Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 415 Carrying a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night

Coming down from the second floor, five people from all walks of life were still in the lobby exchanging glasses of wine.

They were all in a dream, and there was no need to check their background and identity. Zuo Lingquan didn't pay much attention. After asking about the location with the innkeeper, he went out.

Zuo Lingquan doesn’t know the name of this town. From time to time, he can see Jianghu people carrying swords passing by. It should be an important place for people traveling from south to north. Although there are no shops selling women’s clothing in the town, there are tailor shops for Jianghu people to change clothes. There is one.

Zuo Lingquan came to the tailor shop to choose clothes that fit him. The tailor in the shop was an old woman. Maybe she thought that he was young and had less time to do needlework, so she said:

"Once you've entered the world, there's no turning back. I've seen too many little babies like you, and in a moment of passion, I would pick up a knife and walk out..."

Zuo Lingquan estimated that this old tailor was actually a female cultivator who practiced weapon refining. Hearing these words of great enlightenment, he must have passed the worldly calamity. He responded with a smile:

"I know, old lady."

The old tailor shook his head and sighed: "If you know it, go home as soon as possible. This place is not peaceful. Look outside, people are carrying knives when they come and go. If a fight breaks out, the swords have no eyes, and it will be difficult to leave."

Zuo Lingquan knew that this was a place of right and wrong, but he was not even afraid of death here, so he naturally had no sense of crisis. After nodding his thanks, he returned to the inn with two sets of clothes.

Zuo Lingquan had just entered the house rashly and saw some unforgettable scenes. Naturally, it was impossible for Zuo Lingquan not to feel uneasy at all.

Regarding the issue of id and self, Zuo Lingquan has a very clear picture - what he saw was similar to a slightly retouched selfie of Miss Qiu without any clothes on. Although he did not see Miss Qiu's true body, But if you say you haven't watched it, you're deceiving yourself. Well... it's about half of it, which is between watching it and not watching it.

In order to avoid bumping into the beautiful Miss Qiu taking a bath again, Zuo Lingquan deliberately stepped up his steps. When he came to the door, he raised his hand and knocked:

Dong Dong——

"come in."

The response from the room was quick.

Zuo Lingquan pushed open the door, raised his eyes and glanced around. He could see that his wet skirt was hanging on the screen, and the bathtub was still steaming.

There is a pair of embroidered shoes next to the wooden bed against the wall. The petite Guagua is huddled in the quilt, wrapped like a caterpillar, with only his face exposed.

After taking a hot bath and eating something, Miss Qiu's face was much rosier, her skin was tender and dripping with water, but her expression was tight. She was probably still brooding over the loss she had suffered just now.

Zuo Lingquan closed the door with his backhand, took the clothes and walked to the bed. As soon as he took two steps, he heard:

"Don't move, just put it on the table."

"I put it on the table, why don't you have to get up to pick it up?"

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were a little helpless, and he did not look at Miss Qiu, who was definitely naked. He put the clothes next to the pillow and walked towards the screen.

Miss Qiu actually wanted Zuo Lingquan to go out and wait, but Zuo Lingquan was soaked all over and had been running around for a long time, so it would be inappropriate to chase him away.

She hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her fair arms from under the quilt and pulled the clothes in. When she was about to put them on, she found that Zuo Lingquan started to unbutton her belt.

"Eh? Why don't you... change the water? I just washed it and it's not clean."

Zuo Lingquan almost said, "That's what I like", but Miss Qiu was not Jiang Yi after all, so he still said seriously:

"It's just a dream. This water is all imaginary. There's no way it can't be cleaned."

Miss Qiu thought about it. Anyway, her body was very clean and the water was not dirty, so I won't say more.

Zuo Lingquan untied his coarse linen clothes and looked down - oh, I can't even afford underpants...

"well……"

Zuo Lingquan was speechless. He put his clothes on the screen, stepped into the fragrant bathtub, and soaked in the warm water. He felt that all the discomfort in his body was completely dissipated.

