After visiting relatives and friends, it was already night.

I went out with my fifth brother in the morning, but I couldn't find anyone halfway. Zuo Lingquan was worried about his safety. After searching for more than a long time but not finding it, I had to go back to the Zuo Mansion to tell my third uncle.

The third uncle Zuo Hanchou knew his son too much and was not anxious at all when he learned the news. He gave an order to the butler. Within two quarters of an hour, the butler found his whereabouts and said he was drinking in the brothel and refused to come back.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan felt relieved and did not stay for a long time. He brought the things he had bought and drove out of the city overnight and returned to Qihuang Valley.

There is a precept room in Qihuang Valley that specializes in regulating disciples. The discipline is very strict. At night, the entire valley has no sound. Even if you don’t sleep, you can only move in your own room and are not allowed to visit.

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

The moon is sparse in the valley, and the bamboo leaves are rustling among the winding paths of the bamboo forest. You can vaguely hear the girl's whispering from the bamboo house. I guess some senior sisters can't sleep and are huddling in a bed chatting.

Zuo Lingquan's steps were very light, and he placed more than a dozen boxes of rouge at the entrance of Senior Sister Xiaohua's courtyard and walked towards the cold pool under the waterfall.

Looking up, there were no lights above the cliff, but through the moonlight, you could see a blurry figure sitting cross-legged on the stone platform.

Zuo Lingquan was holding a wooden box with a skirt in his hand, wanting to say hello, but he was worried that he would disturb the sleeping sisters.

Fortunately, Wu Qingwan was keen to see. When Zuo Lingquan walked into the stone cliff, she could already hear footsteps and raised her hand to hook it.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan walked up the winding stone staircase and soon arrived on the cliff.

Under the silver-white moonlight, Wu Qingwan stood up from the stone platform and saw the exquisite wooden box inside Zuo Lingquan's hand. Her steps paused slightly and said softly:

"Have you bought me something?"

Zuo Lingquan handed the wooden box to Wu Qingwan: "Last time I accidentally scratched Senior Wu's skirt. Today, when I bought rouge for my senior sisters, I bought it."

"You are intent." Wu Qingwan has been practicing since childhood. She did not have the cumbersomeness of a secular woman. She took it openly, but did not open it. She took it to the wooden house and put it down, and then walked out with a tray.

There was a row of silver needles in the tray and several unknown medicine bottles, which were obviously prepared in advance.

"Lingquan, come with me, I'll give you a try with acupuncture."

Wu Qingwan held the tray and walked along the stone plating to the bottom of the waterfall.

Zuo Lingquan knew that there was a "water curtain cave" under the waterfall, which was where Wu Qingwan practiced on a daily basis, but had never been there. At this time, he followed Wu Qingwan and entered the back of the Booming Waterfall. What appeared in front of him was a large stone chamber.

The stone chamber is three meters in radius, clean and clean, with an unknown pearl embedded above as a light source.

There are several portraits of the old man hanging on the wall. The signature should be from the previous owners of Qihuang Valley, one of which is from 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 Master? Why haven't I seen it before?"

There was a white jade bed in the middle of the stone chamber. Wu Qingwan sat on it on it to organize the utensils. He paused when he heard this, and hesitated for a moment before answering:

"When you are in seclusion, you can stop eating grains when you arrive at Linggu. The higher your cultivation level, the longer you will be in seclusion, and it is common for you to not come out for a few years. Come and lie down."

Zuo Lingquan nodded thoughtfully, without asking in detail, walked to the side of the white jade bed, raised his hand and touched it. The jade was hard, the tentacles were warm and not cold, and he didn't know the specific material.

Wu Qingwan was wearing a goose yellow long skirt and sat on the edge of the stone bed to prepare a silver needle. Her silhouette looked like a skilled female nurse.

Although he was alone, the man and the woman were widowed, Zuo Lingquan had no strange intentions. He took off his shirt and waited lying down and was lying down.

After Wu Qingwan prepared the silver needle, she took the small porcelain bottle from the tray, and pointed the medicine liquid inside on her fingertips, and gently applied it to the acupoint on Zuo Lingquan's back. Zuo Lingquan was lying in the middle of the stone bed, and Wu Qingwan had to lean slightly, and her long hair like clouds drooped from her shoulders, sweeping around her wide and thick spine, with a faint fragrance.

