Zhou Yuanyuan rushed back to Kyoto, resisting the urge to find her mother, Zhao Yunxiang, to find out what had happened. Instead, she immediately returned to the old house to meet with her great-grandfather, General Zhou. While Zhou Yuanyuan was curious about the engagement, she wanted to know how and when Wen Ziqing disappeared. In her heart, Wen Ziqing's safety was paramount.
When General Zhou heard the car that was carrying his great-granddaughter to the airport drive into the yard, he quickly stood up from the sofa and took a few steps toward the door.
It had only been a little over a week since Zhou Yuanyuan left Kyoto, but General Zhou already felt like a long time had passed. During this time since Zhou Xi left, General Zhou hadn't felt so lonely because of Zhou Yuanyuan's company. As soon as Zhou Yuanyuan left, General Zhou felt a pang of sadness at the empty mansion.
Last night, General Zhou was still awake at twelve o'clock. He fiddled with the pipe box under the wardrobe for a long time before going to bed. In his dream, General Zhou saw Zhou Xi, frowning and yelling, "Master, Ah Xi said you can't smoke, and you're disobedient again."
General Zhou looked at the lively and vivid Zhou Xi and laughed happily. From childhood to adulthood, Zhou Xi was younger than him, but he liked to pretend to be mature and always liked to control him.
When Zhou Yuanyuan got out of the car, she saw General Zhou standing by the door. After not seeing him for a few days, General Zhou's back seemed a little hunched, but his eyes were still as sharp as ever.
Seeing General Zhou like this, Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes moistened. Her great-grandfather was already in his seventies. Although he had Xiaoyu's spiritual energy to help him, time was not forgiving! Especially the young people, including Zhou Yuanyuan herself, were busy with their own affairs, and no one could come back to accompany the lonely General Zhou.
"Grandpa Zeng, are you feeling well these days? Have you been smoking secretly by yourself?" Zhou Yuanyuan smelled a faint scent of tobacco from General Zhou, and saw that the big pipe that General Zhou had originally put aside was actually placed on the coffee table. How could she not understand?
"No, why would I smoke secretly?" General Zhou cheerfully stretched out a hand and touched Zhou Yuanyuan's head, then said: "My dear great-granddaughter, even if I smoke, I smoke openly."
Zhou Yuanyuan's mouth twitched and her eyes widened when she heard General Zhou's shameless words. "Ouch! I should let Grandpa Xi see how a grown man like Great-Grandpa could still act like a scoundrel!"
Looking at Zhou Yuanyuan, her eyes wide open, General Zhou couldn't help but burst out laughing. His adorable great-granddaughter was always so adorable. How could she not tell he was joking? Or was she just a clever Ah Xi, who was impossible to fool? General Zhou's thoughts drifted again.
"Oh my! Grandpa Zeng is teasing me on purpose!" Zhou Yuanyuan saw the mischief on General Zhou's face and realized that she had been tricked by General Zhou again. She couldn't help but pouting and pretending to be angry. However, Zhou Yuanyuan still felt a little happy in her heart. Grandpa Zeng didn't smoke, so what if she was tricked? Forget it! Just think of it as entertaining her parents today.
"I didn't smoke, really not. I just watched. We've been friends for many years! I don't know how long we can watch each other." General Zhou sat down on the sofa with the help of Zhou Yuanyuan, reached out and picked up the black pipe on the coffee table, his words full of emotion.
Zhou Yuanyuan's heart ached. She knew that General Zhou was looking at the pipe and was actually missing Zhou Xi who had left.
After she had some clues about Brother Ziqing's affairs, she decided to go to the secret realm of the monks! If she could ask Grandpa Xi's master for a favor, it would be great to let Grandpa Xi return to Kyoto to practice. Zhou Yuanyuan made up her mind.
After General Zhou chatted with Zhou Yuanyuan for a few sentences, he felt his heavy mood had become much happier, and then he started talking about business with Zhou Yuanyuan.
"Yuanyuan! Grandpa wants to ask you something. What's with that transparent shield that can block artillery shells suddenly appearing on Wen Ziqing? Did you create it?"
When the investigation team reported Wen Ziqing's incident, several high-ranking officials were stunned. A "shield" that automatically deployed to protect the body in the event of an explosion? A "shield" that could block the shockwaves of dozens of mines exploding simultaneously in a minefield? If such scientific research results were to be implemented throughout the entire army, our soldiers would be able to achieve zero casualties in any battle. Wouldn't our Iron Army of China be fearless of any war?
General Zhou was nearly annoyed by his old colleagues. They kept staring at him with gleaming eyes, asking when the "shield" would be ready for mass production. While General Zhou hoped his military could actually develop such an advanced and practical "shield," he knew those scientists had never even researched such a topic before. Their current research was focused on improving and upgrading weapons.
Protection? Wouldn't that just be passively accepting the attack? When General Zhou asked the scientists about this topic, they all shook their heads. They didn't want to be laughed at for being cowards. How could researching protective gear be as exciting as researching advanced weapons?
General Zhou didn't get any clues from the scientists. When he was annoyed by the questions of several old friends, a flash of inspiration came to his mind and he remembered his mysterious great-granddaughter Zhou Yuanyuan.
General Zhou knew that Zhou Yuanyuan was a cultivator, and a capable one at that. She and Wen Ziqing grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Could it be that she had gotten something life-saving for Wen Ziqing?
I have to say that although General Zhou is old, his mind is still as flexible as when he was young.
"Yes! Grandpa Zeng, was Brother Ziqing attacked by a shell? Is he injured? No! The jade talisman I made can withstand a full-strength nuclear weapon." When Zhou Yuanyuan heard about the "protective shield," her first thought was whether Wen Ziqing was in danger. Xiaoyu's "Vajra Jade Talisman" was only stronger when it encountered stronger enemies. If Wen Ziqing wasn't in danger, the protective shield wouldn't appear.
"Yuanyuan, my dear great-granddaughter! Grandpa knew it was you. What do you think? Can you make me a few more of these 'shields'?" Seeing Yuanyuan's admission, General Zhou's eyes lit up with joy. He could foresee a distant future where his soldiers, each armed with a 'shield', bravely charged onto the enemy battlefield. The enemy's artillery fire would be in vain. Just thinking about it was exciting!
"No! Grandpa Zeng, this thing can't be obtained just because you want to. Not only does it cost a lot of money, but it is also not tolerated by the 'Way of Heaven'." Zhou Yuanyuan knew that she should give up General Zhou's idea as soon as possible, otherwise it would be a big trouble.
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