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 seem to be among the clouds and mist, like a dream.

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.

After a night's rest, Wu Qingwan 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 admiring the scenery.

The alchemy room is used to refine medicines and make various utensils. The simpler ones can be handed over 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. There are no elixir recipes that can lay golden eggs, and there is no tool refining map. Ordinary utensils and medicines are not complicated no matter how complicated they are.

Wherever she goes, Wu Qingwan is usually not busy.

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 meditating and refining Qi. Wu Qingwan's five elements are wood, metal, wood, water, fire and earth, which correspond to the west, north, south, middle, and water produces wood.

Therefore, the place of cultivation 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, and the demand is not large.

The rising 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 walking out of the courtyard next to the pool below, changing his disciple's robe and changing into the attire of a young master from a noble 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 had changed from a 'silly kid at a young age' to an 'unfathomable' one.

A practicing genius'.

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

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

Zuo Lingquan hadn't slept well in the past few days. He was tossing and turning thinking about the grace of his sword and wishing he could practice his Qi right now. But thinking about it, the facts are before his eyes. He can't be anxious at all. Things around him are still there.

To be dealt with.

It has been more than ten days since the last time I 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 arrangements for 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 the rouge 'red nectar' from Xianzhizhai, 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 Jiang Yi gave him 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 a retreating Imperial Master.

He didn't plan to return to his somewhat unruly fiancée when he went back this time. 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 in decades. Zuo Lingquan is already familiar with the road in and out. He walked out of the valley mouth and Shili Liulin on a familiar road and arrived at the small town outside the Bajiao Archway.

The town is built at the entrance of Qihuang Valley, and its name is naturally Qihuang Town. Most of the people in the town are 'loose cultivators' from outside, and there are also many disciples from Qihuang Valley who sell their own products to make extra money.

There are not many practitioners in the Great Dan Dynasty, but they are not too few. It has been more than two hundred years since the sect was established in Qihuang Valley. Even if the disciples come once every ten years, they have come and gone more than twenty times now. The disciples who have left the mountain have passed on

Apprentices, passed down from father to son, have accumulated over generations and have reached some 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 groups are no different from the people in the world, they are still practitioners in nature.

Although there are not too few monks in the Great Dan Dynasty, it is true that not many have advanced cultivation levels, and they are generally below the fourth level of Qi refining. The reason for this, in addition to the difficulty of cultivation, is that the most important thing is that the Great Dan Dynasty is geographically closed.

, there are too few cultivation resources, and those who have the opportunity basically go out to work outside.

There is no such thing as returning to one's homeland in a splendid way. Once you go out, you will either join the Immortal Class or die on the way. 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 be disheartened.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

Although his cultivation level is low, there is no such thing as lying down and dying if he practices Taoism. He still has the intention to practice Taoism outside.

The white jade baht and various cultivation-related artifacts exchanged by the imperial court and outside the customs will be given to Qihuang Valley. As for these non-staff casual cultivators, if they want to get things like Qihuang Valley, they can only come to Qihuang Valley to try their luck. Over time, the gate

The outside became the current Qihuang Town, where doctors and common people from the capital would also come here to buy and sell medicinal materials.

Zuo Lingquan rode through the small market. People could be seen picking at the stalls everywhere on the roadside. As for whether they were practitioners or how advanced they were, he couldn't tell based on their appearance. He did not stop at the market.

, after passing through the market, they 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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A person and a 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.

The young master who flew away on Pegasus has already run some distance away. Although he is majestic and strong, Jianghu people can see that he is still just a mortal, little different from the traffickers and lackeys in the town.

The reason why he stopped and looked at it was simply because he thought of 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 swordsman, 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 a hero grow old and watching a beauty grow old".

What is even sadder than this is that I have experienced 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 2 out of 60 this year. I think you are in your early fifties at most. Why are you so rude?"

"Xian Chang, how do you sell your horse?"

"How can a horse go back after selling it? How about a donkey? Just this one, the ancestor of Qihuang Valley has blessed it with his own hands. It can cure all diseases and bless the descendants. It can ensure the prosperity of the five animals during the day and protect the golden spear at night. Look at it.

For the sake of my fate as a fellow Taoist, I will give you a personal price of only fifty taels, so you can be fair to me."

"well……"
Chapter completed!