The fairy is fierce

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the valley is silent.

The roar of the waterfall supports the sound of the sword, and the east is unknowingly white, and a new day has arrived.

Zuo Lingquan got up early and followed Sister Xiaohua to the living room of Qihuang Valley, where he received clothes and house numbers and officially became a disciple of Qihuang Valley. Because he was recruited by Wu Qingwan, he was naturally assigned to the Danqi Room.

As the name suggests, the Danqi Room manages the sect's elixirs and cultivation tools. The main responsibilities on weekdays are to pick and dry the medicines. The senior brothers and sisters who entered early are responsible for refining medicines, making tools, etc.

Zuo Lingquan did not rely on his status as a son-in-law to let Wu Qingwan treat him too much. He followed the steps of ordinary disciples, meditating and doing simple things with his senior brothers and sisters every day, and at the same time, he was eager to learn about the various ways of cultivation.

It was inevitable that Wu Qingwan favored Zuo Lingquan. In her spare time, she studied books, asked questions from her peers, and answered all of Zuo Lingquan's questions, hoping that Zuo Lingquan would get started smoothly.

Zuo Lingquan was smart, calm, and had great perseverance. He could remember Wu Qingwan's narration and even draw inferences from one example. With a little guidance, he understood the doorway and subsequent paths.

But unfortunately, Zuo Lingquan's body was like a walking stone lump. He could understand it at once, but he couldn't put it into practice. Wu Qingwan began to be suspicious and suspected that Zuo Lingquan was pretending to be unable to learn to tease her.

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and things finally took a turn for the better.

Seven days later, it was mid-February.

Zuo Lingquan settled in the Danqi Room and became familiar with the environment and senior brothers and sisters in Qihuang Valley in seven days.

According to the arrangement of the sect, disciples cannot just stay in the valley and work behind closed doors. Every few days, they will follow the deacon or the powerful senior brothers in the valley to patrol deep in the mountains, collect medicinal materials and drive away ferocious beasts along the way to ensure the safety of the residential areas outside the mountains.

The Changqing Mountains span the west side of the Great Dan Dynasty. Disciples who entered the sect early and have high cultivation will patrol the entire Great Dan Dynasty. Once they go out, they will be out for a month or so. Those who have just entered the sect naturally have no ability to run so far and only need to go out for three days.

Zuo Lingquan has just arrived and has no cultivation at all. He originally had no chance to patrol the mountains, but he is no longer a six-year-old child and has the ability to protect himself. Wu Qingwan greeted him and asked him to go out with him to experience.

In the early morning, Zuo Lingquan came to the central square of the Qihuang Valley wearing the black disciple robe of the Qihuang Valley, holding a sword and carrying dry food.

There is a hall behind the square. It is the main hall of the sect of Qihuang Valley. It is closed all year round and will only be opened when encountering major events.

In the square in front of the hall, there were many teams going out to patrol the mountain. A team of 20 people was waiting to set off in the square outside the main hall. Most of them were young cultivators of the first and second levels of Qi Refining, with varying ages.

Zuo Lingquan searched in the huge square and came to the team that Wu Qingwan mentioned. The leader was She Yulong, the deacon of the Sword Holding Room.

She Yulong was the direct disciple of Master Bo Yue Jiheng. At the age of 24, he had already passed the seventh level of the twelve levels, "Xuan Shu".

A cultivator with good talent started practicing at the age of six, and he went smoothly without encountering bottlenecks. He would open up a secret in three years, and he would have to be 27 years old to reach the seventh level. She Yulong entered the seventh level at the age of 24, which showed that he had a good talent, so he was highly valued by the teachers in the valley.

Zuo Lingquan came to the team, and She Yulong, who was carrying a long sword, spoke in a friendly manner:

"Lingquan, this is your first time to patrol the mountain. You don't need to take turns to guard and explore the way like other brothers and sisters. Just keep up with the pace and don't get lost. Otherwise, I can't explain to Sister Jiang."

Although Zuo Lingquan didn't deliberately publicize it, his appearance was too outstanding, his identity was relatively special, and Qihuang Valley was not too big. His personal deeds were spread by several gossipy sisters in the Danqi Room in just a few days.

Faced with She Yulong's ridicule, Zuo Lingquan smiled and stood with a group of young men and women.

Among the people who went out this time, there was also Wang Rui who I met at the gate when I first came.

Wang Rui was a disciple of the Discipline Room. He entered the third level of Qi Refining at the age of 18, which was above average in Qihuang Valley. He was optimistic and outgoing, and had a good relationship with brothers in all rooms.

