Reckless

2021-12-19

  Chapter 323 Thunder Cliff

Although very restrained, the cultivation lasted all night from beginning to end. Quietly still, Zuo Lingquan was worried about Old Ancestor's anger and took the initiative to brake.

After the episode last night, the atmosphere on Turtle Island became weird. All cultivators, regardless of their realm level, acted in a state of'terrifying the heavenly people' and staying in their respective residences silently.

Zuo Lingquan can't reveal the details of Flood Dragon's breaking through the sea, nor can he explain it clearly, so he can only maintain a mysterious posture and try to keep it as simple as possible.

Going out of the bedroom to the outside tea room, Xie Qiutao couldn’t go out to hang out because of what happened last night. She sat cross-legged on the tea couch with a small dragon turtle in her arms. :

"Look at your troubles, now it's alright, we are not going out. There are many fun places on the ferry, there is a storytelling house in front, and there is a restaurant outside, which sells There are Southern Sea squid skewers, a specialty from Nanyu Island. The waist is so thick. They are grilled and sliced ​​with soy sauce and mustard. It tastes...now I can’t eat it!"

Lying on the tea table, with small claws facing the sky, wings spread out and sliding up and down, an arrogant look of "birds are free", and when I was tired, I opened the beak and asked Xie Qiutao to eat the small fish, without herself at all. Enlightenment that got into trouble.

But what happened yesterday, no wonder the dumpling, can only say that it is destined to be a disaster.

Xie Qiutao babbled for a moment, heard the door opening, and looked back at Zuo Lingquan, who was full of energy. It is inevitable to think of Jing Xuan's clothes that can't be considered clothes, and the white buttocks with dazzling eyes...

Xie Qiutao blushed, her eyes greeted weirdly:

"Young Master Zuo, it’s okay to rest last night."

"cultivated all night." , Very good."

"Really, hehe......"

Xie Qiutao's cheeks are red, she doesn't believe it, but as a little girl, it's not easy to break, so she continues to feed The dumplings.

It’s the first time for Zuo Lingquan to take a cross-sea ferry. He was curious. He wanted to take a walk on the boat with Xie Qiutao. However, there was a storm last night and wandering around on the ferry might scare people. He Without cultivation, you can only stand at the window and take a glance at the overseas scenery.

From Yuyaozhou to Huajunzhou, it’s already far away, and it’s not a straight line. Although there are no mountain obstacles on the sea, there are many dangerous places in the seabed, such as the sea nests and scorpions that are entrenched by old dragons. Areas where whales are active, etc., have been cleaned up in previous years, and the price is too high to bypass it, so as not to encounter risks.

The Eastern Sea is too vast. Not only is there sea water, but islands and islands are also often seen. The largest one can catch up with the scale of the earthly Land of a Province. It is known as the Long Tai. I heard that there is often Flood. Dragon was basking on it, and the ferry didn't dare to approach it.

Apart from this, there are also a few overseas immortal islands. The sects above are mostly secluded and are not often in contact with the outside world. Due to the lack of cultivation resources, they are not large in scale.

There are a few small cultivators on the ferry, and the destination is to go overseas for immortal island seclusion cultivation. When the ferry occasionally passes by, the king of the sky will call out and someone will check it out. If it is not seen, The ferry will also pick people up and take them back.

Apart from the trivial things of the immortal family on the sea, Huang Ji, the owner of the ferry, sent a deacon to his door after a few days of silence and asked Zuo Lingquan to entertain Zuo Lingquan as a guest.

The Thousand Star Island behind Huang Ji is the only one in Nanyu Island’s homes of immortals. The power of cultivation is not weaker than that of Eastern Continent South League. Huang Ji’s teacher, Netherworld River Old Ancestor, belongs to can Exist on the same level as Shangguan Old Ancestor.

It’s not a good thing for this kind of immortal power to rashly get involved. Zuo Lingquan won’t go to Nanyu Island on this trip, and it’s harder to explain the matter of drinking the Flood Dragon. Naturally, it’s a feast Declined.

