Too Reckless

Chunchao Lake is the largest inland lake in Huajunzhou, with a radius of nearly a thousand miles.

Because of its large scale, Chunchao Lake is divided into twelve areas, which are called twelve palaces; Yuchan Palace, which is close to Fengyue City, is the place where the sect receives foreign guests. Numerous other courtyards and caves have been built on the nine lakes and islands. With the Mid-Autumn Festival As it approaches, nearly a thousand immortals have settled down in the Yuchan Palace.

On the branches of the moon, the Muhan Island in the central area sang and danced, and the female disciples of the Qianqiu Yuefu dressed in full costumes danced on the brightly lit Spring Tide Lake.

In the towers along the coast, countless immortals are seated, and there are several high towers by the lake. Everyone who is good at rhythm takes turns to come forward to perform performances, which can be regarded as a warm-up for the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.

On a waterfront terrace, Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan sat beside the tea table, watching the elegant dance of the fairy girls, and Leng Zhu obediently poured tea beside them. Not far away, Shangguan Lingye was sitting beside the tea table, and the female Xiu Yahe, who was in charge of the reception, was introducing politely:

"... This "Shangyang Chun" is Mr. Sanzhu's famous work. It is said that he lived in seclusion on the Chunhua Peak of Yingyang Immortal Palace for three years. There is a feeling of lingering sound around the beam..."

Shangguan Lingye sat gracefully, listened for a moment, and looked at the black lyre in the hands of the piano player:

"The sound of this piano is average, isn't it 'Qingxiao He Weeps'?"

Ya He smiled subtly: "Fairy Shangguan knows how to do it. This violin is made by Guigu Gorge, and its timbre is already top-notch, but there is indeed a gap between it and the fairy-like 'one piece that moves the wind and clouds'.' Qing "Xiaohe Weeping" is almost the same as the "Douyou Flying Waterfall" treasured by our ancestors. It used to be an object of Beishouzhou Xuanwutai's facade, but it was lost later, and I don't know how the Qu family got it..."

When the ancient Lingye heard Xuanwutai, his mind moved, and he looked at a hall by the lake.

The hall was filled with famous people of various sects, and among them was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, who was introduced by Ya He as Qu Xiangwen, the young head of the Qu family of Li He.

The Qu family of Li River and Pofeng City in the middle of Huajunzhou have a bit of a relationship. They started only more than 300 years ago. They are considered upstarts in Yuyaozhou. Needless to say, Huajunzhou has always been despised by the old-fashioned wealthy, so it is particularly special. Like arty to meet celebrities, trying to break into the rich circle.

This time, the Lihe Qu family took out the treasure at the bottom of the press box and lent it to Mr. Sanzhu to play it. It was a roll call. The young master Qu Xiangwen was a little high-spirited. He was chatting with many rich and powerful fairies. Judging from the expressions of those fairies, They are all borrowed pianos.

Shangguan Lingye thought about it for a while and asked:

"Will the Qu family of Li He give up their love for this qin?"

Ya He shook his head and sighed: "Li He's Qu family's status in the practice is not low, but they don't have much background. They searched around for these ancient treasures just to decorate their appearance. If they are willing to give up their love, the elders in the sect will go bankrupt and win it. already."

The rarity of Xianpin Guqin is no less than that of fairy swords, even rarer than fairy swords, because there are many people who make swords, but few people are willing to use the rare treasures of heaven and earth and the souls of fairy beasts to make musical instruments. Most of them are formed naturally by chance. .

The sword is a killing instrument, and the qin is a musical instrument, and the two functions are fundamentally different; the strong point of the immortal qin is also playing music. .

Shangguan Lingye originally wanted to buy it back for Xie Qiutao, but when he heard that the other party didn't want to give up his love, he dismissed the idea.

"With such a big name, I really want to see it, it won't be revealed until the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Yes, most of the fairies and wives from the wealthy families came here this time, all for the ancient famous qin."

