The biggest difference between Ren Zhongyuan and Ren Dahai is in their eyes.
Ren Zhongyuan, perhaps frightened, looked at people with a timid expression, looking away immediately, and then looking back a moment later. As a result, Ren Zhongyuan looked completely lackluster, the type of person who was easily bullied.
However, when Ren Dahai looked at people, he stared at the other person's eyes sharply, like a cheetah ready to attack at any time.
This might be the biggest difference between a soldier and an ordinary person! Although they have the same appearance, their auras are completely different, Zhou Yuanyuan thought.
"Wow! It's great that the little girl isn't afraid of strangers." Ren Dahai's heart softened when he saw Zhou Yuanyuan's sweet smile. He stretched out a big hand and touched Zhou Yuanyuan's head, a big smile on his face. Ren Dahai had always hoped to have a daughter. He and Chen Qiuyu had been married for more than ten years, and they only had Ren Zhongyuan as their child. Seeing a soft girl like Zhou Yuanyuan, Ren Dahai found it very cute.
When Ren Dahai smiled, his squinting eyes became even smaller, and his nose wrinkled, which made Zhou Yuanyuan look quite amused. However, it would be better if he didn't put his hands on her head, Zhou Yuanyuan thought.
Zhou Yuanyuan resisted the urge to pull down Ren Dahai's hand on her head. She hated having her hair messed up, especially after becoming an immortal. A cultivator's head was not to be touched by outsiders. In the cramped space of the jeep, Zhou Yuanyuan had nowhere to hide, so she tilted her head toward Zhao Qingshan.
"So good," Ren Dahai praised her, then removed his hand from Zhou Yuanyuan's head. From the way Zhou Yuanyuan tilted her head, Ren Dahai realized the little girl didn't appreciate his touch. Of course, she was still a girl, no matter how young she was! It was only natural that she didn't like being touched. It was hard for her to hold back all this time.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know that Ren Dahai had already classified her as a "spoiled girl". Seeing Ren Dahai move his big hand away, Zhou Yuanyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. If it was a few seconds later, Zhou Yuanyuan was really afraid that she would not be able to control her anger and would throw Ren Dahai out of the car.
The jeep was driving very fast and soon arrived at the guard regiment's base.
Zhou Yuanyuan followed Zhao Qingshan into the Guards' meeting room, and was immediately drawn to the small blade of grass on the conference table. More precisely, it was the jade in Zhou Yuanyuan's mind that was captivated by the emerald green blade of grass.
"Master, master, hurry up, give me the magic grass." Xiaoyu called out in Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of consciousness. Since the last time she took the initiative to ask for a pot of jade carving at Wen Yiran's house, this was the second time Xiaoyu asked Zhou Yuanyuan for something.
"Is this little grass useful?" Zhou Yuanyuan cheered up and took two steps closer to the grass. After the last jade carving incident, Zhou Yuanyuan found that the things Xiaoyu took the initiative to ask for should be good things. However, it would not work today. This little grass was placed here as a "suspect" waiting for Zhao Qingshan to identify it. Zhou Yuanyuan relied on her small size to follow Zhao Qingshan in to gain experience. She couldn't just snatch a little grass in public, right? The most important thing is that Zhou Yuanyuan knows that what Xiaoyu wants can be automatically taken as long as it is in her hand. What if Xiaoyu accidentally transforms a vibrant green grass into a dead grass in front of everyone? Zhou Yuanyuan will have no way to explain it then.
"Master, hurry up and get it." Xiaoyu didn't understand why Zhou Yuanyuan took two steps and then stopped. It really wanted it! Not for itself, but for its master.
Zhou Yuanyuan glanced at the elite guards gathered around the conference table: the regimental commander, the political commissar, her father, Zhou Zhixin, and another person she didn't recognize, someone named Min, also a battalion commander. They all looked gravely at Zhao Qingshan and the blade of grass he had just held.
Zhou Yuanyuan felt that she should be more low-key, which was in line with her status as a child.
"Xiaoyu, the best way is for us to work secretly," Zhou Yuanyuan said, comforting Xiaoyu.
"What do you mean by working secretly?" The simple Xiaoyu couldn't understand the sudden burst of imagination of her master.
"That's it... Just listen secretly and then go find the 'origin' of this grass!" Zhou Yuanyuan thought for a while and finally gave Xiaoyu a reliable answer.
"Well, the master is so smart! Although this psychedelic grass is not very useful, it can be used to make psychedelic pills." Xiaoyu thought the master was really smart. What was a piece of psychedelic grass? It took more than a dozen pieces of psychedelic grass to make a psychedelic pill!
"What are hallucinogenic pills? What are they good for?" Zhou Yuanyuan was confused again. It wasn't that Zhou Yuanyuan didn't work hard, but the knowledge of cultivating immortals was indeed too vast and complicated. Zhou Yuanyuan had already spent twenty hours out of twenty-four hours a day studying and practicing, but the knowledge she had learned was still pitifully small. Unlike Xiaoyu, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, even if she learned a little bit every day, she would naturally understand more.
"Master, with the hallucinogenic pill on your body, no illusion can trap you! Have you forgotten? A few days ago in an alley in Shilitun..." Xiaoyu explained patiently.
What Xiaoyu mentioned made Zhou Yuanyuan's face turn black. It was really too embarrassing. That day, Zhao Yunxiang took Zhou Yuanyuan and her siblings to the market in Shilitun to find work. Unexpectedly, they strayed into a small alley. There was a tailor shop in the alley, and there was a sky-blue cheongsam that made Zhao Yunxiang lose her mind...
That tailor shop must have been the illusion Zhou Yuanyuan and the others had simultaneously entered. That illusion was different from the one created by the hallucinogenic weed. The hallucinogenic weed illusion was a magnification of a person's inner fear, while the illusion in the alley was clearly manipulated. Otherwise, Zhao Yunxiang and the other four wouldn't have seen the same scene and the same people.
The next day, Wen Ziqing went back to look for the tailor shop, but was told by the residents around that there had not been a tailor shop in that alley for nearly ten years, and there was no such mother-in-law as Wen Ziqing mentioned.
Zhou Yuanyuan was communicating with Xiaoyu, and on this side, Zhao Qingshan's task of identifying the grass had come to a temporary end.
In the Zhao Family Medical Classics, passed down from Zhao Qingshan's ancestors, this herb isn't called "psychedelic grass," but "soul-bewitching grass." After all, while the herb's effect on cultivators is hallucinogenic, its effect on mortals is upgraded to "soul-bewitching."
Where the soul is lost, the spirit is scattered. Ordinary people who are led into a fantasy world by hallucinogenic grass usually go crazy and die in the fantasy world.
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