Too Reckless

Although he was very restrained, the practice continued all night from beginning to end, and he was still in a hurry. In the end, Zuo Lingquan was worried that the ancestor was angry and took the initiative to brake the car.

After the episode last night, the atmosphere on Turtle Island became weird. All the monks, regardless of their realm, acted as if they were 'horrifying to the heavens' and stayed in their respective residences silently.

Zuo Lingquan is not good at revealing the details of Jiaolong breaking the sea, nor can he explain it clearly.

Walking out of the bedroom to the tea room outside, Xie Qiutao couldn't go out for a walk because of what happened last night. He sat cross-legged on the tea couch, with a little dragon turtle in his arms, and was training the group fiercely:

"Seeing that you've caused a lot of trouble, it's alright now, we're not going out. There are a lot of fun places on the ferry, there is a storytelling hall in front, and there is a restaurant outside, which sells specialties from Nanyuzhou. The squid skewers in the South China Sea, the waist is so thick, and the slices are grilled and sliced ​​with soy sauce and mustard, the taste...I can't eat it now!"

The culprit, the dumpling, was lying on the tea table with his small claws facing the sky, his wings spread out and sliding up and down, with an arrogant appearance of "the bird is free". Eat dry, and have no awareness of being in trouble.

But what happened yesterday is no wonder the dumplings, it can only be said that this is doomed.

Xie Qiutao babbled for a while, heard the door open, and looked back to see Zuo Lingquan, who was full of energy. It was inevitable that he thought of Jing Xun's clothes that were not clothes, and Bai's big buttocks with dazzling eyes...

Xie Qiutao blushed and greeted strangely:

"Young Master Zuo, did you rest well last night?"

"I practiced for a night, it's pretty good."

"Is it? lol…"

Xie Qiutao's face was red, and she didn't believe it at all, but as a little girl, it wasn't easy to break it, so she continued to feed the dumplings.

Zuo Lingquan took a cross-sea ferry for the first time, and he was full of curiosity. He wanted to take a walk on the boat with Xie Qiutao, but there was a storm last night, and wandering on the ferry might scare people. You can only stand at the window and take a look at the overseas scenery.

Running from Yuyaozhou to Huajunzhou is far away, and it is not a straight line. Although there are no mountains on the sea, there are many dangerous places on the seabed, such as the sea nest where the old Jiao dragon is entrenched, and the area where the whales are active, etc. The ones that can be cleaned up have already been cleaned up in previous years, and if the cost is too high, they can only be avoided to avoid risks.

The East China Sea is too vast, not only the sea water, but also the large and small islands can be seen from time to time. The largest one can catch up with the size of a state in the world. It is known as Denglongtai. dare not approach.

In addition, there are also some overseas immortal islands. The sects above take the way of seclusion and do not often contact the outside world. Due to the lack of cultivation resources, the scale is not large.

There are a few little monks on the ferry, and the destination is to go to the overseas immortal island to practice seclusion. When the ferry occasionally passes by, Tuotian Wangba will call out, and someone will come out to check. If it is not seen, the ferry will also pick up people. Bring back.

Apart from these trivial matters of the immortal family at sea, Huang Ji, the owner of the ferry, also sent a deacon to the door after a few days of silence, and invited Zuo Lingquan to be a guest by asking about the space needed.

The Qianxing Island behind Huang Ji is the dominant family among the immortals in Nanyu Continent. The right to speak is not weaker than that of the Eastern Continent. .

It's not a good thing to rashly get involved with a fairy family of this size. Zuo Lingquan won't go to Nanyuzhou this trip, and it's even harder to explain the matter of drinking Jiaolong, so he naturally declined the banquet.

Turtle Island's speed across the sea is not slow, but it took more than three months to start from Dengchao Port and cross the long East China Sea to approach Huajunzhou.

During the journey, Zuo Lingquan spent time meditating in the house, apart from occasionally looking at the scenery, and got close to Jingyou twice, because each time he had to say hello to the ancestor beforehand, and he was too embarrassed to be quiet too often. All are restrained.

Xie Qiutao also practiced in the tea room, and did not go out all the way, because he didn't know if he would see scenes that were inappropriate for girls after opening the door, and he never ran into the bedroom and ran through the door.

The three of them are all practitioners, and they have long been accustomed to the days of meditating.

After more than three months of sailing, when the ferry just approached the coastline, Dango got up like crazy, stood at the door of the bedroom and turned into a woodpecker, knocking frantically on the door with his beak.

dong dong dong —

Zuo Lingquan woke up from the meditation, opened his eyes and looked around.

