Chapter 16 Tea House in Distress

Lingjun was leaning on the edge of the boat, vomiting to the lake and making him fall over:

"Ugh - I must not be - vomit - the Prince of the East China Sea - vomit - how can a person who has been soaked in sea water still be seasick - vomit vomit -"

"Your old habits haven't changed yet." Zhengze patted Lingjun on the back and handed him some water.

Ayan's kitten paws were scratching Lingjun's legs, and he kept staring at Lingjun with worry in his eyes.

"Huh? Did I get seasick before? Uh-oh, Xiao Zhengze, you still said you don't know me, but you obviously know that, uh-" Lingjun tried his best to force out a romantic smile and reached out to touch Ayan.

Zhengze stiffened his face and said after a moment: "Let's go back."

"No, no, no, I must meet this lady Miaoyin, she must be good-looking... ugh -" Ling Jun shook his head stubbornly, feeling dizzy, his stomach churning, and he spoke his mind without paying attention.

"Pa—" He received a heavy slap on his back, and Lingjun almost vomited his stomach into the lake.

"Xiao Zhengze, no matter how extraordinary people in the world are in front of you, they are just ordinary people. I was just joking. Wife, don't be angry -"

Lingjun felt a little better, pulling on Zhengzhe's sleeves and dangling.

"Pa—" There was another pain on my back, and Zhengze's voice was clear and cold:

"If you keep calling me like that, the lake will be your destination."

"Hey, little Zhengze, you have forgotten, I am a dragon. You threw me into the lake, do you want me to play in the water?" Lingjun leaned on Zhengze's shoulders and said with a smile.

"Ouch~ Little Zhengze, you murdered your own husband! Ugh -" Zhengze threw Lingjun hard, and Lingjun rolled to the side of the boat. He just started to howl a few words, but in the blink of an eye he was hit by nausea again. I was so sick that I vomited towards the lake.

"I'm telling you, you two, I know that you... uh ... have a good relationship, so maybe you can't be quieter? This little boat can't bear the tossing you do..."

The ferryman at the bow of the boat looked at his rickety little canoe that was about to capsize, and said worriedly to Lingjun and Zhengze.

Zhengze glanced at him coldly , and the ferryman immediately fell silent.

Humph, you little mortal, what do you know? This is called sentiment.

"Wow, Daddy, you are so awesome. All the little fishes are following you!" Lingjun was enjoying himself while Lin'er was clapping his hands and cheering.

Lingjun looked carefully and saw that there was indeed a group of fish of various species gathered under the green water. They followed wherever Lingjun spit.

My silly son, you are not following him, you are clearly following the contents of his stomach!

this immortal 's body, even a single hair, can gather immortal energy and help ordinary beings to replenish their energy and practice cultivation. My fellow fish descendants, this time it's a good deal for you.

"...Chongqing lakes overlap Qingjia. There are three autumn osmanthus seeds and ten miles of lotus flowers. The Qiang pipes clear the sky, and the Ling song fills the night..."

As soon as Lingjun and his party climbed up the stairs, Lady Miaoyin was singing about the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, and everyone in the audience cheered.

"Oh - it's a man!" Ling Jun looked at the elegant-looking man in plain clothes on the stage and couldn't help sighing, and his "weak" body arched into Zhengze's arms.

As soon as he got off the boat, Zheng Ze helped Ling Jun, who was staggering due to vomiting. Adhering to the belief that his wife would never take advantage of him, Ling Jun didn't have the heart to tell him that he was almost fine once he entered the building.

"Why, you wish it was a woman?" Zhengze asked in Lingjun's ear without knowing the meaning.

Lingjun immediately covered the sides of his waist with vigilance, and said with a flattering smile on his face: "How can you do that? With a wife like you, no one in heaven or on earth, no matter whether you are a man or a woman, can touch me!"

"Ouch——" There was a pain on the back of my hand, so you are so regular, change your position!

"Don't call me that!" Zhengze pressed Lingjun's exaggeratedly twisting body and took him to the second floor in a few strokes.

"...while drunk, listen to flutes and drums, sing and enjoy the haze. I will see the beautiful scenery in the future, and go back to Fengchi to praise..."

The man in plain clothes downstairs was playing the piano and singing. He looked younger than the weak crown, but his posture was very chic and carefree.

"This song is beautifully sung and the lyrics are even better. I wonder which mortal is so clear and handsome." Ling Jun leaned into Zheng Ze's arms and deliberately made his words weak.

"Obscene words and songs." Zhengze picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and retorted coldly.

"Xiao Zhengze, as a husband, I don't agree with what you are saying," Lingjun ignored Zhengze's cold gaze and expressed his opinion impassionedly, "Poetry must be elegant and upright, but it is difficult to express all the feelings; words are poems, which can express the remaining feelings. . This poem is sincere and very harmonious. It is truly a masterpiece. How can it be lumped together with ordinary popular poems and songs?"

After delivering a great talk, Lingjun was satisfied and very proud. Do you worship Mr. Zhengze?

Zheng Ze snorted with disdain .

"Oh? Xiao Zhengze, what kind of words do you think are good words?" Ling Jun vowed to have an in-depth discussion with Xiao Zhengze on this issue of "obscene lyrics and erotic songs".

"Dongpo's words can be called his swan song." Zhengze said slowly.

