The fairy is fierce

On the top of the snow peak, wisps of snowflakes fall into Tianchi. The clear water reflects the flowing clouds in the sky and the white plum blossoms in bud on a tree on the bank.

A woman with long jet-black hair draped over her back sat alone beside the Tianchi. There was a piano table in front of her and a tea-green gourd with two leaves hanging next to it.

The woman's figure is thin, and her skin color is not inferior to that of snowflakes and white plums. She may have not moved for too long. Many petals fell on the snow-colored skirt, some have just fallen, and some have withered. They have never been swept away. The whole back looks like There is only loneliness and coldness, as if the whole world has forgotten it here, and even time has stopped flowing.

But no matter how silent the woman was, time was flowing after all. As a breeze ruffled the water surface, a few lines of small words appeared in the Tianchi.

A long time has passed, but women's hobbies have not changed. Whenever this happens, they will open their eyes and take a look into the pool.

In the past, when she was in her hometown, she would show up to praise and give a few words to anyone who satisfied her. If she was in a good mood, she would also give some opportunities. This made the place where she lived full of handwriting left by the descendants of all parties.

But Xuefeng is far away from the horizon, and her hometown has long since changed. Even she herself has almost forgotten this hobby, let alone the world. It was not until more than a hundred years ago that a descendant from her hometown took up this hobby again. .

Although those younger generations were just seeking personal gain and the things they wrote no longer suited her, she was far away and couldn't give her any more advice or opportunities, so naturally she didn't care about them. Some reading was better than none.

"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest is not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust..."

The woman's voice was clear. After reading the handwriting carefully, she was slightly surprised. She nodded slowly and looked at the characters "Buy by force, sold by force, children and old men bullied" beside them. She was deducing what happened on the other end of the handwriting.

However, before the woman finished tasting, the plum pattern on the long piano placed on the table shimmered, and then a shadow of a dancing girl appeared out of thin air and said:

"There is news from Yuyaozhou that the descendant who is related to Jiufeng has arrived near Fulong Mountain, and his destination may be Peach Blossom Pond. Shang Yin said that this son is so blessed that if he cannot be used for his own purposes, he will become a serious problem, so he asked his master Can you arrange for someone to bring him back, or nip it in the bud?”

The Youying alien race is just a collective name, but there are actually many sects and countless factions inside. The overall structure is looser than forces such as Sword Imperial City. It can be understood as another spiritual path that is not tolerated by the righteous way.

But the terrifying thing about the Youying alien race is that everyone has a highly unified goal. Whether it is a murderous demon or a saint with ambitions that mortals cannot understand, whether it is a human or a demon, the prerequisites for the path they seek are all the same. It is to open up the severed path to immortality.

The highly unified goal has brought extremely terrifying cohesion and execution ability to the Youying alien tribe. As long as the other party is a member of the Youying alien tribe, no matter what the other party does, in the final analysis, it is for the same goal. Helping the other party is helping. You don't even have to think about the other person's original intentions and motives.

Shang Yin is the fellow disciple of Lord Emperor Zhao. He was originally from Huajunzhou and has been active in Huajunzhou for many years. The woman next to Tianchi is in charge of Yuyaozhou. The two of them belong to completely different forces, and they are not very similar. Keep in touch with each other, but when we need cooperation and assistance from each other, we will agree as long as we can.

But this time, the woman did not respond immediately after hearing the words. She looked at the handwriting and thought for a while before shaking her head:

"God Lord Meng Zhang appeared in the East China Sea and gave him a blessing. I am protected by God Lord Meng Zhang. If I do anything to him, God Lord Meng Zhang may ostracize me; let them find their own way."

"Since Lord Meng Zhang has chosen his master, why do he want to give him a blessing?"

"The gods and the earth are just living beings and will not act according to human thinking. No matter gods or demons, whoever can restore the balanced order of the heaven and earth will be helped by the heaven and the earth. There is no such thing as favoring one person alone."

