Too Reckless

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The winter solstice has not yet arrived, and the nine sects have not yet officially started. However, apart from the matter of shocking the terrace, the nine sects are obviously unable to stay there. Choose disciples.

The incident happened at Jing Terrace. Lao Lu, Qi Jia and the others who lived here naturally had to lend a hand if they could.

Not only the elders of the nine sects are busy with this, but the eight great lords who are high in the clouds are also troubled by variables these days, and they are seriously self-examining their disciples and their descendants.

Yinheng Mountain, above the isolated island in the clouds.

Shangguan Yutang, dressed in a long dress with golden dragon scales, is suspended in the White Jade Palace Pavilion.

Countless scrolls floated around, turning pages on their own, which recorded the Iron Arrow Mansion and its descendants, the whereabouts of all the disciples, the speed at which their realms climbed, various adventures, and even the communication records of the Tiandun card.

These things involve the most basic privacy of cultivators. Situ Baye has no right to view the records of other lower sects. The only one who can censor everyone under the ancestor is the ancestor standing at the top.

The Iron Arrow Mansion has been inherited for thousands of years, and the next branch of the sect covers Central Continent. Even if the elderly die every year and leave the sect, the number of people is still increasing.

The dossier roughly records the life history of the disciple since his entry, and it is obviously a big project to search for possible traitors in the vast records.

The easiest way to find spies is to look at the speed at which the realm climbs. If a disciple suddenly 'opens up' and the realm skyrockets, such as Zuo Lingquan, who jumps to the late stage of Linggu all of a sudden, there must be an unknown help behind it. .

There are also newcomers who suddenly joined the sect. Their origin was unclear, and their performance was very bright. They quickly entered the core sect class in a short period of time, such as Zuo Lingquan...

The little mother dragon transformed into a sturdy wild girl, wearing straw shoes and linen clothes, sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, almost surrounded by the sea of ​​​​books, and also helping to find the suspicious aspects of the sect disciples.

After watching it back and forth for many days, the little mother dragon gradually became suspicious, and said childishly with a book in her arms:

"Tangtang, do you think that Zuo Lingquan is a spy? He was born in Dadan in the south, and the location is the same; The Ying Aliens successfully infiltrated the barren mountains..."

Concerning the safety of tens of thousands of lives in the nine sects, Shangguan Yutang did not trust anyone except himself. He even carefully checked Shangguan Lingye's movements over the years, not to mention Zuo Lingquan.

Regarding the suspicion of the little female dragon, Shangguan Yutang calmly said:

"I used the method of tracing back to the source to deduce his practice history. Since he was involved in practice at the age of three, there are traces to follow. He has been self-sufficient and has never left his homeland.

The little mother dragon changed to the appearance of Shangguan's ancestors when he was young. Maybe he was tired of reading books. He hugged the back of his head, lay on the mountain of books, and shook his head:

"What about before the age of three? When you were three years old, you were still playing in the mud, and he began to practice asceticism. Don't you think it's weird? If a demon uses the method of reincarnation and deliberately reincarnates as a mortal..."

Shangguan Yutang frowned slightly, but he quickly relaxed and shook his head:

"With such supernatural powers, why give up the body and soul to reincarnate and rebuild; spend more than ten years growing up, and then flirt with women every day, indulge in the affairs of men and women, it is meaningless, have you ever seen such a devil?"

"It's impossible to say. If any old monster from the fairy family is tired of living and wants to experience life in a different way, you can't stop it, right?"

The little mother dragon has no other skills, and the level of raising the bar is first-class. This topic will definitely be endless.

Shangguan Yutang no longer responded, and carefully searched for the life history of his disciples and grandchildren.

Seeing this, the little mother dragon had to shut up angrily, picked up the book and continued to read.

It was only after a while, the little female dragon suddenly heard a voice above her head:

"Hmm~"

The sound is very charming.

The little female dragon was not surprised by this, and she was almost used to it. It raised its chubby cheeks and asked:

"Tangtang, is it spring again?"

Shangguan Yutang's face didn't look any different, but the eyes that looked at all living beings were a little helpless, and he didn't know what to say.

Since meeting the huge flamingo in Tang Jingshen's body a few days ago, Shangguan Yutang has roughly guessed Tang Jingshen's strangeness; he also understood why Tang Jingshen's spirit is so outrageous, just a wisp of it. Divine Soul, tossed her to the point of death, and she couldn't be refined.

Now that unrefined soul is entangled with her soul, unable to be sealed, beaten to death, or driven away, just like the uncle invited into the house, there is no other way but to serve her well.

It would be fine if Tang Jingxuan was at peace. There was no harm in entanglement with each other. If she was beaten to ashes, she could run back into Tang Jingxuan's body and hide her life and life.

But Tang Jingxuan is a restless mother-in-law. She asks her for help when she has something, chats with her when she has nothing to do, and even sends a love every few days, so that she, the thousands-year-old ancestor on the mountain, can experience the wonderful taste of a little girl's first love.

Tang Jingxuan still hasn't broken body yet. If she really came with Zuo Lingquan, what would it feel like? Shangguan Yutang didn't dare to think about it, because she also had something that she had experienced.

