The fairy is fierce

After dealing with Taoist Yunbao, Zuo Lingquan returned to Yangcheng.

The riots in the middle of the night caused fires in many places in the city. Fortunately, the people who were caught in the chaos had woken up. Under the organization of the government and many immortal masters, they were extinguishing the flames and rescuing the injured.

Inside and outside the county government office, people from Yanjiazhuang were going around putting out fires and rescuing people, while Yan Sanjie and a few Taoist immortals were guarding the big crow.

Before Shangguan Lingye chased the man, he did not forget the monster and put a talisman on the crow to prevent it from escaping. At this time, the crow still kept its original appearance lying in the ruins.

Different from the cannibalism of the black dragon carp, the iron bell crow is a beneficial bird in the barren mountains. There is no human in the diet. When it caused the chaos in the city, it was in a state of madness and was obviously secretly tampered with by Taoist Cloud Leopard.

Cultivation is not easy, especially for spiritual beasts. It takes at least two hundred years to cultivate to this point, and it is obviously inappropriate to kill without knowing the motive.

For this reason, Shangguan Lingye sealed the cultivation of the big crow and handed it over to several immortal masters invited by Yanjiazhuang. He asked them to go to Zhongzhou to find the contact person of the Iron Head Mansion, and let the monks who specialize in this way handle the matter. , and by the way, find a doctor for the paralyzed swordsman Fan Jin.

Although the journey was extremely long and seemed very troublesome, the few immortal masters who came to slay the demons agreed very simply - because Shangguan Lingye gave them a letter of recommendation, as long as they arrived at the contact point of Tiedong Mansion, not to mention entering It is easy to become a disciple and become a small priest. This is a rare and great opportunity for casual cultivators who have no family or sect.

They work together to eliminate demons, and they have a more or less incestuous relationship. This move can be regarded as ending this fate. As for the future, it depends on their own destiny.

In addition, although Taoist Yunbao is dead, the madness of the Yan family and the Zhuang family has no signs of improvement. It should be that the crux behind it has not been dug out.

Zuo Lingquan and others had no solution for the time being, so they could only ask Yan Sanjie and others to calm down and wait for the news. They boarded the painting boat that night and headed to Dachen Kingdom to investigate the places where Taoist Yunbao often traveled in the past years...

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Unconsciously, it was already early morning, and the sky was dawning in the east.

The small boat with lights on is sailing calmly in the sea of ​​clouds. You can see the red sun rising at the end of the sea of ​​clouds, and you can also see the thousands of miles of snow under your feet.

Xie Qiutao sat on the edge of the deck of the boat, with her legs dangling in the air, looking at the sun in the sky. The morning light illuminated her round face red; the little dragon turtle that was always shrunk in its shell lay beside her, silently.

Tuanzi, who had been busy all night, was already so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He squatted on Xie Qiutao's legs and fell asleep, just like Snowball squatting in his arms.

Naturally, several people in Huafang's room were not sleeping.

Zuo Lingquan stood at the window, first looked at the red sun on the horizon, then looked to the south, and said doubtfully:

"Did Jiang Jianhuang come here? It's been all night, is he still on his way here?"

Shangguan Lingye was sitting behind the desk, with her slender legs resting on the desk. The sitting posture was a bit inelegant. Through the bottom of her skirt, even the deepest stockings and suspenders could be seen. There were no outsiders in the room, and she didn't cover herself. After all, she was wearing it. For men to see.

Shangguan Lingye was holding the Peace and Peace card he picked up from Taoist Yunbao in his hand, and was trying to break through the restrictions of Linglong Pavilion. Hearing this, he said calmly:

"Master did not notify Jiang Jianhuang. Such a trivial matter does not require such a huge effort. As long as Taoist Yunbao believes that we can call people here."

Tang Jingxuan sat on the soft couch with her chest in her arms, still brooding over Lingye driving her out of bed. Hearing this, he frowned and said:

"You didn't come, but your master told me that you are coming? What if Taoist Yunbao doesn't leave and keeps waiting there?"

"The fact that he dared to wait for a confrontation shows that there is nothing wrong with him. We guessed wrong, so we can just apologize and be done with it.

"You cultivators, aren't you afraid of having knots in your mind and can't lie?"

"You can't feel guilty. How can an upright conspiracy create a knot in your heart..."

…

The two women chatted with each other.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't talk, and he couldn't sit alone in front of a certain wife, so he could only stand at the window, staring at Lingye's legs that he seemed to be able to see, but seemed to be unable to see anything.