When Yahe said this, he suddenly remembered something and said with a smile:

"Of course, part of it is for the 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci' of Dongzhou. I heard that Fairy Shangguan has settled in Yuchan Palace. Recently, more than ten famous fairies have come to the door. Let me inquire about Zuo Jianxian on your behalf. , unfortunately, Fairy Shangguan doesn't know either, so I rejected it..."

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Shangguan Lingye's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was condensed, and asked:

"Really? There are many fairies who admire the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

"Ah, there are too many, not to mention outside, there are many sisters and sisters in the sect asking about it, one of Mu Qiu Gong's uncles is the most interesting, he has been married for many years, and has never been able to meet the right person. Luojianshan is a bit small for the festival, after hearing about Zuo Jianxian's deeds, let me say it directly, Zuo Jianxian dares to come and she dares to marry blindfolded..."

Shangguan Lingye had a smile on her face, but she snorted lightly in her heart. She glanced at the fame of many immortals by the lake and asked:

"Really? That uncle, he is not afraid of Zuo Jianxian's indifference, doesn't take women to heart, or doesn't like women, and appreciates his peers, Jianxian or something..."

Ya He hurriedly shook his head: "No, listening to the rumors of Duobaotan, Zuo Jianxian has two women, so he should still be interested in beautiful women. The only pity is that I am a student of Qianqiu Yuefu, and I am not allowed to take concubines or be concubines. If that Zuo Jianxian didn't separate himself from other women, this marriage would be very difficult..."

Clear the relationship?

Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan, who were drinking tea slowly, narrowed their eyes slightly at the same time.

Shangguan Lingye picked up the teacup and sipped: "Listen to what Senior Yahe said, are you planning to let Zuo Jianxian divorce his wife?"

Ya He sighed: "On Zuo Jianxian's ancient talent and domineering temperament, how dare you mention this offending people, and the law of the ancestors can't be broken, I can only say that this marriage will not fall into my Qianqiu. Yuefu headed up. But the fairies outside were not particular, and two elders from the small sects came to ask. The meaning of the words was to ask Zuo Jianxian if he wanted to take a concubine, even if it was a dewy marriage. …”

Keep a seed?

Wu Qingwan pursed her lips and said secretly: Ling Quan heard these words, and she must not leave more than 100 children in Huajunzhou...

Jiang Yi, on the other hand, was swaying through the sea of ​​vinegar.

Shangguan Lingye had nothing to say, and she couldn't scold the women outside for being shameless, she could only shake her head and sigh:

"The sword demon Zuo Ci looks like a lover of swords, so he won't be interested in the rhythm together. The chance of coming here is slim this time, I'm afraid those fairies will be disappointed."

"Yeah, Qianqiu Yuefu doesn't follow the way of swordsmanship. With Zuo Jianxian's temper, he can come all the way. The only possibility is that the disciples in the sect don't have long eyes to provoke others..."

"Ha ha……"

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Zuo Lingquan never disappoints!

More than a hundred miles away, the starry sky and the autumn moon in the sky are reflected on the lake surface, and the lakeshore is lit like daytime. From a distance, it looks like a fairy tale market hanging over the sea of ​​stars.

Zuo Lingquan, who had changed into a secular son's robe, stood by the Chunchao Lake, looking at the line of Tianshui in the distance, and asked:

"Is this the River Wind Qiuyue?"

Beside her, a little girl with a round face in a ru skirt, holding a white dumpling in her arms, shook her head and explained:

"Hefeng Qiuyue is at the estuary of Chunchao Lake. I have never seen it before. In fact, let me tell you, the most famous crabs here are crabs. In autumn, when crabs are at their fattest, one of them can feed a person..."

"grumble!"

Tuanzi raised his head, looked at Xie Qiutao, spread his wings, and didn't even need to think about it, he was saying, "Then say a hammer, let's go eat..."

...

At noon today, Zuo Lingquan got off the ferry and came to the vicinity of Qianqiu Yuefu.

There are countless cities around Chunchao Lake, and all practitioners have settled in Fengyue City. The place where Zuo Lingquan is currently located is the Hongma Street built along the lake in Fengyue City.