Everything in the room was as usual, there was a mist that gathered and did not disperse, Jingshen was wearing a light summer dress, lying beside him, resting on his thigh, still sleeping with his eyes closed.

The quiet and serene cultivation posture has always been so casual. If you really sit down, you will feel tired and unable to settle down. Zuo Lingquan has long been used to it, and gently pinches her face.

"Um…"

Tang Jing frowned, raised her upper body sleepily, and looked at the window:

"Reached?"

"Soon."

Zuo Lingquan stood up and opened the door of the bedroom. He could see the dumpling jumping in front of the door, pointing out the window with his wings, looking very excited.

"jijiji..."

Xie Qiutao had already finished his work, put on a decent little skirt, carrying an iron pipa on his back, lying on the window holding his chin with both hands, and was looking into the distance.

Xie Qiutao is not tall, but she has a good figure. She didn't feel that she was wearing a loose skirt before, but now she is kneeling and pouting her pink buttocks, so that she can see how round her daughter's family should be.

Although Zuo Lingquan was a little lewd, it was for his wife, and in the face of an innocent girl, he naturally wouldn't stare at other people's buttocks. He came to him and looked out the window:

"This is Thunder Bluff?"

"Yeah, spectacular, isn't it?"

Zuo Lingquan just glanced out the window, and his eyes showed surprise.

Departure is early summer, arrival and even early autumn.

Under the warm yellow autumn sun, a Baizhang sea cliff, like a black city wall, stands on the coastline, with no borders left and right.

Countless covered bridges are built on the cliffs, going up to the top and down to the sea. You can see the towering towers above the cliffs and the ferries from all over the sea where thousands of sails gather.

Using Qianfan to describe it may be a bit inappropriate.

Zuo Lingquan was still a long way away, and all he could see were all kinds of large and small ferries. Not only the sea, but also countless immortal ships were suspended in the sky. As for the monks in the distance, there were even more. A colorful auspicious cloud scatters inland and converges on the sea cliff at the same time.

In terms of abundance, the Nine Sects in the South are indeed second to none, but in terms of scale, Huajunzhou, a port connecting several continents in the southeast, is indeed much larger than Dengchao Port.

Zuo Lingquan stood at the window and watched the panoramic view of Thunder Cliff from a distance, with amazement and doubts in his eyes, and asked:

"Why is this place called Thunder Bluff? Are there minotaurs?"

"Huh?" Xie Qiutao stood up straight, a little unclear, and explained: "It is said that this place used to be called Heishiya, but because the monks who came here for the first time saw the spectacular scene here, they were all shocked, and over time It has become Thunder Bluff, because it is domineering and widely circulated, so it is called that..."

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While the two were chatting, Tang Jingshen dressed up in the bedroom, and also packed up, wearing a more conservative autumn skirt and a drapery hat, holding the impatient dumpling in her arms.

Zuo Lingquan hung two swords on his waist, took a bamboo hat and put it on his head, waiting for Turtle Island to dock at the special harbor dedicated to Thunder Cliff.

This Turtle Island may be the most orderly among the ferries in Thunder Cliff, so the pressure of staying with an unknown immortal for several months is too great. There were no footsteps, but in the blink of an eye it was gone.

Zuo Lingquan took the two girls from the secluded place to the covered bridge under the Thunder Cliff. During this time, he also saw Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island, standing on the edge of Turtle Island with a few deacons. .

Zuo Lingquan felt ashamed, and after nodding his head in a salute, he quickly walked off Turtle Island.

I thought that the farce on the trip was over, and I could quietly escape into the sea of ​​people.

But as soon as Zuo Lingquan got off the ferry, he saw the entrance of the veranda with a sea of ​​people. There were two Taoist priests, one old and one young, who were looking towards Turtle Island.

The leader was naturally Wu Laodao, who was shocked when he saw the three coming down, but did not dare to rush forward.

Wu Laodao suppressed the Dragon King of the East China Sea with the Dragon Prisoner Formation. Although it seemed like a farce, Wu Laodao himself did not know it. The righteousness of Wu Laodao could not be faked.

This move made Zuo Lingquan's respect for Wu Laodao much heavier than Huang Ji's. He walked quickly and bowed his hands:

"Master Wu."

"Eh! I can't stand it..."

Wu Laodao hurriedly avoided, and said in a kind manner: "Senior is so polite, junior..."

Zuo Lingquan was not very old. He was afraid that he would lose his life when he was visited by Wu Laodao. He raised his hand to stop him and motioned Wu Laodao to enter the veranda together. When he was in a secluded place, he shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Wu Daochang, don't be frightened, I also suffered a disaster. That night, when the dragon came out of the water, I didn't see what was going on, and an immortal fell by my side. He drank the dragon back and told me to keep quiet and just Let's go. I don't dare to say more about it, and if I say it again, I will be punished by heaven."

Wu Laodao's eyesight is not bad, and he doesn't think Zuo Lingquan's Taoism can be as high as the gods, but in any case, this matter has something to do with Zuo Lingquan. He nodded wisely, no longer asked, but said:

"I haven't seen anything in front of the scene that night. In the end, Pindao is just a Taoist who is still climbing the mountain. I haven't seen the demeanor of the Immortal Venerable on the mountain a few times. Come over to make a friendship, and don't blame Zuo Jianxian."

Xie Qiutao walked in front of him and said with a smile: "Mr. Wu, you are so polite, but it's boring. I think your old man's Taoism is not low. Maybe we will have to ask you for help in the future."

"Pin Dao's practice, I'm afraid a few people don't like it, but Pin Dao does have some acquaintances in Huajunzhou. I have seen it in the past, Zuo Jianxian is probably the first time, if there is a need, just say hello..."

After a few people walked along the cliff in Shanghai, they saw buildings stretching to the end of the sky, with uneven pavilions and crowds.

The scene I saw was similar to the Xianjia Bazaar in Yuyaozhou. The difference was that there were very few monks in the market who had nine sects, and most of them were sect emblems that they had never heard of.

Wu Laodao was really just here for a friendship, and he didn't ask any extra words, just dragged his family along the way; Zuo Lingquan and the three were chatting, laughing and answering, looking at all kinds of strange objects in the Lei Tingya market.

As the ferry crossing where the three continents meet, the prosperity of Lei Tingya Xianjia Market is breathtaking. Even the street stalls start with magic tools, and no ordinary magic tools are too embarrassing to display. Of course, it may also be because the land price is too expensive. , sell cheap things at a loss.

The dumplings were naturally not interested in the conversation of the few people, and they were going crazy on the boat. At this time, they looked from Tang Jingshen's arms and looked at the rare and precious animals on the street stalls. Originally, they were more restrained. When I was in the shop of the spirit beasts, I smelled the fragrance specially used to greedy the cubs of spirit beasts.

"jijiji~~~"

Tang Jingshen felt distressed for the dumplings and suggested to go in for a stroll. Wu Laodao, who was walking in front, glanced at the signboard and interjected:

"I almost forgot that some of the shops on the side of the pier are still carrying spirit beasts. Most of them are not cheap and cheap. They specialize in slaughtering young people who have just come out of the mountains. If they really want to buy things, they have to go to the main street in front. "

Xie Qiutao knew about these ways, but she didn't raise spirit beasts in the past and didn't know much about the place, so she asked:

"Master Wu knows a good place to go?"

Wu Laodao stroked his beard and smiled: "The Duobao Pool on Qianyuan Street sells these specially, and it also opens a pool for people to try their luck to fish for spirit beasts; when Pindao came here for the first time, he went to join in the fun and got lucky with a carp. Later, it was given to Fulong Mountain, and it is still raised there; if you have been to Fulong Mountain, you should have seen it in Taiqing Pond, the one with two red beards."

Zuo Lingquan passed by Fulong Mountain, and he didn't go in for a tour, so naturally he had never seen it, but when he heard "two red beards", he understood that the bloodline was most likely related to the dragon, and the rank would never be low.

Xie Qiutao's eyes were surprised: "I heard of Duobaotan, didn't they all say it's a lie, and I can't catch anything good at all."

Wu Laodao laughed: "How can you lose money when you open a shop and do business? The better the thing, the harder it is to get it; this kind of thing is just like looking for an opportunity, don't be greedy if you get it, if you don't get it, the opportunity hasn't come. Can't be forced."

Xie Qiutao nodded slightly: "Yes, anyway, I want to buy some rations for Niaoniao, let's go and have a look."

When Wu Laodao heard this, he was a little ashamed, and motioned to the apprentice Lu Qing next to him:

"Yujingshan sent people to pick up and drop off outside the market. If you don't stay for a long time, Pindao will not go with a few of them. Next time, if you have a chance, I will sit with a few of them."

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan didn't show much courtesy. After leaving a contact information with Wu Laodao, he watched the master and apprentice and joined the crowd of people in the market...

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"...The Jiaolong is at least three thousand feet long, and the dragon's whiskers alone are more than ten feet thick. Huang has never seen such a big dragon in his life..."

"Don't bullshit, let me ask you, three thousand feet is about twenty miles, and the sea depth along the coast of Dengchao Port is at most two or three miles. How did that dragon spread out and writhe around under the sea? You stand in knee-deep water for this old man. Flip a few times to see?"

"Brother Chu, don't believe it, Huang saw it with his own eyes, but the situation was critical at the time, and it was difficult to record the scene..."

Between the alleys, in the broken tea shop.

Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island, who had just landed, sat at the tea table and told the story of what happened on the road, with lingering fears.

The shopkeeper leaned on the reclining chair and did not think the story told by Huang Ji was false, but he believed it was an exaggeration.

There may be a three-thousand-zhang Flood Dragon in the world, but it must stay in the endless deep sea. The only one who can appear near the coast is the Dragon King, and the Dragon King can't be driven back, at least not the creatures of the nine continents.

"What kind of person do you say who drink the retreating Jiaolong?"

"I don't know, how can ordinary people dare to pry at random, don't dare to remember the appearance, and don't dare to tell Brother Chu if they remember."

"Then what else did you say? The old man saw that you were just here to sip tea."

Huang Ji sighed helplessly, the other party never instructed him, he really didn't dare to spread the matter easily, he could only say:

"That's all, other boats going to Yuyao Continent, Brother Chu still warns one more thing, if they hit the Jiaolong again, they may not be as lucky as Huang."

After speaking, he drank the tea and got up and left the tea shop.

The shopkeeper was on the reclining chair, pondering the context of what Huang Ji said. Before he could figure out why, the curtain of the shop was lifted by one hand.

The shopkeeper looked up and saw that it was a woman.

The woman looks about thirty, wearing the common robe of Thunder Cliff, the style of immortal skirt, the dark green fabric is slightly plain, with a woman's bun, a flower hairpin on her head, and a bracelet on her wrist that can't be seen. The overall dress is not eye-catching, but the temperament is very gentle, with a soft charm.

The shopkeeper looked at it a little—doesn’t know, and couldn’t see the details—sitting up from the reclining chair and said:

"Drink tea?"

The young woman with the flower hairpin lifted the curtain and entered the teahouse. Like a frequent visitor, she took out a money bag from her sleeve and threw it into the copper basin on the counter:

"If you can't eat at the tea shop, bring a pot of mirror tea and take it with you."

The shopkeeper frowned slightly and leaned back on the reclining chair:

"Fellow Daoist seems to know the old man. Since he came to Thunder Cliff, why should he cover his head and face, afraid that the old man will not obey the rules and will not be able to do anything to the guests?"

The young woman with the flower hairpin sat down at the old tea table: "How many people in the world don't know the name of Chu Yi, the sword ghost of the Black Cliff. I have something important to do, so it's inconvenient to reveal my identity."

The shopkeeper, Chu Yi, was surprised when he heard the words. As the door **** of Thunder Cliff, there are quite a few people who know his nickname, but there are very few who can call his name outright and dare to call him by his name in person.

"Thunder Cliff is a ferry, and monks can come and go freely. As long as they don't cause trouble, this old man will naturally not be a friend."

Chu Yi looked at the money bag at the counter:

"However, this tea shop is the private property of the old man and is only used to receive friends. Since you know the name of the old man, you should also know the rules of the old man. , how could this old man care about this bag of immortal money?"

The woman with the flower hairpin obviously knew the rules, but didn't want to abide by them. She looked at the writing on the wall:

"I know that you don't want money, it's the spirit in these words, but some people's handwriting, you can't stand it, and I asked you to buy a pot of tea to take away because you were afraid that your sword heart would be broken."

Hearing this, Chu Yi laughed instead of anger.

He opened a tea shop here, and provided the younger swordsmen with mirror tea to refine their hearts. What he really asked for was the spirit and spirit in the handwriting. To adjust and condense his swordsmanship through who can achieve his ambition and who can't, is regarded as watching others. The way, mutual benefit.

There are some amazing swordsmen, and the spirit contained in their handwriting is really dazzling. If a young and vigorous swordsman sees it and feels that the gap between people is greater than that between people and dogs, it will indeed cause self-doubt and loss of life. The driving force of the action is the broken heart of the sword.

But that is a young man, Chu Yi can sit in Thunder Cliff, and he is also a well-known sword immortal in Huajunzhou. His mood has already been tempered and solid. Kenshin?

Chu Yi sneered: "Since fellow Daoist said so, that sword immortal may have become a saint, and an expert in this realm still needs Chu's bowl of tea to help temper his mood?"

The woman with the flower hairpin shrugged slightly: "He didn't need it in the first place. I was just curious about how he would react when he drank it. I heard that he could recover in half a quarter of an hour, that is, Jianxian embryo. How long is the fastest one for you?"

Although Chu Yi didn't know the identity of the woman, he felt that the way of the woman was not inferior to him, and he couldn't really do it no matter how dissatisfied he was. After being silent for a while, he still said with disdain:

"Friend Daoist's plan, I'm afraid it will fail. No matter how quickly your junior recovers, it will only be second, and it is impossible to compete for first. Because the kid who recovered the fastest is not at all stunned."

"Is Taoism too high, or is it inherently ruthless and ruthless?"

"Neither of it, pure state of mind, this person's presence in the world is enough to make the world's swordsmen be astonished, and the ancestors of Jiuzhou are amazed!"

Chu Yi said it very seriously. He didn't mean to brag at all, and he really didn't brag. After all, he still misses the little **** who bought his tea for free and said that he sold fake goods.

The woman with the flower hairpin saw that Chu Yi did not seem to be cheating, and her eyes also showed a bit of solemnity:

"Where is this son sacred?"

Chu Yi snorted lightly: "Daoist asked this, is it because he wants to clear up the roadblocks for the younger generation in the future?"

The woman with the flower hairpin knew that she asked too much, and it was taboo to inquire about good seedlings from other families. There were really talented seedlings to this extent. Chu Yi knew that she would not dare to talk nonsense.

"Just ask. Although the person you mentioned is the first without any accident, my junior is not necessarily the second, and it is possible to tie for the first."

Chu Yi didn't believe it at all.

Because the guy he was talking about was a special case, he was born to see things openly, and he had reached the point where he had no ambitions.

There is no self-motivation, and I will lie down when I encounter problems; as long as I don't move forward, no matter how high the threshold is, I can't do anything about it; as long as I stay at the bottom of the pit, you can't let me fall into the pit, what can it be? Obsessions?

This is not the case with monks. Cultivation must move forward, climb up, and practice hard. The bigger the goal, the more difficult it will be to overcome worries about the future, setbacks in practice, and doubts about one's own strength. Recall the twists and turns of the past, the length of time is nothing, it is impossible not to.

Chu Yi opened a shop here, and the most powerful cultivator he has ever met should be Lu Jianshen before Jianxin collapsed. All the distracting thoughts of his parents, his wife, and so on came back to his senses, throwing off a lot of everyone else.

Lu Jianshen was really not a thing at the time, but his talent was truly amazing. Even Qiu Fengqing, the giants of Dongzhou, had to follow him, and he was already a top-notch swordsman in the continent.

Chu Yi saw that the woman with the flower hairpin had such a strong tone. For the sake of the other party's high morality, Chu Yi did not despise the other party. He raised his hand and tickled it lightly.

"Speaking of which, both mules and horses have to be brought out to roam. I will give you a bowl of Jinghua tea, as long as your junior can recover within three breaths, I don't want the tea money, I will give it to you. A bag of colorful money. If it exceeds three breaths, the Taoist friend owes the old man a favor, and when the Taoist friend is convenient to show up, I will pay the old man again.”

A bag of immortal money in the copper pot is about a hundred golden baht. Because Jinghua tea has no other price, it is difficult to say whether the money for tea is too much or too little.

But changing it into a bag of colorful baht is different. The value is a hundred times higher, which is equivalent to one million white jade baht.

However, the price of favors shot by the monks on the mountain cannot be calculated with money, and this bet can only be said to be half a catty.

The woman with the flower hairpin felt that Chu Yi was very imposing, and UU read www. uukanshu.com seemed to be sure of everything and hesitated a little, but in the end, he raised his hand and put the tea in his sleeve:

"It's a word."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left the bar.

Chu Yi put away the money bag in the copper basin, shook his head and sighed, estimating that this unknown Taoist friend would probably default on his debt and never return.

Returning to God within three breaths, either his talent is far superior to Lu Jianchen, or he is the kind of cultivator I met last time; Lu Jianchen has been noticed by many ancestors on the mountain, and evaluated as 'if you don't become a fairy, you will become a devil', which can far exceed his Everyone has become an immortal king and demon king, and there may not be one in a thousand years. Would the master of such a person be too busy to ask him for tea?

Needless to say, the practice is wonderful, if there is a second practice path, Jiuzhou is afraid that the gas is exhausted, and the green and yellow will start to stop...

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