Now the feeling is coming again. Shangguan Yutang has suffered a few losses, and he does not want to be taken advantage of by Zuo Lingquan in the past.

Unable to concentrate, Shangguan Yutang slowly descended from the sky and sat on the edge of the lotus platform, secretly suppressing the emotional feedback in the depths of his soul.

The little female dragon landed in front of her, directly resting on her lap, and looked at her chin curiously:

"Benlong found out, you just came here recently when you have something to do. It's very weird. What's going on? Benlong is just a weapon, and he won't laugh at you. Can you tell me about it?"

Shangguan Yutang didn't have the heart to talk about these things that disgraced Xianzun, and it was useless to talk about it. She would not interfere with the marriage between the two, so she could only suffer in silence.

However, even if she comes every ten or eight days, she can treat it as out of sight; if she does this every day, will she do anything else?

Shangguan Yutang endured secretly for a while, and felt that he had to find a more appropriate way to keep himself clean for a few days, so he took a light breath and closed his eyes...

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The capital, the palace of the concubine.

In the middle of the night, the huge palace city was darkened, and only the palace lanterns were lit in the central halls.

In the splendid main hall, there is no sound. The beautiful woman in palace dress who used to sit behind the bead curtain in the middle of the night and think about her life is rarely here today.

Incense burns on the side of the hall, and on the incense case is a portrait of a woman in a golden dress.

The portrait showed faint ripples in the candlelight, and then a tall woman in a long golden dress walked out of it without a sound, and her crystal bare feet landed on the smooth floor.

The old ancestor of Shangguan looked outside the palace, but did not go to Zuo's house again, but turned around, like a golden ghost, passed through the walls and corridors to rest, and came to the bedroom directly behind.

The imperial concubine has a high level of morality and never needs a palace maid to serve her, and she does not live in the bedroom. In the past, there were no lights on this side. But today, the window paper of the bedroom was lit up, and it seemed that the light source was constantly changing its angle.

The ancestor of Shangguan was a little puzzled. From the transformation of light, he did not see what the disciplined disciples were doing in previous years.

She didn't stop, floated directly from the wall, and came to the inside of the dormitory.

The sleeping hall is very spacious, surrounded by lampstands and copper cranes incense incense, the phoenix bed made of Jin Sinan is neatly tidy, and the snow-white cat is lying on it, wagging its tail, and looking ahead suspiciously.

In the center of the bedroom, there is a bright yellow carpet embroidered with mountains and rivers. It is two feet in diameter. There are several long desks on it. It is full of precious cloths from all over Yuyaozhou, and even the silkworm brocade from the northern region.

Dressed in... No, the beautiful woman in the palace without clothes, with only a piece of black cloth wrapped in front of her, stood in the center of the carpet.

Lotus and carp are outlined on the black fabric, and the pattern is translucent, and you can see the flesh-colored snow.

The fabric is much smaller than the usual apron, and it can only wrap around the bulging ball. There is also a vertical opening in the middle. It is not small in size and looks ready to come out. Hook people.

When the ancestor of Shangguan saw this scene, he was stunned and tilted his head slightly, a little puzzled.

Looking further down, there is a perfect waist line and hip line under the flower carp, and then there is nothing.

The exquisite and graceful beauty, standing in front of a mirror of equal height, hummed softly:

"Uh huh~~"

He held a black unknown cloth in his hand, wrapped it under his waist, and changed at will. The original black cloth gradually spread out and turned into a tulle.

The shape of the tulle has also changed, wrapping the tense buttocks, and then spreading down to the toes, with tight seams and fine details.

A bright pearl swirls and shines beside it.

The beauty looked in the mirror, looked up and down, and took two steps. After feeling satisfied with the style and texture, she raised her hand to draw a golden pen and drew a template on the paper. She has already drawn several pictures.

The ancestor of Shangguan observed carefully for a moment, and then he realized that the disciple who did not eat the fireworks of the world in the past was cutting clothes, and he was still cutting such... such unsightly clothes.

It may be inappropriate to describe it as unsightly, it is simply useless.

The gauze-like tights are nothing, but they can also hide the skin color, but there are fishnet-like pantyhose in the back, what can this stop?

Fishnet stockings are woven together by several threads, and the scenery below the waist is unobstructed. Even the tiniest hairs can be counted, not to mention the most critical contours.

Ordinary people wear trousers to keep out the cold and cover their shame; in addition to covering their shame, there is also the requirement of "ceremony begins with proper clothes", which must be solemn and neat, and can't look sloppy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Shangguan Lingye's body is this thing , certainly not to mention keeping warm; if you cover your shame, it is better not to wear it; as for 'clean clothes', this... ah...

It's hard to say.

The ancestor of Shangguan is not a person who sticks to dogma, but in her opinion, if something exists, it must have some effect. She looked at it for a long time, but couldn't figure out what practical use this thing had, but she felt that the disciple was so boring.

In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore, she said softly:

"Ling Ye."

! !

Shangguan Lingye, who was looking at the mirror, stood stiffly on the spot.

Inside the brightly lit palace, a dead silence fell for a moment...

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