Thunder Cliff.

The monks who rushed to northern Xinjiang had already left as early as last year. Huajunzhou, the busiest port, has restored the calm of people coming and going.

At midnight, a ferry from the north was moored in the port. The young swordsman wearing a hat walked down and came to the alleys of the market with a white-shelf sword in his hand.

The Xianjia shops all have Linglong Pavilions, which do not require warehouses. The most remote alleys are all shops, but the price is much cheaper than on the avenue. Those who can open here are inns and restaurants that provide a place for Qi training monks to settle down.

The young swordsman searched in the alley for a long time before finding a small tea shop between two inns. He didn't even have a signboard, and only had a cloth curtain hanging on the door with the word "tea" written on it.

The shop was too shabby, even the Qi-training monk would not be so despaired that he would not be able to settle down in such a place. The young swordsman didn't care much about this. He used the hilt of the sword to open the curtain and looked around at the tea shop. There were four old tables in the tea shop. There were messy marks on the white walls on both sides. The shopkeeper leaned on the lounge chair and was dozing, and next to him was a girl reading a book with a little man.

The scene of playing with grandchildren is incompatible with the fairy market.

The young swordsman was a little confused and hesitant, and then asked:

"Shopkeeper, do you still have tea?"

"Yes, there is hot water on the stove. I pour it myself and throw the money into the copper basin at the counter, and I look at it."

"I heard from my master that there is a kind of tea from 'Jinghua Yinfeng' here. I wonder if it is the shopkeeper's shop."

The shopkeeper on the recliner opened his eyelids and glanced at the door:

"Who is your master?"

"I don't know either. I'm an old Taoist priest who uses swords and has a bad temper..."

The shopkeeper raised his hand slightly, stopped the swordsman's words, curled his fingers and gently hooked it, put a cup of warm tea on the table:

"That smelly bull's nose owes me a lot of money for tea and water. I haven't paid half of it to me until now. I'm going to pay the debtor. This is your debt."

When the young swordsman heard that his master had a lot of debts, he never came in: "How much does my master owe? I am not very familiar with him, and I still don't even know the name..."

The child next to the recliner held the little man's book and said childishly:

"Tea is priceless. It depends on your grandfather's mood when you want to clear the account thoroughly. You can leave a line of words on the wall. When you do it, the handwriting will be erased. You won't ask you for this account."

The young swordsman was a little confused. He looked at the snow-white wall and found that there were scattered traces on it, all in handwriting, and everything else. The ambition was as "the heart was full of ambitions, and the sword entered the immortal palace", and the small ones were, "I will marry a certain fairy in this life." There was even a strange thing in the corner of the wall, saying, "I must help Lao Lu find his wife so that he can smile."

Judging from the handwriting, they are all carved with sword energy. Although there is no fluctuation of spiritual energy, some of the handwriting still looks as dazzling as a sword light. I am afraid that the sword technique of those who engrave words has reached a point that ordinary people cannot reach.

The young swordsman glanced a few times and asked:

"What if it can't be done?"

"If you can't do it, you will be like this in your life, and you will pay it back in your next life."

The young swordsman understood the meaning, nodded slightly, picked up the teacup and looked at it, and drank the ordinary tea.

The old shopkeeper raised his eyes and looked at the reaction of the young swordsman.

After the young swordsman had a cup of tea, his eyes were dazed and a little lost. It took about half a quarter of an hour to recover as usual, put down the tea bowl and walked towards the wall.

Seeing this, the old shopkeeper nodded and said, "Yes, he is a good seedling, but it is still far behind the people on the wall. Two years ago, I met a little bastard who claimed to be brothers with Qiu Boyue in Dongzhou. The young swordsman in Dongzhou all called him big brothers. I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect that the little bastard would go down a bowl of tea without any reaction. I even scolded me for selling fake goods, which made me embarrassed to ask him for money for tea..."

The young swordsman looked surprised. He just took a bowl of tea, and his past grudges, jealousy, and even the pain of his parents' death all appeared in front of him. If he hadn't been mentally tenacious, he would have fallen into it and could not extricate himself. Hearing this, he said curiously:

"Can this person be cut off from the ruthlessness of the world?"

