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After visiting relatives and friends, it was already night.

I went out with my fifth brother in the morning, but couldn't find anyone halfway through, Zuo Lingquan was naturally worried about his safety.After searching for a long time and not finding it, I could only go back to the Zuofu to inform the third uncle.

The third uncle Zuo Hanchou knew too much about his son, so he was not in a hurry when he heard the news, and gave an order to the housekeeper. Within two quarters of an hour, the housekeeper found his whereabouts, saying that he was drinking in the brothel and refused to come back.

Zuo Lingquan felt relieved when he saw this, he didn't stay any longer, he brought his purchased items, drove out of the city overnight, and returned to Xihuang Valley.

There is a discipline room in Xihuang Valley to control the disciples' cultivation. The discipline is very strict. At night, the whole valley is silent. Even if you don't sleep, you can only move in your own room, and you are not allowed to visit.

Zuo Lingquan walked through the silent road in the valley and returned to the bamboo forest outside the waterfall.

There are few stars in the moon, and thousands of bamboo leaves are rustling between the winding paths of the bamboo forest. You can vaguely hear the whispers of girls from the bamboo hut. It is estimated that some senior sisters can't sleep and are huddled in a blanket chatting.

Zuo Lingquan walked very lightly, put a dozen boxes of rouge at the door of Senior Sister Xiaohua's courtyard, and walked towards the cold pool under the waterfall.

Looking up, there are no lights above the stone cliff, but through the moonlight, you can see a vague figure sitting on the stone platform.

Zuo Lingquan was holding the wooden box with the skirt in his hand and wanted to say hello, but he was worried about disturbing the sleeping seniors.

Fortunately, Wu Qingwan has a keen sense of perception. When Zuo Lingquan walked into the stone cliff, he heard footsteps and raised his hand to tick it.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan walked up the winding stone stairs, and soon came to the cliff.

Under the silvery white moonlight, Wu Qingwan got up from the stone platform, saw the beautiful wooden box in Zuo Lingquan's hand, and said softly:

"You bought me something?"

Zuo Lingquan handed the wooden box to Wu Qingwan: "Last time I accidentally scratched Senior Wu's skirt. When I bought rouge for my senior sisters today, I bought one by hand."

"You have a heart." Wu Qingwan practiced since childhood, without the tedious attention of worldly women, she took it generously, did not open it, put it down in the wooden house, and then walked out with a tray.

There was a row of silver needles in the tray, as well as several unknown medicine bottles, obviously prepared in advance.

"Ling Quan, come with me, I'll give you a try on acupuncture."

Wu Qingwan carried the tray and walked down the waterfall along Shiping.

Zuo Lingquan knew that there was a 'Water Curtain Cave' under the waterfall, which was where Wu Qingwan usually practiced, but he had never entered it.At this time, he followed behind, and Wu Qingwan entered the back of the roaring waterfall with Wu Qingwan, and in front of him was a large stone room.

The stone room is three feet in diameter, clean and pure, with an unknown pearl inlaid above it as a light source.

There are several portraits of the old man hanging on the wall. It seems that the inscription should be the previous valley owner of Qihuang Valley. One of them is of Yue Pingyang. From the portrait, it is just a very ordinary middle-aged man.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at the portrait and asked, "Senior Wu, where is the National Teacher, why haven't I seen it?"

In the middle of the stone room was a white jade bed. Wu Qingwan sat on the side and sorted out the utensils. Hearing the words, she paused, and after a little hesitation, she answered:

"In retreat, people who are practicing in Linggu can not eat five grains. The higher the cultivation level, the longer the retreat time. It is common to not come out for a few years. Come and lie down."

Zuo Lingquan nodded thoughtfully, did not ask in detail, walked to the side of the white jade bed, raised his hand and touched it. The jade was hard, and the tentacles were warm and not cold, and he did not know the specific material.

Wu Qingwan was wearing a long goose-yellow dress, sitting sideways on the edge of the stone bed to prepare silver needles. The silhouette looked like a skilled female nurse.

Even though he was alone, Zuo Lingquan didn't have any special thoughts. He took off his shirt and sat upright and waited.

After Wu Qingwan prepared the silver needle, she took the small porcelain bottle in the tray, put the medicinal liquid in it on her fingertips, and gently smeared it on the acupoints on Zuo Lingquan's back.Zuo Lingquan was lying in the middle of the stone bed, Wu Qingwan had to lean over slightly, her long hair like a cloud drooping down from her shoulders, swept back and forth across her broad back, with a faint fragrance.

