The fairy is fierce

The sun sets in the west, and the evening light shines on the lonely boat by the river, dyeing the crystal clear ice sculptures golden. ♦♦  ♦♦

Shangguan Lingye sorted out the files, stood up and went to the window, blowing the river breeze for a while, and then swept all the trivial matters out of his mind and breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the window is the blue river and red sun, and the chirping of birds can be heard in the distance. The scenery cannot be said to be unique, but it is quiet enough and is indeed a good place to relax.

Shangguan Lingye looked down, raised his finger and lightly hooked, changing the gorgeous phoenix skirt on his body into the ru skirt that ladies in the secular world like to wear.

However, after a quick look, he felt that he was over a hundred years old, and it was too young to wear it like this, so he changed into an apricot yellow summer skirt, decorated with a flower hairpin, which looked generous and generous, and matched with a little maid. I am afraid no one would not believe that she was a wealthy lady who came out to play nearby.

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After packing up, Shangguan Lingye walked out of the cabin, only to see Tuanzi, who ate watermelon without spitting out the rind, lying on the ice sculpture's head with his arms and legs spread out. The river breeze blew the white fluff, and he looked like he was sleeping soundly.

Shangguan Lingye lifted her skirt and pretended to leave quietly, but she didn't expect Tuanzi to be very alert and quickly looked up at her:

"Chi?"

"Let's go, I'll take you out for a walk."

"Chi~"

Tuanzi quickly turned over and landed on Shangguan Lingye's shoulder, and began to chirp and chat, probably to remind Shangguan Lingye that the sun was about to set and whether it was time for dinner.

Shangguan Lingye naturally understood what he meant, took out the dried fish, fed Tuanzi, and looked around with interest.

When he was young, Shangguan Lingye was oblivious to the outside world and devoted himself to cultivation. Although he had been to all nine major sects, he was always in a hurry and looked down upon the sights of the major sects, not to mention a small place like Xiangyang City. He was not interested in even taking a look at the scenic spots of the major sects.

Later, he was trapped in a place with nowhere to do anything, so he started to read some books and learn about things that had nothing to do with cultivation.

The reason why he stayed near Xiangyang City was because Shangguan Lingye had a deep impression of this place.

The rumor of "Meishan Relics" has been around for a long time. In order to attract the fools to come and enjoy the scenery, the sect responsible for maintaining this place has sent people to publicize it all year round. Basically, all the cultivators who have used Shuizhongyue have heard of it.

If there was only a remaining stele forest with calligraphy left by ancient sages, it would not attract the attention of Shanggu Lingye.

The weird thing is that those stone tablets are real, but there is no exact record of this place in the Iron Clan Mansion; I didn’t have the opportunity to ask the master, so I could only ask the elders in the sect, but those people didn’t know the reason, and only said that it might be the sect’s residence before the war of stealing pills and destroying the world.

After the war of stealing pills, Yuyaozhou was interrupted, and there were no less than a thousand sects that died without a single one left. Indeed, many ancient sects have been forgotten by the world.

But Meishan has inscriptions from the founding elders and even the ancestors of the nine sects. Even if this place is just an ordinary small pond, there should be some sayings passed down, but the fact is that there is no saying, and no one knows the source.

This situation can only happen because someone has artificially deleted a piece of history for some unknown reason.

Shangguan Lingye doesn’t need to guess who can have such a skill. There is no one else except the three elders of the nine sects including her master; but what this move is to hide is really hard to figure out.

Now that she had come to this place, Shangguan Lingye, driven by curiosity, naturally wanted to find some clues; it was a pity that after thousands of years, Xiangyang City had long since become a secular city. There must have been many people like her who came here to look for traces, and any abnormalities that could be found should have been discovered long ago, but she did not find anything worth noting along the way.

Shangguan Lingye strolled leisurely on the stone path in the mountains, her steps seemed slow but were actually fast. In just a moment, she had passed the painted wall and many stone tablets.

