The fairy is fierce

Boom

At noon, the clouds above were as black as ink, and the sound of thunder echoed in my ears, but I could not see any lightning when I looked up.

The raindrops as big as soybeans, wrapped in the strong wind, hit the big boats moored on the shore with the huge waves, making crackling sounds. The uneven market buildings could not see the edge in the rain and fog. People on the street, regardless of their status, held oil-paper umbrellas in their hands and walked quickly in the rain.

In the shops, men, women, old and young, who were about to travel or had just returned, sat in groups around the tea table, or stood alone under the eaves and looked around. Occasionally, you could see young women in cool clothes walking through the doors of the shops, their curvy figures attracting the silent glances of passers-by. Of course, there were also some young Taoist priests with strict family education, who were caught by their accompanying teachers for not looking around, and were scolded by their ears:

"What are you staring at?"

"Ah... this rain is so white, no, it's so heavy..."

"Really? If you like it so much and don't go out for half an hour, you're probably sorry for the good weather..."

The scene of the young Taoist priest being kicked in the butt and kicked in the door attracted a burst of laughter, and also attracted a glance back from the beautiful woman.

On the street, a swordsman in black with two swords hanging on his waist, holding an oil-paper umbrella that was shaking constantly due to the heavy rain, saw this scene from afar and said:

"Laojun has practiced for three lifetimes, just to get you to look back once in this life. That little Taoist priest has the Tao in his heart, and he will achieve a lot in the future."

A half step behind him, a round-faced girl dressed as a female warrior, carrying an iron pipa on her back and a peach blossom umbrella on her shoulders, said in a very sweet voice:

"How did Mr. Zuo see it?"

"Eyes."

"Alas... Mr. Zuo is not only at the level of an ancestor now, but his words and deeds are also like the ancestor of the mountain top."

"Really?"

"Yes, you are so pretentious. You can just say that the little Taoist priest has a lustful heart and has taken a fancy to the little fairy in front, and that's it."

The swordsman in black robe raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. His smile was very lethal, attracting several mature female cultivators passing by on the street to look at him sideways, revealing a bit of possessiveness in their eyes that people did not resist.

The black-robed swordsman noticed something and put away his smile.

The round-faced girl had long been accustomed to such scenes. Like a close brother, she said slyly:

"Mr. Zuo, those big sisters are looking at you. I think if you beckoned with them, you could have a good story of a fleeting love affair. Why are you so cold and ignoring them? I remember that you are quite lustful and like big sisters with good taste the most."

The black-robed swordsman smiled and did not respond.

"Are you afraid that Sister Shangguan and the others will see you? Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you."

"Do I look like someone who is afraid of his wife?"

"Yes."

"..."

The black-robed swordsman shrugged slightly, indicating that he knew you were still saying these things, and he was probably hoping that I would die young.

...

The last time he went home for the New Year, after the Lantern Festival, Zuo Lingquan said goodbye to his parents and set off again on the long road of cultivation.

This time he might be away for a longer time, and Mrs. Zuo was particularly reluctant to let him go.

Before leaving, Madam Zuo not only talked to several daughters-in-law for a long time, but also did not let go of Miss Yingying, who she had been thinking about. She also privately told Zuo Lingquan to work harder and not miss it. If one of them was missing next time, she would not recognize her son who failed to live up to his expectations.

Zuo Lingquan did not want to disappoint his mother, but this goal was really scary. He could only nod and promise that there would be one less person next time he went home. As for what kind of relationship he would have by then, it would all depend on God's will.

After leaving Qinghe County, Zuo Lingquan went to the barren mountain without stopping. With the recommendation letter from the ancestor, he entered the Divine Fire Cave Heaven where his fifth brother Zuo Yunting had practiced.

Even if the natural materials and treasures were complete and there was no danger, the process of retreating to the realm was quite long and boring.

Zuo Lingquan entered the cave to retreat, and in the order of fire, earth, and gold, he refined his life, passed the tribulation, stabilized his body, and then refined his life... It took him more than a year to do it without leaving the house.