Turtle Island is not slow to sail across the sea, but it took more than three months to cross the long Eastern Sea and approach Huajun Chau from Dengchao Port.

During the trip, Zuo Lingquan did not only look at the scenery occasionally, but also meditated in the house at other times. He also got close to Jingxi twice, because every time he had to say hello to Old Ancestor beforehand, too often. Both are sorry, and both of them are restrained.

Xie Qiutao also cultivation in the tea room. She never went out on the way, because she didn't know if she would see unfavorable scenes of the girl after opening the door, and she never ran into the bedroom and slammed the door.

The three of them are members of the cultivation, and they have adapted to the days of immersing themselves in meditation. They just suffocated the dumplings.

After more than three months of sailing, when the ferry was approaching the coastline, the dumpling climbed up frantically, stood at the door of the bedroom and turned into a woodpecker, knocking frantically on the door with his beak.

dong dong dong ——

Zuo Lingquan awakened from entering concentration, opened his eyes and looked towards all around.

Everything in the room is as usual, with the gathering but not scattered mist, quietly wearing a light summer dress, lying next to him, resting his thighs, still sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

The quiet cultivation posture has always been so casual, but I feel tired and unable to settle down when I really sit. Zuo Lingquan has long been used to it, and gently squeezed her cheek.

"Hmm..."

Tang Jingxun frowned, raised his upper body sleepily, and looked out the window:    "Are you there?"

"Almost."

Zuo Lingquan stood up and opened the bedroom door. You could see the dumplings jumping around in front of the door, pointing their wings out of the window, looking very excited.

"Chi Chi Chi..."

Xie Qiutao has already finished her work, put on a decent little skirt, carrying an iron pipa, lying on the window with her chin in both hands, Looking into the distance.

Xie Qiutao is not tall, but she has a very good figure. She didn't think she was wearing a loose skirt before. Now she is kneeling and pouting her pink hips to see the sleekness of her daughter's house.

Although Zuo Lingquan is a bit lustful, but it is for his own daughter-in-law, facing the innocent girl, naturally will not stare at other people's buttocks, come to the front and look out the window:

"This is Thunder Cliff?"

"Yes, it's spectacular, right?"

Zuo Lingquan just glanced out the window, and the color of astonished appeared under his eyes.

The departure is the early summer, the arrival and even the early fall.

Under the warm yellow autumn day, a hundred zhang sea cliffs resembling a black city wall stand on the coastline, with no edge to the left or right.

There are countless graceful bridges built on the cliff, from the top to the sea. You can see the towering towers above the cliff and the ferry boats on the sea where thousands of sails gather.

It may be a bit inappropriate to use Qianfan to describe it.

Zuo Lingquan is still far away, and all myriad ferry boats can be seen. Not only the sea, but also the sky, there are countless Xianjia ships suspended in the sky. As for the cultivator in Yukong, there are more. Now, from a distance, it looks like a colorful auspicious cloud, flying inland, and at the same time converging toward the sea cliff.

In terms of fertility, Southern Nine Sects is indeed second to none, but in terms of scale, Huajun Island, a port that connects the Southeastern Continents, is indeed much larger than Dengchao Port.

Zuo Lingquan stood at the window and looked at the panoramic view of Thunder Cliff. There was amazement in her eyes, and there was no lack of doubts. He asked:

"Why is this place called Thunder Cliff? Is there a bullhead monster?"

"en?" Xie Qiutao stood straight, a little unclear, explained: "It is said that this place was called the black stone cliff before, but because of the cultivator who came here for the first time, I saw the spectacular scene here. All of them were shocked, and over time they became thunder cliffs. Because of the domineering and widespread, they were called so..."

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When the two chatted , Tang Jingxun dressed up in the bedroom and tidied up. She wore a more conservative autumn dress and a drapery hat, holding the impatient dumpling in her arms.

Zuo Lingquan hung Two Swords around his waist, took a hat on his head, and waited for Turtle Island to dock in the harbor dedicated to Thunder Cliff.