Zuo Lingquan lay quietly, not distracted, but felt that Senior Wu was gentle and considerate, but before he could thank Wu Qingwan, a painful heart-wrenching pain came from his back.

"Hiss--" Zuo Lingquan clenched his hands suddenly, his face turned a little white at that time. He was mentally strong, so he didn't scream.

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

"It hurts a little? Do you want to pull it out and slow down?"

Zuo Lingquan rolled his beads of sweat the size of beans down his forehead and gritted his teeth and said:

"Well... it's okay."

Wu Qingwan raised her eyebrows, knowing that Zuo Lingquan was showing off, and said softly:

"Hold on, it's just the beginning, and it hurts even more behind."

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

"Swish--" Wu Qingwan rarely saw Zuo Lingquan's cripple, sneered, no longer scared people, and asked:

"How does it feel to tease you?"

"It hurts so much that I don't feel anything else."

Wu Qingwan nodded slightly and pulled out the silver needle:

"Get up and try it out."

Zuo Lingquan stood up and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and followed the path recorded in "The Practice of Qi", sinking his energy into the Dantian, and feeling the illusory spiritual energy in the world with his heart.

The stone room is quiet.

Wu Qingwan sat next to her, waiting quietly for a moment, her eyes moved from Zuo Lingquan's handsome side face to the portrait on the stone wall, and deep in her eyes, a trace of undetectable anxiety appeared.

The portrait on the wall is the national teacher Yue Pingyang, and Wu Qingwan’s teacher, and the pillar of the entire Qihuang Valley.

Just now, Zuo Lingquan asked the national master, and Wu Qingwan was meticulous in her thoughts, so how could she not see the "thinking" point in Zuo Lingquan's expression?

Wu Qingwan regarded Jiang Yi as her daughter. Jiang Yi had asked about the situation of the national master many times, but she really dared not say it. Because the national master did not have any problems in his cultivation, he still was unconscious in the secret room. He relied on saving money to save money and various treasures to stabilize the national master's body. No one knows when he would wake up.

Qihuang Valley is not a large sect, but there are no shortage of wolves around you. Not to mention the countless wild cultivators like Fushi Mountain, no one does not miss the incense of the small dynasties, and the Feng Shui treasure land with a little more spiritual energy like Qihuang Valley.

Let the outside know that Qihuang Valley is no longer the past, even if Jiang Yi comes from Qihuang Valley and controls the Great Dan Dynasty, he cannot provide Qihuang Valley with shelter because the court cannot provide a thug with no combat power. So much incense money comes from the taxes of the people every year, not for nothing. If Jiang Yi deliberately favors Qihuang Valley after learning about it, Jiang Yi will probably have to lose power.

What Wu Qingwan can expect now is that his master suddenly wakes up, or another person who can stand alone appears.

Otherwise, the five palm houses, including her, could only watch the two hundred years of foundation give up, and they also went from elders to outsiders who were excluded from being dependent on others.

Wu Qingwan grew up in Qihuang Valley since she was young, so how could she bear it?

...

I traveled thousands of miles, and I don’t know how long it has passed.

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

"I still don't feel anything."

"well……"

Wu Qingwan didn't know what to say. She had no choice but to do anything, but she didn't want Zuo Lingquan to lose confidence. She thought about it and said with a smile:

"It's nothing. It's not the first time. Go back and rest. I'll think of another way."

"Okay, Senior Wu, get off early."

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

Wu Qingwan sat alone in the stone room for a while, and her gentle and quiet face showed sadness. After thinking hard for a long time, she put away the silver needle utensils, got up and left the stone room, and returned to the wooden house on the stone plaza.

The wooden house is where Wu Qingwan lives, and there is only one room. Except for a long case with a sword box, the furnishings are no different from the boudoir of an ordinary woman.

Wu Qingwan has been refining qi for twelve levels and can stay awake for a long time, but sleeping is the fastest way to accumulate energy. You can't stand it if you can sleep. She closed the door and walked towards the bed inside the boudoir. When she passed by the round table, she saw the wooden box placed on it.
Chapter completed!