The monks who can go here in the Mid-Autumn Festival are all here for the Mid-Autumn Festival in Qianqiu Yuefu. The few who listen to the music are mostly to see the beautiful widow, the beautiful lady of the fairy family, walking in Fengyue City. On the street, you can see one from time to time.

If you want to get on the road of longevity by eating soft rice, you have to pay attention to your clothes and appearance. The young male monks on the street are all well-dressed and have elegant temperament. Although this is not an appropriate description, at first glance, it does look like 'Cowboy Street'. almost.

Zuo Lingquan didn't come here to choose a mate, but being a maverick is easy to attract attention, so he still followed the local customs, put on a robe of a son that he hadn't touched in many years, and accompanies Xie Qiutao to wander the streets.

Zuo Lingquan admired the scenery for a while, and when he saw the dumpling cooing with hunger, he turned around and said:

"There's not much to see in the scenery. Let's find a place to stay first, and I'll have to find out about that guqin later."

Tang Jing's eyes kept wandering on the street, when she heard this, she joked:

"The young people who can come here, who can see the scenery, not all come for the beauty. Xiao Zuo, you can just watch it with confidence, I won't talk about you."

Xie Qiutao also followed: "Yes, the two fairy goddesses over there have been looking at you, and they almost hooked your fingers at you. You don't turn your head back, so you don't give people face."

Zuo Lingquan was speechless, and secretly said: If I really dare to respond, I will have to accompany the group tonight to listen to you play the pipa.

It's hard to say these words, Zuo Lingquan just shook his head and smiled, and entered the market with the two.

Fengyue City itself is a huge immortal street market. The rivers in the city meet, stone bridges along the small streets, willows and green bamboos can be seen everywhere, and it has the charm of a secular water town.

Zuo Lingquan and the two girls first found a single-family waterside pavilion with a quiet environment on the shore of the lake as a base, and then bought the steamed autumn crabs for the dumplings, which were only bigger than the dumplings, and waited for the dumplings to eat. I went out to inquire about the news of the Mid-Autumn Festival for a few days.

The so-called Mid-Autumn Festival is actually an annual sect celebration in Qianqiu Yuefu. The disciples in the sect will learn skills at Chunchao Lake, and other monks who are good at melody will come to join in the fun, because there are too many fairies with outstanding appearance. Over time, it became famous, which is a relatively rare elegant thing in the practice of Taoism.

Men and women cultivators talking about this matter can be seen everywhere on the street, and there is even a special lecture in the Xianjia library to discuss the fairy masters who will be there at that time.

The Xianjia Bookstore is a relatively special industry. The things sold in it include low-quality exercises, array diagrams, and pill recipes that rich and powerful families use to earn extra money, as well as various mountain and river maps, ancient book picture scrolls, and so on.

Originally, the business was half-dead, but with the rise of special instruments such as the Tiandun Pagoda and the Moon in the Water, the bookstore has both the function of a 'newspaper office', which is basically used by all sects to control external public opinion and improve the sect. reputation and authority.

Not long after Zuo Lingquan was wandering on the street, he was taken by Xie Qiutao to a bookstore called 'Bafangzhai'.

In the hall on the first floor of the book building, there was an old gentleman who was spitting out lotus flowers and telling a story, but he didn't talk about the Mid-Autumn Festival a few days ago, but the "Blood Falling Sword Mountain" that happened a few days ago:

"...I saw that 'Sword Demon Zuo Ci', holding a Xuefeng long sword, the sword was three feet three inches long, and the dragon's mouth was full of pearls. , according to the experts, it was cast by the previous patriarch of Guigu Gorge, who cut Beihai Lao Jiao Na as a sword spirit..."

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Zuo Lingquan stood behind the crowd, and after listening for a long time, he realized that he was talking about himself; he looked down at the humble Xuanming Sword around his waist, and secretly said: This thing has a sword spirit? And what the **** is the sword demon?

Zuo Lingquan was really embarrassed to hear an outsider tell his story, but Xie Qiutao was interested, and Tang Jingxun was also very interested.

