The fairy is fierce

Tang Jingxun was complaining when she noticed that Zuo Lingquan was looking between her belly and legs, and he also looked down:

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the dumplings.

Zuo Lingquan suddenly came back to his senses, brushed away his distracting thoughts, and said seriously:

"Sister Tang, don't worry. I think even if you really turn into a phoenix, if it's in human form, it won't be covered in bird feathers..."

"It doesn't matter what kind of hair you have."

Tang Jingxun was filled with anger and said with wide eyes:

"I am a human being, not a monster. I have lived for more than twenty years and suddenly turned into a bird. What am I trying to do?"

Zuo Lingquan's thoughts were a little confused. He sorted them out a little and brought the topic back to its original point:

"Didn't Sister Tang say that the Phoenix is ​​you?"

Tang Jingxuan pursed his lips and thought about it carefully:

"I can't figure it out. Anyway, I'm not a bird, but the phoenix is ​​familiar to me, so it should be mine. That woman snatched the phoenix away and seemed to have eaten it."

"Um?"

Zuo Lingquan was stunned: "How does Sister Tang know?"

Tang Jingxuan shook his head: "I don't know. Just two days ago, something suddenly appeared in my mind. I seemed to see myself flying around, and then ran into the body of the woman in yellow clothes. That The place...well...it seems to be a very high mountain, with a palace floating in the sky, and the woman is sitting in it..."

Zuo Lingquan was like listening to a book from heaven. He thought about it and asked:

"Then what?"

Tang Jingxuan's eyes were very annoyed: "Then it disappeared. It seemed to have been eaten up and wiped clean. But I feel that the phoenix is ​​still there, but it was just locked up. That damn woman didn't even say hello, so she just left me The bird was snatched away..."

Zuo Lingquan believed in Tang Jingxun's words, but for a true immortal of that level, he had no choice at this time. Seeing that Tang Jingxun and Tuanzi were a little aggrieved, he comforted:

"As long as Sister Tang is fine, I know who that person is. A monk can escape but cannot escape from the temple. When I reach a certain level in cultivation, I will just snatch the Phoenix back."

Tang Jingxun actually knew that it would be difficult to get it back. She was just angry and complained to Zuo Lingquan. Seeing Zuo Lingquan boasting about Haikou, she turned her eyes and said angrily:

"You are not allowed to act blindly in the future. It is just a broken bird. Once it is gone, it is gone. That damn bitch looks powerful. Don't stir up trouble."

Zuo Lingquan laughed: "I have my own sense of proportion. No matter how powerful I am, I am still a human being. If I can't get it back now, I will get it back one day in the future. How can I let people grab Sister Tang's things casually... snatch... Sister Tang?" ?”

While Zuo Lingquan was speaking, he suddenly noticed that the angry Tang Jingxuan in front of him had his expression fixed, his eyes swaying slightly, and a golden shimmer appeared in his moist pupils. A very friendly expression slowly appeared. The changes gradually cooled down. ? !

Zuo Lingquan was a little confused, but this confusion soon turned into panic.

I saw that Xiaojiabiyu was originally as quiet as a soup. As the golden light flashed in his eyes, his temperament changed drastically. The gentle and friendly atmosphere disappeared little by little, and was replaced by the awe-inspiring majesty in the sky, clearly in front of you. , but like a tall god, standing in front of an ant.

When the golden light in the eyes disappeared, the eyes were still the same, but the expressions were naturally different, as if the vast sea of ​​stars and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were hidden between the eyes. force

Zuo Lingquan just took a startled look, and his heart almost stopped. He froze in place, shocked by this look; he couldn't look into these eyes at all, but he couldn't look away either.

The woman still maintained her calm posture, sitting sideways on Zuo Lingquan's bed. However, the dumpling between her legs was already trembling with fear. It took some courage to fly up and get under the quilt. I didn't even dare to scream.