She had heard of the inscriptions before, and there was nothing surprising about them. Shangguan Lingye gradually lost interest and wanted to call Zuo Lingquan back to continue the journey, but was attracted by the words of the monk who returned from the front:

"Where did the fool come from, and he dared to provoke Jiugong Mountain..."

"Go away, damn ghost, be careful not to get into trouble..."

The speaker was a pair of Taoist lovers in the early stage of Linggu, and they soon walked past.

Shangguan Lingye was a little puzzled when he heard the voice. Jiugong Mountain is the sect responsible for managing Meishan. In terms of status, it is a lower sect of Fulong Mountain, but the main source of income for the sect is to collect entrance fees in Meishan. It is conceivable how big the scale can be.

However, just like Qihuang Valley, no matter how poor the lower sect is, it is still a lower sect. As long as it is backed by the Nine Sects, it can shake people to get the Eight Lords. Ordinary cultivators dare not provoke it at all. This kind of situation of making trouble in other people's territory is not often encountered.

With the idea of ​​watching the fun, Shangguan Lingye walked forward a little further and came to the foot of Meishan. Who would have thought that he would see a young man in a black robe, holding a sword in one hand, standing in front of the wooden building, and blood was dripping on the sword.

There were four or five cultivators in sect uniforms standing under the wooden building, and there was another one lying on the ground in front, covering his bleeding throat, and a broken arm not far away...

"Ji?"

Earlier.

After a brief communication with Wu Qingwan, Zuo Lingquan came to the crowd watching outside the wooden building with two pages of talismans.

The wooden building was built at the entrance of the stone path leading up the mountain. In front of it was a small flat area with a stone tablet that had not yet been engraved with any words. A disciple of Jiugong Mountain wearing a brown Taoist robe stood by to help, and many monks gathered in front of the wooden building to watch.

There is a table under the eaves of the wooden building, with pens, inks, paper and inkstones placed on it. At this time, three young monks are gathered around the table, taking out fairy money from their arms. Behind the table is a smiling middle-aged monk. Waiting eagerly.

Thousands of white jade beads are not a small amount for Zuo Lingquan. The few monks who are preparing to engrave the monument are at most fifteen or sixteen, two men and one woman. They are disciples of the sect, but judging from their looks, they are definitely not very wealthy. , three people pooled money together.

The girl among them wanted to dissuade her, but the middle-aged monk kept saying "little fairy, young hero" and all kinds of compliments, and she couldn't open her mouth at all. The leading disciple in Tsing Yi probably didn't have much experience in the world, so he was blown away. A bit floating.

Zuo Lingquan had suffered a loss before. He spent ten taels of silver to buy a small beetle that would never die of hunger as a 'memory'. He felt that there was no harm in being slaughtered. Although the three young men suffered a bit of a big loss, they still couldn't help it. It's better than risking your life in the future.

Wu Qingwan stood beside him, also showing no intention of trying to dissuade him, but just shook his head secretly.

Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to wait for the three young men to be slaughtered and then find an opportunity to secretly stuff the talisman into their clothes, but after watching for a long time, he saw that the three of them together could not collect a thousand white jade beads. , after counting the three money bags, there were only more than 700 coins.

The monks who were watching the excitement burst into laughter upon seeing this; the expression of the middle-aged monk behind the table also changed a bit.

The girl among the three people saw this and said: "We don't have enough money, so forget it and come back next time."

The other two companions also had this intention and wanted to put the money bag away.

But people in Jiugongshan do a one-time deal here, and they may not wait for a few days until an enemy comes to their door. The total value of a stone together with the cost of engraving is less than one tael of silver. Exchange for 700 white jade beads is a waste of money. How can you let people go?

The middle-aged monk behind the table sighed when he saw this and said:

"I have already asked the teacher to take good care of the feng shui, and we are waiting for the stone tablet to fall to the ground. If I say no at this time, isn't it embarrassing for me?"

The girl was very embarrassed: "We don't have enough money, come here next time..."

