Tang Jingwen has a cheerful and enthusiastic personality, but she has little experience after all, so she is not as relaxed as Qingwan. She picked up the small cloth and looked at it, feeling a little embarrassed:

"This? Well..."

Zuo Lingquan knew that Jingyan couldn't even cover her hair, so he spread his hands slightly:

"Do you have one?"

“…”

Tang Jingyan's face turned red, she glared at Zuo Lingquan slightly, but did not refute, and ran behind the screen with her clothes.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan did not rush to peek at him. He just waited for a gift, waiting for Jingyan to come out to surprise him...—

Immortals are divided into different levels, which is particularly obvious on the ferry.

The rich family members and the high-level immortals can listen to music and play chess in spacious pavilions and other places, enjoying the service of their beautiful wives and concubines. The ordinary monks who are short of money can only hang out on the outside and walk around to relieve the loneliness of the long journey.

On the viewing veranda outside Turtle Island, there are many monks who have bought station tickets, standing by the fence with their hands behind their backs, looking at the huge waves on the sea, trying to look at the viewing scene as much as possible, so as not to see the passing fellow Taoists that they can't afford the lowest-level guest room, so they have no choice but to stand here.

Wu Laodao, wearing a Taoist robe, walked in the corridor with his stupid disciples. When he arrived at a place where no one was around, he gave a serious lecture:

"People in practice, especially Taoist priests, should learn to be indifferent to fame and fortune. Comparing with others for food, clothing, housing and transportation, or feeling inferior, means that their heart towards Tao is not pure enough..."

The little Taoist priest around him, named Lu Qing, looked at the central area from time to time, looking for the port to meet the figure of a fairy. When he heard the words of his master, he responded:

"Master, you really didn't want to spend more money on the gods to open a room, so you wandered around here at night?"

"Oh, rotten wood cannot be carved. People who practice cultivation can sleeplessly. What is the difference between standing here and staying in the house?"

"You can meditate in the house. The spiritual energy outside is thin, so the disciples must be careful when breathing. Didn't the master say, 'The path of cultivation is slower and slower,'? It's been a few months..."

“…”

Old Dao Wu raised his hand and slashed the back of the Taoist priest's head.

The little Taoist priest said "Ouch~" and did not dare to talk back to the master anymore. He followed behind honestly and looked like he was wandering around.

Old Dao Wu sighed secretly, with a little helplessness in his eyes. It was not that his family was shabby and he couldn't even afford to open a low-end room, but he didn't expect that his disciple had been exposed to too many extravagant scenes of the path of cultivation as soon as he walked onto the path of cultivation, and he didn't know the joys and sorrows of the bottom.

You have to experience these things yourself. It’s meaningless for the master to preach. The apprentice complains that he is stingy for a while. It’s always better that he will be gone in the past and the apprentice is unsupervised and goes on a wrong path.

However, the little Taoist priest was pure and he was walking around the street with his master, so he naturally had no complaints.

After wandering around the viewing veranda, the little Taoist priest seemed to feel something. He came to the fence and looked at the sea below and said happily:

"Wow! Master, look, there is a big dragon underneath."

"Um?"

Old Dao Wu was stunned. This place was only more than two hundred miles away from the coast, and all the sea beasts were captured by casual cultivators. Where did the dragon come from? He thought his disciple was talking nonsense, so he casually came to the fence and looked at the sea.

When I see this, my hair stands upside down!

I saw two highlights under the dark sea surface, about two miles deep, but the highlights were clearly visible, like two firefly lamps in the underworld, looking at the Turtle Island on the sea in the depths of the ink abyss.

Old Dao Wu could tell that it was a pair of eyes, but it was hard to believe it, because from the distance between the pupils, the heads of the giant creature below were probably bigger than those of Turtle Island. If it was a dragon, its length would be too small to describe it as a thousand feet long. It would be easy to swallow this Turtle Island in one bite.

"this……"

Old Dao Wu's face turned pale, and he just looked at the eyes of the pupils at the bottom of the sea and felt the trembling deep in his soul.

This is Tianwei!

