Too Reckless

rustling...

The window lit by the white morning light, the sound had just stopped, and the warm and faint fragrance still lingered in the boudoir.

The curtain was lifted like a wave, revealing two figures.

Zuo Lingquan was lying flat on the pillow, his smile still lingering. The book was spread out in front of the pillow, and there was a folded handkerchief next to him.

Xie Qiutao was bare-faced, lying on Zuo Lingquan's chest like a cat, with a sweet smile on her face, she slept a little deep, her eyes moved slightly, she was probably dreaming.

Zuo Lingquan knew that Qiu Tao was exhausted, so naturally he didn't wake her up. He just lay down quietly, pulled up the thin quilt, and played with the little jasper turtle in his hand. He recalled the years of experience after meeting Qiu Tao.

Originally, this warm atmosphere would last for a long time until Qiu Tao woke up.

But there were more than two people in the house. As soon as the sky was getting brighter, the sound of flapping wings sounded outside the window and landed on the windowsill, and then began:

Boom, boom...

The sound of knocking on the window with small claws was not as fast and forceful as usual. It sounded like a little monk who didn't wake up, got up and knocked on the wooden fish, and fell asleep after knocking.

"Um~..."

Qiu Tao, who was sleeping on her chest, twitched her eyelashes slightly, snorted softly, and then suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head up, and looked left and right.

Zuo Lingquan smiled and said softly: "Don't get excited, take a good rest, I'll go feed the dumplings."

"It's over, it's over..."

Xie Qiutao didn't listen at all, just like a little girl who was late for class, she hurriedly put on her bellyband:

"I promised to accompany Senior Sister Qiu to get up early to feed the turtles, but I forgot all about it..."

Zuo Lingquan sat up and helped Qiu Tao fasten the tie behind his back, shook his head and said:

"The genius has just dawned. It's early, so don't be in such a hurry."

Xie Qiutao took a closer look at the sky, and then secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but it was still embarrassing for Senior Sister Qiu to know that she was secretly having a sweet affair with Zuo Lingquan in the house behind her back. She quickly dressed:

"Don't talk nonsense, Senior Sister Qiu will definitely laugh at me when I know that I eat alone. Hmm...you get up too, just say we're cultivating at night."

This is not the same as saying nothing...

Zuo Lingquan nodded with a smile, got up and put on his clothes, worried that Qiu Tao would not be able to stand still.

As a result, Qiu Tao's physique was really solid, and she didn't want to move just now, but now she has nothing to do. She quickly packed up the house and ran out of the door, like a gust of wind.

Zuo Lingquan sighed softly, followed out the door, picked up the sleeping dumpling lying on the windowsill, and followed the pace.

The continuous spring rain moistens all things, and there is no sign of stopping. The pavilions and pavilions by the Xuanwu Lake are hidden between the rain and fog, looming and visible, like an ink painting scroll sketched by a plain pen.

Miss Qiu, dressed in a white dress and holding an oil-paper umbrella, stood quietly by the lake, looking down at the few naive little turtles by the lake.

Mei Jinshui and Cui Yingying were not accompanied by Zuo Lingquan.

At this time, the master and the apprentice were sitting on the terrace of a nearby lakeside pavilion, setting up a picture. Mei Jinshui was painting the beautiful scenery of the Spring River, and Cui Yingying was playing the piano next to it to add to the fun. It looks a bit lazy, and the scene can be said to be very beautiful.

Miss Qiu, like Zuo Lingquan, has been focusing on swordsmanship and cultivation since childhood, and she doesn't hear anything outside the window.

In addition, the age difference between Mei Jinshui's teacher and apprentice is a little big, so Miss Qiu can't get over to have a good time, so she quietly waited by the lake for Qiu Tao, who disappeared overnight.

Although Miss Qiu is pure, she is someone from the past. Zuo Lingquan didn't sneak into her bed last night. Sister Yingying drank a lot of wine all night and didn't stay with Zuo Lingquan. She already understood what happened. what.

