The water in the East China Sea boiled, causing rain to appear endlessly.

With the Qihuang Valley, the disciples no longer have to walk in the rain. The valley is covered with clouds and mist, and the environment is quiet, and finally there is a bit of the decent appearance of a true immortal.

In the early morning, the sky was still gray. Wu Qingwan walked out of the small wooden house on the stone plaza. As in the past decades, she stood on the edge of the cliff, stretched toward the distance, and the new day began again!

But today's days are obviously not as carefree as before.

Before Wu Qingwan could put down her hand, she saw Jiang Yi standing in the courtyard of a bamboo house, holding a sword in her hand, looking up at her, her expression intriguing.

Wu Qing's mature and beautiful cheeks froze slightly, and he carefully put his hands down, folded them around his waist, barely showing a gentle smile.

Since Wu Qingwan was in the palace a few days ago, with the thought of "It is better to have short pain than long pain" and forced herself into Jiang Yi's quilt, the relationship between the two aunts and nieces has become strange.

In front of outsiders, Wu Qingwan was naturally still an aunt, and Jiang Yi was as usual, and regarded herself as a junior.

But when two people are alone, the situation changes.

Wu Qingwan watched Jiang Yi being abused, helping to abuse the evil, helping him put a pillow or something, and Jiang Yi was naturally ashamed of herself.

Jiang Yi also watched Wu Qingwan lying on her own, biting a strand of hair and calling "Brother Quan". After Wu Qingwan was impulsive, how could she feel at all the troubles?

Zuo Lingquan has left these days, and no man is used as a buffer in the middle. The two of them are embarrassed to contact each other privately. If they meet by chance like this, the atmosphere will naturally become awkward.

Wu Qingwan looked at Jiang Yi and wanted to ask "Would you like to eat?" Jiang Yi was like a predecessor and said first:

"I've eaten. Have you woken up?"

"Not yet, my complexion has improved."

"That's good. Zuo Lingquan and the Concubine didn't know what to do. They haven't come back for several days..."

Jiang Yi thought about it and entered the eaves of the bamboo house and lost her trace.

Wu Qingwan knew it well, so she naturally didn't chase her and talked about private conversation. She silently retreated back to the stone cliff before she breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to the wooden house.

The wooden house is furnished from the past. On the embroidered bed inside, Tang Jing closed her eyes tightly and lay quietly, covering her body with a quilt, revealing her delicate shoulders as delicate as tender tofu.

Tang Jingwen's body was not injured, but the soul of the Linggu Realm fought with the thief. Even if she was not the main force, she could not bear it just being scratched by the aftermath. It would take several days for her to fully recover.

Wu Qingwan has been with her bed these days, but she can't help much. She can only judge how she recovers based on her complexion.

Wu Qingwan slowly walked to the bed and sat down, stared at Tang Jingyan for a moment, but there was no change, and her eyes slowly moved down to Tang Jingyan's waist and abdomen...

A few days ago, when I returned to Qihuang Valley, it was Wu Qingwan who helped Tang Jingwen check his body. Then, by chance, I discovered a very special secret that was not born.

As white as mutton fat jade, it carved out a perfectly fat and soft camel toe.

Only when you part a little bit, a touch of bright red will slowly bloom, just like a soft peony blooming in the snow.

Wu Qingwan and Tang Jingyan are obviously different, and Jiang Yi is also different. I have never seen them before. I thought they were the flowers that Tang Jingyan played with, but I shaved them off by myself, but when I look closely, they don’t look like them. They are obviously born.

Wu Qingwan believed that her figure was not inferior to Tang Jingyan, and her clothes had a stronger capital, but this difference made her feel irritated because she also felt that it would be cleaner, but she didn't know what Ling Quan thought.

Wu Qingwan was so mean to trick her, she quietly picked up the bedding and glanced at her eyes, then quickly put it down with a red face. Then she looked down at her waist and abdomen, looking a little bit excited, as if she was recalling Zuo Lingquan's reaction when she licked her, to see if there was anything that was in the way.

