I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 20 Am I a genius?

When Li Qingran received the letter and saw the signature on the envelope, he actually hesitated for a long time.

Chen Zhian...

This name, which was very unfamiliar to most people in the Li family, seemed very familiar to Li Qingran.

Her aunt, who had been sitting alone in the courtyard for more than ten years, would often mutter this name. When she entered her room, there was a calligraphy hanging on the wall beside the bed.

There are only two words: "Zhi'an".

The dot in the character "执" is a small handprint.

This simple piece of calligraphy was not from any great master, but my aunt regarded it as a treasure. She framed it and even added a layer of gauze to it for fear that dust would fall on it.

Therefore, Li Qingran was very familiar with the word "Zhi'an", and naturally knew who wrote this letter.

However, what made Li Qingran hesitate was that her aunt, who was once so beautiful that she could not be compared with anyone else, had already set a wedding date and would be getting married soon.

If I give this letter to my aunt, she, who is already somewhat miserable, might be sad for a long time.

But after hesitating again and again, Li Qingran still took the letter to this "Old Zhiyuan".

"Aunt has waited for many years for Grandpa to change his mind, but now... she is afraid that she will not be able to wait any longer. This letter will serve as a reminder for her, letting her know... that the baby in her cradle in the past has now grown up and can even write to her."

Li Qingran thought so and looked up at Li Yinxi's back.

Li Yinxi's back is thin, and her long hair flutters in the spring breeze.

She gently put down the shovel and said casually, "It must be Princess Shang Qiu again. She invited me to her courtyard to appreciate the flowers several times, but I didn't want to go... I won't read the letter then."

Li Yinxi's voice...how to describe it?

Bai Xian, a great scholar of the time, once commented on Li Yinxi when she was young - her voice was graceful, like a string of black pearls, and she could move the clouds without any musical instrument.

Just like her name.

Li Qingran knew that the reason why her aunt was unwilling to go to Princess Shang Qiu's courtyard was probably because the princess had planted pear trees in her courtyard.

Her aunt still doesn't want to see Lihua.

"Aunt, this letter was not sent by Princess Shang Qiu."

"Hmm? Who is that?" Li Yinxi turned around and asked casually. There was no trace of curiosity on her pale face. The deep red mark of Xuanmen between her eyebrows highlighted her stunning beauty.

"It says...Chen Zhian on the envelope." Li Qingran replied.

Li Yinxi's originally casual expression suddenly froze, and then she seemed a little at a loss, and asked again: "Chen... Zhian?"

Her voice trembled, like a dead leaf blown up by the breeze and then slowly falling to the ground.

Her slender shoulders were shaking violently and her body seemed to be on the verge of falling.

Li Qingran hurried forward to support Li Yinxi.

Li Yinxi just stretched out her hand and took the letter from Li Qingran.

There were only eight words written in the letter.

"From my mother herself."

"Zhi'an."

Li Yinxi felt as if she had found a treasure after reading just eight words. She forced herself to control her trembling hands and took the letter out of the envelope.

She opened it slowly.

There was only one line of words on the letter.

"Mother, I am writing to you as if I had seen you. Please eat on time and take care of yourself. We will see each other someday."

This short line of text is just like the letter that Chen Shuijun left for Chen Zhian before leaving.

But Li Yinxi was already in tears and even choked with sobs.

Her voice was trembling, like a big bird scattered by the heavy rain, looking for a little bird between its sobs.

Li Qingran helped Li Yinxi to the octagonal pavilion nearby.

Li Yinxi sat in the pavilion, choking with sobs as she stroked the words on the letter and the name on the envelope.

Seventeen years have passed since we last met.

Today, she received a letter from Zhi'an.

Li Qingran quietly left the pavilion and walked out of Jiuzhiju.

But outside Jiuzhiju, a young man about twenty years old with a sword on his waist was waiting.

His profile was as white as jade, and there was a faint shadow in his eyes under his long eyelashes. The dark blue robe and his thin lips made him look a little cold.

"Brother Fushu." Li Qingran bowed to the young man.

This person is Li Fushu, the son of General Xuan Zi, and the character on the Young Tiger Monument.

"What's in the letter?" Li Fushu asked.

There was only one line of text in the letter, and Li Qingran did not hide anything and told the truth.

"You shouldn't have sent that letter. When Auntie sees it, she will inevitably feel resentment towards my Li family and will be even more hostile towards the Si family."

Li Fushu turned around and looked at Li Qingran reproachfully.

Li Qingran's expression remained unchanged, and he only said, "I don't know who this Zhi'an is. If I had known earlier, I would not have given this letter to my aunt."

Li Fushu seemed to know that Li Qingran would say this, but he did not blame him any more.

He snorted coldly and turned away: "The peasant from Sunan Mansion learned about his life experience. Maybe he thinks he can live a good life by relying on his aunt?"

Li Qingran did not respond.

Li Fushu put his hands behind his back and walked towards the front yard. His voice was a little cold: "These people of ordinary backgrounds always like to take advantage of these loopholes. His father who overestimated his own abilities was like this, and now his son is like this too." "But they don't know that the big hand of my Li family can cover up the Sunan Mansion. Now that Chen Shuijun is not in Suwuzhou, we need to prevent Chen Zhian from writing random letters again."

Li Qingran's expression suddenly changed. She frowned and couldn't help but say, "Brother Fushu, Chen Zhian is my aunt's blood after all. He is still our cousin. Why are you so ruthless?"

Li Fushu took a deep breath, then he suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Li Qingran, saying, "General Si said that if my aunt married him, he would accept a disciple from the younger generation of my Li family and take care of him and teach him like his own children."

