Lingxi lowered her eyes to look at Qin Shu's belly, which was not showing any sign of pregnancy, with a faint smile in her eyes.
"The child is healthy and energetic. The Xie family finally got what they wanted."
Qin Shu smiled: "From what the master said, my pregnancy is safe."
Lingxi just smiled and said nothing, inviting Qin Shu: "Last time I came to the Jing City compound, I didn't have time to take a good look around. I wonder if the young lady has time to take me to familiarize myself with the compound."
Qin Shu nodded: "I couldn't ask for more."
"No!" Ah Hua's wife tried to stop her anxiously.
She looked at Lingxi with disapproval on her face: "Young Madam has just gotten up and hasn't eaten yet. Master, wait a little longer until Young Madam and Miss have finished their meal before leaving?"
Lingxi apologized: "Sorry, I was negligent."
After being reminded by Aunt Hua, Qin Shu was actually a little hungry: "Master, have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat something together?"
"I've already used it, so I won't bother you, Madam. I'll go to the courtyard and wait for you, so don't worry."
"Okay—"
*
Half an hour later.
Qin Shu and Lingxi walked on the bluestone road in the courtyard.
The two of them were talking intermittently, and when they passed by a century-old tree, Lingxi stopped walking.
He asked calmly, "How many years do you think this tree can live?"
Qin Shu looked up at the ancient tree with lush branches and leaves, full of vitality.
She said uncertainly: "If it is carefully taken care of, it may live for hundreds or thousands of years. It should be fine."
Lingxi, with the demeanor of a great man, said meaningfully, "It's dying. It can only live until the end of next summer."
Qin Shu frowned and asked in confusion: "But I see it is alive and well."
She often saw this century-old tree from the second-floor balcony of her home. Its emerald green leaves sparkled with vigorous vitality under the sunlight, and it didn't look like it would die at all.
Lingxi walked forward, with her palm against the tree trunk: "Young Madam, why don't you come and feel it for yourself."
Qin Shu followed suit and put her hands on the tree trunk.
The next moment, Lingxi tapped the tree trunk gently.
A hollow voice sounded.
Lingxi touched a crack in the book cover with her finger, revealing the holes inside, which was quietly being ravaged by termites.
Qin Shu's face was filled with shock, and she realized that the interior of the ancient tree had long been corroded by time and decay. Although it looked like it had a vibrant trunk, its candle of life was actually about to go out.
Lingxi patted the bark residue on his hands and looked at Qin Shu with a smile.
"Young Madam, do you think this century-old tree looks like you?"
Qin Shu's pupils shrank sharply, and a flash of hostility passed through her eyes.
She looked at Lingxi calmly: "Master, what do you mean by this? I don't quite understand."
Lingxi smiled faintly: "Young Madam is a smart person, she will understand."
He continued to move forward, the sound rising slowly and steadily.
"Madam, there is a pavilion in front, why don't you go over there and sit down?"
Qin Shu concealed the deep thoughts in her eyes and said calmly: "Okay——"
Lingxi sat on a stone bench, fiddling with the chessboard on the table. Qin Shu sat opposite him, looking at him inquiringly.
——This old fox speaks half-hidden and half-revealed, and I don’t know what he means.
Lingxi suddenly looked up and smiled at Qin Shu.
"Young Madam, if you keep looking at me like this, I suspect you are interested in me."
Qin Shu's expression cracked, and she said dryly: "...Master, you are joking."
It’s okay to doubt her intelligence, but you can’t insult her taste!
Lingxi seems gentle, but in fact he is full of calculations.
No matter how you look at it, this guy looks like a thousand-year-old fox, and he isn't particularly good-looking. You must be blind to fall for him!
Qin Shu was too lazy to deal with Lingxi, so she got straight to the point and said, "It was my mother-in-law who invited the master here. I don't want you to tell my fortune, I just want to know about the monks, how many people are there in this group, what are their strengths, and whether they all live long lives?"
Lingxi's expression was surprised. She looked at Qin Shu in astonishment. She didn't expect her to be so direct.
This made him feel inexplicably frustrated.
It seemed that he was the only one who was taking the fight seriously, and Qin Shu angrily overturned the table and stopped playing.
Lingxi looked into Qin Shu's cold black eyes and asked instead of answering: "Don't you want to know your fate?"
Qin Shu raised her eyebrows slightly, proudly and domineeringly: "My fate is determined by me."
She doesn't believe in any predetermined fate, nor does she believe that her own life is just a few words from other people's mouths.
Lingxi smiled knowingly, knowing that Qin Shu remained true to her original aspirations despite the bumpy road ahead, and that her pride was natural.
"Well, now that you have one foot in the circle, I will tell you about this circle."
"There is a group of people in this world that ordinary people cannot contact. They are monks who live in seclusion in the mountains."
"The monks are divided into many factions, each with its own rules, and the strong are respected..."
After listening to Lingxi's story, Qin Shu learned a lot.
For example, there are indeed monks in this world.
But there are very few cultivators with real abilities, and most of them are just half-baked.
There are probably less than a hundred monks in China. They never care about worldly affairs and devote themselves to practicing in seclusion in the mountains.
The Wuxiang Zhenren killed by Qin Shu was indeed the legitimate son of Longhu Mountain, but there was another story behind it.
Wuxiang Zhenren secretly learned the skills from the inner disciples, and became bloodthirsty, evil and cunning. He was expelled by the leader of Longhu Mountain for killing innocent people.
“…Young Madam, you killed the Immortal Wuxiang, which can be said to have vindicated the other cultivators. Many people are grateful to you.
It's just that Commander Xie seems to be worried about the monks entering the secular world and intervening in the struggle for power, which has caused quite a stir in the past two days.
Last night, nearly a hundred monks came to Beijing to deliver a message, saying that they had no thoughts about their so-called power and wealth, and that they could rest assured. "
Qin Shu listened to Lingxi's teasing words and said sarcastically: "If the cultivators were really not interested, Wuxiang Zhenren would not have colluded with the Jiang family."
Lingxi chuckled and shook her head: "This is a misunderstanding. The Jiang family didn't know the purpose of Wuxiang Zhenren, and they were also used."
Qin Shu's black and white eyes flashed, and she sneered, "Who knows if it's true or not."
Lingxi said with a slightly regretful look: "Young Madam, you can rest assured. Wuxiang Zhenren is an outlier, and there are very few people like him.
Now, more than half of the cultivators in China are approaching their deadline. Money, fame and fortune are insignificant to them and are not worth wasting their time on. "
Qin Shu was shocked and said perfunctorily, "Is there anyone in this world who is not interested in money, fame and gain?"
The end is near?
Aren’t monks supposed to live to 150 years old?
If more than half of the monks die, won’t there be even fewer monks in the future!
Lingxi didn't know what Qin Shu was thinking, and said dejectedly: "Don't be hostile to those people, they are all pitiful."
Qin Shu raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a playful tone: "Pathetic? Sorry, I didn't see that."
Having a life span nearly half longer than that of an average person is what many people aspire to.
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