Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 317 I treat my seniors as family

The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and the fireworks welcome the new year!

Time flies, and it’s New Year’s Eve in a blink of an eye. The red lights are hung high in the Zuo family’s mansion, firecrackers are blasting outdoors, and hundreds of people in the family are having New Year’s Eve dinner in the house.

Zuo Lingquan is at home, no matter how high his moral character is, he is no different from a young man in the world. He accepted the red envelopes given by his mother, and even played two rounds of bird cards with his brothers and sisters of the same age after dinner, only to give out the red envelopes again.

Knowing that he was not good at this, Zuo Lingquan stood up quickly and set off firecrackers on the street with the quirky Taotao.

This return home is an unprecedented experience for the girls traveling with us.

Lingye, Qingwan, and Jiang Yi all grew up in immortal homes or palaces, and had never experienced the purest smell of human fireworks.

Needless to say, Patriarch Shangguan and Lord Peach Blossom care about the mortal world, but they cannot change the fact that they are on the top of the mountain. It is not easy to spend the New Year happily as mortals.

Jingxun is more adaptable. The experience of growing up in the city makes her very familiar with the New Year's Eve atmosphere. However, she lost her parents when she was young. No matter how familiar they are, it is still a memory of the past. It is the first time in so many years that she can feel the warmth and leisure of home again. .

Xie Qiutao is special. She is never as cheerful and lively as she appears in front of others.

Not to mention the past of wandering around since childhood, just now, Zuo Lingquan is celebrating the New Year at home and reunited with her family, but she is just a guest from outside. She doesn’t even know where her home is, so her feelings in her heart must be complicated.

However, Xie Qiutao walked over alone and had long been accustomed to this. No matter how many thoughts he had in his mind, facing the lively atmosphere, he still put those irrelevant things behind and concentrated on recalling the childhood fun.

Just after midnight, the new year has arrived, and fireworks are everywhere in Qinghe County.

Xie Qiutao was wearing a brand new coat and skirt, standing behind the big stone lion at the door, covering her ears, looking around with a few children, and urged:

"Click, click! Don't worry, my craftsmanship will be fine."

"No problem, you can do it yourself?"

"Oh~ I had my hands pricked when I was a kid. Don't you dare..."

In the lively atmosphere, Zuo Lingquan held a stick of incense and put it on the cannonball as thick as his arm, looking cautious.

Leng Zhu, who had promised to go up to the mountain of swords and under the sea of ​​fire, covered his ears and hid behind another stone lion, watching eagerly; because of the betrayal of his son last time, Zuo Lingquan put him on his knees and spanked him, this time I have a longer memory and worriedly said:

"Master Zuo, if that doesn't work, let Tuanzi do it. He's brave!"

"grumble?!"

Tuanzi squatted under the stone lion and covered his ears with his wings. He shook his head like a rattle, indicating that he did not believe Taotao.

In fact, it's no wonder that everyone is afraid of him. It's hard to describe Xie Qiutao's skills in practice. If you want to describe it, he is addicted to food, and he likes to play with flowers even if his skills are not good.

After half a month, Xie Qiutao made many firecrackers. Except for the first misfire, the others all went off, but in all kinds of strange ways.

Either it exploded instantly on the spot, sending Zuo Lingquan flying up to the roof in shock; or it was a delayed fuse that didn't explode until Zuo Lingquan got close to inspect it; finally, it was ignited on time, and it flew into the air with a snake-like maneuver. Chase Zuo Lingquan to explode.

Even though Zuo Lingquan had been mentally prepared, he couldn't have guessed what kind of shock he would encounter next time.

Fortunately, after many failures, there is always some progress.

Zuo Lingquan lit the fuse, stepped back a few steps to prevent the firecracker from flying to the wrong place, and waited for the fuse to burn out, when he saw the fire suddenly appeared under the firecracker and turned into a red meteor, shooting straight into the sky.

stop--

Bang! !

A thunderous sound echoed through the night sky.

Thousands of stars bloomed from the fireworks and scattered across the sky. Not only did they not fly randomly, they also neatly left an afterimage of a "fat phoenix spreading its wings" in the sky.

"Wow--"

"Look, look, look..."

"Chi chi chi..."

Surprises and exclamations suddenly sounded inside and outside the mansion.

Tuanzi's eyes were full of surprise, and he flapped his little wings and jumped up and down on the stone lion's head excitedly.

Xie Qiutao proudly crossed her waist and looked at the sky:

"Hehe, isn't it beautiful? I just said my craftsmanship is fine."