This soak lasts for less than half an hour.

The reason why it took so long was not that Zuo Lingquan was greedy for Guagua's bath water, but that the details of the dream were really in place.

He was a poor boy whose only four walls and even the front door were disposable. He couldn't afford any clothes, and his body was certainly not very clean. He had to rub off a layer of his skin before he regained his original skin color.

Miss Qiu outside, after putting on her clothes, was afraid that Zuo Lingquan would misunderstand her and peeked at her, so she lay on the bed without getting up. After lying there for a long time, she felt sleepy and slowly closed her eyes.

Zuo Lingquan put on a slightly loose gray robe and came out. He saw Miss Qiu huddled in the bed and fell asleep, but he didn't wake her up. He poured out the water first, and then asked the innkeeper for some food to fill up his stomach. A slightly hungry stomach.

After drinking and eating, he should have been thinking about lust, but no matter how thick-skinned Zuo Lingquan was, he couldn't find a reason to crawl into Guagua's bed, so he ended up lying on the table to rest by himself.

rustle——

It was drizzling outside the window, and the two of them were taking a nap in the room. The light dimmed unconsciously...

——

Tread——

Iron hooves stepped on the old blue bricks, and a team of more than ten people quietly appeared at the entrance of the town in the night rain.

The leader, a middle-aged man with a gun, named Fu Song, is quite famous in this world, and his resume can be described in three days and three nights.

But the passionate years in the dream were just a big dream after all. Fu Song himself didn't take it seriously, so there was no need to retell it.

Fu Song, like Zuo Lingquan, is a dreamer who retains his memory, but the difference is that Fu Song plays the role of a 'catfish', or 'sitter', who is responsible for stirring up the world and preventing Huangliang Blessed Land from being destroyed. Become a pool of stagnant water.

Fu Song himself is the young elder of the Temple of Supervisors. He stays in the blessed land all year round. His daily duties are to do no human affairs.

To put it simply, to see who has a bright future, he kills his parents and brothers, puts the blame on another good young man, provokes a blood feud, and stimulates potential by raising poison; or the life rights of the 'Blessed Land Guest' are threatened. When there was a threat, he went over to help resolve it to avoid difficult situations, like Xun Fu's.

Xun Fu's death was so sudden that Fu Song had no room for action. Naturally, this responsibility could not be placed on him. He came here for another important matter.

The rivers and lakes in Huangliang Blessed Land are like a field of leeks. Newcomers come and go in waves, and old people leave one after another, including the 'distinguished guests'. But there is one leek that is different. It has been standing at the top of the rivers and lakes for nearly a decade, without any exception. Fell down.

This person is Huang Haiyun, the heroine of Chenlufeng who was once known as the "No. 1 person in the world".

Huang Haiyun's long-lasting prosperity is definitely not because of her good talent, but because of the special care of the Supervisor Temple, which secretly changed the rules of the blessed land, allowing her to have a near-immortal body.

The reason why this was done was, firstly, to obtain information about the barren mountains of Dongzhou, and secondly, Xu Yuanfeng, the talker of Tianying Castle, wanted to learn the Spirit Ascension from the sword god’s legitimate daughter, which the old sword god had over the entire spiritual path. fencing.

After decades of hard work, Huangshan's information has been obtained, but the swordsmanship has made little progress, because the information is readily available, but the concept of swordsmanship has to be slowly understood by Huang Haiyun herself.

In order to put pressure on them, Fu Song would work secretly every few years, when the leeks in the Blessed Land had grown, to drag these powerful people to Chenlu Peak to ‘seize the treasure’.

Huang Haiyun is regarded as the last demon king in this world. He has passed the level after finishing the battle, but anyone with a discerning eye can also see that as long as he is in a dream, he will never be able to achieve this achievement.

