The fairy is fierce

swish swish...

The window was illuminated by the white morning light. Not long after the sound stopped, the warmth and faint fragrance still lingered in the boudoir.

The curtain opened like a wave of water, revealing two figures.

Zuo Lingquan lay flat on the pillow, his smile still lingering. The open book was placed in front of the pillow, and there was a folded handkerchief next to it.

Xie Qiutao, with her bare back covered in snow, lay on Zuo Lingquan's chest like a cat, with a sweet smile on her face. She was sleeping a little deeply, her eyes were moving slightly, and she was probably dreaming.

Zuo Lingquan knew that Qiu Tao was exhausted, so he naturally did not wake her up. He just lay quietly, pulled up the thin quilt, played with the little jade turtle in his hand, and recalled his experiences over the years since he met Qiu Tao.

Originally, this warm atmosphere would last for a long time until Qiu Tao woke up.

But there were more than two people in the house. As soon as it got dark, the sound of wings was heard outside the window, landed on the windowsill, and then began:

Boom, boom...

The sound of tapping the window with small paws is not as fast and powerful as usual. It sounds like a little monk who has not woken up, got up and knocked on the wooden fish, and fell asleep after knocking.

"Hmm~..."

Qiutao, who was sleeping soundly on her chest, fluttered her eyelashes slightly, snorted slightly, then suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head up, and looked around.

With a smile on his face, Zuo Lingquan said softly: "Don't get excited, have a good rest, I'll go feed the dumplings."

"It's over, it's over..."

Xie Qiutao didn't listen at all. Like a little girl who was late for class, she hurriedly put on her bellyband:

"I promised to accompany Senior Sister Qiu to get up early and feed the turtles, but I completely forgot about it..."

Zuo Lingquan sat up, helped Qiu Tao tie the lace behind her back, shook her head and said:

"The genius has just dawned. It's early. There's no need to be in such a hurry."

Xie Qiutao took a closer look at the sky and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, it was still embarrassing for Senior Sister Qiu to know that she secretly had a sweet time with Zuo Lingquan in the house behind Senior Sister Qiu's back. She quickly put on her clothes:

"Don't talk nonsense. Senior Sister Qiu will definitely laugh at me if she knows that I eat alone. Hmm... get up quickly and say that we are practicing at night."

This is not the same as not saying anything...

Zuo Lingquan nodded with a smile, got up and put on his clothes, still worried that Qiu Tao would not be able to stand firmly.

As a result, Qiutao's body was really strong. She didn't want to move just now, but now she had nothing to do. She quickly packed up the house and ran out of the room like a gust of wind.

Zuo Lingquan sighed softly, followed him out of the door, picked up the sleeping dumpling lying on the window sill, and kept up with the pace.

The continuous spring rain nourishes all things with no sign of stopping. The pavilions and pavilions by Xuanwu Lake are hidden in the rain and mist, looming like an ink painting drawn with a plain brush.

Miss Qiu was wearing a white dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing quietly by the lake, looking down at several naive little turtles on the lake shore.

Mei Jinshui and Cui Yingying drank heavily together all night without Zuo Lingquan, and they haven't left yet.

At this time, the master and the apprentice were sitting on the terrace of a nearby pavilion facing the lake, setting up a painting table. Mei Jinshui was painting the beautiful scenery of the Spring River, while Cui Yingying was playing the piano nearby to cheer up. If they were not both drunk, It looks a bit lazy, but the scene can be said to be very beautiful.

Miss Qiu, like Zuo Lingquan, has focused on swordsmanship and cultivation since childhood, and has not heard anything outside the window; in other words, she does not have much free time to study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is not very proficient in it.

In addition, there was a big age difference between her and Mei Jinshui's master and apprentice, so it was not easy for Miss Qiu to get together and have fun together, so she quietly waited by the lake for Qiu Tao, who had disappeared all night, to come over.

Although Miss Qiu is pure, she is someone who has been through it all. Zuo Lingquan did not sneak into her bed last night; Sister Yingying drank heavily all night and was not with Zuo Lingquan. She already understood what happened. What.