Zuo Lingquan also had a sense of amazement in his eyes, as if he was from another world. After looking up for a moment, he gave Xie Qiutao a thumbs up.

After setting off the fireworks, Zuo Lingquan returned to the house.

The New Year's Eve dinner has just ended. Relatives and friends gather together to drink tea and play cards. There is a lively atmosphere everywhere.

In the living room of the back house, many female relatives were having fun in the room. The four daughters-in-law set up the card table. Zuo Lingquan came in and suggested that if they lost, they should take off some clothes or something. He acted as the referee, but unfortunately none of them agreed.

On the other side, Lord Peach Blossom was still being pulled by Mrs. Zuo to persuade him to listen to Mr. Feng Shui. Lord Peach Blossom was pulling him tactfully just like the previous days.

After discovering the connection between Shangguan Patriarch and Tang Jingxun, Lord Peach Blossom thought a lot, but Shangguan Patriarch did not show any emotion. Zuo Lingquan also seriously clarified that after roughly understanding the reason for the entanglement of souls from the ancestor, he did not This matter has been pursued for too long. After all, random gossip and forcing Zuo Lingquan and Shangguan Ancestor together will not do her any good, and it will add a lot of distracting thoughts out of thin air.

As for the Shangguan ancestor...

Zuo Lingquan was watching the murderous card game of several wives from the window of the wing. When he was concentrating, he noticed a figure appearing in the corridor with his peripheral vision. He glanced to the side and then disappeared.

Due to the distance between them, Zuo Lingquan couldn't go to Shangguan's ancestral home every day even if they lived in the same house. They rarely saw each other these days.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Lingquan knew that his ancestor had something to do with him, so he said goodbye to his wives and went to the West House Guest House.

The family members all kept vigil in the front house, and the west house was quieter, with countless red lanterns hanging under the eaves.

Zuo Lingquan came to the courtyard where his ancestor lived and saw that the door of the main room was open. On the square table opposite the door in the middle hall, there were candlelight and a green-edge long sword.

The sword is three feet and three inches long, placed in a light blue scabbard, and exudes a sharpness that is hard to ignore.

This is the sword that was suspended next to the ancestor in the past.

The Shangguan Patriarch resumed his attire in a golden dragon scale dress and a dragon-patterned hairpin. Other than that, he had no other accessories. He sat on the Grand Master's chair with his left leg resting on his right leg. His sitting posture was elegant yet elegant. He was as domineering as dominating the world, holding a cup of tea in his hand, like an ancestor on the mountain waiting for his disciples to come and pay him a visit.

When Zuo Lingquan saw this formation, he was slightly stunned. He walked slowly into the central hall and bowed his hands:

"Senior Shangguan."

Shangguan Patriarch has always had no expression, and those eyes make it impossible to look directly at her face:

"The new year is over, it's time to hit the road."

On the road?

Zuo Lingquan felt that this wording was unlucky, but it was not easy to point out, so he smiled and said:

"Senior is going back?"

Shangguan Ancestor did not talk about the selfishness of these parents, and said calmly:

"After the Lantern Festival, I will take you to the sacred fire Grotto-Heaven to retreat to refine the natal items; the natal fire is taken from Tang Jingxun, and the natal soil contains Central Continent antlers. After refining, you will be promoted to the fourth level of Youhuang. You only need to refine the gold of the five elements. , you can reach the pinnacle of Youhuang."

Ancestor Shangguan picked up the Qingfeng sword on the table and placed it flat in front of him with one hand:

"This sword was given by the Supervisor God. There are only two swords in the world that are more powerful than it. One is called 'Taiyin' and the other is called 'Sun'. Taiyin was damaged when it cut off the path of immortality. I want to break through this sword." Heaven and earth may cut off the path to immortality again. There are only a few magic weapons in the world that can do this, and this sword is one of them."

The level of what he said was so high that Zuo Lingquan couldn’t understand what he said:

"Senior, are you going to give me your sword? Let me stop the Youying alien race?"

"See if you can pull out this sword first."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly, stepped forward, and grasped the hilt of the Qingfeng sword.

At this moment, there was no reaction of the world changing color, nor was there the feeling of ‘with a sword in hand, I have the world’ when holding the hilt of the sword in the past, it was simply holding an object.

Zuo Lingquan was unfamiliar with holding a sword for the first time. He was a little confused and tried to draw the sword.

No response!