"No, it's just that I can see it openly. It's a pity that I got started too late and my qualifications are mediocre. Otherwise, based on that state of mind, I will definitely have a place on the mountain in the future."

The young swordsman nodded slightly, without asking any more questions, walked to the wall with his sword, pondered for a moment, and left a line of words on the wall:

Forge a sword for the way of heaven and kill all the demons in the world!

Every word is made of silver hooks and iron, and the sword energy is like a white rainbow!

The old shopkeeper nodded and then sighed:

"If there are immortals, there are demons, there are demons. There are endless demons in the world. How can I kill them all? You kid leave this. It seems like your master, I want to rely on my husband for the rest of my life."

The young swordsman smiled and said, "If you can't kill it all, you will be like this in this life. You will pay back the shopkeeper's tea money in the next life."

The old shopkeeper's eyes were on the snow-white sword in the swordsman's hand:

"I have a good heart, but this sword is too mediocre."

The young swordsman looked at the sword in his hand:

"The sword name is 'Jin Zhou'. It was given by a friend, so I couldn't bear to change it. By the way, my friend is extraordinary. I realized 'Jianyi' when I was a teenager. I have traveled all over the world for so many years, but I have never seen anyone better than him."

The old shopkeeper snorted faintly: "You have only walked a few steps, and I am guarding Thunder Cliff. There are too many swordsmen who come and go from north to south. The swordsman who can really make me look at him differently is the little bastard I met last time. After all, that guy is the most bizarre one of the people who have ever asked for tea.

"No matter how talented other people are, how can they get half as good as the Ten Immortal Lord? Not to mention Ten Immortal Lords, just a sword saint in the East China can crush all the younger generations in the world. After you understand these immortal heroes in the future, you will not be able to say such ignorant words."

In his heart, the young swordsman felt that his friend named Zuo was no worse than those "Sword Gods and Sword Gods", but he didn't know how his friend was doing recently. It was meaningless to argue with the shopkeeper of the tea shop, so he didn't say these gossip...—

The storm and storm rolled up waves several feet high on the sea surface. It was only a few dozen miles away from the coast, so it was difficult to see the prosperous lights of the Dengchao Port again.

The "island" moving forward in the waves made the vast sky power look small, without any ups and downs, and even made the people on it feel like the island is not moving at all, but the coastline is retreating to the east.

The area on Turtle Island is very large, with countless pavilions and towers built. Thousands of people staying on it, but they still don’t feel crowded. They just have a bit of vocals and noise.

Several tall buildings in the center are connected by suspended bridges. There is a small venue between the tall buildings. The dancers and pianists on the boat perform in turn to relieve the loneliness of the distinguished guests in the building. However, if you want to go in and take a seat, you have to collect money for the gods, otherwise you will only be able to see the hazy phantom.

In a guest room on the third floor, Xie Qiutao was sitting on the chess couch at the window, holding a pipa in his arms, and was seriously influencing the little dragon turtle according to the guidance of the deacon on the boat. The way of influence was to play the song for the little dragon turtle!

Dang Dang Dang

The big string is as loud as a drum, and the small string is as sharp as a gong.

I don’t know if the little dragon turtle was moved, but I never dared to move anyway.

The dumpling did not shook his head with the explosive sound of the pipa. At this time, he stood alone on the windowsill, looking at a garden in the distance, confused.

The garden is a "beast circle", but it is very different from the animal circle of a small ferry on the land. It is isolated from the surrounding formations to prevent the spirit beasts from running around. The internal area is clear, and it looks more like a zoo when you hit it, and the environment is excellent.

For monks, the spiritual pet is not a cat or a dog, but a very trusted partner. Most monks would rather suffer a little by themselves than treat the spiritual pet badly. The owner of Turtle Island has done a good job in this regard, and specially placed the beast balls where guests can see it at a glance.

Although the larger spirit beast is more aggrieved due to space reasons and can only honestly explain it in the fence, the place where it is located is clean, and there is also a beautiful lady who cares about her well-being, delivers fruits and snacks on time to relieve boredom.

Small-sized spirit beasts are much more comfortable. Various rare beasts are divided into a large garden according to their species, and are specially accompanied by animal taming experts from the sect because they don’t eat much, so they have enough snacks.

