Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 242 The legacy of Meishan

At noon, the scorching sun hangs in the sky.

The torrential river washes against the white stone embankment along the pier. Ships full of goods are moored at the port. From time to time, monks stepping on flying swords quietly land outside the port and walk towards Xiangyang City ten miles away.

Xiangyang City is only a small place, no matter whether it is in the fairy family or in the secular world, there is not even a serious fairy market; the only special thing is that there is a long-standing historical relic near Meishan outside the city .

The ruins are not a secret place, but simply a very old forest of steles; the origin of the forest of steles is unknown today, and the reason why it can be preserved is because there are many inscriptions on it from ancient sages, including the ancestors of the nine monks today. For commemorative significance, it was turned into a scenic spot by the nearby sect.

Even ordinary spiritual beasts are rare in Meishan Forest of Steles, and the scenery is not outstanding in Jiuzong. The only mysterious thing is that it is said that when you are lucky, you can hear the sound of the piano in the forest of steles at sunset. The "Meishan Remains" in "Eight Wonders of Yaozhou" refers to this place.

Practitioners travel around, not everyone is led by chance. When encountering such a place with historical background, there are not a few monks who come to open their eyes, such as Zuo Lingquan.

Cicadas were singing on the port, and the dazzling sun made people dare not step out of the eaves. Even Lifu on the pier had already rested, sitting under the pergola of the tea stand, chatting about what he had seen and heard recently.

Just when the sun was at its hottest, a small boat sailed upstream from the river and slowly arrived near the port.

On the deck of the painting boat, a crystal-clear ice sculpture was exposed to the scorching sun in mid-June, but it did not melt abnormally; on the back of the ice sculpture, there was a white bird with the same appearance, lying on it with its small claws facing the sky, Sticking out his little tongue, he looked pitiful like "the bird is dying of heat".

Beside the ice sculpture is a swordsman in a black robe and hat, holding a saber in his hand, practicing swordsmanship on the small deck. His movements are not fast, but his shots are extremely steady.

Perhaps sensing the pitiful appearance of the little white bird, the swordsman said:

"You can breathe fire and you're afraid of heat?"

The dumplings are definitely not afraid of the heat, but if they are not pitiful, how can they eat and drink them?

It earnestly chirped twice, then opened its beak, indicating that it needs iced dried fish to relieve the heat.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't understand what Tuanzi said, but he could roughly understand the meaning. He didn't have any dried fish, so he took a watermelon he bought on the way from Linglong Pavilion, and put it on the ice sculpture for Tuanzi to chew on.

The melons and fruits in the world can only satisfy the appetite, but there are some things that you can’t eat too much. The dumplings don’t dislike them at all, and they flipped up at one end, performing three mouthfuls and one melon in front of Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled, then looked towards the shore and saw that he was near Xiangyang City. He put away his sword and entered the cabin of the painting boat.

"My dear concubine, we have arrived at Xiangyang City. Don't you want to visit Meishan Stele Forest?"

The furnishings inside the cabin are the same as before, but Jiang Yi, who often sits behind the desk dealing with files, has been replaced by Shangguan Lingye herself; Leng Zhu, who is helping to look up materials on the opposite side, has become Wu Qingwan.

Since Patriarch Shangguan left Yicheng more than ten days ago, Zuo Lingquan and the other two people also set off and rushed to Peach Blossom Pond on the northernmost side of Jiuzong.

Zuo Lingquan kissed Shangguan Lingye at sea, and wanted to talk about it on the road, but there are indeed many trivial matters about hunting down demons. Since Shangguan Lingye sat back at the desk, he has not gotten up and has been dealing with things ; Probably because Qingwan was here, Shangguan Lingye's attitude towards him was no different from before, as if he had forgotten what happened at sea.

Zuo Lingquan was not good at handling official affairs, so he couldn't help or disturb him, so he just practiced his sword on the deck by himself, and he hadn't spoken in private these days.

Qing Wan has a soft temper, and originally only meditated and practiced in the room, but when she saw that Shangguan Lingye was so busy all by himself that he didn't even have time to rest, he couldn't sit still, so he offered to help.