The room was silent, and only Tang Jingyun could hear the gentle breathing sounds.

Wu Qingwan was thinking about it for a long time, but she hadn't figured out the reason. Out of the corner of her eyes, she suddenly noticed something moving not far away, making a "buzzing" sound.

Wu Qingwan quickly came back to her senses and looked cautiously outside the room.

The furnishings in the house are simple. Apart from the round table and stool, there is only the sword table where long swords were once placed.

Wu Qingwan rarely uses swords now. There is a tea-green wooden stick on the sword platform, which was left by his second uncle Wu Zunyi. The movement just now seemed to be from the wooden stick.

"Um?"

Wu Qingwan was a little confused, got up and walked up to her, picked up the tea-green wooden stick and looked at it a few times.

There are instrument spirits in the world, but instrument spirits are not creatures. They do not have seven emotions and six desires and self-thinking. They only have basic consciousness that can distinguish between enemies and us, protect their masters in times of crisis, etc.

In the battle of Shaoyan City, several people harvested three magic weapons. The feather fan and shield are standard magic weapons. They are valuable but not unique. This wooden stick is a rare thing. Like the Thunder King Bell, it was tailor-made for Wu Zunyi.

Although it was given to Wu Qingwan, after Wu Qingwan got it, the wooden stick seemed to look down on her and did not want to recognize her. She held it almost like an ordinary stick and could not exert the special effect of magic weapons.

I wanted to make the wooden stick recognize the owner before, but I tried all kinds of methods. The wooden stick had no feedback, and it was the first time that it made a sound.

If the magic weapon can react, it must have sensed something.

Wu Qingwan held the wooden stick and pondered for a long time, then checked the surroundings of the house, but found no abnormalities.

She frowned in a little confusion, unable to figure out the reason for the time being, and could only keep this matter in her heart...—

Zuo Lingquan and Shangguan Lingye sat in front of the window and chatted all night. Unfortunately, the wine was not intoxicating. Although some people were drunk, it did not affect their minds after all, so nothing happened in the end, and it ended up after dawn.

After several days and nights, the heavy rain gradually turned into light rain, because it was the cold October, and finally seamlessly connected for light snow.

Except for the first day when Zuo Lingquan ate and drank, he lived in a small yard after all, practicing sword during the day and recovering from injuries at night, and rarely went out.

Shangguan Lingye was seriously injured than Zuo Lingquan. Needless to say, he had never left the bedroom these days and had been recuperating on the bed from morning to night.

But there are not only the two of them in the family. Mrs. Zuo naturally thought wrong when she saw the lonely man and widowed woman closed the door and didn't leave the house.

After all, men and women hide in the house all day long, what else can they do besides doing the major things that continue the incense for the Zuo family?

Although Mrs. Zuo felt that her son was a little too unrespectful to her body, she couldn't control her child when she grew up. She even liked Shangguan Lingye a little more. She cooked some nourishing ginseng chicken soup every day to nourish Shangguan Lingye's body.

Shangguan Lingye understood what Mrs. Zuo meant, but explained too much about it, mainly because she explained it. Mrs. Zuo also had a 'I understand' expression, thinking she was embarrassed to admit it.

Shangguan Lingye had never experienced such a short life in the world before. In fact, he liked this feeling quite a lot. In his spare time in his cultivation, he would talk to Mrs. Zuo about his parents, and did not avoid Mrs. Zuo.

Although the time in the Zuo family is very warm, it seems that the path of cultivation is just a legend that is far away from the sky and has nothing to do with it, the two of them are ultimately practitioners. Shangguan Lingye has to go back to deal with the case files accumulated by the Demon Warning Department, and he still has to leave or leave if he should.

Seven days later, Shangguan Lingye's body had recovered most of its body, and it was no problem to turn back.

Zuo Lingquan said goodbye to his parents and embarked on the road of traveling again.

