Shen Yunzhou's solo line: A Yuan (2)
The peach blossoms on Lengyou Peak bloomed and faded, faded and bloomed again. In the blink of an eye, Shen Yuan, the little baby who clung to Xiao Liuli's tail at the first birthday banquet, had grown to be five years old.
This child perfectly inherited his mother Fang Li's unfathomable chaotic Dao foundation, and also combined it with his father Shen Yunzhou's unyielding sword spirit. The result is!
Energetic like a never-ending little sun, with a curiosity as vast as the starry sky, the bizarre ideas that pop into her head every day could fill ten storage bags, making her the number one "human walking troublemaker" of Lengyou Peak.
That morning, on the drill ground, the morning dew had not yet dried.
Shen Yunzhou, dressed in a plain white training uniform, stood tall and straight like a pine tree. Facing his five-year-old son, his expression was as serious as ever: "Yuan'er, today we will learn the first move of the 'Basic Sword Style'. Begin with this move. You must concentrate your mind and focus your energy on your dantian, and comprehend the state of oneness between man and sword."
Little Shen Yuan, holding a miniature wooden sword specially carved for him, stood up like his father, blinked his big, clear eyes that resembled Fang Li's, yet also held a hint of cunning, and asked in a childish voice, "Daddy, is the unity of man and sword like Mommy's manipulation of chaotic energy, where you first 'eat' the sword, digest it, and then spit it out? Would that be more powerful?"
Shen Yunzhou frowned slightly, then patiently explained, "...Nonsense. The sword is an extension of the arm, connected to the mind, not something that devours..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Yuan seemed to be listening intently. The chaotic energy he was born with subconsciously surged slightly with his thoughts. With a soft "poof", the poor little wooden sword in his hand was instantly enveloped by a wisp of gray airflow. Its shape was visibly twisted and deformed... In the end, it turned into a crooked wooden carving of a dog!
Shen Yunzhou: "..."
He stared blankly at the newly made wooden puppy in his son's hand, only the slight twitching of his eyes betraying his speechless state of mind.
Fang Li, who rushed over upon hearing the news, witnessed this scene. Holding her forehead, she said helplessly, "A Yuan! How many times have I told you! You can't just use chaotic energy to assimilate things! Especially your sword!"
Shen Yuan, however, was completely unaware of the problem. He held up the wooden puppy, his little face full of innocent pride, and showed it to Fang Li like a treasure: "Mommy, look! Little puppy! I made it! It can even wag its tail!" As he spoke, he tried to inject a trace of spiritual power into the puppy, and the dog's tail actually wagged twice with a "creak, creak".
Little Liuli, who had been squatting nearby watching the commotion, immediately clapped her hands with her hooves, stirring up trouble as if afraid the world wasn't chaotic enough: "Host! Did you see that! Genius! This is creative thinking! Breaking the rules! Little master is awesome!" She raised one of her front hooves towards Shen Yuan.
As a result, Shen Yunzhou's teaching task for the day was urgently changed from the profound sword theory of "man and sword as one" to the most basic "how to effectively control the chaotic energy and not casually turn one's sword into a work of art".
Fang Li assisted with the explanations from the side. One tried to explain energy control using the logic of swordsmanship, while the other used the Dao of Chaos to explain the concentration of mind. Little Shen Yuan listened with his eyes darting around, and the scene was quite chaotic.
This chaos only intensifies as Shen Yuan grows older.
Fang Yan's uncle is definitely the biggest troublemaker.
Every time he came to Lengyou Peak, he was as excited as if it were a festival: "My dear nephew! Look what good things your uncle has brought you this time!" Before he finished speaking, he took out a spirit pearl sealed with miniature lightning, crackling loudly, "Look! 'Thunderstorm'! With a gentle tap, it can set off a little firework!"
Shen Yuan's eyes widened at the sight, and he cheered excitedly, "Uncle is the best!"
Fang Li, watching from the side, was horrified and quickly stopped him, saying, "Brother! Can you please stop giving him these dangerous things? He's still young!"
Fang Yan waved his hand dismissively: "What's there to be afraid of! My nephew is exceptionally talented, this little thing is nothing! Come on, A Yuan, let your uncle teach you how to play... ah, no, I mean how to use lightning to train your reaction speed and courage!"
Half an hour later.
