"Try to confront your husband again?"

"I'm going to say..."

Next door, another room on the ferry.

The young woman with a flower hairpin stood at the window, looking at the sea of ​​clouds, her cheeks gradually showed chills under the autumn moon.

The short-distance ferry, the isolation formation is not good, and the young woman in the flower hairpin is too high. At such a close distance, although she can't see the details, she can still use the leaked aftershocks to express a rough word.

No beauty...

Fat……

The woman in the flower hairpin slowly clenched her hands, turned her head and glanced at her waist, then turned her eyes back, her eyes getting colder.

When a peak monk goes out, he will most likely change his body shape. In order not to be noticed, he will only fine-tune so that his body will not become strange, nor will he force himself to become ugly.

Although the figure of the young woman with a flower hairpin is not as good as that of her originally proud and beautiful pearls and jade, she is also a rare best in the world.

Is it not good to have flesh on your buttocks?

Don’t they say “bee waist, fat butt, beautiful shoulders, and fairies are killed in red gauze tent”?

Is this guy blind?

The young woman in the flower hairpin took a breath and suppressed the turmoil in her heart. However, after a little silence, her body still changed slightly, slightly flattened, and then looked back and looked like she was malnourished, forget it...—

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang"

"Jijijijijijiji"

In another room, the crisp sound of the pipa and the birds intersected, and together composed a cheerful music.

Xie Qiutao sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the iron pipa in his hand, and his five fingers were playing like a flying splash.

Tuanzi stood on the windowsill, shaking her furry head with a rhythmic feeling up and down.

Only the little dragon turtle, who was stepped on by Tuanzi as a stage, was quietly huddled in the shell, looking at the two crazy people.

Xie Qiutao's eyes were full of smiles, but she was also a little dazzled today in Duobaotan. Zuo Lingquan's domineering appearance was always lingering in his mind.

She felt that it was not her fault, because such a manly man would probably not be impressed by the fairy; if it were her who showed her power today, Zuo Lingquan would probably look at her with admiration, it would be the same.

Alas~ Sister Jingying probably admired her very much, otherwise she wouldn't have been on the boat and drove the dumpling over...

I guess I'm wearing that small cloth now, kissing the Zuo Young Master...

Hey~...

Xie Qiutao's face turned red. As a young girl who is always sixteen years old, she was really embarrassed to think about these things, so she swept away her thoughts and stopped playing the pipa.

The dumpling that shook his head and paused, and saw that the music was no longer played, so he raised his head:

"grumble?"

"What are you doing? Sleep well."

Xie Qiutao stood up, hung the pipa on his back, held the dumpling and the little dragon turtle over, and put them into the quilt together.

Duanzi was reluctant, but still lay on the pillow, holding a thin quilt in his bird's beak, covering himself.

"Be good~"

Xie Qiutao nodded with satisfaction and came outside the room.

The ferry is built by a small sect. It is not large in scale. The boat building has only two floors, eight wing rooms on the second floor, and the hall on the first floor. Most monks who can take such a boat are low-level monks who go to nearby to do business and explore treasures. There are fewer rooms, and there are many people in the boat hall on the first floor.

Xie Qiutao came to the aisle on the second floor, looked relaxed, and walked slowly outside Zuo Lingquan's room, his ears moved, wanting to see what tricks were playing inside.

But with Xie Qiutao's teachings, it is natural that Zuo Lingquan was lying down, and asked Bai Yueliang to come to him, carefully enjoying the moon and savoring the flowers. After walking back and forth twice, he went down the stairs in disappointment.

Xie Qiutao loves lively. In the past, he never drove a room by taking a ferry. He talked nonsense with monks from all over the world in the lobby, and picked up some vacancy.

There are no seats on the first floor of the ferry. Nearly a hundred monks stood in the lobby and deck, talking nonsense in groups of three or five, and there were also a few little pharmacists and talismans, walking back and forth to promote the elixirs and talismans produced by their own sects.

The bottom of the path of practice is the most realistic and interesting place.

Everyone holds the dream of one day at the top of the mountain, struggling in a small place, full of passion and passion, doing small things that the wealthy family will never look at.

Xie Qiutao had heard a saying before, saying, "It's not that people who are waiting on the top of the mountain, but that they are self-pity." She used to think nonsense, but after seeing Shangguan Zu and others, she realized that this sentence must be said by a master of enlightenment.

Because the higher the path of cultivation, the fewer friends there will be, and there will be no passion and passion for hunting treasures everywhere. After walking to the top of the mountain, only the heart of Tao is left to stick to the Tao, stay alone on the mountain, staring at the shadows in a daze.

It feels terrible to think about it, so God should not harm others. Let Taotao bear this invincible loneliness...

Xie Qiutao thought about life secretly, and as she thought about it, her thoughts drifted away.

She shook her head, swept away her messy thoughts, and listened to the conversations of many young cultivators.

The news of the Tao of Practice is very fast, and the ship comes out of the Thunder Cliff. Someone has already begun to talk about what happened in Duobaotan, but after word of mouth, the style of painting has gradually become outrageous and has become:

"...It's true that it's love killing. Han Jianxian from Luojian Mountain, the Taoist couple had an affair with someone, and they found someone to settle the score. They were beaten on the spot and vomited three liters of blood..."

