The fairy is fierce

Escaping from the Sky Eagle Fort, the five men and one bird retreated to the southeast in hiding.

Although Zuo Lingquan was not familiar with the terrain, he was an expert. He had been hunted down countless times in Kuibingzhou. He easily escaped the pursuit of the Supervisor Temple. It was not until he reached the sphere of influence of Chiwu Valley that he found himself in a Xiaoguo stopped.

It was already early in the morning. In an unused village outside a county town in Yusang Kingdom, Zuo Lingquan landed silently on the roof, paying attention to the surrounding movements.

Ancestor Shangguan fell in, holding a five-color earth altar with a radius of more than ten feet, which contained green vines passed down from ancient times. He tried his best to cover up his breath and light along the way. Even with the body of a quiet phoenix, he was about to collapse from exhaustion. .

The fairy vine is a living thing and cannot be packed into Linglong Pavilion. If you want to successfully bring it back, you must first find Yingying and ask her to find a way to put the things away, and then find a chance to break out of the encirclement.

Although bringing the fairy vine was a bit risky, Shangguan Yutang had no intention of letting go because she had been coveting this thing for a long time.

Let's not talk about how much benefit the 'Yellow Liang Blessed Land' can bring to the Nine Sects monks. Let's talk about it personally. If Shangguan Yutang had such a thing before, why would it stay in a white jade palace for thousands of years? I'm afraid I'll spend every day with the old witch in the blessed land, acting out a simulated life.

After Shangguan Yutang stopped in Zhuangzi, he still stood in front of the altar, carefully observing the growth of the fairy vines to ensure that the only remaining fairy vines in the world would not be tortured to death by them.

Xie Qiutao was naturally more active. He stood by and asked questions, as if he was afraid that Xianteng would run away on his own.

Miss Qiu's attention is not on Xianteng.

Huang Jinghe had been imprisoned for decades, and almost all his energy points and meridians were blocked. The true energy in his body could only support the movement of his body. Soon after he escaped, he couldn't support his spirit and fell into a coma.

Miss Qiu carried Huang Jinghe to the side room next to the village courtyard, put her on the bed, carefully checked her pulse and adjusted her breath, with a look of distress on her face.

Tuanzi was very sensible and knew that the nanny's mother was her grandma, and that kissing someone from another generation would be more loving. She squatted next to the pillow obediently, "jijijiji..." and talked to Miss Qiu. She seemed to be comforting...

Zuo Lingquan explored the roof for a while and saw nothing unusual within a hundred miles, then he returned to the yard, went to the wing first, and asked:

"Guagua, how is Aunt Huang?"

"grumble?"

Tuanzi raised his little head and looked at Zuo Lingquan in confusion. What did he mean? Are birds cute?

Miss Qiu didn't have the slightest objection to this special title. Maybe she was used to it. She responded seriously:

"The pulse is very weak. I'm afraid it will take a long time to adjust. Alas... I hope it's nothing serious..."

Zuo Lingquan came to the front, picked up the dumplings and threw them out of the window to watch, and then looked at Aunt Huang's face.

"grumble?!"

After all, Huang Jinghe was a Jade-level monk. She fell into a coma but did not close her consciousness. When she noticed that someone other than her daughter had arrived, her eyelids moved slightly and she slowly woke up.

"mother."

"Aunt Huang."

Miss Qiu was very worried and quickly sat down next to her and supported Huang Jinghe who was about to get up.

After Huang Jinghe woke up slowly, she turned her attention to the handsome swordsman in front of the bed who went deep into the alien hinterland to save her.

To be able to risk one's life and run to the foreign tribe's base camp to rescue people, in Huang Jinghe's opinion, it can only be the relationship between a biological father or a biological son, and a master and a disciple may not be able to risk their lives like this.

Huang Jinghe has no son, so the only possible identity for the handsome young man in front of her is that of a son-in-law who is more filial than a son.

Huang Jinghe was born in Juejianya, and her father was an old swordsman. She must have a high vision. She was naturally very picky about her daughter's finding a Taoist companion. It could be said that she did not like any young people of the same age as Niu Niu.

But after seeing Zuo Lingquan's demeanor at Tianying Castle just now, Huang Jinghe actually had a strange feeling of 'climbing high' in her heart.