This Turtle Island is probably the most orderly ferry boat in Thunder Cliff. It has been too stressful to stay with the unknown Immortal for several months. Once the cultivator on the boat drew ashore, it was neat and Tidy went down to Tortoise Island without even footsteps, but he was gone in the blink of an eye.

Zuo Lingquan took the two girls from a secluded place to the covered bridge under the thunder cliff. During the period, he saw Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island, standing on the edge of Turtle Island with a few deacons, leaning over and holding hands. Send it and did not come close to bother.

Zuo Lingquan was so ashamed, he nodded in return, and quickly walked off Turtle Island.

I thought that the farce on the journey would end here, and I could escape into the crowd quietly.

But as soon as Zuo Lingquan got off the ferry, he saw the entrance to the veranda of the vast crowd, standing two Taoist priests, one old and one young, looking towards Turtle Island.

The leader was naturally Old Wu Dao, seeing the three of them coming down, his expression was shocked, but he didn't dare to step forward rashly.

Old Wu Dao uses the prisoner dragon formation to crush the Eastern Sea Dragon King. Although it looks like a farce, Old Wu Dao doesn’t know it. Mantis trying to stop a chariot lured the tiger away from the mountain, To give the ferry cultivator a chance to escape, this righteousness cannot be faked.

This move made Zuo Lingquan's respect for Old Wu Dao much heavier than Huang Ji. He walked quickly to the front and bowed his hand:    "Wu Daochang."

" Hey! I can’t bear it..."

Old Wu Dao quickly avoided, and kindly said: "Senior is so polite, Junior..."

Zuo Lingquan is not young Dao, when he met Old Wu, I was afraid that his life would be lost. He raised his hand to stop him and signaled Old Wu to enter the veranda together. When he reached a quiet place, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Wu Daochang, don’t be sincere. The Flood Dragon was out of water that night. Before I could see what was going on, a fairy fell beside him. He drank the Flood Dragon back and told me not to say anything and left. The details are also below. I don’t dare to say more, I’ll have to be Heavenly Retribution."

Old Wu’s eyesight is not bad, and he doesn’t think Zuo Lingquan cultivation can be as high as Heavenly God, but this matter anyway. , Both have something to do with Zuo Lingquan. He knew nodded, no longer asked, but said:    "The scene that night has never been seen before, Poor Daoist is just a Taoist who is still climbing a mountain after all. I haven't seen the demeanor of the immortal on the top of the mountain a few times. , Come here for a friendship, and look to the left of Sword Immortal. Don’t blame it."

Xie Qiutao walked in front of her, smiling and saying: "Wu Daochang, you are so polite and boring, I think your elder’s cultivation is not low, I’ll talk about it later. Maybe we have to ask you for help."

"Poor Daoist is a cultivation, I am afraid that some of them will not appreciate it, but Poor Daoist does have some acquaintances in Huajun Island. As I have seen in the past, the left Sword Immortal is afraid. This is the first time I have come. If you need it, just say hello..."

After a few people walked along the cliffs of Shanghai, the sight was a building that stretched to the end of the sky. The pavilions were jagged and crowded.

The scene I saw is similar to the Fairy Fair in Yuyaozhou. The difference lies in the cultivator in the fair. There are very few Nine Sects brands, and most of them are unheard of. Sect emblem.

The Old Wu Dao was indeed just for a friendship, without asking any extra words, just pulling homework along the way; Zuo Lingquan three people chatting, laughing and answering, looking at various Strange Sects objects in the thunder cliff market.

As a ferry where the three continents meet, the thunder cliff fairy home market is so prosperous that it is breathtaking. Even the street stalls are Spiritual Artifacts. No one is embarrassed to put out ordinary Magical Artifacts, of course. , It may also be that the land price is too expensive and selling cheap things is at a loss.