Dongpo? Is it a word spread from the eastern hillsides?

"You can live your whole life under the mist and rain - broad-minded and lofty, free and easy, which can be called a good word."

The poem is chanted slowly, as if it is reciting someone else's mood, or pouring out one's own emotions. The cold tone brings out a different kind of loneliness.

Just as Lingjun was about to speak, a graceful voice from the seat next to him came from the air:

" That's ridiculous . The music and rhythm don't match and the words don't rhyme. How can such an incomprehensible work be called a masterpiece?"

Looking around, he saw an old woman in brown clothes , holding a cup and drinking a cup of wine. Time had left gray marks on her temples, but the cold, arrogant and stubborn look of her youth was still vaguely visible in her vicissitudes of life.

In front of her, there was a shining colorful pearl.

Seeing Lingjun and the others looking at her, the old woman raised the wine glass in her hand and saluted her from a distance . There was a faint hint of the old splendor and boldness in her behavior.

Lingjun and Zhengze exchanged glances, and with Lin'er and the others , they stood up and walked towards the old woman.

"This lady is very talkative, and the juniors are interested in making friends. I wonder if you would like to sit at the same table and talk about it together?" Lingjun bowed and showed a cute smile that the female compatriots could not resist.

"Please." The old woman was very free and easy. She extended her hand to invite and continued to pour and drink.

As soon as Lingjun and others sat down, the music from the piano downstairs started to clang.

"Excuse me, madam, where do you live? The accent doesn't sound like someone from Jiangnan." Lingjun poured a glass of wine for the old woman and smiled.

The old woman was very satisfied with Lingjun 's young man's vision. She smiled, picked up the wine glass, drank it down, and sighed again:

"I traveled south in a hurry, living in poverty, with broken mountains and rivers everywhere I looked. Why did I call home?"

"The madam openly exposed this pearl in the teahouse, which is very open-minded." Zheng Ze spoke coldly from the side, staring at the pearl on the table with a deep expression.

"How about thinking about it, so what if you don't think about it? Along the way, I lost things and scattered them. Now these last things, I don't care about them. They are just some external things..."

The old woman drank a cup of water and spoke sadly .

"Isn't what Madam is thinking in her mind not what Madam says? I'm afraid this bead will be of great use to you." Lingjun curled his lips and smiled.

The old woman was startled when she heard this, and looked at Lingjun with doubts in her eyes.

"Madam, I want to put this pearl to great use, but I'm afraid the world will think it 's a show of wealth that invites disaster !"

"Ka——" As soon as Zhengze finished speaking, he broke an iron arrow that shot through the air with his backhand.

Zhengze didn't use any magic , he just broke a black iron arrow with the strength of his grip ... Lingjun touched his waist, which was often pinched hard by Zhengze, with lingering fear.

"You are ruining my good deeds!" With a sharp shout, a powerful sword energy came towards me. It was Lady Miaoyin who was playing the piano downstairs just now!

Zheng Zhen turned his energy into a sword and quickly blocked the attack .

Lingjun formed an invisible barrier to protect the old woman, Lin'er and the others. He drew out the Xuanyuan Sword and stood guard beside them.

Zigui also drew his sword and trapped Lin'er tightly, and Lingjun looked at him gratefully.

The spectators who were cheering downstairs just now pulled off their outer robes , and suddenly they were a group of fierce assassins in tight black clothes.

At the same time, other masked men in black continued to pour into the building.

Just for one bead, what a big deal!

"Defu..." The old woman murmured in the barrier , looking at the man in plain clothes who was fighting with Zhengze.

Lady Miaoyin, who was called "De Fu", had a fierce look in her eyes, and her sword power suddenly became faster!

Zheng Ze was wielding a sword with one hand, his green clothes flowing like clouds, and he was taking moves with an expressionless expression, as leisurely as if he was practicing swordplay with a child.

Under Zhengze's offensive, Lady Miaoyin gradually became exhausted, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her red lips were bitten until they turned white——

If this mortal only talks about swordsmanship, he is already the best in the mortal world. Otherwise, he would not have been able to fight with Zhengze for so long. It is a pity that he encountered Zhengze. Swordsmanship alone can surpass Zhengze in the mortal world.

"Daughter-in-law, don't worry about hiding your traces, just use magic to solve it."

Lingjun looked at more and more people in black in the building, they were so densely packed that they looked like they were in an ant nest. He lost his patience and shouted at Zhengze at the top of his lungs.

During the fight, Zheng Ze turned around and gave Lingjun a cold look, but Lingjun kept silent.

Within a moment, Zhengze spotted a flaw in Madam Miaoyin and feinted with his sword, instantly subduing her firmly under the blade.

"Oh, the fight is over." Ling Jun raised his hand, and the men in black who were still climbing up the building suddenly stopped.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong ..." Lady Miaoyin knelt under the long sword of Zhengze. Seeing her accomplices falling unconscious and falling to the ground, she shouted in shock:

"Who the hell are you!"

"Miaoyin, why are you doing this?" The old woman slowly walked out from behind Lingjun, looking at the young man with a stern face and a tired expression.

"Why? You have to ask yourself this!" The young man twisted his delicate face in an instant, with scarlet eyes, staring angrily at the elegant old woman in brown clothes in front of him .