Too Reckless

Vol 7 Chapter 2: Tombstone

Sunset on the west mountain, the streamer of dusk sprinkled on the lonely boat by the river, dyeing the crystal clear ice sculptures golden yellow.

Shangguan Lingye sorted out the files, got up and went to the window, and after blowing the river wind for a while, he swept away many trivial matters and let out a light sigh of relief.

Outside the window is the red sun of the Qingjiang River, and you can hear the chirping of **** in the distance.

Shangguan Lingye lowered his head and glanced, raised his fingers and hooked, and replaced the gorgeous phoenix skirt on his body with the ru skirt that everyone in the world loves to wear.

But after looking at it for a while, I felt that I was about a hundred years old. It was too tender to wear it like this, and it turned into an apricot-yellow summer dress, decorated with flower hairpins. The rich lady, I am afraid no one will believe it.

After packing up, Shangguan Lingye walked out of the cabin, but saw the dumplings that ate watermelon without spitting watermelon rind, lying on the head of the ice sculpture.

Shangguan Lingye lifted the hem of his skirt and left with a gesture of lightness. Who would have thought that the dumplings were not normally alert, so he quickly looked up at her:

"grumble?"

"Let's go, I'll take you out for a walk."

"Gee~"

The dumpling hurriedly flipped over, landed on Shangguan Lingye's shoulder, and started chattering, presumably to remind Shangguan Lingye that the sun was about to set and it was time for dinner.

Shangguan Lingye naturally understood the meaning, took out the small dried fish, fed the dumplings, and looked around with interest.

When he was young, Shangguan Lingye did not hear anything outside the window, and devoted himself to cultivation. Although he had been to the nine major sects, they all came and went in a hurry, with eyes above the top, not to mention a small place like Xiangyang City. , Even the attractions of the major sects are not interested in taking a look.

Later, I was stuck with nothing to do, so I started to read idle books and learned about things that had nothing to do with practice.

The reason why he stopped near Xiangyang City was because Shangguan Lingye had a deep impression of this place.

The rumours of ‘Meishan’s rhyme’ have been around for a long time. In order to attract people who take advantage of the scenery, the sect responsible for maintaining this place sends people to publicize it all year round. As long as the monks who have used the water moon have basically heard of it.

If there is only a forest of monuments left, and there are calligraphy treasures left by the ancient sages, it will not attract the attention of the ancient Lingye.

The weirdness is weird, those stone tablets are real, but there is no exact record in the iron family mansion; there is no chance for the master to ask, only the old people in the sect, but those people don't know the reason, they just say It may be the Zongmen station before the Battle of Stealing Pills and Destroying the World.

After the Battle of Stealing Pills, Yuyaozhou was interrupted, and there were no less than a thousand sects that died. There are indeed many ancient sects that have been forgotten by the world.

But Meishan has the inscriptions of the nine sects founding elders and even the ancestors. Even if this kind of place is just an ordinary small pond, there should be some stories passed down, but the fact is that there is no theory, and no one knows the source.

When this happens, it is only possible that someone has artificially deleted a piece of history for some unknown reason.

Shangguan Lingye doesn't have to guess who is capable of such a skill. Except for the three three elders of the nine sects, including her master, there is no one else; but what this move is to hide is really hard to figure out. .

Now that he came to this place, Shangguan Lingye, driven by curiosity, naturally wanted to find some clues; it is a pity that after thousands of years, Xiangyang City has already been reduced to a secular city, and people like her who came to seek it in the past must be Quite a few, the strangeness that could be found should have been discovered long ago, and there was nothing worth noting along the way.

Shangguan Lingye strolled leisurely on the stone road in the mountains, his steps seemed to be slow but fast, but after a while, he passed the painted wall and many stone monuments.

The inscription has been heard before, and there is nothing surprising about it. Shangguan Lingye gradually lost interest. He wanted to call Zuo Lingquan back to continue the journey, but was attracted by the words of the monk who turned back from the front:

"Where did you come from, Jiugongshan dares to provoke..."

"Dead ghost, let's go, be careful to make a mess..."

The speaker was a pair of Taoist companions from the early stage of Linggu, who quickly walked past.

Shangguan Lingye was a little puzzled when he heard the sound. Jiugongshan is the sect responsible for taking care of Meishan. In terms of status, it is the next sect of Fulong Mountain. However, the main source of money for the sect is to collect tickets in Meishan. It can be imagined how big the scale can be.

