Rush rust...

The windows illuminated by the white morning light, the sound had just stopped, and the warmth and faint fragrance remained in the boudoir.

The curtain opened like water waves, revealing two figures of human beings.

Zuo Lingquan lay flat on the pillow, his smile still dispersed. The spread of books were placed in front of the pillow, and there was a stacked handkerchief next to it.

Xie Qiutao was naked with snow back, lying on Zuo Lingquan's chest like a cat, with a sweet smile on her face, sleeping a little deeper, her eyes moved slightly, probably dreaming.

Zuo Lingquan knew that Qiutao was exhausted, so he naturally did not wake her up. He just lay quietly, pulled up the thin quilt, and played with the little jasper turtle in his hand. He recalled the years since he met Qiutao.

Originally, this warm atmosphere would last for a long time until Qiu Tao wakes up.

But there were more than two people in the house. As soon as it was dawn, the sound of flapping wings sounded outside the window, and it fell on the windowsill, and then it began:

Dong, Dong...

The sound of knocking on the window with small paws was not as rapid and powerful as usual. It sounded like a young monk who had not woken up, getting up and knocking on wooden fish, and then fell asleep as he knocked.

"Yeah~..."

Qiu Tao, who was sleeping soundly on her chest, moved her eyelashes slightly, and then she snorted gently, then opened her eyes suddenly, turned her head up, and checked left and right.

Zuo Lingquan smiled and said softly: "Don't be excited, have a good rest, I'll go feed the dumpling."

"It's over..."

Xie Qiutao didn't listen at all. She seemed to be late for class and was busy putting her bellyband on her body:

"I promised to accompany Senior Sister Qiu to get up early to feed the turtle, and I forgot everything..."

Zuo Lingquan sat up and helped Qiutao tie the lace behind him, shook his head and said:

"The genius is just dawn, it's early, don't be so anxious."

Xie Qiutao looked at the sky carefully before he felt relieved. However, with Senior Sister Qiu on her back, she secretly had a sweet thing with Zuo Lingquan in the house. Senior Sister Qiu knew that it was still shameful. She quickly put on her clothes:

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense. Sister Qiu knew that I was eating alone, so she would definitely laugh at me. Well... you should get up too quickly and say we are practicing at night."

This is not the same as not saying it...

Zuo Lingquan nodded with a smile, got up and put on his clothes, and was worried that Qiutao would not stand steadily.

As a result, Qiu Tao was really strong and didn't want to move just now. Now she had nothing to do. She quickly cleaned up the house and ran out of the door, like a gust of wind.

Zuo Lingquan sighed lightly, followed him out of the door, picked up the dumplings that were sleeping soundly on the windowsill, and followed.

The endless spring rain nourishes all things without any signs of stopping. The pavilions and towers on the banks of Xuanwu Lake are hidden between the rain and fog, appearing faintly, like a plain ink painting.

Miss Qiu was wearing a white dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing quietly by the lakeside, looking down at several cute little spirit turtles on the lakeshore.

Mei Jinshui and Cui Yingying were not with Zuo Lingquan, so they drank a big drink together all night, but they have not finished yet.

At this time, the master and apprentice were sitting on a terrace near a lakeside pavilion and put on a painting table. Mei Jinshui painted the beautiful scenery of the spring river with her pen, and Cui Yingying was playing the piano beside her to entertain her. If both of them were not drunk and looked a little lazy, the scene could be said to be very beautiful.

Like Zuo Lingquan, Miss Qiu has been focusing on swordsmanship and practice since childhood, and has turned a blind eye to things outside the window. In other words, she doesn’t have much time to study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is not very proficient.

In addition, she was a little older than Mei Jinshui's master and apprentice, so Miss Qiu couldn't come over and have fun together. She just waited quietly by the lakeside for Qiu Tao, who had disappeared all night.

