The fairy is fierce

It rained continuously all night.

During the day, ferocious beasts were raging, and several houses along the river bank collapsed. No one dared to live in the undamaged houses, causing darkness among the ruins.

Zuo Lingquan held his sword and silently walked through the alleyway, came to the side of the street where the beasts were raging during the day, and took a look behind the corner of the courtyard wall.

The bodies of the ferocious beasts and the policemen had been transported away, and there were still a lot of friction marks and some sticky animal blood on the ground.

A tall figure in black clothes, holding a black oil-paper umbrella, stood next to the beast's blood, looking down at it carefully in the dim light in the distance.

Zuo Lingquan observed from the side in the dark, it could be seen that this man was wearing a black military uniform with wrist guards, and the fabric was expensive and high-quality; his hands were clasped behind his waist, and he was holding a long sword with a black sheath, and the sheath was covered with clouds. The sword tassel is decorated with gold and jade, the shape is quite exquisite, and it looks valuable.

A rich kid who comes to explore in the middle of the night?

Zuo Lingquan relaxed his vigilance a little and squinted his eyes to observe carefully, trying to find out the truth and reality of the other party.

The light was too dark to see the face clearly, but based on the outline of the body, one could see that the person was on the thin side. His legs were long, tight and strong, and his leg skills were probably good. His waist was restrained by the belt, and he was relatively slender without any fat. His body skills were inevitable. Flexible; further up to the chest...

Such strong chest muscles!

? ?

Zuo Lingquan was stunned and looked down at himself. He had been practicing martial arts since he was three years old. In more than ten years, he had not developed his muscles to this extent. What kind of Kung Fu did he develop to develop chest muscles?

Chest broken?

When Zuo Lingquan was thinking, he didn't pay attention to the movement of lowering his head, which caused a slight friction sound of the fabric of his clothes.

Although the sound is small, it can be ignored on a rainy night.

But there had just been a ferocious beast here, and the men in black on the street had always maintained 100% vigilance.

At this moment, the sound of swords sounded in the rain, and the sword light burst out from the rainy night, pointing directly at the corner of the courtyard wall where Zuo Lingquan stood.

When the other party made a move, Zuo Lingquan knew something was wrong. He quickly showed his body, took two steps back and said:

"Wait, don't be impulsive."

Hearing the human voice, the man in black paused in his cautious movements, pointed his sword at Zuo Lingquan, observed it through the dim light of the fire, and said:

"Who are you?"

The voice was deliberately made thick and low, but it still sounded a bit girly.

Zuo Lingquan heard this voice and understood that the other party was a woman. No wonder her breast muscles were so developed...

He hung his sword on his waist, raised his hand to show that he had no ill intentions, and then stepped forward and said:

"I was just drinking nearby and saw someone here, so I came over to check on the situation. There were ferocious beasts here during the day, um... why did brother come here alone at night?"

The woman in black stood in the backlight and could clearly see Zuo Lingquan's dress and appearance - he was handsome, well-dressed, and spoke kindly, and he didn't look like a villain. Seeing this, she sheathed her sword and responded casually:

"I heard about what happened during the day, so I came over to take a look. It shocked my brother. Please come back."

This means not wanting to communicate.

It was just that Zuo Lingquan saw that the woman's movement of drawing the sword was very similar to Cui Shanying's sword during the day. It seemed that she came from the same sect, and she should also be a practitioner.

Zuo Lingquan's martial arts is very good, but to put it bluntly, it's just fists and kicks, which is completely different from his practice. Although he comes from a superior family, he has never been able to get in. Now when he meets a practitioner, he naturally has to chat for a while.

"It's late at night, so I'm not in a hurry to go back. The sword that Brother Cai had just now is really beautiful. Could it be that he's an expert from Qihuang Valley?"

The woman in black didn't want to reveal her identity. Seeing that Zuo Lingquan refused to leave and came to strike up a conversation, she couldn't force him out, so she had to respond lukewarmly:

"Um."

Zuo Lingquan chuckled. It was raining heavily, so he didn't come near. He stood under the eaves and said warmly:

"That's a coincidence. I'm also planning to go to Qihuang Valley to learn from my master. In the future, I might have to call Xiongtai senior. May I ask Xiongtai what's your surname?"

When the woman in black heard this, she seemed a little confused and looked Zuo Lingquan up and down:

"My surname is Long. How old are you this year?"

There was no light, no fire, and there was an umbrella to cover it. Zuo Lingjiu couldn't see the face on the opposite side, so he stopped looking. He turned to look at the fishing fire on the river and replied:

"Seventeen.

"Seventeen?"

The woman in black hesitated for a moment, as if she was planning her words, and finally said:

"The path of cultivation is extensive and profound. Although everyone can try it, there are only a few who can get started. Regardless of men and women, if you want to join the path of cultivation, you must start studying hard when you are six years old. If you cannot pass the Qi Sea when you are nine years old, you will never be able to enter it in this life. Door. You...you don’t look like a poor person, why are you here now?”

Zuo Lingquan was silent for a while and sighed:

"Not everyone can try it. When I was three years old, my family asked an expert from Qihuang Valley to touch the bones. He said that I was born with blocked meridians and could not practice cultivation. Otherwise, I would have been here a long time ago."

The woman in black was obviously a little surprised, even more surprised than when she heard that Zuo Lingquan came to study under him at the age of seventeen.

Although cultivating a path is difficult to fathom and only a few achieve success, the threshold is not high. Even a wild dog on the roadside can achieve righteousness by chance, let alone a human being.

