The fairy is fierce

Donghua City is built along the river. As the capital of a country, it is also a transportation hub between the north and the south. The Bailu River Channel is open day and night, and ships enter the water gate of Linhefang all the time.

On the branches of the moon, in the Tangjia Restaurant on the dock street, several regular customers exchanged glasses for each other. Tang Jingxuan wandered around day after day. No one noticed that a small merchant ship floated silently. Crossed the wide river outside the door.

The merchant ship was not big, but its draft was very deep. There were no lights or fires on it, and the entire cabin was covered with linen. It looked like it was fully loaded with cargo.

Standing at the stern of the boat was a boatman wearing a raincoat, holding a bamboo pen, and sailed the boat deep into the capital.

The rivers in Donghua City extend in all directions and can reach any city.

The merchant ship traveled along the river for a long time, and finally came to Changningfang, the busiest place, and stopped in a secluded place.

It was a dark night, and in the brothel restaurant on Xinghua Street in the distance, there was a faint sound of laughter and people changing glasses.

The boatman in a raincoat put down his pennant, walked to the bow of the boat and sat cross-legged. After waiting quietly for a moment, a small carriage stopped on the shore.

The driver on the carriage, carrying a knife at his waist, started to patrol the surrounding area after getting off the carriage.

In the carriage, Wang Zheng, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, walked out with his waist bent. He was wearing an ordinary officer's robe. After getting off the car, he looked around twice before quickly walking down the riverside stairs and arriving on the merchant ship. On the linen-covered Looking at the cabin:

"Zhao Ze, what is it this time?"

"Golden Retriever Roar."

Zhao Ze was dressed like a boatman, with a flute stuck in his waist. He had an ordinary face, looked to be in his forties, and had excellent skin. He was exactly the same as the monks who had been practicing Qi and cultivating themselves in Qihuang Valley all year round. He walked outside the cabin, raised his hand and patted:

"This thing is not ordinary. It roars like thunder, and its claws can break stones. Even ordinary practitioners can't resist it. Tiger bones also have miraculous aphrodisiac effects..."

Wang Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking slightly dissatisfied:

"Which time did you not say that? Last time, you said that a hundred and eighty people couldn't stop that 'four-legged dragon', but in the end, there was a big fuss in Linhefang, and a small policeman died. The next day I When I mentioned it in court, the eldest princess revealed it lightly. "

"After all, he is a beast and has no spiritual understanding. It is normal for him to be killed by others. This one is more powerful. There are many people on the street in front of it. If it goes crazy and bites dozens of people to death, it won't be a big problem."

"Don't 'think', be sure. Unless something big happens in the capital, King Lie and the Zong clan will not impeach the eldest princess and Qihuang Valley; if the princess doesn't return power, how will Prime Minister Li take power? There is no pressure in Qihuang Valley, how can you find out about the national preceptor? How to change the brand name of Qihuang Valley to 'Hundred Saints Valley'?"

"Lord Wang, please calm down, I am still thinking of a solution. Your national master Yue Pingyang is also the ancestor of the sixth level of Linggu after all. He is higher than our Tianzun in Taoism. Without knowing his situation, how can we dare to operate secretly without restraint. Wan Yiyue Pingyang suddenly appears, Tianzun can just slap his ass and leave, and all of us, disciples and disciples, will die. This matter cannot be rushed. "

Wang Zheng snorted lightly but did not refute.

Zhao Ze thought for a moment and looked at the imperial city in the distance:

"Master Wang, you forced the eldest princess to choose the consort, what happened?"

"The prince-in-law has been chosen, but the eldest princess will definitely have to wait for a while to return power to the young emperor."

"That's good. As long as Prime Minister Li is in power and Yue Pingyang's cultivation is as damaged as we thought, there will be no obstacles for our Heavenly Lord to take over Qihuang Valley."

"It's quite simple. If nothing serious happens in the capital, how can we force the imperial master to show up? The prime minister has worked so hard to clear the way for you and transport these beasts into the capital, not so that you can pay tribute to the imperial court. …”

When Wang Zheng said this, he looked towards the cabin again:

"By the way, is this Golden Retriever Roar really aphrodisiac?"

Zhao Ze grinned: "Also known as the 'Golden Gun Roar', it is famous for its domineering nature. When used to make wine, an eighty-year-old man can regain his prominence."