The lucky person selected this time, or the victim who graduated early, is Lin Yuanshan, a famous swordsman in the world.

Lin Yuanshan is a monk of the Primordial Origin Sect. Recently, the foreign leaders are going to fight, so they have to ask him to go to the front line. Originally, the superiors wanted Lin Yuanshan to die in the "Wind of the Horse", embodying the principle of life of "the word "color" has a knife on the head"; but Fu Song felt that Martial Dao's achievements were good, so he put them to good use and asked him to come here to challenge the Great Demon King.

Speaking of which, Fu Song was quite intoxicated by this feeling of being the same as a judge deciding life and death.

Tread Tread——

The horses passed through the rain on the old street and stopped outside the inn.

Fusong held up his spear and said directly without dismounting:

"Dear Master Lin, I have admired you for a long time."

"Brother Fu, you're welcome."

The five charlatans who were drinking in the lobby of the inn got up and came to the door. The man in the lead bowed his hands in a charlatan's salute and began to be polite.

At the same time, on the second floor of the inn.

Miss Qiu, who was dreaming, woke up when she heard the sound of horse hooves, turned over and sat up, looking around.

The room has been tidied up, the food is placed on the table with plates, and ropes are tied from the screen to the window. Her skirt, pants, and bellyband are hung on it to dry...

? ?

Miss Qiu was stunned, quickly got up and got off the ground, ran over, took off her bellyband, and hid it behind her back.

Zuo Lingquan had woken up and was standing at the window, opening the window a crack and looking at the situation below.

Hearing the noise, Zuo Lingquan turned around and saw Guagua standing behind with a red face, wearing a gray robe, looking at him.

The clothes I bought casually in the town were far from fitting, and Miss Qiu's figure was relatively petite, so that she looked a little baggy. The collarbone was visible on her neck, and the outline of her chest was quite obvious.

Although the plain fabric is opaque, faint bulges can be seen on the bulging lumps...

"..."

Zuo Lingquan blinked, looked away with difficulty, and made a "shh" gesture.

Miss Qiu balled up her bellyband and stuffed it into her clothes. As a result, her bellyband went directly along her robe and fell on her feet. Only then did she realize that she was empty.

Her eyes were slightly startled, and she quickly pulled down the clothes that were hanging to dry, and ran behind the screen with her arms in her arms, sticking her head out and asking:

"what's the situation?"

"It seems to be a connection between Jianghu people and has nothing to do with us."

Zuo Lingquan responded softly, listening to the rustling sounds behind the screen without turning around to look.

After a while, Miss Qiu ran out after putting on her skirt, and followed her to take a look outside.

Fu Song and Lin Yuanshan were communicating outside the inn, talking about trivial matters and nothing important.

Zuo Lingquan watched for a moment, and when his daughter's fragrance hit his nose, he lost the desire to watch and prepared to let Miss Qiu have something to eat.

But at this moment, a soft sound of "step~" suddenly came from the roof, as if something fell on it.

Zuo Lingquan frowned and held the knife beside him. Miss Qiu also raised her head and picked up the sword.

In the secular world, everyone's perception ability will not be as different as on the spiritual path.

Several Jianghu people outside the inn also noticed the movement on the roof of the inn, and they all turned around or looked up.

And at this time, a very old woman's voice sounded from above the inn:

"Fu Song, you and I have no grudges. Why did you collude with Jianghu Xiaoxiao to attack me, Chenlu Peak?"

Hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed. Only Fu Song, who was named, was not surprised, because he also attracted the enemy.

Lin Yuanshan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy and was about to speak when he suddenly found that the window on the second floor of the inn was pushed open with a click, and a young man stuck his head out and looked up.

? ?

Such a presumptuous move naturally attracted everyone's attention, even Fu Song was baffled.

Zuo Lingquan only saw the eaves, and noticed that the expressions of the gangsters below were wrong. Knowing that their reactions were illogical, he said:

"Why are there so many people...Sorry, sorry, heroes, please continue..."

