This palm, although because of her doubts, she did not use 100% of her power.
However, even with only seven successes, it would definitely cause serious damage to the already injured Feng Dingchu.
But he can't let go.
His true energy can help Chu Qianli stabilize his heart and calm his breath. Once he lets go of his hand and uses his energy to resist Chu Qianli's palm, the comfort he gave to little Li'er will be in vain.
Finally, Feng Dingchu chose to close his eyes.
Ignoring her fatal blow to him.
His thin, pale lips opened slightly, and he quietly recited: "All living beings are troubled, and all troubles are suffering..."
With a cry, the palm wind came towards me.
But just as he was about to hit his chest, he suddenly stopped.
Feng Dingchu still didn't open his eyes. He believed in Xiao Li'er. At this time, he could only choose to believe.
"Troubles neither arise nor die, are neither dirty nor pure, neither increase nor decrease..."
Chu Qianli's eyebrows frowned.
His hand pressed against Feng Dingchu's chest, but the inner strength in his palm had dissipated.
"Old books..."
"Little Li'er, follow me and recite: The tangible is born from the invisible, the incompetent is born, and the something is returned to nothingness."
"All living beings...are troubled..."
Chu Qianli's hands were trembling, and her body was trembling slightly. Pain condensed between her brows.
Pressing the hand on Feng Dingchu's chest, he closed his fingers and squeezed slowly and tightly.
She is still trying to follow him in reciting the meditation mantra: "Trouble...all are suffering. Trouble...all are neither born nor destroyed..."
Finally, she fell into his arms.
...When I woke up again, the wind was gentle and the clouds were calm, and everything seemed to have passed.
Chu Qianli turned her head and looked at the man sitting cross-legged not far from her, doing exercises to heal his injuries.
dad……
I don't know why, but these two words are stuck deep in my throat.
My heart is sour.
She got up, sat in front of him, raised her head, and just looked at him quietly.
I watched it for a long time.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Dingchu's eyes still didn't open. His thin lips, which were slightly cracked due to injury, lacked a bit of the rose-colored luster of the past, but added a bit of nostalgia for the vicissitudes of life.
"Uncle Jiu, I hurt you again." Chu Qianli's words were not pretentious, but truly guilty.
Every time his zhenqi gets out of control, he either wastes his energy to save himself, or accidentally hurts him.
"Just get used to it." Feng Dingchu was open-minded.
He hadn't finished exercising yet, but he was just talking. Although it was still as light as water and a little hoarse, Chu Qianli could tell that he was very energetic.
It's okay.
She breathed a sigh of relief, still staring at his brows and facial features.
Dad... although he is very young, even though he looks like he is only in his mid-twenties.
But there is a soothing aura about him, like a very gentle elder.
Yes, it can make her feel at ease, give her warmth, and give her a sense of security like a big tree or a mountain.
How great would it be if Uncle Jiu were her father?
"What do you mean, dad?" he asked suddenly.
Chu Qianli was stunned and looked at him stupidly.
How does he know what he is thinking?
Feng Dingchu finally put away his anger, slowly opened his eyes, and stared back at her dirty little face: "When you were in a daze just now, you looked at me and called me several times, daddy."
Chu Qianli bit her lower lip and blinked: "Dad...that's what dad means."
If she had a father, if her father were still alive, would he be as good-looking as Uncle Jiu?
No, Uncle Jiu knew her mother, Long Xiyue, and was her mother's master's younger brother. They must have crossed paths back then.
Her father...
Chu Qianli hugged his arm and said anxiously: "You and my mother...Long Xiyue! Have you ever..."