Zuo Lingquan frowned slightly and pulled out the sword with force again, but the sword did not even sway as if it had been in the hands of his ancestor.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't hide his surprise and wanted to expand the Sword Intent to try, but the ancestor had already retracted his hand:

"With your current Dao practice, you are not qualified to let this sword be used by you. I can help you refine it into your own life first, and then go to the sword-washing pool at the Central Continent to refine it. But can you pull it out in the future? It still depends on your nature, if you can’t pull it out, you will be just a porter carrying it around in this life.”

Zuo Lingquan did not agree immediately, but asked:

"Senior, give me the sword, what do you use it for?"

Shangguan Patriarch put the sword on the square table and shook his head slightly:

"The reason why I have reached this point has never been relying on God-given opportunities, but my fists. However, I did not say that I would give you this rare opportunity in the world. There are conditions."

Zuo Lingquan feels a little embarrassed to say this:

"I have long understood the ways of my seniors. Even if you don't give me anything, I will not refuse even if you ask me to do the things I have to do. I will stick to this sword. It would be weird for me to agree."

Ancestor Shangguan did not respond to these words, but directly mentioned the conditions:

"This sword is too heavy. I will only give it to my disciples. Now that you worship me as your master and take over my mantle, this sword is my gift to you."

Apprenticeship?

Zuo Lingquan was stunned: "Senior, why did you suddenly talk about this? I didn't say that I would not become a disciple before..."

Ancestor Shangguan had no expression on his face and said seriously:

"Nothing in the world comes for free. If you want this sword, call me master. From now on I will treat you as my own son. If you don't become a master, I can't give you this sword, and there is no second one in the world. You make your own decision.”

Zuo Lingquan fell silent when faced with this question.

Becoming a master will give you a unique opportunity in the world. The other person is an elder who treats you very well. I am afraid that no monk in the world can refuse.

But Zuo Lingquan felt a little uncomfortable.

It’s not that the ancestor didn’t give the sword a hard time without becoming a disciple, and that it would be shameless if he wanted to have sex for nothing, but he felt that the ancestor suddenly became a little distant, different from before, as if he regarded him as an outsider.

Zuo Lingquan has practiced sword since he was a child, but the sword is not the most precious thing in his heart.

I wanted to become an immortal since I was a child, but the place I longed for the most was not immortality.

For Zuo Lingquan, immortality and immortality are just illusory things that have no weight in his heart. His eyes have always been on the surroundings, on the few people who should be with him for life.

Facing the ancestor's sudden suggestion, Zuo Lingquan hesitated and said:

"Senior, is there something on your mind?"

Ancestor Shangguan raised his head slightly: "I ask you if you are willing to become a disciple. Answer truthfully. This is your only chance."

Based on Patriarch Shangguan's Taoism and attainments in Martial Dao, Zuo Lingquan had no problem at all. Zuo Lingquan even regarded Patriarch Shangguan as an omniscient and omnipotent teacher in his heart.

But when it came to becoming a disciple, Zuo Lingquan had no hesitation in his heart and shook his head:

"If I could call my senior master against my will for the sake of this sword, I wouldn't be practicing swordsmanship to this day."

Ancestor Shangguan put away the Qingfeng sword and said, "Not mentioning this sword, I will accept you as my disciple. Will you agree?"

Zuo Lingquan hesitated.

But the hesitation was not hesitation to agree, but confusion as to why Patriarch Shangguan insisted on asking him to become his disciple today.

"senior……"

"The answer is yes or no."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan shook his head.

Ancestor Shangguan's eyes darkened slightly: "Why? Do you look down on my conduct?"

"No, I admire my ancestor's cultivation very much, but..."

Zuo Lingquan opened his mouth. He didn't know what reason to refuse, and he didn't know why he was so determined. Just when he mentioned apprenticeship, he unconsciously thought of something in his mind:

The kiss under Luohunyuan, the tongue was bitten, and the astonishment flashed in the ancestor's eyes...

Later, when I came here again, the ancestor tilted his head in a familiar manner, and even said "poof" to the outside of the bed with a funny look...

When he saw Ling Ye riding on him, the ancestor was huddled in a bed, pretending to be calm while talking about truth...

Zuo Lingquan can't forget these things, so no matter what, he can't call Shangguan Patriarch "Master" out of conscience.

Facing the distant look in his ancestor's eyes, Zuo Lingquan suddenly found that something had arisen in his heart.

There is an extra shadow of a person, standing with Lingye and Qingwan, standing in the deepest part of his heart, standing in the place where he has tried his best to keep the wind and waves out.

The candlelight was dim and there was silence in the nave.

