Too Reckless

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  Teardrops fell from the water clock outside the window, which was the only sound in the private room.

  Shangguan Lingye closed his eyes and lay flat on the bamboo couch, Qingcheng's cheeks as pale as paper.

  The elegant room is the cultivation place for the masters of the Burning Smoke Sect. The spiritual energy is so strong that it can be seen by the naked eye, turning into strands of white mist, which converge towards Shangguan Lingye's body.

  Wu Qingwan knelt down in front of the main couch, pressed Shangguan Lingye's wrist, and probed carefully. But Shangguan Lingye's cultivation was too high, and her infuriating qi was too soft, she couldn't get in at all, and she couldn't even feel her pulse.

  After trying for a while, Wu Qingwan shook her head softly:

   "The imperial concubine's cultivation base is too high, I can't feel the context, can you try?"

   Zuo Lingquan stood in front of him and watched, with a three-pointed sadness between his brows, he squatted in front of him when he heard the sound, and pressed Shangguan Lingye's wrist with his hand.

  Although she was injured and comatose, it did not change the touch of Shangguan Lingye's skin.

   Delicate as brocade and warm as jade, the touch is very soft, it seems that it can be broken by blowing a bullet, but if you try to inflate it, you can feel that the golden body is immaculate and indestructible.

   Zuo Lingquan's infuriating energy is naturally much harder than Wu Qingwan's, but trying to enter Shangguan Lingye's body is like stabbing an iron wall with a bamboo stick, which is difficult to penetrate.

   Wu Qingwan sighed lightly when she saw this: "The cultivator is injured and unconscious, and the body will instinctively defend itself. Our cultivation base is too low, what can we do?"

   After everyone ran away, Zuo Lingquan couldn't find a doctor with deep cultivation, so he could only say:

   "Take off her clothes and take a look. You should be able to see through the scars on her body."

  Wu Qingwan stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, raised her hand and tried to undo Shangguan Lingye's breastplate.

  Zuo Lingquan didn't dare to look at the body of the Concubine Dayan, turned around and walked to the terrace, pulling the door open.

  It's just the breastplate that Shangguan Lingye wears. It's very tightly wrapped, without any joints.

  Wu Qingwan touched back and forth for a long time, but couldn't find the mechanism buckle, and made another difficulty:

  "Ling Quan, the breastplate seems to be one piece, I can't undo it."

  “Huh?”

  Zuo Lingquan hesitated for a while, then entered the room again, came to the bed, raised his hand and groped on Shangguan Lingye's breastplate.

   Like this kind of magic weapon that protects the whole body, most of them will keep the back door, lest the cultivator lose consciousness, and his teammates have no choice but to save people.

  Zuo Lingquan groped along the lines of the breastplate, protected by solid armor, although he could see two big bulging buns, but he didn't feel half-struck, and he didn't have any crooked thoughts.

   Touched Shangguan Lingye over and over again, and finally found the secret door at the neck. After infusing infuriating energy, Shangguan Lingye's eyelashes moved twice. It should have been slightly awakened by the protective armor. Whether protection should be removed.

  Soon, the black armor that was protecting Shangguan Lingye's torso faded like a tide, shrinking into a black necklace on a snow-white neck, hidden under the collar and invisible.

  Zuo Lingquan looked down at the placket of Shangguan Lingye's golden phoenix skirt, and was shaken into pieces by the strong impact. Although the fabric was spliced ​​together in its original position, the gap between the pieces still revealed the belt. Snow-greasy skin with bruised scars.

   The two jade balls, which were originally of a good size, lost the strong restraint of the armor and returned to their original size. They also flicked slightly and shook the rags apart, revealing the white cat embroidered underneath. Gold apron.

  The apron is not an illegal treasure immortal soldier, but the fabric is better, it can't withstand the impact, and it is also shaken into rags.

  The rags lost their restraints and spread out, and I could see a little blushing edge, I don't know if it was blood or...

  "Yeah!"

  Wu Qingwan's expression changed slightly.

  Zuo Lingquan gave a startling glance, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost lost his temper; before he could see the details, he was covered by the blushing Wanwan:

   "Going out, dare to see anything, are you not afraid of death?"

  Zuo Lingquan just glanced at it subconsciously, not what he meant, and quickly stood up:

  "I didn't see anything...I'm not afraid of medical treatment when I'm sick. Hmm...I'm going to see Jingxu, Senior Wu, do you have anything to call me?"

  Wu Qingwan was frightened and covered Shangguan Lingye's radiant body with the quilt: "Pay attention to the outside, don't wait for the people from the Burning Smoke Sect to come back and break in."

  "Good."

   Zuo Lingquan didn't even have the embarrassment to look back, he walked out of the door and closed the door with his back to him, only to let out a sigh of relief.

  The Empress Dowager should be unaware...

  I don't seem to see anything...

  Cherry…

  Zuo Lingquan felt that his thoughts were a little confused, so he forced his mind to remain calm, swept aside the things he should not have looked at, and then walked towards the covered bridge.