The dancing girl, who is a weapon spirit, stopped talking when she heard the sound and disappeared into the Changqin again.

The woman looked at the writing on the lake from beginning to end. After the surroundings fell into silence, she thought about it, raised her hands, and pressed them on the strings...

The setting sun completely sank into the mountains, leaving only a faint twilight on the horizon, and the sky gradually darkened.

At the foot of Meishan Mountain, because of the conflict between Zuo Lingquan and Jiugong Mountain, tourists did not dare to stay and watch the excitement of Jiugong Mountain. They dispersed one after another. The entire Meishan Mountain was soon empty inside and outside.

The matter was a bit big. The three young disciples who were able to get out of the siege were afraid of offending Jiugongshan and causing trouble for the sect, so they did not dare to come forward and make friends with Zuo Lingquan. After saying thank you together, they left quickly. .

Zuo Lingquan did not have much conversation with the three young men. He just quietly stuffed two pages of talismans into the clothes of the leading young man, and then accompanied Shangguan Lingye and Qingwan back.

Wu Qingwan had lost interest in sightseeing after the little commotion just now. However, the Dowager Empress finally came out from her busy work and couldn't just go back as soon as she arrived, so she walked in front alone and asked Zuo Lingquan to accompany her. Look at the scenery with Shangguan Lingye.

In the evening, there was a gentle mountain breeze, and the trees and flowers on both sides of the stone path rustled softly under the breeze. After the storm, there were no tourists on the road, and only two women and one man were left, walking on the stone path.

Shangguan Lingye's thoughts were still on the poem he had just written. He was reminiscing while walking with the dumplings in his hands. He also compared the calligraphy of the sages on the stone tablets on the roadside. What:

"Compared with Lord Fulong's limericks compared to yours, it's all flattering to say that the difference between cloud and mud is flattering. I don't know what his old man's expression was when he saw it..."

His words were a bit presumptuous, and Zuo Lingquan was afraid that Lord Fulong would hit him in anger.

Zuo Lingquan was walking beside him. It was hard to accept these words, so he turned to ask:

"Mother Princess, how is the matter with Yun Zhengyang?"

Shangguan Lingye was getting excited when he heard the voice, which made him a little disappointed. He glanced at Zuo Lingquan:

"I finally came out to relax, but after a few steps you started chatting with me about business?"

Zuo Lingquan was the instigator, and the conversation was really not about official matters, but about private matters.

However, Shangguan Lingye had been busy for more than ten days and didn't even leave the house. It was really hard. Seeing that she didn't want to hear it, Zuo Lingquan stopped asking, thought for a while and said:

"Then what do you want to talk about?"

These words are similar to the beginning of the one at sea, and they are obviously meant to test.

Before Shangguan Lingye could answer, Tuanzi squatting in the palm of his hand began to draw inferences, spread his wings and made a "chichi~" sound twice, which probably meant, "Pretend to be Jiang Yi, babbo~".

Shangguan Lingye didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, but she definitely couldn't say that. She frowned slightly and said:

"What? Do you still want to treat me like Jiang Yi and take advantage of me like last time?"

Seeing that Shangguan Lingye was not very resistant, Zuo Lingquan joked:

"How could it be? Last time, my wife was in a bad state of mind and didn't react. Now she will definitely react. I can't take advantage even if I want to."

"Chiji..."

Tuanzi started muttering again, probably saying, 'How would you know if you didn't try? ’.

It's really gratifying that 'Liaoji' is so considerate, but it's a pity that neither of them understands.

Shangguan Lingye felt that the dumplings were a bit noisy, so he blocked his mouth with dried fish and said displeased:

"Be careful what you say. I am not a little girl like Jiang Yi. I treat you differently just because I have some skin-to-skin contact... huh?"

At this point, Shangguan Lingye suddenly stopped and raised his eyes to look at the surrounding mountains and fields.