Although the time was a bit long, the concept of time passing was very vague when he was in seclusion and lost himself. For Zuo Lingquan, it was just a matter of closing his eyes and opening them. Several girls were all practitioners. They had also been in seclusion in the Divine Fire Cave these days. They had just come out of seclusion a few days ago, and their feelings were almost the same.

In order to keep up with the pace, Jiang Yi worked very hard. In addition, she had been in seclusion for half a year before. Now she has entered the first level of Youhuang and become a real fairy.

Qingwan relied on the peach core containing the power of the Azure Dragon. Her speed was not slow either, but she had to learn medical skills and techniques at the same time, and could not just rush to the realm. She was currently on par with Jiang Yi.

The one who had the greatest improvement was Lingye.

Lingye used to be the top Qingkui of the Nine Sects. His comprehension was not inferior to Zuo Lingquan, and his special talents were even better than Zuo Lingquan. Without any mental problems, his cultivation speed was terrifying. He first refined the Dragon King Water Essence, the Azure Dragon Peach Core, the Phoenix Fire, etc., and upgraded all his natal objects to a higher level. He then passed the great heavenly tribulation of the Jade Level Realm and became a real Jade Level Immortal Venerable.

Relying on the Five Gods' gift of natality and his overbearing talent that was the best among the Nine Sects, Lingye became the strongest sorcerer of the same level in Yuyaozhou without any surprise. The movement of his passing the tribulation made several lords of the Nine Sects ashamed, and they even privately discussed that Lord Wanghai, who also played magic, might have to give up his position in the near future.

Tang Jingyan was a bit lame. He practiced Buddhism and wealth was in the hands of heaven. He had no place to start. Rather than saying that he was in seclusion these days, it was better to say that he was sleeping with a dumpling in his arms. His realm had not moved at all.

As for Xie Qiutao, he has already reached the first level of Youhuang, and his talents are not bad. He borrowed a few heavenly materials and earthly treasures to refine them, and now he is only a small level behind Zuo Lingquan.

The practice of "Netherworld Realm" is just as the name implies.

A monk who has reached this level is like being trapped in a dark bamboo forest, with no idea when he can get out. The 'bamboos' that block his vision are those traceless natal objects.

Zuo Lingquan's Fuyuan is tyrannical. He found all his life objects by half-eating. Reaching the pinnacle of Youhuang is just a matter of refining and overcoming tribulations. It is not difficult, but if you want to reach the level and become a famous mountain old man in Kyushu, Ancestor, but not so easy.

To reach the Jade level at the peak of Youhuang, you only need to be able to withstand the thunder tribulation if you are of the Five Elements natal level.

Lingye relied on his master and the man's wool to collect the five gods' natal soil. Although the grade of Zhongzhou's antlers was inferior to the other four, it was easy to withstand the thunder tribulation. In the future, he only needed to find a way to raise the natal soil.

But Zuo Lingquan is not the case. He has refined the Five Elements' natal sword, but the Five Elements' soil is a weak link. The natal sword is even more exaggerated. Rather than being his natal sword, it is better to say that he is the sword's frame, which does not offend him at all.

Forcibly surviving the great thunder tribulation without the help of the natal sword and the Five Elements' soil has shortcomings is not much different from committing suicide. It is still far away when we can truly set foot on the 'white jade long steps' leading to the top of the mountain.

The same is true for Xie Qiutao, who has reached the peak of Youhuang, but the level of his natal item is not enough. He is afraid of being struck by lightning and does not dare to survive the disaster. He has to slowly warm up the level of his natal item.

After reaching this realm, Zuo Lingquan finally understood why there were so many "half-step jade steps" in the world, but only a handful of jade-step immortals. The last half step was too harsh, enough to wipe out all the people who were just trying to make a fool of themselves.

After a period of seclusion and hard training, he exhausted all his past accumulation and reached a bottleneck that was difficult to break through. Zuo Lingquan set off again to Juejian Cliff to find a way to open the seal of the 'World's Strongest Half-Step Jade Step'. →

Juejian Cliff is located in Huajunzhou, which is very far away. Zuo Lingquan's plan is to go there with his wife, to practice cultivation and see the local customs outside.