After all, she didn't believe that Zuo Lingquan could sleep alone at night. If he didn't bully her and sister Yingying, he must be bullying other girls.

Miss Qiu was naturally not jealous about this, she just sighed in her heart, Qiu Tao finally thought about it, if Qiu Tao continued to be coy, Yunzhi might even start to nurse the child, while Qiu Tao was still setting off firecrackers outside.

Not long after waiting by the lake, trotting footsteps sounded from behind.

Tap tap tap——

Miss Qiu looked back and saw Xie Qiutao running out of the house holding a small skirt. When he saw her, he quickly slowed down and pretended that nothing had happened, and said hello with a smile:

"Sister Qiu, good morning~"

Behind him, Zuo Lingquan, dressed in a white robe, followed slowly, carrying the sleeping dumplings on his shoulders.

Miss Qiu glanced at Zuo Lingquan with a slightly strange expression. She walked to Qiutao and covered her head with an umbrella:

"Morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Uh..." Xie Qiutao's face turned a little red and she raised her hair on her temples: "Why are you sleeping? I was practicing last night..."

Miss Qiu was ignorant, so when she saw that Qiu Tao still wanted to fool her, she didn't say much. She flipped her wrist and took out a small red purse from her sleeve, and put it in Qiu Tao's hand:

"That."

"Huh?" Xie Qiutao was slightly puzzled. He opened his wallet and looked at it, only to see that there was fairy money inside:

"Senior Sister Qiu, why did you give me money?"

"It's a red envelope. It's time to get married. As a sister, it's appropriate for me to congratulate you."

? !

Xie Qiutao's face suddenly turned red. Seeing that Senior Sister Qiu had guessed it, she couldn't fool her anymore, so she could only adopt the ostrich strategy, lowered her head and said:

"Oh, what are you talking about, Senior Sister Qiu... Let's feed them quickly, the little turtles are starving."

Then he got under the umbrella, ran to the lake, and started feeding.

Tuanzi, who was squatting on Zuo Lingquan's shoulder, woke up immediately when he heard the word "feeding" and flew to Qiutao in a whoosh.

Zuo Lingquan came forward with smiles in his eyes, wanting to joke with the two girls; but Guagua was too shy to get close to him in broad daylight; Qiu Tao was the first to taste the forbidden fruit, and it was even worse to be with Guagua. Playing with him as brothers.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't get in, so he could only stand by the lake and watch the two girls, carrying a basket of dried fish, feeding the little turtles that were waiting for food.

Tuanzi was very well-behaved at this time, not being naughty, but diligently helping the two of them feed the turtles; but the feeding method was that he ate three small dried fish from the food box, fed one small turtle, and plucked the fur from the wild goose. , the style of leaving the skin of an animal, quite a bit of Lingye's charm.

There are many spirit turtles raised in Xuanwu Lake, but the older ones can find their own food, and there are only a hundred or so turtle hatchlings that need to be fed and cared for.

After feeding them, Zuo Lingquan and Qiu Tao paid a visit to Xie Wen and his wife, and then went out with the four girls to rebuild Huangliang Blessed Land.

The Huangliang Blessed Land can help monks survive the tribulations of the world of mortals. It is a training place that is hard to find. However, the management of the Supervisor Temple is too poor, and the blessed land has been transformed into a deformed shape for the benefit of the sect. Now that it is being rebuilt, Zuo Lingquan will naturally no longer hand over the Huangliang blessed land to the hands of the Supervisor Temple. Instead, he will place it near Tiandi City as a public cultivation resource for Kui Bingzhou and hand it over to his second uncle Wu Zunyi.

Wu Zunyi's Taoism is not very high in the spiritual realm to be honest, but his ability is obvious to all, and his prestige is not inferior to that of Shang Yin. Monk Kui Bingzhou naturally has no objection to this, but the Temple of the Supervisor is a bit painful. But his arms couldn't twist his thighs, and he could occupy some share as one of the elders. Demon Sword Gu Chen was satisfied and couldn't say anything.