The middle-aged monk's expression was condensed: "A few friends came over to ask. I have been talking here for a long time, and everything and people are ready. But I waited and said, 'Come back next time.' Are you trying to make fun of my Nine Palace Temple?"

These words were spoken in a strong tone. The three young disciples were not very experienced in the world, and the sect behind them was far inferior to the nine sects. They quickly shook their heads and explained:

"No, no, the Taoist priest misunderstood..."

The middle-aged monk waved his hand and made an adult appearance:

"That's all, seeing as you are young, I won't care about you. I will inform the teacher later that I will give you seven hundred white jade beads. If you add another magic weapon, you will carve this monument..."

These words were hard at first and then soft, in a standard way of using force to suppress others, and he was very experienced in handling the heat. It was obvious that he had done similar things frequently. The expressions of the three young disciples changed slightly. At this time, they did not want to agree, but they did not dare to speak.

If you are inexperienced and deceived by the smooth talk of profiteers, and one is willing to be beaten while the other is willing to suffer, it is nosy to ask; but if you do not succeed in business and rely on background to pressure people, the nature has changed, not to mention that the appearance is so ugly, put it in the Fairy Family Collection He would be beaten to death on the spot.

The monks who were watching frowned when they saw this, but the Jiugong Temple was near Xiangyang City, and they couldn't afford to offend the lower sect of Fulong Mountain, so they could only shake their heads secretly.

Seeing this, Wu Qingwan frowned, glanced at Zuo Lingquan, and asked what to do.

Zuo Lingquan simply walked out of the crowd of onlookers, came to the front of the wooden building, and said:

"Since the manpower is ready and the money of several Taoist friends is not enough, why not give this monument to me so that I don't have to wait."

As soon as these words came out, everyone focused their attention. The three young monks were slightly happy and nodded quickly.

But when the middle-aged monk saw another fat sheep coming, why would he put one away when he could eat them all? He quickly apologized and said with a smile:

"Young hero, don't worry, the people below are very quick, no one needs to be delayed. Third brother, please take this young hero to pick out the stone tablet..."

Zuo Lingquan came to the three of them and pointed with the hilt of his sword at the stone tablet next to him ready to be engraved:

"I'm pressed for time, so I just need this piece. If it doesn't work, forget it."

"..."

The middle-aged monk frowned, feeling that this handsome young swordsman was deliberately causing trouble. But when he saw Zuo Lingquan take out ten gold bahts from his sleeve and put them on the table, his face suddenly smiled like a flower, and he quickly picked up the pen:

"No problem. What words do you want to engrave?"

Zuo Lingquan held his sword and looked around the mountains, taking a moment to look at it:

"If I don't stick it on the mountain, I'll stick it here, okay?"

The middle-aged monk thought for a while: "It's okay, but it's against the rules to insert it here. I have to inform the teacher. I'm afraid the price will have to be increased by... um... a thousand pieces."

"no problem."

Zuo Lingquan nodded happily, took out ten more gold-lined bahts and placed them on the table.

The onlookers were a little shocked when they saw this scene. They felt that the young swordsman was either too rich to burn too much money or that he was out of his mind.

The middle-aged monk felt a little regretful when he saw Zuo Lingquan agreeing so simply. However, raising the price at this time would easily offend the customers. He could just think of other ways to make money later. He said kindly:

"Young hero is a happy person, Xiaodao will definitely arrange it for you to your satisfaction. What words do you want to engrave?"

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while:

"Well... there aren't many words, just eight words: 'Buy and sell by force, bully both young and old'."? !

As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding monks were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. However, sensing that something was wrong, they quickly stopped laughing, with shock in their eyes.

The three young disciples were also full of disbelief. The girl among them wanted to speak up to dissuade him, but it was too late.

The middle-aged monk's smile froze and suddenly became solemn. He slapped the pen on the table with a crisp sound:

"Boy, what do you mean? Don't you take my Jiugong Mountain seriously?"

Zuo Lingquan frowned slightly and pointed to the immortal money on the table: