Sister Yue: [After the nine thunder tribulations, there is the Yang God]
Luo Qingzhou quickly said: [Sister Yue, what is your cultivation level now? Are you almost to Yangshen? Is it convenient to tell me? 】
Sister Yue: [It’s still early]
Luo Qingzhou saw that she seemed unwilling to say it clearly, so he could only say: [Sister Yue, look, do I have a chance to go to Yangshen? 】
Sister Yue: [Yes]
Luo Qingzhou immediately said: [How long will it take? 】
Sister Yue: [I don’t know]
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a while, and then said: [Sister Yue, I took her to see a senior monk for treatment today. The eminent monk told me that the only way to cure her was to have a warrior with the Martial God realm and a soul cultivator with the Yang God realm to work together to treat her. In this case, perhaps her disease can be completely cured]
After a long time.
The source replied: [It’s much more difficult than my method]
Luo Qingzhou: [But, at least she is still her]
Sister Yue: [Then I wish you success]
Luo Qingzhou paused and said: [Sister Yue, can you help me? I can pay any price]
The message was not replied to again.
Luo Qingzhou waited for a while and put away the summons.
After lying on the couch for a while, he got up and walked to the desk in front of the window. He looked at the sun and moon mirror above and murmured: "It seems that I can only rely on myself. And, I rely on you."
If those few medicines are enough, plus the Buddha's light relic, the second lady can still survive for two years.
In these two years, he has two paths to take.
One way is to practice hard by yourself and rely on the Sun and Moon Mirror, maybe you can succeed.
After he was promoted, the Sun and Moon Mirror had a mutation, and the spiritual fluid produced became even more powerful, allowing him to quickly break through to the middle stage of the martial arts realm.
Then, it is very likely that the treasure mirror will undergo two or three mutations.
The Sun and Moon Mirror once absorbed his blood, and perhaps could sense his cultivation and the energy he needed, so it mutated according to his current cultivation.
So there are opportunities on this road.
The second way is to continue looking for those hidden martial arts and Yangshen masters.
As long as he can find it, he has so many books in his mind, and he may be able to get their help. After all, he has already practiced it, and those books are indeed very useful to masters.
Also, when he reaches a certain level of cultivation, maybe he can also rely on those scriptures and stories to practice.
In that case, the cultivation speed will be faster.
It is better to seek help from others than from yourself.
Anyway, there are still two years left, so he must at least give it a try.
With the decision in his mind, he felt a little more relaxed, and at the same time, he was full of motivation.
He decided that if he had time in two days, he would inquire about nearby sects or boxing gyms, become a master, and practice with other warriors.
In that case, it would definitely be much faster than practicing alone at home.
At the same time, there is no need to worry about mental methods and exercises.
Outside the window, the sun was setting and it was already dusk.
A girl in a light green dress, holding a sword, stood silently under the pear tree in the courtyard for an unknown length of time.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then said: "Chanchan, come in and help my uncle study ink."
The girl under the tree glanced at him, hesitated again, and walked towards the house.
Luo Qingzhou went over and opened the door and waited at the door. When she walked to the door, he quickly said: "Don't move, I will help you take it off."
As he spoke, he squatted down, picked up her slender calves, and helped her take off her shoes.
Then he suddenly took off her stockings while she wasn't paying attention.
A chill came over me immediately!
Luo Qingzhou quickly took out another pair of snow-white socks from the storage bag and helped her put them on. He raised his head and said, "These are specially made for you. I wanted to give them to you last time, but you refused. Put them on, don't I failed to live up to my uncle’s good intentions.”
After saying that, he lowered his head and helped her take off the shoe and sock on the other foot, and then put on the new sock.
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 want to draw your sword to kill me, Chanchan, is there anyone like you?"
Xia Chan still held the sword and looked at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou turned around and entered the room, saying, "Come in and help my uncle study ink."
Xia Chan followed him in and said coldly behind him: "Give it back to me."
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and asked with confusion on his face: "What else can I give you?"
Xia Chan stretched out her little hand and looked at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, spread out his hands and said, "What on earth is it? My uncle didn't seem to take anything from you, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the pair of snow-white socks that had just been taken off her feet suddenly fell from his wide cuffs.
The air suddenly became very quiet.
Luo Qingzhou picked it up from the ground with a calm expression, put it directly into his storage bag, and said: "Chanchan, I will help you wash it before returning it to you."
After saying that, he ignored her, walked to the table, sat down, took a piece of rice paper, spread it out, tapped the table with his fingers, and ordered: "Grind ink."
Xia Chan stared at him from behind, puffing up her cheeks, then walked over, picked up the ink block, and slowly started grinding the ink.