The location of the new Huangliang Blessed Land is located in the Songshan area, thousands of miles south of Tiandi City. Before Zuo Lingquan came over, Tiandi City had already begun preparations.

The last time the 'server' was taken away from the roots, monk Kui Bingzhou, who had no choice but to end the retreat early, rushed over after receiving the news and waited near Songshan.

The ‘Taixu Ancient Vine’ is the key to the dream of Huangliang Blessed Land, but if it is to be lifelike and difficult to distinguish between true and false, tens of thousands of people must enter the dream at the same time and weave the dream together based on their past experiences. Only then can the dream world be indistinguishable from reality.

Zuo Lingquan and four women came to the cave built underground in Songshan Mountain. Zhang Hui and Lei Hongliang had been waiting for a long time and hurriedly showed up to greet them.

Zuo Lingquan and Lei Hongliang had a fight, and they were acquainted, but not very familiar. After a few words of conversation, they started to plant fairy vines.

Cui Yingying planted the Teng seedlings she had prepared in the five-color soil of the altar, and the key step was naturally done by Mei Jinshui, who controlled the power of the blue dragon.

With the power of Mei Jinshui's growth and rejuvenation, in just a few quarters of an hour, the tender seedlings became tall and tall, with vines bearing small yellow flowers covering the entire ground, and their roots spread out for dozens of miles.

Zuo Lingquan didn't know much about flowers and plants. With Mei Jinshui in charge, he naturally wouldn't be able to do anything in the class. I was bored waiting in the back, so I got a stone tablet, placed it outside the five-color altar, and carved it with sword energy:

'Mei Jinshui, Cui Yingying, Xie Qiutao, Qiu Youyou, Zuo Lingquan, planted their hands here...'.

When Tuanzi saw that his name was not there, he immediately became unhappy and flew to the stone tablet to pose like a phoenix spreading its wings:

"Chi chi chi..."

Zuo Lingquan naturally would not forget Tuantuan, and carved a round statue on the top of the stone tablet.

Mei Jinshui turned around and found the stone tablet. She felt that just leaving a name was too monotonous and had no meaning, so she used her finger behind it and added another sentence:

In reality, there is no need to survive this calamity if there are no regrets. It is not too late to turn back if one feels guilty.

Zuo Lingquan stood in front of him, watching Mei Jinshui write these two words of warning to the younger generation. After thinking about it for a while, he originally wanted to compose a poem, but after holding it in for a long time, he could only hold back one sentence:

"Very good."

Mei Jinshui put away her fingertips and looked back at Zuo Lingquan with a hint of teasing in her eyes:

"On an occasion where a name will last forever, it's no big deal if you don't have enough money. Since you have left your name, you must leave a few words of advice for future generations to remember, don't you think?"

Zuo Lingquan was a little embarrassed, shook his head and said: "I am a swordsman, not a scholar. What can I do if I sharpen my gun in battle? Otherwise, let's leave it like this.

Mei Jinshui felt that Zuo Lingquan had been squeezed out by her, and she wanted to give up, but after thinking about it, she came closer and said with a smile:

"You can't get excited without winning, right? Don't you want to see 'The Hairless Tiger'? If you can come up with a poem that fits the current mood within three times, I'll let you take a look. Start counting. , one, two..."

? !

Zuo Lingquan was shocked.

Mei Jinshui's move was more to tease Zuo Lingquan and give it a try. He didn't think that Zuo Lingquan, who had racked his brains yesterday, could really come up with a song that suited his artistic conception in such a short period of time. Poetry, let her give it away in the gutter.

But unfortunately, Mei Jinshui still underestimated the driving force of the color embryo.

Mei Jinshui counted quickly, but before the word 'three' came out of her mouth, she found Zuo Lingquan who was shocked and didn't even think about it. He directly raised his hand and said:

"Wait, I thought of it!"

? !

Mei Jinshui's teasing expression froze, a little unbelievable:

"So fast? What did you think of?"

