"Jiji..."

The rising sun rose, and the sound of birds and the crackling sound of firewood burning came in from the window.

Zuo Lingquan opened his eyes, calmed down a little before he was completely awake.

After changing shifts with the Queen Mother last night, nothing worth talking about happened. He was really tired and felt that he closed his eyes and opened it and it was dawn.

Zuo Lingquan turned over and stretched his waist. In a blink of an eye, the room was neatly tidied, with a few wooden boards engraved with words leaning against the wall, but Shangguan Lingye disappeared.

Zuo Lingquan walked out of the door and followed the sound to the kitchen on the side of the yard. He saw Tuanzi standing on the windowsill, waving his wings, and fiercely "jijijiji...", looking similar to yesterday's instructions to cook. Just listening to his tone, he knew that he was saying, "Why are you clumsy?"

Zuo Lingquan leaned over to the window and looked in. Grandma Tomoya, who was dressed in plain clothes, stood next to the stove, holding a spatula in her hand; on the plate next to it, there were cut meat and vegetables found from somewhere, and the knife skills were good, but she didn't know how to put the pot first, and pointed at the plate:

"Do this first?"

"grumble."

"oh……"

Seeing Zuo Lingquan poking his head to look at the window, Shangguan Lingye's expression returned to his usual "all things are intact". He cooked dishes seriously, and acted like a good wife and mother.

"How about I do it."

"You can't cook, so why do you come to cook? Go and call you when you eat."

Zuo Lingquan's cooking skills were about nothing, so he didn't go in to join in the fun when he saw this. After a little washing up, he took a few wooden boards from the house and left the yard.

The people of Macheng County were gathered nearby, and there were quite a lot of people in the streets and alleys. The man with a red turban walked back and forth to maintain order. Several women supported the pot, and the ragged people lined up to get the porridge soup.

Zuo Lingquan had figured out the road last night and came directly to a tea shop under the city wall.

The four rebel leaders were in the courtyard outside the tea shop, holding weapons and comparing each other. It seemed that they were doing morning exercises, and the people were gathering. No one in Lu Chen ran around and leaned against the side to watch.

"Lu Chen, do you think that the three of us can't beat that Zuo Hero, is it true or not?"

The person who spoke was Zhu Ba who also used a sword, and a sword played a big opening and closing. His kung fu foundation was the highest among the few people, and he had the intention of not accepting his words.

Lu Chen had seen Zuo Lingquan's sword-making posture and said disdainfully:

"If you don't believe it, you'll know if you go over and try it... Hey, this is not here."

Jiang Heng turned around when he heard the sound, saw Zuo Lingquan coming, put away the red tassel spear and greeted:

"Xia Zuo got up quite early. How did he rest with his wife last night?"

"It's pretty good, thanks to Leader Jiang's hospitality."

Zuo Lingquan came to the tea shop and put down the wooden board:

"We have nothing to thank. I wrote something overnight yesterday. I hope Brother Jiang can use it in the future."

When several people heard this, they all surrounded them and looked at the wooden board.

But they were all from the brides of the world, and they were considered cultural people who could recognize their names. They were embarrassed when faced with the densely packed small characters and graphics.

Su Ziyu, dressed as a scholar, went to a private school for one year when she was a child. At this time, she stood in front of a few people with her hands behind her back and read carefully:

"March and war, morale is more important than swords, guns and armor. Soldiers have a desire. No matter how thin a person is, he has the courage of thousands of men; the leader is free from his will, and the soldiers who fight for a hundred years are also mobs..."

In order for them to understand, Shangguan Lingye's words were very down-to-earth and his narrative was extremely detailed, which was equivalent to teaching step by step. As long as he had a little brain, whether he could apply what he had learned depends on his ability.

Jiang Heng listened for a moment and said unexpectedly: "Is this the art of war?"

Zuo Lingquan would not marches and fight, but what Shangguan Lingye wrote would definitely not be a mess. He nodded and said:

"That's right, not only the method of using troops, but also other things are all the experiences summarized by predecessors. Brother Jiang carefully recorded them, and it is of great use."

Jiang Heng didn't know how effective the brands could be, but he didn't take them underestimate them. He took a few wooden boards with Su Ziyu to study them carefully.

