Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 37 The sect’s hidden worries

After visiting relatives and friends, it was already night.

Zuo Lingquan went out with his fifth brother in the morning, but couldn't find anyone on the way. Zuo Lingquan was naturally worried about his safety. After searching for a long time without finding it, I had no choice but to return to Zuofu to inform my third uncle.

The third uncle, Zuo Hanchou, knew his son too well and was not anxious at all after hearing the news. He gave instructions to the housekeeper. Within two quarters of an hour, the housekeeper found his whereabouts and said he was drinking in a brothel and refused to come back.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan felt relieved and did not stay any longer. He took the things he bought and rode out of the city overnight, returning to Qihuang Valley.

There is a discipline room in Qihuang Valley dedicated to controlling the practice of disciples. The discipline is very strict. At night, there is no sound in the entire valley. Even if you are not sleeping, you can only move around 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 and stars were sparse in the valley, and thousands of bamboo leaves rustled among the winding paths of the bamboo forest. You could still vaguely hear the whispers of girls coming from the bamboo huts. It was probably that some senior sisters could not sleep and were huddled in a bed chatting.

Zuo Lingquan walked very lightly, placed 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 on the top of the stone cliff, but through the moonlight, a vague figure could be seen sitting cross-legged on the stone platform.

Zuo Lingquan held the wooden box containing the skirt in his hand and wanted to say hello, but he was worried about disturbing the sleeping senior sisters.

Fortunately, Wu Qingwan had a keen sense. When Zuo Lingquan walked into the stone cliff, she had already heard the footsteps and raised her hand to tick.

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

Under the silver moonlight, Wu Qingwan stood up from the stone platform, saw the exquisite wooden box in Zuo Lingquan's hand, paused slightly, and said softly:

"Did you even buy me something?"

Zuo Lingquan handed the wooden box to Wu Qingwan: "I accidentally scratched Senior Wu's skirt last time. I bought one today when I was buying rouge for my senior sisters."

"You are thoughtful." Wu Qingwan has been practicing since she was a child. She is not as fussy as a secular woman. She took it generously without opening 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 and several unknown medicine bottles on the tray, which were obviously prepared in advance.

"Ling Quan, come with me and I'll try acupuncture on you."

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

Zuo Lingquan knew that there was a "water curtain cave" under the waterfall, which was Wu Qingwan's daily practice place, but he had never entered it. At this time, Wu Qingwan followed behind and entered the back of the roaring waterfall. What appeared in front of him was a large stone chamber.

The stone chamber is three feet in diameter and clean, with an unknown pearl inlaid on top as a light source.

There are several portraits of old men hanging on the wall. Judging from the inscriptions, they should be the previous valley masters of Qihuang Valley. One of them belongs to Yue Pingyang. Judging from the portrait, he is just an ordinary middle-aged man.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at the portrait and asked: "Senior Wu, where is the Imperial Master? Why have I never seen him?"

In the middle of the stone room was a white jade stone bed. Wu Qingwan was sitting on it, sorting out the utensils. She paused when she heard the words, hesitated a little, and then answered:

"In retreat, practitioners can stop eating grains when they reach the Spiritual Valley. The higher the cultivation level, the longer the retreat. It is common to not come out for several years. Come here and lie down."

Zuo Lingquan nodded thoughtfully, without asking any further questions. He walked to the side of the white jade bed and raised his hand to touch it. The jade was hard and the tentacles were warm but not cold. He didn't know the specific material.

Wu Qingwan was wearing a goose-yellow dress, sitting sideways on the edge of the stone bed preparing silver needles. Her silhouette looked like a skilled female nurse.

Although he was alone and alone, Zuo Lingquan didn't have any strange thoughts. He took off his shirt and lay down and waited.

After Wu Qingwan prepared the silver needle, she took the small porcelain bottle from the tray, put the liquid inside on her fingertips, and gently applied it to the acupuncture points on Zuo Lingquan's back. Zuo Lingquan was lying in the middle of the stone bed, and Wu Qingwan could only bend her body slightly, her cloud-like hair hanging down from her shoulders sweeping back and forth on her generous back, carrying a faint fragrance.

Zuo Lingquan lay quietly, not distracted, he only felt that Senior Wu was gentle and considerate, but before he could thank Wu Qingwan for his meticulous care, a sharp pain came from his back.