Zuo Lingquan was hesitating whether to give it a try. He stopped when he saw this scene and looked around suspiciously. Only then did he realize that there was a vague sound of a piano coming from deep in the mountains.

dong dong

The sound of the piano is extremely ethereal, just like the aftertaste left over from ancient times, or like the auditory hallucination caused by the tinkling of spring water. The distance is suddenly far and near, and it is not really heard, but it is definitely there.

Wu Qingwan was walking in front and also noticed the movement in the mountains and fields, her eyes full of surprise:

"There really is the sound of the piano. Is this the 'Meishan Legacy'?"

"Probably."

Zuo Lingquan couldn't tell the direction of the piano sound at all, but as long as it was there, there must be a corresponding source. He looked around uncertainly and asked:

"Mother Princess, where does this music come from?"

The surprise in Shangguan Lingye's eyes was no less than that of the two of them. 'Meishan's legacy' was just a legend. Not many people had heard of it. She used to think that Jiugong Mountain was playing tricks here. But when I carefully explored the surroundings, the sound of the piano seemed to appear out of thin air, and nothing unusual was found.

"I don't know. It probably has something to do with the Feng Shui layout of this place..."

Shangguan Lingye looked around and couldn't figure out the reason, so he wanted to find the clue from the music.

It's a pity that the sound of the piano is ethereal and obscure, and it's too high-pitched. With the musical attainments of the three of them, it sounds mysterious at best, but it's hard to understand anything after hearing it.

After a long time, the song ended and the sky turned completely dark.

Zuo Lingquan waited for a moment, and after seeing that there was no sound at all, he asked:

"Have you heard anything, Madam?"

Shangguan Lingye didn't understand either, and felt that there must be some unknown reason behind the sound of the piano.

But judging from the observation just now, the sound of the piano appeared very mysterious. Before Shangguan Lingye could figure it out, he saw a stream of light flying towards him in the night sky in the north.

The streamer was cyan and looked like a flying sword.

Zuo Lingquan noticed something and instinctively put his hand on the hilt of the sword and came behind Wu Qingwan; Shangguan Lingye also withdrew his mind and turned his eyes to the north.

The flying sword was extremely fast, and within a dozen breaths of time, it reached the top of the stone path and landed smoothly. Yaoyao said:

"Brother Zuo has such a bad temper. After all, we have just met each other. Isn't it appropriate to come to Fulong Mountain and discipline the lower sect of Fulong Mountain for me without even saying hello?"

Zuo Lingquan looked up and saw Xu Mo, the Qinggui of Fulong Mountain whom he had met once in Dahuang Ridge.

Xu Mo was wearing a Taoist robe and landed on the stone path. His words were to call for punishment, but his expression did not show any hostility.

Although the upper sect and the lower sect are from the same sect, they are still two sects. As long as a conflict does not involve the fundamentals of the sect, the upper sect does not have so much energy to deal with trivial matters.

Moreover, there are small frictions between the Jiuzong every day. Just like Zuo Lingquan’s attack on Yunshui Jiantan, it is a rule not to pursue the matter after it is settled, otherwise the score will never be settled. The ancestor of Jiugong Mountain didn’t say anything just now. Xu Mo said that he was giving in, but he held on to him, which meant he was looking for trouble.

However, after all, Zuo Lingquan had made a move on Fulong Mountain's territory, and it was impossible for Xu Mo to greet him with a smile on his face.

Xu Mo fell in front of Zuo Lingquan with a slight dissatisfaction. He was about to continue to raise troops to investigate the crime. When he saw Shangguan Lingye, he was slightly stunned and raised his hand to salute:

"Fairy Shangguan is here too. Please forgive me for missing you from afar."

Shangguan Lingye tricked Xu Mo once, but if Xu Mo didn't know, it was like it didn't happen. She nodded slightly:

"It is not like your Fulong Mountain style to allow the lower sect to do these things of robbery and plunder. You need to discipline them more in the future. Don't let Lord Fulong lose face."