After all, she didn't believe that Zuo Lingquan could sleep alone at night. If she didn't bully her and Sister Yingying, she must be bullying other girls.

Miss Qiu was naturally not jealous about this, she just sighed in her heart, Qiu Tao finally thought about it, if Qiu Tao continued to fiddle, maybe Yun Zhi would start nursing the child, and Qiu Tao was still playing with guns outside.

After a short wait by the lake, trot footsteps sounded from behind.

stomping-

Miss Qiu looked back, Xie Qiutao ran out of the house with a small skirt, and when she saw her, she quickly slowed down, pretending that nothing had happened, and greeted with a smile:

"Senior Sister Qiu, good morning~"

Behind him, Zuo Lingquan dressed in a white robe and followed unhurriedly, carrying the dozing dumplings on his shoulders.

Miss Qiu glanced at Zuo Lingquan with a strange look, walked to Qiu Tao and covered her head with an umbrella:

"Morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Uh..." Xie Qiutao's face was a little red, and she hooked up the hair on the temples: "What are you sleeping, I was practising last night..."

Miss Qiu didn't know what to do. Seeing Qiu Tao, she wanted to fool her, so she didn't say much. She flipped her wrist and took out a small red purse from her sleeve, and put it in Qiu Tao's hand:

"That."

"Huh?" Xie Qiutao was slightly puzzled, opened the purse and looked at it, only to see that it contained fairy money:

"Senior Sister Qiu, what are you giving me the money for?"

"Red envelopes, the melons are ripe and they are finally married. I should congratulate me as my sister."

? !

Xie Qiutao's face immediately turned red. Seeing that Senior Sister Qiu had guessed it, she couldn't be fooled any more. She could only resort to the ostrich strategy and said with her head lowered:

"Aiya, Senior Sister Qiu, what are you talking about... Let's feed them quickly, the little turtles are starving."

Said he got under the umbrella, ran to the lake, and started feeding.

And the dumpling, who was squatting on Zuo Lingquan's shoulder, woke up when he heard the word 'feeding', and flew to Qiutao with a swish.

Zuo Lingquan was full of smiles and came to him, wanting to make a joke with the two girls; but Guagua had a thin skin and was embarrassed to be close to him in broad daylight; Qiutao tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, and it was even worse to be with Guagua Fighting with him in the fraternity.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't get in, so he could only stand by the lake, watching the two girls, carrying a basket of dried fish, to feed the little turtles waiting to be fed.

The dumpling was very well-behaved at this time, not being mischievous, but very diligently helping two people to feed the tortoise; but the way of feeding is that it eats three small dried fish from the food box, feeds one small tortoise, and the hair is too thick to pull geese. , The demeanor of beasts leaving their skins has a bit of Ling Ye's charm.

Xuanwu Lake raises a lot of spirit turtles, but the bigger ones can find food for themselves, and there are only over a hundred spirit turtle cubs that need to be fed and cared for.

After the feeding, Zuo Lingquan and Qiu Tao met with Xie Wen and his wife, and then went out with the four girls to rebuild Huang Liang Blessed Land.

Huangliang Blessed Land can assist cultivators in surviving the mortal calamity. It is a place of cultivation that is hard to find. However, the management of the Temple of the Soldiers is too poor, and the Blessed Land has been transformed for the benefit of the sect. It is a bit deformed. Now that it is rebuilt, Zuo Lingquan will naturally not hand over the blessed land of Huangliang to the Temple of Supervisors. Instead, it will be placed near Tiandi City. As a public practice resource for Kui Bingzhou, it will be handed over to Wu Zunyi, the second uncle.

To be honest, Wu Zunyi's Taoism is not very high in the practice of Taoism, but his ability is obvious to all, and his prestige is not inferior to that of Shang Yin. Of course, cultivator Kui Bingzhou has no objection to this. But the arm can't twist the thigh, and if he can take some share as one of the elders, the demon knife Gu Chen is satisfied and can't say anything.

