The sect’s hidden worries

After visiting relatives and friends, it was already night.

In the morning, he and his fifth brother went out together, but they couldn't find anyone halfway. Zuo Lingquan was worried about his safety. After searching for most of the day without finding him, he had no choice but to return to Zuofu to inform his third uncle.

The third uncle, Zuo Hanchou, knew his son too well and was not in a hurry 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 are sparse in the valley, and among the winding paths of the bamboo forest, thousands of bamboo leaves are rustling. You can vaguely hear the whispers of girls coming from the bamboo houses. It is probably that some senior sisters can't sleep and are huddled under the quilt and 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 was holding the wooden box containing the skirt in his hand. He 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 cliff, he had already heard the footsteps and raised his hand to tick the stone cliff.

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

Under the silver moonlight, Wu Qingwan stood up from the stone platform, saw the exquisite-looking 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 do have a good heart." Wu Qingwan has practiced spiritual practice 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 gone in. At this time, following Wu Qingwan behind him, he entered the roaring waterfall and what appeared in front of him was a

A large stone room.

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 owners 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, people can stop eating grains when they reach the spiritual valley. The higher the level of cultivation, 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 in texture and warm to the touch 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 on the acupuncture points on Zuo Lingquan's back. Zuo Lingquan was lying in the middle of the stone bed, and Wu Qingwan had no choice but to

She leaned forward slightly, and her cloud-like hair hanging down from her shoulders swept back and forth on her broad 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 thoughtfulness, a sharp pain came from his back.

"Hiss—" Zuo Lingquan suddenly clenched his hands tightly, 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?"

Big 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 show off, and said softly:

"Be patient, this is just the beginning, it will hurt more in the back."

Zuo Lingquan's back hurt so much that he almost lost consciousness. His face turned a little pale and he stopped talking.

"Tsk--" Wu Qingwan saw Zuo Lingquan's deflated appearance and laughed out loud, no longer trying to scare people, and asked:

"I'm teasing you. How do you feel?"

"The pain is excruciating, but I don't feel anything else."

Wu Qingwan nodded slightly and pulled out the silver needle:

"Get up and try your luck."

Zuo Lingquan stood up and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and followed the steps recorded in "Yangqi Jue", letting his energy sink into his Dantian, feeling the ethereal 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 hint of unnoticeable anxiety.

The portrait on the wall is that of Yue Pingyang, the national master, who was also Wu Qingwan's mentor and the pillar of the entire Qihuang Valley.

Just now Zuo Lingquan asked about the Imperial Master, Wu Qingwan was thoughtful, how could he not see the "thoughtful" look in Zuo Lingquan's expression.

Wu Qingwan regards Jiang Yi as her daughter. Jiang Yi has also asked about the situation of the national master many times, but she really dare not say. Because the national master has indeed gone wrong in his cultivation, and he is still unconscious in the secret room, relying on the province.

It was only through frugal use of the white jade baht and various natural and earthly treasures that the imperial master's body was stabilized. No one knew when he would wake up.

Qihuang Valley is not a large sect, but there is no shortage of packs of wolves around it. Not to mention Fuji Mountain, there are countless wild cultivators in the world, no one does not spy on the incense offered by the small dynasty, and the aura of Qihuang Valley

A slightly more abundant Feng Shui treasure land.

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, he cannot give Qihuang Valley shelter because the court cannot support a thug who has lost his fighting power. There are so many thugs every year.

The money for incense comes from people's taxes and is not given for free. If Jiang Yi still deliberately favors Qihuang Valley after learning about it, then Jiang Yi will probably lose power along with him.

What Wu Qingwan can hope for now is that the master suddenly wakes up, or that someone who can take charge of his job appears again.

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

Wu Qingwan grew up in Qihuang Valley, how could 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 don't feel anything."

"well……"

Wu Qingwan didn't know what to say. She was at her wits' end, but she didn't want Zuo Lingquan to lose confidence. After thinking about it, she smiled and said:

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

"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 equipment, got up, left the stone room, and returned to the wooden house on the stone flat.

The wooden house was where Wu Qingwan lived. There was only one room. Except for a long table with a sword box, the furnishings were no different from those of an ordinary woman's boudoir.

Wu Qingwan has reached the twelfth level of Qi refining and can stay awake for a long time, but sleeping is the fastest way to recharge her energy. You can't sleep hard if you can. She closed the door and walked to the bed in the back of the boudoir. When she passed by the round table

, saw the wooden boxes placed above.
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