The fairy is fierce

There is no false reputation under a great reputation, and the same is true for wine. ♜♦  ♗♦

Manager Zheng is not considerate of guests and his appearance is casual. If there is nothing in the wine, he would have closed down long ago. The fact that it is still patronized by customers can only mean that the wine is really good.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao were focused on the current situation and did not pay attention to the wine, but after taking a sip of warm liquor, the hot feeling went from the throat to the stomach, and then from the stomach to the forehead. It felt that the whole person's thoughts were pulled back and focused on the wine bowl in his hand.

The wine in the bowl was slightly turbid and looked like ordinary yellow wine, but the strength was far beyond ordinary yellow wine. It tasted like pouring molten iron into the throat. It was incomparable with the endless aftertaste of the immortal wine, but taking this sip in the cold winter made people feel that the immortals were just like this.

"Uh... good wine!"

Zuo Lingquan suppressed the alcohol in his throat and carefully observed the wine in the bowl. He wanted to see if it was some kind of immortal aged wine, but after looking at it for a long time, it was just ordinary wine, and he didn't know how it was brewed.

Xie Qiutao's round face blushed a little. She was born in the distant northern region since she was a child. She had long been accustomed to the cold weather and the roughness of the northern region. Compared with the southern wine that pays attention to the charm and twists and turns, she prefers this feeling of "forcing" her. After taking a sip, she felt unsatisfied and took another sip from the wine bowl.

Tang Jingxun can brew wine by herself. She has been brewing for many years. She thinks she is a wine connoisseur, but after taking a sip, she found that her skills are far behind this old man. She asked curiously:

"Boss, how is this wine brewed?"

Boss Zheng held the pipe and tossed the peanuts:

"If I tell you the secret recipe, what business can I do?"

"Oh..."

Tang Jingxun pursed her lips and knew that she asked too much.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled, not caring about the shopkeeper's attitude. He put down the wine bowl, ordered some appetizers from the restaurant next door, and had a meal with Yan Ge. He also bought a few jars of wine to drink on the way.

After the meal, Yan Ge stood up to pay the bill, and Zuo Lingquan did not refuse. This move was equivalent to agreeing to accompany Yan Ge home to have a look.

Yangshan is in the eastern part of Caiyi Country, more than 600 miles away from Changning City. If you ride a horse on a snowy day, it will take at least four or five days.

Zuo Lingquan didn't know if he could solve the problem, so he naturally didn't put on the style of a Taoist master first, and chose to ride with Yan Ge.

Because it was dark, and traveling on a snowy night was unbearable for people and horses, several people found an inn with a good environment under Yan Ge's introduction and stayed there-

The wind and snow were blowing, making the lanterns outside the window rustle. The room was quiet, but there was no stove, and the temperature was only slightly higher than the ice and snow outside. Performance

In order to prevent guests from freezing to death in the house, the inn thoughtfully prepared two thick quilts, but this was naturally useless for Zuo Lingquan and others.

In the room, Tang Jingxun untied the heavy fur coat on his body and leaned on the thick quilt. He did not dispel the drunkenness, and teased Tuanzi who was asking for dried fish with a look that seemed to be drunk.

Zuo Lingquan had to be alert to the surroundings, so he naturally could not indulge in the feeling of being slightly drunk. After sending Xie Qiutou back to the house, he came to Jingxun's room and closed the door.

Seeing Jingxun lying on the bed with her curves exposed, he almost shouted "Damn it, come here quickly", Zuo Lingquan smiled a little, walked to the bed lightly, half squatted down, and held Jingxun's embroidered shoes.

Tuanzi, who was rolling around and acting cute, turned up and tilted her head to look at Zuo Lingquan who was helping to take off his shoes. She was a little confused as to why Zuo Lingquan was so "filial", but after just a few glances, her eyes went dark and she was buried under the heavy blanket.

"Ji?"

Jing Yan covered Tuanzi tightly, and her skirt was slowly lifted up. She looked a little strange, but she didn't shrink her feet. Instead, she asked in a low voice:

"Wife, are you busy?"

Zuo Lingquan just pulled down the edge of his pantyhose and saw the outline of the fat and soft white jade tiger. Hearing the voice, he stopped his action.