After grinding it for a few times, she couldn't help but said: "I took a shower and just changed it."
Luo Qingzhou picked up the pen and said: "It's okay, I like to help you wash it. By the way, what books does the eldest lady like to read?"
Xia Chan was stunned for a moment, lowered her head, two blushes appeared on her pretty fair face, and whispered: "I don't know you."
After saying that, he lowered his head even more tightly, with a look of inferiority on his face.
She didn't know much about literacy, and she didn't recognize any of the books she read.
Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen in the ink and said, "It's okay. I'll choose 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 my uncle's place for an hour every night, and I will teach you how to read, okay?"
Xia Chan lowered her head to study the ink and remained silent.
Luo Qingzhou didn't say any more, looked away, looked at the rice paper in front of him, and began to write the "Heart Sutra".
Soon, the entire "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" was finished.
He dried the ink and was about to put it away when Xia Chan suddenly whispered: "Can you write a poem for Miss?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned when he heard this, looked at her and said, "Does she like poetry?"
Xia Chan avoided his gaze, lowered her head and said, "Miss, I have read all your poems."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned, pondered for a moment, dipped his pen in ink, and said, "Then write a poem."
After hesitating for a moment, he wrote: "Jianjia is green and white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water..."
After finishing the whole poem, he dried the ink, picked up the rice paper and said: "Chanchan, remember to make it clear to the eldest lady first that this poem is actually a poem containing philosophy. The beautiful woman in it can be a talented person. , friends, can also be achievements, ideals, and prospects. As for why the word [Jianjia] was used, it was just a coincidence. I hope she doesn't mind, let alone think that I am deliberately offending her, do you hear me?"
Xia Chan took the rice paper and said, "Oh."
Luo Qingzhou saw her looking at the pen and ink on the paper, a little confused, and said: "Let me read it to you."
As he spoke, he read the entire poem slowly.
Xia Chan's eyes moved when she thought of three of them "Jianjia".
After reading the entire poem, a rare softness appeared on her face, and she whispered: "It sounds so good..."
She didn't understand the meaning, but it felt very comfortable and pleasant to her ears.
Especially when he pronounced those two words.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "Chanchan, if you say something nice, just smile and show it to me, okay?"
Xia Chan woke up, and her pretty face turned cold instantly. She took the rice paper, turned around and left. When she was at the door, she made a sound from her mouth: "Humph!"
Luo Qingzhou walked to the window, watched her go out of the house, walked into the courtyard, and shouted: "Chanchan, remember to come and study every day."
Xia Chan ignored him and left quickly, disappearing outside the gate soon.
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 Yanxue from Qingyun Temple, you must pay some price.
Xia Chan took the "Heart Sutra" and "Jian Jia" and returned to the Lingchan Moon Palace.
at this time.
The sun has set.
As night falls, a bright moon rises in the sky.
In the pavilion in the back garden, Qin Jianjia was dressed in a snow-white dress, sitting there quietly, looking at the moon and meditating.
There is also a back garden with many flowers, plants and trees.
But there are no ponds and green lotuses.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink skirt and was squatting in the flowers nearby, squinting her eyes and sniffing the flowers that had just bloomed today. Her pretty pink face was full of expressions of enjoyment.
Xia Chan walked in from the round door. When he passed behind her, she quickly stood up and said, "Chanchan, did I take the opportunity to bully you?"
Xia Chan ignored her, walked to the pavilion, handed the rice paper in her hand to Miss Qin, and said, "He gave it back to Miss Qin and wrote a poem."
As soon as these words came out, Bai Ling immediately ran over, stretched his neck, opened his eyes wide, and leaned over to take a look.
Qin Jianjia was slightly startled, took it in her hand, and read the "Heart Sutra" first, and then her eyes fell on the poem.
Bai Ling suddenly read out in a crisp voice: "Jianjia is green, and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. If you follow it back, the road is long and blocked. If you follow it, you will be in the middle of the water. Jianjia is luxuriant, and the white dew is still fresh. . The so-called beauty is in the meadow of the water... The white dew is not gone when you pick the jianjia. The so-called beauty is in the river of the water..."
After reading, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Chanchan, is this what my uncle wrote to the young lady on his own initiative?"
Qin Jianjia was startled, then raised her head and looked at her.
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, lowered her head and said, "Yes."
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Did my 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 his face: "Didn't my uncle say anything? He just wrote such a poem and asked you to send it over?"
Xia Chan nodded.
There was suddenly silence in the pavilion.
After a while, Bai Lingfang murmured: "Miss, the title of this poem is called Jian Jia, and there are three Jian Jia in it, and it seems to be a poem asking for love, bah bah bah, it's not a plea for love, it's a love poem. My uncle, he ...What does he mean?"
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