If the little angel sees anti-theft, it means the purchase rate is not enough~ After hearing this, Luo Cang put down the wine jar involuntarily just halfway up his hand.
Luo Jiujiang looked drunk, half sitting, half lying on the ground. His expression was full of the youthful spirit of a young man just starting out.
"Your swordsmanship is only sharp, not murderous. I called you here today because I wanted to take you to kill someone." Luo Cang looked at Luo Jiujiang, his expression slightly stunned. "But now... I've changed my mind.
"A talent like yours should rely on your own understanding, leaving it to the world to sculpt." Luo Cang said with a hint of understanding, "If someone were to paint you in a certain light for their own selfish reasons, that would be a truly devastating blow."
He struggled with his thoughts for several moments, even letting out a few gentle sighs, typical of a young man. Meanwhile, Luo Jiujiang, already tipsy, pushed aside the wine jar and rested his head on his arm, using the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed, drifting off to sleep without a single thought.
It's really comfortable.
Taking one last look at Luo Jiujiang, who looked so relaxed while sleeping, Luo Cang picked up the wine jar from the ground again, and a rare, non-sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "Let's drink this cup... a toast to the unpolished jade."
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Han Qianling sat quietly under the deep snowflake tree in Luo Jiujiang's courtyard, his brows tightly furrowed.
He had already taken off the Buddhist beads from his wrist and held them in his hand, counting each bead over ten times. He even chewed two raw flowers of the deep snow flower he had planted specifically to calm his mind.
However, all these calming methods that used to be very useful have lost their effectiveness.
Han Qianling knew very well why he was so anxious.
Since Luo Cang had revealed his biggest secret so readily, his identity must be extraordinary. If he hadn't been certain he held no ill will towards Luo Jiujiang, he wouldn't have allowed Luo Jiujiang to go to the appointment today.
However, watching Luo Jiujiang walk towards the man he had no confidence in dealing with was like putting a treasure he cherished most into a wolf's mouth. It made him feel irritated and angry.
It wasn't just the sense of helplessness and remorse that came with not being able to hold onto the precious treasures, but also the pity of seeing beautiful jades sink into the mud, white feathers covered in dust, and brocade trampled underfoot—how could a wild wolf know the value of pearls and jade? How could anyone else recognize the rarity of Luo Jiujiang's treasures at first glance?
Han Qianling clutched the Buddhist beads in his hand, and when he opened his eyes again, a faint glint of deep blue appeared in his pupils. A deep snowflake, the size of an adult's palm, floated down from the sky. Han Qianling shook his head, bit it between his teeth, and swallowed it in a few gulps.
As soon as the sweet, fragrant petals went down his throat, a wave of clarity and clarity rose from his dantian and surged up to his head. Combined with the medicinal properties of the two deep snowflakes he had previously swallowed, Han Qianling took a deep breath, taking the opportunity to recall some past events that would calm him down.
About Luo Jiujiang's past.
In his childhood, six of his seven emotions were obscured, but his evil thoughts were crystal clear. The flowers, birds, and plants that the world admired as scenery were, in his eyes, every inch soaked in blood.
If there was no mad Chen in front of him, whose mind was dominated by hatred, he would not want to repeat Chen's mistakes, so he tried his best to use reason to restrain the unreasonable anger in his heart. Han Qianling would have fallen into the evil path long ago.
He used many methods to suppress his emotions at that time. Whenever the malice in his heart surged up, Han Qianling would empty his mind and find some repetitive and mechanical things to do.
He could chop wood, fetch water, pull grass, and make fire... He could even tie flower knots for little girls. He could learn the most complicated dragon and phoenix knot made by the island's female workers just by watching it once. He could tie it from beginning to end without stopping in just one stick of incense.
But each action only had a temporary effect. Over time, as one became familiar with a task, distracting thoughts inevitably began to wander in their minds. When this happened, Han Qianling had to change his approach.
When he first met Luo Jiujiang, he had just changed to a new method: counting abacus beads.
The sudden surge of evil thoughts didn't choose the right time. Han Qianling had to sit cross-legged on the road several times, untied his abacus, and start dialing the nuggets one by one. People often passed by, pointing and talking about him sitting on the roadside fiddling with his abacus, discussing his life experience and Chen's mental state, and laughing at their family, saying that a crazy mother gave birth to a stupid son.
It was at this time that Luo Jiujiang walked up to him.
Seeing Han Qianling concentrating on dialing the beads, Luo Jiujiang didn't interrupt him and simply sat down beside him. He waited for a full hour and a quarter, until Han Qianling calmed down and put away the abacus in his hand. Only then did Luo Jiujiang say, "Does this abacus have any special meaning to you?"
Han Qianling shook his head coldly.
Luo Jiujiang smiled and said, "I understand. I'll come see you tomorrow."
That night, the moon was full on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was even denser than usual. As usual, Han Qianling avoided the harsh words from Chen in the room and climbed atop an ambergris tree to meditate. While practicing, he accidentally glanced toward the Luo clan's territory and vaguely saw a silhouette of a house in the other clan reflected through the window. The lights in the house remained on until the early morning.
The next day, Luo Jiujiang came to find Han Qianling as he had said. He handed Han Qianling a string of Buddhist beads, each of which exuded the unique woody fragrance of newly polished wood.
Suddenly, Han Qianling thought of the lamp that had been on in the Luo family's land until dawn last night.
He asked tentatively, "Have you been grinding all night?"
Luo Jiujiang smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do. I'm new to this after all."
"Why did you give me this?" Han Qianling looked up and asked him.
"Aren't you moving the abacus beads because you're in a bad mood? Using Buddhist beads instead of an abacus won't cause you so much trouble behind your back."
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