Chapter 7
Feng Huanhuan was stunned. This child must have been stimulated by something. The surroundings were desolate and there was no living creature in the distance. Maybe he was abandoned. So, she squatted down to comfort him: "Okay, you are a good demon. Aren't you a demon? Sister will let you become a fairy, okay? That way, no demon will bully you." After all, he was a child. He raised his eyes and asked weakly: "Can I really become a fairy?"
Feng Huanhuan chuckled: "Yes, as long as you have the mortal power, when it is full, you can ascend to become an immortal."
The red-eyed child thought seriously: "Then how can I have the telekinesis of the mortal world?" Feng Huanhuan also rested his chin on his hand and thought: "Then I have to study it carefully. However, I still have to find out the reason carefully. Anyway, this trick will definitely work."
Under Feng Huanhuan's enticement, she led the child and flew to a hill full of phoenix tail flowers. The red-eyed child believed her words without a doubt and said over and over again: "When I become an immortal, I will be a good immortal and will grant any request."
"Okay, when you become an immortal, you must work for the welfare of mortals, and wish them to be away from the smoke of war and have enough food and clothing. Gather enough mental power and ascend to become a god."
The dream ended there, but she believed it as if she were there in person. Then, she proposed the Ying Temple. But she never expected that after the Ying Temple was built, Qingzhao never lost a battle again, and defeated the Japanese pirates one after another. The people even spontaneously built temples and paraded through the streets to pray for the gods. How could she not believe that there were gods in this world?
So, she looked at him and asked, "Han Fengci, did you say there is a Yin God? Is there a Yin God?"
Feng Huanhuan's eyes were eager for an answer, and Han Fengci did not disappoint her. He smiled lightly and said, "The Yin God exists, just like any god exists."
She was about to cheer when she heard him continue, "It's just that your mind power is not stable yet. It will take some time to ascend to godhood. You can become a god only when your mind power is full."
These words were exactly the same as what she had heard in her dream. Although she didn't understand why he said such strange words to the red-haired child, she firmly believed that it was true. So she asked, "So he can become a god in the future?"
Han Fengci laughed softly: "That's fine."
This lunch was spent with Feng Huanhuan and Qing Xuanzi's questions. Han Fengci also patiently explained one by one, tracing the origin and the source. The most surprising thing was that Qing Xuanzi had been enlightened by the gods, and Han Fengci actually knew it. Qing Xuanzi stared with his eyes and opened his mouth, seemingly unbelievable: "Boy, how did you know?"
He sat upright and looked at Qing Xuanzi: "When you were thirteen years old, you saved an old man. The old man saw that your backpack was full of moldy books and asked you a few questions. The first one was: What is the Tao? You answered: The Tao can be spoken, but it is not the real Tao. I am a child with little knowledge, so I will spend my whole life studying the Tao. The second one was: What is the heaven and the earth? You answered: The Tao follows nature. The old man saw that you have great wisdom, so he taught you the □□ Tibetan sacred book."
Qing Xuanzi's hands were already shaking, his eyes were tearful, and he held Han Fengci's hand tightly: "Boy, do you know that old man?"
Han Fengci nodded: "Yes, I have."
More than once, they were so familiar with each other. But in the end, in the mortal world, the matters of the immortal world should be discussed selectively. If Qing Xuanzi was not indeed the reincarnation of Ziweixing's clone, he would not have the patience to enlighten him.
"Boy, how is your teacher?" Qing Xuanzi's eyes were slightly red. At this moment, he was like a naive child, hoping that an adult would feed him some candy.
Qing Xuanzi was born in a poor family. He went from a mountain village to Beijing for the imperial examination. He passed all the tests and went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables to fill his stomach when he was hungry. He also dug some herbs to sell to collect some money for the journey. He walked for a while, over and over again, in ragged clothes and as thin as a withered man. He was met by the old man, the immortal Shi Xi, who was coming down to earth to bless him. So his excitement was understandable. So he quietly pried Qing Xuanzi's hand apart. He was really not used to being so close to others. Qing Xuanzi didn't care and continued to ask, "Boy, why don't you say something."
"Very good." After he finished speaking, Qing Xuanzi still looked at him eagerly. Seeing that he didn't say anything, the expectant eyes gradually dimmed. Perhaps because he was too concise, he added: "I met him once three years ago. He told me about you. He said that if he could meet you, he would be very happy to say Han Lian'er."
Han Fengci was telling the truth, but the time was different. When Shi Xi came to the mortal world to see him, he did tell him that if he saw his young disciple, he should take care of him and enlighten him. One day in heaven is one year in the mortal world. Now his young disciple has become an old disciple.
Qing Xuanzi burst into tears, muttered to himself, and said "good" three times in a row.
Han Lian'er is his real name, Qing Xuanzi is the name given by his master. Since parting with his master, there is no Han Lian'er in the world. He covered his face and wiped away his tears, and the hoarse old man's voice trembled slightly: "I have lived up to my master's orders. I have countless students all over the world. I have lived up to my master's teachings in my life."
The old man was very emotional, and Feng Huanhuan did not dare to interrupt him from beginning to end, including her father who was usually very long-winded. He was still savoring it carefully until he returned home. There were three vertical lines on his broad forehead, and he stared straight ahead woodenly, and suddenly said: "Huan'er, this Han Fengci is not an ordinary person." Feng Huanhuan suppressed her laughter and raised her eyebrows, "Of course not, don't you see who is the man you like."
As soon as he heard this, Feng Nianxiang came back to his senses and rebuked her with a glare, "You are a young girl, not even married yet, how dare you say such lewd words in broad daylight!"