Tang Jingxun was silent for a moment, and just when she wanted Zuo Lingquan to continue, she heard a response in her mind:

"Are you in Caiyi Country?"

"Yeah, are you busy? If not, I'll start..."

"Busy."

Tang Jingxun was a little unconvinced, so she pulled Zuo Lingquan's finger and placed it on her own lapel, and said teasingly:

"What are you busy with? If you don't explain clearly, it will be difficult for me to deal with it."

Zuo Lingquan naturally couldn't do it, so he stood up and fell beside Jingxun, waiting for her to negotiate with the ancestor.

Zuo Lingquan could only hear Jingxun's words, but not the ancestor's response. After waiting for a while, he saw Jingxun's body stiffen, and then he skillfully raised his hands, guided by the true qi, and drew a red magic circle in the air in front of the two of them, and then the magic circle gradually became hazy, and the picture began to appear.

Zuo Lingquan was stunned. He didn't expect Jingxun to be able to perform such a magical power. He pulled Jingxun's skirt up and sat down to look at her carefully.

The magic circle suspended in front of him should be the perspective passed down by the ancestor. There are stars and bright moons in it, and the clouds divide the two worlds of immortals and mortals.

A sturdy fat girl wearing straw sandals was holding her cheek, lying on the clouds, looking at the distant horizon.

Under the silver moon in the sky, there is a golden river, moving slowly towards the north in the silent night sky. Only by looking carefully can you find that it is a long dragon composed of lights.

Tang Jingxun didn't understand, and his eyes were on the sturdy girl not far from the perspective, and asked:

"Is this your daughter?"

A voice came from the picture:

"When I was a child."

"Hmm?"

Tang Jingxun was stunned, moved closer to look carefully, and wanted to touch it with his hand, but unfortunately he couldn't touch it.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were on the long dragon of lights in the distance.

A closer look revealed that there were hundreds of ferries in the long dragon, with giant puppets, large spirit beasts, and mountains of medicinal materials and magical instruments on them. There were also various flying spirit beasts outside the fleet, and the cultivators riding instruments were as dense as locusts. At a glance, there were probably no less than 10,000 people.

Zuo Lingquan had been practicing for a long time, and it was not that he had never seen a big scene, but it was indeed the first time he had seen such a large team flying together. Coupled with the vast world in front of him, the scene even shocked him a little.

"Who are these?"

"The reinforcements sent by the Nine Sects to assist Huajunzhou in attacking Posazhou."

Zuo Lingquan had not yet left Yuyaozhou and was not clear about the situation outside. Seeing so many people rushing to the battlefield of immortals and demons, he naturally became serious and said:

"Are these people disciples of the Nine Sects?"

"There are 8,000 disciples of the Nine Sects, and nearly 20,000 independent cultivators who followed after hearing the news. Cheng Jiujiang and Wang Rui, whom you know, are among them."

"Huh?"

When Zuo Lingquan was in Qihuang Valley, he was chased by wild cultivators. His junior brother Wang Rui risked his life to save him. He knew Wang Rui's character. It was not uncommon for him to run to war in a fit of passion, but he remembered that Wang Rui had only practiced Qi back then.

Cheng Jiujiang, needless to say, was a typical old hand. Expect him to go to war?

"Senior Shangguan, are these people forced to be strong men by the Nine Sects?"

"In the situation where good and evil fight, forcing men to be strong is to send troops to the other side. These cultivators are all spontaneous. After Wang Rui became Lu Jianchen's apprentice, he has been in seclusion on Jingluo Terrace. This time he went there to train; as for Cheng Jiujiang, he became sworn brothers with Song Chi, the God-shaking Fist recruited by Lingye. Song Chi was born in the martial arts world and has a chivalrous spirit. He asked for orders from Tiezhu Mansion, and Cheng Jiujiang followed him."

Zuo Lingquan had a deep friendship with these people, so he was naturally worried about their safety. He wanted to ask, but asking if the battlefield was dangerous seemed a bit idiotic, so he didn't speak.

