The fairy is fierce

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

The water clock outside the window dropped tears, which was the only sound in the elegant room. ♦♦  ♦♦

Shangguan Lingye closed his eyes and lay flat on the bamboo couch, his face as pale as paper.

The elegant room was the place where the masters of the Burning Smoke Sect practiced. The spiritual energy was so rich that it was visible to the naked eye, turning into wisps of white mist, gathering towards Shangguan Lingye's body.

Wu Qingwan knelt in front of the main couch, pressing Shangguan Lingye's wrist and carefully exploring. But Shangguan Lingye's cultivation was too high, and her true energy was too weak, so she couldn't get in at all, and couldn't even feel his pulse.

After trying for a while, Wu Qingwan shook her head softly:

"The Empress Dowager's cultivation is too high, I can't feel the veins, you try?"

Zuo Lingquan stood in front of him and watched, with a three-point worry between his eyebrows. Hearing the sound, he half-knelt in front of him and pressed Shangguan Lingye's wrist with his hand.

Although he was injured and unconscious, it did not change the touch of Shangguan Lingye's skin.

It was as delicate as brocade and as smooth as jade. It felt very soft and seemed to be fragile, but when one tried to inject the true qi into it, one could feel the indestructibility of the golden body.

Zuo Lingquan's true qi was naturally much harder than Wu Qingwan's, but it was still like piercing an iron wall with a bamboo stick to penetrate Shangguan Lingye's body.

Wu Qingwan sighed softly when she saw this: "When a cultivator is injured and unconscious, his body will instinctively protect itself. Our cultivation is too low. What can we do?"

Everyone had run away, and Zuo Lingquan could not find a doctor with a high cultivation level. He could only say:

"Take off her clothes and take a look. You should be able to tell the general situation from the scars on her body."

Wu Qingwan stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and raised her hand to try to untie Shangguan Lingye's breastplate.

Zuo Lingquan did not dare to look at the body of the Empress Dowager of Dayan. He turned around and walked to the terrace and pulled the door up.

However, the breastplate that Shangguan Lingye was wearing was extremely tightly wrapped, without any joints, and it was truly "seamless".

Wu Qingwan fumbled back and forth for a long time, but couldn't find the mechanism buckle, and was in trouble again:

"Lingquan, the breastplate seems to be one-piece, I can't untie it."

"Huh?"

Zuo Lingquan hesitated, then entered the room again, came to the bed, and raised his hand to feel around on Shangguan Lingye's breastplate.

For a magic weapon like this that protects the whole body, most of them will have a back door to prevent the monk from losing consciousness and teammates from being helpless to save him.

Zuo Lingquan felt along the lines of the breastplate. It was protected by a solid armor, and although he could see two bulging buns, it was hard and didn't feel like anything, so he didn't have any bad intentions.

After touching Shangguan Lingye over and over again, he finally found the secret door at the neck. After infusing his true energy, Shangguan Lingye's eyelashes moved twice. It should be that the protective armor slightly awakened his consciousness and asked whether to remove the protection.

Soon, the black armor protecting Shangguan Lingye's torso faded like a tide, shrinking into a black necklace on his snow-white neck, hidden under the collar and invisible.

Zuo Lingquan looked down at the collar of Shangguan Lingye's golden phoenix skirt, which was shattered into pieces by the strong impact. Although the fabric remained in its original position and spliced ​​together, the gaps between the fragments still revealed the snow-white skin with purple scars.

The two jade balls, which were originally of considerable size, lost the strong restraint of the armor and returned to their original size. They also bounced slightly, shaking the rags apart a little, revealing the golden bellyband embroidered with a white cat underneath.

The bellyband was not a magic weapon, but the fabric was better. It couldn't withstand the impact and was also shaken into rags.

The rags were untied and spread out, revealing a faint red edge. It was unclear whether it was blood or...

"Ah!"

Wu Qingwan's expression changed slightly.

Zuo Lingquan got a glimpse of her, and his heart skipped a beat. He almost got a stitch in the side. Before he could see the details, Wanwan, whose face flushed red, covered his eyes:

"Get out, get out. You dare to look at everything. Aren't you afraid of death?"

Zuo Lingquan glanced at her subconsciously, not on purpose, and stood up quickly:

"I didn't see anything... You don't need to be treated for your illness. Um... I'll go see Jingyan. Senior Wu, call me if you need anything."

Wu Qingwan was terrified, and used the quilt to cover Shangguan Lingye's body: "Pay attention to the outside, so that the people from the Burning Smoke Sect won't come back and break in."

"Okay."

Zuo Lingquan didn't even bother to look back, and walked out of the room, closed the door with his back to her, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Empress Dowager should not be conscious...

It seems that she did not see anything...

Cherry...

Zuo Lingquan felt that his thoughts were a little confused. He forced himself to concentrate and calm down, and swept aside the things that he should not have seen just now, and then walked towards the corridor bridge.

The Zhuoyan Sect is a sect for refining weapons. Its structure is different from other sects. Refining workshops can be seen everywhere; there are also many water veins for quenching and cooling, so that the sect is filled with white mist all year round.