Zuo Lingquan actually didn't think of anything. He just stopped the timer to buy time for his brain, which had instantly increased its power consumption to the extreme.

This kind of secret cheating must not be discovered by Shui'er.

Zuo Lingquan coughed lightly, pretending to be confident, and glanced at Mei Jinshui meaningfully, indicating - you asked for this.

Then he walked slowly to the stone tablet, lifted up his sleeves, took a breath, and prepared to start carving.

After this set of smooth and time-delaying movements, it was estimated that more than a dozen sounds had passed, and my brain, which was almost smoking, under the terrifying driving force of the 'hairless tiger', just dug out a song from the depths of my soul. It’s a poem that’s not unfamiliar to me, but I never thought of it before.

There was something wrong in Mei Jinshui's eyes, and she was a little afraid that she was being played into, but now she regretted it. Zuo Lingquan would definitely stop writing, and she felt even more regretful.

Between the shame and the itching, Mei Jinshui felt that the former was more acceptable, so she didn't change her tune and stood aside to watch Zuo Lingquan carve the words.

Zuo Lingquan pretended to be a master and carved on the stone tablet: I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.

This song "Golden Thread Clothes" warns future generations not to aim too high and live in the present. It can be said that it is very suitable to warn the monks who are going through the "tribulation of the mortal world" in Huangliang Blessed Land. By the way, it also shows Shui'er's three-point desire. Flower's possessiveness.

Mei Jinshui's eyes were astonished. If she hadn't known that Zuo Lingquan was not a good poet, she would have thought that Zuo Lingquan had written this poem on the spot with extremely practical meaning.

After Zuo Lingquan finished writing "Liu Shui", he looked back and smiled as if he were a "descendant of Li Du":

"Meixianjun, how are you?"

"..."

Mei Jinshui blinked. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still responded truthfully:

"Perfect."

Zuo Lingquan nodded and moved closer:

"The lottery..."

Mei Jinshui's eyes were a little complicated, but he could afford to lose. After a moment of hesitation, he said calmly:

"I'll cash it in when I go back. I agreed in advance that I can only look at it and don't touch it."

Zuo Lingquan has always been a 'gentleman who talks but never uses his hands', so he nodded sincerely:

"Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow. If I take action, I will recite ten poems for you."

Ten songs? !

Mei Jinshui blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes. Faced with this shockingly tempting oath, she actually wanted to touch Zuo Lingquan without keeping his word.

Under the trend of 'weakness', Mei Jinshui hesitated for only a moment and nodded slightly:

"It's a deal. You must do it, so you'd better prepare ten poems. If you can't fulfill it..."

Zuo Lingquan promised: "Don't worry, I will never do anything."

Mei Jinshui was a little tangled when he heard this assurance, but in the end he followed his will and showed a signature evil smile. The meaning was roughly - Shui'er has a hundred ways to make you unable to help yourself, so you'd better use it. Prepare the poems first!

Zuo Lingquan's plan was to speak directly, so naturally he was not afraid at all. He turned back to look at the three girls:

"Would you like to leave a few words?"

The three girls were cramming and couldn't hold back any good sentences. They were afraid that they would be "smeared for eternity", so they didn't write any inscriptions.

The dumplings who were watching the fun nearby were very excited. They landed in front of the stone tablet and pondered for a long time. They looked at Zuo Lingquan and said something like:

Niaoniao said, you write.

Zuo Lingquan was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He came to him and raised his finger.

The dumpling fell on Zuo Lingquan's shoulder, he shook his head and said:

"Chiji..."

Zuo Lingquan listened for a moment, nodded slightly, and solemnly carved on the stone tablet:

Chi Chi, chi chi chi chi chi, chi chi...

? !

What the hell?

The four girls behind them all had strange looks in their eyes, and they felt that either of them might be seriously ill.

But Zuo Lingquan was still focused and carving very seriously.

Tuanzi was also satisfied and didn't think there was any problem with it.