But when Lingye talked about this with his ancestor, his ancestor rejected the proposal. The meaning was simple. Traveling is not about romance. Traveling thousands of miles alone and facing all kinds of dangers is called cultivation. If you are attached to the gentle hometown, just be an idle man. go out.

In addition, the ancestor also warned that if Zuo Lingquan goes out, he should not embarrass the Jiu Sect, and he should adhere to her style of conduct and use the most domineering attitude to let the immortal family in Jiuzhou land hear his words for the first time. When you name someone, you will understand who will be the talker of this world thousands of years later.

This trip is not only a tour, but also a prestige for the immortal family in the world.

Zuo Lingquan knew that his ancestor was right and could not refuse, so he and Lingye could only act separately. In front of him were only his guide Xie Qiutao and Jingxun who was going outside to find a way to break through.

At this time, when they arrived at the market in Dengchaogang, Xie Qiutao said that Zuo Lingquan's speech and behavior were a bit mature because he followed the teachings of his ancestors and should not be too frivolous, lest he look like a young man who had just arrived.

In early summer, a typhoon blew up in Dengchao Port on the coast. Even though the market had a formation to remove most of the power of the sky, the market still had strong winds and heavy rain.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao chatted softly and walked to the teahouse where the young Taoist priest was kicked out.

The teahouse sells Xianjia tea, a pot with white jade beads, which is of high quality and low price. However, since a practitioner can sit on a long stool for a month, there is no need to refill the cup.

At this time, the teahouse was already full of guests, all of whom were mountaineers taking shelter from the rain and boarding boats. They were dressed in various styles, including military uniforms, brocade robes, Taoist robes, literary robes, Ruskirts, etc. There was even a woman wearing a low-cut skirt sitting at the window. The naughty nun.

The folk customs of Jiuzong are conservative and they don't have such frivolous attire. It seems that they are monks from outside, and they are flirting with the little Taoist priest who is standing outside.

On a table in the corner of the teahouse, Tang Jingxuan was dressed as a worldly wine girl. She was not very bright when going out. She was secretly looking at the naughty female cultivator. It seemed that she wanted to scold him for not seducing children, but he was afraid of it outside. It's hard to speak up if you cause trouble.

Zuo Lingquan stepped onto the steps of the teahouse and found that the little Taoist priest, who was soaked in water, was not seduced by the hooves of the window. He kept looking at the back of the woman at the end of the street. He thought for a while and said:

"Practitioners must follow their true intentions. If you hesitate and miss something for a moment, it may become a lifelong knot. You have to think clearly."

The young Taoist priest is about fifteen or sixteen, has not yet bloomed and looks very tender.

After listening to Zuo Lingquan's words, the little Taoist priest seemed to have some understanding. After looking back at the master drinking tea inside, he mustered up his courage and strode towards the good-looking female cultivator at the end of the street, saying loudly:

"Fairy stay!"

The woman looked back again: "Huh?"

"What about that? I see that Fairy's badge is that he is a disciple of Yunfu Mountain. We Ninth Sect monks adhere to the right path and pay attention to solemn and tidy clothes, especially when we go out. How can Fairy, as a Ninth Sect monk, dress like a witch from outside? Same? If the skirt goes down a little bit, your buttocks will be exposed. Isn’t this embarrassing for your ancestors..."

"...!"

The streets were silent.

The expressions of the woman who was stopped and the naughty female cultivator at the window froze.

Zuo Lingquan's face was calm, but he couldn't help but said in his heart: Damn! Are you out of your mind?

Xie Qiutao's eyes widened with shock. He looked at Zuo Lingquan, who was admonishing the junior with the Immortal Wind Taoist Bones next to him, and murmured in a low voice:

"I have practiced hard in front of Laojun's statue for three lives, just to look back at you once in this life, tsk tsk... the immortal's eyes are so accurate."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan had already had his first glimpse of the way of the soul, and he must have seen the amazement in the little Taoist priest's eyes just now. I just didn't expect that this little stinky little bastard would use such a fresh and refined way of picking up conversations.