"It's too much to steal a human-spirited couple and beat someone..."

"What's this? It was so amazing later. After defeating Han Jianxian, the swordsman pulled his robe in front of thousands of people. What do you think?"

"how?"

"The little dragon is more than seven inches long and has a forearm thick mushroom cap. He said on the spot, "Do you know why she is so devoted to this Sword Immortal?"

"Wow!"??

Pooh

Xie Qiutao was shocked and angry suddenly came up. He knew that the casual cultivator liked to tell nonsense, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

I wanted to go up and say a few words, but as the old ancestor on the top of the mountain, he was a little girl, so it was not appropriate to go up and argue about these things.

Therefore, after listening to the audience for a long time, Xie Qiutao still didn't care about these idle men. He came to the deck and secretly thought about what the "mushroom cover" means.

Before I could figure out the reason, another team of monks' chats came into my ears:

"...This year's Yuefu Mid-Autumn Festival, Yingyang Fairy Palace and Guigu Gorge will all go there. It is said that Mr. Sanzhu, who is known as the most famous piano trajectory, will also present to present songs..."

"Oh, who can listen to music in such a serious occasion? Don't you all go to see the fairy..."

"This time, Mr. Sanzhu went to Qianqiu Yuefu and said that he was offering a song. He was obviously challenging in secret, which was similar to Wenjian. Mr. Sanzhu was famous and admired many people. It is said that the Qu family of Lihe specially took out all the guqin treasured at home and lend it to Mr. Sanzhu for use. What is Qingxiao, Qingxiao..."

...

Xie Qiutao was listening casually, but when he heard this, his expression suddenly condensed and turned around and said:

"Qingxiaohe cried?"

The little cultivator who was talking slapped his forehead:

"Yes, yes, Qingxiaohe cried, has the girl heard of this?"

Xie Qiutao blinked, looking a little dazed, as if he had recalled something.

"I've heard of some, but I don't know much."

After saying that, he went back to the boat to hug himself...—

Three thousand miles north of Thunder Cliff, Luojian Mountain.

Luojian Mountain is named after the two immortal mountains, Hanzhi Peak and Sugu Peak.

The two peaks are towering into the clouds. At dusk, the gap between them looks like a red sword falling from the sky. After seeing them, the first ancestor named them "Loose Sword" and opened a sect and established a temple. This has been rooted in the world and has been passed down to this day.

Huajunzhou and Yuyaozhou are completely different. There are only eight and a half families in Yuyaozhou. They have been strong since their appearance and have not changed much. This is not the case in Huajunzhou. It has never been cut off from ancient times, and it is difficult to count how many sects have appeared. As long as it is still alive, the ancestors have been more or less rich.

Whether the immortal sect is strong depends on the top power. As long as a genius emerges and successfully reaches the top of the mountain, it will be enough to carry a small portal of hundreds of people into a wealthy family that can compete with heroes from all sides.

The opposite is true. Once the ancestor who was supporting the store died, the younger generation was in trouble. A wealthy family like the Tiecu Mansion could instantly become a second-rate.

To put it bluntly, the path of cultivation is a place where you speak with your fists. No matter how many disciples you have, other families will not lack them. Those who support the store are not the opponents of the other party, and they only speak with a low voice.

For example, the right to mint coins in Tiecu Mansion is not in charge of Shangguan Laozu, and Fulongshan will give concessions in accordance with the rules of Shangguan Laozu and let resources be redistributed.

Cultivation resources are the lifeline of the sect. If there is any loss, they will fall into a vicious cycle.

And this is not considered to be suppressed by others, but to let your sect return to a position that matches your strength.

This is true for many sects in Huajunzhou. As soon as the ancestor of the head died, the family business began to decline. After several generations of people could not make a comeback, they would have no power to turn over and gradually become marginal forces until they completely disappeared.

Luojianshan is in a relatively good situation, but it is far inferior to the past.

In ancient times, Luojianshan even served as the "Sword Leader" for a period of time. Juejian Cliff had to avoid its sharp edge, and other sects were even younger brothers in Luojianshan's eyes.

After the ancestor passed away, Luojianshan began to go downhill, but it was still a top immortal, and it lasted for a long time until he took office as the ancestor.

The predecessor was considered the ancestor of Zhongxing and lifted up the sect a lot, but later he became a little bit arrogant and wanted to challenge the status of Juejian Cliff again and recreate the glory of Luojian Mountain back then.

But the head of Jue Jian Cliff is already the ancestor of the Sword God Huang Chao!

How strong is Huang Chao Ancestor is? Like other "Ten People on the Mountain", no one knows at all, because no one can ever force an immortal king of this level into a desperate situation.

Luo Jianshan served as the ancestor and wanted to shake the position of the Sword God. He issued three battle books, and the old sword god asked him to practice for another hundred years.

Three hundred years later, he was rejected again. The predecessor of the predecessor could not bear it anymore and said that the predecessor of Huang Chao was not afraid to fight. Everyone knows what happened next:

Luojian Mountain has really become Luojian Mountain.
To be continued...