After all, this is the same as the 'Wordless Heavenly Book'. The great principles left by the gods are meant for mortal beings to comprehend. To put it bluntly, it would cost the gods too much...

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thunderbolt--

A spring thunder appeared between heaven and earth, and heavy rain fell from the sky. Raindrops as big as soybeans hit the roof of the old house with a crackling sound.

It was raining heavily outside, and it was raining lightly inside the house at the same time.

The young man in linen clothes huddled on the thatched bed, shivering.

As a thunder struck, the young man suddenly turned over, with beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, looking to the left and right, his eyes a little dazed.

My name is Liu Dazhuang... Bah——

Zuo Lingquan's head was full of black lines. After sweeping away the messy false memories in his mind, he stood up and opened the door.

Squeak——

Bang!

Just like in the memory, the two old gates fell directly into the courtyard dam and were opened completely.

Zuo Lingquan looked at the heavy rain and spring thunder outside the door, and nodded slightly, feeling that the reconstructed Huangliang dream was very realistic and could be confused with the real one.

In order to allow the monks who had spent several years to survive the tribulation of mortal world to "renew their destiny", the new Huangliang Blessed Land was re-established based on the memories of more than ten thousand monks.

However, there was no need to 'steal martial arts'. He and Mei Jinshui worked together to adjust the structure of the dream, greatly weakening the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, and strengthening the market atmosphere of 'firewood, rice, oil and salt', so that the monks could really live here and live an ordinary but absolute life. An extraordinary life.

Because of the need to retain the previous information, most of the people in the dream were there, but the basic structure was completely changed. The original famous family was changed to the ordinary three religions and nine streams. For example, the 'Baidao Village' outside the city became one with dozens of escorts. The little escort agency; everyone's goal has also changed from seeking the pinnacle of martial arts to becoming a mortal's "family is short of family, fame and wealth".

After Zuo Lingquan looked around under the eaves, he took out a bamboo hat and put it on his head. He walked into the rain curtain and came to the bluestone alley outside to observe the situation outside.

There was smoke everywhere in the alley, there were no swordsmen anymore, there was just a pure market atmosphere.

Zuo Lingquan was thinking of going to the street to take a look, but he didn't expect that as soon as he took two steps, the courtyard door next to him opened, and a little fat man came out with a bun. His eyes lit up when he saw him:

"Da Zhuang? Why did you get up so early? Are you going to see Miss Huang again?"

Zuo Lingquan smiled knowingly, followed the Romans, shook his head and said:

"Yes, I heard that Miss Huang is going shopping today, let's go and have a look."

"Hey, stop dreaming. You can't eat even if you see it. It's better to watch Widow Zhang take a bath. Let's take a walk and let's go together..."

"Forget it, just go and see it."

"I can't climb the wall, I'll let you look first..."

…

After a brief negotiation, Zuo Lingquan finally kept his faith and did not go to see the widow take a bath. He walked out of the alley alone and came to the street with two hot buns.

Soon, a small sedan came from the entrance of the town in the rain. The scholarly lady in her twenties lifted the curtain, revealing her plump cheeks.

"Stop. That's it. You go back first."

"Okay ma'am."

The servants carried the sedan chair and left.

The little girl wearing a skirt opened an oil-paper umbrella. After looking around a few times, she trotted over with her skirt in hand. She began to look Zuo Lingquan up and down from a distance:

"Liu Dazhuang, why are you still looking like this? You don't even know how to make yourself more handsome."

Zuo Lingquan walked under Miss Guagua's umbrella and said with a smile:

"You haven't changed either."

Miss Qiu returned to the dreamland again, feeling that she had become smaller and more lively. She held an umbrella for Zuo Lingquan and signaled to herself:

"I'm good-looking to begin with, but I don't look like you, not even half as handsome as I am..."

"A person depends on his clothes. Dressed like this, no matter how handsome you are, you will look like a fool."

Zuo Lingquan bumped Miss Qiu with his shoulder:

"What? Do you think your husband is not good-looking?"

"How can I dislike you? I wish you were a country boy, so my ancestors and the others would definitely look down on you..."

