Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 89 The storm is coming

The time in Qihuang Valley is peaceful, with the five disciples performing their duties, and sisters and sisters drying medicinal materials can be seen everywhere in the bamboo forest.

Zuo Lingquan walked down the stone cliff and came to the outside of Tang Jingxun's small fenced courtyard. From a distance, he saw Tang Jingxun sitting in the courtyard with a small dustpan next to him with dried firefly grass in it.

Firefly grass is the most common spiritual herb. It can be pounded into powder with a medicinal grinder and then processed into various utensils. It can shine on its own in places with sufficient spiritual energy. This type of object is used in Shuiliandong.

The work of making medicine is not heavy, but it is tedious. Tang Jingxun has a close relationship with Zuo Lingquan, and Wu Qingwan did not arrange any work for her; but Tang Jingxun is naturally warm-hearted and a restless person, so he hangs out with Senior Sister Xiaohua. After he became familiar with it, he took over part of Senior Sister Xiaohua's tasks. When Zuo Lingquan was not training her, he would be busy working in the small courtyard to pass the time.

When Zuo Lingquan walked outside the fenced yard, before he could say hello, a big, white, round ball jumped up from the ground, landed on his shoulder, and rubbed his neck affectionately, waiting for food.

After months of getting along with Tuanzi who settled in the valley, he found that the people here were very friendly, and gradually became bolder. If Tang Jingxuan didn't pay attention, he would disappear, or go to the animal pen to look for him. The big white crane chats, or goes to the sister's courtyard to beg for pine nuts to eat. The down that was almost burned out has grown back again, and it looks fatter than before.

Zuo Lingquan took out two pine nuts and fed them to the dumplings and said hello:

"Sister Tang."

In fact, there was no need to greet him. Zuo Lingquan came out of Wu Qingwan's residence at exactly the same time every day, and Tang Jingxuan knew he was coming without looking back.

Tang Jingxun put down the medicine pestle in his hand, stood up and wiped his hands with a towel. First he gave Tuanzi a fierce look:

"I know how to eat all day long. If I eat it during the Chinese New Year, I don't have to kill the chicken before it comes down."

Tuanzi quickly closed his beak and jumped up to Tang Jingxun's shoulder to rub against it.

Zuo Lingquan walked up to him and said with a smile: "Sister Tang, please don't be so strict. The dumplings are just puffy and fat. They look so chubby, but they don't look good if they lose weight."

"Gee~"

Tuanzi nodded as if pounding garlic.

Tang Jingxuan threw the dumplings back: "It's just a little Pixiu. It doesn't matter if it can eat all the rice bowl. If it dies, I won't even have a companion."

While talking, Tang Jingxuan walked into the kitchen and brought out two plates of side dishes: "I can't finish the freshly prepared food by myself, so come and eat some too."

Zuo Lingquan sighed secretly when he saw this, feeling a little embarrassed. Since coming to Qihuang Valley, Tang Jingxuan would cook three meals a day for him, and he would also rush to wash his clothes and quilts. At first, it was hard for him to refuse, but he kept doing this and his face became a bit unbearable. It's like eating soft rice.

Zuo Lingquan followed him into the room, shook his head and joked:

"Sister Tang, I can actually go without eating for many days. You don't need to make a special portion for me."

Tang Jingxun put down his bowls and chopsticks and frowned slightly:

"Why, the food cooked by my sister is not delicious?"

"No, I just think it's too troublesome for Sister Tang. Qihuang Valley is not my territory. You living here actually has nothing to do with me. You help with cooking and washing, and I deserve it."

"Look at what you said, it's weird. I don't use my own rice to cook. If I cook more, it won't take the same amount of effort. If you don't want to eat it, forget it."

Appetite is also a way to enjoy life. Zuo Lingquan can go without food for a long time, but when he tastes the delicious food in the world, he will not deliberately skip it. When he saw Tang Jingxun say this, he was not polite, sat down at the table and ate the carefully prepared meal.

Tang Jingxuan sat across the table, chewing slowly. When he saw Zuo Lingquan eating seriously, he pursed his lips and smiled secretly. After thinking about it, he put a piece of meat in Zuo Lingquan's bowl and asked:

"By the way, Xiao Zuo, I see that other people practice and meditate in a cool place. Why do you and Aunt Wu hide in a cave to practice with the door closed every time? It feels weird."