However, just like Xihuang Valley, no matter how poor the next sect is, it is also the next sect. As long as you rely on the nine sects, you can shake people to the eight lords. Ordinary monks don’t dare to provoke them. Rarely seen.

With the idea of ​​watching the excitement, Shangguan Lingye walked forward and came to the foot of Meishan Mountain. Unexpectedly, I saw a young man in a black robe standing in front of the wooden building with a sword in one hand, blood dripping from the blade of the sword.

There are four or five monks wearing sect uniforms standing downstairs, and there is another one lying on the ground in front of him, clutching his **** throat, and a broken arm not far away...

"grumble?"

----

a little while ago.

After a brief communication between Zuo Lingquan and Wu Qingwan, they took two pages of talismans and came to the vicinity of the crowd on the outside of the wooden building.

The wooden building was built at the entrance of the stone road up the mountain. There was a small flat in front of it, and there was a stone tablet that had not yet been engraved. The disciples of Jiugong Mountain in brown robes stood beside them and started to fight, and many monks watched in front of the wooden building.

There is a table under the eaves of the wooden building, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it. At this time, three young monks are sitting around the table, digging fairy money from their arms. Behind the table is a smiling middle-aged monk. Eagerly waiting.

Thousands of white jade beads are not a small number in Zuo Lingquan's place. The few monks who are going to engrave the stele, at most fifteen or sixteen, are two men and one woman. , the three of them pool money together.

One of the girls looked at their expressions and wanted to speak out to discourage them, but the middle-aged monks kept saying 'little fairy, young chivalrous', and she couldn't speak at all; A little floating.

Zuo Lingquan had suffered losses before. He spent ten taels of silver to buy a small beetle that would never die of starvation as a 'memory'. He felt that there was no harm in being slaughtered once. It's better than putting your life in it in the future.

Wu Qingwan stood beside her, and didn't mean to go up to discourage her, she just shook her head secretly.

Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to wait for the three young people to be slaughtered, and then find an opportunity to secretly stuff the Fupu into their clothes, but after watching for a long time, he saw that the three of them together could not get enough white jade beads. , After counting the three money bags, there are only more than 700 pieces.

Seeing the lively monks, he burst into laughter; the expression of the middle-aged monk behind the table also changed.

The girl among the three, seeing the situation, said: "The money is not enough, if it's not enough, come back next time."

The other two companions also wanted to put away the purse.

But the people from Jiugong Mountain are doing a hammer business here, and they don’t have to wait for a few days to wait for a swindler to come to the door. A stone and the manual fee for engraving are worth less than a tael of silver. It can be said that it is worthless to exchange seven hundred white jade beads. Can't let people go.

The middle-aged monk behind the desk sighed and said:

"I've asked the teacher to take good care of Feng Shui, and I'm waiting for the stone tablet to fall. If you say no at this time, isn't it embarrassing for this Dao?"

The girl is very embarrassed: "We don't have enough money, come over next time..."

The middle-aged cultivator's expression condensed: "Several little friends came to ask, I talked here for a long time, things and people were ready, and then I waited for 'come again next time', are you making fun of my Jiugongguan?"

The tone of these words was heavy. The three young disciples were not deep in the world, and the sects behind them were far inferior to the lower sects of the nine sects. They quickly shook their heads and explained:

"No, no, the Taoist misunderstood..."

The middle-aged cultivator waved his hand and made a large number of adults:

"Forget it, I don't care about you because you are young; I will inform the teacher later, seven hundred white jade beads, you can add another magic weapon, and this tablet will be carved by you..."

These words were hard at first and then soft. The standard was to use momentum to suppress people. The heat was very sophisticated, and it was obvious that they did similar things. The expressions of the three young disciples changed slightly.

If you are not deeply involved in the world and are deceived by the slick talkers of profiteers, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Going to ask is nosy; but if the business cannot be achieved by relying on the background, the nature will change. The market had to be beaten to death on the spot.

The monks onlookers frowned when they saw this, but Jiugongguan was near Xiangyang City, the lower sect of Fulong Mountain. They couldn't afford it at all, so they could only shake their heads secretly.

Seeing this, Wu Qingwan frowned and glanced at Zuo Lingquan, asking what to do.

Zuo Lingquan simply walked out of the crowd, came to the front of the wooden building, and said:

"Since the manpower is ready, and the money for a few fellow Daoists is not enough, why don't you give this tablet to me, and I can save myself the wait."

As soon as these words came out, everyone focused their attention, and the three young cultivators were slightly overjoyed and nodded quickly.

