Zhou Xi remained unmoved, still taking care of what he had to do. When he was young, he had heard Taoist Baopu talk about some health preservation methods. General Zhou had previously suffered from poor health, and it was thanks to Zhou Xi's careful care that he managed to survive until the day he met Zhao Qingshan and his grandson.
"Miss, I have to go to Yun Province. I need you to pay more attention to the master here." Zhou Xi smiled and said something to Zhou Yuanyuan before hurriedly leaving with his small bag. The situation was urgent, and Zhou Xi couldn't dawdle and let everyone wait for him.
Zhou Yuanyuan saw Zhou Xi running away in a hurry, but she didn't care much.
Zhou Xi is full of energy. Judging from his appearance, he looks almost half his actual age.
When Zhou Xi first met her, Zhou Yuanyuan was curious. After asking Xiaoyu, she learned that Zhou Xi also had signs of spiritual energy flowing through his body. What surprised Zhou Yuanyuan was that although Zhou Xi's entire body was nourished by spiritual energy, the spiritual energy in his meridians was very thin, like a thin wisp of smoke, appearing and disappearing at times.
Seeing Zhou Xi like this, Zhou Yuanyuan was puzzled. As a cultivator, if there was too much spiritual energy in the meridians, it would automatically be stored in the Dantian. When the Dantian could no longer store the spiritual energy, it would begin to compress automatically. When the spiritual energy in the Dantian was compressed to a critical point, the cultivator would naturally advance.
But Zhou Xi was different. Over the years, Zhou Yuanyuan had secretly observed him and discovered that Zhou Xi's spiritual energy simply circulated through his meridians, not concentrating in his dantian. Unlike Zhou Yuanyuan's spiritual energy, which, with each breathing exercise, would transform from a milky white mist to a transparent, viscous mass in the meridians before concentrating in his dantian, over the past two years, the jelly-like, solid mass of spiritual energy in Zhou Yuanyuan's dantian had gradually begun to shift towards a pale golden hue.
Xiaoyu guessed that Zhou Xi should have also learned the skills of the cultivation world, but the level of his skills was not high, so he had not made any progress.
If Taoist Baopu knew Xiaoyu's evaluation of his Yushan Sect's sect-defining skills, he might cry. After all, among the several existing sects of cultivation, the Yushan Sect is considered to be a unique existence.
Zhou Xi had never formally joined the Yushan Sect. The technique that Taoist Baopu had passed down to him was incomplete, with only the first half and no second half. Therefore, the spiritual energy Zhou Xi gained from his daily breathing exercises only nourished his body and could not be stored in his dantian for future advancement. Therefore, Zhou Xi's current situation had become that of a pseudo-cultivator.
Zhou Yuanyuan was puzzled by Zhou Xi's condition for a moment, but then she let it go. After all, the skills of each sect in the world of cultivation were different. Zhou Yuanyuan herself was a novice in cultivation and had no idea what Zhou Xi's situation meant.
"Grandpa Zeng, I'm here!" When Zhou Yuanyuan walked in, she saw General Zhou sitting on the sofa, holding a teacup and lost in thought. It was unknown when General Zhou had made it a rule that when someone in the family went on a long trip, no one else was allowed to see them off.
This is also the reason why Zhou Zhixin did not come to say goodbye to General Zhou today. In General Zhou's view, there are too many separations in life, and sometimes temporary separations are for a better reunion in the future. Why should we cry and shed tears every time we say goodbye?
"Yuanyuan, how come you have time to come here today?" General Zhou put down his teacup and a smile spread across his lips. Somehow, Zhou Xi's departure today made General Zhou feel uneasy. He didn't know why, so he could only blame it on his old age.
Every time Zhou Yuanyuan saw General Zhou's teacup, she couldn't help but laugh. It was one of those large enamel mugs that could hold half a pound of water. He didn't sip his tea like other tea connoisseurs, but instead took a big gulp. In his own words, sipping water in big gulps quenched his thirst.
"I just went back to see Dad this morning and came over to see Great-Grandpa this afternoon. I'm afraid you'd think I was biased!" Zhou Yuanyuan playfully joked with General Zhou. Over the past few years, Zhou Yuanyuan and General Zhou had a good relationship. At least Zhou Zhixin and Zhao Yunxiang didn't dare to speak in front of General Zhou, but Zhou Yuanyuan was unrestrained and spoke whatever came to her mind. General Zhou just liked people like Zhou Yuanyuan. There was no other way. After being a general for so many years, there were many people who were timid in front of General Zhou. Besides Zhou Yuanyuan, Zhou Jiasheng was the only one as straightforward as her.
General Zhou was the first to learn of Zhou Zhixin's deployment to the battlefield. He nodded in agreement upon hearing Zhou Yuanyuan's words. He estimated that this was Zhou Zhixin's first, and perhaps his last, deployment in his lifetime. He was extremely confident in the special forces unit Zhou Zhixin led, confident they would teach the invading enemy a profound lesson. After this battle, perhaps our forces wouldn't have to worry about war for another thirty or forty years.
"Yuanyuan! Grandpa knows you're capable. Do you know what could have happened that could have wiped out the entire village overnight?" General Zhou asked worriedly. He was truly worried about Zhou Xi. Although he didn't believe in gods or ghosts, the thought of a village losing dozens of lives overnight was unbelievable.
"What? Is it something that happened recently? Could it be that Grandpa Xi went to..." The smile on Zhou Yuanyuan's face disappeared, replaced by her straight shoulders and a serious expression.
"Yes! The report from Yunnan Province said that in a village nestled in the mountains, all the villagers died overnight. Fifty-three lives! Just gone like that. The forensic doctor went to check and found no signs of poisoning. Everyone died in their sleep." General Zhou was filled with emotion when he thought of that tragic incident.
"Xiao Yu, call Xiao Yu." Zhou Yuanyuan saw General Zhou's serious expression, and she also thought of a possibility, so she quickly called "Wannian Yu" to come out and answer her questions.
"Master, Xiaoyu is working. Please tell me if you have anything to say." After practicing for a few hours, Xiaoyu felt much better. Xiaoyu was a restless person. Whenever she had free time, she would definitely be busy repairing Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of consciousness!
"Master, could you please ask what those people looked like when they died? Were they smiling or looking in pain? Or did they die peacefully?" Xiaoyu seemed a little nervous after hearing Zhou Yuanyuan's story about this "strange thing in the mountain village."
"Is there something special about this?" Zhou Yuanyuan was a little confused. How can someone die with a smile on their face? They are usually in pain, right? And...what is this new concept of dying peacefully?
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