The pond behind Lengyou Peak, which was originally crystal clear, now presents a spectacular sight: several spirit fish, their eyes rolled back in shock, float on the surface, while the shore is charred black and wisps of smoke rise from it.
With his hair sticking up from being electrocuted and his face covered in soot, Shen Yuan was excitedly waving his arms and legs: "Uncle! This is so much fun! Crackling and popping! Look, that fish is jumping the highest!"
Upon hearing the news, Shen Yunzhou arrived on his sword. Seeing the charred pond, the smoking grass, and his son, who resembled a little lump of coal, his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He gritted his teeth and forced out two words: "Fang Yan!"
Fang Yan chuckled twice and slipped away, saying, "Well, brother-in-law, kids should be lively, lively is good... There's an emergency in the clan! I'll be going now!" With that, he vanished in a flash.
Little Liuli approached the pond, sniffed the floating grilled fish, and smacked her lips: "Host, actually... it smells pretty good? Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside..."
Ten years old! Disliked by both people and dogs, the harm is escalating.
Shen Yuan's "destructive power" steadily increased with his cultivation level, reaching a new level of "hated by both people and dogs".
When Master Qingxuan had nothing to do, he strolled over to visit his grand-disciple and wanted to show off his special skills.
He pulled out a gleaming golden talisman, beaming with pride: "Ah Yuan, take a good look! This is my master's latest improved 'Super Spirit Gathering Talisman'! Once activated, it can instantly gather spiritual energy from a radius of twenty miles! Amazing, isn't it?"
Shen Yuan tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then asked, "Master, I feel like... it seems like using chaotic energy to create a rotating 'small vortex' would have a stronger suction and gather spiritual energy faster, right?"
Master Qingxuan twitched his mustache: "Hey! You little brat, you've got quite the nerve! Well then, give it a try!"
The old man and the young boy got into a fierce competition.
Master Qingxuan spread out the talisman, and Shen Yuan concentrated his energy; the two exerted their power simultaneously.
Fifteen minutes later.
"boom!"
A muffled thud, not too loud, came from the side hall.
A hole the size of a washbasin was suddenly blasted open in the roof of the side hall by a surge of uncontrolled chaotic energy and the spiritual energy of the talismans, and tiles and rubble fell down with a crash.
Master Qingxuan was close by, and his beard was curled up in a few strands by the dissipating spiritual energy, making his face look ashen.
Shen Yunzhou landed on his sword, looked at the hole in the roof, his son who was innocently brushing the dust off his body, and his disheveled master, and remained silent for three seconds: "Today's homework is doubled."
Fang Li rushed over to clean up the mess, stamping her foot in anger: "Master! How could you let him cause trouble for you too!"
Master Qingxuan, while brushing the dust off his beard, grabbed Fang Li's arm with shining eyes: "Disciple! Your son is a genius! This path of combining chaotic energy with talismans has potential! It has great potential!"
Little Liuli rummaged through the rubble, muttering, "Is it possible... to find some antique treasures hidden by some senior expert?"
Academic classes were Shen Yuan's "day of suffering."
Getting him to sit quietly and listen to the Master talk about those dry classics and historical texts is harder than climbing to heaven.
On one occasion, he had a sudden inspiration and used chaotic energy to create an illusion of himself sitting upright and listening attentively to a lecture, while his real body secretly slipped away to the back mountain to catch spirit butterflies.
Unfortunately, this little trick was exposed by Shen Yunzhou's powerful divine sense.
He frowned, his consciousness stirring slightly.
A moment later, Shen Yuan, who was crouching in the grass on the back mountain, preparing to attack a shimmering, iridescent butterfly, suddenly felt a tightness around him. A cold, gentle sword aura barrier, like an invisible hand, lifted him up and steadily carried him back to his study, placing him next to the simulated illusion.
The illusion vanished with a "poof".
Shen Yunzhou said expressionlessly, “Copy the first three volumes of the ‘Nanhua Daozang’ ten times. The protective barrier will not be removed until you finish copying them.”
Shen Yuan's face instantly fell, and he drooped his head, saying, "Oh..."
Fang Li felt sorry for her son. Taking advantage of Shen Yunzhou's inattention, she secretly slipped Shen Yuan a plate of spiritual fruit snacks and lowered her voice: "Next time you want to sneak away, remember to simulate your father's probing spiritual fluctuations as well, you idiot."