Shangguan Lingye had a very strong dominance among the younger generation of Jiuzong in the past, and was senior to Xu Mo. With her around, Xu Mo naturally found it hard to show off, and he stopped mentioning the matter just now.

Zuo Lingquan's action just now was justified, so naturally he would not feel guilty towards Xu Mo. He walked side by side with Xu Mo and said half-jokingly:

"Did Brother Xu come here just to find a place?"

Xu Mo, as the Qinggui of Fulong Mountain, is definitely not weak in terms of hard power. He missed the Nine Sects Alliance last time, and this time he really wants to come and have an arm-wrestling with Zuo Lingquan.

However, Lord Linyuan's disciple Shangguan Lingye was here, so Xu Mo probably couldn't fight or say harsh words, so he responded:

"I was walking around and heard the news and came over to take a look. The nine sects are allies of each other. I am not like Brother Zuo, who only relies on my cultivation to fight in the nest. The Sword Imperial City has been very lively recently. Do you want to fight? If you go there, you can also increase the prestige of the Nine Sects."

After crossing Fulong Mountain, we arrived at the jurisdiction of Sword Emperor City. The distance was actually not that far away. Zuo Lingquan heard this and said curiously:

"What's happening over there lately?"

Shangguan Lingye received his master's instructions and asked Zuo Lingquan to go to Peach Blossom Pond as soon as possible to take advantage of the opportunity. Naturally, he would not let him run around and explained:

"A few big families in Central Continent are just fighting for territory. The Sword Emperor City is not as monolithic as the Nine Sects. There are many families who practice swordsmanship. It is very common to fight to the death for natural materials and treasures. It is none of our business and we have nothing to do with it. "

"It's not a matter of personal concern. Brother Zuo is known as the 'Three Heroes of Central Continent'. Your third brother's Qi family is also among them. Why don't you help me?"

The Three Heroes of Zhongzhou were created by Lao Lu. Zuo Lingquan had never met Qi Jia at all. He was busy going to Peach Blossom Pond to eat peaches, so he just said:

"If you have a chance, it doesn't hurt to go over and take a look."

Xu Mo and Zuo Lingquan were not very familiar with each other, and there wasn't much to talk about since they couldn't fight. After a few polite words, he turned around and went to Jiugong Mountain, inviting a few people over as guests.

Zuo Lingquan had just finished cleaning Jiugong Mountain. He would not go there to make himself uncomfortable, so he declined. After watching Xu Mo leave, he did not stay any longer and returned to Huafang with Shangguan Lingye.

The sky has turned completely dark, the river is dotted with stars, and only a small boat is gently rising and falling on the river bank.

Shangguan Lingye went out to relax and relaxed a lot. After returning to the boat, he no longer wanted to sit behind the desk. He picked up the cat and dumplings and wanted to lie down on the soft couch for a while.

Seeing Zuo Lingquan and Wu Qingwan walking in, Shangguan Lingye thought of something again and said:

"If nothing else happens, we will arrive at Peach Blossom Pond tomorrow morning. There is nothing to do in the evening. Do you want to take a rest?"

Zuo Lingquan was about to go out to practice sword practice when he heard the voice and said doubtfully:

"Aren't you resting all the time? How can you rest?"

Shangguan Lingye blinked and gestured to the small cabin with a big bed inside.

Wu Qingwan understood the meaning when she saw this look. How could she be embarrassed to be held down by Zuo Lingquan on Shangguan Lingye's boat? She quickly shook her head:

"I'm not tired, um... I went out to meditate."

He said and ran out the door.

Zuo Lingquan just understood what Shangguan Lingye meant. He really wanted to, but Qingwan couldn't hold it in his face, so he naturally didn't force it. He declined with a smile and walked out...——

I didn’t sleep well last night and my writing was very bad, so I’ll just call it too much...