Ancestor Shangguan could guess Zuo Lingquan's thoughts and responded:

"The battlefield of immortals and demons is more cruel than you think. It is a blessing for these people to come back after going there. This deity is here to see them off and send them on their way. Many people can only see each other again in the next life."

Zuo Lingquan's heart skipped a beat when he heard that only one out of ten survived, and he sat up straight.

Tang Jingyan also frowned: "Knowing that most people are going to die, why do you let them go?"

"This is the purpose of cultivation. If you don't go, who will give you the opportunity to quietly have sex in the house?"

After the Shangguan Patriarch finished speaking, the formation in front of him dissipated by itself, and the picture disappeared without a trace.

Tang Jingxuan pursed her lips, thinking that her good wife was really busy, so she straightened her clothes and whispered:

"Forget it today?"

Zuo Lingquan's original thoughts had disappeared. He was silent for a while, sat cross-legged on the bed, and smiled:

"Well, practice, after finishing this, maybe you can go and take a look. Cheng Jiujiang has gone to exorcise demons, and we are wandering around in the back, what kind of words are you talking about."

"It's so dangerous outside, exorcising demons here, isn't it also exorcising demons.

"That's right..."

...

On the other side, in a room separated by a wall.

Xie Qiutou, who drank a lot in the wine shop, also did not dispel the alcohol. Her face was red, and she leaned on the pillow. On the bed, holding the iron pipa in her arms, she wanted to play it casually, but she was in the secular world and it was disturbing, so she gave up the idea.

Her head was dizzy, and the feeling of being drunk made her feel a little floating.

Xie Qiutou lay down for a while, turned over and clamped the quilt between her legs, lying like a big pillow, and put the little dragon turtle in its shell in front of her, squinting her eyes to think about how to open her mind.

But when people are drunk, what can they think about? Just thinking for a moment, Xie Qiutou's thoughts slowly drifted to other places, such as "What are Sister Jingxuan and Mr. Zuo doing?" "Is there a sound of humming?" "Hey~ How can a good girl think about such embarrassing things?"...

That's it After thinking about it for an unknown period of time, Xie Qiutao's eyelids gradually became heavy, and she slowly closed her eyes, and it seemed that she had fallen asleep.

But a moment later, Xie Qiutao's eyebrows gradually wrinkled while she was sleeping, and her eyeballs moved rapidly, as if she had a nightmare.

The little dragon turtle, who had never dared to show his head, lying on the pillow, seemed to have noticed something, and slowly poked out a golden dragon head with two small horns from his shell, with two small mustaches, and mung bean-like eyes, staring blankly at the sleeping girl next to him.

Xie Qiutao seemed to be having an unusual nightmare, her eyeballs moved faster and faster, her hands grasped the quilt tightly, almost tearing it apart, and her expression even showed a bit of ferocity.

The little dragon turtle had A little scared, seeing that the situation was not good, he slowly crawled under the bed, but the little dragon turtle was placed on the inside. When crawling over the iron pipa, he accidentally stepped on the pipa string, and a sound suddenly rang out in the room:

"Dong"

The low sound of the pipa was not loud, but it was like a hammer hitting a person's chest directly.

Xie Qiutao, with a ferocious face, was awakened instantly and turned over.

"Hu... Hu... How did I fall asleep..."

Xie Qiutao took a few deep breaths and touched her forehead, only to find that she was covered in cold sweat. She looked blankly, first looking down at the pipa in her arms, and then looking at her side.

The little dragon turtle, who was about to run away, looked at each other and retracted its shell in a "whoosh".

"Eh?!"

Xie Qiutao's eyes lit up, and the confusion in her eyes was swept away. She quickly picked up the dragon turtle that had crawled out and looked at it in her hand:

"Come out, come out. I'll take you as my pet. Follow me in the future and I promise you'll have good food and drink..."

The sound of the vibrating pipa also startled the man and woman meditating next door. Zuo Lingquan's voice came over:

"Miss Xie, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. I drank too much and fell asleep. I accidentally touched the pipa string."

"Really? Go to bed early."

"Okay..."

Xie Qiutao was awakened by the shock. She was no longer drunk. How could she sleep? She held the little dragon turtle and chattered non-stop...