Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 243 Erecting a Monument

Sunset on the west mountain, the stream of evening light sprinkled on the lone boat by the river, dyed the crystal clear ice sculptures golden yellow.

Shangguan Lingye sorted out the files, got up and went to the window, and blew the river breeze for a while, before he brushed away all the trivial matters from his mind and let out a sigh of relief.

Outside the window is the red sun on the Qingjiang River, and you can hear the chirping of tits in the sky. The scenery cannot be said to be unique, but it is quiet enough, and it is indeed a good place to relax.

Shangguan Lingye looked down, raised his finger and lightly hooked it, and replaced the gorgeous phoenix skirt with the song skirt that ladies in the world like to wear.

But after taking a closer look, I feel that I am over a hundred years old, and I am too young to wear it like this, and I have turned into an apricot yellow summer dress, decorated with flower hairpins, which looks elegant, and I have a little maid, who is said to be out to play nearby Mrs. Madam, I am afraid no one will believe it.

After packing up his outfit, Shangguan Lingye walked out of the cabin, only to see the dumpling that ate watermelon without spitting out the watermelon rind, lying sprawled on the head of the ice sculpture, with the white fluff blown by the river wind, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Shangguan Lingye held up the hem of his skirt and left lightly. Unexpectedly, Tuanzi was not as alert as usual, so he quickly raised his head to look at her:

"grumble?"

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

"Ji~"

The dumpling quickly flipped over, landed on Shangguan Lingye's shoulder, and started chattering, presumably to remind Shangguan Lingye that the sun was about to set, should it be time for dinner?

Shangguan Lingye naturally understood the meaning, took out the dried fish, fed the dumpling, and looked around with interest.

When he was young, Shangguan Lingye kept his ears shut and devoted himself to his cultivation. Although he had been to all nine sects, he always came and went in a hurry, with his eyes above the top, not to mention a small place like Xiangyang City. , I am not even interested in taking a look at the scenic spots of the major sects.

Later, when I was stuck with nothing to do, I started to read idle books and learned about things that had nothing to do with spiritual practice.

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

The rumor of "Meishan Remains" has been around for a long time. In order to attract the rich to come to enjoy the scenery, the sect responsible for maintaining this place has sent people to publicize it all year round. Basically, as long as the monks who have used the water moon have heard of it.

If there is only a forest of steles left, with calligraphy left by the ancient sages on it, it will not attract the attention of the ancient Ling Ye.

The strange thing is that those steles are real, but there is no exact record of this place in the Iron Clan Mansion; the master has no chance to ask, only the old people in the sect, but those people don't know the reason, just say It may be the residence of the sect before the war of stealing pills and destroying the world.

After the Battle of Stealing Pills, Yuyaozhou was interrupted for generations, and no less than a thousand sects died. There are indeed many ancient sects that have been forgotten by the world.

But Meishan has the inscriptions of the elders and even the ancestors of the Nine Schools. Even if this kind of place is just an ordinary small pond, there should be some sayings handed down, but there is no saying about the actual situation, and no one knows the source.

When this happens, it can only be that someone artificially deleted a piece of history for some unknown reason.

Shangguan Lingye doesn't have to guess who is the person who can have such skills. Apart from the three elders of the Nine Sects, including her master, there is no one else. But what this move is to hide is really hard to figure out. .

Now that she came to this place, Shangguan Lingye, driven by curiosity, naturally wanted to find some clues. Unfortunately, after thousands of years, Xiangyang City has long been reduced to a secular city. People like her who came here to search for traces must have Many of the abnormalities that could be discovered should have been discovered long ago, but nothing noteworthy was found along the way.

Shangguan Lingye was strolling along the stone path in the mountains. His steps seemed slow but fast. In just a moment, he passed the painted wall and many stone tablets.

The inscription had been heard for a long time, and there was nothing surprising about it. Shangguan Lingye gradually lost interest. He wanted to call Zuo Lingquan back and continue his journey, but he was attracted by the words of the monk who turned back from the front:

"Where did this stupid young man come from? Jiugong Mountain dares to provoke him..."

"Damn it, let's go now, be careful to make a mess..."

The speaker was a pair of Taoist couples who were in the early stages of Linggu, and they quickly walked past.