The location of the New Yellow Liangliang Blessed Land is located in the Songshan area, thousands of miles south of Tiandi City. Before Zuo Lingquan came over, Tiandi City had already started preparations.

The last time the 'server' was taken away by the roots, but the cultivator Kui Bingzhou, who had no choice but to end the retreat ahead of schedule, got the news and most of them rushed over and waited near Songshan.

For Huangliangfudi's dream, the 'Taixu Ancient Vine' is the key, but if you want it to be vivid and difficult to distinguish between true and false, you still have to have tens of thousands of people dreaming at the same time, and weaving dreams together with past experiences can make the dream world and reality indistinguishable.

Zuo Lingquan and the four women came to the cave built under Songshan Mountain. Zhang Hui and Lei Hongliang had been waiting for a long time, and hurriedly showed up to greet them.

Zuo Lingquan and Lei Hongliang had a fight. They knew each other, but they didn't know each other very well. After a few conversations, they began to 'plant fairy vines'.

Cui Yingying planted the Tengmiao she had already prepared in the five-color soil of the altar, and the key steps were naturally performed by Mei Jinshui, who controlled the divine power of the Qinglong.

Mei Jinshui used the power of growth and recovery, but within a few quarters of an hour, the young and tender Tengmiao became like a pavilion. The vines of small yellow flowers covered the entire ground, and the roots could not spread for dozens of miles.

Zuo Lingquan didn't have a high opinion on flowers and plants. With Mei near the water, he naturally wouldn't use an axe in the class. Waiting for boredom in the back, I got a stone tablet, placed it outside the five-color altar, and carved it with sword energy:

'Mei Jinshui, Cui Yingying, Xie Qiutao, Qiu Youyou, Zuo Lingquan, planted their hands here...'.

Seeing that he didn't have his own name, Danzi was immediately unhappy, and flew to the stone tablet to pose as a phoenix spreading its wings:

"jijiji..."

Zuo Lingquan naturally would not forget Tuantuan, and at the top of the stone tablet, he carved a round statue.

Mei Jinshui turned around and found the stone tablet. She felt that it was too monotonous and meaningless to just leave a name, so she put her finger behind it and added:

In reality, there is no regret, why do you need to cross this calamity, and it is not too late to turn back if you feel ashamed.

Zuo Lingquan stood in front of him and watched Mei Jinshui write down these two words of admonition to the younger generation. After a little deliberation, he wanted to compose a poem, but after holding it for a long time, only one sentence came out:

"Very good."

Mei Jinshui put away her fingertips and looked back at Zuo Lingquan with a three-pointed ridicule in her eyes:

"In the case of a famous name, it's not good to have no goods in your stomach. Since you have kept your name, you must leave a few words of exhortation for future generations to remember, don't you think?"

Zuo Lingquan was a little embarrassed, shook his head and said, "I'm a swordsman, and I'm not a scholar. What can I do when I sharpen my spear?

Mei Jinshui felt that Zuo Lingquan had been squeezed by her and not a single drop was left.

"It's hard to get excited without a lot of money, right? Don't you want to see 'hairless tiger'? If you can come up with a poem that fits the current mood within three sounds, I'll let you take a look. Start counting. , one, two..."

? !

Zuo Lingquan was shocked.

Mei Jinshui's move is more to tease Zuo Lingquan. By the way, try to squeeze it out. I don't think Zuo Lingquan, who had 'exhausted his brain' yesterday, can really come up with a song that fits the mood in such a short period of time. Poetry, let her give it in the gutter for nothing.

But unfortunately, Mei Jinshui still underestimated the driving force of the color embryo.

Mei Jinshui counted very quickly, but before the word 'three' was spoken, she found that Zuo Lingquan, who was shaking all over, didn't even think about it, so he raised his hand and said:

"Wait, I figured it out!"

? !

Mei Jinshui's teasing expression froze, a little unbelievable:

"So soon? What did you think of?"

Zuo Lingquan actually didn't think of anything, he just stopped the timer to buy time for the brain that has instantly boosted power consumption to the extreme.