Zhu Ba and Cao Xin are pure people in the martial arts world and are not very interested in these things. After the two of them finished chatting, Zhu Ba stepped forward and spoke:

"We martial artists don't understand the matter of literati. I heard that Zuo Daxia is very skilled in martial arts. If he can give us some advice on martial arts, it seems that it is much more useful than military tactics. Zuo Daxia, don't you?"

He was talking about guidance, but Zhu Ba's meaning was obviously to try to compete.

Zuo Lingquan has a wide range of martial arts in the world and has a lot of experiences. He may not be able to use it in the future in the future. He has not hidden his own private matters at the moment. He has taken a wooden stick as a weapon and has learned from a few people to teach them some of his understanding based on the martial arts styles of several people.

As for the process of the discussion, there is no need to describe it in detail. It basically means that an adult is fighting with a three-year-old child with a wooden stick.

As the saying goes, "The master leads the door and practices in person." Several people have a foundation in kung fu. Remembering what they teach is enough. Whether they can understand something can only depend on their own understanding.

It was only when Zuo Lingquan was busy outside the tea shop that he was about noon that he was able to get out and returned to his yard with a few new wooden boards.

Time was obviously past meal time, and the fragrance of fried pork remained in the courtyard.

When Zuo Lingquan entered the courtyard, he saw the door of the main house open. Shangguan Lingye was sitting at the square table, holding his hands in a daze, with his covered plates and bowls and chopsticks in front of him. The silhouette looked like a little jade family waiting for her husband to come home for dinner.

The dumplings were almost greedy, rolling around on the table, constantly counting and counting. When Zuo Lingquan came back, he became energetic and turned it up and thought to lift the covered plate himself.

Zuo Lingquan put down the wooden board and said unexpectedly: "Why don't you eat it first? What should I do?"

Shangguan Lingye came to his senses and got up and went to the kitchen to serve the meal:

"It's nothing, I just want to experience the feeling of a woman in the world. Although I can only deal with food, rice, oil and salt, this day feels much more leisurely than the path of practice."

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and said, "That's because we have no pressure. We are really in the secular family, and life is much more difficult than this."

Shangguan Lingye naturally understood this truth. She just wanted to say, "It's nothing unacceptable to live like this after giving up the immortality." Seeing that Zuo Lingquan didn't understand the meaning, she didn't say anything more, and put the rice on the table and started having breakfast together...

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The northern part of the Nine Sects, Taohuatan.

Although the Nine Sects are called the "Nine Sects in the South", their sphere of influence has covered the central part of Yuyao Continent. Fulong Mountain is the Zhongyue of Yuyao Continent. After crossing the mountains and entering the endless desert, they will reach Zhongzhou Jianhuang City. The ten thousand miles of territory on the east side of the mountain range to the coast are the jurisdiction of Taohuatan.

Taohuatan is famous for its farming and weaving, and is the source of raw materials needed by monks in the entire Yuyaozhou. Cultivating these materials requires a large-scale spiritual field, so the appearance of the sect is completely different from that in other places.

The endless black soil plain is divided into countless small pieces, the rivers within are arranged in an orderly manner, and various picking and fertilizing equipment moves in it; the color of the spiritual grass is mostly brilliant, and when viewed from the sky, it is colorful, like a sea of ​​flowers.

Lingcao is very delicate, and artificial cultivation requires careful care. It is far from enough to maintain such a large-scale spiritual field. The secular people on the plains were hired by Taohuatan for a long time and became immortal farmers passed down from generation to generation. It is considered to be the place with the smallest barriers between the nine sects and the fairy mortals.

It's summer, and the sun is scorching on the plains.

Old Ancestor Shangguan, wearing a golden dragon scale dress, floated alone across the vast plain and came to a canyon surrounded by mountains.

The canyon is a hundred miles apart, and peach blossom trees planted in it that are full of seasons spread to the surrounding mountains. In the center is a clear and cold pool. The breeze blows by, and the ripples of the swaying sea of ​​flowers stir up folds and blend into the water surface. The scene is like a dream.

Shangguan Yutang did not alarm the disciples of Taohuatan, and regarded the protection sect formation as nothing, and slowly landed beside the pool in the center of the canyon.

