In the midst of the stalemate, Lin Shuyou's eyes began to bulge, clearly about to open his Shuping.
Evidently, in the matter of wanting to beat up Three-eyed, the child and Ah You were in agreement.
Zhao Yi: "Can't take it, huh? Still want to fight two-on-one? If you don't let go, I'll call, I really will call, Tan Wenbin!!!"
Lin Shuyou quickly withdrew his hands.
Zhao Yi seized the opportunity to press back and pinned Lin Shuyou onto the back seat.
Immediately, Zhao Yi stuck his head out of the car window and continued shouting in the direction where Tan Wenbin was looking:
"Tan Wenbin, are you ready or not? We're in a hurry to leave!"
...
Mr. Tian sat in the newly cultivated medicine field, the wheelchair inconvenient for work, so he used the wooden clogs below his hands to move around.
Opposite him, the boy and the girl squatted there, planting.
The boy had rich theoretical knowledge, but when it came to combining it with practice, he often came to ask Mr. Tian questions, and every question he asked was very crucial. Some things he knew should be done but didn't understand why.
Gradually, the boy stopped asking questions and began planting in an orderly manner.
Mr. Tian felt sentimental, this boy was like his own master when he was young, smart and quick to learn anything.
But when he had just tidied up a plot, ready to roll a smoke to numb the phantom pain on his body, he was shocked to find that the boy and girl had completed nearly three times as much as he did in the same timeframe.
Even if they were two people, they were novices, yet the two of them achieved three times his efficiency, how could this be possible?
Mr. Tian instinctively thought it was young people rushing for credit and being fast, which was a common flaw of young people, easy to lose patience in work, so he prepared to crawl over and provide some guidance.
When he arrived at the plot, upon closer observation, Mr. Tian found that the boy and girl planted flawlessly, even more appropriately and precisely than his own planting.
The different medicinal herb combinations in each small area seemed naturally perfect and appropriate, able to achieve a natural complement in medicinal properties during their growth.
How on earth was this done?
Startled, Mr. Tian began observing the boy and girl's planting method.
The girl used a small shovel to dig soil, made pits, then planted seeds or saplings, and the boy was responsible for covering with soil.
Digging pits, placing seeds, covering soil, seamlessly, continuously looping.
Clearly they were planting spiritual medicine, yet they created the impression of planting beans.
But despite it being so simple, they planted without a single issue.
Mr. Tian confusedly looked around, no, there must be an issue, just one he couldn't see.
Mr. Tian activated Walking Yin.
In Walking Yin state, he saw that every time the boy covered the soil, he would casually make corresponding adjustments to the Feng Shui of that area.
Regardless of what you are planting, it always needs "favorable weather conditions," and the boy was artificially creating favorable conditions for it.
"Master, you are right, he truly is not human!"
Li Zhiyuan seemed to sense something, turned around, snapped his fingers, forcing Mr. Tian to awaken from the Walking Yin state.
"Don't casually walk yin here in the Peach Forest, it's easy to unintentionally hurt yourself."
"Yes..."
"And don't imitate my method to be lazy, because only I can alter and use the Feng Shui here in the Peach Forest. If you do so, it will bring trouble."
"Yes..." Mr. Tian's mouth was full of bitterness, his heart somewhat flattered.
Listen, he even specially reminded me not to do so, as if I truly had the ability to do it.
At nightfall, Mr. Tian pushed his wheelchair back to Li Sanjiang's house for dinner.
Li Sanjiang enjoyed drinking and chatting with him, gradually, Mr. Tian also grew fond of this feeling.
He didn't understand what the master referred to as Luck, he only thought chatting with this elder who is even older than himself felt very comfortable and relaxed, not even phantom pains would occur during this time.
Li Zhiyuan wasn't in a hurry to return, instead, he let Alii sit and rest in the yard, while he himself walked into the depths of the Peach Forest under the still dim night sky.
Unlike last time when Zhao Yi came in and only saw a vague black shadow, Li Zhiyuan saw Qing'an holding a wine jar, looking free-spirited and dashing.
Qing'an: "You arrived much later than I expected."
Li Zhiyuan: "I came to thank you for allowing me to establish a medicine garden here."
Qing'an: "When did I agree to that? I'm not opposing it now, but maybe in a few days or after some time, when they start to grow, I will directly clean them all out."
Also, you took the easy path, altered the Feng Shui around me chaotically, and were too lazy to set up an Array to fix it, hoping I'll keep helping you maintain this medicine garden?"
"Hmm."
"Haha, come on, trade, I'm waiting for joy."
Li Zhiyuan: "I am not Wei Zhengdao."
Qing'an: "That's not enough, it's gotten bland and dry. At first, when you said that, I found it interesting, now, it doesn't stir me anymore."
Li Zhiyuan: "I know, you gave Zhao Yi a gift."
Qing'an: "He's not here anymore, is he?"
Li Zhiyuan: "No, he's indeed not, he's gone far away."
Qing'an: "Understandable, who can resist such temptation?"
Li Zhiyuan took out a Black Skin Book from his pocket.
"Eh?"
The boy tapped lightly on the book cover, releasing the Seal, peach blossom fragrance began to permeate.
"He sealed the fragrance right in front of you, you should be able to tell from the concentration of this fragrance, ever since the Seal was applied, it hasn't been opened again.
He handed me this book, he didn't flip through a single page."
Once, Qing'an gave Li Zhiyuan a book, the Black Skin Book written by Wei Zhengdao himself using Buddha Skin Paper, the pages delicate with a Buddhist sandalwood aroma.
As for the book given to Zhao Yi, it was a replica carefully copied by Qing'an himself.
But the secret techniques recorded are the same; Li Zhiyuan had checked, with no omissions and no forgery.
Theoretically, this was indeed a true copy. If Zhao Yi opened this book, he could attempt to learn the secret technique, and with Zhao Yi's talent, he would likely learn it.
However, he didn't do so, instead during lunch he casually took this book out of his pocket and tossed it to him.
After tossing it, he continued to bury his head competing for food with Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou.
At this moment, the boy threw the black-covered book towards where Qing'an was.
The book landed at Qing'an's feet.
Qing'an stared intently at the book, without moving his gaze.
Li Zhiyuan spoke:
"I am not the Wei Zhengdao of the past, and he... is not the you of the past either."
