The news of the disciples received by Jingtutai was sent to all places overnight by the court. If nothing unexpected happens, people will arrive in the capital one after another from tomorrow. As the largest cultivation sect of the Great Dan Dynasty, Qihuang Valley naturally acted as the host in this matter, and the valley may be busy for a few days.

After resting at my third uncle's house for a night, it was just dawn. Zuo Lingquan rode out of the mansion on his horse. On the way, he remembered that he saw Tang Jingyan in the sky yesterday, so he went to the small street of the dock to take a look.

As March approaches, there are more merchants coming and going from north to south in Donghua City, and the streets along the river are crowded with people. The doors of the wine shops have already opened, and wine banners are floating in the spring breeze. However, there are only a few people who come to drink small wine in the morning. There are no guests in the shop, and Tang Jingyan, who often stands at the door, is nowhere to be seen.

"Sister Tang?"

Zuo Lingquan called out at the door, but did not receive a response. Instead, there was a 'twist' sound of 'twist' sound in the backyard. He thought Tang Jingyan was busy working in the backyard, so he walked through the hall and picked up the curtains and took a look inside.

The backyard is not big, with a well next to the yard wall, a bedroom to the west, a kitchen to the east, and a lock on the door of the main house. It has been a long time since the traces were opened. The window of the west wing was pulled by a clothesline, and the other end was tied to the branches of the old osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard, and several colorful dresses were hung.

In addition, under the eaves of the west wing, there is a bamboo bird cage, which is locked in it - the bird is as big as a parrot, with a snow-white head and a white belly, but its eyes and beak are pure black, and its wings and tail are also slightly black feathers. It is fat and strong. From the front, it looks like a glutinous rice ball, with round eyes and small eyes a little stupid.

"Zhazha——"

When I found a stranger in, the birds screamed even more fiercely.

Zuo Lingquan knew that Tang Jingyan had raised a little bird to relieve her boredom, but this was the first time she saw it, and thought it was quite cute. She walked up to her and wanted to tease the stupid bird.

But unexpectedly, the bird was very smart. When he noticed someone approached, he actually used his beak to pick the snap of the bird cage and flew directly out.

Zuo Lingquan was stunned, afraid that the bird would fly away, so he raised his hand to grab the bird; he was worried that he would grab the bird to death, so he used his strength very lightly, but he was still very fast, but he didn't expect that his claw would pass and he would catch it in vain.

"grumble--"

The little bird that looks like a round ball seems to be unable to fly, but moves very quickly. Maybe it was frightened and ran around in the yard, chirping non-stop.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were unexpected and worried that the bird would fly away. Tang Jingyan would come back and blame him. He picked up a big basket and went forward to catch it, and said with a smile:

"Don't run, don't run, my brother is not a bad guy..."

In the elegant courtyard, there was a sudden chaos.

The bird may have been frightened by Zuo Lingquan and ran back and forth between the osmanthus tree, chicken cage, and melon rack. All kinds of cobras maneuvered, throwing away the basket behind it, and flapping its afterimages with its small wings.

Zuo Lingquan was a little overwhelmed when he was two or three times, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He could only chase him from behind and press him with a basket to prevent the bird from flying out of the wall.

After chasing each other for a long time, the bird finally had no way to escape. Zuo Lingquan held a big basket and blocked it in the corner of the chicken cage. He hid behind the two hens laying eggs and shivered. The hen was frightened and clamored.

Zuo Lingquan breathed a sigh of relief, held the basket slowly approached, but before he could even put the birds on the frame, the wine shop outside heard a fierce scolding sounded:

"Which bastard steals my mother's chicken..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Jingyan, who had a bead hairpin and a cloth skirt, rushed in from the hall of the restaurant; she was carrying a bamboo basket on her wrist, containing the freshly bought vegetables and fruits; her right hand was a fire stick, and her eyes were fierce.

However, after seeing Zuo Lingquan holding up the basket, like a hungry tiger pounced on her food, her eyes were stunned again.

(⊙_⊙;)?

The little birds blocked in the chicken cage saw Tang Jingyan as if they had seen a savior. They flew over and crawled into Tang Jingyan's chest from the neckline, then arched around and poked out their round little head, fierce:

"twitter--"

Zuo Lingquan put down the basket and said a little embarrassedly: "Well... I just saw the bird running out, afraid of flying away, so..." He looked at the yard that was a little messed up by him and quickly tidied it up.

Tang Jingwen knew that this broken bird was as timid as a mouse. Seeing that it was Zuo Lingquan, the ferocious spirit on his face naturally disappeared. He raised his hand and patted it on his clothes, scolding:

"If you run around secretly in the future, I will throw you away and find another family to feed you."

The bird shrank on the neckline, and naturally slapped the bird without slapping it on the bird, but slapped it under the big dumpling. The bulging collar suddenly bounced several times, causing the bird to shut its beak and nodded like pounding garlic.

Zuo Lingquan Yuguang saw this imaginative scene and said in his heart, "What a tiger." This was hard to say. He pretended to be unseen, and after packing up the objects in the yard, he asked:

"Sister Tang, this bird is quite smart. What kind of breed is it?"

Tang Jingyan turned around, lifted the bird from her clothes, stuffed it into the bird cage, and replied with some disgust:

"I don't know the varieties of sparrows flying in the mountains. At first I thought they were pretty and well-behaved, so I fed some rice and grain. Later, I found out that they were greedy and naughty, and I couldn't even knock them away, so I raised them. They looked like glutinous rice dumplings, so I gave them the name "bulbs".