This kind of secret cheating must not be discovered by Shui'er.

Zuo Lingquan coughed lightly, pretending to be confident, and gave Mei Jinshui a meaningful look, indicating—you asked for it yourself.

Then he walked slowly to the stone tablet, rolled up his sleeves, took a breath, and prepared to start writing.

After this set of time-drag actions, it is estimated that more than a dozen times have passed, and the brain that is about to smoke, under the terrifying driving force of the 'hairless tiger', just dug out a song from the depths of the soul. No stranger to poetry, but I never thought of it before.

Mei Jinshui's eyes were a bit wrong, and she was a little afraid that she would really play herself in, but now she regretted it, Zuo Lingquan definitely stopped writing it, and felt even more regretful.

Between being ashamed and itching, Mei Jinshui felt that the former was more acceptable, so she just didn't change her mind, standing by and watching Zuo Lingquan's lettering.

Zuo Lingquan pretended to be a master, and engraved on the stone tablet: Advise you not to cherish golden clothes, and persuade you to cherish your youth. The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait for the flowers to be empty to break the branches.

This "Golden Robe" warns future generations not to be too ambitious and live in the moment. It can be said that it is very suitable for admonishing the monks who are in the blessed land of Huangliang. Flowers' possessiveness.

Mei Jinshui's eyes were astonished. If she hadn't known that Zuo Lingquan's poetry was not good, she would have thought that Zuo Lingquan wrote this poem on the spot with a very realistic meaning.

After Zuo Lingquan finished writing, he floated like a 'Li Du's successor', turned his head and smiled:

"Mei Xianjun, how is it?"

"..."

Mei Jinshui blinked. Although she didn't want to admit it, she still responded truthfully:

"Perfect."

Zuo Lingquan nodded and moved closer:

"That color head..."

Mei Jinshui's eyes were a little complicated, but she could afford to lose. After a little hesitation, she calmly said:

"Go back and cash it out. It's agreed in advance that you can only take a look and don't do anything."

Zuo Lingquan has always been "a gentleman speaks his words but not his hands", so he nodded sincerely:

"It's hard to chase after a single word. If I do it, I'll recite ten poems for you."

Ten songs? !

Mei Jinshui blinked her peach blossom eyes. Facing this amazingly tempting oath, she actually wanted Zuo Lingquan's words to touch it without faith.

Under the trend of 'soft underbelly', Mei Jinshui hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"It's a promise. You will definitely do it, so it's best to prepare ten poems, if it can't be fulfilled..."

Zuo Lingquan assured: "Don't worry, I will never do anything."

When Mei Jinshui heard this promise, she was a little tangled, but in the end she followed her heart and showed a signature evil smile, which meant something like - Shui'er has a hundred ways to make you unable to resist, so you'd better put Poems are ready!

Zuo Lingquan's plan was to speak directly, but he was naturally not at all shy about it, looking back at the three girls:

"Would you like to leave two sentences as well?"

The three girls crammed for a while, but couldn't hold back any good sentences. They were afraid that they would "smelt for thousands of years", so they didn't come up to write an inscription.

And the dumplings who were watching the lively next to them were very enthusiastic. They landed in front of the stone tablet and brewed for a long time. They looked at Zuo Lingquan, and they meant something like:

Bird said, you write.

Zuo Lingquan was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He came to him and raised his finger.

The dumpling landed on Zuo Lingquan's shoulder, shook his head and said:

"Chichi..."

Zuo Lingquan listened for a moment, nodded lightly, and solemnly engraved on the stone tablet:

ji ji ji ji ji ji ji ji ji...

? !

What is it?

The four girls behind them all had strange eyes. They felt that this person and bird would be a little sick.

But Zuo Lingquan's eyes were still focused, and he was very serious.

And the dumplings were also satisfied and didn't think there was any problem with this.

After all, this is the same as the 'Book of Heaven without Words'. The great Dao left by the gods should be understood and understood by all living beings in the world.

