Sister Yue: After nine thunder tribulations, you will become the Yang God
Luo Qingzhou asked quickly: Sister Yue, what is your current level of cultivation? Are you almost at the Yang God level? Can you tell me
Sister Yue: It’s still early
Seeing that she seemed unwilling to say it clearly, Luo Qingzhou could only say: Sister Yue, then do you think I have a chance to reach Yangshen
Sister Yue: Yes
Luo Qingzhou immediately asked: How long will it take
Sister Yue: I don’t know
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a while, and could only say: Sister Yue, I took her to see a senior monk for treatment today. The senior monk told me that the only way to cure her is to have a warrior at the level of martial god and a soul cultivator at the level of Yang god to work together to treat her. In this way, perhaps her disease can be completely cured.
After a long time.
The message recipient replied: It’s much harder than my method.
Luo Qingzhou: But, at least she is still her
Sister Yue: I wish you success.
Luo Qingzhou paused and said: Sister Yue, can you help me? I can pay any price.
The message was never replied.
Luo Qingzhou waited for a while and put away the message.
After lying on the couch for a while, he stood up and walked to the desk in front of the window. Looking at the Sun and Moon Mirror on it, he murmured, "It seems that I can only rely on myself. And, rely on you."
If those medicines are enough, plus the Buddha's relic, the second young lady can still hold on for two years.
During these two years, he had two paths to choose from.
One way is to practice hard, relying on the Sun and Moon Mirror, maybe you can succeed.
After he was promoted, the Sun and Moon Mirror underwent a mutation, and the spiritual fluid it produced became even more powerful, allowing him to quickly break through to the mid-stage martial artist realm.
Then, it is very likely that the magic mirror will undergo a second or third mutation.
The Sun and Moon Mirror once absorbed his blood. Perhaps it could sense his cultivation level and the energy he needed, so it mutated according to his current cultivation level.
So there is opportunity along this path as well.
The second way is to continue looking for those hidden Martial Gods and Yang God masters.
As long as he could find it, he had so many books in his mind that perhaps he could get their help. After all, he had already put it into practice and found that those books were indeed very useful for experts.
Also, when he reaches a certain level of cultivation, perhaps he can also rely on those scriptures and stories to practice.
In that case, the cultivation speed will be faster.
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.
Anyway, there are still two years left, so he has to at least give it a try.
Having made up his mind, he felt a little relieved and at the same time, full of motivation.
He decided that when he had some free time in a couple of days, he would go and ask about the nearby martial arts schools or boxing gyms, find a master, and practice with other martial artists.
In that case, it will definitely be much faster than practicing alone at home.
At the same time, you don’t have to worry about the mental method and skills anymore.
Outside the window, the sun is setting and it is already dusk.
A girl in a light green dress, holding a sword, stood silently under the pear tree in the yard. No one knew how long she had been standing there.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then said, "Chanchan, come in and help your uncle grind the ink."
The girl under the tree glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the house.
Luo Qingzhou went over and opened the door, waiting at the door. When she reached the door, he hurriedly said, "Don't move, I will help you take it off."
As he spoke, he squatted down, picked up her slender legs, and helped her take off her shoes.
Then suddenly, when she wasn't paying attention, he took off her stockings.
A chill suddenly came over me!
Luo Qingzhou quickly took out another pair of snow-white stockings from his storage bag, helped her put them on, and said, "I made them especially for you. I wanted to give them to you last time, but you refused. Put them on, and don't let your son-in-law down."
As he spoke, he bent down and helped her take off the shoe and socks on her other foot, and then put on new stockings.
Xia Chan held the hilt of the sword and looked at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou stood up and said, "I gave you something, but you wanted to draw your sword and kill me, Chanchan, is there anyone like you?"
Xia Chan still held the sword, looking at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou turned and went into the house, saying, "Come in and help your son-in-law grind the ink."
Xia Chan followed him in and said coldly behind him: "Give it back to me."
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What do I give you back?"
Xia Chan stretched out her little hand and looked at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou stared at her for a while, then spread out his hands and asked, "What is it? It seems that my uncle didn't take anything from you, did he?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pair of snow-white stockings that had just been taken off her feet suddenly fell from his wide cuffs.
The air suddenly became very quiet.
Luo Qingzhou calmly picked it up from the ground and put it directly into his storage bag, saying: "Chanchan, I will wash it for you and return it to you."
After saying that, he ignored her and walked to the table, sat down, took a piece of rice paper, spread it out, tapped the table with his fingers, and ordered: "Grind the ink."
Xia Chan glared at him from behind, puffed up her cheeks, walked over, picked up the ink block, and slowly began to grind the ink.
After grinding it for a few times, she couldn't help but say, "I took a shower and just changed."
Luo Qingzhou picked up the pen and said, "It's okay, my son-in-law likes to help you wash. By the way, what kind of books does the eldest lady like to read?"
Xia Chan was stunned for a moment, lowered her head, and two blushes appeared on her fair face. She whispered, "I, don't know him."
