Chapter 22 What a deep city!
Zuo Lingquan tried his best to move out with his sword, but when he reacted, he found that the sword edge had stopped between Wu Qingwan's palms.
Senior Wu, who was standing in front of him just now, suddenly changed into a side-kicking posture, and his slender and straight right leg stopped in front of his head. The wind blew so hard that his cheeks and ears hurt. You didn't need to think about it to know what it contained.
How energetic.
Such a dangerous scene naturally made Zuo Lingquan break into a cold sweat. He quickly released the hilt of his sword and took half a step back, looking at Wu Qingwan with lingering fear.
Wu Qingwan was actually startled, but she couldn't show off her composure in front of the juniors. After suppressing the surprise in her heart, she stood up with her legs drawn back smoothly, holding Zuo Lingquan's long sword in her hand, with approval in her eyes:
"What a fast sword. I have been in Qihuang Valley for decades. This is the first time I have seen an ordinary person who can draw a sword so fast."
Although the winner was decided in an instant, Wu Qingwan could still clearly see the secret - Zuo Lingquan's sword was incredibly fast, but there was really no trace of true energy flowing in it. The sword relied on
After practicing hard for a long time, the experience and muscle reactions accumulated have allowed me to use the simplest moves to the extreme.
Wu Qingwan didn't even dare to think how terrifying this sword would be if he were in the first level of cultivation and supported by surging Qi.
She can't easily fight a sword.
Therefore, the praise in Wu Qingwan's eyes was not false at all, it was all from the bottom of her heart.
Zuo Lingquan, who was on the opposite side, took a step back with lingering fear and then regained his composure. Hearing Wu Qingwan's approval, he was about to shake his head modestly when his expression suddenly changed and his eyes became strange.
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When Wu Qingwan saw this scene, she followed Zuo Lingquan's gaze and looked down, only to see that there was a hole in her clothes.
Just now, Zuo Lingquan's lightning-fast sword had already pierced Wu Qingwan's clothes, and the location of the stab was in the middle of the chest. Although Wu Qingwan's palace was very deep, it did not hurt any flesh. But she clamped the blade of the sword with both hands and twisted it.
The kick to the side brought the tip of the sword to the side of the body, which also opened up the small hole originally made...
Under the setting sun, there was silence on the stone flat.
The charming woman in a slim long skirt held her sword and lowered her head blankly, feeling a chill on her chest.
As I breathed softly, the opening on the light green skirt suddenly grew larger and smaller. Under the setting sun, I could clearly see the lotus root-colored lining inside, and the outline of the two large white flowers, which were bottomless...
!!!
Wu Qingwan's eyes widened, she quickly raised her hands to cover her chest, and looked at Zuo Lingquan.
Zuo Lingquan was also stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, a chill ran down his spine. He felt that the Avenue of Immortality was broken in half. However, his expression was normal, as if he had not seen anything, and he walked towards the stone platform:
"Senior Wu was awarded a prize, but he was countered in an instant by senior. Senior kept his hand and was not kicked to death. How can he be called fast?"
"..."
Wu Qingwan's concentration was really extraordinary. She covered her clothes with her right hand, her face didn't even turn red, and the look in her eyes quickly returned to its original state. She shook her head and said with a smile:
"During sparring, body friction is unavoidable, so don't take it to heart. It really surprises me that you can achieve this step with your ordinary physique. If you can join the ranks of spiritual practice, it is not an exaggeration to describe you as a genius.
"
While Wu Qingwan was speaking, she walked into the wooden house next to her, and her words never stopped.
As for what he was doing when he returned to the house, Zuo Lingquan naturally didn't have the guts to follow him. He just looked at the setting sun on the horizon and said calmly:
"Not to mention talent, I think my perseverance should be enough. I haven't been able to get in yet, which I think is quite unfair."
Wu Qingwan was in the wooden house, pretending to be changing her skirt, and answered softly:
"There's no need to blame others. The threshold for practicing is not high. You may not have achieved anything, but you definitely won't be able to get started. Maybe the method is wrong."
When Zuo Lingquan heard this, he became interested:
"What methods do practitioners generally use to practice?"
Wu Qingwan moved very quickly. Within two words, she put on a warm yellow dress and walked out of the room, holding a book in her hand.
Her expression was as gentle and friendly as before, she raised her hair around her ears, sat down on the other side of the stone platform, and handed the book to Zuo Lingquan:
"This is the practice method for Qihuang Valley disciples. Take it and take a good look at it. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me at any time."
When Zuo Lingquan saw that Wu Qingwan had returned to normal, he naturally forgot about the little episode just now. He raised his hand to take the book, only to see three simple characters "Yangqi Jue" written on it. The book was not thick, and there was a diagram of the human body's meridians drawn on it. It was important.
The acupoints are marked with red dots, and there are extremely detailed notes next to them. Even how to breathe and what feelings are clearly written.
Zuo Lingquan watched with fascination.
Wu Qingwan picked up the teacup and took a sip, then thought of the shocking sword strike just now, and couldn't figure out why Zuo Lingquan couldn't get in. She hesitated for a moment and put her hand on Zuo Lingquan's wrist.
Zuo Lingquan felt a warm touch on his wrist. He quickly came back from the book and saw Wu Qingwan taking his pulse. He sat up straight and flattened his wrist so that he could examine it carefully.
However, Wu Qingwan's pulse numbering was completely different from that of ordinary doctors.
Zuo Lingquan felt something invisible and intangible on Wu Qingwan's fingertips, trying to penetrate into his body and spread towards his arms.
Wu Qingwan put her fingertips on her wrist, frowned and examined it carefully, her brows gradually furrowed, and she opened her eyes after a while.
Zuo Lingquan looked serious and asked:
"Senior Wu, how are you?"
Wu Qingwan frowned and thought deeply for a moment before slowly shaking her head:
"It's so weird. There are no obstructions in the meridians, but the true energy enters the body and travels along the meridians. It dissipates within a few steps. It feels like air leakage. Did you suffer a trauma that affected your lungs when you were young?"
Zuo Lingquan shook his head: "I have been pampered since I was a child and have never been injured."
“Have you ever eaten unknown flowers, plants, melons and fruits by mistake when you were young?”
"I remember things early, I am disciplined in my diet, and I am never greedy."
"Do you have any weird objects on your body? Rings, pendants, etc. that have been with you since childhood?"
"No, um... I asked a famous craftsman to cast the sword. I have seen all the materials. There will be no problems."
"..."
Wu Qingwan blinked, obviously unable to think of a possible 'cause'. She was silent for a moment, shook her head and said:
"You go down and rest first. I'll think about it carefully. If I have a solution, I'll ask you to confirm it."
Zuo Lingquan has been tortured by this problem for more than ten years, and he is not in a hurry.
Seeing that the sun had set and the sky was getting dark, he stood up and said goodbye:
"It's getting late. I feel ashamed to have bothered Senior Wu for so long. I'll go down first."
"Um."
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Thank you to the three leaders of [Meat is so delicious] [Heaven’s Little Gate] and [NingNingNing] for the reward!
Chapter completed!