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The water bell outside the window fell from tears, which was the only sound in the elegant room.

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

Yashi is the place where the masters of the Zhuoyan Sect practice. The spiritual energy is so rich that it can be seen by the naked eye, it turns into wisps of white mist and gathers towards Shangguan Lingye's body.

Wu Qingwan knelt in front of the main couch, pressed Shangguan Lingye's wrist and investigated carefully. However, Shangguan Lingye's cultivation was too high, and her true energy was too soft to enter at all, and she could not even touch her pulse.

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

"The Empress Imperial Concubine has a high cultivation level. I can't touch the veins. Come and try it?"

Zuo Lingquan stood in front of him and watched with a sad look between his eyebrows. He squatted in front of him and pressed Shangguan Lingye's wrist with his hand.

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

It is as delicate as brocade as warm as jade, and the touch is very soft and seems to be able to break, but when you try to inject the true energy, you can feel the indestructibleness of the golden body.

Zuo Lingquan's true energy is naturally much harder than Wu Qingwan, but if you want to enter Shangguan Lingye's body, it is still like using a bamboo stick to pierce the iron wall, which is difficult to penetrate half a minute.

Seeing this, Wu Qingwan sighed softly: "The monk was injured and unconscious, and his body could instinctively protect himself. Our cultivation level was too low. What should we do?"

After everyone was running, Zuo Lingquan could not find a doctor with a very deep cultivation, so he could only say:

"You can untie her clothes and take a look. You should be able to see the roughness through the scars on your body."

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

Zuo Lingquan didn't dare to look at the body of the Concubine Dayan, so he turned around and walked to the terrace and pulled up the door.

However, the breastplate worn by Shangguan Lingye was very tightly wrapped, without any connection area, and it was genuine and seamless.

Wu Qingwan touched back and forth for a long time, but couldn't find the mechanism lock, and was in trouble again:

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

"Um?"

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

Most of the magic weapons that protect the whole body will be kept with the back door, so as not to lose consciousness and teammates will be helpless if they want to save people.

Zuo Lingquan groped along the lines of his breastplate, protected by strong armor. Although he could see two big bulging buns, he was so hard that he didn't feel half-breaking, and he had no bad intentions.

After tossing and turning, he touched Shangguan Lingye all over, and finally found the secret door at his neck. After infusing his true energy, Shangguan Lingye moved his eyelashes twice. He should have been slightly awakened by the protective armor and asked if he should remove the protection.

Soon, the black armor that Shangguan Lingye protected his torso faded away like a tide, shrinking into a black necklace on his snow-white neck, hidden under his collar, and could not be seen.

Zuo Lingquan lowered his head to check the collar of Shangguan Lingye's golden phoenix skirt. He was shaken into pieces by the powerful impact force. Although the fabric was spliced ​​together in its original position, the gaps between the fragments still showed the greasy skin with blue and purple scars.

The two jade buns, which were originally of great size, lost the strong constraints of their armor and returned to their original size. They bounced slightly and shook the cloth a little, revealing the golden bellyband embroidered with a white cat underneath.

The bellyband is not a magic weapon, but the fabric is good and cannot withstand the impact, so it is also shocked into a rag.

The rag lost its restraint and scattered, and he saw a little bright red edge, not sure if it was blood or...

"ah!"

Wu Qingwan's expression changed slightly.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at a shock, his heart suddenly jumped, almost breaking out; before he could see the details clearly, he was covered by Wanwan's eyes with a red face:

"When you go out, you dare to see anything. Are you not afraid of death?"

Zuo Lingquan subconsciously glanced at him, not his original intention, so he quickly stood up:

"I didn't see anything... I don't care about the doctor. Well... I'll go see Jingyan, Senior Wu calls me if you have anything to do."

Wu Qingwan was frightened and blocked Shangguan Lingye's spring-filled body with a quilt: "Please pay attention to some outside, don't wait for the people from the Zhuoyan Sect to come back and break in."

"good."

Zuo Lingquan didn't have the nerve to turn around, walked straight out of the door, closed the door with his back to his back, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Imperial Concubine shouldn't be aware of it...

I don't seem to see anything...

cherry……

Zuo Lingquan felt a little confused, so he forced himself to calm down, swept away the things he shouldn't have seen before, and then walked towards the bridge.

Zhuoyan Sect is a sect that refines weapons. The structure is different from other sects. You can see the refining workshop everywhere; there are also many water veins used for quenching and cooling, so that white mist is everywhere in the sect all year round.

The place where Zuo Lingquan settles is located in the back mountain of Zhuoyan Sect. It is a hot spring lake, which is considered a natural small blessed place.