Then he closed the window again.

Bang——

Fusong didn't care about this little incident. After all, there were a lot of Perfected Beings in his dreams, and there were all kinds of weird situations.

He looked at the roof again and said in a Jianghu tone:

"Huang Haiyun, you have monopolized the magical skills for a period, which is enough. If the old man does not die, how will the newcomers succeed? Now I give you a chance to teach you the magical secrets in Vermilion Bird's tomb. Daxia Lin will give you a way to survive. Otherwise, Daxia Lin's sword , you won’t slow down just because you are old..."

Standing on the roof of the inn, Huang Haiyun, or 'Huang Jinghe', was wearing a military uniform and a curtain hat. Her face could not be seen; but her figure was upright and she did not look old at all. Only on her right hand holding the sword, There are some weathered wrinkles.

As the most powerful female heroine in the world, Huang Haiyun's power to intimidate the people of the world is even greater than that of the Valkyrie in the spiritual world; because there are ten Immortal Lords in the spiritual world, and the undefeated one in the world is But she is the only one who has the God of War.

Although Huang Haiyun was injured several times by rising stars after getting old, and once a sword pierced her chest, this did not affect Huang Haiyun's intimidation at all, because those people were dead, but she still stood in front of her.

Lin Yuanshan's abilities were not low, but his status in the arena was not considered top-notch. Being praised by Fu Song as the first person to encircle and suppress Huang Haiyun, to be honest, he was under a lot of pressure.

But more than a dozen of their heroes had already arrived. No matter how fearful Lin Yuanshan was, he could not give in. He took a step forward and said in a deep voice:

"Huang Nuxia, I respect you as a senior and give you face. Now hand over the magic secrets and I will let you go back to the mountains and forests..."

Huang Jinghe was under the special care of the Supervisor Temple, her memory was forcibly sealed, and she could not remember the past at all.

But she knew subconsciously that the most important 'mission' in this life was to defend the mausoleum under Chenlu Peak at the risk of her life and prevent the things inside from escaping.

Huang Jinghe explained to people in the world more than once that there were no magical secrets in the Vermilion Bird Mausoleum, but she didn't know what was inside. She only knew that outsiders should not be allowed to get close to it no matter what, so the rumors in the world became more and more frequent.

Seeing these people coming to the door again, Huang Jinghe explained first:

"There is no magical power under Morning Dew Peak. Don't be like your predecessors and lose your lives in vain because of rumors and greed."

Lin Yuanshan hummed and said: "How can your disciple's words be false? If there is no magical power, how can you explain that you are still able to walk around in the world alive and well at the age of eighty?"

When mentioning this matter, Huang Jinghe twisted the hilt of the sword, showing a bit of murderous intent.

The most distressing thing for Huang Jinghe 'in this life' is that when she gets old, she doesn't know people well and taught a scum.

She raised that apprentice as her own child and taught him for forty years. She thought that the apprentice was absolutely loyal.

She was already old and would die sooner or later. After a serious injury, she told her apprentice all her martial arts concepts, even her "guesses" and opinions about Vermilion Bird's Tomb, and told him to inherit the mantle and continue to guard Vermilion Bird's Tomb. .

Who would have thought that the honest and filial apprentice for forty years would betray her without any reason and even promote her exclusive magical power that can lead to immortality.

To this day, Huang Jinghe still suspects that her disciples thought that she was hiding her secrets and refused to teach her true kung fu, which was why her temperament changed drastically.

As an old man with one foot in the ground, seeing his successor betrayed with his own eyes and having no successor, the pain and despair are self-evident.

"As long as I, Huang Haiyun, can still hold the sword, you won't even be able to take a step into Morning Dew Peak when I'm young. Just come and die."

"Hmph! What a loud tone."

Fu Song's schedule is very full, and he has to go to Baidaozhuang to see the situation later, and now he only wants Lin Yuanshan to die soon.