But the middle-aged cultivator saw that there was another fat sheep, so why should he put one if he could eat it all, he quickly apologized and said with a smile:

"You don't need to be in a hurry. The people below are quick and easy, so no one needs to delay. Third, take this young man to pick the stone tablet..."

Zuo Lingquan came to the three of them and pointed with the hilt of the sword to the stone tablet next to him to be engraved:

"I'm short on time, I want this piece, and if it doesn't work, forget it."

"…"

The middle-aged monk frowned, feeling that this handsome young swordsman was deliberately making trouble. But after seeing Zuo Lingquan put ten golden baht from his sleeve and put it on the table, his face suddenly smiled like a flower, and he quickly picked up the pen:

"No problem, what characters do you want to engrave?"

Zuo Lingquan looked around the mountains with his sword in his arms and looked at it a little:

"I don't plug it into the mountain, I just plug it in here, okay?"

The middle-aged cultivator thought for a while: "It's okay, but it's illegal to insert it here. You have to inform the teacher. I'm afraid that the price will have to be added... um... 1,000 pieces."

"no problem."

Zuo Lingquan nodded happily, and took out ten more golden baht and placed it on the table.

The onlookers were a little shocked when they saw this scene, and felt that this young swordsman was either panicked by the money, or that he had a brain.

Seeing that Zuo Lingquan agreed so bluntly, the middle-aged cultivator still regretted it a little, but at this time, it is easy to offend the guests by increasing the price. He can think of other ways to make money later.

"Young Xia is a happy person. Xiaodao will definitely arrange for you to be satisfied. What words do you want to engrave?"

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while:

"Well... there are not many words, just engrave the eight characters of 'strong buying and strong selling, all children and elders are bullied'."

? !

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding cultivators were stunned for a while, and then burst into laughter, but when they noticed that something was wrong, they stopped laughing quickly, with shock in their eyes.

The three young disciples were also full of incredulity, and the girl among them wanted to speak up, but it was obviously too late.

The middle-aged cultivator's smile froze, and he sank in an instant, slapped the pen on the desk, and made a crisp 'pop':

"Boy, what do you mean? Don't you look down on me, Jiugongshan?"

Zuo Lingquan frowned slightly and gestured to the immortal money on the table:

"I paid double the money to engrave the eight characters I wanted to engrave. Why didn't I take your sect in my eyes? Does the Taoist think that these eight characters are talking about you?"

The middle-aged monk understood that Zuo Lingquan was talking about him, but he still wanted his face, and he said solemnly:

"My Jiugong Mountain has always been marked with a clear price, and the old man is innocent. Even if you don't say Jiugong Mountain, the guests who come to visit will misunderstand..."

"That means it can't be engraved?"

Zuo Lingquan reached out to get the fairy money on the table.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk quickly covered twenty white jade baht:

"You deliberately found fault, disrupted business and slandered Jiugongshan, and now you want to take the money and leave?"

Zuo Lingquan looked at the middle-aged monk and said inexplicably:

"You have received the money, but the inscription on the tablet can't be done, so it's fine if you don't refund the money. You also said that I slandered Jiugong Mountain. Does this mean that you are going to rob it?"

The middle-aged cultivator knew that Zuo Lingquan was pretending to be confused, but he beat him out, and the money he got was gone; if he confiscates it directly, it wouldn't make sense, so he took a step back:

"My Jiugong Mountain has been rooted here for hundreds of years, how can I do things by force and tyranny. This way is only a misunderstanding. These eight characters are suspected of referring to sang, scolding Huai, and insinuating. They cannot be engraved. Word, you decide again."

Zuo Lingquan nodded lightly: "Then engrave 'Jugong Mountain outside Meishan Mountain, shameless for money'."

This is a blatant name-calling.

There was silence outside the wooden building.

The middle-aged monk slammed the table and said angrily:

"Dare to insult my teacher, you are courting death!"

Several disciples from Jiugong Mountain around also gathered around, arguing with swords.

Zuo Lingquan was fearless and glanced around:

"If you start this business, it will be yellow. You don't even want money for your face. I don't think you are like this kind of people."

"You are presumptuous!"

The middle-aged cultivator was burning with anger, and he immediately tore his face without pretending, took the money with his right hand, and said angrily:

"Call me."

choke-

Just as the middle-aged cultivator swept the fairy money into his sleeve, a crisp jingle sounded.

Everyone couldn't see how Zuo Lingquan moved, the jet-black long sword had already drawn a half-moon, dividing the table case and the middle-aged monk's right arm shoulder-to-shoulder.