Shangguan Lingye was a little confused when he heard this. Jiugongshan was the sect responsible for taking care of Meishan. In terms of status, it was the subordinate sect of Fulongshan. However, the main source of income for the sect was collecting tickets from Meishan. You can imagine how big the sect could grow.

However, just like Qihuang Valley, no matter how poor the lower sect is, it is still a lower sect. As long as it relies on the nine sects, it can sway people to the eight masters. Ordinary monks dare not provoke them at all. This kind of situation of causing trouble on other people's territory is quite serious. Not often encountered.

In order to watch the excitement, Shangguan Lingye walked a little further and came to the foot of Meishan Mountain. Unexpectedly, he saw a young man in black robe standing in front of the wooden building with a sword in one hand, blood dripping from the sword's edge.

There were four or five monks wearing sect uniforms standing under the wooden building. There was another one lying on the ground in front of him, holding his bleeding throat. Not far away there was a severed arm...

"grumble?"

——

A little earlier.

After Zuo Lingquan briefly communicated with Wu Qingwan, he took two pages of talismans and came to the crowd of people watching outside the wooden building.

The wooden building was built at the entrance of the stone road up the mountain. In front of it was a small flat area with an unengraved stone tablet. Jiugongshan disciples in brown robes stood beside it, 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 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 carve 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. The three of them pooled their 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 has suffered losses before. He spent ten taels of silver to buy a small starving beetle as a 'memory'. He felt that there was no harm in being slaughtered. Although the losses suffered by these three young people were a bit big, it was better In the future, I will accompany you with my life.

Wu Qingwan stood by her side, also not intending to dissuade her, but just shook her head secretly.

Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to wait for the three young men to be slaughtered, and find a chance to secretly stuff the talisman into their clothes, but after watching for a long time, he saw that the three of them didn't make enough for a thousand white jade beads. After counting the three money bags, there were only more than 700 coins.

The monks who were watching the crowd burst into laughter when they saw this; the expression of the middle-aged monk behind the table also changed a little.

Seeing this, the girl among the three said, "I don't have enough money, so let's forget it and come back next time."

The other two companions also had the same intention, so they wanted to put away the money bag.

But the people in Jiugong Mountain are here to do a hammer business here, and they may not wait a few days for a bad guy to come to the door. The value of a stone and the manual cost of engraving is less than one tael of silver, and it is worthless to exchange 700 white jade beads. How can you let people go?

The middle-aged monk behind the table sighed and said:

"I have already asked the teacher to take good care of Feng Shui, and I am 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 back next time..."

The expression of the middle-aged monk froze: "A few little friends came to ask, I have been talking here for a long time, everything and people are ready, but I waited for 'come again next time', are you making fun of my Jiugong Temple?"

The tone of these words was heavy, the three young disciples were not deeply involved in the world, and the sects behind them were far inferior to the Nine Sects, so they shook their heads and explained:

"No, the Taoist priest misunderstood..."

The middle-aged monk waved his hands, making the appearance of a large number of adults:

"Forget it, seeing you are young, I don't care about you; I will inform the teacher later, seven hundred white jade beads, you add another Law Weapon, this monument will be engraved by you..."

These words were hard at first and then soft, standard pressure on people with force, very seasoned, obviously did similar things; the expressions of the three young disciples changed slightly, and they didn't dare to speak at this time if they wanted to agree or not.

If you are not deeply involved in the world and are deceived by the slick tongue of a profiteer, one is willing to hit the other and is willing to suffer, it is nosy to ask; but if the business is not successful and depends on the background to suppress people, the nature will change, not to mention the ugly appearance, put it in Xianjiaji The city was beaten to death on the spot.

The onlookers all frowned when they saw this, but the Nine Palaces Temple was near Xiangyang City, the lower sect of Fulong Mountain, they couldn't afford to provoke them at all, 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 fellow Daoists don't have enough money, why don't you give me this monument, and I won't have to wait."

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

But when the middle-aged monk saw the fat sheep coming again, why put one in if he could eat all of them, he quickly apologized and said with a smile:

"Young hero, don't be in a hurry, the people below are quick and fast, and no one needs to delay. Third, take this young hero to pick a stone tablet..."

Zuo Lingquan came to the three of them and pointed to the stele next to them with the handle of his sword ready to be engraved:

"I'm short on time, so I want this piece, if it doesn't work, forget it."

"..."

