Senior Brother Lai Taiyan must have never forgotten her during these years.
How could he be so nice? He was clearly killed by her in his previous life, and she didn't even dare to ask him: Did it hurt?
How could anyone in this world be willing to die for her? In her previous life, she had never felt the love of her blood relatives, but she had a grandfather and a senior brother who loved her more than her parents.
Cheng Ying's heart was suddenly moved by her words, "Senior brother is the best senior brother. No matter how he changes, he is still the Fu Chuan I know." The worry she had been having for days collapsed, and she felt like spring had melted away.
"I'm always afraid that I will become unrecognizable..." Cheng Ying's voice was a little hoarse, but he confessed his inner feelings to Yu Jiao very frankly, "I will be disappointed if I am no longer the same Fu Chuan as before."
No matter how decisive a person is in public, when facing the people he cares about, he will reveal the softness in his heart.
"Brother." Yu Jiao called him and said softly, "I am not a child anymore. Even if you have changed your face and name, you will always be Fu Chuan to me, and you will always be the brother who treats me very well."
No matter how outsiders evaluate Cheng Ying, whether they say he is unforgivable or that he murdered loyal people, Yu Jiao knew how good he was to her.
People should not live in the eyes of others, nor should they be influenced by the words of others and follow the world without their own opinions.
It is said that we should judge by actions rather than by the heart, and no one is perfect if we judge by the heart.
Cheng Ying may be a bad person in the eyes of outsiders, but in her eyes, Cheng Ying is Fu Chuan, and Fu Chuan is only good to her.
She didn't care about right or wrong, she just knew that it would be hard for anyone in this world to treat her as well as her senior brother Fu Chuan.
Cheng Ying smiled with relief and deliberately ruffled Yu Jiao's hair with a little force.
Yu Jiao pretended to be angry, glared at him, and said in a long tone: "Senior brother!"
Cheng Ying laughed loudly, stood up and held out her hand to her: "I'll take you to see a few things."
Yu Jiao took his hand, Cheng Ying tiptoed, and the two of them walked down from the roof and landed steadily on the ground.
Yu Jiao asked curiously: "Brother, how did you develop this martial arts skill? Do you really have internal strength?"
Yu Jiao was also curious in the past, but she couldn't ask Yu Qizhe. Now when she asked her senior brother who was also from the modern era, she felt no pressure and didn't have to hide her doubts.
Cheng Ying placed her palm on the Dantian area and explained to Yu Jiao, "There is a sea of qi here. If you practice internal skills, you will have internal strength. It's better to say that it's drawing qi into the sea, nourishing qi, and practicing qi."
"The Yi Jin Jing believes that tendons are the tendons and meridians of the human body. Outside the joints, inside the muscles, in the limbs and bones, there is no place without tendons, and there is no tendon without meridians. They connect the whole body, circulate blood, and serve as an external support for the spirit. For example, the ability of a person's shoulders to carry, the ability of his hands to hold, the ability of his feet to walk, and the agility of the whole body are all due to the strength of the tendons. Therefore, practicing the visible is the help of the invisible, and cultivating the invisible is the help of the visible."
“Although it sounds very mysterious, it has a lot in common with traditional Chinese medicine’s health preservation and qi nourishment.”
Yu Jiao followed beside him, listening attentively, as if she had returned to the past when she always followed her senior brother and asked him questions about pharmacology that she had not yet fully understood, or when her grandfather deliberately tested her on prescriptions that she had not fully explained.
"But why can't people in later generations practice internal skills?" Yu Jiao asked the biggest question in her heart, looking at Cheng Ying with eager eyes.
Cheng Ying chuckled, took her to another bamboo house and stood still, patiently answering her questions: "In my opinion, firstly, it should be the loss of the inner strength method, and secondly, there is no sea of qi in our Dantian in later generations. This should be the main reason. This should be biological degeneration. Although people's qi and blood travel through the eight extraordinary meridians, they cannot store qi, so they cannot use internal strength."
Yu Jiao nodded and said with emotion: "So this is the reason. But I still find it amazing that a person can be as light as a swallow and fly up to the eaves and branches."
Cheng Ying found it funny, pushed open the door of the bamboo house and lit the glass lamp.
Yu Jiao looked at the huge, transparent glass lamp that was as big as a light bulb and couldn't help asking, "Brother, did it take you a lot of effort to make these imitation modern things?"
She had not been able to spare the attention to these things at first; the shock of meeting her senior brother was too great, so she only started to pay attention to these things now.
"They were all made by the craftsmen I found according to the drawings I drew. I didn't have to put in much effort." Cheng Ying summed it up in one sentence, without mentioning that he had drawn countless drawings from memory, revised them thousands of times, and participated in the craftsmen's production. Each item was made after many failures.
"Many things are similar only in appearance." He built the bamboo house on Bodhi Mountain in order to build the Garden of Eden of his dreams.
Humans are not omnipotent, and knowledge is endless. However, what a person learns throughout his life is limited. Just like Cheng Ying, he can only make things of similar shapes, and cannot create a generator that is ahead of its time.
Therefore, this glass lamp looks like a light bulb at first glance, but it is actually a burning candle.
"Senior brother is really amazing, especially my room, which is almost exactly the same as before." Yu Jiao admired from the bottom of her heart.
If it were her, she wouldn't be able to come up with these things no matter how hard she tried.
Cheng Ying smiled and motioned for her to open the boxes in the room one by one.
Yu Jiao followed his instructions and opened the lids of the boxes one by one. She was astounded by the dazzling array of jewels inside.
Each piece is exquisitely crafted, including trembling tasseled gold hairpins, hair crowns inlaid with kingfisher feathers and beads, hairpins inlaid with gemstones, jade bracelets, milky white and translucent mutton-fat jade bracelets, and necklaces made of gold, jade, agate and pearls...
Yu Jiao stared at him for a long time, then turned to Cheng Ying and asked, "Brother, are you moving the national treasury here?"
If she was not mistaken, the phoenix crown in the last box was the one ordered by the Queen. It was inlaid with dozens of oriental pearls, and there were more than a dozen cat's eyes on the back, as well as corals and precious lapis lazuli, not to mention the nine golden dragons and four golden phoenixes that were entwined and flying on the phoenix crown.
Cheng Ying thought her expression was so adorable that she couldn't help but touch her head and said with a smile, "Many things in the treasury have been used by others. Why would I give them to you?"
Many of the jewelry and head ornaments in the national treasury were handed down from previous dynasties, or were confiscated by ministers. No one knew how many people they had passed through. Cheng Ying had always been a germaphobe, so what he prepared for Yu Jiao was naturally not something that had been used by others.
Cheng Ying would simply have people melt away any gifts that the Eastern Depot and the Embroidered Uniform Guard had confiscated and never put them into his private vault. Everything he prepared for Jiaojiao was brand new and clean.
"I have prepared birthday gifts for you over the years. Do you like them?" Cheng Ying opened the closet, which was filled with all kinds of dresses. Whatever women's dresses were popular in the capital and Jiangnan every year, they could be found here.
There was also a silver-white wolf-fur cloak without a single color. If the fox fur cloak that Gu Yun gave her was placed here, it would not look so eye-catching.
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