A line of blood rose under the setting sun, exclamations and hums sounded at the same time, and twenty golden baht flew into the air together with the arms.

The disciples of Jiugong Mountain were about to step forward, but when they saw this scene, they all retreated a step.

The middle-aged cultivator's face turned pale instantly. He didn't expect Zuo Lingquan to dare to draw his sword directly, and the speed was so terrifying. Before the severe pain of the broken arm came, he wanted to ask, 'Who are you? ’.

But Zuo Lingquan didn't have the patience to accompany a squatter who was robbing him, and he swept the middle-aged monk's neck with another sword in his backhand.

wipe-

The sword edge slid across his throat, and the words the middle-aged cultivator had not yet spoken were completely rotten in his throat.

This move shocked everyone, but it was too late to stop it.

The middle-aged cultivator's only left hand covered his throat, and he took a few steps back, but his eyes were full of disbelief.

Zuo Lingquan pulled out the sword too fast, until the broken arm and blood did not fall to the ground, he stopped the sword's edge, steadily caught the twenty golden baht with the blade, and pointed at the remaining Jiugongguan disciples:

"In the cultivation way, killing is not against the law, and it is not easy to kill people, just because you have to abide by the rules of the nine sects. You put the rules down first, and you think whoever is stronger can bully the weak, then I will follow your rules now. I'm going to engrave eight characters in Meishan today, the money is given to you, whoever does not let me kill someone, I will ask you to come in charge."

When the words fell, the sword edge shook, and twenty golden baht smashed onto the disciples of Jiugong Mountain, bounced off the ground, and made a crisp 'ding ding' sound.

The surroundings were silent except for the 'hissing' sound of air leaking from the throat.

The disciples of Jiugong Mountain were all frightened by Zuo Lingquan's behavior. It took a long time for someone to contact the teacher in the sect. The monks around were shocked and walked away. Only a few daring ones remained, but they also retreated. After a few steps, no one dared to stop him.

Wu Qingwan felt that the trouble was a bit big, but at this time there was no way to stop it, so she could only be careful beside her.

At dusk and sunset, the fire clouds hung in the west sky, making Meishan, which was originally quiet and peaceful, showing a chilling color.

Zuo Lingquan stood with his sword in his hand and looked at the disciples of Jiugong Mountain coldly. After waiting for a moment, someone from the north came with a sword, and said in a distant voice:

"Fellow Daoist He Fang came to Meishan? If you don't agree with each other, you will kill the younger generation, and you will not take Fulongshan in your eyes?"

The visitor was also dressed in the robe of Jiugong Mountain, and he was very imposing, but he was only in the early days of Youhuang, and he might have been afraid.

Zuo Lingquan was too lazy to answer these nonsense, Jian Feng pointed to the stone tablet next to him:

"I took out 2,000 white jade beads, and I want to engrave the characters 'strong buying and strong selling, all children and elders are deceived' here. You have already collected the money. I ask you, can you engrave the characters?"

The visitor obviously knew the virtues of his disciples, and probably guessed the cause of the matter. He did not answer directly, but said:

"Qiu Ying, the deacon of the inner gate of Xiajiugong Mountain, dare to ask the friend's name taboo?"

Asking the other party's identity is to see if they can be offended.

Zuo Lingquan revealed his identity, and the other party must have made a big deal smaller, so he just said plainly:

"You don't care who I am. I want to spend money to engrave eight characters today. If you don't answer, I'll just treat you as the acquiescence of Jiugongshan. Put down the stone tablet. If you dare to remove it, I will demolish your Jiugongshan Patriarch's Hall."

"you…"

After all, Jiugong Mountain is the descendant of Fulong Mountain. Qiu Ying has lived for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a crazy person. With the Lord Fulong as his backing, even if the other party is the direct descendant of another Lord, he can't even dare to say harsh words if he dares not be killed. Qiu Ying responded coldly:

"What a mad boy, I think you are tired of living..."

Sa—

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Lingquan flew up, holding a sharp blade and stabbing Qiu Ying in the air.

Qiu Ying's face changed suddenly. As soon as he knew that he was not an opponent, he ran without saying a word; but the moment he turned around, he found that the rivers in the mountains and fields exploded in unison, and merged into a blue-water dragon, which slammed into his body with the momentum of soaring into the sky. Down.

boom—

Zuo Lingquan refined the Dragon King Water Essence, and his ability to control water far exceeded Qiu Ying's imagination. He lifted the entire river at will, and when he looked at it, he thought he had met a half-step jade-level boss. Quickly speak:

"Master, save me!"