The volumes that can be placed outside are the best-sellers of the practice—the idle books that record all kinds of anecdotes, as well as the successful autobiography of the masters of the immortal family.

Zuo Lingquan glanced across the bookshelf, and saw a row of "Fox Spirit Guide" on it, and the Zong Emblem of the eight-armed Xuanmen below it. He was a little surprised, so he asked the library staff to fetch a copy and read and criticize it.

It turned out to be a real fox, with fangs and claws strangely shaped...

When Zuo Lingquan was speechless, the corner of his eyes moved, and suddenly he noticed something strange.

There are many idle people in the library, half men and women. Most of them are standing in the hall listening to the old gentleman telling stories. The classics of the immortal family are placed on the second floor. Sometimes you can see someone entering and walk up the stairs leading to the second floor.

Zuo Lingquan stood by the wall and flipped through the book, the stairs on the right side of the body were going upstairs. At this time, a female cultivator was walking up the stairs.

The female nun was dressed in a relatively ordinary dress, with her hair in a woman's bun and a flower hairpin; she was wearing a holly-colored autumn skirt, which was looser and didn't show much of her figure, but she could tell she had a good figure.

There are many female nuns dressed in this way on the street, and it is not surprising.

But Zuo Lingquan swept it out of the corner of his eye, and always felt that something was wrong.

This woman's **** looks familiar...

This idea is a bit strange, but it is really familiar, and it seems that I have seen it somewhere.

Zuo Lingquan's sword training is fast, accurate and ruthless. He needs to capture the most subtle changes in his opponent in a very short period of time. Since childhood, his insight has been exquisite to the extreme. Even if there is a skirt to cover, the body shape under the skirt will not be bad. One cent by one cent.

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe that he would have an illusion. He recalled all the female nuns he had looked at after arriving at Huajunzhou, and felt a bit like the maid in Duobaotan who was carrying tea and pouring water, but there were subtle differences in careful comparison. There is nothing similar in it, but there is a sense of deja vu.

"..."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know why, so he secretly said: Could it be that I haven't played with tails for too long, and I have hallucinations from greedy Wanwan?

This is clearly not possible.

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while, and felt a little strange. Seeing that Qiu Tao and Jing Xuan were still listening to the book, he said hello, "I'll go shopping upstairs." He went up the stairs alone.

On the second floor of the book building, there are finely edited books, most of which are produced in major sects. There are cultivation experiences compiled by various famous masters, as well as classics on Taoism, which are of high value. There is also an old Confucian scholar placed against the wall. The statue, holding a scroll, a writing brush, and an incense altar in front of it.

Most of the people who were interested in these books were loose cultivators. There were about a dozen people on the second floor, none of them had any badges on their sect gates. They searched for books in front of the bookshelves, and there were bookstore guys to take care of them.

The female cultivator with the flower hairpin also seemed to be picking out books, and walked slowly to a bookshelf, looking up, but there was nothing special about her demeanor.

Zuo Lingquan was suspicious, but he couldn't stare at the nun's butt. He tried a little to no avail, so he just walked up to him and said with a smile:

"Daoist is right..."

Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to strike up a conversation based on the types of books on the bookshelf, saying something like "Fellow Daoist is also interested in Feng Shui physiognomy?"

But Zuo Lingquan walked into the bookshelf and found that there were "Twenty-Eight Styles of Spring Tide", "The Secret of the Jade Room", and "The Guidance of Room Art"...

I Nima...

Zuo Lingquan was almost choked to death by a mouthful of old blood, and Taishan's old face that had not changed color could not hold back. The next words were swallowed hard and became:

"Are you familiar with the bookstore? Do you know where the training experience related to sword repair is stored?"

The guy in the bookstore standing not far away, shook his head slightly and looked away, with a look of "These young people, alas...".

When the young woman with the flower hairpin heard the voice, she turned her head and glanced at Young Master Pian Pianjia beside her, her face flushed, and she said softly:

"Young Master, um... The concubine is a married woman, you... If you want to get acquainted, the concubine is nothing, but I am afraid that the Taoist companion will misunderstand..."

