The sun in Central China is still a bit hot even in late September.

On the top floor of the five-story ferry, Tang Jingwen stood alone by the fence on the terrace, blocking the scorching sun with his hands, looking at the river below, looking for the figure who was thinking about day and night on the ferry where people and figures came and went.

The ferry sets out from Panyungang, crosses thousands of mountains and rivers, and then enters the desolate desert.

Although the scenery on the road was magnificent, Tang Jingyun, who was traveling alone for the first time, obviously had no intention of enjoying these roadside scenery.

Tang Jingyun grew up in Linhefang, Dadan Capital, since childhood. He had never even left the far door for more than 20 years. Suddenly, he traveled 100,000 miles apart. He was unhappy. After getting on the ferry, he didn't even dare to go out of the room door or sleep. He kept paying attention to the movement outside.

Once there is any movement, Tang Jingyan will be nervous and quickly took out his magic weapon, Fire Feather Fan, ready to go, and asked secretly:

"Good sister, what's wrong outside? Is there something wrong?"

The response of the dead woman will always be:

"The safety and dangers on the path of cultivation are hard to predict, so come back if you are afraid."

Tang Jingwen was indeed scared, but compared to being able to see Xiao Zuo, he was not that scared.

And even if you leave, you will be afraid of running back in shame and you will not be laughed at by your family to death.

Knowing that the dead woman was deliberately scaring her, she threatened:

"If something happens, you'd better tell me, otherwise I can't hold back my strength when I'm nervous and smash the boat, I won't have any money to pay."

Tang Jingwen was a chosen person of the gods, and his cultivation speed could not be argued with the constant. After the ancestor took the five elements fire in Yunshui Jiantan, barren mountains and other places, he went smoothly to the peak of Youhuang. Even if he was ignorant and did not study the five elements magic, he just used a fan, and there were few things in the world that could withstand the power of the divine fire, and it was not necessary to say that the ferry was ferrying.

But the ancestor Shangguan was not worried that Tang Jingyan would burn the ferry and responded casually:

"You don't have to pay, you will all be recorded in Zuo Lingquan's account."

Tang Jingwen knew that it was the woman who could do such a thing, so she was not embarrassed to let Xiao Zuo spend money in vain. She could only secretly warn herself to restrain herself and not be surprised. It would be fine when she arrived in front of Xiao Zuo.

Fortunately, after traveling all the way, An Anweng didn't have any accidents. After reaching near Lianjiang and contacting Xiaozuo, her heart was completely relieved.

The population in Zhongzhou is sparse and sparse, and the immortals are not as large as Jiumen, so it is difficult to establish a well-connected transportation channel. Therefore, there are only a handful of ferries, thousands of miles away near the sand sea, and the only places where ferries will dock is Xiangshui Bay in the middle of the Lianjiang River.

Xiangshui Bay is a public ferry led by Jianhuang City. There are famous sword immortals on the list all year round. The environment is much more stable than other places in Zhongzhou. From the sky, there are more monks wearing swords, and the others are not much different from the ferry crossings of the Nine Sects.

The ferry had not yet landed, and Tang Jingwen knew that Zuo Lingquan had come to pick her up, so he kept standing on the terrace looking for her, but there were too many monks at the ferry and prohibited Yufeng from approaching the ferry. They all stood on the ground, so it was difficult to find traces of several people.

Tang Jingwen's thoughts were hard to suppress. When he was concentrating on searching, he suddenly heard the sound of chickens flapping their wings from the side of the ferry, and the sound of "Jijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijiji

Tang Jingwen’s only relative was dumplings. She looked at her as a flesh-hearted person, so how could she not hear this sound? Her eyes lit up slightly and she quickly turned around. Unexpectedly, she could see a ball of hair the size of a watermelon hitting her.

Meat bomb impact!

Bang

A dull sound.

Tang Jing was caught off guard, and her chest was flattened and fell on the terrace, her eyes were stunned and unbelievable:

"Who are you? Which chicken in this family is not optimistic about it, and it flies everywhere..."

