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The news of the disciples received by Jing Terrace was sent to various places by the imperial court overnight. No accident, people will arrive in the capital one after another from tomorrow.As the largest cultivation sect of the Great Dan Dynasty, Xihuang Valley naturally served as the host in this matter, and Guli would probably be busy for a few days.

Resting at the third uncle's house overnight, it was just dawn, Zuo Lingquan rode a horse out of the house. On the way, he remembered seeing Tang Jingshen in the sky yesterday, so he first went to the pier small street to take a look.

As March approaches, there are more merchants traveling from south to north in Donghua City, and the small streets along both sides of the river are crowded with people.The door of the wine shop had already opened, and the wine flags were fluttering in the spring breeze, but there were only a few people who came to drink small wine in the morning. There were no customers in the shop, and Tang Jingxun, who often stood at the door, disappeared.

"Miss Tang?"

Zuo Lingquan called at the door, but did not receive a response. Instead, there was a chirping chirping in the backyard; thinking that Tang Jingxun was busy in the backyard, he picked up a curtain across the hall and glanced inside. .

The backyard is not big. There is a water well beside the courtyard wall, the bedroom is on the west, and the kitchen is on the east.A clothesline was pulled from the window of the west wing, the other end was tied to the branches of the old osmanthus tree in the corner of the courtyard, and several colorful dresses were hung.

In addition, under the eaves of the west wing, there is also a bamboo birdcage, which holds a small bird - the size of a bird and a parrot, the head and belly are snow-white, but the eyes and beak are pure black. , The wings and tail also have some black feathers, and the body is fat and strong. From the front, it looks like a glutinous rice dumpling, and the round eyes are a little stupid.

"Chacha-"

When a stranger came in, the bird chirped even more fiercely.

Zuo Lingquan knew that Tang Jingxuan had raised a bird to relieve his boredom, but it was the first time he saw it, and he thought it was cute, so he walked up to him and wanted to tease the stupid bird.

But what I didn't expect was that the bird was very smart. When it sensed that someone was approaching, it used the bird's beak to open the buckle of the bird cage and flew directly out.

Zuo Lingquan was stunned for a moment, afraid that the bird would fly away, so he raised his hand to grab the bird; worried that he would catch the bird to death, he used light force, but still very fast, but he didn't expect a paw to go by and grab it. empty.

"grumble--"

The bird that looks like a round dumpling looks like it can't fly, but it moves very quickly.Perhaps frightened, he ran around in the small courtyard, chattering non-stop.

Zuo Lingquan was surprised, worried that the bird would really fly away, Tang Jingxuan came back to blame, he picked up a big basket and went forward to catch it, and said amicably:

"Don't run, don't run, brother is not a bad person"

In the elegant small courtyard, chickens and dogs jumped in an instant.

The little bird may have been frightened by Zuo Lingquan, scurrying back and forth among the osmanthus tree, chicken coop, and melon frame, all kinds of cobras maneuver, throwing off the basket behind, and the little wings fan out afterimages.

Zuo Lingquan slammed into the air two or three times, but he was also a little high, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He could only chase behind him, suppressing it with a basket to prevent the bird from flying out of the wall.

One person and one bird chased for a long time, but the bird finally had no way to escape. Zuo Lingquan held a large basket and blocked it in the corner of the chicken coop. He hid behind the two laying hens and shivered. The hen was also frightened. cluck' call.

Zuo Lingquan breathed a sigh of relief, and the cat slowly approached with a basket on his waist, but before he could frame the bird, the wine shop outside heard a savage rebuke:

"Which bastard stole my mother's chicken"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Jing, who was wearing a bead hairpin and cloth skirt, rushed in from the hall of the wine shop; on his wrist was a bamboo basket containing freshly bought vegetables, melons and fruits; in his right hand was a fire stick, his eyes were fierce.

But when she saw Zuo Lingquan who was holding the basket high like a hungry tiger, her eyes were blank again.

(;)?

The little bird that was stuck in the chicken coop saw Tang Jingshen, as if seeing the savior, flew over with a swish, got into between Tang Jingshen's breasts from the neckline, and then arched back and forth, sticking out. Round little head, fierce:

"twitter--"

Zuo Lingquan put down the basket, and said awkwardly: "Well, I saw this bird running out just now, and I was afraid it would fly away, so" he looked at the messy yard he had made in a blink of an eye, and tidied it up quickly.

Tang Jingxuan knew that this broken bird was as timid as a mouse, and seeing that it was Zuo Lingquan, the fierceness on his face disappeared naturally, he raised his hand and patted it on the placket, and reprimanded:

"If you run around secretly in the future, I'll throw you away, and you can find something else to feed you."

The bird shrank at the neckline, and the slap didn't go to the bird, but under the big dumpling; the bulging placket flicked several times in an instant, knocking the bird to the point of closing its beak and nodding like garlic.

Zuo Lingquan saw this intriguing scene out of the corner of his eye, and secretly said in his heart, "It's really a tiger"; this is not easy to say. :

"Sister Tang, this bird is very smart, what species is it?"

Tang Jing turned her back, slipped the bird out of her coat, stuffed it into the cage, and replied with some disgust:

"I don't know the species of sparrows flying from the mountains. At first, I thought they were good-looking and well-behaved, so I gave them some rice, but later I found that they were greedy and naughty, and they depended on me. They couldn't go away, so I kept them. It looks like glutinous rice dumplings, so I gave it the name 'duanzi'."

The Evergreen Mountains are near Donghua City. There are ferocious and brutal beasts in it, and of course there are also small and gentle animals. It is not uncommon for them to be caught or run away by themselves. It is not uncommon for people to keep them as pets.

