527 Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles
Inside the Changzhou government office, in the study, Mr. Wang, Yuan Cangming, and others sat facing each other.
Upon seeing someone from my hometown, I felt a surge of inexplicable warmth. Their faces were both familiar and strange, as if we had crossed the barriers of time and space.
Looking at the three young people in front of me, full of vigor, their eyes held a long-lost warmth, an warmth that remained unchanged.
He spoke softly, with a hint of self-deprecation, "My fellow disciples have traveled a long way to get here; thank you all for your hard work."
He bowed slightly to express his gratitude.
The three quickly returned the greeting. Yuan Cangming smiled and said, "Senior Brother, you're too kind. We should be the ones thanking you for your kindness in allowing us to proceed so smoothly with our practice."
A few soft words instantly closed the distance between them.
Mr. Wang smiled slightly and asked softly, "Is the Dean in good health? Is he still as agile as before?"
Yuan Cangming smiled and said, "Yes, thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. The Dean also misses you very much. It's been many years since we last met, and your cultivation has certainly improved even further. Congratulations, Senior Brother."
Mr. Wang shook his head slightly, not paying it any mind. He focused intently, examining the object carefully, his expression turning serious. He said softly, "Junior Brother Cangming, may I take a look?"
Yuan Cangming smiled indifferently, gently stood up, came to his senior brother, and extended his left hand.
Mr. Wang's eyes showed a hint of worry. He gently checked with his inner energy and found that Yuan Cangming's body was like a sieve, quickly dissipating into the air.
A hint of sadness and surprise escaped her lips. After a moment of silence, she sighed softly, "What happened? It wasn't like this when I left."
Yuan Cangming gently shook his head, sincerely saying, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. I, Cangming, am only alive thanks to the Dean's care; that's enough. I'm a hundred or a thousand times happier than most people. This minor setback is nothing to worry about, Senior Brother."
Chu Ci bowed slightly, her eyes filled with barely perceptible sadness, and said softly, "Uncle-Master, everything was normal after you left, but when Cangming reached the sixth level of cultivation, for some reason, his entire body began to leak."
The dean also inspected the site multiple times but was unable to find the problem.
Mr. Wang nodded slightly, his brows furrowed, a fleeting hint of murderous intent flashing across his face. He asked softly, "Have any other spies been discovered inside?"
Bu Yaoyao nodded affirmatively and said softly, "After several careful investigations, we have indeed found no problems."
The dean speculated that this might be related to Cangming's depletion of vital energy in his childhood, which was difficult to replenish later in life.
Mr. Wang nodded slightly, 'It seems that no one else did it.'
Yuan Cangming smiled gently and changed the subject, saying, "This matter isn't entirely hopeless. If one day the Qi of the Sage of Literature infuses the body, cleansing the marrow and rejuvenating the body, it's like being reborn. There might still be a chance."
Without continuing the conversation with the three of them, she gently and solemnly handed the Thousand Mountain Fire Lotus that the dean had asked her to bring to her senior brother.
He said in a low voice, "Senior brother, the dean asked me to bring this to you."
Mr. Wang carefully took it, gently opened it, and was greeted by a rich medicinal fragrance. He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "The Dean is indeed keeping up with the times. I understand what this is. I will bring it to Madam Yunsu next time I go to the border town."
Your situation isn't beyond repair.
He gently took out three Dragon Blood Rice grains from his bosom and quickly flew them into the hands of the three people.
Yuan Cangming and the other two carefully examined the object in their hands, which resembled a red pearl or a ruby.
"Is this dragon blood rice? But how can it be so bright red?" he exclaimed incredulously.
Mr. Wang smiled gently, looked at the three people's surprised faces, nodded slightly, and said softly, "It is indeed dragon blood rice. I am also a poor scholar and do not have many treasures to give you. I am just taking advantage of my student's reputation. This is a gift for you."
Don't linger, we'll eat when we have time.
"Thank you, senior brother." "Thank you, uncle." The three said gratefully.
Mr. Wang looked at the three people in front of him, smiled slightly, and seemed to be deep in thought about the matter of Yuan Cangming.
At dawn, looking at the sleeping beauty in his arms, he gently lifted her up.
After becoming a Martial Saint, the Divine Bell Shield was completed. His strength circulated endlessly throughout his body, and his waist remained undamaged despite countless bends. He felt no fatigue, only ever-increasing vitality.
Unfortunately, the beauty was sleepy.
Youth is wonderful. Not long after they came out, Cui'er, Li'er, Qing'er, and Bai'er slowly emerged from the room, all wearing fitted short skirts.
Upon seeing Shen Lang in front of them, the four of them blushed instantly.
Cui'er had become increasingly beautiful, her bright, clear eyes flawless and delicate. Tall and graceful, her figure fully developed, she mustered her courage and whispered, "Sir, would you like to go wash up?"
Her face turned bright red the moment she asked the question.
He nodded slightly.
In the washbasin, wearing a loose swimsuit, her arms were tightly embraced by Qing'er and Bai'er, and she leaned against Cui'er behind her, Cui'er's jade hand gently pressing on her shoulder.
Li'er gently straightened her clothes.
The pool water was warm, and the four people's faces were flushed.
He Chen asked softly, "Are you all settling in alright?"
Cui'er leaned even closer, firmly holding Chen Lang's head steady so it wouldn't move from side to side.
She said softly and shyly, "Sir, we're used to it, but we can't help you much."
Call me Shen Lang, or Shen Ge'er, no need to call me Master.
'Yes, Shen Lang.' 'Shen Lang.'
The four of them instantly called out shyly and sweetly, feeling extremely happy.
It pressed tightly against me.
He Chen said in a low voice, "Is there anything you need? If so, tell me, and I might be able to help you look for it."
The four understood Shen Lang's thoughts and gently shook their heads. Cui'er whispered with a hint of worry, "Thank you, Shen Lang. We also have nowhere else to go, so we hope you won't find us unworthy."
He instantly pulled the four of them into his arms and whispered, "How could this be?"
Cui'er blushed, leaning against his safe shoulder, and whispered gratefully, "Thank you, Shen Lang."
Li'er, Qing'er, and Bai'er were also clinging tightly to each other.
Bai'er glanced at the other three, who blushed and nodded slightly.
The three of them stood close together, blocking their view.
Bai'er nodded gently.
Half an incense stick's time later, a low murmur was heard, which stopped an hour later.
In Dalong Prefecture, Captain Guan looked at the Dragon Blood Rice in the jade box with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Although he was surprised, he knew that this thing did not belong to the Spirit Rice Sect, but was cultivated by the adults. He admired them even more.
The Dragon Blood Rice of the Spirit Rice Sect is not so bright red. Moreover, the Spirit Rice Sect has become increasingly conservative in recent years, selling less and less Dragon Blood Rice to outsiders. Occasionally, seeds are deliberately released on the black market.
One can guess most of what they're thinking. Dragon Blood Rice, after all, needs to be related to dragons.
In all these years, apart from the true dragons slain by the adults, there has been no news of any other true dragons appearing in the world. Smelling the fragrant medicinal herbs before him, he felt much more relaxed.
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