However, before Feng Nianxiang finished his sentence, Feng Huanhuan had already disappeared. He slowly put away his smile and frowned. How could he not know about the actions of the Feng Mansion? That little girl must have really fallen in love with that young man. A few days ago, he specifically asked his old friend to make an appointment with Han Fengci. Instead of that troublesome girl meeting him outside every day, it would be better for her to move around under his nose. Unexpectedly, this young man surprised him. He was not only knowledgeable, but also had his own unique insights. His extraordinary opportunities alone were incomparable to ordinary people. Even his old friend with a sharp eye had been taken in.
He sighed and shook his head, looking up in the direction where his daughter left, and couldn't help but sigh: The little baby has grown up. Time flies. It's only a few days until New Year's Eve, and the weather that was getting warmer a few days ago is getting colder day by day. Forget it, he wants to go see Qingci and tell her the news that their daughter has someone she likes and doesn't want him as her father anymore.
Day after day, in the blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is here.
On this day, Feng Huanhuan got up early, and Feicui prepared new clothes for the New Year. The clothes had a round collar made of fiery red arc fur, and a cloak made of fluffy white lamb wool. The cloak was embroidered with lifelike phoenix tail flowers with red silk. When she walked, the clothes swayed from side to side, just like a silver beach covered with red phoenix tails that fluttered in the wind.
"Miss, walk slowly. Be careful not to sprain your ankle." Feng Huanhuan also obeyed and slowed down her pace. It was white all around, and under the blue bricks and rubble on both sides, there were icicles as big as blades. The ice pendants emitted a cold light, forcing her to avoid her sight. The weather has been very cold these days, with heavy snow falling suddenly, especially at night. The cold wind rustled and made the windows creak, which was quite creepy. It was strange that she even felt a little warm in the bedroom in such a severe snowstorm. In previous years, she had to cover herself with several layers of large quilts in the cold winter of December. Why didn't she feel cold this year? She thought about it while walking, and asked, "Fei Cui, have the charcoal in your house been changed this year?"
Feicui was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting her to ask this question, "No, it's still the fruit charcoal from Old Li's on Beimen Street. What's wrong? Isn't it warm?"
"No, no, it's just too warm. In the twelfth lunar month, it's usually so cold that I'm too lazy to go out. I just want to stick to the oven to keep warm."
"Now that Miss has mentioned this, I also feel that Miss's room is always a little warm this year. Could it be that the charcoal of the old Li family has been improved?"
What kind of charcoal can withstand the cold wind and snow? Although Feng Huanhuan was a little suspicious, she didn't dwell on it for long. At this time, the sky was snowing. She stood in front of a pair of red arches, only to see that the doors were tightly closed, and there was no guard outside the mansion. It looked very deserted. Her eyebrows were full of distress. What should she do?
Feicui looked around and said, "Why doesn't the Han Mansion even have a New Year lantern? There's not even a guard in such a huge mansion. How can we get in?"
Feng Huanhuan looked up. The door of the Han Mansion was closed tightly, and the towering blue brick wall exuded an icy air. She walked forward and knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered.
In the white snow, the blue bricks underfoot were covered with layers of frost. Feng Huanhuan paced back and forth at the door. Every time she took a step, she would kick up the folds of her skirt in front of her feet, swinging them in a long arc. The cold wind was a bit biting, and Feicui felt very distressed when she saw her lonely eyes. The young lady's cheeks were red from the cold, and her lips were slightly white. So, she stepped forward and advised: "Young lady, let's go back to the mansion. Mr. Han may be busy with official business. Let's ask the guards to send the spring pancakes later?"
Yes, waiting blindly like this is a bad idea. But the loss in my heart is like cold ice. The two were about to turn around and go back to the house when they heard the sound of horse hooves stepping on the snow behind them. She turned around and looked. With just a distant glance, she could recognize the man on the horse. It was Han Fengci.
He was wearing a black velvet cape, and his body was covered with flying white snow. As he got closer, the horse howled as the reins pulled him. He jumped, stood still, and walked towards her. Her heart instantly started beating again, her blood rushed, and warmth flowed through her body. Just as she was about to go over to him, she saw Han Fengci walk up to her with a brisk step, his brows full of worry, and his tone was not very good: "Why are you standing here on such a cold day?"
He was working on a case outside the city. Suddenly, heavy snow fell from the sky. He closed his eyes and activated his spiritual sense to track whether the little girl was cold or not. On such a festive day, she would definitely be restless. Unexpectedly, when he activated his spiritual sense, he saw the little girl shivering in the snow. He looked again and saw that it was his mansion. He didn't care about anything else. He hid in the dark and teleported to a nearby place on horseback. It wasn't that he was afraid that she would get sick. He could ensure that she would be alive and kicking with a little energy. He was angry because it was such a cold day. Mortal bodies were weak. How could he not feel distressed that she had been wandering here for a long time?
But the little girl may have sensed his bad tone just now, and was looking at him eagerly. His heart ached, but it was fine. He had to coax her back after making her angry. So he lowered his tone and his voice became much softer: "Miss Feng, I will take you back home."
"Call me Huan'er, or Huanhuan, or you can give me something else, but don't call me Miss Feng, it's strange!" She pouted and looked gloomy, seemingly still angry, but she wasn't really angry, just very coquettish. He was silent for a moment, pursed his lips, and uttered, "Miss Feng hasn't married yet, I'm afraid it's not right." Feng Huanhuan was furious, and she didn't care about the lady talk anymore. She stepped forward, raised her face, and asked, "Then why don't you let me marry quickly?"
Han Fengci's throat choked and he was speechless for a moment. He only heard her continue, "I am the right lady. If I tell you to, you should call me. Otherwise, I won't leave!"
After saying that, she turned around and sat on the steps below the mansion, hugging her knees without looking up at him.
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