Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 30 The hero grows old and the beauty grows old

Boom——

Boom——

The rich sound of bells came from the top of the mountain, and together with the golden morning light, fell into the valley surrounded by mountains.

The fog has not dispersed in the early morning, and the continuous pavilions and pavilions look like a dream between the clouds and mist.

The young disciples of Qihuang Valley, dressed in standard black robes, walked out of their rooms one after another under the sound of the bell, and rushed to the square in the center of the valley in twos and twos.

The older brothers and sisters began to busy themselves with their own affairs, either going to the classics room to borrow books, or going to the sword room to report to complete their monthly duties.

Near the bamboo forest at the back of the square, there is a large building with green smoke. Hundreds of disciples in the alchemy room are polishing tools and refining medicine.

Wu Qingwan, who had rested all night, walked out of the cave behind the waterfall, stood by the stone platform on the edge of the cliff, looked at the bright golden morning light in the distance, and stretched a little lazily - a new day has begun!

Wu Qingwan is the head of the Alchemy Room, and her daily routine certainly involves more than just staying on the cliff and watching the scenery.

The alchemy room is used to refine medicines and make various utensils. The simpler ones can be left to the disciples, but some of the more complicated ones have to be done by Wu Qingwan herself.

However, the Great Dan Dynasty is a small place, and Qihuang Valley is not a large sect. The natural materials and earthly treasures obtained are limited, and there are no elixir recipes and weapon refining maps that can lay golden eggs. Ordinary utensils and medicines are not complicated no matter how complicated they are. Wherever he goes, Wu Qingwan is not busy at ordinary times.

Wu Qingwan's main task every day is to go to the bamboo forest below to guide his direct disciples. The rest of the time is spent meditating on Qi Refining. Wu Qingwan’s five elements are wood, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, corresponding to the northwest, northeast, south, and middle, and water is wood, so the place of practice is under the waterfall in the easternmost part of Qihuang Valley.

In her spare time, Wu Qingwan also cooks her own meals.

After her cultivation reaches the Spiritual Valley realm, her body forms a self-contained universe, which can continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to feed herself back. It doesn't matter if she doesn't eat grains, but she has not yet entered the Spiritual Valley, so she still needs to eat food, so the demand is not large.

The sun is rising in the east, and the sky is just getting bright.

Wu Qingwan stood on the edge of the cliff for a moment, and then saw Zuo Lingquan coming out of the courtyard next to the pool below, changing his disciple's robe and changing into the attire of a young master from an aristocratic family.

The two of them returned from the Evergreen Mountains a few days ago. After Wu Qingwan saw the grace of Zuo Lingquan's sword, her perception of Zuo Lingquan has changed from a 'silly kid at a young age' to an 'unfathomable spiritual genius'. '.

Wu Qingwan already admired Zuo Lingquan's character, and now she naturally appreciates it even more. The look in her eyes towards Zuo Lingquan was closer than that of Zuo Hanchou, the minister:

"Ling Quan, are you ready to go out?"

Zuo Lingquan hasn't slept well these days, tossing and turning, thinking about the grace of his sword, wishing he could practice True Qi now. But when I think about it, the facts are right in front of me. I can't be in a hurry. I still have to deal with the things around me.

It has been more than ten days since the last time he entered the house. Zuo Lingquan only said hello to his third uncle before going out. It was obviously inappropriate not to go back for ten days and a half, so he thought of going back to take a look while he had nothing to do today.

"Yes, I'll go back to the capital for a day and come back tomorrow. Do you have any plans, Senior Wu?"

"There are no plans. When I come back, I will give you acupuncture to stimulate the meridians and acupuncture points. Maybe there will be a change. Also, you are Jiang Yi's consort. If you want to see her, you can bring a Wangjia Shao from Xinghua Street. Chicken, this was her favorite food when she was a child, um... and Xianzhizhai's rouge 'red nectar', which is more expensive, but you should be able to afford it..."

In the bamboo forest below the stone cliff, several girls, including Senior Sister Xiaohua, became energetic after hearing this and said with a smile:

"Junior Brother Zuo, don't forget ours too."

"Yeah yeah……"

Wu Qingwan's face darkened: "There are no rules. Do you want something so much?"

"Let's just talk..."

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and chuckled. Speaking of Jiang Yi, he still remembered the errands given by Jiang Yi before he came here. He had not even seen the way to Qihuang Valley in the past few days, and naturally he had never seen the retreating Imperial Master. This time I had no intention of returning to my fiancée who was a bit unruly. However, Senior Wu gave such serious instructions, and he also remembered them in his heart:

"Thank you for your advice, senior. What do you want me to bring?"