Shen Yuan's eyes lit up. He took a bite of the pastry and mumbled, "Mother is the best!"
Little Liuli covered her eyes with her paws, her voice leaking through her fingers: "Host! This is spoiling me! You're an accomplice!... Um, can I have a piece of osmanthus cake? Just one! (whispering)"
Fifteen years old! A teenager just beginning to mature, but with even greater troubles ahead!
At fifteen, Shen Yuan had grown taller and was starting to look like a teenager.
Once, he secretly slipped down the mountain to play and happened to run into several low-level cultivators bullying a lone rogue cultivator and robbing him.
The boy's blood boiled, and without thinking, he rushed out, shouting, "Stop!"
As a result, perhaps due to excessive excitement, or perhaps because his control over his power was still not refined enough, the sword energy he unconsciously unleashed contained a sharp, chaotic sword intent.
The sword energy swept across, with astonishing effects! Not only did it shred the magical artifacts of those cultivators into pieces, but it also "assimilated" their clothes from head to toe, turning them into fluttering tattered strips of cloth...
Several naked cultivators huddled together, shivering in the wind, staring at Shen Yuan as if they had seen a ghost: "Ah! Ahh!!"
Shen Yuan was dumbfounded. Looking at the sword in his hand, he stammered, "I...I didn't mean to..."
Shen Yunzhou, who arrived just in time, wrapped his son from head to toe in a large cloak, glanced expressionlessly at the naked cultivators, and coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost."
After returning home, Shen Yunzhou remained silent for a long time before speaking: "Your chivalrous heart is commendable, but your lack of self-control could easily lead to trouble. You are hereby confined for half a month and will practice swordsmanship with me for two hours every day to temper your character."
Fang Li was both frightened and heartbroken. She pulled her son to check if he was injured and couldn't help but glare at Shen Yunzhou: "Next time you encounter something like this, remember to call your dad first! Don't be stupid and rush in on your own!"
Little Liuli circled around Shen Yuan, excitedly analyzing the battle: "Master! Next time, be more precise! Just assimilate their belts! The effect will be just as stunning, and you'll save on fabric!"
As he entered puberty, Shen Yuan began to subtly become more conscious of his appearance.
He secretly tried to use the chaotic energy to create various "cool and domineering" looks for himself, such as his hair turning into burning flames or his cloak being adorned with twinkling stars.
One evening at dinner, he sat calmly at the table with a head of purple flames that were simulated by chaotic energy, constantly swaying and rising.
Shen Yunzhou's hand holding the chopsticks paused in mid-air. He looked at him for several seconds before continuing to pick up food, and said calmly, "...Eat."
Fang Li bit her lip, trying hard not to laugh out loud, and commented, "A Yuan, this hairstyle... is quite unique, very... creative."
Little Liuli exclaimed in surprise, circling around Shen Yuan's hair: "Shamate! It's the aura of ancient Shamate nobles! Little Master, you're setting a trend! (Unexcitedly)"
Shen Yuan blushed under their gaze, his mind went blank, and the flames on his head went out with a "poof," turning his hair back to black. He responded sullenly, "...Oh."
That evening, Shen Yunzhou quietly placed a book titled "Hair Bun Atlas," which included illustrations and explanations of various elegant hairstyles, on the table in his son's room.
In the stillness of the night, Fang Li leaned on Shen Yunzhou's shoulder, gazing at the bright moonlight outside the window, and sighed, "This child, he's always so restless, it's really worrying."
Shen Yunzhou's gaze fell on the still-lit light in his son's room, a slight smile curving his lips as he softly said, "Just like you."
Fang Li playfully punched him, scolding, "You're just like me! When you're stubborn, you're just as rigid as me, and when you get rowdy... that troublemaking spirit of yours is just like yours too!"
Shen Yunzhou held her hand, his palm warm, and softly replied, "Yes. Our son."
Outside the window, Xiao Liuli was excitedly accompanying the young Shen Yuan as he tested his newly conceived "Chaotic Starlight Lamp" spell.
In an instant, the tranquil night sky of Lengyou Peak was once again tinged with a dreamlike and peculiar color, just like this home, which is always full of unexpected "trouble" and warmth.
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