The voice is soft and waxy, and the appearance is attractive, which I have never seen before.

But Zuo Lingquan always felt a bit familiar, he hesitated, and continued:

"Fellow Daoist misunderstood, I have no other intentions, just haven't seen the relevant books, find someone to ask..."

Before Zuo Lingquan finished speaking, another woman's voice came from behind:

"Xianggong, if you are interested in kendo, why ask others, isn't there one here?"

Zuo Lingquan turned his head, but saw Jingxing standing on the stairs on the second floor at some point, looking at him sourly like a jealous little daughter-in-law.

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Although there was no change in appearance and figure, the tone of voice between Jingxun and the ancestor was too different. Even if he deliberately made the appearance of a little daughter-in-law, Zuo Lingquan still recognized at a glance that Jingxu was taken by the ancestor.

Zuo Lingquan saw the old ancestor coming, naturally he didn't hold the young woman with the flower hairpin, and after saying "sorry", he came to the stairs:

"How did you come?"

The woman with the flower hairpin lowered her head and walked downstairs quickly, as if afraid of being misunderstood.

Zuo Lingquan's doubts remained in his heart, looking at the back of the plump young woman coming downstairs, he couldn't help but look at the familiar buttocks.

As a result, the little daughter-in-law next to him raised her hand and grabbed his waist and said with a smile:

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"hiss--"

This may be the first time Zuo Lingquan knows that Jing You can be so strong, and he takes a deep breath when he is pinched, and quickly withdraws his eyes:

"Daughter-in-law, I was wrong..."

Outsiders in the scene looked at it as a little Taoist couple who practiced the Dao, because the men were dishonest and the women were jealous and awkward, naturally they didn't attract the attention of the people in the library, only a few women who chose the books couldn't help but "poof" laugh sounded.

The ancestor of Shangguan was holding Zuo Lingquan's waist and eyes, and he was actually a little puzzled.

Just now she was meditating in Taohuadongtian, when the old witch Taohua suddenly contacted her and said:

"Tangtang, it's bad, it's exposed, this stinky boy is staring at me for some reason, come and help me out..."

Hearing that Zuo Lingquan saw through the disguise of Venerable Peach Blossom, and even planned to find out the anonymous Taoist guardian, the ancestor of Shangguan was quite surprised.

But when I came over to take a look, I found that Zuo Lingquan didn't seem to have noticed anything different, more like he saw the round and full buttocks of the old witch, and ran over to chat up!

The ancestor of Shangguan was not sure about Zuo Lingquan's original intention, so he asked with a smile:

"Where did you go wrong?"

Zuo Lingquan responded smoothly when he was in pain. He didn't feel that he was wrong. He looked at the little daughter-in-law beside him:

"I just think this woman is a little familiar, so be cautious when you go out, come and investigate..."

The ancestor of Shangguan was dubious:

"Where is familiar?"

"Forehead……"

Zuo Lingquan's expression was slightly condensed, he hesitated, and lowered his head to her ear.

The ancestor of Shangguan tilted his head slightly, but did not avoid it completely, and then heard Zuo Lingquan whisper:

"Ass. This woman's **** looks familiar..."

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The ancestor of Shangguan never expected to hear this strange answer, and secretly said: Even so, do you know the buttocks of the old witch very well? This can be found to be strange, how long have you been staring at it before?

Ancestor Shangguan's eyes turned cold, and before he could speak, Zuo Lingquan raised his finger to the sky:

"I swear to God, I definitely noticed something strange before I came up to chat... No, it's an investigation. This is the most basic precaution when going out. Daughter-in-law, are you right?"

"..."

The ancestor of Shangguan thought for a while, and felt that although it was a bit strange, but with Zuo Lingquan's understanding, it was not impossible to detect the strangeness through these details, so he let go of Zuo Lingquan's waist:

"Trust you once."

Zuo Lingquan rubbed his old waist with his hands and asked again:

"Do I see the difference? Is there something wrong with this woman?"