Zuo Lingquan lay on his stomach quietly, not in a hurry. He just felt that Senior Wu was gentle and considerate, but before he could thank Wu Qingwan for his meticulousness, a sharp pain came from his back.

"Hey—" Zuo Lingquan clenched his hands suddenly, his face was a little pale at the time, and he was so hard-headed that he didn't scream.

Wu Qingwan pressed Zuo Lingquan's shoulder with her left hand, making him unable to move, and slowly twisted the silver needle with her right hand, and asked knowingly:

"It hurts a bit? Would you like to pull it out slowly?"

Bean-sized sweat beads rolled down Zuo Lingquan's forehead, gritted his teeth and said:

"Well, it's okay."

Wu Qingwan raised her eyebrows, knowing that Zuo Lingquan was trying to be brave, she said softly:

"Be patient, this is just the beginning, and it will hurt more later."

Zuo Lingquan's back was so painful that he almost lost consciousness, his face turned pale again, and he stopped talking.

"Chi--" Wu Qingwan rarely saw Zuo Lingquan's shriveled appearance, and laughed out loud, no longer frightening people, and asked:

"Just kidding. How do you feel?"

"It hurts so bad, I don't feel anything else."

Wu Qingwan nodded slightly and pulled out the silver needle:

"Get up and try your luck."

Zuo Lingquan got up and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and followed the steps recorded in the Qi Yang Jue, sinking his Qi into his dantian, feeling the ethereal aura between heaven and earth with his heart.

The stone room was quiet.

Wu Qingwan sat next to her and waited quietly for a moment. Her eyes moved from Zuo Lingquan's handsome profile to the portrait on the stone wall. Deep in her eyes, there was a trace of unnoticeable anxiety.

The portrait on the wall is the national teacher Yue Pingyang, who is also the teacher of Wu Qingwan, and the pillar of the entire Xihuang Valley.

Just now Zuo Lingquan asked about the national teacher, Wu Qingwan had a delicate mind, how could he not see the 'thoughtful' in Zuo Lingquan's expression.

Wu Qingwan regards Jiang Yi as her daughter, and Jiang Yi has asked about the situation of the national teacher many times, but she really dare not say it.Because the national teacher has indeed gone wrong in his practice, he is still in a coma in the secret room, and he relied on the deducted white jade baht and various treasures to stabilize the national teacher's physique. When will he wake up? , no one knows.

The Phoenix Valley is not a big sect, but there is no shortage of wolves around it.Not to mention Fuyi Mountain, there are countless wild cultivators in the world, no one does not watch the incense offerings of the small dynasty, as well as the Fengshui treasure land with a little more spiritual energy such as Qihuang Valley.

Let the outside world know that Qihuang Valley is no longer the way it used to be. Even if Jiang Yi comes from Xihuang Valley and controls the Great Dan Dynasty, he cannot give shelter to Qihuang Valley, because it is impossible for the court to support a thug who has no combat power. Every year, so many Incense money comes from people's taxes, not for nothing.If Jiang Yi still deliberately favors Xihuanggu after learning about it, then Jiang Yi will probably lose power along with him.

What Wu Qingwan can hope for now is that the master suddenly wakes up, or there will be another person who can be alone.

Otherwise, the five masters, including her, can only watch 200 years of inheritance handed over to others. They have also changed from elders of a family to outsiders who are excluded under the fence.

Wu Qingwan grew up in Qihuang Valley since she was a child, how can she bear it?

Traveling thousands of miles, I don't know how much time has passed.

Zuo Lingquan opened his eyes and shook his head in frustration:

"Still feel nothing."

"Ugh"

Wu Qingwan didn't know what to say. She had nothing to do, but she didn't want Zuo Lingquan to lose her confidence, she still smiled after thinking about it:

"It's nothing, it's not the first time, go back and rest, I'll think about it."

"Okay, Senior Wu rest early."

Zuo Lingquan put on his outer robe and bowed his hands to say goodbye to Wu Qingwan.

Wu Qingwan sat alone in the stone room for a while, her gentle and demure face showing a sad look, she thought hard for a long time before she put away the silver needle utensils, got up and left the stone room and returned to the wooden house on the stone flat.

The wooden house was where Wu Qingwan slept. There was only one room. Except for a long case with a sword box, the furnishings were no different from the boudoir of an ordinary woman.

Wu Qingwan has already cultivated the qi at the [-]th level, so she can stay awake for a long time, but sleeping is the fastest way to recharge her energy, and she can't sleep hard.She closed the door, walked to the bed in the boudoir, and when she passed the round table, she saw the wooden box placed on it.

Just now she was restless, but Wu Qingwan forgot about it. She sat down at the table and opened the well-made wooden box