Naturally, Tuanzi was not interested in the conversations of several people, and was almost crazy on the boat. At this time, he looked at Tang Jingxun’s arms and looked at the rare beasts on the street stalls. He was relatively restrained. When I walked to a shop that raised Spirit Beast, I smelled the scent of Spirit Beast cubs, and couldn't help it anymore. I felt wronged and rubbed Tang Jingxun's arm with his head:   "叽叽叽~~~"

Tang Jingxun feels distressed about the dumplings, and suggests to go in and stroll, walk on Old Wu Road in front of him, glance at the signboard in a blink of an eye, and interject:

"Almost forgot Some of them also brought Spirit Beast. Most of the shops on the side of the wharf are not good and cheap. They dominate the young people who just came out of the mountain. If you really want to buy things, you have to go to the main street in front."

Xie Qiutao understands these doorways, but she didn’t raise Spirit Beast in the past and didn’t know much about the place. She asked:    "Dao Chang Wu knows where to go?"

Old Wu said with a smile: " Duobaotan on Qianyuan Street specializes in selling these, and it also opened it for people to try one's luck fishing for Spirit Beast; when Poor Daoist came here for the first time, he went to join in the fun and luckily got a carp, which was later given to Hidden Dragon Mountain is still raised there; if you have been to Hidden Dragon Mountain, you should have seen it in Taiqing Lake with two red whiskers."

Zuo Lingquan passed Hidden Dragon Mountain, no Naturally, he hadn't seen it when he went in for a tour, but when he heard "two red beards", he understood that the bloodline is likely to be related to the Flood Dragon, and the rank will never be low.

Xie Qiutao's eyes were surprised: "I heard Duobaotan, don't you all say it is a lie, you can't catch good things at all."

Old Wu said hehe smiled: "How can you lose money when you open a shop and do business? The better things are, the harder they are to get; this kind of thing is just like looking for opportunities. Success is not greedy. If you don't succeed, chances are not there. You can only ask for elegance in your leisure time."

Xie Qiutao slightly nodded: "Yes, anyway, I'm going to buy some rations for the birds, and let's go and have a look."

Hearing this, Old Wu showed a little ashamed and motioned to the side. disciple Lu Qing:

"Yujingshan sent someone to pick up and drop off outside the market. If you don’t stay for a long time, Poor Daoist won’t go with a few others. Next time, if you have a chance, you will sit with a few others. ."

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan didn't have too much politeness. After leaving a contact with Old Wu Dao, he watched the master and disciple and entered the crowd of people in the market...

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"……Flood Dragon is at least three thousand zhang long, and the dragon's whisker alone has ten zhang or so thickness, this Huang has never seen such a big Flood Dragon in my life..."

"Don't talk to me, I ask you, three thousand zhang, about twenty miles away, the sea depth along the Dengchao port is up to 2-3 li, how did that Flood Dragon spread out and churn around under the sea? You stand in the knee-deep water and give the old man a few look?"

"Brother Chu, don’t believe me, this Huang I saw it with my own eyes, but the situation was critical at the time, so it was difficult to record the scene..."

Between the alleys and broken tea shops.

Huang Ji, the owner of Turtle Island, who has just docked, sits at the tea table and talks about what happened on the road, with lingering fears.

The shopkeeper leaned on the recliner and told Huang Ji's story. He didn't think it was false, but he was sure it was an exaggeration.

The Flood Dragon of three thousand zhang may exist in the world, but it must stay in the endless deep sea. Only the Dragon Lord can appear near the coast, and the Dragon Lord is impossible to be retreated, at least in the land of Jiuzhou Living beings can't do it.

"What kind of person are you who drank Flood Dragon?"

"If you don't know, how can ordinary people spy on them at will, and they don't dare to remember their looks. I dare not tell Brother Chu."

"Then what else are you talking about? The old man sees you are here for tea."

Huang Ji sighed helplessly. The other party hadn't instructed him. I really don’t dare to tell the story blindly, I can only say:    "It’s nothing, Brother Chu still exhorts other ships going to Yuyaozhou. If you bump into the Flood Dragon again, this Huang may not be so good. Luck."

After speaking, he drank the tea, got up and left the tea shop.

The shopkeeper was on the recliner, thinking about the context of what Huang Ji was talking about. Before he figured out the reason, the shop curtain was picked up by one hand.