The middle-aged monk frowned, thinking that this handsome young swordsman came to make trouble on purpose. But seeing Zuo Lingquan put ten gold hazels out of 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 looked around the mountains with his sword in his arms, and took a little look:

"I don't want to put it on the mountain, but just put it here, is that 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 report it to the teacher. I'm afraid the price will have to be added... um... a thousand pieces."

"no problem."

Zuo Lingquan nodded happily, took out another ten gold hazel bahts and put them on the table.

When the onlookers saw this scene, they were a little shocked, thinking that this young swordsman was either in a panic with too much money, or he was out of his mind.

Seeing that Zuo Lingquan agreed so simply, the middle-aged monk felt a little bit regretful, but raising the price at this time would easily offend the customers, so he could think of other ways to make money later, he said kindly:

"Young Xia is a happy person, Xiaodao will definitely make arrangements for you to your satisfaction, what words do you want to engrave?"

Zuo Lingquan brewed a little bit:

"Hmm... there aren't many words, just engrave the eight words 'Buy and sell by force, even children and old people will be deceived'."

? !

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding monks were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, but they realized that the place was wrong, and stopped laughing quickly, with shock in their eyes.

The eyes of the three young disciples were also full of disbelief, and the girl among them wanted to dissuade them, but it was obviously too late.

The smile of the middle-aged monk froze, and he sank in an instant. He slapped the pen on the table and made a crisp sound of 'pop':

"Boy, what do you mean? Don't pay attention to my Jiugong Mountain?"

Zuo Lingquan frowned slightly, motioning for the fairy money on the table:

"I paid double the money to engrave the eight characters I wanted to engrave. Why didn't I pay attention to the noble sect? Does the Taoist think that these eight characters are talking about you?"

The middle-aged monk understood that Zuo Lingquan was talking about him, but he still wanted face, he said in a deep voice:

"My Jiugong Mountain has always clearly marked the price, and the old man is innocent. Even if you don't mean Jiugong Mountain, the guests who come to visit will misunderstand..."

"That means it can't be carved?"

Zuo Lingquan reached for the fairy money on the table.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk quickly covered the twenty white jade bahts:

"You are deliberately looking for trouble, disrupting business and slandering Jiugongshan, and now you want to take the money and leave?"

Zuo Lingquan looked at the middle-aged monk and said inexplicably:

"You took the money, but you can't engrave it on the monument. It doesn't matter if you don't refund the money. You still said that I slandered Jiugongshan. Does this mean you are planning to rob me openly?"

The middle-aged monk knew that Zuo Lingquan was pretending to be confused, but if he beat him out, the money he got would be gone; if he confiscated it directly, it would not make sense on the table, so he took a step back:

"I, Jiugong Mountain, have been rooted in this place for hundreds of years. How can I do things like plundering and plundering. It's a misunderstanding that I only treat it as a way. These eight characters are suspected of pointing and insinuating. They can't be engraved. According to the rules, I have to bring 'Mei' Words, you decide again.”

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly: "Then engrave 'Jiugong Mountain outside Meishan, it is shameless to ask for money'."

This is a blatant naming.

There was silence outside the wooden building.

The middle-aged monk slammed the table and said angrily:

"If you dare to insult my sect, you are seeking death!"

Several Jiugongshan disciples from the surrounding area also gathered around, their swords at war with each other.

Zuo Lingquan was fearless and glanced around:

"It's a bad business if you start this business. You don't even need money for the sake of face. I don't think you are like this kind of people."

"You are presumptuous!"

The middle-aged monk was so angry that he immediately broke his face without pretending. He collected the money with his right hand and said angrily:

"Call me."

Choking——

At the moment when the middle-aged monk swept the immortal money into his sleeve, a clear sword sound sounded.

No one saw Zuo Lingquan's movements. The long black sword had already drawn a half-moon line, splitting the table and the middle-aged monk's right arm into two halves.

A line of blood rose up under the setting sun, exclamations and groans sounded at the same time, and twenty golden bahts flew into the air together with their arms.

The Jiugong Mountain disciples were about to step forward, but when they saw this scene, they all took a step back in horror.

The middle-aged monk's face turned pale in an instant. He didn't expect that Zuo Lingquan dared to draw his sword directly, and the speed was so terrifying. Before the severe pain of his broken arm came, he wanted to ask, "Who are you?" ’.