After all, this young man was so powerful. His talent was probably as good as that of her biological father, Huang Chao, when he was young, and his appearance was definitely younger and handsomer than her father's. She couldn't figure out what happened to Niuniu, whose swordsmanship was mediocre. You got such a big treasure.

Because of these preconceived ideas, Huang Jinghe's attitude towards Zuo Lingquan was extremely friendly. She didn't let Miss Qiu help her. After sitting down, she raised her hand to motion to the stool at the head of the bed:

"Dazhuang, please sit down too. By the way, your real name shouldn't be this, right?"

Miss Qiu almost couldn't hold it back, but she didn't explain. Who asked Zuo Lingquan to call her Guagua, huh~.

Zuo Lingquan sat down on the stool and responded with a smile:

"My surname is Zuo and my name is Lingquan. I am from the Great Dan Dynasty. My hometown is to the west of Barren Mountain, more than a thousand miles away from Jingtai Terrace."

Huang Jinghe's eyes lit up when she heard this. After all, to her, a thousand miles away is just a short walk after a meal. In the past, she was worried that Niuniu would be like her, marrying eight miles away and marrying right next to her. , that couldn’t be better.

"Really? I've been to Dadan with Feng Qing before. The scenery there is very nice... Well, where did you learn from? I don't think your swordsmanship comes from Jing Terrace. Could it be that you are a disciple of Yunshui Jiantan? ?...No, with your swordsmanship, you can become brothers with Li Jianyang..."

Li Jianyang was naturally Lord Qingdu, and he and Jingting Terrace were both from the Sword Sect, and he was intercepted by Lord Huangshan as the Black Dragon. To be honest, the relationship between the two families was not good, and Huang Jinghe was quite worried about this.

Fortunately, Zuo Lingquan quickly explained: "I learned swordsmanship by myself and am very close to Tiecu Mansion and Taohuatan, but I don't have a disciple."

"oh……"

Huang Jinghe nodded and smiled. It was not surprising that Zuo Lingquan said he was self-taught, because most of the top ten immortal kings were like this. People with this kind of talent would be apprentices and disciples to correct their master's mistakes. They could give guidance in the early stage and become a registered master. It's the smoke coming out of the ancestral graves.

As the saying goes, 'Mother-in-law is half son-in-law...half mother-in-law'. The more Huang Jinghe looked at Zuo Lingquan, the more she fell in love with her. She forgot about the daughter next to her and wanted to ask, 'How old is she and where is her family?' Guagua couldn't sit still.

Miss Qiu was not stupid. She saw that her mother's words were a bit too friendly and quickly explained:

"Mom, Da Zhuang is my friend. He came with me to work for the righteous way. Well... he is a fellow Taoist."

After finishing speaking, there was something strange in Miss Qiu's eyes. She didn't know how to describe the feeling in her heart. Well... dreams are beautiful, but reality is always unsatisfactory?

"hehe……"

Huang Jinghe just treated this as a daughter who was shy and could not admit it directly to her mother. Even if they were not lovers now, it would be a definite matter in the future. They would go to the hinterland of foreign races to live and die together. What kind of love in the world could be so strong? If I don't become a Taoist companion this time, can I still become a sworn sworn disciple?

Huang Jinghe was about to continue talking when she suddenly heard the conversation in the yard again. She didn't recognize the two women outside, but she could tell that they were both talented, so she asked:

"The two girls outside are also from Jiuzong? I've never seen them before..."

Miss Qiu's eyes looked a little strange when she heard this, but after thinking about it, she naturally explained:

"The one outside is Miss Jingxun, she is... one of the strong Taoist monks, and the one next to her is Qiutao, well... she can be considered half a Taoist monk."? ?

Taoist companion?

one?

Half?

Huang Jinghe's smile froze slightly, but she wasn't too surprised.

She is not the original wife of the old sword god, so she can barely understand a strong man having three wives and four concubines. Zuo Lingquan even risked his life to run to Kui Bingzhou to save her. If she turns against him because of this, wouldn't it be unintentional? The black-hearted mother-in-law of Lung?

