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Shen He lowered his eyes to look at Wang Que, his frosty hair cascading over his shoulders like moonlight: "Sink your Qi into your Dantian, and empty your spiritual realm."

In front of her, Wang Que was sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

Hear what Shen He said.

Wang Que bent his legs awkwardly, leaving a mark on the wooden floor. The wood was not as hard as his knee.

I followed Shen He's instructions, trying to sink my Qi into my Dantian and empty my mind.

But I can’t let it go at all.

Suddenly, a cool touch fell on my shoulder.

Turning around, Shen He was already standing behind him, his delicate fingertips touching his trembling shoulder blades:

"This place should be like a solitary cloud hanging over the wilderness."

The icy mist seeped into her skin from her fingertips, forcibly correcting her dislocated bones.

"Hiss, ice, ice, ice."

Wang Que sucked in a breath of cold air, and his back hit the embrace with the refreshing fragrance.

Shen He put his left hand around his waist, his palm pressed against his dantian: "Breathe with me."

The air from her breath brushed across the back of Wang Que's neck, causing him to tremble and his ears to turn red.

But he still focused his mind, felt the breathing beside his ears, and gradually adjusted as she did.

Wait until your breathing becomes regular.

Shen He brushed his right hand across Wang Que's back, his white fingers, with a cool touch, measuring every inch along the spine.

"Be still and feel what my fingertips are feeling."

As if sensing Wang Que's unusual movements, Shen He said coldly,

Wang Que quickly suppressed the throbbing in his heart and felt the cool touch on his back.

"Meditate to bring luck, and the energy will flow along this path."

Shen He, who was sitting behind Wang Que, seemed to be hugging him, with one hand pressing on Wang Que's dantian and the other hand constantly moving behind him, guiding Wang Que's luck route.

Shen He was completely unaware that this contact was beyond the bounds.

When it touched the seventh vertebra, Wang Que suddenly tensed his back.

She added more emphasis, puzzled, "This key point needs to be thoroughly understood."

This is the junction of the lowest cervical vertebra and the thoracic vertebra.

"Wait, Senior Sister! That's..."

Wang Que's tone changed at the end of his voice, and he grabbed Shen He's wrist in panic.

Warmth arose where their skin touched, and the wide sleeves of Bing Xi were startled so much that tiny frost flowers appeared.

The two of them were stunned at the same time. Amidst the crackling sound of the wick exploding, a subtle scent floated in the sandalwood.

Shen He was the first to pull his hand back, and the red rope flickered on his wrist.

The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on her silver hair, but it could not illuminate her slightly curled fingers - where a trace of body temperature still remained.

Wang Que also came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "Sorry, Senior Sister, this is the vital point, don't touch it lightly."

Wang Que ripped open his collar, revealing a golden star symbol behind his neck.

Shen He was stunned and a little confused.

Wang Que: "Anyway, this is my vulnerability. With Senior Sister's strength, I'm afraid she can crush me to death."

"You..." Shen He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, "I have already taught you the key points, you can practice it yourself."

Then he turned around and left Wang Que's room.

Soon, the sound of a door closing next door was heard.

...

Second bedroom.

The moment Shen He closed the door, his fingertips unconsciously touched the wrist that Wang Que had touched.

There was still the residual warmth of their skin touching each other, which was completely different from the cold and hard red rope.

As she leaned against the door, her black hair brushed across her collarbone, causing a slight shudder - this body, which should have been as silent as an ancient sword in a cold pond, now felt a strange feeling in its chest.

As early as when she was eating, she loosened the red rope that bound her soul, wanting to feel a different sensation.

Now, she seems to have...succeeded.

The candle was not lit, and the moonlight flowed through the window lattice onto the hem of her frosty white skirt.

She lowered her eyes to look at her palm, where the warm curve of the boy's waist and abdomen seemed to still linger.

As my fingertips measured his spine, his tense muscles left a tremor in the lines of my palm.

"Ah."

Shen He suddenly smiled.

It was as if the snow on the top of the mountain that never melted all year round was suddenly blown by the spring breeze, cracking into an undetectable crack.

"Junior brother, it's different."

She murmured to the void, the tail end of the sound lingering on her sleeves with the lingering scent of sandalwood, and countless emotions surged in her heart.

A strange itch spread from my heart to my throat. When I tried to pay attention, the red rope suddenly tightened and cut into my flesh.

It burst out with a halo, and a biting coldness came all over the body. Frost flowers climbed along the meridians, freezing the strange warm current that had just emerged inch by inch.

By the time her breathing became long and steady again, the lovely girl's eyebrows had returned to the cold jade of the past.