The shopkeeper looked up and saw that a woman came.

The face of a woman is about 30, wearing a robe that is common in thunder cliffs, and a fairy skirt style. The dark green fabric is slightly simple. Can't see the doorway bracelet, the overall dress is not eye-catching, but the temperament is very gentle, with a soft and charming charm.

The shopkeeper looked at it slightly—I didn’t know it, and I couldn’t see the details—sit up from the recliner, opened the mouth and said:

"Drink tea?"

The young woman with flower hairpins raised the curtains and entered the teahouse, like a frequent visitor, took out a purse from her sleeve and threw it in the copper basin on the counter:

"Return to the tea shop If you can eat, you can bring a pot of mirrored tea and take it away."

The shopkeeper was slightly frowned, and leaned back on the lounge chair:   "Fellow Daoist seems to know the old man. Since I 'm here at Thunder Cliff, why bother? Cover your head and hide your face, afraid that the old man doesn’t follow the rules and can’t do anything with the guests?"

People don’t know, I have something to do, so it’s inconvenient to reveal my identity."

Shopkeeper Chu Yi heard this unexpectedly. As the gate god of Thunder Cliff, many people know his nickname, but There are not many who can call out his name at once, and even dare to call his name in person.

"Thunder cliff is a ferry, and the cultivator comes and goes freely. As long as it doesn't cause trouble, the old man will naturally not ask about Fellow Daoist's identity."

Chu Yi looked at the money bag at the counter:

"However, this tea shop is owned by the old man and is only used to receive friends. Since Fellow Daoist knows the name of the old man, he should also know the rules of the old man. It’s okay if you don’t give it; if you don’t agree, how can the old man be scared of this bag of Divine Immortal money."

The female hairpin obviously knows the rules, but doesn't want to follow it. She looked at the handwriting on the wall:    "Knowing that you don't want money, the picture is Essence, Qi, and Spirit in these words, but some people's handwriting, you can't stand it, for fear of breaking your sword heart Then I asked you to buy a pot of tea and take it away."

When Chu Yi heard this, he laughed instead.

He opened a tea shop here to provide tempering temperament mirrored tea to the younger swordsmen, asking for Essence, Qi, and Spirit in the handwriting. Through who can accomplish their ambitions and who can’t, come Adjusting and condensing one's own sword heart can be regarded as the way of observing others and mutual benefit.

There are some shocking and stunning Sword Immortal, the Essence, Qi, and Spirit contained in the handwriting are really eye-catching. If young and energetic swordsmen see it, they will feel that the gap between people is bigger than that between people and dogs. , It will indeed produce self-doubt and lose the motivation to move forward, which is the collapse of the sword heart.

But that’s the youngster. Chu Yi can sit on the thunder cliff. It is also a well-known Sword Immortal on Huajun Zhou. His mood has been tempered and solidified. How can he see good seedlings of shocking and stunning? Just ashamed of being inferior broke the sword heart?    Chu Yi sneaked: "Since Fellow Daoist said so, I am afraid that Sword Immortal is already a Transcendent Saint, this kind of realm expert, and he still needs this Chu bowl of tea to help tempering his mood?"

Slightly shrugged: "He doesn't need it at all, I'm just curious about his reaction when he drinks it. I heard that it can recover in half an hour, it is the Sword Immortal embryo. How long is the fastest person to recover?"

Although Chu Yi does not know the identity of a woman, she feels that the cultivation of women is not lower than that of him. No matter how dissatisfied, it is impossible to really do it. After a little silence, he still said with disdain:    "Fellow Daoist's plan, I am afraid that it will be lost. No matter how soon your Junior recovers, it will only be second. It is impossible to fight for the first place. Because the kid who recovers the fastest. , I’m simply not stunned."

"Is the cultivation too high, or is he born ruthless and desireless?"

Surprised as a heavenly person, Jiuzhou Old Ancestor is amazed!"