  The Burning Smoke Sect is the sect of the refining sect. The layout is different from other sects. You can see the refining workshops everywhere; White mist.

  The place where Zuo Lingquan settled is located in the back mountain of the Burning Smoke Sect. It is a hot spring lake and a natural little blessed land.

  There are several water pavilions built on the lake for people to practice. Shangguan Lingye is recuperating in the middle, and Tang Jingxuan is lying in the water pavilion next door.

  Zuo Lingquan walked across the stone covered bridge under the bright moonlight and came to the waterside pavilion not far away.

  There are toads carved on the fence of the waterside pavilion, the bird dumplings are a little shriveled, lying on the head of the toad stone carving, paralyzed into a flat dumpling, looking at the place where Shangguan Lingye lives, his eyes are pitiful; My mother, and I don't worry about the mother who has milk.

  Zuo Lingquan walked up to him, took out the dried small fish given by Shangguan Lingye, and placed it in front of the dumplings:

   "It's alright, the injury will heal in two days, go back to sleep."

  “Gee…”

  The dumplings lacked interest, lying on the stone, looking at the dried fish near Chi Chi, and didn't want to move.

  Zuo Lingquan shook his head secretly, thought about it, and put the little beetle out of the porcelain bottle.

  The little black beetle has been reared for several months, and now it looks like it's not easy to mess with the shiny oil. After flying out, the goal is clear, pick up the small fish and run away.

  “Gee?!”

  Danzi was immediately annoyed, and he started to chase after his little wings.

   Zuo Lingquan was content with this, and let the two little pets play by themselves. He came to the waterside gate and opened the door.

  The lampstand in the room has warm yellow light, illuminating the corners and corners. The furnishings seem to be simple and neat, but there is nothing missing.

  Tang Jing lay quietly on the bamboo-yellow couch, leaning against the window, and outside the window was the beautiful view of the hot spring and the cold moon.

  Tang Jingxuan also fell into a coma for some reason, and has not woken up until now, but fortunately she was not injured.

  Zuo Lingquan sat down in front of the couch, holding Tang Jingshen's hand and looking carefully.

  Tang Jingshen's originally watery tofu-like face looks crystal clear under the white moonlight. The slender eyelashes and plump red lips show the softness that is exclusive to women.

  But when Jingshen fell asleep, she lost the aura of the stock market girl, she looked quite fairy, completely different from Wanwan.

  Wanwan is full of fairy spirit in normal times, with three points of coolness and seven points of tranquility; but when it comes to sleeping, that shy and astringent femininity gradually revealed. Very lustful, just like the fairy who discovered that the mortal world was beautiful, and that she was reluctant to think of the Heavenly Palace...

  Remembering Wanwan's shyly accommodating appearance, Zuo Lingquan blinked, feeling that his mind was not right today.

  He secretly possessed himself, and after tapping on Tang Jing's soft lips, he put away his wandering thoughts and turned to look at the furnishings in the room.

  The Burning Smoke Sect is famous for its refining tools. As the place where the high-level sect lives, the furnishings in the room naturally reflect the background of the sect. Although this analogy is not suitable, it is indeed even the stone that supports the table. Possibly a magic weapon.

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   The white screen is thin and transparent, and it can't block anything. The frame is exquisitely made, but there is no pattern and writing on the screen. It looks a bit empty and does not match the overall decoration style of the room.

  Zuo Lingquan looked at it for a while, and realized that the screen was used for other purposes. He searched carefully and found an inscription inscribed on the edge of the screen.

  Zuo Lingquan studied the moon in the water on the painting boat, understood what it was, and tried to infuse it with infuriating energy.

  The screen screen really started to be illusory, and a picture gradually appeared. A female cultivator dressed in the costume of Tiandi City, standing on the flying sword; below is the earth with many mountains and mountains, and the center is a huge Tiankeng. A woman's voice came from inside:

   "Not long ago, there was a rebellion near Zongzhuoyan City under the Tiandi City, and a large number of monks and people fled the Fusang Kingdom; the matter has been calmed down by the Emperor of the Tiandi City, and no casualties have been caused. Daoists, please do not listen to it. , to spread rumors so as not to disturb the order in various places..."

  From the point of view of words and deeds, it should be the masters of Tiandi City who are appeasing the surrounding monks and avoid chaos around Fusang Kingdom.

  Zuo Lingquan raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside the window. From the perspective of aerial photography, it was estimated that it was above the clouds and could not be seen from him at all.

   After listening for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zuo Lingquan lost interest, and touched the text on the screen again.

  As a result, the style of the curtain changed...

  "Hmmmm~"

  A fairy dressed in cool clothes, covered with a veil, hummed softly, and danced on the lake.

  The dance is very beautiful, sometimes holding the streamer and flying into the air, dancing with the wind like a fairy in the painting.

   Flying across the sky, the beautiful landscape under the fairy skirt is hazy, like foggy mountains and shadows covering winding paths, it seems that everything can be seen, and it seems that nothing can be seen...

  (⊙_⊙;)? !

  Zuo Lingquan's expression was stunned...