Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 432 The Land of Eternal Night

Zhizhizhi——

Unconsciously, half a day has passed.

Zuo Lingquan looked at the dark winter night outside and fell into silence.

Next to her, a woman in a golden dress lay on her side on the blanket and fell asleep with her arms folded across her chest.

After Zuo Lingquan stared outside for a long time, he wanted to raise his hand to shake his wife, but saw that his wife was sleeping soundly and was not disturbed, so he could only wait quietly beside her.

After an unknown amount of time, the beauty in the gold skirt finally made some movement.

Shangguan Yutang's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his eyes. He first glanced at his little wife's sleeping posture, turned over and lay down, and moved his eyes to the window:

"Huh? It's not daylight yet?"

Zuo Lingquan spread his hands: "It feels like it can't get any brighter. Well...it's understandable that the two poles of the sky and the earth turn into extreme day or night."

Shangguan Yutang sat up and looked at the vegetation outside. He hesitated a little, but didn't say anything more. After all, this place is not a place of extreme darkness and nothingness. The light of the stars and moon and the thin spiritual energy are enough to support the ecology of the place.

Shangguan Yutang's original plan was to wait until dawn before setting off, but now that there was no dawn, she didn't wait any longer. She stood up and flipped her hair:

"Where's my hairpin?"

Zuo Lingquan blinked and felt that this scene was a bit like Jiang Yi and Qingwan getting up to look for hairpins after practicing when their cultivation was low...

"What are you thinking about?" Shangguan Yutang waited for a moment, but when he didn't see the attendant handing over the jewelry with both hands, he turned back with a bad look.

Zuo Lingquan quickly put away his thoughts, stood up straight, took out a small wooden box from Linglong Pavilion, and took out the dragon-patterned hair ornaments.

Shangguan Yutang glanced briefly and saw several pieces of folded colored fabrics placed in the wooden box, as well as a small turtle jade pendant, a pig-headed man jade pendant, etc. It should be a jewelry box, and his eyes were slightly disdainful:

"You are very particular about people. You are a handsome man and you even carry a jewelry box."

Zuo Lingquan handed the dragon pattern hair ornament to the ancestor:

"They are all small items given by Lingye and the others. They are of great significance and must be properly treasured..."

It turned out to be a token of love... Shangguan Yutang was relieved, and she took the hair accessory she took out of the box...

?

A token of love?

"Why did you put my hair accessories in that box? Do you think I gave it to you?"

if not?

Zuo Lingquan definitely thinks so! There were so many people in Dengchao Port, and Yingying was there, just throwing it to him, what else could it be if it wasn't a gift to him? He has just collected it for two days and is still not warm...

"No, no, um... it's just the things belonging to my seniors that are too valuable to be placed casually, so they are put together with my most precious things..."

"snort……"

Shangguan Yutang threw the hairpin to Zuo Lingquan with the intention of giving it as a gift; because she untied the hairpin, it was equivalent to "the overlord taking off his armor and fighting to the death". After the war, there would probably be no bones left, and he didn't want Zuo Lingquan to be around. There was nothing to commemorate her after she died.

It's okay now, I can't express these thoughts.

Shangguan Yutang didn't care about Zuo Lingquan's secret possession of her personal belongings. He lifted up his long black hair with both hands and put the dragon-patterned hair ornaments on both sides, transforming into a heroic slicked-back hairstyle.

Zuo Lingquan packed up the lighting poles, blankets and other items and asked:

"Which direction to start looking for?"

Shangguan Yutang rested for a while and realized that he might stay here for a long time. Mei Jinshui was in the same predicament and it was useless to worry. She turned back to look at the statue of Daozu in the center of the hall and pondered for a moment:

"This is a Taoist ruins. Judging from the specifications, it is very important. It must have its role. Let's find out the details of this place first."

Shangguan Yutang turned around and walked out of the dilapidated back hall, where waist-thick ancient vines could be seen entangled between the stone walls. The murals had long been in their glory, leaving only a few stone carvings half-buried underground.

