The silver moonlight shone through the window paper and sprinkled on the wooden floor, looking like silver frost and snow; the pipa next door sounded lightly, making the elegant room even more quiet.

Zuo Lingquan was wearing daily clothes, leaning against the head of the bed, holding the immortal scriptures he bought at the ferry entrance in his hand, and reading them silently.

Tang Jingwen was wearing a white close-fitting shirt and leaning against Zuo Lingquan's arms, moist eyes closed, and sleeping sweetly. The buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a white and rouge-colored bellyband inside. The emerald green pendant symbolizing the daughter-in-law of the Zuo family was faintly visible, and one hand was clamped inside to keep warm.

The gentle breath blew on his arms, and Zuo Lingquan looked down at him from time to time; there was nothing to do on the ferry, and he couldn't practice swords. He should have taken the opportunity to serve his wife, but the last three days were the same as the New Year, and then came again. It was difficult for the ancestor to say hello, and the two of them finally restrained themselves.

Zuo Lingquan's cheek was against a quiet bun, and he turned the "Hundred Flowers List Evaluation" in his hand with one hand, and his eyes were a little boring.

Before boarding the boat, I bought a book at will. I wanted to know the geniuses on the mountain in Huajunzhou so that I could deal with it in advance when I met on a narrow road.

But the things that came out of the Immortal Bookstore were like the portraits of "Shangguan Jiulong, Zhongzhou Wolong, Nanhuang Jianzi" treasured by Taotao, and they were not true at all.

The book list contains some female cultivators from the wealthy family in Huajunzhou. The records are detailed, with a few hundred years old, a height and personality, etc., and even write about what kind of young hero they like and which fairy they have a bad relationship with.

But these sources of information are all heard of, such as the "Fairy Luyao" in Yingyang Immortal Palace, which is the Jingtao Terrace of Yuyaozhou. Grandpa is the Sword God and is a super immortal second-generation Miss Qiu who was appointed as a disciple of Yingyang Immortal Palace.

According to the book, Fairy Lu Yao is the daughter of a wealthy family in Dongzhou. She has been gifted by the nine sects since she was a child. She pressed the short-lived "Little Shangguan" on the ground and felt that the nine sects had no enemy to fight, so she came to Huajunzhou for further study.

This statement is completely nonsense. When Lingye was dominating, the other Qingkui could only compete for the second place. The deeds are still well documented in the Nine Sects. This "Fairy Luyao" was obviously able to get lucky after Lingye was demoted to the mortal world to sharpen his mind.

The book also says that Fairy Luyao has a cold and naive personality and has no interest in worldly struggles. She only likes flowers, birds and swords, and is written like a real fairy.

But when Jiang Yi was in the barren mountain, she met Fairy Luyao. Jiang Yi's comment was that she looked a little arrogant, saying that I was much better than Lingye girl, but she had a good vision...

Well... I was afraid that Jiang Yi would get angry, so I won’t analyze it.

As for the portraits on the album, Zuo Lingquan can be painted as a "handsome version of Situ Shocking". These noble ladies from the immortals dare not make money from their appearance. They are basically the same beautiful faces. It is not easy to draw common clothes colors.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at the page of the single fairy and looked at the widow fairy from the wealthy fairy family.

The lifespan of the path of cultivation is too long. The reason why it is called a "Tao couple" rather than a "husband and wife" is because it is too difficult to bury a cave together in the path of cultivation. Almost ninety percent of them are young and young, but the other party has turned white.

In addition to the various accidents in the path of practice, it is inevitable that there are more high-level monks who are widowed in the path of practice than single high-level monks who are single from beginning to end; among them are male monks such as Qiu Fengqing, and naturally there are female monks whose spouses are named Hua Wuzhu after their spouses die.

Most of these female cultivators have a profound knowledge of Taoism, are well-off, mature and sensible, and can serve others. To be honest, they are more popular than those young fairies who look like icebergs.

Of course, the casual cultivator can only think about it. After all, these are all immortal masters who have passed the world calamity. They will not be like young girls in their 100s who can eat sweet words.