But Zuo Lingquan no longer had the patience to argue with a tyrannical tyrant, so he struck out with his backhand sword and swept the middle-aged monk's neck.

wipe--

The sword edge slashed across the throat, and the words that the middle-aged monk had not yet spoken were completely rotten in his throat.

This move shocked everyone, but they were too late to stop it.

The middle-aged monk covered his throat with his remaining left hand and took a few steps back, with only disbelief in his eyes.

Zuo Lingquan drew his sword too fast, until now the broken arm and the blood still hadn't landed on the ground, he stopped the edge of the sword, firmly caught the twenty golden bahts with the blade, and pointed at the remaining Jiugongguan disciples:

"In the way of practice, killing people is not against the law, and you can't kill people lightly, just because you have to abide by the rules of the Nine Schools. You throw away the rules first, and think that whoever is powerful can bully the weak, so now I will follow your rules. I will carve eight characters on Meishan today, and I will give you the money. If you don’t let me carve them, I will kill them and call your managers.”

As the words fell, the sword's edge shook, and twenty gold hazel bahts hit the disciples of Jiugong Mountain, bounced to the ground, and made a crisp sound of 'ding ding'.

The surrounding area was completely silent, except for the 'hissing' sound of air leaking from the throat.

The disciples of Jiugong Mountain were all frightened by Zuo Lingquan's behavior. It took a long time for someone to contact the master in the sect. Many of the surrounding monks were shocked and left. Only a few brave ones were left, but they also retreated. After a few steps, no one dared to stop him.

Wu Qingwan felt that the incident was a bit big, but there was no way to stop it at this time, so she could only be careful on the sidelines.

As the sun sets at dusk, the Huoshaoyun hangs in the western sky, making the originally quiet and peaceful Meishan appear awe-inspiring.

Zuo Lingquan stood with a sword in his hand, looked at the disciples of Jiugong Mountain with cold eyes, and after waiting for a while, someone from the north came with a sword, and said in a distant voice:

"Where is the Fellow Daoist coming to Meishan? Is it because I don't pay attention to Fulongshan by killing the juniors with a single word of disagreement?"

The visitor was also wearing Jiugongshan's robe, and he was very imposing. However, according to his visual inspection, he was still in the early stage of Youhuang. He might have been afraid, so he stopped a hundred feet away in the sky and asked condescendingly without getting close.

Zuo Lingquan was too lazy to answer these nonsense, and pointed his sword at the stone tablet next to him:

"I paid for two thousand white jade beads, and I want to engrave the characters 'Buy by force, sell by force, bully both young and old' here. You have already collected the money. Let me ask you, can I engrave the characters?"

The visitor obviously knew the virtues of his disciples and probably guessed the cause of the matter. He did not answer directly, but said:

"Qiu Ying, the deacon of the inner sect of Jiugong Mountain, dare I ask the name of Fellow Daoist?"

Asking the other person's identity is to see if they can be offended.

When Zuo Lingquan revealed his identity, the other party would definitely minimize the serious matter, so he just said calmly:

"Don't worry about who I am. I just want to spend money to engrave eight words today. If you don't answer, I will just treat you as Jiugongshan's acquiescence. Put down the stone tablet. If you dare to remove it, I will demolish your Jiugongshan Patriarch Hall."

"you……"

After all, Jiugong Mountain is the subordinate sect of Fulong Mountain. This is the first time Qiu Ying has seen such a crazy person in all his years. With Lord Fulong as his backer, it doesn't matter if the other party is the direct descendant of another Lord. If he doesn't dare to kill him, he can't even dare to say harsh words. Qiu Ying responded coldly:

"What a crazy boy, I think you are tired of living..."

Sa——

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Lingquan flew up and stabbed Qiu Ying in mid-air with a sharp blade.

Qiu Ying's face changed suddenly. As soon as he knew he was not his opponent, he ran away without saying a word. But the moment he turned around, he found that the rivers in the mountains and fields exploded and merged into a blue wave Flood Dragon, which crashed into his face with the force of soaring into the sky. Under the body.

bang——

Zuo Lingquan refined the Dragon King Water Essence, and his ability to control water far exceeded Qiu Ying's imagination. He lifted up the entire river and at first glance, he thought he had met a big shot with half a jade step. He was so surprised that all his magic skills came out, and he was anxious. Speaking urgently:

"Master, save me!"