Jiugong Mountain is not far from Meishan Mountain. The sect learned that someone was making trouble and sent someone to deal with it. Several members of the Zu Shitang must be paying attention to this side.

Seeing this method of overturning the river and the sea, Jiugongshan knew that he had kicked the iron plate, and the response suddenly sounded between the mountains and the fields:

"Wait, fellow Daoist, since Jiugongshan has received the money from the gods, it will naturally fulfill the contract if you want to engrave it, so why bother with such trivial matters."

The voice is very old, it is estimated that it is the ancestor of Jiugong Mountain, only to hear his voice but not to see him.

Zuo Lingquan hovered over the mountains and looked north:

"That means it can be engraved?"

There was no immediate response from Yamano, and after waiting for a while, the voice came again, this time softer:

"It turned out that it was Zuo Lingquan and Zuo Jianxian who came to visit, the old man has lost his way, please forgive me. Zuo Jianxian is a well-known leader of the Qingkui in the nine sects, and it is too much to draw a sword against the juniors in this old man's three-thirds acre. So disrespectful."

The many monks who were watching below suddenly burst into an uproar when they heard the sound, but there was also a look of relief in their eyes, such as 'no wonder, I'll just say it'.

After all, except for the proud sons of the Nine Sects, other people dare not be so arrogant, and they have no such ability. If they are hard-pressed, with Zuo Lingquan's reputation in the Nine Sects Association, a Jiugongshan really can't do anything about it.

Zuo Lingquan frowned, it is estimated that the other party contacted Fulongshan to understand his identity.

In the jurisdiction of the nine sects, the relationships between the various sects are intertwined, and it is estimated that Fulong Mountain will be out of the game. Due to the seniority of the Lord Fulong, he must give in. But if he has already made a move, if Jiugongshan continues to let Jiugongshan bully the weak here, this sword is equivalent to being pulled in vain.

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while, and stopped asking what Jiugongshan meant. He went back to the wooden building and carved eight characters with his sword. In front of everyone, he inserted the stone tablet directly at the foot of Meishan Mountain. Do not send.

Once the stele is erected, the business of erecting the stele will definitely not be possible. Destroying it later is equivalent to stealing the bell, not to mention shameful, Zuo Lingquan can take the opportunity to find something, and if he wants to unplug it, he will probably have to wait until Zuo Lingquan is dead or his reputation is bad.

But the ancestor of Jiugongshan knew that if he stopped again, Zuo Lingquan would continue to fight to the death. He didn't dare to kill Zuo Lingquan, and he couldn't kill him. It really disturbed the Lord Fulong. In the end, it was estimated that he apologized, so he never did. Speaking out, it is considered to be eating this dull loss silently.

After Zuo Lingquan erected the stele at the foot of Meishan Mountain, and after making sure that no one was making any noise, he remembered the rules for erecting steles here, thought about it, and engraved a poem in his memory on the back of the stele—In the Ice and Snow Forest. Wearing this body, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, a fragrant fragrance spreads overnight, and it is scattered like a thousand miles of spring.

This poem expounds the integrity of plum blossoms. It is a reminder to the monks who come here. Don’t be like Jiugong Mountain. They are obviously following the path of cultivating immortals, but they have cultivated a worldly copper stench. They have forgotten even the most basic virtues. The greater one's ability, the greater the harm. It is better to be an honest businessman.

When Shangguan Lingye saw Jiugongshan confessing his cowardice, there was no need to hide and wait for him to appear as a behind-the-scenes boss, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com also came to the front at this time, and glanced at the stone tablet in surprise:

"You still write poetry?"

"I came here before, and I don't know which big guy wrote it. It's very artistic, so I remember it."

It's not surprising that Wu Qingwan has seen it several times, but the admiration in her eyes has not diminished in the slightest. She observed for a moment, then frowned:

"No, you make such a fuss today, Meishan's reputation will be even greater, and there must be a lot of people who come here. In this way, isn't Jiugongshan's fortune wider? The stone tablet should be moved to the painting wall."

Shangguan Lingye shook his head gently: "This move is just to set rules, not to cut grass and roots. The stone tablets left by the ancestors are real, and they need to be looked after and taken care of, and the financial road will be completely blocked. Fulongshan does not agree or say, this place No one takes care of it, and it will be completely abandoned in a few years.”

"It's also..."

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