But Jingxun was a good person, and it didn't take long for her to notice it. Her eyes turned sour, and she probably secretly said "Fox Meizi". She wanted to pull up the hem of her skirt, but she couldn't act like Lingye's coquettish and coquettish look. With a cold attitude, I was afraid that it would be self-defeating, so I gave it up in the end.

Zuo Lingquan noticed the cannibalistic gaze behind him and quickly put away his eyes, acting as if nothing happened:

"I'll go take a look at the back."

With that said, he came to the back of the cabin and opened the sliding door.

The boat was not large in scale, and the sleeping area at the rear was rarely used. The space was very small. Apart from the dressing table, there was only a soft bed with a window at the stern.

At this time, the bedroom was filled with clouds and mist, filled with spiritual energy that never dispersed.

Wu Qingwan, who was wearing a cloud-white dress, crossed her hands up and down, holding a peach core, and sat cross-legged on the soft bed.

Monks must devote themselves wholeheartedly to retreat. The six senses are closed and they cannot perceive the outside world. There is no expression on Qingwan's face, but it is still soft and charming; especially the posture of sitting cross-legged, with the back straight, making the waist and hip curve perfect, which is already magnificent. The skirt of her clothes is even more difficult to look away from.

Zuo Lingquan did not disturb Qingwan, but leaned against the wall and carefully observed every detail of Qingwan's body.

Beside Qingwan, in addition to several books on exercises and elixirs, there was also a small wooden box. Needless to say what was in the wooden box, the reason why it was placed in front of her was because Qingwan did not have Linglong Pavilion and left it to him for safekeeping. , afraid of being confiscated by Lingye.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Lingye would secretly take it away during the retreat, he carefully wrote "Do not move" on the wooden box.

Zuo Lingquan smiled secretly in his heart - this time he got a Linglong Pavilion from Taoist Yunbao, Qingwan no longer has to carry a box wherever she goes. I just don't know how big the Linglong Pavilion is. If the space is large enough, maybe Qingwan can study some large-scale cultivation equipment...

Wow -

When Zuo Lingquan was wandering in his mind, the sliding door on his side opened again.

Shangguan Lingye, wearing a gorgeous palace dress, appeared at the door, hugged her chest, leaned against the door frame, and glanced at Qingwan:

"You didn't see enough outside, so you ran in to hide and watch?"

Zuo Lingquan looked calm and shook his head:

"What are you talking about? I'm thinking about things related to cultivation."

"Really?"

Shangguan Lingye didn't believe it at all, leaned forward a little, and hooked up the sliding door with her palace shoes:

"Tell me, I have nothing to do on the way, just to help you solve your doubts."

Zuo Lingquan was stunned, looking at the clear and beautiful eyes, feeling...feeling that this look is going to eat people!

He stood up straight and looked at Qingwan who was sitting cross-legged with eyes closed:

"Are you here to solve my doubts? Qingwan..."

"She is in seclusion. As long as you don't break the formation, she won't feel you even if you stand upside down."

"Stand upside down?... No, I mean..."

"Is it inappropriate to steal her man in front of Qingwan?"

Shangguan Lingye narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand lightly, slid down along the edge of the collar of the palace skirt, slightly opened it, revealing the hollow lace between the flowers:

"It's not like she hasn't done the same thing as stealing her niece's husband next door. She can do it, but I can't?"

"You also know it's next door. If it's in front of you..."

Zuo Lingquan didn't care about the occasion, but he felt that it was inappropriate for Wan to do it now. If Qingwan woke up and saw this scene, she would be so angry that she would go back to her parents' home. ♦♦  ♦♦

He hugged Lingye's waist and wanted her to go out for a detailed discussion.

But Shangguan Lingye's sexual style has always been "I won't give it to you if you want it, but I will give it to you if you don't want it", so he didn't move, and pointed his finger at Zuo Lingquan's chest, pushing him onto the bed.

"Where is your courage before? Hmm?"

"Hey! Lingye, respect yourself..."

...

The two had just been pulling back and forth for a while, and Jingxun, who was waiting outside, noticed something was wrong.

Wow——

The door opened again, and Jingxun glanced inside suspiciously, and found that Shangguan Lingye was flirting with Zuo Lingquan, and his collar was open. She looked at Shangguan Lingye's collar and closed it:

"Lingye, Qingwan is in seclusion, what if you mess around and make her gasp?"

Shangguan Lingye didn't even blush, stood up straight, and pulled Zuo Lingquan out;

"Yeah, then I'll go outside, you stay here to watch over Qingwan, so that nothing will happen to her."