She flicked her finger to light the remaining candle on the table, and the flame illuminated the increasingly bright red rope around her wrist.

When the midnight bell rang, a figure sitting upright in meditation was projected onto the window paper, with frosted hair blending with the moonlight, leaving no ripples.

...

the next day,

Wang Que opened the door.

After meditating for a whole night, Wang Que not only did not feel physically tired, but instead felt refreshed, as if his whole body had been cleansed.

After stretching, Wang Que knocked on the door next door.

"Senior Sister, are you awake?"

After a while.

The door opened and Shen He walked out.

For some reason, Wang Que felt that Shen He was a little different today.

"Sister, we have nothing to do today. How about we go report to Grandma first, and then go out to see the scenery?"

Shen He nodded gently: "Okay."

"Then let's go out."

……

Yujingtai.

In order to welcome the Chef King Competition, the place has been decorated with a new look.

Shen He rarely saw such a scene of lights and decorations. As she walked along, she would stop from time to time and look around.

Wang Que didn't urge her and let her look around.

By the time we arrived at Grandma Ping's tea stall, it was almost noon.

As soon as he arrived here, Wang Que saw a tall figure drinking tea at a tea stall.

Grandma Ping sat beside him and kept him company.

Wang Que's eyes narrowed slightly, but he still walked over: "Grandma, I'm here."

Then he bowed slightly to the tall figure beside Grandma: "Guest Zhongli, long time no see. How come you feel like coming here for tea today?"

Grandma Ping ignored Wang Que and walked towards Shen He with a smile.

Zhongli raised his hand and pointed to the chair on the other side: "Sit down."

"Today is the preliminary round of the Chef King Competition. The hall master came to cheer for Xiangling and brought me along."

He explained casually.

Wang Que sat down and nodded slightly: "So it's already the preliminary round. I was saying I would cheer for Xiangling."

"The competition is still going on. It's a closed game. You'll still have time to go over there later." Zhongli said with a smile.

Wang Que shook his head: "Forget it, I don't know when it will end, and I still need to take my senior sister out for fun."

Just wait for the finals and forget about the preliminaries.

Zhongli smiled, his eyes gentle: "You seem to have changed a little, um... not as resistant to me anymore."

Wang Que shook his head slightly and glanced at Shen He beside him: "It was only because of my senior sister's enlightenment that I was able to examine my conscience. Otherwise, I would still be in confusion."

"I see. The immortal path values ​​the heart. It's a good thing that you can experience the journey of self-examination."

Zhongli nodded slightly and said,

"What do you think of Liyue now?"

Wang Que was stunned. Was he asking for advice? Or was he going to do something?

Without changing his expression, Wang Que pondered for a moment before speaking, "The Emperor's passing is undoubtedly a sad event, but it also brings new trends to Liyue."

"For three thousand seven hundred years, Liyue has thrived under the Emperor's protection, enduring many hardships. However, in recent years, it has become too cautious."

"This is a good thing, as stability means there won't be major disruptions. It's also a bad thing, as stability means it won't lead to major strides forward."

"And now, without the Emperor as its reins bearer, the Liyue carriage will either stop or remain stationary."

“Whether it’s a smooth road or a deep abyss, just let go and move forward.”

After a slight pause.

Wang Que added, "I don't know many of the current Seven Stars. I'm only familiar with Tianquan and Yuheng. Although they are both women, they are both very courageous."

"So, I am still optimistic about Liyue's future."

Wang Que finished speaking seriously.

In fact, there was one thing he didn't say.

That is... the Emperor is not really dead.

It’s almost like Liyue can only run wildly on a smooth road.

Falling into the abyss? Almost impossible.

Zhongli listened quietly and nodded slightly: "Good insight. I heard that Boss Wang's business is going to expand again?"

Wang Que smiled modestly and said, "It's all thanks to everyone. It's just a small business."

He didn't want to show off his wealth in front of Zhongli.

What if it becomes a new wallet?

He is not Tartaglia, so he can ask Pantalone for reimbursement.

"I've looked at your plantation, and it does seem to have regulated the earth's veins. However, don't expand it rashly," Zhongli said.

Wang Que looked at him doubtfully.

The earth veins are stable, isn’t that good?

Zhongli saw his confusion and said, "The surging earth veins will erase the memory within them and open up some blocked nodes."

"You've relaxed the earth veins, making them more stable. This will slow down the erosion of memory and reduce the impact of the earth veins."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Wang Que understood.

Turbulent earth veins are not necessarily a bad thing, but silted earth veins are a bad thing.