Shangguan Lingye naturally wanted this. He originally wanted to train Qingwan so that she could take charge of her own business, and then directly delegate power to become the boss.

But Qing Wan and Jiang Yi have different personalities, and they don't have the will to be strong. All matters that require decision-making, they can make up their own minds and don't make up their own minds. They must be decided by Shangguan Lingye himself.

After Shangguan Lingye hinted several times to no avail, he had no choice but to give up on this idea.

At this time, Shangguan Lingye was sitting behind the desk, looking at something with a bronze mirror. When she heard Zuo Lingquan's voice, she raised her eyes and glanced out the window, shaking her head:

"I can't go now, I only have time at night."

Shangguan Lingye himself said that he wanted to visit Meishan Forest of Steles, and asked Zuo Lingquan to pay attention. Zuo Lingquan came to inform him. Hearing this, he said in confusion:

"Is the Demon Hunting Department's matter urgent?"

"A little bit. Yun Zhengyang finally crawled out from the iron arrowhead Grotto-Heaven. Situ shocked that bastard, and lied to others that his master disliked him for coming out too slowly, so he was expelled from the teacher's school, recruited a new disciple, and gave back to him. Immortal sword..."

? ?

Isn't this coming later!

Zuo Lingquan's expression condensed, he stood up straighter and asked seriously:

"Then what?"

"Situ Zhenzhen just deceived people. He also used the authority of the Anti-Monster Division to restrict Yun Zhengyang's Sword King Card. Yun Zhengyang couldn't contact Jiang Taiqing, so he believed it and disappeared. Situ Zhenzhen couldn't find anyone, so I asked him to Find a way. What can I do? If this destroys their apprentice Sword Heart, and Master gives you as their apprentice, they may not agree..."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze: "Yun Zhengyang is a high disciple of the Sword Emperor. His Taoist heart can't be so fragile, right?"

"Who knows, no matter how unworthy they are, they are from Central Continent. The sword cultivators of Central Continent are all martial arts lunatics, and they will definitely retaliate. If they really mess up, things will definitely not be settled."

Shangguan Lingye raised his eyes and looked at Zuo Lingquan: "This matter has nothing to do with you. You and Qingwan go shopping first. I'll come find you when I'm done."

Wu Qingwan, who had been helping for more than ten days in a row, was already a little dizzy. She put down the file and said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work, ma'am. Contact me anytime if you need anything. I'll be right back."

Shangguan Lingye nodded slightly and continued to work on his affairs.

Wu Qingwan returned to the small cabin at the back, put on a light blue summer skirt, found a veil, put it on, and walked out of the cabin...

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Jiuzong is in the south of Yuyao Continent, but its actual territory covers the central part of Yuyao Continent. Fulong Mountain is in the middle of Yuyao Continent on land. The mountains spread from north to south. The northeast side belongs to Jianhuang City, and the southwest is Peach Blossom Pond and Fulong Mountain. , the territory of Yaowang Tower.

Xiangyang City is built on the Yinlin River. The source of the river is Fulong Mountain. Zuo Lingquan's current location is only more than three thousand miles away from Fulong Mountain. Taohuatan and Fulong Mountain are related to the mountain and the mountain. It can be said that they have already arrived. Doorstep.

In order not to disturb the people, the painting boat was moored on the bank of the river outside the port. Wu Qingwan held up a flower umbrella to block the scorching sun. After getting off the boat with Zuo Lingquan, they walked to Xiangyang City together.

Tens of thousands of miles away from home, it was the first time that Wu Qingwan came to this place that she had never seen in books before. Wu Qingwan would inevitably feel a bit fresh. She would take a closer look at everything she saw on the road, just like she had been living in a boudoir for a long time and occasionally went out. The little daughter-in-law on an outing.

Finding that Zuo Lingquan was frowning and a little absent-minded, Wu Qingwan asked softly:

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy coming out with me? How about I go back and let the concubine come over instead?"

