“The Thunder Painting requires fearlessness of thunder, while the Divine Fire Painting requires fear of fire and vitality,” she pondered. “I am more suited to studying the Thunder Painting.”
"Need vitality?" Li Qianxia's eyes lit up. "My hot princess is finally going to become the mainstream of the times!"
“I think you might be more suited to a visualization painting like ‘Soaring Through the Clouds’ than ‘Thunderclap’,” Li Changzhou said to Yang Qinglan. “When spring arrives…when Yaochi comes, we’ll see if there’s any way to exchange them.”
“Hmm.” Yang Qinglan nodded in agreement. “Even if we can’t exchange them, she needs us to help her get a higher level of visualization technique. We can use ‘Riding the Clouds’ as payment.”
"Hey, can't you guys show some basic respect to this hot princess? Give me some kind of response, okay?"
"Let's eat," Yang Qinglan said.
This time, Li Changzhou nodded: "I've stewed chicken, roasted duck, and steamed fish."
"What about vegetarian dishes?"
"Hey!" Li Qianxia snapped angrily.
For lunch, she ate half a chicken, half a roast duck, and half a fish!
In the afternoon, Li Qianxia went to learn the "Divine Fire Diagram". Yang Qinglan did not learn "Whole Force" but instead kept sparring with Li Changzhou to find a set of skill combos to deal with "Whole Force".
In her words, in this age of skills and visualization, who would still practice martial arts? It's a waste of time.
Li Changzhou thought she was right, but he personally enjoyed practicing martial arts, just as he was very fascinated by and confident in all aspects of his body.
A moment later, Li Qianxia slowly emerged from the tree branches, but her bouncing ponytail gave her away.
"Sigh." She sighed, drawing their attention.
Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan exchanged a knowing glance.
"Let's continue."
"Um."
The two continued sparring. Li Qianxia finally couldn't hold back any longer. Holding a blood-red steel spear, she unleashed a burst of power, like a meteor shower, and attacked the two of them.
I practiced all day Sunday.
Morning exercise, Monday to Friday;
During the day, I attend classes while brainstorming, reflecting, summarizing, and gathering information, all while relaxing and relieving mental fatigue and physical stress.
That evening, the day's thoughts were confirmed—Yang Qinglan spent some time researching elixirs (in 1928, he experimented many times with medicinal materials, producing many rare and ancient medicines; the bank and pawnshop yielded nothing, and he did not obtain anything strange).
Another week has passed, and it's Friday night, November 3rd.
The three of them ate street food—skewers, fried rice, stinky tofu, and other odds and ends—under the golden apricot tree in the courtyard rented by the brother and sister.
You can't practice martial arts all the time. You get used to the green food in a honey pot world, and sometimes you crave the salty and spicy food from the street vendors.
"Mmm!" Li Qianxia, who was eating wolf-tooth potatoes while playing on her phone, finished the potato and held her phone up to the middle. "Look!"
Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan exchanged a glance.
“I’ve been paying close attention to this kind of news lately, and I even search for it specifically,” Li Qianxia said.
On my phone, there was a message from a themed museum.
The Li Xinghua Museum features exhibits including: his first photo taken when he was a bandit, his military service, his military uniform, the layout of the Marshal's Mansion, a group photo of his seven concubines, mahjong tiles, a family portrait, his children, and a photo taken before his assassination.
"Come to the Li Xinghua Museum and learn about the life of the Marshal." This is the slogan.
“Some of the items here came from various museums, and some were sponsored by private individuals. And then—” Li Qianxia swiped her finger to open a photo, “Look at this.”
A pearl necklace resembling hanging beads, sponsored by Li Biwei.
In 1928, Li Biwei was seventeen years old. If she had lived a long life, it is indeed possible that she would still be alive today.
“It’s not her.” Li Qianxia seemed to see through Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan’s thoughts.
She clicked on the picture again, and it shrunk. She pointed to the note below the picture, which said it was sponsored by an elderly man named Li Yu.
It also clearly states that Li Biwei died twenty years ago, before Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia were born.
“This necklace might be a prop,” Li Changzhou said.
"Props? Real-world items, will the game recognize them?" Li Qianxia expressed doubt. "If they can't be recognized, even if they're special, you can't bring them back to the past."
“It’s okay if we can’t bring it into the game,” Yang Qinglan said. “Let’s keep this necklace as a memento.”
She looked at Li Changzhou.
Li Changzhou's intuition told him that Yang Qinglan had seen through his true thoughts—in his eyes, this necklace was more than just a prop.
In 1928, Li Changzhou didn't have much affection for Li Biwei, but 100 years later, standing outside of history, he felt a sense of tenderness and affection for this "sister".
When the green shade overhead is blown by the wind, he sometimes recalls the scene of him standing under the grape trellis, with Li Biwei talking to him on the veranda;
When rejected, she lay in bed crying, and even seemed to be using a curse to kill herself and her husband.
Also, after being knocked unconscious by the king cobra venom, he visited her several times, and she lay on the bed with a peaceful, sleeping face.
"Go ahead." Yang Qinglan took a sip of juice.
Li Changzhou picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, stood up, and said, "I'll be right back."
The body turned into oil paint and was sucked into the photo on the phone.
"What would happen if I turned off the screen right now?" Li Qianxia suddenly wondered.
Yang Qinglan thought for a moment: "Your brother will become history."
"So cool?!"
One must not do anything that affects others;
You may not touch the exhibits, except where touching is explicitly permitted.
Do not make loud noises;
Running and playing are not allowed inside the exhibition hall;
Selfie sticks are not allowed;
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