Taoism has the longest inheritance in Jiuzhou, and it has been the most powerful family throughout the ages. Even if the Immortal Lord is no longer in charge, its sect's inheritance still has a long-lasting influence on the practice of Taoism.

Shangguan Yutang knew the structure of the Taoist sect very well. Although this place had long since declined, the Feng Shui layout was not much different from that of today's Taoist sects. She led Zuo Lingquan through the middle hall and came to a mountain that might be the back mountain of the sect.

Taoists would place important sect sites such as the Demon Suppressing Tower or Sutra Pavilion on the back hill, and the construction techniques were top-notch. Normally, they could guarantee that they would not lose their effectiveness for thousands of years, and they would last for thousands of years even if they lost their effectiveness.

Zuo Lingquan came to the outside of the mountain and worked as a coolie according to Yutang's instructions. He moved away the layers of vines and found traces of stone buildings under the soil.

But Shangguan Yutang looked at the stone wall carefully and frowned:

"etc."

Zuo Lingquan, who was carrying the thick vines, paused: "What's wrong?"

Shangguan Yutang raised his hand and waved lightly, and the land outside the stone wall was turned over, revealing a collapsed wall hole. The inside of the wall should be the Sutra Pavilion. It was empty and dusty, and there was a bulge near the hole.

Shangguan Yutang lightly hooked his finger, and the bulge flew out from under the dust and landed in her hand. After flicking the dust away, it was revealed to be a wooden box.

Zuo Lingquan frowned and came to look carefully. The wooden box was about the length of a palm, with the word "Ghost Valley" embossed on the surface. It looked like a box for medicinal materials.

This discovery is undoubtedly a bit scary.

If this place was erased after the Taiyin was sealed, no one would have set foot here in the past ten thousand years.

Guigu Gorge is a branch of the Huajunzhou Heavenly Emperor City, a sect that was born after Shang Yin left. It is only four to five thousand years ago; and the wooden box is not to mention, no matter how good the Xian family's craftsmanship is, this kind of packaging box If it is buried directly in moist soil, it can be guaranteed not to rot for five hundred years. It is considered to be an extremely solid material.

The appearance of this wooden box here only shows that there were people who visited this ruins before them, and it was not that long ago!

Zuo Lingquan almost subconsciously restrained his breath and looked around carefully:

"Are there any outsiders here?"

Shangguan Yutang raised his eyes and looked around:

"Judging from the thickness of the dust, the time is very recent, no more than sixty years old. This is the Ghost King Ginseng produced in Guigu Gorge. Judging from the size of the medicine box, it is a 3,000-year-old Immortal Grade. It can be used here, but it can only be eaten raw. Come on. I’m afraid that in order to act in a humane way, I will forget my opportunity.”

Zuo Lingquan was not surprised by this, because he had never forgotten his ways, and no matter how lucky he was, he would not be able to get here alive.

"Is the other party dead?"

"Even if we run out of ammunition and food, a piece of ghost king ginseng is enough to kill us for a hundred years. We are definitely not dead. But the fact that the other party will eat this means that the situation at that time was not much better than ours. It just depends on whether we can find a place to recover over the years."

Zuo Lingquan's mood was as if he had drifted to an isolated island and suddenly discovered that there were cannibals on the island. Looking at the ancient trees and vines outside, there was no sense of the beauty of the night at all, and it just felt oozing.

He took out his sword and held it in his hand, thought for a while and said:

"Find Yingying and Mei Jinshui quickly. At least they are still human beings who fight with aliens. Who knows what ghosts are haunting here."

Shangguan Yutang looked a little solemn, and he actually had some guesses in his heart.

After all, there are too few Wangji cultivators in Jiuzhou. Yuyao Continent has been through generations, and now there are only five in total. There may be more in other continents, but they can still be counted.

It was impossible for a monk of this level to show up without hearing rumors. As long as she screened the monks who had not reported any movements in the past one or two hundred years, the range would be very small...

"Let's go, keep your breath down and don't make any noise."