In a garden in Linhai, there was even an old man sitting next to fishing. Dozens of little spirit beasts were squatting next to him, waiting eagerly. There were even a few smart little monkeys who were fishing next to him with a fishing rod.

Tuanzi looked at the lively amusement park, then looked down at a small pile of pine nuts next to the claws, and said, "Ji?", and the black eyes were full of doubts about life.

On the other hand, Zuo Lingquan also had a little doubt about life.

The guest room in Jiazi is a suite. Although the space is not large, it is divided into a tea room and a bedroom. The relationship between the two women and Zuo Lingquan is different. Xie Qiutao lives in a slightly larger tea room outside, while Zuo Lingquan and Tang Jingyin live in the bedroom in the inner room.

Zuo Lingquan took off his sword and stood at the window of the bedroom. He watched the well-behaved little spirit beast rolling in the beast circle and acting cute, and was speechless for a long time.

Tang Jingwen was already quite thrifty, but after boarding the ship, she was even more annoyed and muttered:

"If I had known, I would have thrown the dumplings to the animal circle and asked someone to go through the back door to open such a room. Except for the larger place, there is no benefit, and the money is not worth it at all..."

"Why don't you send the dumplings over? I think the dumplings are having fun there..."

"It is trying to live with us. Now that the money has been spent, I will not be a sucker after sending it over. Let it stay in the house. If you dare to make trouble, you will sell it for the money of taking a boat..."

Zuo Lingquan felt that it would be more at ease to stay by his side, so he didn't say much about it and sat down on the futoner by the window.

The guest rooms in the building are for distinguished guests with family backgrounds. They are not useless as Jingyun said. They are equipped with everything they should have. The layout of the bedroom is similar to that of Xianjia Inn, and it is more like a training room. The meditation place is gorgeous and spacious, and the bed is placed in a corner that is not in the way.

The lights were on in the room, and Tang Jingyan had nothing to do. She stood beside the bed and leaned over to tidy up her clothes.

Because he was facing his back, Zuo Lingquan could see the full buttocks behind the hem of the skirt with plump lines and tension, swaying slightly with movements. Although the hem of the skirt could not be seen, the outline could still evoke the beautiful memories of the time he was holding and chewing.

After the New Year's Eve, Zuo Lingquan started to close the Changguan Pass. After leaving the customs, he was busy and started to enjoy it. He didn't have time to enjoy it. Last time, he gave Lingye the Phoenix Fire that Jingyan gave more.

At this time, when we arrived on the ferry, our cultivation reached a bottleneck and there was no use to practice. There was no other thing to do, so our minds naturally became a little drifty.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at the swaying back of Jingwei, coughed lightly, raised his hand to close the window, and unfolded the isolation formation in the room.

The rock pipa in the tea room outside disappeared without a trace.

Tang Jingwen folded his clothes carefully, noticed something strange, and paused his movements slightly. He looked around and looked around for a few times. After reacting, his face turned red, his movements slowed down a little, and he hummed the little song in a low voice, pretending that he didn't notice anything.

Zuo Lingquan sat on the cushion, rubbed his fingers gently, and thought for a while and said:

"Caring, what is the ancestor doing now? Can you feel it?"

"I've asked a long time ago. It's okay tonight, so let's do it ourselves."

“…”

Zuo Lingquan was speechless and said to himself, "Don't say it earlier." He smiled:

"Okay, stop cleaning up, just a few clothes, and you can't fold the flowers."

"What are you anxious about? How many months will you take?"

Tang Jingwen also felt the truth, but no one snatched her from this trip, so she naturally had to be more reserved. After she put the clothes into Linglong Pavilion, she took out a few more pieces and held them in her hand and shook them:

"What do you want your sister to wear? Is it the kind of slutty Lingye or the kind of slutty Qingwan?"

He held clothes in his hands, all of which were close-fitting clothes.

There are relatively conservative carp among the flowers, embroidered with fish lotus leaves; there are also Lingye’s own modified styles, which are hollow and translucent as a whole, and are only embroidered at the key points on the mountain.

In addition, there are more styles of pants, and the least fabric is the small triangle piece connected with two tethers, as well as rolled stockings, suspender stockings, etc., with various colors.

Zuo Lingquan sat upright, as if he was choosing a practice technique. After a few careful glances, he looked at the top of the table.
To be continued...