"Okay, the arresting department will kill them later, get some, um... give them to Prime Minister Li as a filial piety. Prime Minister Li is old, and sometimes he is unable to do what he wants. It's normal..."

"clear."

Zhao Ze understood in his heart and turned around to lift the oilcloth covering the cabin.

Wang Zheng was about to leave, but he remembered something again, raised his hand and said:

"Wait a minute. When I chose the consort this time, I wanted to be an informant around the princess, but the princess chose an outsider. Li Xiang kept urging me to find a way to replace him with one of his own. This matter is a bit difficult to handle."

When Zhao Ze heard this, he understood the meaning:

"Master Wang, do you want me to take action to settle this matter? It's simple. Just tell me your name and address, and you'll be sure to disappear completely."

Wang Zheng looked like an idiot:

"You cultivators are very conscientious in everything you do. The princess's newly chosen prince-in-law died in an unknown manner, so the princess will definitely be alert. If she uses this as an excuse to refuse to return to power without finding out the cause of her prince-son's death, wouldn't it be a big deal?"

Zhao Ze thought for a while and then looked at the cabin: "Why don't you put this Golden Retriever in the Prince Consort's house? If you die in an accident, you princess can't find an excuse, right?"

Wang Zheng raised his hand and touched his beard. He thought this was a good idea. He thought about it:

"Forget it this time. It's too sudden to let him go home, so he won't necessarily die. I'll keep an eye on him when I get back, and I'll let you know when I get the chance."

"Okay, Lord Wang, walk slowly.

After Zhao Ze watched the carriage leave, he untied the linen covering the cabin.

Under the linen is a large iron cage, with the outline of a giant beast faintly visible inside.

Zhao Ze looked around and took out the jade flute from his waist; the quiet flute sound came out and merged with the music and songs on the street. After a moment, the sleeping giant opened its scarlet eyes...

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The remaining clouds cover the moon.

The Xinghua Street is full of lanterns, and the chirping of orioles and swallows continues all night long.

In the brothel, the old Lu, who is in a twilight mood, keeps his eyes on the wine glass in his hand.

The remaining wine in the glass reflects the graceful dancers; the piano, flute and zither compose a song of bliss in the world in his ears.

Old Lu has seen all the immortal scenery and has long forgotten these scenes. Now he re-experiences them, but he does not feel the fun of his youth. Instead, the desolation of his old age deepens a bit.

Everyone has been young, and so has Old Lu.

Old Lu was originally a young man from a farming family. He accidentally encountered an immortal who was overcoming the tribulation in the mountains and knew that there were immortals in the world. He returned home without saying goodbye to his parents, and took a hiking stick and a passion to embark on a long road of cultivation.

The road is difficult to walk. After more than ten years of wandering, he finally found a fairy mountain that can be entered.

Entering the outer gate, fetching water, sweeping the floor, cooking and washing rice...

A book of Qi-refining techniques, from a passionate heart to a gray-haired face.

Fortunately, God will not let down those who work hard, and finally before the end of his life, he touched a glimmer of the opportunity for longevity; after that, it was a hundred years of vigor and vitality.

Killing people to rob treasures, asking for swords in the imperial city, capturing monsters in the four seas, and traveling in the nine heavens...

He experienced everything a cultivator could experience, but in the end he found that he was still a human being and still did not become an immortal.

When he came to the end of his life again, he looked back on the past and suddenly found that he had missed a lot of things on the way here.

Before my mother died, she still looked at the entrance of the village with her eyes, and promised to "walk hand in hand" with her Taoist partner...

In the past, he felt that he was born to be an immortal, and one person and one sword were enough, and he should cut off the world.

When he was about to die, he found that he was just a poor man who died alone.

He wanted to find his former confidante, but he only saw a lonely grave.

He wanted to go back to his hometown to say goodbye to his parents, but found that even the grave was gone.

After searching for a long time, he was the only one left in this vast world.

This was the first time that Lao Lu felt that he was going to die. After all, everyone around him had gone to the other side.

With this idea, the longevity path, which was already difficult to advance, was completely cut off in his heart.

This is also the reason why Lao Lu sat here and accompanied a little kid to drink wine - what else can he do except to go with the flow?

"Lao Lu, you... what are you daydreaming about... another glass..."

In the elegant room of the brothel, the enchanting singer played the piano.

The drunk Zuo Yunting lay on the table, holding a wine glass in his hand, and staggered to clink glasses with Lao Lu.

Lao Lu sighed, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the secular city outside.