Huang Jinghe hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said:

"It is normal for a strong man to have three wives and four concubines. As long as he treats the people around him sincerely, with Ling Quan's ability, I will take it for granted no matter how many he marries."

These are polite words.

Huang Jinghe glanced at Guagua next to him, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Niuniu, do you call Miss Jingxun elder sister or younger sister?"

Miss Qiu looked a little embarrassed, pursed her lips, then shook her head and said;

"Mom, what are you talking about? Da Zhuang and I are just friends. Don't make wild guesses about what to do if Miss Jingxun misunderstands.

When Zuo Lingquan saw Guagua say this, he naturally nodded:

"The identities in the dream were false. Guagua and I...Miss Qiu just came together to do something. Aunt Huang, don't get me wrong."

"..."

Huang Jinghe's smile visibly faded this time. She was silent for a moment and then made a gentle expression again:

"Ling Quan, go and stay with Miss Jingxun. She is very tired. Niuniu and I have not seen each other for a long time, and I want to talk to her about some private matters."

Zuo Lingquan nodded, stood up and walked out of the house, closing the door behind him.

Miss Qiu lowered her head, and the smile on her face faded a little. She didn't know why she felt like she had done something wrong. Anyway, she just didn't dare to look at my mother's eyes.

Huang Jinghe looked at her daughter who had grown up. She didn't want to interfere in her daughter's private affairs, but she felt it was a pity in her heart.

After today, she might never forget her sweet son-in-law for the rest of her life. If Niu Niu finds someone else in the future, will she die in depression?

Huang Jinghe thought for a while before asking:

"Niuniu, do you think Ling Quan is not suitable?"

Miss Qiu quickly shook her head: "No, just friends, um... nothing special..."

"Hey, let's put aside the question of whether there is a relationship between a man and a woman, and let's talk about whether it's suitable or not."

Huang Jinghe held her daughter's hand and said sincerely:

"Do you think Ling Quan is not a good match for you?"

From the day she met Zuo Lingquan, Miss Qiu felt that they were a good match and even took the initiative to strike up a conversation, but...

"A perfect match, but...but he has a Taoist partner."

"Mom knows that he has a Taoist companion. He can take the risk to come to save my mother. Whether it is a special trip or a drop-in, this intention has been reached and the risk has been taken. If he is just your friend, it shows that he is reliable, even if he has a Taoist companion. , you won’t be wronged if you get married.”

Huang Jinghe glanced outside, then leaned closer and whispered:

"Moreover, your grandpa is a swordsman. No matter how high-status other women are, can they be higher than you? Even if you come in later and have grandpa's support, you are not the eldest sister. When outsiders mention Lingquan's Taoist monks, you will definitely be the first one introduced. …”

Miss Qiu's eyes were a bit resentful. After hesitating for a while, she sighed softly:

"Mom, he...he also has a Taoist companion named Shangguan Lingye."

"Come on...huh?!"

Huang Jinghe was stunned for a moment, then sat up straighter, looking at Guagua in front of her with unbelievable eyes.

Of course she knew Shangguan Lingye. He used to beat her daughter every day. He had a cold and unkind personality and had no good qualities except that he was talented and pretty.

In the past, Niu Niu was bullied and she couldn't stand up, so she often comforted her in private, saying, "It will be fine if you grow up. Don't think Shangguan Lingye is fierce now. No one will dare to want him when he grows up. Niu Niu is different. She is beautiful, sensible, and studious. She will definitely be a fairy sought after by thousands of people in the future..."

Shangguan Lingye is Zuo Lingquan's Taoist companion?

Why?

Niu Niu was useless when she was a child, just being pressed and beaten. How come she became even more useless when she grew up, and even exported her husband?

As promised, things will take turns?

Huang Jinghe didn't know what she was thinking when the cold, arrogant and lonely Shangguan Lingye had turned into the charming little Shangguan fox. She also felt that it was impossible for her daughter to lose to Shangguan Lingye, so she asked tentatively:

"Is it possible that the Valkyrie is pulling the strings? If so, I can understand... But in that case, Ling Quan definitely doesn't like Ling Ye. Your marriage is an opportunity to make a comeback..."

The more Miss Qiu listened, the more frustrated she became. She sighed:

"Mom, please stop guessing. Shangguan Lingye and Zuo Lingquan have a deep relationship. They call each other 'baby' when they meet. I...sigh..."

"Didn't he also call you Guagua?"

Huang Jinghe's eyes showed a bit of hatred: "People need to know how to make progress. When you were a child, you never gave up. You had to compete with Shangguan Lingye for everything. Why did you lose your temper when you grew up? Why don't you take your husband back? , you can’t be a coward for the rest of your life?”

Rob?

Miss Qiu felt that her mother had set her sights on Zuo Lingquan, and she even encouraged her daughter to rob the man. It was difficult for her to respond, so she could only change the topic:

"And dad doesn't agree."

"What?!"

When Huang Jinghe heard this, she became angry. Even if she hadn't been here all these years, Niuniu's father had stayed in Jiuzong and was still a neighbor of Zuo Lingquan. How could such a big son-in-law object if he didn't know how to fight for it?

You didn't even come to save me. Lingquan came first. Why do you object?

In fact, if Qiu Fengqing knew what Zuo Lingquan had done, not only marrying his daughter, but also carving a longevity tablet to offer Zuo Lingquan to his family, he would not frown.

But Qiu Fengqing is not here after all, so he still has to take over the blame thrown by his daughter. Who told him and Aunt Guagua that if he wants to marry his daughter, he should step on his corpse first.

Miss Qiu was very confused and always thought of the short but warm scenes in her dreams. She said softly:

"Mom, you should go back and discuss this with dad before talking about it. We are not out of danger yet."

Seeing this, Huang Jinghe could only sigh softly: "Okay, I'll deal with your father first when I go back. If he dares to agree, try..." Then he asked about the big and small things that happened in these years...——

On the other side, look at the tidal flats.

A nine-story tower stands in the middle of the port, and in the continuous fairy workshops, the sound of knocking continues day and night.

A large open space was cleared in the mountains not far from the workshop. The outside was isolated by a high wall. A platform with a radius of 100 feet was built inside and there were thirty-six stone pillars.

On the periphery of the platform, Lei Hongliang stood with his upper body naked in front of a refining furnace several people high, smelting fine gold to be used as array paint; in the open space next to him, various priceless materials from the spiritual path were piled into a hill. If it weren't for some radiant luster, it would look like a pile of debris.

Gu Chen sat cross-legged on the high wall, with the demon knife lying across his knees. He looked down at the materials piled randomly. Even though these things were not his, there was a sense of physical pain in his eyes.

Gu Chengui is the ancestor of the Supervisor Temple and the third in command of Kui Bingzhou. It seems that he is a master who will not worry about the treasures of heaven and earth.

But if you don’t know how valuable firewood and rice are, monks in the world, no matter how much they regard money as dirt when they are young, will become prudent once they take over the important task of the ancestor; after all, the ancestor carries the sect’s eternal foundation on his shoulders, and there are tens of thousands of people standing under his feet. Considering the disciples and grandsons who are waiting to be fed, casual cultivators who have no money are still lone wolves with no loss of fighting power, while sects who have no money will fall apart on the spot without settling the accounts.

Even Demon Sword Gu Chen felt pain in his body. As the 'warehouse manager', Zhang Hui's feelings are self-explanatory.

Zhang Hui sat aside and looked down, his expression seemingly calm, but the corners of his eyes kept twitching. He wanted to remind Lei Hongliang several times that "there is a scale next to him, weigh it before cutting out the ingredients," but in the end he did not speak.

Because there are rules in the industry, when the weapon refiner and alchemist are working, they are most taboo with outsiders pointing their fingers. Once an outsider speaks, they will have to be responsible for the damage caused by the failure of the weapon refiner.

Demon Sword Gu Chen has been sitting here for a month. The reason why he personally 'supervises the work' is because of what Shang Yin said, 'You, the keeper, don't be beaten down by my anonymous apprentice.'

Gu Chen didn't really believe this at first, but after seeing the astronomical cost, his mentality gradually changed to half-belief.

On the path of spiritual practice, the power of magical weapons is easy to calculate. Even the Heavenly Official Divine Sword will not violate the law of 'conservation' of heaven.

The more powerful the magical weapon is, the greater the consumption will naturally be. What determines the grade of the magical weapon is its carrying capacity and spiritual energy conversion efficiency.