Several water pavilions were built on the lake for people to practice. Shangguan Lingye was recovering from his wounds in the middle, while Tang Jingyan was lying in the water pavilion next door.

Zuo Lingquan walked across the stone-clad bridge under the bright moonlight and came outside the water pavilion not far away.

There were toads carved on the water pavilion fence, and the little bird ball was a little wilted. He lay on the head of the toad stone carving and collapsed into a flat ball ball. Looking at the place where Shangguan Lingye lived, his eyes were pitiful; it was a bit like "I can't bear to leave my mother but I don't want to worry about her mother." Both sides were worried and worried.

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

"It's okay, the injury will be cured in two days. Go back to bed."

"grumble……"

Duanzi was indifferent to the interest and lay on the stone. He didn't want to move when he saw the dried fish near Chi Chi.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head secretly, thought for a while, and put the little beetle out of the porcelain bottle.

After several months of raising the black beetle, it looks hard to mess with oil and light. After flying out, it has clear goals and pick up the dried fish and run away.

"grumble?!"

Tuanzi was immediately annoyed, and flapped his wings and began to chase him.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan was satisfied and let the two pets play by themselves. He came to the door of the water pavilion and opened the door.

The light in the room was warm and yellow, illuminating every corner. The furnishings seemed simple and neat, but there was nothing missing.

Tang Jingwen lay quietly on the bamboo yellow couch, leaning against the window, outside the window was the beautiful scenery of the hot spring cold moon.

Tang Jingwen was in a coma for some reason and has not woken up yet, but fortunately he was not injured.

Zuo Lingquan sat down in front of the couch, held Tang Jingyan's hand and looked carefully.

Tang Jinghua's originally watery tofu-like face looks crystal clear under the white moonlight. Her slender eyelashes and plump red lips show her unique charm for women.

However, when Jingyan fell asleep, she lost the aura of the young lady in the market. She looked quite fairy, completely different from Wanwan.

Wanwan is usually full of fairy spirit, with three points of coldness and seven points of tranquility; but when it comes to sleep, her sense of desire to refuse and welcome, shy and astringent feminineness gradually revealed, very desire, just like a fairy who discovered that the mortal world is beautiful and happy to be in the heavenly palace...

Thinking of Wanwan's shyness and cater to her, Zuo Lingquan blinked and felt that her mind was not very correct today.

He secretly possessed himself, and after placing Tang Jingfeng's soft lips, he put away his thoughts of running away and looked at the furnishings in the room.

Zhuoyan Sect is known for refining weapons. As a place where high-level sects live, the furnishings in the rooms naturally reflect the sect's background. Although this metaphor is not suitable, it is indeed a stone that even the table foot is placed, which may be a magic weapon.

Zuo Lingquan was doing nothing to accompany the bed. After glanced around, he stopped on a white screen in front of the couch.

The white screen is thin and transparent, and cannot block anything. The borders are exquisitely crafted, but there are no patterns on the screen. It looks a bit empty and does not fit the overall decoration style of the room.

After Zuo Lingquan looked at it a little, he realized that the screen had other uses. He searched carefully and found an inscribed spell on the edge of the screen, as well as words such as "Gan, Kun, Zhen, Xun...".

Zuo Lingquan studied the moon in the water on the pleasure boat, understood what this was, and tried to inject it with true energy.

Sure enough, the screen began to be illusory, and a picture gradually appeared. A female cultivator in Tiandi City costume stood on the flying sword; below was a land with mountains and a huge sinkhole in the center. The woman's voice came from inside:

"Not long ago, there were foreign races near Zhuoyan City, the city of Tiandi, and a large number of monks and people fled from Fucai Kingdom. The matter has been quelled by the Emperor of Tiandi City, and no casualties have been caused. Friends must not listen to it and spread rumors to avoid disturbing order in various places..."

Judging from words and deeds, it should be the masters of Tiandi City who comforted the monks around and avoid chaos around the Fucai Kingdom.

Zuo Lingquan looked up at the sky outside the window. From the perspective of aerial photography, he probably couldn't see it from him at all above the clouds.

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

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

"Hmm~..."

A fairy dressed in a cool dress, covered with a veil, humming softly, dancing on the lake.

The dance posture is very graceful, sometimes carrying a streamer to fly into the air, dancing in the wind like a fairy in the painting.

In the air, the beautiful mountains and rivers under the fairy skirt are hazy, like fog, shadows covering the winding paths, as if you can see anything, and as if you can't see anything...

(⊙_⊙;)?!
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