This was a bit jealous and she wanted to monopolize it. Miss Qiu noticed something was wrong and stopped saying it.

Zuo Lingquan raised his hand and pinched Miss Guagua's face:

"That's not necessarily the case. I don't rely on my face to make a living."

"cut……"

Miss Qiu quickly moved her cheek away to prevent Zuo Lingquan from pinching it.

As dream testers, the two wandered around the blessed land together, looking at the houses on the street to see if there was anything illogical. As I walked, I came to a restaurant in the center of the street and found a lot of people gathered outside.

Zuo Lingquan was a little confused, and after a little probing, he found that the crowd was saying:

"Ouch~ You were fine yesterday, why did you hang yourself today?"

"The shopkeeper and the store clerk hanged themselves together, as if they were committing suicide. It's really unheard of..."

…

Miss Qiu was confused and looked at Zuo Lingquan:

"What's going on?"

Zuo Lingquan also felt that this matter was a bit strange, and asked secretly in his mind. Mei Jinshui, who was adjusting his dream outside, after a while, said with a speechless face:

"It's Xu Yuanfeng from Tianying Castle. Last time he ran into Huangliang Paradise to steal his master. He hanged himself when he came out. The monks remembered the body and forgot to change it."

"Hang yourself? This man is really..."

Miss Qiu shook her head and ignored these minor intrusions. As the mortal eldest daughter, she continued to go shopping and have a private meeting with Zuo Lingquan.

After walking a little bit, Miss Qiu thought about it and sighed:

"Oh~ I used to really want to go back here and have a look, but now I suddenly realize that dreams are not interesting, but reality is more interesting."

Zuo Lingquan took Miss Qiu's hand and said with a smile:

"That's natural. In the dream before, I was Mr. Lingye, and you couldn't get what you asked for. The dream can satisfy the wish of 'I am a wild boy chasing you', so naturally I find the dream interesting. Now we are both together. , these imaginary things in dreams are not as fulfilling as reality.”

With their fingers intertwined, Miss Qiu was silent for a moment, feeling that what Zuo Lingquan said made sense.

If you can't get what you want during the day, you need to dream about it at night.

I was content during the day, and at night I would be having sex with my husband in different positions. Who has time to dream and play?

However, Miss Qiu seriously corrected Zuo Lingquan's words:

"Who is asking for something but not getting it? You are the one who pursues me. I don't like you because I am jealous of Lingye. If I had stayed in the barren mountain, what would happen to Lingye? As soon as you showed up, my ancestors I will take you back as my husband-in-law. Not to mention that I have to approve three wives and four concubines. From now on, all the children will have to have my last name..."

Zuo Lingquan was a little funny and looked at Guagua's mind:

"Guagua, don't let Lingye and the others hear what you said. Otherwise, if the baby is hungry in the future and they won't help you feed it, you will have to ask me to help intercede."

? ?

Miss Qiu didn't understand what she meant at first. She saw Zuo Lingquan looking at her breasts, then she came back to her senses, raised her hand and hit Zuo Lingquan on the shoulder, her eyebrows stood up:

"You deserve a spanking, don't you? Why can't I feed the baby? Even if I can't feed the baby, I still don't have Yunzhi, she's so big..."

"Yunzhi hasn't entered the house yet. A good cook can't feed a woman without milk."

"She is my maid. She should marry with me. You have seen her naked. Do you still want to be irresponsible?"

"Do I look like an irresponsible man? But that time was really an accident."

"You ran to the door to peek at me taking a bath and were caught by my mother. How dare you say it was an accident?"

"It must not be an accident. You took a bath openly..."

"Pfft! How can you be so shameless?"

The boy and girl walked along the street holding an umbrella.

The scene holding hands was like a young couple who had just fallen in love, but the topics they talked about were things that children could not listen to at all.

The two of them strolled in the garden, talking and laughing, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the rain and fog.

And the town that recorded the first love between the two slowly returned to peace as the world revived, and remained in the hearts of the two forever...