Zuo Lingquan shook his head quickly, raised his hand to take the umbrella, and covered Wu Qingwan's head:

"How is that possible? It's not that I'm unhappy, it was the Dowager Empress who said that just now. I just asked Cheng Jiujiang to fool Yun Zhengyang, but I didn't expect Brother Shock to do such a trick..."

"What was your idea?"

Wu Qingwan was slightly surprised, but she didn't say anything because of this. Zuo Lingquan said instead:

"There is nothing to worry about. People in cultivation have to rely on themselves. Not to mention Situ Zhenzhen deceiving Yun Zhengyang. Even if he is really expelled from the school by his master, he can only blame himself for his lack of ambition. Jian. I have taught many disciples before, and the teacher is just a guide. If the disciple cannot do without the master and everything must be approved by the teacher, then one day the teacher will not know what is right or wrong. What should I do? "

"That's true."

"If I were Yun Zhengyang, and I was kicked out of the school after being rejected by my master, my first thought would be to refuse to accept it. If I didn't make steamed buns to fight for my reputation, I would crawl out of my way to show my master how blind he was back then. Yun Zhengyang's disappearance is probably because of this idea. If he really makes a name for himself, his master will not be able to thank you before it's too late."

Zuo Lingquan thought about it for a moment and felt that this made sense, and nodded:

"Wanwan still sees clearly."

Wu Qingwan walked slowly with her hands folded on her waist and sighed quietly:

"What's the use of being able to see clearly? If your cultivation level is not high, your words will have no weight, and few people will listen. When I was in Qihuang Valley, my cultivation level was much higher than yours. You were so obedient at that time, and you took everything you said seriously. It’s a golden rule, I can’t wait to have it engraved in my mind; now is great…”

Zuo Lingquan spread his hands slightly: "Am I disobedient now?"

"What did you hear?"

Wu Qingwan glanced at Zuo Lingquan:

"'If you don't want it, you still want it. If you want it, you still want it.' These are your exact words, right?"

If you don’t want to, you just want to...?

Zuo Lingquan paused and blinked:

"Hmm...yes. But how can these private words be used as examples?"

"Why not? These shameless words mean that you can't be cured by bullying me. But when we were in Qihuang Valley, if I said no, would you dare not listen?"

Zuo Lingquan recalled it carefully and nodded: "When we first practiced, you wouldn't let us kiss you anywhere, and I didn't listen either."

"..."

When Wu Qingwan thought about it, it was true. She suddenly didn't want to talk and walked forward with her head buried in her head.

Zuo Lingquan hurriedly caught up, used an umbrella to cover the scorching sun, and said with a smile:

"I know, I will be obedient from now on. If you say you don't want it, I won't. I won't be a scumbag."

Wu Qingwan was almost used to suffering losses, so she didn't believe it at all and ignored it.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan could only hold Wu Qingwan's wrist and walk into the woods:

"How about giving it a try now? If I keep my word, I will change my name to You Lingquan from now on."

Try it?

Wu Qingwan was stunned for a moment, and after she realized what she was doing, she quickly freed her wrist:

"Be honest, you finally went out for a walk, but you want to do bad things before you have even taken three steps... The sun is not too hot, isn't it?"

Zuo Lingquan was just joking and didn't talk back. He accompanied Wu Qingwan to enjoy the scenery of Xiangyang City.

Xiangyang City is just a secular city, there is nothing special about it. Turning up the trail into the mountain from outside the city, the scenery gradually changes.

Meishan is about thirty miles away from Xiangyang City. A tree-lined stone road leads from Xiangyang City along the river to the depths of Meishan. The road is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there are academies, Taoist temples, and summer resorts built within it. Wait for secular buildings.

There were many monks and ordinary people coming to enjoy the scenery. There were also many fortune tellers and vendors setting up stalls on the roadside. The noise slightly ruined the quiet atmosphere of the place.

However, after walking a few miles in and turning around the foot of a mountain, the view suddenly opened up. A clear blue lake appeared between the mountains, filled with secular cruise ships, and a mountain wall stood at the other end of the lake.

There is a chiselled scroll on the mountain wall, but it is a pity that it was destroyed by man for unknown reasons. Now there is only an uneven mountain wall left. The traces are so old that at first glance, it looks like a natural formation. When you get closer, you can see some lines on the scroll.