"Jijiji..."

Tuanzi could not suppress the excitement of returning to her mother. As if she was a child, she squatted on Jingyan's chest, turned over again, and rubbed her hairy head against Jingyan's neck. "Jiji~" kept saying it without thinking:

"Birds miss you so much..."

But the dumplings are not the small dumplings they used to be. They will gain seven or eight circles after taking a bite of peaches, and their breasts are bigger than Qingwan's.

Tang Jingwen's eyes were full of disgust. He raised his hand and rubbed the dumpling twice, then held the claws and picked up the dumpling upside down, and said annoyedly:

"What's wrong with you? How much did you eat?"

The dumpling was hanging upside down in the air and shaking. Faced with Jingyan's questioning, he pressed the white fluff on his belly with his wings, indicating that he was fat and didn't eat much. If you don't believe me, please see.

Tang Jingwen felt like she was dressed up as if her beautiful little girl was sent to her grandmother's house for several months and she came back to a solid fat girl.

No matter how disgusted it, it was her own child after all. After scolding her for a few words, she put the dumpling down and looked back and forth to see if there were any scars or areas of hair on the dumpling.

There can be many wet nurses, but there is only one mother. The dumplings are still very clear and clingy to them.

Now that the collar is definitely not in, the dumpling wants to jump onto his shoulders.

But Tang Jingyan had a round and smooth figure, and her shoulders were relatively narrow. Tuanzi felt very crowded when she squatted up. Tang Jingyan turned around and held Tuanzi in her arms, asking around and asking:

"Xiao Zuo and the others are right below?"

"grumble."

"I heard that the Imperial Concubine and Xiao Zuo are so, is that true?"

"grumble."

"How is Qingwan and the Imperial Concubine? Who calls his sister?"

"Jijijijijiji..."

Tuanzi spread his wings and signaled that he was so fierce that he was fighting. The three of them fought in groups. Sometimes Wanwan was hammered by two people, sometimes the wet nurse was hammered by two people, or both of them pressed by four people...

It’s a pity that Tang Jingyan didn’t understand the meaning…—

On the banks of the river in Xiangshui Bay, the small, unsightly boats stopped quietly, and did not attract the attention of the monks coming and going.

Shangguan Lingye and Wu Qingwan sat in the pleasure boat, handling today's official business, with serious expressions, but sometimes when their eyes meet, they can still see the smell of gunpowder in each other's eyes.

After getting along for more than ten days, the relationship between the two has changed a lot, from the elders and juniors, to the current "together carry the gun together, together..." Anyway, no matter what I think in my heart, the relationship is already very close.

Wu Qingwan's awe for Shangguan Lingye disappeared, and her momentum naturally rose. Especially Shangguan Lingye fanned the flames and asked her to take the torture instruments she made, and then escaped at the last moment. She confiscated the torture instruments and refused to try them personally, and she was almost angry.

After suffering such a big loss, it would be strange if Wu Qingwan could swallow her anger. She has been trying every means to let Shangguan Lingye taste the ulterior motive.

The torture instrument was confiscated. While she was re-engaging the torture instrument, she also encouraged Zuo Lingquan to take a different approach and deal with Shangguan Lingye.

Shangguan Lingye refused to agree, so Zuo Lingquan naturally had no way to enter. Seeing that Qingwan was annoyed, she wanted to rebel. Shangguan Lingye also used a different method to pick Qingwan these days. Anyway, the two of them became more and more powerful, and Qingwan suffered most of the losses.

Now that Jingyan is coming soon, Wu Qingwan has regained some confidence. She knows that Jingyan’s temperament is not only very polite to Jiang Yi due to her identity, but everyone else is all sister in Jingyan’s eyes.

Wu Qingwan and Jingyan were tied at least, but Shangguan Lingye obviously could not compete with Jingyan. Even the ancestor was called to death by Jingyan. Good sister, you, as an apprentice, dare to mess with the seniority of the elders and the inferiority of the elders?

