushed, and he did not dare to interrupt. He silently ran to the inner room, dutifully spread the bedding on the embroidered bed, and then bowed:

"Princess, Zuo Prince Consort, I'm going out first, you guys should rest early."

With that, he ran out of the door without looking back, picked up Tuanzi who was kicking the door with his little paws, and ran to another yard.

Jiang Yi just consummated her marriage with Zuo Lingquan yesterday, and today she had Leng Zhu serving by her side. She must not be used to it. When she heard the footsteps getting farther away, the embarrassment on her face subsided a little, and she raised her hand and tapped Zuo Lingquan on the shoulder:

"Put me down!"

"Yes, sir."

Zuo Lingquan let go of his hand upon hearing the voice, and threw Jiang Yi directly on the embroidered bed.

"You... I haven't bathed yet, you..."

"It just so happens that I haven't either, let's bathe together."

"Huh?! Ah..."

...——

After the battle on the Sword Worship Stage, the waves that were stirred up did not subside, but became bigger and bigger as the three-day deadline approached.

The first competition was a private fight between Yunshui Jiantan and Zuo Lingquan. Those who heard the news and went to watch the excitement were all idle people, and they did not expect that such a big dark horse would appear in this Nine Sects Alliance. When they learned about the amazing record of killing Qing Kui with one sword, they rushed to the meeting and it was over.

So the second single challenge against the Nine Sects must not be missed. Not only did the high-level cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty come to inquire, but even the immortal masters outside the Great Yan Dynasty showed their magical powers and came to the Iron River Valley, waiting for the opening of this battle that might be the first pride of the Nine Sects.

In order to prevent the masters from all sides from waiting too painfully, the Medicine King Tower and Fulong Mountain even joined forces to create a temporary magic circle next to the Sword Worship Stage, which could quickly repair injuries and replenish spiritual energy. Originally, the formation would be deployed only at the winter solstice, but now it is deployed in advance.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and more and more people came to Tiehe Valley, and it was already so crowded that no one could get through; the Qingkui of each sect had also been sharpening their knives these days, and they were secretly discussing with their teachers how to deal with "Jian Yi".

Zuo Lingquan knew that he would be targeted, so he naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He had been training in the house for three days without leaving, and had sparred and practiced with Shangguan Lingye to get familiar with the fighting style of the Qingkui.

It is a bit conservative to say that they were sparring, but to be more precise, they were beaten one-sidedly.

Shangguan Lingye and Zuo Lingquan were fighting alone, but they would not suppress their realm. In addition, Shangguan Lingye pretended to be Tang Jingyan, but failed to steal the chicken and put his chest in. He was a little dissatisfied, and he did not show any mercy to Zuo Lingquan, and directly tortured him to death.

Although Zuo Lingquan did not even touch the hem of her skirt, under the invincible huge pressure, he made rapid progress, and gradually mastered the key points of the strange techniques he learned.

After the daily sparring, Zuo Lingquan's true qi was exhausted, so he went to the stone chamber to refine qi with the help of Qingwan; at night, he helped Jiang Yi practice; in his spare time, he could also play with Jingxun and Tuanzi. It can be said that he strictly managed every minute and every second of his time, and practiced and lived well.

After practicing with Jiang Yi several times, although Zuo Lingquan did not say it explicitly, Jiang Yi clearly felt that her cultivation was advancing rapidly, and she broke through the mirror to the tenth level of Qi Refining in just two days.

Jiang Yi was very surprised by such an exaggerated progress. After confirming that it was not an illusion, she asked Zuo Lingquan if it was because of the huge gap in their talents.

Zuo Lingquan explained truthfully that he had obtained a cultivation method, because Wanwan wanted to be honest and not let him interfere, and did not elaborate on how he got it.

Jiang Yi was quite surprised when she learned about it, but she heard that the gap was too big, and Zuo Lingquan could only help her practice, and he could not improve himself, so she would not let him touch it for the time being.

Three days passed quickly, and Zuo Lingquan finished recuperating and set off alone early in the morning to the Sword Worship Platform.

The girls couldn't follow him, so they followed Shangguan Lingye and went to the stands of Tiezhu Mansion to watch the battle.

The Sword Worshiping Platform was just outside the gate of Tiezhu Mansion. There was no need to take a pleasure boat. The girls followed Shangguan Lingye on foot along the path to the cliff behind the Sword Worshiping Platform.