Chu Yi said it very seriously. He didn't mean anything to brag, and he really didn't brag. After all, he still gave him tea to the white prostitute, and The little bastard who says he sells fakes is obsessed with it.

Seeing that Chu Yi did not seem to be cheating, the woman with flower hairpins also showed a bit of solemnity in her eyes: "Where is this child?"

Chu Yi is indifferent He snorted: "Fellow Daoist asks this, does it mean that I want to clear the way for Junior in the future?"

The woman with flower hairpins knows that she asks too much, and she is a taboo when she asks about other good seedlings. She is so talented. For a seedling of this kind, Chu Yi didn't dare to talk nonsense.

"Just ask any questions. Although the person you are talking about is unsurprisingly the first, but my Junior is not necessarily second, and it is possible to be tied for first."

Chu Yi didn't believe it at all.

Because the servant he was talking about is a special case, he was born with an open mind, and has reached the point where he has no ambitions.

Supreme, if you get into your heart, lie flat when you encounter problems; as long as I don’t go forward, no matter how high the ridge is, I can’t do anything about it; as long as I stay at the bottom of the pit, you can’t let me fall In the pit, what can this be obsessed with? The    cultivator is not the case. The cultivation must go forward, climb up, and cultivation assiduously. The bigger the goal, the more difficult it is to overcome the worries about the future, the setbacks in the cultivation, and the doubts about their own strength. Dao Heart is tenacious again. , Will recall the twists and turns of the past a little bit, the length of time is nothing, impossible.

Chu Yi opened a shop here and encountered the most powerful cultivator. It should be Lu Jianchen before the sword heart collapsed. He was basically ruthless and undesirable, and his mind was as solid as a rock. He was only fascinated and less than ten breaths time. , I swept away all the distracting thoughts of secular parents, having wives, etc., and got rid of everyone else.

Lu Jianchen was really not a thing at the time, but the innate talent was indeed amazing. Even the Eastern Continent giants Heaven's Chosen, who had enmity and love, had to follow him. He was already considered the best sword dao genius in a continent. .

Seeing that the woman with a flower hairpin had such a big tone, Chu Yi didn’t despise the other person because of her high level of cultivation. He raised his hand and lightly hooked it, and a cup of hot tea appeared on the table:    "Speaking of which It's worth it. Both mules and horses have to be brought out for a walk. Mirror flower tea for Fellow Daoist a bowl, as long as you, Junior, can regain your senses within 3 breaths, don’t want tea money, old man, and give you a bag of colorful money More than three breaths, Fellow Daoist owes the old man a favor. When Fellow Daoist can show up, he will return the old man again."

A bag of Divine Immortal money in the copper basin, about a hundred gold Because there are no other companies that do not set prices for Jinghua tea, it is difficult to say whether the price of this tea is more or less.

It’s not the same if it’s replaced by a bag of colorful baht, which is worth a hundred times, equivalent to one million white jade coins. No matter how big the family business is, the Old Ancestor on the top of the mountain, I’m afraid it’s going to make a bid before spending it.

However, the price of the favor of the mountain cultivator cannot be calculated with money. The bet can only be referred to as birds of a feather.

The woman with the flower hairpin felt that Chu Yi’s imposing manner was sufficient, she seemed to be sure, and hesitated a little, but in the end she raised her hand lightly and put the tea in her sleeve:   "it's a deal."

After finishing talking, he got up and went out of the wine shop.

Chu Yi put away the purse in the copper basin, shook his head and sighed. He estimated that this unknown Fellow Daoist would probably renege on a debt and never return.

within 3 breaths to return to God, either the talent is far superior to Lu Jianchen, or it is the kind of cultivation that I met last time; Lu Jianchen was noticed by many old Ancestors on the mountain and was evaluated as'not to become immortal'. Demon God', anyone who can far surpass him has become an Immortal Monarch Monster King. There may not be one in a thousand years. The Master of this kind of person will be too idle to ask him for tea?

It goes without saying that cultivation is a wonderful flower. If there is a second cultivation Dao, Jiuzhou is afraid that it will be exhausted, and it will start to stop...

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