Although Miss Qiu was pure, she was a veteran after all. Zuo Lingquan didn't sneak into her bed last night; Sister Yingying drank a big drink all night and was not with Zuo Lingquan, and she already understood what was going on.

After all, she didn't believe that Zuo Lingquan could sleep alone at night. If she didn't bully her and Sister Yingying, she would definitely be bullying other girls.

Miss Qiu was naturally not jealous of this, and she just sighed in her heart that Qiutao finally thought about it. If Qiutao continues to twist, Yunzhi might have started to breastfeed her child, and Qiutao is still playing with firecrackers outside.

While waiting by the lake, the trotting footsteps rang out from behind.

Step on the pedal-

Miss Qiu looked back and Xie Qiutao ran out of the yard with her little skirt. After seeing her, she quickly slowed down and looked like nothing had happened, and greeted her with a smile:

"Senior Sister Qiu, it's early~"

Behind, Zuo Lingquan was wearing a white robe and followed slowly, carrying a dumpling that was still dozing off on his shoulders.

Miss Qiu glanced at Zuo Lingquan with a strange look. She walked to Qiutao and covered her umbrella over her head:

"Morning. Did you sleep comfortably last night?"

"Uh..." Xie Qiutao's face turned a little red, and she curled her hair on her temples: "What are you sleeping? I was practicing last night..."

Miss Qiu didn't have a melon. Seeing Qiutao still wanted to fool her, she didn't say much. She turned her wrist and took out a small red purse from her sleeve and put it in Qiutao's hand:

"That."

"Hmm?" Xie Qiutao was a little puzzled. She opened her purse and looked at it, but saw that there was a fairy money inside:

"Senior Sister Qiu, what are you giving me money?"

"The red envelope, the melon is ripe and the stems are falling, and I finally get married. It is also my sister's congratulations."

?!

Xie Qiutao's face suddenly turned red. Seeing that Senior Sister Qiu had guessed that it was hard to fool him anymore, she could only adopt the ostrich strategy and lowered her head and said:

"Oh, Senior Sister Qiu, what are you saying... Let's feed you quickly, the little spirit turtle is so hungry."

As he said that, he crawled under the umbrella, ran to the lake, and started to feed.

The dumplings squatting on Zuo Lingquan's shoulder woke up when they heard the word "feeding" and flew to Qiutao.

Zuo Lingquan came to the front with a smile and wanted to joke with the two girls; but Guagua was thin-skinned and embarrassed to get close to him in broad daylight; Qiutao had just tasted the forbidden fruit, and was even more difficult to play with Guagua with him.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't get in, so he could only stand by the lake, watching the two girls, carrying a basket of dried fish, and feeding the hungry little spirit turtle.

Tuanzi was very well-behaved at this time, not naughty, but was diligent in feeding the two people with spiritual turtles. However, the way to feed it was to eat three dried fish from the food box and one of the small turtles. The hair was pulled over and geese, and the beasts kept their skin was quite a bit of Lingye's charm.

There are many spiritual turtles raised in Xuanwu Lake, but the larger ones can find food for themselves, and there are only more than a hundred spiritual turtles that need to be fed and taken care of.

After feeding, Zuo Lingquan and Qiutao met with Xie Wen and his wife, and then took four girls out to rebuild the blessed land of Huangliang.

The Huangliang Blessing Land can assist monks in the world, which is a place of practice that is hard to find, but the management of the Military Police Temple is too poor, and the transformation of the blessing land is a bit abnormal for the benefit of the sect. Now that it is rebuilt, Zuo Lingquan will naturally not hand over the Huangliang Blessing Land to the Military Police Temple, but will place it near the Tiandi City, as a public cultivation resource for Kui Bingzhou, and hand it over to the second uncle Wu Zunyi.

To be honest, Wu Zunyi's Taoist practice is not very high in the Tao of practice, but his ability is obvious to all, and his prestige is not inferior to Shang Yin. Cultivator Kui Bingzhou naturally has no objection to this, but the military police temple is a little painful. But his arm cannot twist his thighs and can occupy some share as one of the elders. The demon sword Gu Chen was satisfied and could not say anything.