The road behind the cliff was winding and secluded, covered with white snow on both sides, and the noise of thousands of cultivators could be heard in the distance.

Shangguan Lingye walked in the front, with Tuanzi, who had not woken up yet, lying on his shoulder; Leng Zhu and Tang Jingyan walked in the middle.

Wu Qingwan and Jiang Yi walked at the end, enjoying the snow scenery along the way, and pulled away from the three people in front.

Wu Qingwan slowed down and walked behind Jiang Yi, of course, not to enjoy the vast expanse of white snow. Since she started practicing with Zuo Lingquan, she felt a stone in her heart, feeling sorry for Jiang Yi, who treated her like her own child, and always wanted to find an opportunity to confess.

Now Zuo Lingquan and Jiang Yi have done it, and it is impossible to separate them; Jiang Yi knows the principle of the technique, so she should understand her original intention, and it is time to make this matter clear.

It just so happens that Zuo Lingquan is going to compete today. If he wins consecutive games, Jiang Yi will be overjoyed and angry with her, but her emotions will be diluted by joy; if he loses accidentally, Jiang Yi has always been sensible and will not blame Zuo Lingquan for the defeat. If she wants to scold her as an aunt, she will scold her less.

In general, it is best to confess now.

But Wu Qingwan has not yet considered whether to say it immediately or after the fight.

It is better to confess immediately. Zuo Lingquan will start fighting later. No matter how angry Jiang Yi is, she will be distracted to watch the fight. Maybe she will calm down after the fight.

Wu Qingwan walked slowly on the path. She wanted to speak several times, but swallowed the words back. After all, this matter is really against moral standards. When an aunt steals her niece's man, she finds a high-sounding excuse. Just thinking about it is too much.

Just say that you like Zuo Lingquan...it feels even more excessive.

well……

Wu Qingwan's steps became slower and slower, and she didn't dare to look back at Jiang Yi's face. She kept trying to cheer herself up, to show off the courage she had used to persuade Zuo Lingquan, and to dare to take action.

Jiang Yi was wearing a fiery red dress, walking behind Wu Qingwan, her eyes wandering on Wu Qingwan's perfectly curved hip line, her mind was a little wandering, still thinking about consummating the marriage and improving her cultivation in the past two days.

The two of them walked like this without saying a word, but neither of them noticed anything was wrong.

When they immediately reached the top of the cliff and were about to see the crowded sword worship platform, the figures of Shangguan Lingye and others temporarily disappeared on the edge of the flat bottom.

Wu Qingwan knew that if she didn't say anything, she might never find an opportunity like today again in the future. She clasped her hands on her waist, gritted her teeth secretly, stopped, and turned around:

"Jiang Yi."

"Um?"

Jiang Yi also came back to her senses, paused, looked at Aunt Feng Yun in front of her, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"I……"

Wu Qingwan tried her best to look calm and gentle, but her heart was in a mess. She opened her mouth and asked with concern:

"Why are you a little distracted? Are you worried?"

Jiang Yi's face turned red, her eyes averted, she looked at the snow-covered bushes beside the road, and said with a smile:

"It's nothing... I'm just thinking about Zuo Lingquan, um... Auntie, he and I consummated our marriage, you know that, right?"

Wu Qingwan's eyelashes were trembling, her hands were clasped together, and she said softly:

"He told me that it would be good if we finally got married, um...hehe..."

Jiang Yi held a branch of a shrub with fallen leaves in her hand, her expression slightly embarrassed, and said:

"Auntie, I found that when I was... with him, my cultivation progressed very quickly. I reached the tenth level of Qi refining in just a few days... He has a book of exercises that can help me practice faster. ”

Wu Qingwan was so nervous that her mind almost turned into a ball of mush, and she said softly:

"Just practice quickly, that skill...is...is..."

"He got it from outside." Jiang Yi didn't dare to look at her aunt, and said nervously: "Well... it seems that all women can use it, I think... I haven't talked to my aunt before, I'm here In this world, my aunt is the only person around me. If I want to live forever, I have to live forever together. Otherwise, we might as well go back to Dadan together. If I leave my aunt behind, then immortality will be meaningless..."

"..."

When Wu Qingwan heard these words, she didn't dare to speak again.

But it was even more embarrassing for Jiang Yi not to speak. She secretly gritted her teeth and said:

"As long as you have this intention, I...it doesn't matter whether I live forever or not. As long as you and Zuo Lingquan can practice smoothly, I will be worthy of your mother."

