After drinking a bowl of dicine, my stomach was full, not hungry at all.
Li Zhiyuan went to the second floor first to find Grandma Liu.
"Awake?"
"Yes, awake."
Liu Yui didn't bla the young man for not taking care of his body anymore because she knew it well; the cost of overdraft during Walking Yin was nothing, and it could even be considered a blessing.
"Next ti, let that ng ng carry so herbs with her so she can brew them for you directly."
"Alright."
The herbs can be carried, but the brewing of the dicine shouldn't be left to her.
Given Yin ng's current chaotic understanding of toxic fog, Li Zhiyuan was worried that after drinking the dicine she brewed while unconscious, he might never wake up again.
"Take good rest."
"Yes, Grandma."
Going downstairs, he greeted Aunt Liu in the kitchen.
Aunt Liu was washing the pot used for brewing dicine, and Uncle Qin was there sharpening a kitchen knife.
"Hungry?" Aunt Liu asked with a mischievous smile.
"Not hungry anymore."
Uncle Qin put down the knife, reached out to pinch Li Zhiyuan's arm and leg, and said with so regret, "Not the right ti yet, but..."
Li Zhiyuan said, "Then wait for the right ti."
Practicing martial arts early would lead to underdeveloped bodies, especially with the Qin family's way of emphasizing the extraction of the body's potential.
Li Zhiyuan wasn't willing to resort to drinking poison to quench thirst. Since the river had prematurely pulled him onto the stage, hinting at an early demise, he wanted to grow in the most complete way.
Leaving the kitchen, he went to Alii's study.
There were a few more musical instrunts inside, a guzheng, and a guqin.
The instrunts had long since been brought in, but Alii hadn't played them for fear of disturbing the young man's rest.
At this mont, red and white cloths still covered the guzheng and guqin.
"Alii, I need to go back for a bit and finish so things, I'll co by tomorrow to chat with you, and you can teach how to play this."
The girl nodded.
Li Zhiyuan reached out to rub his temples, intending to leave, but then suddenly rembered sothing, turned back, and said:
"Almost forgot, need to say goodbye first."
Li Zhiyuan walked up to the girl and took her hand.
The girl didn't close her eyes; she thought the young man had just woken up and shouldn't be Walking Yin, and should pay attention to resting.
Li Zhiyuan reached out gently across her eyes, asking her to close them.
The next mont, Li Zhiyuan appeared in that flat house.
Facing the row of cracked ancestral tablets as usual.
But now, looking at these tablets, he had a completely different feeling compared to before.
Grandma Liu told him to consider himself as one of their own children.
Grandma Liu had said similar words before, but after all, his surna was Li, not Qin or Liu.
Despite having gone through an initiation ceremony, this door had never truly entered his heart and always held a barrier.
Previously, when he looked at these tablets, the connection was mostly through Alii.
The experience at the General's Tomb this ti had broken through this barrier for him.
He was still called Li Zhiyuan and had no blood ties with the Qin and Liu Families, but the concept of inheritance sotis surpassed blood relations.
The sa path, the sa road, the sa river.
Previously, they seed like portraits hung in a school hall of fa, but now, Li Zhiyuan felt they were his elders.
Turning around, facing the threshold.
The young man still felt very tired now, needing to use his hand to hold onto the doorfra when stepping over the threshold.
Then, he sat down on the threshold.
In the far distance ahead, there was a dense fog, so thick it couldn't be denser.
The young man leaned his head against the doorfra, weakly gazing at them, taking a few looks, and then closed his eyes, still tired, manageable in reality but getting sleepier during Walking Yin.
The young man with closed eyes facing the dense fog.
In the dense fog, silence prevailed, as if not daring to disturb at this mont.
The active appearance of the Corpse-Driving Daoist was itself not a prominent feature.
Primarily, everyone felt that it was the young man actively grabbing during that ti.
The form had actually changed.
It was no longer them bullying their way in, but the young man taking the initiative to demand repaynt.
Although Li Zhiyuan's purpose in doing this last ti was to conduct an experint.
But this act gave the impression of a kind of dominance belonging to the Dragon King.
Similar traits occasionally manifested in Liu Yui, and now, the young man had them too.
Half-awake, he opened his eyes, Li Zhiyuan stood up.
The thick fog ahead began to retreat with the young man's movents.
The young man gave it one last look, turned, and walked back into the threshold.
Those outside,
were the mud splashed underfoot by the elders on their past journeys, and also the guidance for Li Zhiyuan's future path.
But ultimately, they were things unworthy of impress.
Upon reopening his eyes, he returned to the study in reality.
Alii opened her eyes, looking at him.
He felt that her eyes had gained so liveliness, especially her eyelashes, which seed more lively than before.
Her willingness to reclaim the instrunts was also for this reason, because a tune needs a mood; endlessly playing her fears and sorrows wasn't very aningful and could only make the family feel sad upon hearing it.
Li Zhiyuan: "I did learn piano."
As a child, Li Lan took him to learn many things.
At that ti, he naively thought that as long as he learned quickly, his mom would be happy.
Reflecting now, this must have been Li Lan's way of testing.
She wanted to have a normal child, and after having one, she used various thods to prove that he was abnormal.
After leaving Grandma Liu's house, Li Zhiyuan first went to the affordable store.
But there was no one there.
Lu Yi said Yin ng wanted to buy so everyday clothes for Run Sheng, so she dragged him shopping.
Because he was at Grandma Liu's house, lying in Alii's room, they really had nothing to worry about and it wasn't convenient for them to visit; his companions could lead normal lives during this ti.
Apart from this, Lu Yi also told Li Zhiyuan that Tan Wenbin had just called and said that Tian ihong had been caught by her father.
Lu Yi didn't know who Tian ihong was, he was just relaying the ssage as he heard it.
Tan Wenbin was still on his way back to Jinling at this ti, and even when he returned to Jinling, he first had to send Zhou Yunyun for auditing; fearing that the journey would take too long and Brother Xiao Yuan might wake up, he first reported this piece of information.
Lu Yi sitting behind the counter now looked like a team intelligence relay station, a human voicemail.
Li Zhiyuan returned to his dorm room and saw an envelope on his desk.
Opening it, inside were a stack of photos.
The photos showed a scenic mountaintop with a small town in the foreground.
This wasn't iling Town; the sky at iling Town wasn't this clear.
The next photo showed a picture of Grandma Zhu and a painting of her hotown.
He was also in the photos, carried by Run Sheng, looking at the distant scenery from the shooting angle.
Even though he was already unconscious at the ti, his companions brought him to Grandma Zhu's hotown before leaving Zhangjiajie.
All he needed to do was give this envelope to Professor Zhu, and Grandma Zhu's last wish would be fulfilled.
Brother Hu and those three scoundrels were likely still in that water burial, unsure of life or death, probably dead, and even if alive, they couldn't get out.
They did find the "Jie Family Mansion" and went there.
In that ancient tomb, there was gold for them to excavate, Tan Wenbin had told him that his godfather was buried with gold and silver.
And Tian ihong was also captured.
Li Zhiyuan looked at the letter in his hand.
The three causal lines he created in the end had all been walked, they preemptively dug the channels, and the river graciously flowed in.
The experint was a success.
Li Zhiyuan sat weakly at his desk, gently tapping his fingers on it, his face still showing fatigue, but his eyes shone with a light:
"Co on, let's continue."
(End of Volu)
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