If there is only one regret in this life, it is the sword on his waist.

The reason why Lao Lu stopped here was just to find the young man who had drawn the sword in the mountains, to see what this genius looked like.

And the young man stayed in such a small place, with too little experience, and no matter how good his understanding was, it would eventually be covered in dust.

No swordsman in the world would bear to see a famous sword covered in dust, and Lao Lu was the same.

It was a pity that Lao Lu searched all over Qihuang Valley, but he didn't find anyone who matched the conditions.

Lao Lu didn't know whether he had made a mistake or the young man had already left. It would definitely be meaningless to continue looking like this. In order to save time, he had to lure the snake out of the hole.

Thinking of this, Lao Lu took out the jade token with a sword from his sleeve, and said in his heart without moving his lips:

"Qi Jia, help me do something."

The true energy was infused, and the magic circle hidden in the jade token glowed faintly, but after a moment, a response came;

"Hey, Lao Lu, I'm drinking with the fairy on the Jinglu Terrace. How is it? Did you find the genius you mentioned?"

"Nothing was found, but there is a good seedling, only seventeen years old, with a physique close to the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and he is only one step away from breaking through the realm. I feel that he will achieve more than you in the future."

"Hey - I don't like to hear this. In such a small place, there can be two people who are more powerful than me, Do you think I'm a cabbage on the street? No need to look for it, it must be that guy, just bring him back directly. "

"The conditions are too different, it's not like, we have to wait and see."

"Alas, digging seedlings from someone's garden is equivalent to getting something for free, what are you looking at? Old Lu, you are getting old, why do you become fussy, not like a swordsman at all. Forget it, forget it, what do you want me to do?"

"At the end of the year, the nine sects will exchange disciples, you find a way to get Jingluo to give three places here, see if you can lure out the swordsman..."

"I know, alas..."

...

After a moment of chatting, the jade card disappeared.

Old Lu put away the jade card and turned around, but found that Zuo Yunting, who was lying on the table, had crawled under the table and started snoring.

Old Lu walked over, squatted, and patted Zuo Yunting on the face:

"My dear Yunting, where is your home? I will take you back."

Zuo Yunting, who was drunk as a mud, staggered open his eyes, then climbed up and hooked Old Lu's neck:

"I'm not drunk, continue...where were we just talking?"

Old Lu didn't mind the young man's shoulder to shoulder, took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and put it on the table, and supported Zuo Yunting down the stairs.

Zuo Yunting was so drunk that he couldn't stand steadily, but he didn't forget to say goodbye to the madam, then staggered and climbed onto the donkey with the help of the servant.

Old Lu put on his hat, turned his eyes to the dark place of Xinghua Street, and walked over there with the donkey.

Although it was late at night, there were still many pedestrians on Xinghua Street. The two people and the donkey passed by the pedestrians, which also caused a lot of sneers.

However, the laughter soon stopped.

"Ah——"

The donkey had only taken a few steps when a deafening tiger roar came from the street in the distance, which frightened many pedestrians and made them fall to the ground.

Zuo Yunting, who was lying on the donkey, was startled and fell down. He got up in a hurry and looked into the distance, only to see a big golden tiger suddenly jumped out from the street a hundred feet away.

The big tiger was more than two feet long, with limbs like beams and pillars, and its tail was like a steel whip, sweeping the houses on the street casually, bringing up a piece of rubble.

"Oh my God——"

Zuo Yunting woke up instantly and sat on the ground in fear.

Lao Lu deliberately walked over here to sober up Zuo Yunting. At this time, his goal was achieved, so he used his fingers as a sword to crush the little tiger that was harming civilians.

But when Lao Lu was about to take action quietly, he suddenly felt dizzy.

Zuo Yunting, who was so frightened that his face turned pale, actually stood up and crawled, carrying him and running back, saying:

"You old man, are you scared silly? Why don't you run quickly? You have lived enough, but I haven't..."

As he spoke, his legs flew, and he took more than ten steps in the blink of an eye.

Old Lu was carried on his shoulders, and his deep eyes showed a little surprise:

"You are very brave, I thought you were scared silly."

But Zuo Yunting was running away in a panic, so he didn't have the heart to listen to this.

Old Lu stopped talking and moved his fingers slightly. The giant tiger that was rolling a hundred feet away also fell to the ground at the same time, without any injuries on its body, leaving only a pinhole-sized blood mark on its forehead...