Therefore, Wu Qingwan has been looking forward to Jingyan coming over the past few days and getting rid of the little fox who wanted to get up as soon as he entered the door.

Shangguan Lingye was disdainful of this, even the introverted Qingwan and the strong Jiang Yi were unable to do anything about her. What can the honest Jingyan be like?

She didn't believe in the boudoir, and Jingyan dared to call her master over to suppress her!

Even if Jingyan dares to shout, can the master still really come?

...

The two of them had their own thoughts, waiting for Jingyun to join the battlefield to see who is the woman who is doing things at home.

Zuo Lingquan, who didn't want to interrupt at home, was standing by the river at this time, looking at the sky in the south, waiting for the ferry to fall.

No matter where you are, there are many people at the ferry entrance, and there are dense pedestrians on the riverside. They are so crowded that there are many monks along the street setting up street stalls selling rare objects that have just been dug from the sea of ​​sand.

Xie Qiutao's big hobby is to sweep the streets. After the pleasure boat arrived at the ferry, he wandered around the stalls of the casual cultivators and searched for objects that caught his eye.

Seeing that the ferry was about to arrive, Xie Qiutao trotted back and was about to ask Zuo Lingquan to go to the dock to pick up people. When he walked to the riverside, he saw Zuo Lingquan standing with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky. His cold eyebrows were a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something very important.

Xie Qiutao was stunned and subconsciously slowed down:

"Young Master Zuo?"

"Um?"

Zuo Lingquan took back his thoughts of traveling thousands of miles and turned to the pier:

"The ferry is here, let's go."

Xie Qiutao was a little surprised. She walked with the iron pipa on her back, thought about it and asked:

"Mr. Zuo, what were you thinking just now? Could it be that Sister Jingying is still unhappy if you come?"

"How could it be..."

Zuo Lingquan was just thinking about the past ten days, Lingye and Qingwan became more and more angry, and they were almost turning him into a medicine residue. After Jingyan came over, three charming sisters took him to take him together, and would he die young?

This kind of man's bitterness can only be endured by grievance alone. Naturally, he would not complain to Xie Qiutao, shook his head and said:

"I'm just thinking about going to Caiyi Country. The news over there is nowhere to be far away from the Ninth Level. If something really happens, the ancestors cannot help. This journey should be cautious."

Xie Qiutao was not stupid, and she thought Zuo Lingquan was definitely not thinking about such a thing, but she still answered:

"Don't worry, I'm an experienced master in the world and will not make a mistake. Even if something goes wrong, I'll just come and get behind. Mr. Zuo runs first, and I can drag you for a while even the most powerful person."

"I am a swordsman, how could I leave my teammates and run away..."

"No, I'm afraid that Mr. Zuo will run slowly. If I run first, you won't be able to catch up. You should know that escaping is not necessary to run faster than your opponent. As long as you run faster than your teammates, I'm not that kind of person..."

“…?”

Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to reply, "Do you underestimate me?", but arguing about who escaped quickly seemed to be in line with the swordsman's style, so he laughed it off.

The two of them walked forward together and soon arrived at the dock of Xiangshui Bay. There were only a few ferries inside, but the monks waiting for the boat were squeezed into three layers inside and three layers outside. The monks who did not board the boat could only stand on the periphery.

As the nine giant ferries, five-story high in the boat building, slowly fell down, the ferry became busy, and the manager cleared a passage on the dock.

The long ladder was placed on the ferry, and the three cultivators on the deck came out one after another. Most of the monks sitting on the top of the ferry had some Taoist abilities or seniority, and did not squeeze together with the three cultivators below, and they controlled the wind and landed on both sides of the river.

Zuo Lingquan stood behind the crowd and looked out, and soon saw a woman in a maroon pleated skirt covering her face with a tulle and holding a white chicken in her arms, flying out from the top terrace.
To be continued...