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Thunderbolt—

A whole body of spring thunder appeared between heaven and earth, torrential rain fell from the sky, and raindrops the size of soybeans smashed on the roof of the old house, making a crackling sound.

It was raining heavily outside the house, and it was raining lightly at the same time.

The young man dressed in sackcloth curled up on the thatched bed, shivering.

With the sound of thunder, the young man suddenly turned his head up, with beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, looking left and right, his eyes were a little dazed.

My name is Liu Dazhuang...Bah—

Zuo Lingquan's head was full of black lines. After sweeping away the messy false memories in his mind, he got up and opened the door.

squeak-

Bang!

As I remembered, the two old gates fell directly into the courtyard and opened thoroughly.

Zuo Lingquan looked at the torrential rain and spring thunder outside the door, and nodded slightly, feeling that the recast Huangliang's dream was very real, enough to be fake.

In order to let the cultivators who spent several years surviving the mortal calamity 'renew the frontier', the new Huangliang Blessed Land was re-established with the memories of more than 10,000 cultivators.

However, there is no need to 'steal martial arts'. He and Mei Jinshui teamed up to adjust the structure of the dream, greatly weakening the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, and strengthening the market atmosphere of 'chai, rice, oil and salt', so that the monks can really be here and live an ordinary but absolute life. An uneventful life.

Because of the need to keep the previous information, most of the people in the dream are there, but the basic structure has been turned upside down. The original famous family in the rivers and lakes has been changed to the ordinary three religions and nine streams, such as the 'Hundred Swords Village' outside the city. The small **** bureau; everyone's goal has also changed from seeking the pinnacle of martial arts to becoming the 'short of parents, fame and fortune' for mortals.

After Zuo Lingquan glanced around under the eaves, he took out a hat and put it on his head, walked into the rain curtain, and came to the Qingshi Alley outside to observe the situation outside.

There was smoke from cooking everywhere in the alley, and there were no more swordsmen, some were just pure market atmosphere.

Zuo Lingquan was thinking of going to the street to take a look, but he thought that just two steps away, the courtyard door next to it opened, and a little fat man came out with a steamed bun, and saw his eyes lit up:

"Da Zhuang? Why do you get up so early? Go to see Miss Huang again?"

Zuo Lingquan smiled knowingly, followed the local customs, shook his head and said:

"Yeah, I heard that Miss Huang went shopping today, let's go take a look."

"Hey~ don't dream anymore, you can't eat even if you see it, you'd better watch Widow Zhang take a bath, let's go, let's go together..."

"Forget it, let's go and see."

"I can't climb the wall, I'll let you see first..."

……

After a brief negotiation, Zuo Lingquan finally kept his Taoist heart. Instead of going to see the widow taking a bath, he took the two hot buns out of the alley and onto the street alone.

Soon, a sedan car came slowly from the mouth of the town in the rain. Erba Fangling's young scholar, the young lady, lifted the curtain, revealing her watery cheeks.

"Stop. Just here, you go back first."

"Good lady."

Jiading carried the sedan chair and left.

The little girl in the ru skirt opened the oil-paper umbrella, looked left and right, and trotted over with the hem of her skirt, Yaoyao began to look up and down at Zuo Lingquan:

"Liu Dazhuang, why are you still like this? I don't even know how to make myself more handsome."

Zuo Lingquan walked under the umbrella of Miss Guagua and said with a smile:

"You haven't changed, haven't you?"

Miss Qiu returned to her dream, and felt that her whole body had become smaller, and she was a little more lively. She held an umbrella for Zuo Lingquan and gestured to herself:

"I'm good-looking from the beginning, I'm not as handsome as you, not half as handsome..."

"People depend on clothes. If you dress like this, no matter how handsome you are, you will look at the earth."

Zuo Lingquan bumped Miss Qiu with his shoulder:

"What? It's not good to dislike your husband?"

"How can you dislike it? I wish you were a country boy, so the ancestors would definitely look down on you..."

