The fairy is fierce

In early spring in February, hundreds of flowers bloomed in the suburbs of Beijing, and the ten-mile willow forest was full of spring.

Zuo Lingquan came to Qihuang Valley with ease and entered the door with the sign of the Danqi Room. Without a guide, he came directly to the bamboo forest behind Qihuang Valley.

After being busy in the city for most of the day, it was already evening when he came here. There were more people in Qihuang Valley. Many young men and women in Qihuang Valley costumes could be seen from a distance, walking up and down the large-scale round building in the distance, and several people were practicing skills in the open space outside the building.

Zuo Lingquan had been here once and knew that it was the collective dormitory of Qihuang Valley disciples. Wu Qingwan arranged a single courtyard for him, but he didn't go there to get familiar with it. After a few glances from a distance, he came to the depths of the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest was quiet, and he could vaguely hear a few women laughing. Zuo Lingquan walked through the path and looked up. He could see that the lights in the house above the cliff had been turned on.

He came to the bottom of the cliff and was about to ask Senior Sister Xiaohua to report on his behalf, but Wu Qingwan above had already noticed it, poked her head out from the cliff and said:

"Lingquan, come up."

Wu Qingwan was still wearing a light green long skirt, but the difference from yesterday was that there was a strange smile in the corner of her eyes, and her eyes were no longer distant, just like an elder looking at a younger generation who was closer.

Zuo Lingquan became a son-in-law, so he naturally understood why Wu Qingwan looked at him in this way. He nodded and climbed up the platform on the cliff from the winding stone stairs next to the waterfall.

The platform was carved out of the cliff wall, and it was neither big nor small. There were no other buildings except a wooden house.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the bamboo forest at the bottom of the cliff was dim, but half a red sun could still be seen above the cliff. The afterglow of the setting sun embellished the splashing water of the waterfall into golden yellow, and the scene was like a dream.

When Zuo Lingquan stepped onto the stone platform, he saw Wu Qingwan sitting sideways on the stone platform at the edge of the cliff. Her sitting posture was not formal, but she did not look lazy. There was a pot of tea and two bamboo cups beside her. With the beautiful scenery behind her, she really had a sense of being a fairy from the other world.

Zuo Lingquan had longed for practitioners since he was a child. He naturally had respect for this most powerful master he had ever seen. He walked slowly to the stone platform and raised his hand to salute:

"Senior Wu."

He glanced at Wu Qingwan while speaking.

When he came here yesterday, Zuo Lingquan just stood under the stone cliff and did not look closely because the distance was too far.

At this time, they were only three or five steps away from each other. He could see the head master of Qihuang Valley. His eyebrows were like willow leaves and his eyes were like autumn water. His bright red lips revealed the gracefulness and charm that a mature woman should have. But the most noticeable thing was that his face was as white as sheep fat jade and his skin was as delicate as a baby. He looked much "cleaner" than ordinary people.

This "cleanliness" is not just an appearance, but clean to the core, without a trace of dust on the body, so that people feel that the rouge and powder used for decoration have become vulgar things that blaspheme this purity, and will only become a flaw when applied on this face.

Zuo Lingquan was born in a wealthy family, and he has naturally seen many beauties, but this is the first time he has seen such a "remarkable" one. And what impressed him most was that this senior Wu...

It's so big...

Zuo Lingquan himself had no intention of being frivolous or blasphemous, but it was just like a man who was too tall and would inevitably attract attention when standing in a crowd; Wu Qingwan was still wearing a relatively slim skirt, and her sideways sitting posture made the cloth buttons on the lapel crease, which was about to come out, making it difficult for people not to notice it.

Zuo Lingquan only took a quick glance, and knew that he was a little rude, and quickly turned away his unintentional gaze.

Wu Qingwan also looked at Zuo Lingquan. Seeing him look up and then look away, she thought the kid was shy and couldn't help but smile.

Wu Qingwan had been staying in Qihuang Valley since she was six years old. She didn't have so much of the air of the market, and didn't care about these worldly courtesies. She raised her hand and patted the stone platform:

"You are Jiang Yi's consort. We are all family. There is no need to be so reserved. Come and sit down.

Zuo Lingquan didn't say anything polite and sat down next to the stone platform. There was a teapot between them.

"Senior Wu is really well-informed. He already knew about the consort just this morning."

"Jiang Yi's mother and I are from the same hometown and sisters. Jiang Yi calls me aunt. She has been brought up by me since she was six years old. How could I not know about such a big thing as recruiting a consort. But I really didn't expect that Jiang Yi would choose you as the consort so directly. Did you have a secret crush on each other before? "

After Wu Qingwan poured a cup of tea for Zuo Lingquan, she looked at him with a little curiosity.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head: "I met her once on the night of the fifth day of the first lunar month. I didn't know the princess's identity at that time, and I offended her rashly. Why the princess chose me as her husband, I don't know. "

Wu Qingwan thought Zuo Lingquan was unwilling to talk about these private words of love, and smiled:

"You are very talented and like to practice, just like Jiang Yi, it's not surprising that she chose you. However, I am a little worried that she can't catch up with you. Have you come to that stage now?"