Shangguan Yutang took out the golden mace and the smaller Black Tortoise shield, hung them on his back, and took Zuo Lingquan silently into the dense forest...

——

By the inland lake, the night is quiet.

There was a deck chair placed under the eaves outside the wooden house. Cui Yingying leaned on it, holding a vermilion wine gourd in her hand, swaying and looking at the night in a daze.

Mei Jinshui was wearing a goose-yellow skirt and was sitting in front of the desk in the window. In front of her was the Immortal Grade Guqin 'Haiyue Qinghui', an ancestor of the Qiutao family. Her fingers were lightly hooked, and the music echoed on the lake.

Dong Dong~~Dong Dong~~~

It is true that Cui Yingying's piano skills are the best in Dongzhou, but that is because Dongzhou is led by Yutang, a reckless woman, who has no artistic atmosphere at all. In terms of her musical skills, she is actually a little weaker than the master Hua Junzhou, and she is not as good as the master three thousand years ago. There is nothing comparable to a master whose reputation is spread all over the world.

Cui Yingying lay on the chair and listened, but she didn't want to be confused by her master's superb piano skills, so she interrupted midway:

"This piano is an ancestral possession of Black Tortoise. It should be returned to its original owner. When you are done playing, give it to me."

There was a smile on Mei Jinshui's lips: "When I bought this piano from the Xie family, I paid the price of an immortal weapon for my teacher, and I still have the deed in my hand; even if I want to return it to the original owner, the Xie family Now that I can’t get the money back, if you force it back, you’re violating the contract and not following the right path.”

"..."

It feels strange that Cui Yingying was taught not to follow the right path by her evil evil master, but she really can't refute it. Because the family property sold by the ancestors of the Xie family was bought and sold with a hammer, the money may be returned to the Xie family to continue their lives; if the descendants use her relationship to get it back, it would be a breach of trust and not follow the right path.

Cui Yingying said that Mei Jianshui was not the best, so she did not mention this issue. She looked at the sky and said:

"What happened today?"

"In a place where the sky and the earth are extremely dark, it's normal that the dawn will not be seen forever. We should have run to the edge of the sky and the earth, which is far, far away from Jiuzhou. We may not be able to go back in this life. Yutang should be the same."

At first, Cui Yingying didn't believe that there was a place that Shizun and Yutang couldn't go back to, but Mei Jinshui didn't have the slightest intention of running away, so she gradually became a little dubious.

If she really can't go back, Cui Yingying is not too desperate. After all, Zuo Lingquan and Yutang are still there, no matter how lonely they are, there is always someone to rely on.

As Zuo Lingquan's private Taoist partner, she is without exception the 'original match' here. No matter how determined Yutang is without a second man, she may have to commit herself to her son-in-law and become her sister in the future.

But what should Master do?

If we can't go back, we definitely can't keep Master locked up forever. We will have to live together on an isolated island in the next life.

She can hug Lingquan and Yutang to keep warm. What identity should the master be? You can't live outside and be neighbors for the rest of your life, right?

It’s okay to say for ten or a hundred years, if for thousands of years, a woman lives alone, can’t see outsiders at all, and the only opposite sex she can meet is Zuo Lingquan, and there is no other way to comfort her mind and body, will it be...

"..."

Cui Yingying's thoughts gradually wandered, but within a short time, she had already thought of the plot where she broke the master's adultery and couldn't accept running away from home. The master and Yutang hugged her, cried and apologized, and begged her to come back...

Mei Jinshui definitely wants to go back, but he just hasn't thought of a countermeasure for the time being. Looking at Cui Yingying's tangled yet relieved face, she knew what Yingying was thinking and said:

"Don't think about it. When the time comes, you have no choice but to accept your fate. When did you ever stop what Yutang and I wanted to do?"

? ? !

Hey!

Cui Yingying felt that the woman in the window was no longer as amiable as she was when she was a child. It must be because she had escaped into evil ways and her temperament had changed drastically. Her words were really unpleasant.