Seeing Zuo Lingquan coming, Wang Rui walked up to him with a sword in hand and joked:

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Zuo. There aren't many ferocious beasts in the mountains. Even if there are, I, Wang Rui, will definitely protect Junior Brother Zuo. But as a reward, if I can't survive in Qihuang Valley and leave the mountain, Prince Consort Zuo must arrange a good job for me."

"Haha..."

The young men and women all laughed, but were immediately suppressed by the strict She Yulong.

Zuo Lingquan must be good at martial arts. He felt a little amused that these little kids were treated as objects of protection, but he didn't mean to steal the limelight from his senior brothers and sisters as soon as he arrived, so he didn't say anything.

After everyone arrived, She Yulong counted the names and set off with a group of 20 people from the exit of the back mountain of Qihuang Valley into the endless mountains.

Above the waterfall next to the bamboo forest, Wu Qingwan, wearing a warm yellow dress, was also looking out from the cliff.

It is not 100% safe for the disciples in the valley to go out and patrol the mountain, otherwise there would be no need to patrol the mountain.

There are many ferocious beasts in the mountain range. Although most of them will not run to the periphery, there are always a few that get lost and run to the wrong place every year. When the disciples patrolling the mountain encounter them, they need to kill or drive them away. They cannot be allowed to run out of the mountain range and harm the people. Casualties are inevitable in the fight.

Although Wu Qingwan believed in She Yulong's skills, the ferocious beasts would not follow the disciple's fighting strength. If he encountered one that he couldn't deal with, something would definitely happen without the help of his teacher.

Jiang Yi had just finished choosing her consort. If something happened to Zuo Lingquan, Wu Qingwan, as the elder, would not be able to explain it. After much hesitation, she turned back to the house and took out her sword. She jumped up from the cliff and followed the team from a distance... …

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February is full of spring, and it’s the season of revival for all things.

In the endless Evergreen Mountains, twenty young men and women lined up in a line, walking slowly on the winding road between the mountains.

Although there are green trees and long grass in the surrounding area, it is located deep in the mountains and old forests, and the tree crowns block the sky and the sun, so there is not much scenery to see.

Mountain patrols are very boring. The area Zuo Lingquan patrolled was from Qihuang Valley to Heixiazi Ridge a hundred miles away. It was very close to Qihuang Valley. I don’t know how many times he had been stepped on by his brothers and sisters. Talking about encountering a ferocious beast, even a squirrel can make people look at it for a long time.

Most of the twenty disciples accompanying him had tasks assigned by the sect. Whenever they went to a specific place, they would climb up the mountains and go down to the streams together to pick the herbs that had grown. The rest of them would wait and rest in place; at night , everyone rested in the camp built by the predecessors, and continued to set off at dawn.

Zuo Lingquan was wary at first, but after walking for a day and night, he gradually realized that this was an ordinary patrol, and he relaxed his caution a little, and kept chatting with Wang Lin who was walking beside him.

By the afternoon of the next day, the sky was covered with dark clouds and it started to rain again.

To be on the safe side, She Yulong did not rush to Heixiazi Ridge and stopped directly in advance at the camp at the foot of Jiguan Ridge.

The camp at Jiguanling is located between the mountains. It is a naturally formed cave. The brothers and sisters who came here in the past have built earthen stoves outside the cave. They even built temporary beds with wood and thatch inside the cave. Later, It only needs some maintenance before it can be used.

After walking on the mountain road for nearly two days, most of the young men and women in Qihuang Valley were exhausted. After entering the cave and putting down their belongings, they leaned against the stone wall to rest and eat dry food.

Zuo Lingquan has a strong body and is not tired after running for two days, but he is inevitably disappointed with the daily life of a practitioner.

As a person in two lives, in Zuo Lingquan's imagination, a practitioner should be like a dragon that cannot move but never sees its tail, and magic weapons that fly all over the sky when it moves.

But in his opinion, the practitioners in Qihuang Valley are more like a group of medicine farmers. They can't be said to be wasting their time, but doing these trivial things is indeed a waste of time. If Wu Qingwan hadn't been seriously helping him explore the problem of being unable to practice, Zuo Lingquan might have really lost interest in Qihuang Valley and returned to the capital to practice his sword. Quarreling with the eldest princess would be better than sheltering from the rain here. Strong.