Normally speaking, if a white jade bead can convert 100% of its spiritual energy into efficacy, it can be called a top-quality magic weapon. Immortal soldiers can use the power of heaven and earth to exert 120%, or even double, Three times the power.

According to Gu Chen's estimation, the material consumed by the thing below is far more than that of the Immortal Weapon, and the power of heaven and earth it can carry is naturally the same. When it is fully loaded, even if it only converts 70 to 80% of the effect, it is enough for him to drink a pot. If you go higher, you won’t dare to think about it.

Out of fear in his heart, Gu Chen asked:

"Zunyi's formation is really exquisite. Unfortunately, I am a martial artist and cannot see it thoroughly. Zhang Hui, you are a weapon refiner. You might as well explain it to me."

Gu Chen said this naturally because he didn't understand what Wu Zunyi was doing and wanted Zhang Hui to help him explain the efficacy of this product.

But does Zhang Hui understand?

As the saying goes, ‘A layman only sees the excitement, an expert sees the art’. As a weapon refiner, Zhang Hui was actually more confused than Demon Sword Gu Chen when he did not understand the art. He was full of thoughts: What is this? Can it still be like this? What is this?

However, as the ‘Master of Weapon Refining’ in Tiandi City, Zhang Hui could not act like an illiterate apprentice, so he responded with a smile:

"Italian refining is just like earthly magic. Once you know the principle, there is no sense of novelty. As long as this thing is mastered, it will surely shine in the eyes of the ancient seniors. When the time comes, the juniors will explain the methods to the seniors. Late."

Your eyes light up?

Now Gu Chen is only afraid that if this thing is made, he will die without ever resting in peace.

But Zhang Hui was so confident that Gu Chen, as a layman, couldn't interfere too much.

After Gu Chen watched for a while, he wanted to ask about the progress of this thing, but suddenly he felt something in his heart and looked to the northwest.

Zhang Hui felt nothing and looked up when he saw this:

"Senior Gu, is there any movement in the northwest?"

Demon Sword Gu Chen sensed an abnormal aura fluctuation in Tianying City. It was sword aura. He was not in the middle stage of the Jade Stage, so it was not considered a threat. Because Tianying City has his disciple Xu Yuanfeng in charge, who can handle it, he ignored it.

But not long after, Xu Yuanfeng's anxious cry suddenly came from the demon sword above Gu Chen's knees:

"Master, it's not good. People from the three southeastern continents have arrived at Tianying Castle. The number is unknown. The leader is Zuo Lingquan..."

"Um?!"

Zhang Hui, who was next to him, trembled in shock when he heard these words. After all, the three southeastern continents quietly landed on Kuibingzhou and hit the Supervisor Temple. It was no different from the sudden attack of the aliens at the foot of the Juejian Cliff; this was no longer a matter of destroying the Supervisor Temple. , but the entire alien race is about to be destroyed!

Zhang Hui wanted to listen carefully, but unfortunately, Demon Sword Gu Chen raised his finger slightly and hid Xu Yuanfeng's words. After listening for a moment with a frown, he spoke calmly:

"Something happened within the sect, so I'll take my leave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Demon Sword Gu Chen's figure disappeared from the high wall.

Lei Hongliang, who was stirring the furnace, raised his head and asked:

"Old Zhang, something happened outside."

"I don't know, I'll go take a look."

After Zhang Hui looked northwest for a few times, he stood up and left the wall.

Lei Hongliang heard the words just now and also heard the name of 'Zuo Lingquan'. After the two of them left, he turned his eyes and looked at the man in black robe who was busy on the platform:

"Zunyi?"

Wu Zunyi carefully sketched the formation patterns, but seemed not to hear anything:

"Move quickly and finish your work early and rest early."

Lei Hongliang's expression was complicated, and he had many guesses in his mind, but he couldn't explain clearly. After thinking about it, he just looked at the huge platform and said with a smile:

"Zunyi, this thing of yours doesn't look like a 'universal tool machine'."

"The sky is the quilt and the earth is the bed, how come they are not the same."

"Are you going to let Mr. Shang lie here?"

"I'm not that big, it's just a gadget..."

"well……"

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