Cui Yingying got up and came to the room, hugged Mei Jinshui from behind, and carried her to the bed:

"Have you forgotten your current identity? You are a prisoner, and I am the Lord of the Nine Sects. Just lie down for me. I didn't let you get up. Who told you to sit here and play the piano?"

Mei Jinshui didn't struggle at all. She was pushed down on the bed and sat down. She leaned on the head of the bed, picked up the rouge and gouache on the table, and prepared to put some makeup on.

It turned out that the housekeeper's apprentice was really mean. Seeing this, she also confiscated the rouge and said:

"You are so old that you would not forget to put on your makeup even when you were captured. Do you still want to use a beauty trap to seduce us righteous heroes?"

Mei Jinshui picked up a comb and combed her long hair, showing her iconic smile:

"As a teacher, I have to use beauty traps. If you don't put on makeup, you 'righteous heroes' can't resist them at all. It's just that I like to convince people with virtue and don't bother to use these trivial tricks."

"Tch~" Cui Yingying was slightly dissatisfied: "Do you really think that heroes of the right path are all lustful people, and they can't walk when they see you?"

Mei Jinshui nodded slightly: "The world is divided into yin and yang, and people are divided into men and women. Men are destined to be attracted by beauty, but some men are better at sticking to the bottom line. For such men, you must first convince them with reason and make him feel Standing on a united front with you, and then offering her beauty, he will have no reason to refuse, and will naturally be driven by his nature..."

Cui Yingying glared slightly: "I need you to teach me how to get along with men? The love between men and women comes from the heart, how can I be like you, making plans first..."

"Alas, love at first sight is rare. Most men and women in the world are one active and the other passive. The active party doesn't use his brain to think about strategies, and just follows his feelings or expects the other party to follow suit. In the end, most of the time he will be dejected and frustrated..."

Cui Yingying saw Mei Jinshui's great principles one after another, and couldn't help but use the words to criticize Yutang, saying:

"A young lady who is thousands of years old and has never even kissed a man. Are you qualified to teach me here?"

Mei Jinshui's smile gradually widened, revealing her white teeth:

"Yingying has already kissed a man?"

? !

Cui Yingying's expression froze, knowing she had made a mistake, she blinked:

"I... didn't. Yutang kissed me and told me. Didn't you also? Why should you teach me?"

Mei Jinshui combed her long hair with a smile on her face:

"Yutang is really reckless, such a young junior dares to attack..."

"How do you know it's Zuo Lingquan?"

Mei Jinshui blinked: "I didn't say Zuo Lingquan. Except for Shang Zhao and Chao Li, all the nine sects are her juniors. She can't be interested in those two, right?"

"..."

Cui Yingying felt like she was being squeezed for information without limit by the evil devil!

If we continue to chat, she might be able to shake out whatever underwear Yutang is wearing without even realizing it!

After Cui Yingying noticed the problem, her eyes sank:

"Don't try to get anything out of me. If you are dishonest, don't blame me for being rude."

Mei Jinshui shrugged slightly and sighed helplessly: "Okay, let's play a piece of music and see if you have improved over the years."

Cui Yingying felt that her master's words were misleading and she didn't want to chat anymore, but she had nothing to do, so she sat down next to the piano table and started playing "Thunderbolt Jingxian" arranged by Qiutao.

This song was hailed by Zuo Lingquan as "the crazy head-shaking in the nightclub", which is characterized by its crispness.

Clang—clang—clang—

The tune with a strong sense of rhythm sounded in the wooden house.

As soon as Mei Jinshui looked at his appearance, he knew that he was a master of classical music. When he heard this "noise", his eyes suddenly changed, as if he were looking at an idle man "burning the harp and boiling the crane", and couldn't help but say:

"Yingying, be gentler, this is the only one in the world..."

"Instruments are not just for playing. This is the music that contemporary young people like. Your genre has long been out of date."

"Yeah?"

Mei Jinshui listened for a long time and felt that the modern era has "collapsed rituals and music". If the path to immortality is not opened and the ancient system is restored, the things left by the ancestors will have to be thrown away...

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The explosion is more explosive, the transition chapter or2

(end of this chapter)