It was raining outside the cave. Zuo Lingquan stood at the entrance of the cave, picked up the water bag and took a sip. His mood changed from the joy of entering Qihuang Valley to the confusion of being unable to enter.

Wang Rui stood next to Zuo Lingquan, perhaps sensing his boredom, and said:

"That's what cultivation is like. Ninety-nine percent of the time it's boring. If you can't stand it, it will stop. When I first came here, I found it boring just like you. But after I got used to it, it felt pretty good. After all, I have endured it for so many years. ”

A junior fellow behind him was also patrolling the mountains for the first time. His legs were almost broken. Hearing the words, he complained:

"Senior Brother Wang, when will this end?"

Wang Rui chuckled and looked up at She Yulong who was carefully patrolling around the camp:

"Practice hard and learn more from Senior Brother She. I heard from the seniors that when we send incense money to Jingtai Terrace next year, we should take Senior Brother She with us. When we get outside, we will be able to survive."

When the younger brothers and sisters heard this, they all had a look of despair in their eyes. After all, She Yulong's performance in the valley was too good. He was completely focused on cultivation, like a tireless machine. He had never been lazy since he was a child. Ordinary people would never be lazy. Fabi.

Zuo Lingquan was also listening. He couldn't practice cultivation. He could only enter Qihuang Valley through the back door. He hadn't thought about what was going on outside. Instead, he was more curious about the incense money Wang Rui said:

"We, Qihuang Valley, still have to make offerings to the sects of the Great Yan Dynasty?"

Wang Rui leaned against the stone cave, shook his head and said:

"This can't be said to be an offering. Practitioners who want to worship the nine sects in the south are like crucian carp crossing the river. Even if they enter the outer sect, it will be difficult to reach the sky. They don't lack the incense money of Qihuang Valley. We can give it to them. Jing Terrace offers incense for the sake of our ancestor, Jing Terrace, so people reluctantly accept it. Like Fuji Mountain in the north, a wild cultivator from a deviant background can't find a way out no matter how much money he has from the gods. deliver."

Zuo Lingquan had heard of the so-called fairy money 'white jade baht', but white jade baht could not be used in the world. He had never seen it even if he had a huge family fortune. He said slightly curiously:

"The fairy money that Senior Brother Wang mentioned is white jade baht?"

Wang Rui knew that Zuo Lingquan was born in a wealthy family, but he had definitely never seen a white jade baht. There was a bit of embarrassment in his eyes. He turned around and took out one from his arms in front of many junior brothers and sisters. wooden box:

"Exactly, white jade baht is not an ordinary silver coin. Only the Nine Sects in the South can cast it. If you want to exchange it with worldly money, one piece is worth no less than a hundred taels of silver. However, the Great Dan Dynasty does not produce this thing, so generally no one is willing to exchange it. Most of them are exchanged for rare and rare herbs. I found a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains last year as a reward. "

While talking, Wang Rui opened the wooden box. The wooden box was padded with silk and contained a snow-white coin the size of a copper coin. It was as transparent and crystal-clear as soft jade. You didn't need to touch it to know that it felt great. There were two words engraved on the front:

[Iron Arrowhead]

The people present were all young disciples with low cultivation. The youngest was only eleven or twelve years old. They might have seen the white jade baht, but they certainly hadn't. They all showed envy in their eyes.

Zuo Lingquan saw this thing for the first time. He heard that it was worth a hundred taels of silver, which was not enough for his meal. Naturally, he didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and picked it up to observe carefully.

The touch of the white jade baht was similar to that of jade, but it was very light. Apart from that, there was nothing special about it.

Zuo Lingquan glanced at it and asked:

"Brother Wang, what's the use of this thing?"

Wang Rui's eyelids twitched when he saw Zuo Lingquan pick up the white jade bauble without any hesitation. However, thinking of the other party's family, he was afraid of being considered too stingy. After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't snatch it back. He just said with some entanglement:

"Well... the white jade bauble is made by a secret method to seal the spiritual energy. The spiritual energy contained in it can roughly allow a cultivator of the first level of Qi Sea to fill up the Qi Sea. After crushing it, it can be absorbed by the Qi Refining Method; however, spiritual energy is everywhere, and generally no one is so extravagant... Hey, don't pinch it, I only have this one."

Zuo Lingquan was just joking. He put the white jade bauble back to the box intact. Just as he was about to make a joke, a voice suddenly came from outside the stone cave:

"Silence!"

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Two transition chapters, laying out a little bit of settings, if not, it will become a historical martial arts...