This is just like shooting with a bow. No matter whether you can shoot accurately or not, as long as you are willing to study hard and practice hard, no matter how stupid you are, you can pick up the bow, unless you are born with a disability.

The woman in black read to this point and asked:

"Are you born a loser?"

"..."

This sentence is not generally unpleasant.

Zuo Lingquan blinked, not knowing how to respond.

The woman in black also realized that this description was not polite, and immediately said:

"In Qihuang Valley, this is how disciples who don't work hard to practice and don't have enlightenment are described. Don't blame me, brother. Well... although it's rare to be born with blocked meridians, there's no need to feel sorry for it. Studying and passing the imperial examinations can also bring honor to the family and achieve a career."

Zuo Lingquan patted the sword on his waist: "The world is so big, knowing that there are masters in the world, how can you be a frog in a well for the rest of your life."

The black-clothed woman didn't like this: "People can't be too ambitious. There's no point in practicing. You won't think so when you really go to Qihuang Valley. But you were born with blocked meridians, so you can't go. Listen to my advice. There are many people in ancient times who gave up martial arts and became great people. You're still young, so just go back to study."

Zuo Lingquan shook his head:

"You can choose not to practice, but how can you give up martial arts? I started practicing martial arts when I was three years old. I use a thousand swords every day. It has been fourteen years now. I have used no less than five million swords. There are not many people in the world who can beat me. "

The black-clothed woman frowned when she heard these ignorant words:

"Little brother, don't be too arrogant. There are many practitioners in the world. You are born with blocked meridians. No matter how hard you work, you are just stuck in a dead end. You can only practice brute force at most. Human power will eventually be exhausted. How can you fight against practitioners who borrow the power of heaven and earth?"

Zuo Lingquan turned his head with a defiant look:

"Brother may be giving advice out of good intentions, but I have never been afraid of anyone since I was a child. Practitioners only borrow the power of heaven and earth to increase their killing power. Most of them have a weak foundation, at least not as solid as mine. If it really comes to life and death, I am not afraid at all. "

What a crazy boy!

This might be the first time that the black-clad woman has met such a fool. She held the hilt of the sword at her waist:

"Why don't you try?"

Zuo Lingquan shook his head: "You are too slow to draw your sword. You can't beat me. I don't bully people."

? !

"Heh..."

The black-clad woman was so angry that she laughed:

"I am older than you and have practiced martial arts for as long as you have. Do you really think that you can be arrogant just because you have practiced for ten years?"

Zuo Lingquan was not arrogant, but confident. Just by the action of the woman drawing her sword just now, he knew that there was nothing to fight. He spread his hands and said:

"I just don't want to ruin your sword heart."

The black-clad woman didn't understand the meaning of this, but she could hear the contempt in it. Her eyes turned cold:

"Draw your sword, otherwise you won't be able to draw it. Not to mention defeating me, as long as you can survive under my sword for a cup of tea, I will give you whatever you want."

What do you want?

Zuo Lingquan's mind moved, and he really got interested. He looked up and down at the black-clothed woman with a very good figure, and said with a smile:

"I want to enter the Phoenix Valley, can you help me?"

The black-clothed woman's eyes were full of pride:

"As long as you can last a cup of tea, I will ask the teacher to let you enter the Phoenix Valley as an exception. I will keep my word."

"Brother, don't bluff me."

The black-clothed woman snorted lightly:

"Do you think everyone in the world is as full of nonsense as you?"

Zuo Lingquan nodded. Anyway, he had nothing to do now, so it would be harmless to try it out whether it was true or not.

"Okay, I will play with you."

After Zuo Lingquan stretched, he walked into the rain, stood on the bluestone street, raised his hands and clasped his fists:

"Zuo Lingquan from Qinghe County, please teach me."

? ? ?

Zuo Lingquan...

Why does it sound so familiar?

The woman in black thought for a moment, her angry expression froze slightly, and then she lifted her oil-paper umbrella slightly, revealing her red lips and white chin.

Zuo Lingquan waited in the rain, and noticed the other party's strangeness, and asked:

"Have you heard of my name?"

"..."

It turned out to be this guy, no wonder he is here.

Born with blocked meridians, he still kills beasts, the world is ridiculous...

The woman in black did not answer, but snorted more contemptuously, holding an umbrella and standing ten steps away from Zuo Lingquan, and made up a name casually:

"Donghua City Longtai, please teach me."

The words fell.

Both sides fell silent.

The rain was fine and the night was quiet.

Two figures stood on the long street full of broken walls and ruins. There were no lights or fires around, and the atmosphere gradually became a bit solemn.

Zuo Lingquan was proud, but not conceited. He was arrogant in his words, but his actions were not careless at all.

He drew his sword and pointed it at the ground. Raindrops slid down along the sharp edge of the sword. His figure seemed frozen, as if he had stopped breathing.

The woman in black narrowed her eyes and looked carefully. Only then did she realize that Zuo Lingquan's sword was rather strange. It was a single-edged sword. Except for the tip of the sword, it was sharpened on one side. Although it lost some of the killing power of a double-edged sword, it could perform moves such as chopping, slashing, and smashing that a sword could not perform. It could also penetrate armor without bending, which was suitable for warriors who were good at strength.

After the woman in black saw the general doorway, she put her right hand on the hilt of the sword, her expression became serious, her oil-paper umbrella was slightly lowered, her eyes were fixed on Zuo Lingquan's boots, ready to go...