Shangguan Ancestor stared at Zuo Lingquan's face. Although she didn't hear any words, her experience accumulated over thousands of years of human relations was enough for her to see the rough thoughts in Zuo Lingquan's heart from the subtle changes in Zuo Lingquan's eyes and expressions.

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Shangguan Patriarch took a deep breath without saying any more words. He stood up, put the Qingfeng sword on the table, passed by Zuo Lingquan, walked out of the room, and disappeared into the courtyard. inside.

"senior?"

Zuo Lingquan looked back at the back of the ancestor leaving, and then looked back at the long sword on the table, his eyes were blank.

Just now he forced me to be a teacher, but now he doesn't say anything, give me the sword, what do you mean...

Could it be that my ancestor also felt sorry for me...

Before Zuo Lingquan could come up with a solution, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside:

Tread——

The footsteps were heavy, and even the dragon-scale dress made a 'rustling—' sound.

Zuo Lingquan looked back in doubt, only to see the ancestor of Shangguan go and come back again!

Shangguan Ancestor showed a rare angry look, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked like he was going to kill someone. He strode towards him, exuding a terrifying pressure like a mountain weighing down on him.

I go! !

Zuo Lingquan was caught off guard, and was really taken aback by the momentum that was about to kill him, so he raised his hand quickly:

"Senior, eh eh..."

Bang——

The ancestor Shangguan's eyes were as sharp as a sharp sword, he grabbed Zuo Lingquan's collar with both hands, and pushed him back very fiercely. Zuo Lingquan felt like he was hit by a mountain. He held Shangguan Patriarch's wrist, but he couldn't stand firm at all. He stepped back until he hit the wall behind him, making a muffled sound.

"You want to die, don't you? I am your mother-in-law!"

"Forehead……"

"What the hell is going on in your head? Do you think I can't see it? Or do you think I dare not kill you?"

The distance was so close, and Zuo Lingquan was stunned, with hot breath spraying on his cheeks.

The ancestor of Shangguan had slender arms and seemed to have no strength, but Zuo Lingquan, who was pinned against the wall, had difficulty breathing, and his face turned purple:

"Senior...senior..."

Shangguan Patriarch was so angry that his jet-black hair flew away slightly. Even if his terrifying aura was forcibly suppressed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the walls, tables, chairs, candlesticks, etc. in the room.

Kakaka——

"This deity has something to do with Tang Jingxun, it's a last resort. You don't understand, but as the husband of Lingye, do you still dare to have evil thoughts in your heart? Say it yourself, let this deity erase your memory, or take Tang Jingxun away forever See you no more?"

ah? !

Zuo Lingquan was anxious when he heard this, gritted his teeth and said with all his might:

"Senior, please don't get excited..."

"Don't choose, right? Why don't the deities come together?"

"Don't... I didn't have evil thoughts just now, I just subconsciously recalled some messy things... I have absolutely no wrongdoing towards senior..."

"Do you think I am blind?"

"No, no... I just subconsciously thought about it, there is no other meaning... I treat my seniors as family members, um... like relatives, people not only have the relationship between men and women, but also family and friendship..."

Zuo Lingquan explained so hard that he almost died.

The ancestor of Shangguan pressed Zuo Lingquan, and his hands relaxed slightly. After he explained for a long time, he said in a deep voice:

"This deity cares about your feelings, if you are noticed by this deity next time, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

"Um……"

Zuo Lingquan looked at the cheek that was close at hand, to be honest, it was the first time he could see the face of Shangguan Patriarch so clearly, although he was furious, it was much more human than in the past without joy or sorrow, and the beauty was shocking.

Although there was a lot of physical contact through Jing Xun, the real physical contact between the two was limited to the patriarch tapping Zuo Lingquan's forehead.

At this time, the two-handed ancestor smashed him against the wall. He held the ancestor's wrist, and his bodies were almost touching. When he lowered his head slightly, he could see the above-average grandeur brought about by his extraordinary height.

It's just that at this time Zuo Lingquan was afraid that the ancestor would beat him half to death in a hurry, so he didn't have any wrong thoughts, so he sincerely apologized.

The ancestor Shangguan took a few breaths, his momentum gradually stabilized, and he gave Zuo Lingquan another look, then let go of his hands and stood up straight, walked out of the room quickly, and disappeared into the courtyard.

"..."

Zuo Lingquan had lingering fears and froze in the room for a moment, after confirming that the ancestor didn't come again, he breathed out slightly, looked around, not knowing what to say...

(end of this chapter)