Zuo Lingquan stood upright under the cliff, waiting for a while, and found that the other party had not appeared behind for a long time, and felt a little confused in his heart, but in the end he became relieved - it was probably because the "senior sister" greeted him last night and deliberately made things difficult for him.

Zuo Lingquan slapped someone on the butt, so he naturally didn't take this difficulty to heart and waited patiently.

Wu Qingwan on the cliff was always paying attention to Zuo Lingquan's movements, wanting to wait until Zuo Lingquan is impatient and ask him to go back as the princess told him.

But after waiting for half an hour, the kid below looked like a wooden man, and he didn't even move his eyebrows. Not to mention anything else, this extraordinary concentration is not something that ordinary people can have.

After spending a long time like this, the female apprentices in the bamboo forest began to whisper. Several thought Wu Qingwan didn't notice this handsome young man, so she came up to report.

Wu Qingwan waited for a long time, but she couldn't even hold her face until she showed up. She could only look cold and poke her head out of the cliff again:

"Your name is Zuo Lingquan?"

Zuo Lingquan breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand and bowed:

"That's right, I've met Senior Wu."

Wu Qingwan looked at the bamboo forest below the stone cliff and wanted to ask, "Why did you offend Jiang Yi? She wants to torture you like this?" But this was not easy to say, so hesitated for a while and said:

"She has already told me about your purpose. Well... why did she help you and recommend you to visit Qihuang Valley?"

Zuo Lingquan was sentenced to stand for a long time, and knew that the girl must have mentioned something about what happened last night, so she spoke truthfully:

"I don't know each other if I don't fight. Lingtu and I met by chance. We had a chance to fight each other. She never beat me and was willing to accept the loss, so she gave me a sign."

"oh?!"

Wu Qingwan showed an unexpected look on her face, and she didn't really believe that Princess Longli would lose to the little-known child below.

But after thinking about it carefully, I understood it a little - no wonder Jiang Yi wanted to introduce the other party to the beginning, but she was embarrassed by the fact that she could only lose the competition and was dissatisfied.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingwan's doubts disappeared, her eyes softened a little, and she asked:

"Who did you learn from before? Why did you change to join my subordinates?"

Zuo Lingquan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has consulted many seniors in the world, but has never been a disciple. He has always practiced by himself. He responded seriously at this time:

“Self-taught.”

Words sound a bit arrogant.

Wu Qingwan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Zuo Lingquan for a long time. Seeing that her figure was straight and unsatisfied, she said half-believingly:

"You have been self-taught and surpassed her in martial arts? Use a sword?"

Zuo Lingquan nodded: "That's right, use a sword."

Wu Qingwan stood up from the stone platform, stood on the edge of the cliff, and looked carefully. The mountain wind blew the light green skirt, and the slim long skirt outlined a nearly perfect curve.

Zuo Lingquan stood directly under the cliff. He looked up at each other calmly, but from this angle, two large dumplings like jade bowls blocked most of the sight.

“…”

Zuo Lingquan is a man rather than a saint. He noticed something wrong and was afraid of his gaze. He quickly held his sword and fist and lowered his head and said:

"There is no silence in the following areas. If Senior Wu doesn't believe it, he can take the exam to get the exam."

Wu Qingwan didn't notice anything unusual about Zuo Lingquan, but she thought the little baby was a little crazy. She thought for a moment, turned her eyes to a bamboo house in the forest, and said:

"Xiaohua, come here and try it."

"Okay Master."

Zuo Lingquan turned around and saw a girl watching the fun in the bamboo house. Hearing this, he picked up the sword and came to the bottom of the cliff. His eyes first turned around his face before he clasped his fists as if he was:

"My name is Xiaohua, please be careful."

Zuo Lingquan looked at the little girl in front of him, and he knew from his momentum that he was far worse than the girl yesterday. He was a completely new young man who had never fought.

However, in order to prove himself in front of the master of Qihuang Valley, Zuo Lingquan still clasped his fists seriously:

"Qinghe County, Zuo Lingquan."

After reporting to his home, the little girl stood ten steps away and held the hilt of the sword. After Wu Qingwan said "start", she suddenly rushed forward, and the sword was unsheathed.

But what surprised her was that the handsome young man who had no movement outside of ten steps had somehow arrived in front of her, and kicked her sword neatly on the hilt, kicking most of the long sword that was unsheathed.

Zuo Lingquan held the unsheathed green-skinned sword and placed it lightly on the little girl's neck, looking up at the top of the cliff.

The little flower girl was confused, looked at the scabbard on her neck and said:

"Young Master, I haven't drawn my sword yet..."