He didn't bother to talk too much, he held a long gun and started to instigate:

"Master Lin, we only follow your lead. As long as you can kill Huang Haiyun with your own hands, you will be recognized as the leader of the martial arts alliance. Don't be nagging her, just do it directly."

"...?"

Lin Yuanshan was highly praised, but he hadn't floated yet. He didn't know what Huang Haiyun's skill was now, so he wouldn't dare to go up and challenge directly.

But with so many heroes watching, he couldn't show his cowardice, so Lin Yuanshan turned his head to signal a subordinate with a knife next to him.

Supported by many seniors in the Jianghu, the Jianghu guest with the knife is also full of courage, raising the knife and saying loudly:

"Death to the witch!"

Then he stepped on the ground with both feet, flew up with a knife, and stepped on the signboard of the gate with one foot, trying to use his strength to jump up to the roof and challenge Huang Haiyun one-on-one.

But what shocked everyone was that as soon as the swordsman stepped on the sign, he jumped over the second-floor window, pierced the window paper with a machete, and stabbed the swordsman directly in the chest.

puff--

A streak of blood burst out on the drizzly street.

Blood splashed in the air and sprinkled on the dangling lanterns of the inn.

The swordsman screamed and lost his balance in the air. He fell down from the second floor like a broken sack and hit the bluestone street. He covered his chest and glared at the second floor: "You fucking..." He twitched a few times and collapsed again. On the ground, he completely breathed his last.

"..."

More than ten heroes in the world were trapped.

Even Huang Jinghe, who was standing on the roof and pretending to be cool, was stunned for a moment, and looked down.

After all, Fu Song is an outsider, and he can feel calm even if the sky falls. When he finds that someone is causing trouble and the plot does not go according to plan, he reacts quickly and starts to improvise:

"He Fangxiao is so ignorant of martial arts, that he secretly attacked him, come out!"

Lin Yuanshan also reacted, and drew out his sword in a rage:

"Are you tired of living with people who dare to kill me?"

Wow——

In full public view, the second-floor window was smashed.

The young man in a gray robe flew out with a machete in hand, and landed firmly on the ground.

Then he held the knife on his shoulder, and looked at the many heroes of the rivers and lakes with cold eyes:

"So what about a sneak attack? A group of old men beat up an old lady, and dare to mention 'Wu De', shameless?"

Many people in the world showed anger.

Lin Yuanshan was afraid of Huang Hairong, a wild boy in the rivers and lakes, he didn't take it seriously, and said with a cold face:

"Who are you? Tell me your name."

Zuo Lingquan didn't really want to announce his family name, but the atmosphere was so coaxed here that it was inappropriate not to say anything, so he still carried a knife and said proudly:

"Don't change your name when you're going, don't change your surname when you sit down, Liu Dazhuang, Hongshan County!"

"And me, Hongshan Cucumber Guagua!"

Miss Qiu didn't see who was on the roof, but her plan was to help Huang Haiyun to make friends and then investigate the truth. Zuo Lingquan jumped out and called for help. Naturally, she couldn't be the atmosphere team.

Miss Qiu reported the house very chivalrously, turned over neatly, and jumped down from the second floor.

but……

Guagua's identity is Ms. Weak, and she has to be carried on her back for a few miles. No matter how rich the theoretical knowledge is, it will be idle if the hardware configuration can't keep up!

Miss Qiu jumped out of the window and relied on her memory to maintain her balance. However, when she jumped from the second floor, her small body could not bear the impact. When she landed, she fell directly onto her buttocks and fell to the ground.

"ah!"

Fortunately, Zuo Lingquan reacted quickly and quickly supported Miss Qiu with an expression that was hard to describe.

Miss Qiu was helped to stand firm, and she noticed more than ten eyes looking at her, her face was as red as blood and she felt ashamed, she felt that she might as well fall to death...

(end of this chapter)