The cold pond of clear water is surrounded by peach forests, with a huge ancestral tree in it. More than ten people hugged each other. The umbrella-shaped canopy covers the sky and the sun, and thousands of peach blossoms bloom. Before they get close, the rich fragrance of flowers can make people fascinate it and it is difficult to find a way out. Therefore, no disciple dares to approach within a few miles.

Shangguan Yutang fell barefoot on the petals all over the ground. He first glanced at the ancestral tree older than her, and then looked under the canopy.

The huge canopy blocked the sunlight, and the trees were cool. There was a stone tablet near the pool, with the words "...hand-planted here" engraved on it. The first three characters were supposed to be human names, but they were scraped off.

Below the canopy is a beauty couch with vines growing on its own, and there are several wine jars poured beside it.

The woman with a delicate figure in spring clothes was lying on the beauty couch in a not very elegant position. Her proud breasts were crushed by her weight, showing a very tense outline from the side.

The fragrant buttocks wrapped in spring shirt are drawn in a perfect curve, connecting the plump and round legs. The hem of the skirt is not neat, revealing half of the calves like mutton fat. On the feet are wearing dark green embroidered shoes with petals, and one is also lost.

The woman in spring clothes has not been very regular. She puts one arm under her cheek as a pillow, the other arm is hanging from the beauty couch, and a small wine jar is hooked at her fingertips. This situation is quite suitable to describe it as drunkenness.

As the head of the Nine Sects, Shangguan Yutang is serious all year round, has a cold and majestic personality than most men, and has a steady and domineering demand for his disciples. He is most despised by such a monk who succumbs to desires and has no ambitions to live and die in a drunken and dreams all day long.

Seeing that the woman had not woken up, Shangguan Yutang's eyes showed a chill, his fingers curled, and a water curtain appeared beside him, and the water curtain reflected the woman's drunken scene.

This move is not to use unknown immortal magical powers, but simply to broadcast live, allowing the disciples and grandchildren of Taohuatan to see what their respected ancestors are in private.

However, this method is obviously more effective than the magical power of the immortals. As soon as the water curtain was unfolded, the Peach Blossom Lord on the beauty couch raised his cheeks in a daze, raised his finger to disperse the water curtain, looked at the woman in the golden skirt in front of him, and the peach Blossom beautiful eyes showed an unexpected look, and said drunk:

"Hey? Yutang, why are you here? I thought you forgot my sister..."

While speaking, he stood up shakingly, walked to Shangguan Yutang with one foot barefoot, and opened his arms to embrace him when he met an old friend.

Shangguan Yutang was slender and taller than most men, while Peach Blossom Lord was graceful and graceful, a little worse in size, and unsteady. He opened his arms and fell down after only two steps away. He hugged Shangguan Yutang's waist and buried his cheeks between his high clothes.

puff--

Shangguan Yutang frowned and raised his hand to push away the Taohua Lord who was about to die of drunkenness, but found that she rubbed her cheeks against the collar of her clothes and said drunkenly:

"Huh~ Is there a sandbag inside? It's quite big and not soft at all..."

?!!

Pad? Sandbag?

Even Shangguan Yutang's unsightly temperament was still angry, and his eyebrows were raised, and he raised his hand to throw the crazy woman back to the beauty couch, and said coldly:

"Old witch, do you want to die?"

"What are you doing~"

The Lord of Peach Blossom fell on the beauty couch, waved his sleeves in dissatisfaction, and then searched and groped left and right.

Shangguan Yutang resisted the urge to take action, walked to the heels, kicked the shoes that were thrown aside, but he didn't expect that the Lord Peach Blossom was not looking for shoes at all. After searching around for a long time, he took another jar of wine from under the ancestral tree, opened the seal, hugged it and sent it to his lips.

Seeing this, Shangguan Yutang's face became colder and colder.

They are both deities and female cultivators. In theory, they should have a good relationship with each other in private, but in fact they are definitely not.

If there is only one female cultivator among the Eight Lords and is very strong, the other seven male cultivators will act with the same attitude and will not have too many conflicts.

But it’s different for two female cultivators. The Peach Blossom Lord is also a female cultivator, and he is very ‘feminine’ - he just likes to care about small things - he always feels that ‘all women are all women, they are all people in the nine sects. Why do you make you bigger and I make you smaller? Why should I listen to you?’ No matter what, you have to gesture with Shangguan Yutang.
To be continued...