"Hiss—" Zuo Lingquan clenched his hands suddenly, and his face turned pale at that time. It was only because of his strong mind that he didn't scream.

Wu Qingwan pressed Zuo Lingquan's shoulder with her left hand to prevent him from moving. She slowly twisted the silver needle with her right hand and asked knowingly:

"It hurts a bit, huh? Do you want to pull it out and take it slow?"

Beads of sweat rolled down Zuo Lingquan's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Hmm... not bad."

Wu Qingwan raised her eyebrows, knowing that Zuo Lingquan was trying to be brave, she said softly:

"Be patient, this is just the beginning, more pain will come later."

Zuo Lingquan almost lost consciousness due to the pain in his back, his face turned pale again, and he stopped talking.

"Chi——" Wu Qingwan seldom saw Zuo Lingquan's deflated appearance, so she sneered, and stopped bluffing people, and asked:

"Just kidding. How do you feel?"

"The pain is excruciating, and I can't feel anything else."

Wu Qingwan nodded slightly and pulled out the silver needle:

"Get up and try your luck."

Zuo Lingquan got up and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and followed the steps recorded in "Nourishing Qi Jue", sinking his qi into his dantian, feeling the illusory aura between heaven and earth with his heart.

The stone room became quiet.

Wu Qingwan sat next to him and waited quietly for a moment. His eyes moved from Zuo Lingquan's handsome profile to the portrait on the stone wall. Deep in his eyes, there was a trace of imperceptible anxiety.

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

Just now when Zuo Lingquan asked about the national teacher, Wu Qingwan had a delicate mind, how could she not see the 'thoughtful' in Zuo Lingquan's expression.

Wu Qingwan regards Jiang Yi as her daughter, and Jiang Yi has asked about the state teacher's situation many times, but she really dare not tell. Because the Imperial Master has indeed gone awry in his cultivation, and he is still unconscious in the secret room. He relies on frugal use of the white jade baht and various natural and earthly treasures to stabilize the Imperial Master's body. When will he wake up? , no one knows.

Qihuang Valley is not considered a big sect, but there is no shortage of wolves around it. Not to mention Fuqi Mountain, there are countless wild cultivators in the world. No one does not spy on the incense offered by the small dynasty, as well as Feng Shui treasures like Qihuang Valley, which are slightly more spiritual.

Let the outside world know that Qihuang Valley is no longer what it used to be. Even if Jiang Yi comes from Qihuang Valley and controls the Great Dan Dynasty, there is no way to protect Qihuang Valley because the court cannot support a thug who has lost his fighting power. There are so many thugs every year. The incense money comes from the taxation of the people, not for nothing. If Jiang Yi finds out that she still deliberately favors Qihuang Valley, then Jiang Yi will probably lose power along with her.

What Wu Qingwan can hope for now is that her master suddenly wakes up, or that there will be another person who can take care of herself.

Otherwise, the five heads, including her, would have no choice but to watch as their two-hundred-year-old inheritance was given away, and they would transform from being elders of a sect to outsiders who were dependent on others and excluded.

Wu Qingwan grew up in Qihuang Valley since she was a child, how can she bear it...

…

My mind wanders thousands of miles, and I don’t know how much time has passed.

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

"Still feel nothing."

"well……"

Wu Qingwan didn't know what to say, she was at her wit's end, but she didn't want Zuo Lingquan to lose confidence, so she smiled after thinking about it:

"It's nothing, it's not the first time, go back and rest, I'll try again."

"Okay, Senior Wu, take a rest early."

Zuo Lingquan put on his outer robe, cupped his hands and said goodbye to Wu Qingwan.

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

The wooden house is the place where Wu Qingwan sleeps. There is only one room, except for a long case where the sword box is placed, the furnishings are no different from ordinary women's boudoir.

Wu Qingwan has Qi Refining level 12, and can sleep for a long time without rest, but sleeping is the fastest way to recharge your energy, and you can't sleep hard if you can sleep. She closed the door and walked towards the bed in the boudoir. When she passed the round table, she saw the wooden box on it.

Just now she was restless, but Wu Qingwan forgot about it. She sat down at the table and opened the well-made wooden box...

(End of chapter)