"Eh? ”

Tang Jingyan was not willing to be left out, she followed him out, squeezed in between the two, and hugged Zuo Lingquan's arm:

"Why? Why don't you go to the room to take a walk?"

Shangguan Lingye came to the carved couch, crossed her legs and sat sideways, her plump buttocks resting on her calves, posing like a lady, and hooked her finger at Zuo Lingquan:

"I'm going to the room to take a walk, who is he practicing with? You can watch from the side, the couch is small, you can sit behind the desk."

?

What's the difference between this and her looking at other people's mouths while they eat?

Tang Jingxun didn't let go of his arm, thinking in his heart:

"Why can't I practice with Xiao Zuo? I came here this time just to give him his life fire, this is business."

Zuo Lingquan has been busy dealing with the madness recently and has no time to talk about this. Hearing this, he pulled Jingxun to the soft couch, sat between the two, and asked:

"By the way, how can I give this life fire?"

Tang Jingxun knew nothing about cultivation, so she shook her head and said:

"Her master didn't tell me, so I figured it out myself."

Shangguan Lingye put away her cold and charming look, but put her legs on Zuo Lingquan's legs, supporting her face with her hands:

"You have to give me a share..."

"Call me Sister Xuan."

Shangguan Lingye pretended not to hear and continued:

"However, after the life object is refined, it becomes a part of the body. There is no saying that it can be divided into two and given to people. I'm afraid it's not easy to give this life fire."

Zuo Lingquan already knew this. When a cultivator refines his natal object, it is equivalent to adding an internal organ to his body. One is one, and any damage may endanger his life, not to mention cutting it in half and giving it to others.

Zuo Lingquan helped Lingye pinch his legs twice, and found that Jingxun's eyes were not right, so he picked up Jingxun's legs, put them on his legs, and pinched them together, thinking:

"Naturally, the natal object cannot be given to others, but Jingxun's fire can be used when he is in the Linggu period. It should be more than just the natal fire, more like a natural talent."

"Most talents cannot be shared with outsiders. For example, water control talents such as the black dragon carp can be taken by refining, but Jingxun's talent is too strong, given by the gods, and even the master may not be able to deprive it, let alone you. If you want to refine it, I'm afraid you can only refine the dumpling."

"Ji?!!"

Outside the painting boat, a shocked cry came.

Zuo Lingquan said helplessly: "Tuanzi is so powerful, how can I refine it? Even if I can refine it, I won't be willing to give it up. Is there any reliable method?"

Shangguan Lingye thought carefully: "Jingxun's talent is very special. It must be related to Phoenix and Suzaku, like an envoy chosen by the gods. I have never seen other people like this, but I know that they can communicate with the gods and the earth. "If you can't give me what you have, just tell the gods and ask them to give you more. To the gods, it's just a drop in the bucket. This method should work."

In Tang Jingxuan's mind, she saw the firebird that covered the sky and the sun. She sat up straighter:

"It seems possible, but how can I talk to it? The only two times I've seen it were when it was about to be beaten. The other times I don't know where it is."

"Gods are everywhere. You have to figure out how to contact us. How can ordinary people like us know about it. If you really contact us, remember to ask me for a share."

Shangguan Lingye lay down a little, raised his hand to open the cabin's shielding formation, and raised his eyebrows at Zuo Lingquan.

When Tang Jingxuan saw this scene, he was speechless and lifted up Lingye's skirt:

"Fix it, fix it, I'll see how anxious you are."

"Why am I in a hurry? It's Zuo Lingquan who is in a hurry. You didn't notice that he... huh huh~"

"Your legs are rubbing against each other. Isn't that normal? Can you blame Xiao Zuo?"

"Sit back and don't take it seriously."

"Hey! You...I'll slap you, I..."

Snap——

Very elastic and crisp...

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The painting boat moved forward silently, passing through the snow-white sky and earth.

Xie Qiutao was sitting on the edge of the deck with a strange expression. She glanced at the cabin from time to time, but couldn't hear any sound. She looked back and warned herself: We were just talking about something. The little girl can't have random thoughts...

Tuanzi was a little hurt and squatted listlessly on the turtle shell, using the dragon turtle as a rocking chair.

The destination of this trip is Dachen State. Because the north is vast and sparsely populated, the distance is relatively far, and it has already reached the vicinity of the Xuefeng Mountains.

Xuefeng Mountain, Fulong Mountain, and Huangshan were originally the three largest dragon veins in Yuyao Continent. Xiangbeiya in the Xuefeng Mountain Range was the highest peak in Yuyao Continent and was once called Beiyue by mountain monks.