As the saying goes, 'You can forgive the evil you do by God, but you can't live if you do it yourself'. Zuo Lingquan didn't bother to care about what happened to this little bastard in the future, but his heart knotted up and he slowly entered the teahouse.

Many monks in the teahouse were holding back their laughter and watching the excitement.

As the master, the old Taoist priest took a sip of his tea cup and said, "I don't know this idiot, don't look at me as a poor Taoist." Looking at the attire of the master and the disciple, the master's inheritance was related to Fulong Mountain.

Zuo Lingquan caused his apprentice to be chased and beaten by the fairy with an umbrella. It was difficult to talk to him, so he directly came to sit in front of Jingxun.

Tang Jingxuan looked out the window with great interest and whispered:

"Xiao Zuo, this little Taoist master is so brave. He said all the things I didn't dare to say. He will definitely become a great person in the future."

"Yes, Miss Xie was shocked."

"By the way, how are you going to find the ship and inquire about it?"

"Alas, the two ferries that have gone out to sea recently only allow spirit animals to stay in the animal pens at the bottom of the ship. They cannot be brought into the ship building, and no exceptions can be made even if they are given money."

"grumble?"

Under the table, Tuanzi, who was sleeping on Tang Jingxuan's legs, poked out his furry little head, his eyes aggrieved, and the meaning was obvious. How could a bird live in an animal pen?

But when you go out, you have to act stupid, and Tuanzi immediately shrinks back.

Tang Jingxuan regarded Tuanzi as his daughter and had been sailing for at least a few months. How could he have the heart to throw Tuanzi into an animal pen and lock him up? He said worriedly:

"How about letting it go back?"

Tuanzi shook his head quickly.

Zuo Lingquan was not sure whether Tuanzi could go out to sea. Even if he couldn't, he would just let it fly back when the time came. It would be better to take it with him. He thought for a while:

"I'll go find out more later."

The little dragon turtle in Xie Qiutao's arms had to be handed over to the ferry for safekeeping. He felt uneasy and thought about it:

"I heard that you can take spiritual beasts with you. I've seen them on the ship before. I guess we haven't found a way?"

The three of them were chatting in the teahouse. The conversation was not private and they did not lower their words.

The old Taoist priest sitting at the next table noticed Zuo Lingquan because he encouraged his apprentice to flirt with girls, so he casually said:

"Cross-sea ferries are prone to encounter demons and sea beasts. Allowing spirit beasts to run around will increase the risk. If you want to take it with you, you must have the guarantee of a famous immortal family. You can go and ask directly, but of course it won't work."

Zuo Lingquan traveled as a casual cultivator, so his whereabouts and conduct were not exposed. Hearing the words, he turned around:

"To put it bluntly, the ferry is a business. If the Sword Emperor from Sword Emperor City comes here and treats me and other casual cultivators the same, wouldn't it offend people? I wonder if there are any exceptions on the ferry?"

The old Taoist priest looked ordinary and did not have the aura of immortality, but Zuo Lingquan could not judge the other party's realm, and his Taoist behavior should not be low. He smiled and said:

"Lord Sword Emperor, you are willing to take the boat to give Wanghailou face, so he is not included in this list. As for us ordinary people, there are exceptions, but the price is not low. When I was young, I once brought a small carp on the boat to find What I received was the tribute from the ferry, the incense money of three hundred white jade beads, and the residence of the first-named ferry boat. The journey on the ferry is so painful that I still feel pain."

Zuo Lingquan didn't show any surprise, he just nodded and said:

"Thank you, old Taoist Priest, for your advice. I'll go take a look later."

While talking, the little Taoist priest who was chased and beaten when he went out to flirt with a girl came back, looking back three times at a time.

The old Taoist priest sighed, feeling a little unlucky for his family. He ignored his apprentice and asked:

"My little friend is very handsome. Judging by his attire, he is a swordsman from Sword Imperial City."

Dengchao Port is the main port of Yuyaozhou, and monks from all over Kyushu can be seen, and they can be roughly distinguished from their attire styles.

Zuo Lingquan was wearing a black robe with a "pig head and human body" hanging on his waist. There was no special decoration, but there were two swords hanging on his waist, which was a bit different from human beings.

