Chapter 156: Destiny 2 A ray of hope given to him by a destined person

Taoxi Village is located in a valley. Just as its name suggests, there are mountain streams and peach blossoms. The villagers here work from sunrise to sunset.

Li Yanze tied his arms, tied his black hair into a high ponytail, and walked back with a calm face, carrying a large wooden bucket full of water in one hand.

"This young man is really energetic."

The old man sitting on the edge of the field was stunned, watching Li Yanze's effortless appearance. The two large wooden barrels filled with water were half a person's height, and he didn't even use a shoulder pole...

"Morning, Uncle Feng!"

Li Yanze turned his head to look at the ridge of the field and greeted him loudly. His voice was clear without any sense of labored breathing. It sounded like a mountain stream splashing on shiny bluestone, pleasant and crisp.

"Hey, good morning. Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, don't tire yourself out!"

Li Yanze kept walking and answered seriously: "Not tired at all!"

Qi Youwei was in the front yard. The gate was a grass fence that just served as a demarcation of territory. It was only as high as Qi Youwei's waist. He was wearing a purple plain dress, with his hair loose. He looked at the young man with rosy cheeks and a bright look in his pockets.

Really strong.

Qi Youwei had no smile on his face. He looked up at him and greeted him as he walked. There was a group of children following Li Yanze, chattering all morning. It was hard to tell that this man was lying unconscious in a pool of blood the day before yesterday.

This is what a healthy body is like. Even if you are teased to the point of breathing your last breath, you will be full of energy again if you are given a chance to survive.

Feeling a dull pain in his chest, Qi You frowned slightly, held his chest and coughed muffledly. He sat down on a small wooden table nearby, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

After this ordeal, most of the strength in his hands and feet was lost. Qi You lowered his head slightly and subconsciously tightened the silver ring on his wrist. His phoenix eyes froze, and a sinister look quietly revealed itself.

"I came back from fetching water...what's wrong with you?"

Li Yanze walked leisurely, opened the gate and put the bucket next to the big vat, turned around and greeted Qi Youwei, but only saw him half-curled up.

Li Yanze came closer and saw Qi Youwei enduring the pain, smiling at him apologetically, his face turning blue.

"It's okay, it's just an old problem, it will get better as it passes."

This was not the first time Li Yanze had seen him like this, but this was the first time he had come close to him. In the past two days, whenever Qi You felt slightly uncomfortable, he would avoid him. Li Yanze guessed that he did not want to show his vulnerability to outsiders.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Li Yanze was at a loss as there was not a single spiritual energy on Qi Youwei's body. He was just a mortal, so he didn't dare to inject spiritual energy into him to relieve the pain.

Qi Youwei just shook his head, looked at him and smiled, then slowly put down his hand: "It's okay, don't worry about me." He subconsciously put his arm on the wooden table between them, his smile still as gentle, but with an obviously distant attitude.

Li Yanze looked at him worriedly, pursed his lips, and had to give him a few more instructions before turning around to fill the water tank. Qi Youwei sat in the yard, watching him skillfully use various tools to clean up the yard.

He was wearing a bamboo green plain robe that fluttered, and because he was wearing a shoulder binder, his forearms were exposed, his skin was ivory white, and his arms were firm and smooth. He looked like a young master from a wealthy family, but he worked very quickly and neatly, as if he had endless energy.

Soon there was nothing to do. Qi Youwei watched him wash his hands, put down his armband and walked towards him. Then he suddenly came to his senses. He had been sitting here watching Li Yanze for almost the whole morning...

"Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, and you must be tired."

Qi You smiled apologetically, but his eyes were slightly restrained and he didn't smile. Li Yanze thought it was nothing, poured two cups of tea, took his own cup and drank it.

"The bleeding has stopped a long time ago. My wound heals quickly. Don't worry."

Li Yanze also smiled, but his smile was completely sincere. His round eyes, mouth corners, and cheeks were all smiling.

"Brother Qi, although I practice Taoism, I am also quite knowledgeable in medicine. If you don't mind, I can help you take your pulse?"

Li Yanze would only speak in such a "formal" way when he felt uncomfortable, and his cautious demeanor was clearly visible while he was speaking.

Qi Youwei raised his eyes slightly and looked at his eyes that were as clear and bright as a mountain stream. His weak heart, which should not have had any movement except pain and fatigue, trembled inexplicably at this moment.

Qi You smiled faintly and stretched out his hand, but his hand was suspended in the air and not placed on the wooden table.

Li Yanze was overjoyed and immediately wiped the already clean table with his sleeves, then rubbed his hands together to warm them up before taking his pulse.