While the two discovered something strange, there was also movement in other parts of Turtle Island.

On the other side of the beast circle, the spiritual beasts of the dragon crawled on the ground and bowed together. The other spiritual beasts, regardless of their size or realm, stood still and shivered. Some timid people were frightened and fainted. Even the dumplings squatting on the windowsill, doubting their lives, got into the quilt, and they looked cowardly like "I can't see birds, I can't see birds..."

As the main body of Turtle Island, Takuten Tsubaha no longer dared to move. He raised his giant head from the sea and looked at its master in panic.

The human monk who reacted slightly slower gradually noticed something strange, and the entire Turtle Island was silent in an instant.

Guidao is the economic pillar of the sect. Qianxing Island specializes in dozens of Youhuang, the sect's ferry guarding the cross-sea ferry. Huang Ji, the owner of Guidao, is also an immortal master in the middle stage of the jade rank. The overall combat power of the ferry is no less than that of any of the nine sects.

But at this time, many immortal guards looked at it and were stunned. After all, the thing under the sea was so large that it was unheard of. I am afraid that the ancestor of the Styx, one of the ten immortal kings, would not dare to move when he came.

This place has just left the continental shelf of Yuyaozhou, and is only about two hundred miles away from climbing Chaogang. No one could have thought of how such a big dragon approached.

Many monks and even worshippers had pale faces and did not even dare to fly away. Only Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island, whispered to disperse the deacons on the ship, poured treasures of heaven and earth into the sea to sacrifice to the sea, and contacted the lords of the nine sects to come and help.

But the closest Lord Wanghai found something was wrong, so he turned around and flew inland. He looked like he didn't even want to protect him from the Chaogang...—

Earlier, in a tall building.

Zuo Lingquan sat cross-legged in the room, looking at the concave and convex shadows on the screen, gradually showing a dragon raising his head.

After a while, Tang Jingwen whispered for a while, her mature and beautiful cheeks first appeared from behind the screen, and her eyes were shy and muttered slightly:

"Xiao Zuo, is this thing really a serious girl dare to wear on her body? Qingwan and the others can think of it..."

Zuo Lingquan kept the clouds and the wind lightly to avoid calmness and silence to see that he was anxious and said softly:

"Come out, I've seen everything, what are you afraid of when wearing clothes?"

Tang Jingyan's face became hot, and hesitated for a while, but he walked out slowly with his arms in his arms.

Under the light, the white tofu-like figure made the whole house look a little brighter at this time. The place where it should be plump, but there was no trace of fat around the waist, which was flawless.

Zuo Lingquan's breathing condensed slightly, and he didn't know where to look first. He tried to be calm as usual:

"Come here, be careful of catching a cold."

This excuse is so stupid that I can't find it.

Tang Jingwen didn't say anything, bit her lower lip and came to the futon. After thinking about it, she plucked up her courage to tiptoe and turn around in the same place:

"How is it? Is it good-looking?"

The white moon, which is as round as the full moon, has ripples as the movements, and the hollow fabric is also stumbled up and down.

The fragrant wind blew on his face, Zuo Lingquan sat on the cushion, his eyes facing the moon, feeling that his throat was about to smoke, he swallowed his saliva and patted it lightly, causing a wave:

"Is this a question? It looks good naturally."

"Hmph~"

Tang Jingyan bit her lower lip and let go of her holding hands.

Zuo Lingquan admired it with satisfaction. He was about to say a few gossips to relax Jingyan, but Jingyan frowned: "What the hell is this damn woman..." As he said that, a faint golden light appeared in his eyes.?

Zuo Lingquan was used to being scared, but this time he was not stunned. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and was confused. Didn’t he agree not to disturb him? Could it be that Jingyan didn’t say hello just now...

As my thoughts moved, the woman in front of me still turned into seriousness and seriousness.

Four eyes are opposite.

Zuo Lingquan blinked, and the first sentence was: "Mother-in-law...she...she, you..." He swept up and down in his words...

You're so sexy...

Old Ancestor Shangguan found that he was not holding his mouth to his mouth, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but looked down at him...!!
Chapter completed!