Zuo Lingquan was holding the teacup, thinking that Wu Qingwan asked him how far he and the princess had come, and was a little embarrassed:

"Uh... I was just chosen as a husband, and I didn't do anything. "

??

Wu Qingwan was a little confused, and it took a moment for her to understand. Her eyes showed a bit of annoyance, and she frowned and said:

"What are you thinking about? I'm asking you how far you have practiced. "

"Practice? "

Zuo Lingquan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has been practicing fist and kick techniques. Most of his knowledge of cultivation came from storytellers. When faced with this question, he was naturally speechless. He thought for a moment and said:

"I have been thinking about it at home since I was a child. I have never dabbled in cultivation, and I don't know exactly how far I have gone. Senior Wu, can you explain a few things first?"

When Wu Qingwan heard this, she looked confused. She obviously didn't understand how Zuo Lingquan got to this point when he didn't even know what cultivation was.

However, there are some self-taught geniuses in the world. Wu Qingwan thought for a moment and answered seriously:

"You should understand the human body's acupoints."

It is impossible for Zuo Lingquan, a martial arts practitioner, to not understand the human body’s acupoints, so he nodded and said:

"Understand."

“Practitioners, to put it bluntly, are ‘refining qi’, collecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and refining it into their own true qi, so practice is also called ‘cultivation’.

The first step in refining Qi is to find a place to store Qi in the body, which is what ordinary people call Dantian Qi Sea. "

Wu Qingwan used to teach his disciples a lot. When he said this, he asked casually:

"Do you know where the Qi Sea is?"

Zuo Lingquan took advantage of this naturally and raised his finger to point at his lower abdomen.

Wu Qingwan nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"The Qihai point is one of the twenty-four acupoints of the Ren meridian. Once the Qihai is opened, it will be considered as a preliminary step into the spiritual realm. As long as a normal person is not stupid, he can complete this step at the age of nine."

Zuo Lingquan blinked his eyes and hesitated to speak.

Wu Qingwan never expected that Zuo Lingquan had not even touched the threshold. She thought that he had good cultivation. He did not explain these basic things in detail and continued:

"The first period of Qi refining for a practitioner is to open up the two meridians of Ren and Du. When the two meridians are unblocked, the body will gradually begin to form a circle of heaven. Until all eight meridians are opened to perfection, the body will be like a valley, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will flow inward on its own. Flows; therefore, monks after refining their Qi are called 'Spiritual Valley Realm' monks."

Zuo Lingquan came here yesterday and heard from Wang Lin who was leading the way that people in cultivation are divided into five realms: 'Qi Refining, Linggu, Youhuang, Jade Steps, and Wangji'. At this time, he nodded slightly and understood a little bit.

"But practicing a method is going against the will of heaven, and it is easier said than done. If you want to create a Zhoutian in your body, you must first open up all the acupoints of the Rendu Meridian; there are twenty-four acupoints on the Ren Meridian, and the Du Meridian 2 Eighteen, twelve of them can easily become bottlenecks, divided into 'Qihai, Shenque, Jiuwei, Zhongting, Zigong, Xuanji' in the Ren meridian, and 'Xuanshu, Zhiyang, Lingtai' in the Du meridian. , Shinto, Fengfu, Shenting'.

Wu Qingwan said this and looked at Zuo Lingquan:

"These twelve levels, each time a person passes a level, the practitioner will become stronger. At the seventh level, the true energy will be revealed, which is what the world calls 'sword energy'.

A normal monk starts practicing at the age of six. If he practices hard and goes smoothly, he can be considered a good talent if he can pass a test in three years. Jiang Yi belongs to the category of extremely talented people. She entered the fifth level 'Purple Palace' at the age of fifteen. It took nine years, but unfortunately it has been delayed in recent years. You can beat Jiang Yi, and your cultivation has reached at least the sixth level of 'Xuanji', right? "

"Xuanji..."

Zuo Lingquan was confused when he heard this, and faced Wu Qingwan's expectant eyes, he was a little embarrassed to speak.

Wu Qingwan waited for a moment and saw Zuo Lingquan didn't speak, her eyes showed surprise:

"Could it be that you have reached the seventh level of Qi refining?"

"..."

"The eighth level?"

"..."

"ninth?"

"..."

Wu Qingwan sat up a little straighter, a little unbelievable:

"I have practiced for more than thirty years and have only reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining in the Divine Court. Don't tell me that you are almost catching up with me!"

Zuo Zhexian couldn't pretend anymore, so he took a sip from his tea cup and smiled awkwardly:

"Well... when I was six years old, I wanted to get started. My family specially hired an expert to come over and touch my bones. They said that I was born with blocked meridians and couldn't practice, so... I didn't know anything about it."