The location of the new Huangliang blessed land is located in Songshan area thousands of miles south of Tiandi City. Before Zuo Lingquan came over, Tiandi City had already begun preparations.

The last time the "server" was taken away by Liangen, but he had no choice but to end his seclusion early, the monk Kui Bingzhou rushed over and waited near Songshan after receiving the news.

The dream of the Huangliang Blessing Land is the key, but if you want to be vivid, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Tens of thousands of people have to dream at the same time and weave dreams together with past experiences, so that the world in the dream is no different from reality.

Zuo Lingquan and four women came to the cave built under Songshan. Zhang Hui and Lei Hongliang had been waiting for a long time and hurriedly appeared to greet him.

Zuo Lingquan and Lei Hongliang fought and knew each other, but they were not very familiar with each other. After a few conversations, they began to 'hand-plant immortal vines'.

Cui Yingying planted the Teng Seedlings that had been prepared long ago in the five-colored soil of the altar, and the key steps were naturally done by Mei Jinshui, who controlled the power of the Qinglong.

The plum blossoms are growing and reviving with the power of growth and recovery. In just a few quarters of an hour, the tender seedlings become as tall as a cover, with vines of small yellow flowers covering the entire ground, and the roots spread out for dozens of miles.

Zuo Lingquan had no high opinion of flowers and plants, and with plums almost in the water, he naturally would not show off his skills. When he was bored behind him, he made a stone tablet and placed it outside the five-color altar, and carved it with sword energy:

‘The plum blossoms are near the water, Cui Yingying, Xie Qiutao, Qiu Youyou, Zuo Lingquan, are planted here…’.

When Tuanzi saw that he had no name, he was immediately unhappy and flew to the stone tablet to show the shape of a phoenix spreading its wings:

"Jijiji..."

Zuo Lingquan naturally would not forget Tuantuan, and a round statue was carved at the top of the stone tablet.

Mei Jinshui turned around and found the stone tablet. She thought it was too monotonous to leave a name and had no meaning. So she used her fingers to the back and added another sentence:

In reality, there is no regret, why do you need to overcome this disaster? It is not too late to turn back if you feel guilty.

Zuo Lingquan stood in front of him, watching Mei Jinshui write these two words to warn the younger generation, and after a while, he wanted to write a poem, but after holding it in for a long time, he only wrote one sentence:

“Very good.”

Mei Jinshui put away her fingertips and looked back at Zuo Lingquan with three points of teasing:

"It's not okay to have no goods in your stomach when you have been famous for thousands of years. Since you have left your name, you must leave a few words of advice for future generations to remember. Do you think so?"

Zuo Lingquan was a little embarrassed and shook his head and said, "I am a swordsman, not a scholar. What can I do to sharpen my guns in the face of battle? Or just like that."

Mei Jinshui felt that Zuo Lingquan had been squeezed by her and she wanted to give up, but after thinking about it, she leaned closer and said with a smile:

"You can't get excited without a lottery, right? Don't you want to read the 'Hairless Tiger'? Within three tones, you can come up with a poem that fits the current artistic conception. I'll let you take a look. I'll start counting, one, two..."

?!

Zuo Lingquan was shocked.

Mei Jinshui's move is more about teasing Zuo Lingquan and trying it out. Zuo Lingquan, who didn't feel that he had "raised his brains" yesterday, could really come up with a poem that suits the mood in such a short time, so that she could give it to her in vain.

But unfortunately, Mei Jinshui still underestimated how powerful the color embryo is.

The plum blossoms were counting quickly, but before the word "three" was released, I found Zuo Lingquan, who was shocked all over, and did not even think. I raised my hand and said:

"Wait, I thought of it!"

?!

Mei Jinshui's teasing expression froze, a little unbelievable:

"So quickly? What did you think of?"
To be continued...