Jiugong Mountain is not far from Meishan. The sect learned that someone was causing trouble and sent people to deal with it. Several people from the Ancestral Hall must be paying attention here.

Seeing this devastating method, Jiugongshan knew that it had hit an iron plate, and a response immediately sounded from the mountains and fields:

"Fellow Daoist, wait a minute. Since Jiugongshan has received the money from the gods, it will naturally honor the contract if it is engraving. Why bother to use weapons for such a trivial matter."

The voice was very old, and he was probably the ancestor of Jiugong Mountain. His voice was only heard but not his person.

Zuo Lingquan's figure hovers above the mountains, looking north:

"That means it can be carved?"

There was no immediate response from the mountains and fields. After waiting for a while, the voice came again, this time softer:

"It turns out that it is Zuo Lingquan Zuo Jianxian who is here. I apologize for being a little distant to welcome him. Zuo Jianxian is a well-known young leader in the Nine Sects. It would be too much to draw a sword against a junior in my own land. I’ve lost my identity.”

Many monks who were watching below were in an uproar when they heard the sound, but their eyes also showed a look of relief such as "No wonder, I'll just say it."

After all, except for the proud men of the Nine Sects, no one else dares to be so arrogant, and they don't have the ability to do so. If it's a hard fight, with Zuo Lingquan's reputation in the Nine Sects Alliance, Jiugongshan really can't do anything about it.

Zuo Lingquan frowned. He probably learned his identity after contacting Fulong Mountain.

In the jurisdiction of the nine sects, the relationships between the various sects are intertwined. If the trouble continues, Fulongshan will probably have to step in. Due to Lord Fulong's seniority, he will definitely have to give in. But he has already taken action. If Jiugongshan continues to bully the weak here, the sword will be drawn in vain.

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while and stopped asking about the meaning of Jiugong Mountain. He went directly back to the wooden building, carved eight words with the edge of his sword, and inserted the stone tablet directly at the foot of Meishan in front of everyone without saying a word the whole time. hair.

Once the stone monument is erected, the business of erecting the monument will definitely not be done. Destroying it afterwards would be tantamount to covering one's ears, not to mention embarrassing. Zuo Lingquan could take the opportunity to cause trouble. If he wanted to unplug it, he would probably have to wait until Zuo Lingquan died or his reputation became bad.

But the ancestor of Jiugong Mountain knew that Zuo Lingquan would continue to fight if he tried to stop him. He didn't dare to beat Zuo Lingquan to death, and he couldn't. It really alarmed Lord Fulong. In the end, he probably apologized, so he never said anything. , it can be regarded as silently suffering this boring loss.

After Zuo Lingquan erected the stele at the foot of Meishan Mountain and made sure that no one would make any more noise, he remembered the rules for erecting a stele here. After thinking about it, he carved a poem in his memory on the back of the stele - In the Ice and Snow Forest. Wearing this body is not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe.

This poem explains the integrity of plum blossoms, and serves as a reminder to the monks who come here. They are not like Jiugong Mountain. They are obviously following the path of cultivating immortals, but they have cultivated a secular world and have forgotten even the most basic virtues. Such a situation The greater the ability of a person, the greater the harm, so it is better to be an honest and secular businessman.

When Shangguan Lingye saw that Jiugongshan gave in, there was no need to hide and wait to appear as the boss behind the scenes. At this time, he also came to the front and glanced at the stone tablet in surprise:

"Can you also write poetry?"

"I came here to listen to it before, and I don't know who wrote it. It was very artistic, so I remembered it."

Wu Qingwan had seen it several times and was not surprised by this, but the admiration in her eyes did not diminish at all. She observed it for a moment, then frowned and said:

"No, if you make such a fuss today, Meishan's reputation will be even greater. There must be a lot of people coming here because of it. In this way, won't Jiugong Mountain's financial opportunities be wider? The stone tablet should be moved to the painting wall."

Shangguan Lingye shook his head gently: "This move is just to establish the rules, not to eradicate the roots. The stone tablets left by the ancestors are real and need to be taken care of by someone to completely block the financial road. If Fulongshan doesn't agree, this place will If no one takes care of it, it will be completely abandoned in a few years.”

"It's true..."

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(end of this chapter)