This was a bit of jealousy and wanted to monopolize it. Miss Qiu noticed something was wrong, so she didn't say it.

Zuo Lingquan raised his hand and pinched Guagua's face:

"That's not necessarily true. I don't rely on my face to eat."

"cut……"

Miss Qiu quickly moved her cheeks away to prevent Zuo Lingquan from pinching her.

As dream testers, the two wandered together in the blessed land, looking at the houses on the street along the way to see if there was anything illogical. After walking, I came to a restaurant in the center of the street and found that there were many people gathered outside the door.

Zuo Lingquan was a little puzzled. He listened a little and found that the crowd was saying:

"Ouch~ Yesterday was fine, why did you hang yourself today?"

"It's unheard of for the shopkeeper and the shop clerk to hang themselves together, as if they were dying for love..."

……

Miss Qiu was inexplicable and looked at Zuo Lingquan:

"what happened?"

Zuo Lingquan also felt that this matter was a bit strange, and asked secretly, Mei Jinshui, who was adjusting her dream outside, and after a while, said with a speechless expression:

"It's Xu Yuanfeng from Tianying Castle. The last time he ran into Huangliangfu to steal his teacher, he hanged himself when he went out. The corpse was remembered by the cultivator and he forgot to change it."

"Hanging? This person is really..."

Miss Qiu shook her head, ignoring the small abruptness, and continued to go shopping with Zuo Lingquan in private meeting as Miss Mortal.

After walking for a while, Miss Qiu thought about it and sighed:

"Hey~ I used to want to go back here and have a look, but now I suddenly realize that the dream is not very interesting, it is still interesting in reality."

Zuo Lingquan took Miss Qiu's hand and said with a smile:

"That's natural. I used to be in the dream, I was the husband of Lingye, you couldn't get what you asked for, and the dream can satisfy the wish of 'I am a wild boy chasing you', so naturally I find the dream interesting. Now we are both together. , These virtual things in dreams can't be filled with reality."

With their fingers intertwined, Miss Qiu was silent for a while, thinking that what Zuo Lingquan said made sense.

In the daytime, you can't ask for it, so you need to dream at night.

During the day, I am satisfied. At night, I must change positions and have **** with my husband. Who has the spare time to dream and play.

But regarding Zuo Lingquan's words, Miss Qiu seriously corrected:

"Who can't ask for you? It's you who pursued me, and it's not because I'm jealous of Lingye that I like you. If I stay in the barren mountains, what about Lingye? Taking you back is a fair man, let alone three wives and four concubines, I have to approve, in the future, all children will have my surname..."

Zuo Lingquan is a little funny~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looks at Guagua's mind:

"Guagua, don't let Lingye and the others hear what you said, or else the baby will be hungry in the future and they won't feed you, you have to ask me for help."

? ?

Miss Qiu didn't understand the meaning for the first time. She saw Zuo Lingquan looking at her breast, and then she recalled the taste. She raised her hand and slammed it on Zuo Lingquan's shoulder, and her eyebrows stood upright:

"You owe a fight, don't you? Why can't I feed the baby? Even if I can't get enough, there's no Yunzhi, she's so big..."

"Yunzhi didn't enter the door. It's hard for a clever woman to cook without milk. She can't feed her."

"She's my maid, and she has to marry me. You've seen it all, why don't you want to be responsible?"

"Do I look like an irresponsible man? But it was an accident that time."

"You ran to the door and peeked at me taking a bath, and was caught by my mother, how dare you say it was an accident?"

"It's definitely not an accident to see you, it's upright to see you take a bath..."

"Hey! Why are you so thick-skinned?"

The boys and girls walked down the street with an umbrella.

The scene of holding hands is like a young couple who are in love and have no guesses, but the two of them are talking about topics that children can't listen to at all.

The two walked in the courtyard, chatting and laughing, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the rain and fog.

And the small town where the two first fell in love has slowly returned to peace with the recovery of the world, and will remain in the hearts of the two forever...

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