Medicine and science have been inseparable since ancient times. Although Li Yanze cannot be considered an expert, he is still much better than most ordinary doctors. It is possible that he cannot diagnose common diseases and serious illnesses.

But he couldn't figure out the problem at this time?

Li Yanze's confusion and embarrassment were written on his face. Qi Youwei glanced at him and said nothing more, just waiting quietly for him to finish taking his pulse.

Li Yanze switched to Qi Youwei's other hand, closed his eyes and calmed down to feel his pulse. The pulse was strong and powerful. Not only was there nothing wrong with it, but it sounded like the pulse of someone who had practiced martial arts for many years, so he should be very healthy.

He closed his eyes, and there was no expression on Qi Youwei's face, he even looked a little cold and sarcastic.

Li Yanze took a deep breath and separated out a tiny strand of golden spiritual power. This strand of spiritual power was thin and fine, but as lively and agile as its owner.

Qi Youwei watched coldly as the golden spiritual power separated from Li Yanze's brows. The cinnabar mole was bright red, and the golden spiritual power swayed lightly in the air, tickled the tip of Li Yanze's nose affectionately, and then flew in front of Qi Youwei.

The spiritual power lightly hooked his hair, swayed it left and right, and then gently flew into his heart.

Qi Youwei's eyes became alert for a moment, but soon a warm and comfortable feeling spread in his heart. The numb feeling in his heart made him couldn't help but frown and his fingers tremble slightly.

Li Yanze exhaled, and the golden spiritual power flew out quickly and returned to his sea of consciousness. Qi Youwei subconsciously tried to grasp the spiritual power, but only caught nothing.

"Strange, your heart disease doesn't seem like an ordinary illness, but it seems to be related to magic?"

Li Yanze subconsciously pinched the hair on his cheek, pondered for a while, stood up and walked around Qi Youwei, suddenly reached out and pinched his arm.

Qi Youwei's eyebrows jumped slightly. Although Li Yanze loosened his hand, it seemed as if there were still fingers pinching and rubbing it. He controlled himself and did not make a move.

"Oh, yes." Li Yanze clapped his hands, walked up to him, bent down and got close to him, his beautiful eyes looking at Qi Youwei's face so carefully.

"You are undoubtedly a mortal. You don't have the power to cultivate Taoism, and you have a heart disease. Logically, you can't practice martial arts and develop such a strong physique. But you have..."

Qi Youwei smelled a faint fragrance on him, which was the scent of fresh grass leaves.

"His cheeks are pale, his eyelids are slightly blue, his breathing is sluggish, and his lips and nails are cyanotic. Is this indeed a heart disease?"

Li Yanze simply looked, smelled, asked and felt the patient carefully. He sat back, grabbing his hair and looking at Qi Youwei in confusion.

"You're right. Although I have a heart disease, I can still use my fists and feet. As for the Taoist method, I don't understand."

Qi You spoke slowly and leisurely, and didn't seem disappointed that Li Yanze couldn't see anything.

"Don't worry. In the past, doctors, Taoist priests and monks looked at me and were helpless. They said I would not live past thirty, unless..."

Li Yanze frowned and looked at him worriedly. When he heard that he had another "unless", he immediately asked back, "Unless what?"

"Unless I wait for a destined person to come and bring me a glimmer of hope."

Qi You turned his head slightly to look at Li Yanze, seeing him in deep thought, and asked hesitantly.

"Then will that person be... me?"

Qi You smiled slightly and shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe they lied to me so that I wouldn't get angry and refuse to pay them the medical fees. They kept me alive until now with a breath of fresh air."

He slowly poured a cup of tea. This simple movement gave him a sense of elegance. His posture did not give off a sense of being a waiter at all, but rather a natural air of nobility.

"Human affairs are up and down, fate is unpredictable, it is better to take life and death lightly. Don't take it to heart." Qi You sighed lightly and pushed the teacup towards Li Yanze.

The breeze blew his hair, and he really looked indifferent to life and death.

Li Yanze took the teacup absentmindedly and drank the tea in one breath. He couldn't taste the quality of the tea, he just felt it was bitter and always poured out quickly.

"You're right. Fate is unpredictable." Li Yanze suddenly broke free from the depressed atmosphere and looked at Qi Youwei with a smile.

"What if what they say is true? You won't necessarily die."

After Li Yanze finished speaking, he patted his shoulder, turned around and ran back to the room in a hurry.

Qi Youwei didn't stop him. He just watched him run back into the house coldly and wiped his shoulders with his hand.

"Not necessarily die?" Qi You lowered his head slightly and watched the green tea swaying gently, whispering softly, but his tone was cold.

"I have found you, how can I die?"