The place where Zuo Lingquan settled was located in the back mountain of the Zhuoyan Sect. It was a hot spring lake, which was considered a natural small blessed place.

There were several water pavilions built on the lake for people to practice. Shangguan Lingye was recuperating in the middle, and Tang Jingyan was lying in the water pavilion next door.

Zuo Lingquan walked across the stone corridor bridge under the bright moonlight and came to the water pavilion not far away.

There was a toad carved on the fence of the waterside pavilion. The bird Tuanzi was a little wilted, lying on the top of the toad stone sculpture, slumped into a flat ball, looking at the place where Shangguan Lingye lived, with a pitiful look in his eyes; it was a bit like "can't bear to leave his biological mother, but also worried about the mother who gave him milk", missing both sides and worrying about them.

Zuo Lingquan walked up to him, took out the dried fish Shangguan Lingye gave him, and placed it in front of Tuanzi:

"It's okay. The injury will heal in two days. Go back to sleep."

"Ji..."

Tuanzi was not interested. He lay on the stone and didn't want to move even though he saw the dried fish so close.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head secretly, thought for a while, and released the little beetle from the porcelain bottle.

After several months of breeding, the black little beetle was now shiny and looked hard to deal with. After flying out, it had a clear target and picked up the dried fish and ran away.

"Ji?!"

Tuanzi was immediately annoyed and started to chase with his little wings flapping.

Zuo Lingquan was satisfied with this and let the two little pets play by themselves. He came to the door of the waterside pavilion and opened the door.

The light from the lamp in the room was warm yellow, illuminating every corner. The furnishings seemed simple and neat, but nothing was missing.

Tang Jingxun lay quietly on the bamboo yellow couch, leaning against the window. Outside the window was the beautiful scenery of the hot spring and the cold moon.

Tang Jingxun didn't know why he was unconscious and hadn't woken up yet. Fortunately, he was not injured.

Zuo Lingquan sat down in front of the couch, holding Tang Jingxun's hand and looking at her carefully.

Tang Jingxun's face, which was originally as soft as tofu, looked crystal clear under the white moonlight. Her long eyelashes and plump red lips showed the tenderness that belonged to women.

However, when Jingxun fell asleep, she lost the aura of a stock market girl and looked quite fairy, which was completely different from Wanwan.

Wanwan was usually full of fairy spirit, with three parts of coldness and seven parts of tranquility; but when it was time to sleep, the feminine charm of wanting to refuse but also welcome, shy and astringent, gradually revealed, very lustful, just like a fairy who found the mortal world very beautiful and didn't want to go to heaven...

Thinking of Wanwan's shy and accommodating appearance, Zuo Lingquan blinked and felt that his mind was not right today.

He secretly possessed her, touched Tang Jingxun's soft lips, put away his wandering thoughts, and looked at the furnishings in the room.

The Burning Smoke Sect is famous for its weapon refining. As the residence of the sect's high-ranking officials, the furnishings in the room naturally reflect the sect's heritage; although this analogy is not quite appropriate, it is true that even the stone used to pad the table legs could be a magical weapon.

Zuo Lingquan was doing nothing but accompanying the bed. After a glance, his eyes stopped at a white screen in front of the couch.

The white screen was thin and transparent, and could not block anything. The frame was exquisitely crafted, but there were no patterns or writings on the screen. It looked a bit empty and did not match the overall decoration style of the room.

Zuo Lingquan took a quick look and realized that the screen had another purpose. He looked carefully and found the inscribed spells on the edge of the screen, as well as the words "gan, kun, zhen, xun...".

Zuo Lingquan had studied the moon in the water on the painting boat, and understood what it was, and tried to infuse it with true qi.

The screen curtain really began to become illusory, and gradually a picture appeared: a female cultivator dressed in the clothes of the Tiandi City, standing on a flying sword; below was the land with mountains and peaks, and in the center was a huge tiankeng. The woman's voice came from inside:

"Not long ago, there was a riot by a foreign race near the Zhuoyan City of the lower sect of Tiandi City, and a large number of monks and civilians fled from Fuyu Country; the matter has been settled by the Emperor Zhao Zun of Tiandi City, and no casualties have been caused. Fellow Taoists, please do not believe or spread rumors to avoid disrupting the order in various places..."

From his words and deeds, it should be the masters of Tiandi City who are trying to appease the surrounding monks to avoid chaos around Fuyu Country.

Zuo Lingquan looked up at the sky outside the window. From the perspective of aerial photography, it is estimated that it is above the clouds and cannot be seen from here.

After listening for a while, Zuo Lingquan lost interest and touched the text on the screen again.

As a result, the curtain painting style changed...

"Hmm~..."

A fairy in cool clothes, covered with a veil, hummed softly, and danced on the lake.

The dance posture is very graceful, and sometimes she flies into the air with a streamer, dancing with the wind like a fairy in a painting.

As she flew through the air, the beautiful landscape beneath the fairy skirt was hazy, like fog covering the mountains and shadows covering the winding paths. It seemed that she could see everything, yet it seemed that she could see nothing...

(⊙_⊙;)? !

Zuo Lingquan was stunned...