Wu Qingwan is so naturally beautiful that she doesn’t put makeup on, and she won’t let her juniors buy her anything:

"No need, go early."

Zuo Lingquan bowed his hands and said goodbye to many senior sisters before turning and leaving the bamboo forest.

The environment of Qihuang Valley will not change much for decades. Zuo Lingquan is already familiar with the way in and out. He walks out of the valley entrance and Ten Mile Willow Forest with ease, and arrives at the small town outside the octagonal archway.

The small town is built at the entrance of Qihuang Valley, so the name is naturally Qihuang Town. Most of the towns are 'Independent Cultivators' who are outside, and there are also many disciples of Qihuang Valley who sell the objects they make to make extra money.

There were not many people practicing in the Great Dan Dynasty, but they were not too few. The Qihuang Valley established a sect for more than two hundred years, and even if the disciples took one round every ten years, now they come and go for more than twenty times. From apprentice to father to son, it has accumulated over generations and has reached a certain scale.

In addition to Qihuang Valley, there are also some small sects and Taoist temples in various counties and counties, ranging from hundreds of people to two or three people. Although these forces are no different from people in the secular world, they are still practitioners in essence.

Although there are not too many monks in the Great Dan Dynasty, it is true that there are not many with advanced cultivation, and they are generally below the fourth level of Qi Refining. The reason for this is that besides the difficulty of cultivation, the most important thing is that the location of the Great Dan Dynasty was closed, and there were too few resources for cultivation, and those who had the opportunity basically went outside.

There is no such thing as returning to one's homeland in fine clothes when cultivating. Once you go out, you will either be among the immortals or die on the road. The last person who could come back halfway to repay the sect was the national master Yue Pingyang. Even if the others came back, they would return to their roots in despair.

Although his cultivation level is low, there is no such thing as lying down and dying if he practices a Taoism. Outside the Independent Cultivator, he still has the heart to follow the Tao.

The white jade baht and various cultivation-related artifacts exchanged by the imperial court and foreign trade will be given to Qihuang Valley. And these non-staff Independent Cultivators, if they want to get such things as Qihuang Valley, they can only come to Qihuang Valley to try their luck. After a long time, the outside of the gate has become the current Qihuang Town, and the doctors and common people in the capital will also come here to buy and sell medicinal materials. .

Zuo Lingquan rode his horse through the small market, and there were people picking and choosing from the stalls everywhere on the side of the road. As for whether he was a practitioner or not, he couldn't tell from his appearance. He did not stop at the market. After passing through the market, he flew towards the capital.

And just when Zuo Lingquan was about to leave the town, a Jianghu man wearing a bamboo hat was also walking along the street towards the outside.

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One person and one horse passed each other, and in an instant they were far apart.

The gray-haired charlatan stopped on the street with his hands behind his back. He was silent for a moment, raised his bamboo hat and took a look.

Brother Pegasus had already run some distance away. Although he was imposing and physically strong, the quacks could tell that he was still just a mortal, not much different from the traffickers and pawns in the town.

The reason why he stopped and looked at it was simply because he remembered his long-lost youth.

Whether you are practicing or martial arts; whether you are a swordsman or a swordsman. As long as you are a sword user, you may have experienced the spirit of "hanging a sword at your waist, riding a horse and whipping a whip".

After all, 'immortals' are also cultivated by humans, and no one is born with the ability to control the wind and volley.

It's a pity that those years were so long ago that it's so recent that I can't remember them clearly.

After Jianghu Ke watched the young master go away, he lifted up his gray hair hanging from his temples and looked at it, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

The saddest thing in the world is nothing more than watching heroes grow old and beauties grow old.

What is even sadder than this is that I feel this feeling, but there is no one around me who can talk to it.

After being stationed for a long time, Jiang Hu Ke turned to look at the vendors on the street:

"Little friend, how do you sell your horse?"

"Hey - I am 20% over 60 this year. I think you are in your early 50s at most. Why are you so rude?"

"Chief Immortal, how do you sell your horse?"

"How do you go back after selling the horse? How about a donkey? Just this one, the ancestor of Qihuanggu personally opened the light. Fellow Daoist, for the sake of fate, I will give you a personal price of only fifty taels, so you can be honest with me."

"well……"

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(End of chapter)