There was a gentle spring breeze in the courtyard, and suddenly a bamboo leaf blew and was about to fall on the table in front of Qi Youwei. He reached out and pinched it, and the bamboo leaf turned into a paper sign.

Qi You unfolded the paper slightly, and faint traces of ink appeared on the back of the paper, and only the four words "Your Highness the Crown Prince" could be clearly seen.

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Li Yanze in the room was meditating with his eyes closed. The stagnant spiritual energy in his body could not flow through his meridians. Li Yanze was so anxious that he was sweating all over.

However, when looking inside his sea of consciousness, Li Yanze could see the golden elixir flowing with light in the center of his sea of consciousness, and a steady stream of golden spiritual energy was active.

Li Yanze was relieved, as his spiritual power was still abundant. But he couldn't use it, so he couldn't send a message to his master, nor could he use magic.

Li Yanze sat cross-legged on the couch, counting on his fingers as he thought. First of all, he ruled out the possibility that someone had drugged him, and that he had not entered the formation. He had not taken any random medicinal herbs or spiritual medicines...

Does that mean his injury hasn't healed yet?

Li Yanze felt relieved. He lifted up the hem of the clothes and looked at the condition of the wound. The high-level monster was still quite powerful. The wound would take at least half a month to heal.

It is unimaginable for mortals, but for a cultivator like him who was born with a golden elixir, it is very slow.

Li Yanze held up his face and thought about Qi Youwei for a while, feeling a little depressed.

He was such a kind scholar, he even saved his own life, he had such a gentle and peaceful temperament, yet he had such a disease.

Yes, ordinary people only see it as a heart disease, but Li Yanze knows what it is, but he just can't say it out loud.

The sky is missing.

There are people like him who are born with golden elixir, and there are people who are born with defective hearts.

Tianque was exactly like that: he should have grown up to have a unique physique, but someone cast a spell on him when he was still in the womb, causing this person who should have been a genius to have a damaged heart meridian, and not only would he be unable to enter the Tao, but he would also die early.

Such people are often very intelligent, deep-minded, and have a gloomy and violent temper. However, this disease cannot cause any emotional disturbance, and the slightest excitement will torture him to death.

But the more physically ill they are, the more upset they become, and the more upset they are, the more serious their condition becomes.

So Qi Youwei is really different. Li Yanze felt a little sad when he thought about it. He didn't know much, but he just heard a few words from his senior brother. If he had known earlier, he should have gone to the library to take a closer look. What if there was a way to save his life?

Such a possibility scratched Li Yanze like a cat's claw.

He was so anxious that he couldn't help but stare at Qi Youwei while eating, looking at his high brow bones, nose bridge, narrow eyes and thin lips.

Qi Youwei asked him softly, "What's wrong?"

Li Yanze took a deep breath, suddenly sat up straight, and looked straight at Qi Youwei.

"I will definitely find a way."

Qi You lowered his eyes slightly, chuckled and looked at Li Yanze: "Didn't you see nothing?"

Li Yanze shook his head and said to him hesitantly: "Actually, I can see it. You are Tianque, right?"

Qi You's smile froze and he subconsciously lowered his eyes to hide his expression.

"Really? So you figured it out."

His voice was soft and the silver ring on his wrist was shining.

This fool actually has some skills, you can tell.

But he should have also noticed that his spiritual energy had stagnated. How could he still dare to sit here and talk to him calmly?

Could it be that he was so confident that it was impossible to kill a weak person like him and take out his golden elixir?

Li Yanze only felt that Qi Youwei's expression suddenly became very heavy, which made him inexplicably uncomfortable. Thinking about it, Li Yanze sighed lightly. Although he didn't lie, he also concealed it.

Li Yanze is a carefree person who doesn't worry about anything, but what he hates most is deception. Putting himself in other people's shoes, Li Yanze feels a little embarrassed.

"I didn't mean to say nothing... Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to excuse myself. It's just that you and Tianque are not alike, and I wasn't sure at first. And since it's related to the monks, I think the less you know, the better."

Qi You leaned back slightly, with half of his face hidden in the shadows, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly, only his voice was as gentle as usual.

"But I already know everything... What do you want now?"

Li Yanze suddenly stood up and walked straight over. The silver ring in Qi Youwei's hand transformed, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, and the wide robe covered the cold edge.

If this idiot Tianque knows all this, then he should be clear about what the golden elixir that he was born with means to Tianque.

If you cut the golden elixir and move it to the damaged heart meridian, you will be safe.

This is the glimmer of hope brought to him by his destined person.

"I know you want to repay me for saving your life, so now is your chance..."

Qi You smiled, clenched the silver dagger in his hand, and looked at Li Yanze's heart.