Normal martial arts cultivators will only carry one sword with them. Sword cultivators who have refined the natal sword also carry the concubine sword with them and hide the natal sword in the Qi Mansion. Outsiders can only see one sword and can carry two. The sword was hanging around everywhere. From the outsiders' eyes, only Zhongzhou sword cultivators with prosperous kendo would do such a unique thing.

Zuo Lingquan also wanted to hide his natal sword in his body, but he used the concubine's "Xuanming Sword". They were both small horses and carts, and were carried away by the sword, not to mention the other cold wife, Batu If you can't pull it out, how can you put it in and out freely?

Facing the old Taoist priest's inquiry, Zuo Lingquan responded with a smile:

"If you can't be a swordsman, just bring an extra one as a backup."

"Looking at Xiao's magnanimity, I'm afraid he's not far behind if he's not a swordsman. Are you going to Luo Jian Mountain to join in the fun?"

Zuo Lingquan had just left seclusion and knew nothing about Hua Junzhou. Xie Qiutao next to him answered:

"What? Is Luojian Mountain starting to stir up trouble again? This time is it to invite all the heroes to compete for swordsmanship, or is it to compete in martial arts to recruit a daughter to marry?"

Seeing that Zuo Lingquan didn't understand, Xie Qiutao turned around and explained:

"Luojian Mountain is an old sect in Huajun Continent. It used to be very majestic. It was said to stand side by side with the two heroes of Juejianya. But one time, it was too arrogant and was struck by ancestor Huang Chao's sword. It really turned into 'Luojian Mountain'. "Shan' was in ruins. Sword cultivators only regarded themselves as number one, and Luo Jian Shan was reduced to a second-rate sect. Naturally, it lost its reputation, so it often did tricks to make its own sect popular."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled: "Girl, you are very knowledgeable, but Luojian Mountain is in trouble again. It is also an old-school immortal family in Huajunzhou. Its scale is no smaller than the ones behind Jiuzong. To describe it as 'second-rate' is too much.

"This time it's not Luo Jian Shan's tricks. About two years ago, a young sword cultivator from Sword Imperial City went there to learn swordsmanship. He fought three games according to the rules. He won the first two games and slapped Luo Jian Shan hard in the face. , forced the young master of Luojian Mountain to come out. As expected, Luojian Mountain won, but the young master was not clean and said, "Dongzhou swordsmanship is just a heretic. Seeing that you have good talent, you are willing to join me." Luo Jian Shan?"

"So arrogant?"

Xie Qiutao looked at Zuo Lingquan with surprise in his eyes.

Zuo Lingquan had no expression, just wondering where he had heard of this.

The old Taoist sighed: "It is indeed arrogant and despises Yizhou swordsmanship. I am afraid that Huang Chao's ancestors would not say this. After we heard about it, many young swordsmen came to ask for explanations in the past two years. It is a pity that even the third Can’t pass a single level.”

Zuo Lingquan asked: "Didn't the Ten Sword Emperors send anyone there?"

"According to the style of Sword Imperial City, whoever loses someone has to pick it up by himself, and no one else will interfere."

When the old Taoist said this, he lowered his voice and said:

"And now Luojian Mountain is arrogant, and others are watching it. If Sword Emperor City sends people to defeat again, the saying that 'Dongzhou Swordsmanship is a heretic' will be confirmed. Not to mention outsiders, Jingting Terrace and Yunshuijian Tandu has to call them motherfuckers.”

Zuo Lingquan suddenly understood, nodded and smiled, and after chatting for a few words, asked:

"Taoist Master is also going to Huajunzhou?"

The old Taoist looked at the little Taoist priest who was soaked in the rain outside: "I'm going to the Taoist ancestral home to offer incense to my ancestor, and by the way, see if I can use some connections to let that idiot outside stay there to practice. I can't teach you the old Taoism. If you continue to struggle, if you don't get angry to death, your life will be shortened by several decades..."

"Looks like I'm on my way. I'm going to Zuo Ci. I hope the Taoist priest will take care of me on the way."

"Hey, what are you talking about? If Zuo Xiaoyou doesn't mind, just call me Wu Laodao..."

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