Zuo Lingquan is currently very content and has no special thoughts about these immortals, but just take a look at them casually.

But when I was watching it, the beauty in my arms suddenly condensed.

Zuo Lingquan thought his wife had woken up, so he hurriedly closed the miscellaneous books, looked down at the sleeping habit leaning against his chest, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his whole body emitted some slight fluctuations.

Zuo Lingquan was inexplicably thinking that he wanted to take out his right hand that was placed in the group to keep warm and check the flow of breath in Jingyan's body.

But as soon as he moved, the woman who was close to her eyes opened, with a little golden light in her eyes.

Four eyes are opposite...?!

Zuo Lingquan was really shocked and thought: Can you come over even if you fall asleep? It doesn't make sense...

The ancestor Shangguan felt that Tang Jingyan was relaxed when he was asleep and there was nothing difficult to say. He came over to take a look, but...

When Shangguan Laozu saw the familiar handsome face, he found that his cheek was pressed against the man's chest. He was slightly stunned, and then looked down at the discomfort in front of him...

Zuo Lingquan held the idle book in one hand, and the other was clamped by Fengsoft that could not be held with one hand. He wanted to pull out his hand, but he didn't dare to move, so his hand opened and closed slightly.

Soft ~

"Yeah..."

It's as light as if there is nothing.

Old Ancestor Shangguan frowned obviously, and then his anger appeared in his eyes!

I'm going, what did I do...

Zuo Lingquan's heart skipped a beat: "Hey, senior, what's that..." He took out his hand carefully, and acted like surrendering, with a panic look on his face.

The emotions in Shangguan's ancestor's eyes only appeared for a moment, and he regained his solemnity without anger.

Her cheeks left Zuo Lingquan's chest, she sat up, raised her hand and buckled the cloth buckle of her small shirt, looking at the books in Zuo Lingquan's hand:

"It's so late, still reading?"

Zuo Lingquan leaned against the head of the bed. Jinghua was originally lying on the inside. At this time, she sat up with a cold expression, as if her wife woke up and sat next to him and scolded him, "I'm not sleeping yet? I understand I don't go to work." It felt strange...

Seeing that the ancestor said nothing, Zuo Lingquan naturally acted as if nothing had happened and put the miscellaneous books into his sleeve:

"Look at some news and understand the situation here, well... why are you here at the senior?"

Old Master Shangguan put on his embroidered shoes. When he stood up, he had already put on his own pleated skirt and walked slowly to the futon where he was meditating and sat cross-legged:

"Can't I come here?"

"No, it's just a little unexpected."

"Have you heard about your comments outside?"

Zuo Lingquan got up and put on his outer robe, and sat opposite him on the ground:

"I heard of some, and it was messy, and it didn't feel that it would affect the next itinerary."

Speaking of this, Zuo Lingquan looked at the ancestor's eyes:

"Senior, how do I think I am performing in Luojian Mountain?"

This sentence naturally has the meaning of seeking credit, which is similar to saying to Jingyan, "Is my husband powerful or not?", but it does not show any special meaning. Judging from the tone, it is more like a junior asking the elders if they are satisfied.

Under normal circumstances, the ancestor Shangguan could not see any joy or anger on his face, so it was the same at this time:

"generally."

"Uh...ah?"

"Your record is usually a rare thing on the top of the mountain. If you knock Yuan Xiaoshan down, I can praise you. It's nothing now."

Zuo Lingquan spread his hands slightly: "The ancestor Xiaoshan doesn't fight me, it's not that I don't want to fight..."

"Do you think you can beat it?"

The ancestor Shangguan may have felt it was too serious, so he hooked up the tea tray on the table, placed it between the two of them, and poured two cups:

"I thought that when I first arrived in Yuyaozhou, I met a cultivator who was not very eyebrow to find fault... It was the lineage of the elders of the Iron Cu Mansion. Their ancestor Nangong Xin wanted to compete with me for the top of the mountain, do you know the result?"