Wu Qingwan saw everything in her eyes, as quiet as virginity, as fast as thunder. She had put in hard work at a glance, and she couldn't practice it for more than ten years. She believed in Zuo Lingquan's words that knocked Jiang Yi down.

However, Wu Qingwan did not see the technique used by Zuo Lingquan. It felt as if he had not used his own true energy at all, and he crushed the other party based on his skills and physical fitness alone.

If this is true, it is enough to see that Zuo Lingquan is only seventeen or eighteen years old. He can practice this at a young age. In terms of practice, it is enough to describe it as a "genius genius".

After thinking about this, Wu Qingwan showed praise in her eyes, Zhan Yan smiled and said:

"Okay, Xiaohua, you go down and learn more from your Senior Brother Zuo in the future."

The little girl didn't even pull out the sword, she was a little depressed. After nodding seriously, she ran away.

Zuo Lingquan looked slightly happy and said:

"Senior Wu is willing to accept me as his disciple?"

Wu Qingwan looked harmonious and shook her head slightly:

"Acquiring a master and taking disciples is a big deal, so how can you decide in a few words? Like everyone else, you will first practice in the valley, and it will not be too late to choose a master when you get familiar with it. With your talent, I am afraid I can't teach you."

Talent?

When Zuo Lingquan heard this, he hesitated and wanted to say that his meridians were blocked. However, after thinking about it, it would not be a bad thing to stay in Qihuang Valley for a few more days. Now that he was persuaded to leave, he would have gone in vain.

"Then I'll thank you Senior Wu."

Wu Qingwan nodded and raised her hand, pointing to a bamboo house near the pool below the waterfall:

"You can live there in the future. Just come today. I will clean up and settle down first, get familiar with the environment, and I will take you to the living room to register for naturalization tomorrow."

New disciples must register and bookmark the living room, collect clothes signs, and then live in the collective dormitory. Only the disciples who are in charge of the rooms and deacons are qualified to live in a separate courtyard.

Wu Qingwan came up and arranged a small courtyard with an excellent location for Zuo Lingquan. The girls in the bamboo forest all showed surprise. However, seeing the scene of the competition just now, there was nothing to say. After all, Zuo Lingquan's skills deserved this treatment.

But when Zuo Lingquan heard this, his face turned awkward, and he said:

"Senior Wu, I still haven't finished dealing with some things in the capital. Can I wait for a few days for the entry-level practice?"

Wu Qingwan also understood: "Cultivation is a big deal. You may stay in Qihuang Valley in your life, or go further away. Do you want to say goodbye to your relatives?"

Zuo Lingquan spoke truthfully:

"My younger family is in Qinghe County. This time I entered Beijing, I was arranged by my elders to run for the eldest princess's son-in-law..."

"Um???"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wu Qingwan was stunned when she smiled and listened, then she turned her head slightly, with a strange look in her eyes.

Zuo Lingquan saw that Wu Qingwan's expression changed so quickly, and he stopped talking. He thought Wu Qingwan was dissatisfied, and he explained:

"Well... I just chose the prince consort. There are less than 200 young talents who have entered Beijing this time. I am just one of them. The chances of choosing are slim. When I finish tomorrow, I will start to practice with peace of mind..."

I've been talking for a long time.

Unfortunately, Wu Qingwan didn't listen at all, and she was thinking a lot, and didn't know where she was floating.

Choosing a prince consort?

Jiang Yi's son-in-law?

Jiang Yi knew him and would choose the prince consort tomorrow. What would he arrange for him here?

How about letting me be an aunt look at people?

I think people are good...

So handsome...

If you match Jiang Yi, yes...

Wu Qingwan looked at Zuo Lingquan blankly, her eyes gradually turned from strange to inexplicable, just like her mother-in-law who had not passed away. The more she looked at her, the more she liked her, with a little doubt and scrutiny.

Zuo Lingquan gradually changed from embarrassment to confusion. The other party did not respond, and he didn't know how he said it, and the two of them stared at each other so big.

After watching for a long time, Wu Qingwan came to her senses, coughed gently, restrained all her emotions, and waved her hand:

"Go."

"Um?"

Zuo Lingquan couldn't figure out his meaning and asked:

"When I finish tomorrow, I will come over and learn from my master?"

Wu Qingwan couldn't figure out what Princess Long Li meant, but whether it was chosen or not, Zuo Lingquan entered Qihuang Valley, it was all the matter of the princess's words, and she had already opened her mouth and would not go back on her word. She thought for a while and said:

"You can come over after you finish the work tomorrow."

Zuo Lingquan felt very calm and wanted to ask again, "What if he chooses a prince consort?", but he immediately dispelled this unlucky idea.

I have already entered the door, and I just signed and stamped the list. How could God fool him like this?

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