The ancestor of Shangguan did not answer directly, because Zuo Lingquan himself noticed the abnormality. If she denied it, Zuo Lingquan would definitely ignore the abnormality next time, which was fatal at some point. She hesitated for a moment:

"The eyesight is good, but this person is not more vigilant, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Don't be wary..."

Zuo Lingquan was a little puzzled—don't need to be vigilant, it's not an enemy, and it seems familiar, indicating that he may have seen it before...

Zuo Lingquan thought of something, and asked a little closer:

"This female cultivator, isn't that the Taoist guardian arranged for me by my predecessors?"

The ancestor of Shangguan shook his head: "I didn't arrange a guardian for you. You don't need to expect someone to rescue you in times of crisis. Be careful in everything."

"Then this person..."

The ancestor of Shangguan couldn't explain it to the self-conscious old witch, and his face turned cold.

Zuo Lingquan shut up.

The ancestor of Shangguan wanted to leave, but glanced at the second floor of the book building and found a wooden statue next to the wall. After she glanced at it, she walked over slowly and put incense on the statue.

The guy in the library has been paying attention to the flirtatious little Taoist couple and asked:

"Little fairy knows this statue?"

The ancestor of Shangguan nodded slightly: "I heard of it."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know why, he walked up to him and looked at it a few times, then asked:

"Then I am ignorant, who is this expert?"

The bookstore guy looked a little complacent and introduced:

"A strange man from my eight-armed Xuanmen ancestor, called 'Mr. Iron Pen', is not very good, but he has written hundreds of books on his life and is widely circulated in Jiuzhou. It is said that even an immortal on the mountain looks at his old man. grew up with books..."

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were surprised, and he guessed that the immortal prince was probably the little daughter-in-law beside him. He wondered:

"Really? Is there any book written by this old gentleman in the building? I would like to observe it below."

"The old gentleman became famous several hundred years ago, and the book has not been passed down, but everyone in the sect has reorganized some things through the dictation of his disciples."

The guy in the library said he took a whole set of books from the books and handed them to Zuo Lingquan:

"I used to read the old gentleman's book, but now it's either Xianjun or Xianzun. This set of books has been robbed after it came out. This set is reserved for regular customers. If you like it, I will let you give it first. A set of ten volumes, Only thirty white jade beads..."

Zuo Lingquan looked at the names on the side of the book - "Xiong Domination of the Martial God", "The Ruthless Sword Immortal", "The Fairy is Fierce"...

What the **** is this?

No wonder he became famous hundreds of years after his death. Can anyone see this?

Zuo Lingquan looked at the ancestor Shangguan next to him again, hesitating to say anything.

The ancestor of Shangguan showed no expression, took the book, took thirty pieces of private money from the quiet Linglong Pavilion, threw it to the staff in the library, turned around and went downstairs.

"Hey, Fairy is arrogant, you don't cut the price, I'm sorry, I'll buy you two more..."

Zuo Lingquan took the book thrown by the shop assistant and swiped it at will - "Twenty-Eight Styles of Spring Tide".

"cough……"

Zuo Lingquan hurriedly put it into his sleeve and followed behind the ancestor:

"Daughter-in-law, do you like reading these kinds of books?"

The ancestor of Shangguan threw the complete set of books to Zuo Lingquan and said plainly:

"The original work of the old gentleman has long been lost. These are just made up by later generations. They bought it to take care of the business."

"Oh……"

Zuo Lingquan followed him downstairs and wanted to ask a few more questions. The wife in front of him stopped, and then his temperament changed a little.

"This mother-in-law~www.readwn.com~ is so thick-skinned, take care of the business with my money..."

This time it was quiet.

Zuo Lingquan motioned not to talk nonsense, so as not to be noticed by others, he walked to the front and said:

"It's fair, I'll supply you later."

"Your money doesn't belong to me, we let her waste it..."

Tang Jingshen has always been thrifty, and spent thirty white jade beads, which is three thousand taels of silver, to buy a few broken books that no one wanted at all, and was really annoyed.

However, there are many people around her, so she didn't say much, and went downstairs with broken thoughts...

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A few days ago, I messed up my work and rest, and the writing was a bit dull orz.

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