Wang Hanlan still had doubts when she came back to greet the old lady. After thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a long time since she had written to the Wang family.
Wang Hanlan thought of the coachman who was similar to Liang Cai, and started to write to Aunt Lu asking about Wang Hanwei's situation.
Qi Yuan quickly drove out of the city to the courtyard. He sent Tan Che and his family to the courtyard before walking back to Qi Yuan.
"My uncle is back and boiled hot water. Please wash up first." Xiaolan said holding the kettle.
Qi Yuan nodded and washed his face. The journey was dusty, tiring and dirty.
Wang Hanwei changed her clothes and took the dishes and said, "Let's eat first."
Wearing a goose-yellow dress, Wang Hanwei became more and more gentle. Qi Yuan washed his hands and nodded.
Xiaolan snickered when she saw Qi Yuan's expression, and her uncle was stunned.
888 washed his hands and entered the room. He saw Xiaolan's expression and smiled but said nothing. It was probably because he was not used to seeing the young lady.
"Winter is coming soon, and the weather is also cold. Let Wangcai take you to the capital for a walk and some rest some other time."
Qi Yuan held the book in his hand and said when he saw Wang Hanwei entering the room.
Wang Hanwei put down the teapot and nodded, "I made some tea."
Qi Yuan nodded and put down the book in his hand, picked up the tea cup and tasted it. It was slightly sweet in the mouth and had a refreshing fragrance aftertaste. It was a good tea.
"Although there are many powerful people in the capital, there is no need to be afraid." Qi Yuan put down his teacup and said warmly.
Wang Hanwei took a sip of tea and nodded, and soon the room became silent. Wang Hanwei raised her head and looked at Qi Yuan, only to see Qi Yuan sitting by the window, engrossed in reading.
Wang Hanwei was a little puzzled by this effort, "Are there any immortals who don't understand?"
Qi Yuan came to his senses after hearing this, "Immortals also need to learn."
Wang Hanwei nodded. The room was really quiet. Wang Hanwei picked up the teacup and found that she had finished all the tea.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Hanwei mustered up the courage to speak, "Can I take the pill Qingyuan mentioned now?"
Qi Yuan put down the book in his hand and walked to the table with a smile and took a snack. "Of course, it will be fine after taking the pill. It is no different from a normal pregnancy."
Wang Hanwei saw that Qi Yuan's expression was as usual. This matter was just a common thing in Qi Yuan's mouth. Such a plain tone made Wang Hanwei relax.
Wang Hanwei saw that Qi Yuan had picked up the book again and was engrossed in reading, so she stopped disturbing him. She had just taken the elixir today, so there was already a little life in her belly.
Wang Hanwei touched her belly and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
However, it seems that as Yaxing said, the suburbs are really a place far away from right and wrong.
Everything has calmed down since they arrived in the capital. However, as the New Year passed, they saw winter go away little by little.
Qi Yuan sat in the yard and looked at the sprouting branches with a slightly relaxed expression.
888 took a chair and sat next to Qi Yuan. He propped his chin and looked at the stream outside the yard in a daze, wondering if he could catch fish this year.
Qi Yuan put down the book in his hand. She has read most of the books in the library, but now she has read many more but still has no clue.
There was something wrong with her skills, and she would lose her cultivation after practicing to a certain level, but Qi Yuan couldn't figure out what the problem was.
Now that her soul was damaged, she didn't dare to gamble easily without solving the problem of the technique. She could only rely on the gift of heaven from the mission to repair her soul first.
But logically speaking, her cultivation was gone and her physical body was destroyed. Even if her soul remained, she should have lost all her strength. But this was what puzzled her.
Although her soul was damaged, she was still able to use the power of her soul. Even as her soul recovered, the power she could use was also restored. This doesn't look like a rebuild at all.
Especially when she fought against Tianjun, the power in her soul was barely enough to fight, which made Qi Yuan himself begin to wonder whether she had lost her cultivation.
It was obviously a self-disciplined cultivation, but she could feel that the power of the soul was getting stronger. Could it be that the dispersed cultivation spirit nourishes the soul?
What is the problem with this technique? If she really nourished her soul, she couldn't just inexplicably abandon her cultivation every time, right? Qi Yuan couldn't find the problem with the technique, let alone have any clue, but at least it didn't seem to be a big problem now. When her soul recovered and recast her body, at worst, she would have to start practicing again if she couldn't figure it out.
Even if she lives in another world for hundreds of years, she can still settle the score with Gou Tianjun.
After figuring this out, Qi Yuan, who had become impatient because he knew the truth, completely calmed down.
However, just when Qi Yuan calmed down and wanted to enter the house, he felt the approaching breath. It was no coincidence that he was rushing to send merit.
Qi Yuan turned the hand holding the book and picked up the melon seeds on the table.
888 felt Qi Yuan's hand on his shoulder and turned around.
"Wangcai, go ask the world's Heavenly Dao if you want to save someone's life." Qi Yuan smiled.
I have to say that the development of the Great Zhou Dynasty was still very open, at least there was a lot of imported food.
The melon seeds I bought during the Chinese New Year are perfect for watching a show.
888 was stunned for a moment, and soon felt a group of people approaching.
Qi Yuan held the melon seeds on his toes and reached the roof with a slight jump. He watched the two groups fighting in the distance with interest.
888's eyes lit up and he picked up two cushions. He put down the cushions and sat on the roof with Qi Yuan, cracking melon seeds and watching the show.
"Sir, isn't this Zhao Yichen the biological son of Tiandao? Why is he being hunted every day?" 888 asked, smacking melon seeds and looking at Zhao Yichen who was escaping.
Qi Yuan clicked his tongue when he saw Zhao Yichen was stabbed on the arm again, "Maybe it's because Xu Yin killed his luck, so I've been a bit unlucky recently. I'm going to block it with a sword, it's harmful~"
Qi Yuan grabbed another handful of melon seeds and was really disgusted when she saw Zhao Yichen's busy swordsmanship. This was the most unlucky child she had ever seen.
The Way of the World: Can I be a human being? Ancestors!
888 nonchalantly finished knocking the melon seeds in his hand and then used his consciousness to operate the dialog box.
888: Dear, our mission does not include bodyguard services. Do you want to purchase the sword-drawing assistance service for a limited time?
The Heavenly Way of the World: ...I have sent you any services you want, but you can save them!
888: Dear, please pay the bill first, otherwise it will be difficult to arrange thugs here.
888 was talking happily, when suddenly a thunder exploded in the clear sky, making 888 tremble with fright.
888: The thug's mood became frightened due to the intimidation. I'm afraid he can't complete this task.
Another thunder sounded, and the thunder was so scary that it seemed like it could hit 888 in the next moment.
But the world's heavenly law has no choice. This task does not include protecting the Son of Luck. They are only responsible for eliminating and reducing the impact of anomalies on the world.
As for the Son of Destiny, if he dies, it would be better to replace him with another one.
It’s just that the world’s Heavenly Dao said, is the Son of Destiny so easy to replace? Don’t you want to cultivate merit and luck? Isn't that money?
In the end, between choosing a son of luck and paying someone to save his life, Tiandao chose to spend his merits to hire a thug.
After all, a world's luck is more precious than merit.