"He is a figure on the Whale Riding List, Li Qingran! If one day, General Si reaches the realm of good fortune, and my Li family has his direct disciple, what will the situation be like?"

Li Qingran was silent for a few moments, then suddenly shook his head: "Grandpa is the current Minister of Revenue, and my second uncle is the current General Xuan Zi, commanding 90,000 Songhuai troops. They are both important figures in the Dayu Dynasty. According to their family background, they are not much inferior to the Si family.

What's more, Uncle Seven has already joined the Yanglong Temple and has hope of becoming a successful person.

Why does my brother value General Si’s inheritance so much?

The great fortune master is indeed extraordinary, but the cultivation is ultimately someone else's. With my brother's talent, if he can make another hundred progresses on the young tiger monument and cultivate with the gift of heaven, his fortune realm can also be far away... Instead of pouring his efforts into others, it is more practical to strengthen yourself. "

Li Qingran told the story slowly and when she saw that Li Fushu did not respond to her, she just shook her head and left.

Li Fushu stood there. After a few breaths, he shook his head and talked to himself.

"My grandfather was the Minister of Revenue, and my father was General Xuan Zi, but I am not."

He returned to his own courtyard and thought for a moment, then remembered the Zhou family from Sunan Prefecture who had come to Xuantianjing to pay homage to his father.

"The Zhou family supplies more than a hundred kinds of medicinal herbs to the Songhuai Army, and now they want to supply more."

Li Fushu pondered in his heart.

"We will meet again someday?"

"If an ordinary person is injured or sick, he or she naturally cannot travel far, and cannot come to Xuan Tianjing to meet my aunt."

He was not stupid and naturally understood that all he had to do was let Chen Zhian stay in Sunan Prefecture for the rest of his life.

If Chen Zhian was killed, many troubles would arise. If his aunt knew about it in the future, it would not be a good thing for Li Fushu.

Even though Li Yinxi's cultivation has stagnated, she is no longer the talented woman she once was.

But she would eventually marry Si Yuanyan, the murderer of Buddha. Even the most powerful person in the world could not resist the pillow talk of someone close to him.

"Just let him... live peacefully in Sunan Prefecture."

Li Fushu wrote a letter.

He wanted to easily decide the future fate of Chen Zhian who was far away in Sunan Prefecture.

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Chen Zhian wrote a letter. Even the most ordinary words in the letter should be able to give a mother some comfort.

Now that he had written the letter, Chen Zhian decided to work harder on his cultivation. After all, he said in the letter that they would meet again someday.

This was probably an agreement, and Chen Zhian had no intention of breaking it.

Fortunately, for Chen Zhian, practicing is not a difficult thing.

It was already noon when he was just sitting cross-legged in the room, visualizing the southern scenery of Dongcheng in his mind, and using the Great Snow Mountain Ginseng Qi Pills to circulate his blood and energy. He felt that the blood and energy in his body were becoming increasingly rich.

When it flows through the internal organs and bones throughout the body, it can even make the sound of waves hitting the shore.

"When you reach the state of nourishing your Qi and tempering your body, you can increase your strength by a thousand pounds. It is indeed true."

Chen Zhian opened his eyes and felt exhausted all over. He snapped his fingers casually and even blew out a gust of wind.

He came to the yard again, stood in front of the stone table in the yard, and took a deep breath.

The Tiger Fist Qi-Gathering Technique started working in an instant, and Chen Zhian's arms were immediately filled with blood and energy.

He took a step forward, squatted down, and grabbed the center pillar of the stone table with one hand.

"rise!"

Under the long robe, Chen Zhian's left arm was muscular, with blue veins exposed, and his skin and fascia were a little red.

But who would have thought that he could lift the stone table weighing four or five hundred kilograms with one hand!
After ten full breaths, Chen Zhian put down the stone table. Apart from some dust raised on the ground, the stone table was not bumped or touched and was still intact.

"My arms are probably strong enough to hold 1,500 kilograms!"

Chen Zhian frowned, he was really confused.

"It is said in the Great Snow Mountain Qigong Post that ordinary people can cultivate and cultivate their Qi and temper themselves. When their Qi cultivation is perfected, they can gain a gravity of more than a thousand kilograms."

"I can lift a stone table weighing 400 to 500 kilograms with one hand, and still have enough strength to put it down gently. My arms have at least 1,500 kilograms of strength. With the blood and energy flowing through my body, I should be able to carry 2,500 kilograms of weight."

"Besides, my Qi cultivation realm is not yet perfect, there is still room for improvement... Could it be that the Great Snow Mountain Qi-cultivation Post was written wrong?"

Chen Zhian thought about this, then shook his head and a smile appeared on his face.

"The one who wrote the Great Snow Mountain Gathering Qi Post was Shafo Hou. Even if Shafo Hou was still young at the time, he would not have made a mistake."

"It seems that I am not an ordinary person." Chen Zhian's eyes lit up: "Am I a genius?"

He immediately remembered the red ginger he drank every day, and the Huangzhong Xingqi Decoction and Xuefu Zhuyu Powder he drank as water.

Plus, he visualized Nan Liu Jing every day...

This is not something that ordinary people can have.

When he thought of this, he felt relieved, and the picture of Jade Capital in the sky slowly unfolded in his mind.

In a blink of an eye, the light from Nan Liujing in Baiyujing fell down and condensed into a human figure that fell into Kunlun Lake.

Chen Zhian walked in the rich red and orange Kunlun spiritual energy of Kunlun Lake.

His eyes, framed by light, were full of brilliance.

"Ten red gingers are connected, and with the cleansing and nurturing of the red orange spiritual energy, a new spiritual medicine has grown."

(End of this chapter)