"How can that be done?" Jiang Yi shook her head gently, twirled the branches with her fingers, and continued:

"It's impossible for me to leave you alone to live forever, and Zuo Lingquan certainly can't let you go... Auntie, you are already forty years old and only at the second level of Linggu. If you don't speed up your cultivation, you will be old and yellow in a few years..."

"Um?"

Wu Qingwan blinked, a little confused.

Jiang Yi felt that this was a bit awkward to say, but she was even more afraid of losing the people around her one day. She turned around, held Wu Qingwan's hand, and said softly:

"Auntie, I know that you have a quiet and conservative personality. You have never found a Taoist partner so far, and you are not interested in things between men and women..."

Who said I was interested...

no……

Wu Qingwan stared at Qiushui, looking at Jiang Yi in front of her, a little at a loss:

"Jiang Yi, you...what you said..."

"I know this is too rebellious."

Jiang Yi held Wu Qingwan's hand that was shaking slightly with anger and said seriously and firmly:

"When we were chatting in Qihuang Valley, you said that becoming a Taoist couple with someone with extraordinary talents would help you improve your cultivation. I thought about letting you try it, but I didn't confirm it at that time and didn't dare to speak. Now. I practiced with Zuo Lingquan and found that it does have this effect, and the effect is much greater than my aunt thought... And my aunt's five elements belong to wood, so she is more suitable for Zuo Lingquan than me..."? !

Wu Qingwan was stunned.

Jiang Yi secretly glanced at Wu Qingwan and saw that Wu Qingwan's eyes were filled with astonishment. She was not surprised and quickly raised her hand to hug her and said seriously:

"Auntie, don't be angry. We grew up together. I...I can't watch you grow old and die. If you want to live forever, we must live together. It's true that you and Zuo Lingquan...are in trouble, but you only treat it as practicing with him. That’s it, it should be...it shouldn’t be difficult.”

"I……"

Wu Qingwan's nose became sore, and logically she should have replied, 'How could I do this?' She pretended, and then refused again and again, reluctantly agreeing; but at this moment she couldn't pretend anymore, she opened her mouth and said:

"Me... Ling Quan and I..."

"I know it's impossible. Zuo Lingquan is not worthy of you. If it weren't for helping my aunt practice, I wouldn't give him the chance to get close to her... But what if he doesn't agree to this..."

How could he not agree...

Wu Qingwan didn't know what she was thinking. She pursed her lips for a long time before saying in a voice as quiet as a mosquito:

"I...I'm your aunt. Although I'm not related by blood, I just call her by name, but...how will I count in the future?"

Jiang Yi felt that Wu Qingwan actually wanted to relent, and was very surprised; but she couldn't see Wu Qingwan's expression while holding her in her arms, so she wasn't sure if she felt wrong. She said seriously:

"The cultivation path doesn't care about age. People within the same generation are considered peers. The Empress Dowager is 80 years older than me, and we still treat each other as sisters in private... Well, as long as my aunt agrees, we can talk about our own things in the future. I call you my aunt, and you call me my sister..."

"Well?"

"Uh... it should be my sister, huh?"

"Alas... this is all a mess. Jiang Yi, I... I'm not as good as you think, I..."

"I have seen how my aunt treats me since I was a child. If you don't improve your cultivation, you will really become a yellow-faced woman in a few years. It's not easier to regain youth in the cultivation path than to live forever. What should we do then? It's better to make a quick decision and improve your cultivation now..."

The more Jiang Yi said this, the more guilty Wu Qingwan felt. She hugged Jiang Yi and opened and closed her lips, but she didn't know how to explain so as not to disappoint the little girl in her arms.

The two of them pulled back and forth, obviously not paying attention to the time.

On the cliff, several people who had already walked onto the flat ground noticed that the two people had fallen behind and were still not coming. Tang Jingyan turned around again and looked down in confusion:

"Qingwan... Eh? What are you hugging?"

"Ji~?"

Wu Qingwan and Jiang Yi quickly separated, both tidying up their hair to hide their confused emotions.

Jiang Yi glanced at Wu Qingwan and whispered, "Auntie, think about it carefully." Then she quickly ran up the cliff.

Wu Qingwan looked at Jiang Yi's back, her mature and beautiful face full of entanglement. After hesitating for a long time, she followed with small steps, feeling embarrassed...