Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

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"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Sister Xue'er!"

Qian Renxue took the ring and looked down at it for a while.

She did not refuse and held out her hand for Ning Rongrong to put it on for her.

The ring is just right, not too tight and not too loose.

"Thank you, Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong smiled but said nothing.

As night deepened, the moon rose high in the sky, its gentle light bathing the entire courtyard, as if someone had laid a silver veil across the heavens.

Jin Chen had already dozed off at the table, and Yan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as well.

Ning Rongrong leaned on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder, half asleep and half awake.

Dugu Yan and Hu Liena were still talking in hushed tones, their voices growing softer and softer.

Chapter 290 The Four Seasons

Ling Feng stood up, walked to the center of the courtyard, and looked up at the moon.

Qian Renxue followed him out and stood beside him.

The two stood side by side, neither of them speaking for a moment.

After a while, Qian Renxue turned her head to look at him.

"What are you thinking?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"I'm wondering if we'll still be here next Mid-Autumn Festival."

Qian Renxue thought for a moment.

"Will do."

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, life returned to normal.

Ling Feng started going to a small courtyard in the east of the city every day.

That courtyard is where Tang San and Ah Yin lived.

Ah Yin planted some flowers and plants in the yard, which were in full bloom in autumn. Chrysanthemums were blooming all over the yard, yellow, white and purple, crowding together in a lively scene.

Ah Yin sat quietly on the veranda, mending an old garment. Every now and then, she would glance up at her son before lowering her head to continue her work.

Tang San came out of the house and saw Ling Feng standing at the door. After a moment of silence, he nodded to him.

Ling Feng nodded as well.

Tang San didn't let Ling Feng into the house, but he stood in the courtyard for a while, looking at the flowers and plants and the curtains swaying gently in the sunlight.

Ah Yin put down her needlework, stood up, and walked to Tang San's side, as if she were shielding him from the setting sun.

She said, "Little sister, the Holy Son has come to see you."

Tang San stood there, head down, saying nothing and not moving away.

The next day, when Ling Feng went there again, Tang San was waiting for him at the gate of the courtyard.

Tang San said, "I want to learn cultivation from you."

Ling Feng looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

What do you want to learn?

Tang San thought for a moment.

"How to become stronger."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"it is good."

He didn't ask any more questions, and Tang San didn't say anything more either.

That afternoon, Ling Feng stayed in the courtyard and taught Tang San how to sense soul power and how to guide it to circulate in his meridians.

Tang San studied very diligently, with almost no distractions.

Ah Yin sat on the veranda, watching quietly without disturbing anyone.

In the days that followed, Ling Feng would visit that small courtyard every few days.

Tang San learned very quickly. It was as if he had always known those things, but he just needed someone to help him remember them.

He didn't ask about the origin of those memories, and Ling Feng didn't tell him either.

When winter came, the martial spirits were all covered in a heavy snow.

The branches of the old locust tree in the yard were covered with snow, as if it were wearing a thick winter coat.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue stood under the eaves watching the snow, while Jin Chen had already built a snowman in the courtyard, with Ning Rongrong helping out.

Dugu Yan and Hu Liena came out of the house and couldn't help but laugh when they saw the snowman's crooked shape.

Looking at them, Ling Feng suddenly felt that this kind of life was pretty good.

Everything was peaceful and uneventful, nothing major happened, and every day brought a new sunrise and sunset.

Tang San was struggling with the snowman when Ah Yin stood by the door and softly called him to have some snacks.

Laughter echoed from afar, carrying far across the snow-covered landscape.

And so the days went by.

When spring came again, the old locust tree in the yard sprouted new buds, and its yellow-green leaves swayed gently in the wind.

Ling Feng sat on the veranda, Qian Renxue leaned on his shoulder with her eyes closed, and the warm sunlight shone on the two of them.

The sky in the distance was very blue, with a few clouds drifting slowly, as if they were in no hurry to get there.

Ling Feng closed his eyes, listening to the wind in the courtyard. In the distance, he could faintly hear the laughter of children, which drifted away in the spring breeze.

He felt Qian Renxue's fingers gently resting on the back of his hand, warm to the touch.

He grasped that hand, without opening his eyes, and a slight smile curved his lips.

He didn't speak, because there was nothing he absolutely had to say.

He just felt that the moment was good, and that it would be good to continue like this.

After winter passed in Wuhun City, spring arrived unusually quietly.

The sycamore trees outside the city first sprouted tiny buds the size of rice grains, and then changed every day, growing full of new leaves in less than half a month, their green leaves translucent.

The sunlight shines on it, and even the air is tinged with a faint green hue.

The old locust tree in the courtyard of the offering hall has also sprouted new branches. The tender leaves on the branches are fuzzy, as if they have just woken up from hibernation and have not yet fully unfolded.

Ling Feng sat on the veranda, holding a book in his hand. The pages were yellowed and the edges were frayed.

He didn't turn the page; he just stared blankly at the tree canopy in the distance, illuminated by the sunlight.

Qian Renxue came out of the offering hall and sat down beside him. After a moment, she asked, "What are you looking at?"

Ling Feng glanced down at the book in his hand, as if he had just remembered that he was holding a book.

"I didn't see anything."

As he spoke, he closed the book and placed it on his lap, his gaze returning to the new greenery in the courtyard.

"I just feel that spring came particularly early this year."

Qian Renxue followed his gaze and saw the old locust tree in the courtyard swaying gently in the wind. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden scattering on the ground.

That afternoon, Ling Feng went to the small courtyard in the east of the city.

Tang San was practicing his skills in the courtyard. His movements were much smoother than they had been a few months ago, as if those moves had always been part of his body.

Ling Feng stood at the courtyard gate for a while without speaking. Only after Tang San stopped his attack did Ling Feng speak.

"There has been progress."

Tang San turned around and looked at him, nodded, and didn't say anything more.

Ah Yin brought out a bowl of water from inside the house, handed it to Tang San, glanced at Ling Feng, and gave a slight bow.

Ling Feng walked into the courtyard and sat down on the stone bench.

How's your soul power lately?

Tang San thought for a moment.

"It's more stable than before."

Ling Feng nodded and tapped the edge of the stone table lightly with his fingertip.

"Want to try it out in real combat?"

Tang San looked at him and remained silent for a while.

"Who are we going to fight?"