After saying that, he lowered his head even more tightly, his face full of inferiority.
She was not very literate and didn't recognize any of the books the young lady was reading.
Luo Qingzhou picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, saying, "It's okay, I'll pick a few books later and you can take them back to her."
Then he raised his head and said, "Chanchan, from now on you can come to your uncle's place for an hour every night, and your uncle will teach you to read, okay?"
Xia Chan lowered her head and ground the ink, remaining silent.
Luo Qingzhou said nothing more. He retracted his gaze, looked at the rice paper in front of him, and began to write the Heart Sutra.
Soon, the entire "Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita" was completed.
He blew the ink dry and was about to put it away when Xia Chan suddenly whispered, "Can you write a poem for the young lady?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned when he heard this, and looked at her and asked, "Does she like poetry?"
Xia Chan avoided his gaze and lowered her head and said, "Your poems, Miss, I have read them all."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned, pondered for a moment, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and said: "Then write a poem."
After hesitating for a moment, he wrote: "Reeds are lush and green, white dew turns to frost. The so-called sweetheart is on the other side of the water..."
After finishing the poem, he blew the ink dry, picked up the rice paper and said, "Chanchan, remember to explain to Miss first that this poem is actually a philosophical poem. The Yiren in it can be a virtuous person, a friend, or an achievement, an ideal, or a future. As for why I used the word Jianjia, it was just a coincidence. I hope she doesn't mind it, and don't think that I am deliberately offending her. Did you hear me?"
Xia Chan took the rice paper and said, "Oh."
Seeing her looking at the ink on the paper in confusion, Luo Qingzhou said, "Let me read it to you."
As he spoke, he slowly recited the entire poem.
When Xia Chan read three of the characters "蒹葭", her eyes moved.
After reciting the entire poem, a rare gentle expression appeared on her face, and she whispered, "It sounds really nice..."
She didn't understand the meaning, but she felt comfortable and happy listening to it.
Especially, when he pronounced those two words.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "Chanchan, if you say something nice, just smile for me, okay?"
Xia Chan came to her senses, her pretty face turned cold again in an instant, she took the rice paper, turned around and left, and when she was at the door, she uttered a sound: "Hmph!"
Luo Qingzhou walked to the window, watched her walk out of the house and into the courtyard, and called out, "Chanchan, remember to come and study every day."
Xia Chan ignored him, walked away quickly, and soon disappeared outside the door.
Luo Qingzhou sat down, was quiet for a while, and began to play books about Taoism in his mind.
If you want to get Zhu Yan's blood from Qingyun Temple, you will definitely have to pay some price.
Xia Chan took the Heart Sutra and the Reed Sutra and returned to Lingchan Moon Palace.
at this time.
The sun has set.
As night falls, a bright moon rises into the sky.
In the pavilion in the back garden, Qin Jianjia, dressed in a snow-white dress, sat there quietly, gazing at the moon in deep thought.
There is also a back garden with many flowers, plants and trees.
There is just no pond or green lotus.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink dress and squatting in the flowers beside her, squinting her eyes and sniffing the flowers that had just bloomed today. Her pretty pink face was full of enjoyment.
Xia Chan walked in from the round door. When she passed behind her, she quickly stood up and said, "Chanchan, did the uncle take the opportunity to bully you?"
Xia Chan ignored her and walked into the pavilion. She handed the rice paper in her hand to Miss Qin and said, "He also wrote a poem for Miss."
As soon as these words were spoken, Bai Ling immediately ran over, stretched his neck, opened his eyes wide, and leaned forward to take a look.
Qin Jianjia was slightly startled. She took the book in her hand, read the Heart Sutra first, and then her eyes fell on the poem.
Bai Ling suddenly recited in a crisp voice: "The reeds are lush, the white dew turns to frost. The so-called sweetheart is on the other side of the water. Following it upstream, the way is long and obstructed. Following it downstream, it seems in the center of the water. The reeds are dense, the white dew has not yet dried. The so-called sweetheart is at the edge of the water... The reeds are lush, the white dew has not yet dried. The so-called sweetheart is at the bank of the water..."
After reading it, she suddenly looked up and said, "Chanchan, is this something that the uncle took the initiative to write to the young lady?"
Qin Jianjia was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and looked at her.
Xia Chan tightened her grip on the sword in her hand and lowered her head and said, "Yes."
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Did the uncle tell me what this poem means?"
Xia Chan bit her pink lips and shook her head.
Bai Ling was stunned, with a look of surprise on her face: "Didn't my uncle say anything? He just wrote a poem like this and asked you to deliver it?"
Xia Chan nodded.
The pavilion suddenly fell into silence.
After a while, Bai Lingfang murmured, "Miss, the title of this poem is Jian Jia, and there are three Jian Jia in it, and it seems to be a poem for love. Bah, bah, bah, it's not a poem for love, it's a love poem. What does the uncle-in-law...what does he mean?"