Zuo Lingquan froze while eating the food, blinked and said:

"The cave was originally the place where Senior Wu practiced. It's faster to practice in there. Senior Wu was very kind to me and let me stay there. Well...it was just to practice and not do anything else."

Tang Jingxuan smiled: "What else do you want to do? She is the princess's aunt, so she must be watching closely. Isn't it uncomfortable to be in front of her?"

"It's really tight. I don't dare to move, otherwise I will be punished."

"Haha~ I knew it. Just get used to it. It's good for you if your elders are strict. Don't take it personally."

"Of course I know..."

…

While chatting, the two finished their meal.

After Tang Jingxuan put away the dishes and chopsticks, he felt that the shop in the capital was almost ready, so he prepared to go back to the capital to take a look.

Wu Qingwan had a somewhat conservative personality and refused to engage in prostitution during the day, and would only cooperate in practicing at night; Zuo Lingquan didn't have much to do during the day, so it didn't matter if he came back to practice swordsmanship, so he followed Tang Jingxuan out of the valley and went to Go to Qihuang Town...

——

Born in Chaoyang, it is located in Qihuang Town, ten miles away from the Willow Forest, and is dyed golden by the Chaoyang.

The buildings in the town are scattered and scattered. Countless low-level monks who yearn for the road to immortality but are destined to miss it in this life have set up stalls along the streets, waiting for the young people who are lower than them to patronize and earn a meal or two.

Since the day when the sect was established in Qihuang Valley and the octagonal archway was erected, no major changes have occurred in Qihuang Town; the only changes may be that there are more and more houses, and the people in the town have changed one after another.

But no matter how big a building is, it will collapse one day after it is built.

When this day comes, there may be various signs in advance, such as "the national teacher has disappeared for two years", "ferocious beasts appear frequently", and even a defective Zhangang knife, all of which secretly indicate that the splendid building on the surface will have a long history inside. It's rotten.

But even if many people have already guessed, the real speed of the building's collapse will still exceed everyone's expectations; and the time of collapse is often on such days when everything is normal and the weather is calm, and only a "click" sound is heard. There was a soft sound, and then it was like a landslide!

Tread Tread——

The crisp sound of horse hooves sounded at the entrance of the town.

In the tea shop at the entrance of the town, several young monks who were chatting raised their heads, then their expressions changed slightly, and they all stood up; pedestrians on the street also quickly moved out of the way.

Under the morning light, three horses stepped onto the bluestone street. Qihuang Town quickly became silent from the entrance to the end of the alley. Everyone turned to look at the three people on the horses.

The Great Dan Dynasty was not big, and there were only a handful of advanced monks on the road. As for the three people on horseback, people in the town may have heard about them since childhood - Cheng Jiujiang and Lan Ying of Fuji Mountain, and Lu Mingzhou of Qingchi Jianzhuang.

Needless to say, Cheng Jiujiang's fourth level of Linggu's unsullied golden body was difficult to approach with swords and guns; his Thunder Fist was even more lethal, and his combat power was only inferior to that of Yue Pingyang.

Although the remaining two people are both at the first level of the Spiritual Valley and cannot make waves outside the pass, they are among the top ten top monks in Great Dan.

The three of them all had weapons on their bodies and came to the door with knives in hand. It was obvious that they were not here to be guests.

As for what they were doing, everyone in the town could guess a little bit, so they kept silent and just watched from afar.

Cheng Jiujiang was wearing a bright yellow robe and tiger head gloves on his hands. He stood at the entrance of the town and said in a deep voice:

"The market is closed today, and those who are idle should retreat."

The sound was like a loud bell, spreading throughout the small streets of the town and even under the octagonal archway.

Among the peddlers, soldiers, monks and warriors in the town, no one dared to say a word. They scattered and quickly disappeared into the surrounding lanes or houses.

The bustling streets emptied out in an instant and became completely quiet, leaving only two figures standing in the middle of the town.

Cheng Jiujiang looked up and saw a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with a handsome face, a sword hanging from his waist, and his body was as motionless as a pine tree.

The woman, dressed as a market girl, hid behind the man and nervously pulled on his sleeve...

(End of chapter)