At its peak, the Desert of Zhongzhou was nothing more than a buffer zone between the Northern and Southern Immortal Clan. The glory achieved by the Northern Immortal Clan was not much weaker than that of the Southern Immortal Clan.

But no matter how glorious the Immortal Family is, it cannot withstand the torrent of the general trend.

The method used by our ancestors to cut off the path to immortality was to seal the Taiyin Lord, causing the yin and yang of the heaven and earth to become unbalanced. People inside could not get out, and people outside could not get in.

The north is the land of cathode, and the impact of the imbalance of yin and yang on it is self-evident. Although no obvious changes can be seen in a short period of time, after thousands of years of changes, Beishouzhou has turned into a deserted land and many peaks including Xuanwu Terrace. The Immortal Family even declined one after another.

In today's Kyushu, except for Nanyu Continent, which is located in the land of the anode, where the yang energy is too strong and the yin energy cannot be neutralized, resulting in an overall harsh environment, all other continents are in a situation where the south is strong and the north is weak.

The same is naturally true for Yuyaozhou. The Northern Immortal Family was already in a state of survival before the Battle of Stealing Pills, but there is still a saying of the 'Seven Immortals of the North' in the world.

After the Battle of Stealing Pills, these remaining sects from ancient times were completely buried in the dust like the history of Yuyaozhou. Only the ancestors like Shangguan Yutang who have gone through the years on the top of the mountain know that there used to be these immortal families. It has taken root in the earth of Yuyaozhou.

However, the vitality of Xianjia sects is often stronger than what the world imagines. At its peak, there can be hundreds of thousands of disciples. At the time of decline, as long as one of these disciples and grandsons remembers the name of their ancestor, the sect will not survive. die.

Just like Beishouzhou Xuanwu Terrace, Xuanwu Terrace has long been reduced to a place name, but there is still a little girl walking alone on the land of Jiuzhou carrying the faith passed down from her ancestors.

And many other ancient sects that have long since disappeared are like this...

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Dachen State, Daitiao Mountain.

Every year around the winter solstice, sects of all sizes will open their mountain gates to recruit disciples, and the same goes for the Shenhao Sect located in Wangshan County, Dachen State.

Although the winter solstice has not yet arrived, the sect is too small and does not have so many rules. It is only October, and many people from all over the country come to Daiti Mountain to offer incense and let the Taoist priest inside take a look at their bones.

It was snowing heavily, and scattered people were walking on the stone path up the mountain, all holding children beside them.

Outside the old gate of Shenhao Sect, a few disciples maintained order, and the elderly elders examined the bones of the children who came over in turn.

In a viewing pavilion on the top of the mountain, the white-haired sect leader Han Ning did not focus on the children outside the mountain gate, but looked up at the sea of ​​clouds, as if waiting for someone.

After an unknown amount of time, no one appeared on the horizon, but a voice sounded from behind:

"Sect Leader Han!"

The voice was clear and clear, very polite, and not mixed with any smoke and smoke. Just by hearing the voice, you knew it was coming from the mountain.

Han Ning turned around and looked up, only to see two people standing outside the viewing pavilion.

The two stood side by side. The one on the left was a middle-aged man in white, holding a green flute in his hand. There was a black sign hanging on his waist, with a basalt relief sculpture of a turtle and a snake on it.

The other person looked familiar, with an old face, wearing a washed white robe, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, and a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

Han Ning walked out of the viewing pavilion, bowed his hands and looked at the unfamiliar middle-aged man in white:

"Mr. Zheng, who is this?"

Shopkeeper Zheng, who was holding a cigarette pole, was not very polite to anyone and said casually:

"Young men from the north come here to get things. You have to ask yourself."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in white took off the sign from his waist and handed it to Han Ning:

"My ancestor had some friendship with the great master of Han Zongzhu. I wonder if the great master of Han Zongzhu recognizes this sign."

Han Ning took the sign and looked at it, showing some surprise:

"I have seen it in the book passed down by the great master. I thought..."

"Before I came here, I didn't expect that the Xuefeng Mountain Shenhao Sect could be passed down to this day. Why did the sect move here?"

"It's too cold on the mountain, and we can't farm. The disciples need to eat and wear clothes. Where can we stay? Your Excellency?"

"The sect is passed down from generation to generation. Where the people are, the sect is there."

"Oh, that's good. It's a pity that mine can't be passed down from generation to generation. Otherwise, I would have traveled with my sons. How could I have fallen to such a state..."

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