Afraid of scaring the people of the county town, Shangguan Lingye did not use his magical powers and walked out of the city with Zuo Lingquan. After coming to the countryside outside the city, he rose up from the wind and flew north along the Bailu River.

It was snowing lightly in the sky. After a night, the banks of the river turned into silver, like a painting of landscape painting.

Zuo Lingquan was lifted up in the air and could not move freely. He could only look at the familiar beautiful scenery of his hometown aimlessly.

If you don’t have to hurry back, Shangguan Lingye will naturally not try his best. His speed is neither fast nor slow. He will use magic to break the wind and walk, and he will not feel the strong wind whistling among the clouds.

Shangguan Lingye returned to a gorgeous phoenix skirt, with the hem of the skirt slightly floating, and he was holding a dumpling in his arms; the dumpling was slumped in Shangguan Lingye's arms, and the breeze blew the white hair, and he opened his bird's beak from time to time to pick up a dried fish, which was very comfortable.

After the two flew dozens of miles, Shangguan Lingye suddenly turned around and took a look.

Zuo Lingquan was worried about nothing, and he looked back when he saw this:

"Why, the Empress forgot to get the thing?"

Shangguan Lingye looked back and looked at him for a moment, then withdrew his eyes and said calmly:

"The Zuo family is much more lively than the Taifei Palace. When you leave, there may be no one who will stew the soup for me every day in this life. I really feel reluctant to let it go."

Zuo Lingquan chuckled: "The soup my mother made is really delicious. It only takes two or three days since Da Yan flew over. As long as the Empress does not dislike it, she will take me back to visit her for a kiss during the holidays in the future, and she will drink it as long as she wants."

Shangguan Lingye originally wanted to say that mortals had a short lifespan and had less than a few times to drink, but when they thought about it, they felt a little sad and could not speak. They just sighed softly:

"No problem, drinking soup with Aunt Zuo is more interesting than drinking with you. Last time I talked about it for half a night, and you were there, 'um um ah ah hehe', and took the initiative to talk about the topic, which was also talked about at the Tomorrow Palace, which was very boring."

Zuo Lingquan actually had no choice but to spread his hands:

"I am only eighteen years old, and there are only a few things worth talking about since I was a child. I want to tell the story to the Empress, but I don't remember it all. I will organize it carefully first. Next time I drink, I will tell the Empress about the Ghost Story or something."

Shangguan Lingye did not refuse.

After the two of them flew, they passed by the seishi county town below. Shangguan Lingye changed direction and flew around in a corner.

Zuo Lingquan was confused, so he looked down at the county town and said in confusion:

"Why, can there be any masters in the county who need to be avoided?"

Shangguan Lingye was silent for a moment and did not answer in words. Instead, he pinched the hem of the skirt with his slender hands and pulled it up a little to reveal the vernacular shoes and calves below.

The delicate and slender calves are wrapped in black stockings like gauze, which are thin and transparent, and the flesh color is faintly visible. When paired with a solemn and gorgeous phoenix skirt, the contrast is extremely strong and the temptation has increased by several orders of magnitude.

After all, who dares to imagine that the imperial concubine, who was not allowed to be blasphemed by the great Yan Dynasty, would be wearing such a slutty thing under her skirt and wandering around?

Zuo Lingquan was stunned and looked at the palace lady in front of him in disbelief:

"Empress, you..."

Shangguan Lingye put down his skirt, and the posture of the superior did not change at all, and said calmly:

"I'm wearing socks and shoes, do you have to react so much?"

"No, well... Isn't it because the empress is flying in the sky?"

"What vacuum?"

"Just...well...this sock is not much different from not wearing it..."

"Ha~ You care a lot. I'm not a master, so I can't see if I don't wear it. It's just half of it. I don't know what shape to use on the upper part of the pants, but I still feel that something is missing. And it doesn't match Huajianli. I have to discuss the style with Jiang Yi when I go back."

"The Empress is still wearing a flower carp?!"

?

Shangguan Lingye narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his head: "What bellyband I wear in? Do you still have to report to you?"

"Need not."
To be continued...