After the golden light in her eyes completely dissipated, the woman stood up and looked down at Zuo Lingquan as if she were thousands of feet high in the sky:

"Yeah?"

This sentence is obviously an answer to Zuo Lingquan's sentence, 'If you can't get it back now, you can get it back one day in the future.'

Zuo Lingquan couldn't move at all, his eyes could only follow the woman's gaze. He gritted his teeth and wanted to move, but found that the woman in front of him narrowed her eyes slightly.

The next moment, Zuo Lingquan felt that all that was left in the world was his pair of bottomless pupils.

The pupils dilated infinitely in front of his eyes, and the stars, rivers, mountains and seas were reflected inside, pressing towards him, swallowing him up in just an instant.

After that, Zuo Lingquan was in a strange state, recalling the scenes of fighting in Qihuang Town in his mind.

These memories were right in front of him, but he was not in them, but like a third person, watching himself fighting Xu Yuankui.

Every sword, every flow of breath on his body, and even every look in his eyes were completely visible.

The memory was so fast that Zuo Lingquan didn't notice it and went back to the night when he and Wu Qingwan practiced together.

He was lying on the stone platform, blindfolded, but he could see with his own eyes Wu Qingwan sitting on his body, wiping the sweat on his forehead with his tired hands.

Further forward, he stood in the bamboo forest of Qihuang Valley, thrusting his sword forward one after another.

Then he returned to the Zuo family's mansion in Qinghe County. The huge mansion was filled with countless broken wooden figures.

The young man, who was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, was panting with an iron sword in his hand. He gritted his teeth and stabbed forward one sword after another. Each sword was faster than the last. Even if he collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, he still had to grit his teeth and get up. , finishing the last stab of the day.

Time goes back to 11 or 12 years old. The child, who is only as tall as an adult man, holds an iron sword in his hand and thrusts forward one sword after another. He is much slower than when he was 14 or 15 years old, but his eyes and movements have not changed at all. His determination makes Zuo Lingquan feel frightened.

Then he was 9 years old, 8 years old... 5 years old, 4 years old...

Every year, every month, every day, he repeats the same process.

The same action, the same time, just like a machine that can only thrust forward. The only change is that the iron sword has become a wooden sword, and the speed of thrusting the sword is getting slower and slower as he gets younger...

Zuo Lingquan saw every day in the past, but every day seemed to be the same day. At the end, even he felt extremely bored.

Memories have an end.

After repeating the same action for 14 years, the little kid, who was only three years old, stopped.

It was one afternoon.

The three-year-old kid sneaked out of the room while the pretty maid who was watching over him was not paying attention, found a hatchet, came to the yard, and cut down a small tree.

The three-year-old child was too weak, and it took him a quarter of an hour to cut the small tree, which was as thick as his wrist.

After that, the child dragged the tree into the house, and used a heavy hatchet to peel off the bark bit by bit, and cut the sturdy small tree into a two-foot-long wooden sword.

The child held the hilt of the wooden sword, took it in his hand and looked at it, his dark eyes, his eyes were burning!

Some people practiced sword for a lifetime, but they just went with the flow, not knowing how far they would go.

Similarly, some people knew that they would eventually stand on top of the world when they held the hilt for the first time.

The child belonged to the latter!

The memory stopped here.

Zuo Lingquan came back to his senses, and he was still on the bed. The plump Tang Jingyan was still standing in front of him, with a straight figure and bulging clothes standing up, like two peaks that would be difficult to cross in this life.

The woman looked at Zuo Lingquan and nodded slightly:

"You have good perseverance, it seems there is some chance."

This sentence is also in response to the sentence 'I will get it back one day'.

Zuo Lingquan found that he could move.

The woman's eyes were too sharp, and just looking directly at them made people feel that their souls were piercing, but Zuo Lingquan did not look away.

Zuo Lingquan staggered, and anger appeared in his eyes:

"Who are you?"

The woman responded calmly:

"Dead woman, didn't you hear her say that?"