Zuo Lingquan and Wu Qingwan followed the crowds of people to the mountain wall and listened to the explanations from the people around them. There were various theories. The most bizarre one was that the "Hantan" carved by Lord Peach Blossom was "Moon Worshiping Picture", Lord Linyuan didn't like it when he passed by it in the early years, so he conveniently erased it. ’.

The reason for this statement was naturally that the two lords had a private disagreement. Based on Zuo Lingquan’s understanding of Shangguan Ancestor, it was impossible for him to do such a low-price thing. After hearing this, he just laughed it off.

The stone wall is at the entrance of Meishan, but most people turn back when they reach here. Very few people go in because the entrance fee, which costs hundreds of white jade pillars, is too high.

Zuo Lingquan and Wu Qingwan came here, so they were not stingy about the ticket price. After paying the money and crossing the stone bridge, they entered the Profound Transcendence winding path. Both sides were surrounded by undeveloped barren mountains and wild ridges. Not even a single building edge could be seen. arrive.

Wu Qingwan was originally very interested, but when she saw the endless barren mountains and wild ridges, she was suddenly disappointed:

"What's the 'Meishan Relic'? I saw it mentioned every day in Shuiyue, and thought it was so beautiful, but it turns out it doesn't look as good as Qihuang Valley. No wonder no one wants to spend money to come in. Isn't this a scam?"

"It's such a beautiful place. Why does it need to hire people to promote it every day? The ticket price is so high, probably because everyone only comes once in a lifetime."

After Zuo Lingquan took a few steps, he felt that the scenery in front of him was very different from what he had imagined, so he focused his attention on the stone monument on the roadside.

There are many half-buried stone tablets in the mountains on one side of the stone path. After countless years of wind and rain, most of them are no longer visible. Only a few well-positioned stone tablets are left, and the handwriting can still be read.

There were some monks gathered around the stone tablet where the writing could be seen, observing carefully, because it was forbidden to rub the tablet, and there were disciples guarding it.

Zuo Lingquan walked over and glanced at it. The handwriting engraved on it was completely understandable. Some doggerel poems such as "I want to draw the spring breeze as a brush, Feng Shui forms a river with falling clouds" are not interesting at all.

Zuo Lingquan didn't study much about poetry, but he could still tell the good and bad. Just when he was about to shake his head and joke about something, he suddenly saw the signature below - Chen Chaoli.

Zuo Lingquan staggered in his steps, and his words became:

"What the hell is this...a wonderful poem of extraordinary craftsmanship. The person who composed the poem must be a great master."

Wu Qingwan also wanted to comment, but when she saw the name, she knew I was not worthy, so she obediently shut her mouth.

The few monks who were looking at the stone tablet could certainly see that the poem was not very well written, but no one dared to criticize Lord Fulong outside Fulong Mountain. After hearing this, they turned around and echoed:

"Fellow Daoist has a good eye. Not to mention his poetry skills, this artistic conception alone is beyond the reach of all of us..."

Zuo Lingquan suddenly felt that the ticket price was actually quite reasonable. Where else could he see the "clumsy works" of the Eight Lords.

He became interested again and continued forward with Wu Qingwan, looking for any calligraphy treasures left by the Shangguan Patriarch.

There are many steles outside Meishan, roughly estimated to be no less than a thousand, and most of them have been completely corroded. Although no notes left by Shangguan Yutang have been found, there are only a dozen or so who can read the words, and they are all celebrities without exception.

Even if Zuo Lingquan hadn't heard of it, he had learned about it from other monks, most of whom were the first elders of the three great elder sects.

Zuo Lingquan stopped and walked, and the more he looked at it, the more he was shocked--the place where so many big brothers of the immortal family were willing to leave calligraphy, he only knows the city wall of Jianhuang City; Meishan's influence may not be lost to Jian The imperial city, and the handwriting on the stele, judging from the choice of words and sentences, are all praising the beauty of the plum blossoms here, without any publicity or belittling.