Zuo Lingquan took two glances, and after feeling that the bird was flying fast, he didn't notice anything special, and then replied:

"As the saying goes 'a good bird chooses a tree to live', the dumplings probably also think that Sister Tang has a good heart and is friendly, so she sticks to Sister Tang."

"Hmph~ your mouth is quite sweet. This is called 'human beings are bullied by others'. I am too kind to it, so it won't go away, eating my food and drinking mine."

Tang Jingxuan closed the bird cage, put the vegetables and fruits he bought into the kitchen, and asked:

"Little Zuo, why did you come here in the morning? Don't you go to practice?"

"I'm about to go, I stopped by to say hello. By the way, I flew back in the white crane of the national teacher yesterday. When I passed by Linhefang, I saw you in the sky."

"Ok?"

Tang Jingxuan wiped his hands with a towel, and looked up at the roof:

"Fly back, from the sky? Why didn't I see it."

Zuo Lingquan lifted the curtain and entered the restaurant hall with Tang Jingxuan:

"Flying relatively high, it seems that it is no different from a bird from here."

Tang Jingxuan had never experienced the feeling of flying in the sky, so she was a little curious:

"What does it feel like to fly into the sky? Do you feel that the whole person is light? I used to fly in a dream, and I flew from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain with a wave of my hand."

When people grow tall, they do have dreams of flying. Zuo Lingquan is not surprised by this, explaining:

"Actually, it's similar to riding a car and riding a car, and the scenery you see in the sky is different from the ground. If you want to fly freely, you have to be a true immortal."

"Really fairy?"

Tang Jingxuan has been in the market all the year round and doesn't know much about cultivation, so he asked, "Is there a fake god?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't know how to answer this question. After thinking about it, he said:

"It is only those who are higher in Taoism who can fly."

Tang Jing pondered for a while, nodded as if he didn't understand, brought a pot of wine over, sat at the window of the wine shop, and poured a bowl for Zuo Lingquan:

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to learn to fly. I have opened a wine shop at the dock for more than ten years, and I have seen many people who are excited to bring their children to learn art, but I have never seen one who can fly. Almost all of them are in the living room. Huanggu stayed for a few years, and when he grew up, he was disheartened and left. It felt like he was doing useless work."

Zuo Lingquan agrees with this sentence.

Cultivation is like a big wave washing the sand, the threshold is not false, but the difficulty of climbing up is comparable to climbing to the sky.This is the same as becoming a monk - a person can become a monk after shaving his hair, but how many people become Buddhas in the end?

"Yeah, most people are doing useless work, but if they are involved in cultivation, even if they can't fly or live forever, there are still benefits to maintaining their beauty and prolonging life."

Tang Jingxuan got excited when she heard 'Healthy Beauty', she held her face in her hands, and asked curiously:

"I've heard this statement before. I still want to kill the shameless group of Chen family, Xiao Zuo, how long do you think I can live if I practice?"

Zuo Lingquan had just picked up the wine bowl, when he heard this, he put it down again, and said unexpectedly:

"Sister Tang wants to practice?"

Tang Jingxuan didn't mean it at all, and the topic was just here, she sighed faintly:

"Is it my sister that I'm too old?"

"How can you be young, how can you be as big as my peers."

Zuo Lingquan avoided this sending proposition smoothly.

Zuo Lingquan once asked Wu Qingwan about the age of cultivation. After all, he is also an older player.

People begin to practice at the age of six, because at the age of six, intellectual and physical development are in the most perfect balance; too early intellectual development is not perfect, too late and the best period of warming up the body is passed, and it is not impossible to practice beyond the age of six. , but the older you get, the more difficult it gets.

"Cultivation is more difficult. I haven't touched the threshold for 14 years. If you want to try, I can teach you. As for whether you will gain anything, I really can't guarantee it. No one can guarantee it."

Tang Jingxuan lived alone all the year round, so she didn't have much to do. Seeing this, she smiled and said, "Well, you can teach my sister. Even someone as powerful as you can't learn it. I want to see how difficult it is."

Zuo Lingquan's Qi Cultivation Art can only be refined to the third level, and it is not impossible to spread it. He was not stingy, took it out of his arms and handed it to Tang Jingxun:

"Sister Tang is interested, just take it and take a look."

Tang Jingxuan took the booklet, flipped through it, and saw the dense small print on it, she closed it and tightened her arms:

"I guess I can only take a look. By the way, where was the girl who came to see you last time?"

"She is probably busy."

"That girl is so beautiful, her chest is coughing, she just looks like a little vinegar pot, who is she to you? It can't be your former friend?"

Zuo Lingquan knew that Tang Jingxuan wanted to say, "My breasts are about to catch up with my sister." This was true visually, but it was obviously inappropriate to say it in front of him.He is also mentally strong, so he didn't show any strangeness, and said calmly:

"It's not my previous girlfriend, well, it's a long story."

"hehe"

Tang Jingxun only thought that Zuo Lingquan didn't want to talk about such sensitive private matters, and it was a bit embarrassing to say the wrong thing, so she pursed her lips and talked about other trivial matters

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Thank you, Abai, for your reward from the leader of the boss!

These two chapters have some settings, and it feels a bit cumbersome to write. There was originally a paragraph, so I deleted it and put it in the writer's words.

The protagonist began to practice at the age of three, if not, it would start after six or seven chapters.

Note: The phoenix was born in the alchemy point of the Antarctic - the Classic of Mountains and Seas.