Zuo Lingquan took the teacup he handed over and said with a smile:

"Four generations kneel down in the same family to admit their mistakes, which is very thunderous."

"snort."

Shangguan Laozu lightly picked up the tea leaves in the cup with a lid:

"At that time, I was at the same level as you, and I didn't have any immortal soldiers at hand. I knelt down for four consecutive games. My reputation is still known to everyone today. And you are in Luojian Mountain for more than a hundred years, and no one remembers it."

Zuo Lingquan said curiously: "What realm is the ancestor of Nangong at that time?"

"I beat you down with one set, but I didn't pay attention."

"Well……"

Zuo Lingquan didn't know how to complain that he was at the same level as him, without magical weapons, and was beaten down with one set of tricks. Isn't it an eighth-level ancestor? Can this be the same as the ancestor of Xiaoshan?

The ancestor Shangguan did not mention the glory of the past again, and opened his red lips and took a sip of tea:

"Don't think you're complacent if you have some achievements. The opinions of other masters are similar to those of me. When the ancestor Huang Chao of the Juejian Immortal Sect saw you draw your sword, the evaluation was that "I have not entered the world to become a saint, but I have won the heavenly beings but are close to the demon." There is also a 'superior' behind me, which is slightly higher than the master's evaluation."

"Oh?" Zuo Lingquan sat upright: "The contemporary sword god commented on it? It sounds very high..."

Old Zu Shangguan shook his head: "Don't be self-indulgent, this is that he looks down on you."

"Yeah, is that?"

"Before you have entered the world, you have become a saint, which means you are too young and have a extraordinary state of mind at a young age, but have not experienced the disasters of the world. The meaning is similar to "born as an immortal."

The ancestor Shangguan was afraid that Zuo Lingquan would not understand, so he explained:

"Your state of mind is flawless now, but you have never experienced hardships. It will be better to go smoothly in the future, but once you encounter separation from life and death, your relatives turn against each other, your brothers and feet betrayal, etc., you may be deviled on the spot. This is the gap between you and the Ten Immortal Lords. We can go so high because we have to survive this kind of thing. Even if you die suddenly in front of me, I will stick to my heart of Tao; but if I die in front of you, I can't stand it."

“…”

Zuo Lingquan felt that the topic was a bit heavy and thought for a while: "I practice swords just to avoid encountering such a thing."

"I practice hard to avoid encountering such things, but it is really difficult. The remaining sentence "The master of the celestial being is better than the demons" means that you have good qualifications but not right minds."

"Hmm?" Zuo Lingquan naturally disagreed with this sentence: "I am not right?"

The ancestor Shangguan shrugged slightly: "For the ancestor Huang Chao, your sword intent is very sharp, so sharp that you dare to be enemies with everyone. If the heaven dares to suppress you, you can pierce the sky, if the earth dares to bind you, you can pierce the earth."

Zuo Lingquan did think so, nodding and said, "Although I don't respect the world very much, I still stick to the right path..."

"Good and evil are the sayings of man, but God does not. You have no problem with your nature, but it is not very consistent with the righteous path. The righteous path emphasizes the complete righteousness and abandons the small righteousness. If necessary, the ancestor Huang Chao can use the entire clan to die for the entire nine continents to survive forever; and you probably use the death of the nine continents to survive forever. This is no different from the demons to the ancestor Huang Chao."

“…”

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while and shook his head to deny: "I practice swords because I don't want to encounter such a tangled multiple-choice question. If I encounter it but can't change the situation, it can only be said that I have not practiced hard enough."

The ancestor Shangguan nodded slightly: "The ancestor Huang Chao's personal opinion is just that. As long as I believe you can do it, whether it is the sword god or the martial god, what I say is nonsense, and I don't need to pay attention to it. I come here and just remind you that the ancestor Huang Chao said this, and it is likely that he will not help you, and you have to worry about it."

Zuo Lingquan frowned, looked at the "right wife" who was placed on the table, and asked:

"Apart from going to the sword washing pool, no one can temper their bodies and pull out the sword?"
To be continued...