For this to happen, either the scenery here is so beautiful that everyone is fascinated by it, or the people here are so senior that no one dares to say a bad word.

But after thousands of years of vicissitudes, the former glory has long been reduced to weeds and rotten trees all over the mountain. Zuo Lingquan has never even heard of such a person in the practice path.

Wu Qingwan felt similar to Zuo Lingquan. After walking for a while, she sighed:

"There is a saying in the secular world called 'dust to dust, dust to dust'. The same is true for the practice of Taoism. No matter how famous people and things are, they can't stand the years. If it weren't for these stone tablets to prove it, who would have known that there would be such a thing in the past?" It’s an amazing place; I’m afraid that in a few hundred years, the world won’t be able to find any traces at all.”

"yes."

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly and continued walking forward until he came to the foot of Meishan Mountain full of plum blossom trees.

Plum blossoms bloom in winter and spring. Because it is summer, you can only see the lush green mountains. Apart from the neatly planted trees, the scenery is not very beautiful.

Zuo Lingquan came to the foot of the mountain road and found that there are more tourists here than on the road. Many new stone tablets have been erected everywhere on the mountain, and the handwriting is also clearly visible. The most distant ones are more than a hundred years old, and the closest ones may have been yesterday; as for the ones above His poems and songs are not as good as those of Lord Fulong.

The two found a wooden building at the foot of the mountain, and there were many monks watching the fun gathered outside; after asking, they found out that the sect in charge of this place specially set up these stone tablets in order to make money, so that tourists can spend money to leave their handwriting, The price is extremely exaggerated. A thousand white jade bahts are close to a Spiritual Weapon.

Although the eating looks are ugly, but I have to say that my calligraphy can be put together with Lord Fulong and other immortal masters, which can make many people who are not short of money tempted.

Zuo Lingquan could afford the money, but it was pointless to ask him to do such a thing that would make people laugh when he became famous in the future. He really had no motivation, and was ready to turn around and leave immediately.

Naturally, Wu Qingwan didn't have the habit of being a prodigal daughter-in-law. After glancing at the young people who were paying, she wanted to return. But when she saw the sect brand on the waist of the disciple who paid the money, Wu Qingwan suddenly frowned and stopped.

Zuo Lingquan thought he saw someone he knew, so he turned around to look at the crowd, but didn't find anything strange, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Ling Quan, look at the brand on that young man's waist, with the clan emblem on it, does it look familiar?"

Zong emblem is the symbol of each major sect, and it is also engraved on various produced objects. It is too familiar to look familiar.

Zuo Lingquan was a little funny at first, but when he looked carefully at the bully in Tsing Yi, he found that the Zong emblem on his waist was a "two-leaf gourd". Observed carefully somewhere.

"Really...have we met somewhere? We have also met together..."

"Um……"

Wu Qingwan frowned, thinking about it for a long time, suddenly took Zuo Lingquan's Linglong Pavilion, rummaged through it, and found two pages of 'tales' in some corner, looked at the emblem on it, and suddenly realized:

"As expected, I told you where I had seen it..."

When Zuo Lingquan saw the talisman, he remembered that he still had this thing in his collection—this was the magic robe of the talisman master he encountered when he was ambushed by Yexiu in the back mountain of Qihuanggu Valley, and it was used by Junior Brother Wang Rui. It was found through the bone-touching method; because I couldn't understand it and it was hard to sell, I kept throwing it aside.

Zuo Lingquan was full of surprise and said with a smile: "You can remember this? I have completely forgotten it."

"Are women attentive? Besides, let me study the treasure you brought back for the first time. I will definitely be impressed."

Wu Qingwan glanced at the talisman spectrum and asked: "The talisman spectrum is a broken page. It looks like it was stolen. It's useless for us to hold it. What should we do now?"

Zuo Lingquan felt that the things that a Qi Refining monk could steal would not be treasures, and it would be useless for him to keep them. After a little deliberation, he turned and walked towards the wooden building beside the mountain road...

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Debt...a lot or2!

I didn't finish it until last night, and then I have to write the evening one again, so I probably won't be able to finish it...

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