The Changqing Mountains are near Donghua City, with fierce and cruel beasts inside, and of course there are also gentle and peaceful small animals. It is not uncommon to be caught or run out by themselves and be kept as pets.

Zuo Lingquan looked at it twice, except for thinking that the bird was flying fast, and did not find anything special, and responded:

"As the saying goes, 'Good birds choose trees to live in', Tuanzi probably thinks that Sister Tang is kind-hearted and friendly, so she sticks to Sister Tang."

"Hmph~ Your mouth is quite sweet. This is called 'A good person is bullied'. I am so kind to it that it stays by eating mine and drinking mine..."

Tang Jingwen locked the bird cage and put the vegetables and fruits he bought into the kitchen, asking:

"Xiao Zuo, why did you come here early in the morning? Don't go to practice?"

"I was about to go, so I came over and said hello. By the way, yesterday I came back with the National Master Baihe Fly. When I passed Linhefang, I saw you in the sky."

"Um?"

Tang Jingwen wiped his hands with a towel and looked up at the roof:

"Flying back, from the sky? Why didn't I see it?"

Zuo Lingquan opened the curtain and entered the restaurant hall with Tang Jingwen:

"Flying higher, it seems that from here it is no different from a bird."

Tang Jingwen had never experienced the feeling of flying in the sky, so he was a little curious:

"What does it feel like to fly into the sky? Do you feel like you are all light? When I was dreaming, I used to fly by, and then I waved my hand and flew from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain..."

When people grow tall, they will indeed dream of flying. Zuo Lingquan is not surprised by this, explaining:

"In fact, it's similar to riding a horse and a car, and the scenery you see in the sky is different from that on the ground. If you want to fly freely, you must be a real god."

"A real god?"

Tang Jingwen stayed in the market all year round and didn't know much about practice. He asked, "There are any fake gods?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't know how to answer this question, and thought about it and said:

"Only people with higher knowledge of Taoism can fly."

Tang Jingyan thought about it for a while, nodded in a vague way, took a pot of wine, sat at the window of the wine shop, and poured a bowl for Zuo Lingquan:

"It may be difficult to learn how to fly. I have been running a winery in the pier for more than ten years. I have seen many people excitedly bringing their children to learn from their masters, but I have never seen anyone who can fly. Almost everyone stayed in Qihuang Valley for a few years, and when they grow up, they left in disheartened. They feel like they are doing useless work."

Zuo Lingquan agrees with this sentence.

Practice is like a big wave scrubbing sand. The threshold is low, but the difficulty of climbing up is comparable to climbing to heaven. This is the same as becoming a monk - a person can become a monk after shaving his hair, but how many people will eventually become Buddhas?

"Yes, most people are doing useless work, but they are involved in practice. Even if they cannot fly or live forever, they will still have the benefits of maintaining health and prolonging their lives."

When Tang Jingwen heard the "health preservation and beauty", she became interested. She supported her side face with her hands and asked curiously:

"I have heard this. I still want to kill the shameless group of Chen's family. Xiao Zuo, how old can I live if I practice it?"

Zuo Lingquan just picked up the wine bowl, and when he heard this, he put it down again, he said unexpectedly:

"Sister Tang wants to practice?"

Tang Jingyan didn't mean that, and the topic ended here. She sighed quietly:

"Is it because my sister, I'm too old?"

"How could it be, as young as me, how old can I be?

Zuo Lingquan avoided this proposition with flowing water.

Regarding the issue of the age of cultivation, Zuo Lingquan once asked Wu Qingwan, after all, he is also an older player.

People start practicing at the age of six because at the age of six, their intelligence and physical development are at the most perfect balance point; when they develop too early, their intelligence is not sound, and too late, they pass the best period to nourish their bodies. Being over six is ​​not impossible to practice, but the older they are, the more difficult it is.

"It's difficult to practice. I haven't reached the threshold for fourteen years. If you want to try it, I can teach you. As for whether you have gained something, I really can't guarantee it. No one can guarantee it."

Tang Jingwen lived alone all year round and had nothing to do. Seeing this, she smiled and said, "Okay, just teach me. Even someone who is so powerful can't learn it. I want to see how difficult it is."

Zuo Lingquan's "The Practice of Growing Qi" can only be refined to the third level, and it is not impossible to be circulated outside. He was not stingy and took it out of his arms and handed it to Tang Jingying:

"Sister Tang is interested, just take it and take a look."

Tang Jingwen took the booklet, looked around, and saw the densely packed small words on it, so he closed and tightened his arms:

"I guess I can only have a look. By the way, where are you looking for your girl last time?"

"She, probably she's busy."

"That girl is so beautiful, her breasts are...hehe, she just looks like a little jealous jar. Who is she? She isn't her previous love, right?"

Zuo Lingquan knew that Tang Jingyan wanted to say, "My breasts are almost catching up with my sister." It was indeed the case, but it was obviously inappropriate to say in front of him. He was also mentally strong, so he did not show any abnormality. Feng Qingyun said:

"It's not my previous relationship, well... it's a long story."

"hehe……"

Tang Jingyan only thought it was Zuo Lingquan who didn't want to talk about such sensitive private matters, and it was a bit embarrassing to say the wrong thing, and pursed his lips and talked about other trivial matters...

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These two chapters have some settings, and it feels like the writing is a bit complicated. There was still a paragraph that was deleted and put in the writer's words.

The protagonist starts practicing at the age of three. If it doesn't count, then it starts after six or seven chapters.
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