Chapter 354

Sister Yue: [After nine thunder tribulations, it is Yang Shen]

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: [Sister Yue, what is your current level of cultivation? Are you close to Yang Shen? Can you tell me? ]

Sister Yue: [It’s still early]

Seeing that she seemed unwilling to speak clearly, Luo Qingzhou could only say: [Sister Yue, do you think I have a chance to reach Yang Shen? ]

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 could only say: [Sister Yue, I took her to see a monk for treatment today. The monk told me that the only way to cure her is to need a warrior with the realm of martial god and a soul cultivator with the realm of Yang Shen to work together to help her treat her. In this way, perhaps her disease can be completely cured]

After a long time.

The message came back: [It's much harder 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 didn't come back.

Luo Qingzhou waited for a while and put away the message.

After lying on the couch for a while, he got up and walked to the desk in front of the window, looking at the Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror on it, muttering: "It seems that I can only rely on myself. And, rely on you."

If those few medicines are enough, plus the Buddha's light relic, the second lady can still support for two years.

In these two years, he has two ways to go.

One way is to practice hard by himself, relying on the Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror, maybe he can succeed.

When he was promoted, the Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror had a mutation, and the spiritual liquid produced was even more powerful, allowing him to quickly break through to the middle stage of the martial artist.

Then, it is very likely that the mirror will undergo a second or third mutation.

The Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror had absorbed his blood, and perhaps it could sense his cultivation and the energy he needed, so it mutated according to his current cultivation.

So this path also has a chance.

The second path is to continue looking for those hidden martial gods and Yang God masters.

As long as he can find them, he has so many books in his mind, and perhaps he can get their help. After all, he has practiced, and those books are indeed very useful for masters.

Also, when he reaches a certain level of cultivation, perhaps he can also rely on those scriptures and stories to cultivate.

In that case, the cultivation speed will be faster.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

Anyway, there are still two years left, he must at least give it a try.

With a decision in his mind, he felt a little relieved, and at the same time, his heart was full of motivation.

He decided that when he had time in two days, he would go to inquire about the nearby sects or boxing gyms, worship a master, and practice with other martial artists.

In that case, it would definitely be much faster than practicing alone at home.

At the same time, he would not have to worry about the mental method and the technique.

Outside the window, the sun was setting and it was dusk.

A girl in a light green dress, holding a sword, stood silently under the pear tree in the yard. I don't know how long she had been standing there.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and said, "Chanchan, come in and help me grind ink."

The girl under the tree glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the house.

Luo Qingzhou went over and opened the door, waiting at the door. When she walked to the door, he hurriedly said, "Don't move, I will help you take it off."

As he said that, he squatted down, picked up her slender legs, and helped her take off her shoes.

Then he suddenly took off her stockings while she was not paying attention.

A chill suddenly hit me!

Luo Qingzhou quickly took out another pair of snow-white stockings from the storage bag, helped her put them on, and raised his head and said, "I made them specially for you. I wanted to give them to you last time, but you refused. Put them on, don't let your son-in-law down."

As he said that, he lowered his head to help her take off the shoes and socks on the other foot, and then put on the new stockings.

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 wanted 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 and went into the house, saying, "Come in, help your son-in-law grind ink."

Xia Chan followed in and said coldly behind him, "Give it back to me."

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and said with a puzzled look on his face, "What should I give you back?"

Xia Chan stretched out her little hand and looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, then spread his hands and said, "What is it? It seems that the uncle didn't take anything from you, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pair of snow-white silk stockings 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 calmly, put it directly into his storage bag, and said, "Chanchan, the uncle will help you wash it and return it to you."

After that, he ignored her, walked to the table and sat down, took a piece of rice paper and spread it out, tapped the table with his fingers, and ordered, "Grind the ink."

Xia Chan stared at him from behind, puffed up her cheeks, and then walked over, picked up the ink block, and slowly ground the ink.

After rubbing it for a few times, she couldn't help but said, "I took a shower and just changed."

Luo Qingzhou picked up the pen and said, "It's okay, the son-in-law likes to help you wash. By the way, what kind of books does the eldest lady like to read?"

Xia Chan was stunned for a moment, lowered her head, and two blushes climbed up on her fair face. She whispered, "I don't know him."

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: "The sky is green, the dew is like 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, it can also be about achievements, ideals, and prospects. As for why I used the word "Jianjia", it's just a coincidence. I hope she doesn't mind, let alone think that I mean to offend 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, her pretty face turned cold instantly, 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 here 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 find it in the middle of the water. Jianjia is luxuriant, and the white dew is still fresh. . The so-called beauty is in the river of water... The so-called beauty is in the river of 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 a poem like this and asked you to send it over?"

Xia Chan nodded.

There was suddenly silence in the pavilion.

After a long 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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