"Shangguan Yutang, do you have the ability to scold people, but you don't have the ability to argue with me in person? If you don't explain the fact that you scold me in public today, do you believe it if I demolish your ancestors' hall?..."

In the meantime, a phantom in a green spring dress floated over the sea of ​​fire, looking at the flames as if nothing had happened, and directly came to the huge black shield.

Although Jiang Yi didn't know the person who came, she guessed that this person was one of the only two female lords of the Nine Sects.

She and Leng Zhu quickly stood up and looked at the two of them in fear, fearing that the two lords would fight here.

But what surprised Jiang Yi was that the ancestor Shangguan, who had always been "advance but not retreat", changed his former arrogant attitude and became cowardly at this time. He found that the Peach Blossom Lord was chasing him, and his figure disappeared out of thin air, and he didn't know where he went.

The Lord of Peach Blossom was scolded in public, and her chest was so angry that she almost exploded. With the new and old grudges, she could not let Shangguan Yutang go and chased after her again.

In the blink of an eye, two women on the top of the mountain disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Yi and Leng Zhu stood together in a daze, stunned for a while before whispering:

"Princess, what's wrong?"

"It sounds like the ancestor blamed the female fairy chief and was found by someone."

"There must be a reason for the ancestor to curse people, and anyone dares to retaliate?"

"Well... the matter between the Immortal Lord must be mysterious. Ordinary people can't understand it... It has nothing to do with us, so continue to practice."

"oh……"

...

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The other side.

After Zuo Lingquanzhong took Jingyan back to the pleasure boat, Lingye's original intention was to set off directly and head to the Caiyi Kingdom in the north of Yuyaozhou.

But Jingyan was born in the market and rarely traveled far away in the past. It was really hard to ride alone for several months.

Zuo Lingquan thought that at least he had to welcome the air and let Jingyan rest for a night, so he stopped at the ferry and rented a villa for the monks to stay in for temporary residence.

Although the few people didn't have to eat, Zuo Lingquan still made a table of food and drinks at the ferry entrance, took out the immortal wine, and sat together and had a good meal.

Because Xie Qiutao was present, the wine table did not evolve into the Shura field. It was very warm to talk and laugh, but the secret competition was inevitable.

For example, if there are two people, you can sit in the middle, but if there are three people, you will be neglected wherever you sit.

As soon as Zuo Lingquan was on the table, he saw three smiling but silent eyes, and felt a chill on his back. He decisively placed Tuanzi in front of Jingyan and sat next to Tuanzi.

The topics to talk about at the table were nothing more than the big and big things that happened when Jingyun followed the ancestors to travel. Because the immortals were too enthusiastic about making wine, the wine party did not last long. After drinking a few glasses of wine, several people left the seat one after another.

Xie Qiutao was not sleepy, so he held the dumplings in the waterside observation deck and sobered up the drinking water with cotton.

Wu Qingwan and Shangguan Lingye fought back, but they knew the right way. They did not pull Zuo Lingquan back into the house and continued the round. Instead, they left quietly, leaving the beautiful night with a quiet habit of reunion after a long separation.

On a late autumn moonlit night, the bright moon hangs like a hook, hanging in the distant sky.

The waves above the Lianjiang River are shiny, and the ferry near the river is brightly lit. In a water-lined attic outside the ferry, the crisp pipa melody echoes in the night breeze, which makes the night view by the river a little more lonely.

Dangdangdangdangdang~~

In the room on the second floor of the Water Pavilion, a candle is placed at the head of the bed.

Tang Jingyan, who was drunk on her face, took out the robe and boots from the Linglong Pavilion given by the ancestor. They were all on the way, and they had nothing to do to sew on their own. The handmade work was exquisite and decent.

Zuo Lingquan did not move his hands and sat next to him, picked up the rouge box that Jingyan placed next to the pillow, turned around and looked at him, shook his head and said:

"It's been a few years, and you still have it with you?"

Tang Jingyan snatched the rouge box back and hummed:

"Sister has been in Linhefang for more than 20 years. You are the first man to give me rouge. Such an important token must be kept."

The words were filled with intoxication, and it seemed that they were drinking.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan leaned over and took up Tang Jingwen's fleshy legs, placed them on his knees, and helped take off the embroidered shoes. His movements were very gentle.

Tang Jingwen had been intimate with Zuo Lingquan before. Although she just kissed and touched her, she had some experience in the end, not as shy as she was at the beginning. She pursed her lips and asked with a smile:

"Aren't you afraid that the dead woman will come to cause trouble for you?"

Zuo Lingquan was naturally very afraid, but he hadn't seen each other for a few months. He finally met again after a long time, so he couldn't leave with a word of "good night". He smiled, hugged Jingyan's shoulders, fell on the pillow together, and hugged her in his arms.

"call……"

Jingyan let out a light breath, turned a strand of hair on her fingers, and thought for a while and said:

"To be honest, this is quite troublesome. No matter how strict the woman is, as long as she is happy and annoyed, I can still feel that the higher the Taoist practice, the more obvious the feeling it is; the same is true for the woman. She is a yellow-blooded girl, and no man cares about her. She is so excited all day long, how can she not be annoyed..."

“…”

Zuo Lingquan's hand that had just slid under the collarbone silently retracted it.

"But I can't always suffer. She wants to eat the Jiufeng Remnant Soul. I didn't force her. Now the two of them are tied together, and I don't know how to untie them. I can't always think about her and stay a widow all my life. I took a step back and didn't be intimate with you every day. She should also take a step back and let us be intimate occasionally. Do you think so?"

“That’s right…”

Zuo Lingquan felt it was reasonable, so he put his hand on his bulging clothes again, thought about it and asked:

"Can the ancestor feel this way?"

Tang Jingwen is not an ancestor, how could she know so clearly? She hesitated and shook her head:

"If you contact your body, you shouldn't feel it. What you can feel is emotions, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. As long as she gets angry, feels wronged, proud, etc., I feel it very obvious."

"Ancestor is still wronged?"

"Yes, it was the last time she ran to beat Mei Jinshui. She said fiercely, but in fact she felt aggrieved in her heart. Well... she felt helpless and helpless. The more the crazy woman scolded her, the more she felt wronged, but she still said harsh words with a hard heart. I couldn't stand it and wanted to cry at that time, but she didn't have a red nose."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slowly, with surprise in his eyes, and asked again:

"What about that pride?"

"Deyi is that Mei Jinshui, who recites your poem in front of those strange people in costumes. She has a flat face on her face, and she is actually very proud in her heart. It feels like she wants to say on the spot, "Look, this is the people I taught. Are you reckless guys who can only dance with swords and guns so shocked that they can't even speak?"

When Zuo Lingquan heard this, his face turned red. He shook his head and smiled, hugged Jingyan a little, and his hand slid to his buttocks that were easy to bear, and asked with a smile:

"The ancestor was angry. Was it because Mei Jinshui suddenly ran to the gate of the Nine Sects?"

Tang Jingwen's face turned red, she shook her head, and was about to say something, but she frowned again, and felt it carefully:

"She's pretty angry now."

"Um?"

Zuo Lingquan had just fallen into a frost of fat and soft hand, and let go quietly.

Tang Jingyan was dissatisfied when she saw the man being so cowardly. She held Zuo Lingquan's big hand and put it back to her original position:

"Continue to touch you~ it has nothing to do with us. She should be talking to fellow Taoists, so she doesn't talk like a speculative one."

Zuo Lingquan told the truth that he was in a dilemma, but Jingyan ran all the way to find him, so how could he leave? Let Jingyan stay alone in the empty room. After hesitation, he still kissed Jingyan's lips...
Chapter completed!