Din Tong, who was swinging on the swing, seemed to be frightened and fell off the swing, squatting down on his butt.
Yuan Xiaolou, who was busy in the kitchen, ran out wearing an apron and a spoon, wanting to see Ye Xiaochuan.
The old storyteller sitting in the yard drinking a small drink seemed very calm.
He shook the bamboo tube in his hand and said: "Girl, leave him alone. If he can't bear this little pain, every step in the future will be ten times or a hundred times more painful than this. How can he bear it?"
Yuan Xiaolou asked anxiously: "Grandpa, what on earth is Xiaochuan doing recently?
Is it really possible to recover one’s cultivation level?”
The old storyteller said: "Maybe, it mainly depends on his perseverance."
At dusk, Ye Xiaochuan walked out of the room with a cane and a tired look on his face, and came to the living room and dining room.
Yuan Xiaolou quickly helped Ye Xiaochuan sit on the chair, with a look of concern on his face.
Said: "Xiaochuan, are you okay?"
Ye Xiaochuan shook his head silently, said nothing, grabbed his chopsticks and started eating.
It has been three days. Ye Xiaochuan has been locking himself in his room for these three days, hitting the Yongquan point. But for these three days, in addition to pain, there is still pain.
He was in so much pain that he didn't even have the heart to say a word.
Cultivation and Taoism are a very pleasant thing. In the process of absorbing spiritual energy, all the meridians open up, just like bathing in a hot spring.
However, there is no pleasure at all when practicing acupoints.
The heart-rending pain, like a thousand knives piercing the heart, is beyond the imagination of most people.
But it's not without any gains.
It’s not that there are gains in acupoints, but there are gains in appetite.
In the past three days, Ye Xiaochuan's appetite has increased significantly.
Yuan Xiaolou cares about Ye Xiaochuan and has been giving Ye Xiaochuan extra meals these days. In the past, Ye Xiaochuan only ate one bowl of rice per meal, but now he can eat three large bowls and a large bowl of meat.
He was called Rice Bucket No. 2 by the old storyteller.
If he hadn't seen Ye Xiaochuan's appetite increased greatly and he could eat and drink, Yuan Xiaolou would have stopped Ye Xiaochuan's suicidal behavior long ago.
At the dinner table, Yuan Xiaolou kept putting meat on Ye Xiaochuan and said: "Grandpa, there is no rice, no meat, no money..." The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said, "I am just a rice pail. Let's eat some rice."
The porridge is still acceptable.
Now there is another rice pail, and each meal requires two pounds of meat. Do you know how expensive meat is now?
According to this way of eating, even the gold and silver mountains are not enough to eat!"
Yuan Xiaolou was furious, stared at the old storyteller, and shouted, "Grandpa, what are you talking about?"
The old storyteller laughed dryly and said: "Grandpa was just joking, nothing else.
The heavy snow will pass in a few days, and the road to Chang'an City will also be unblocked. Tomorrow, grandpa will take the No. 1 rice bucket to Chang'an to perform tricks, that's all right."
As soon as he heard that he could go out, Big Panda No. 1 immediately raised his head from the big wooden basin and howled, as if not going to Chang'an City in the past few days had almost made him sick.
The meal was not pleasant. Yuan Xiaolou would roll his eyes at the old storyteller from time to time, which made the old storyteller half full and had to hide in his room.
After nightfall, Yuan Xiaolou opened the door and entered the room. When she saw Ye Xiaochuan sitting cross-legged and meditating on the bed, she did not dare to disturb him.
Not long after, Ye Xiaochuan's body trembled violently and he couldn't help but scream.
Yuan Xiaolou immediately ran to the bedside and saw Ye Xiaochuan sweating profusely and looking in pain, and felt very unbearable.
She helped Ye Xiaochuan lie down gently on the bed, and said with hazy eyes: "Xiaochuan, why don't we stop practicing? I will take care of you for the rest of my life."
Ye Xiaochuan looked at her cheek and said softly: "I'm fine."
Yuan Xiaolou took a cloth and wiped the sweat from Ye Xiaochuan's forehead due to pain.
Said: "Is this okay?
You just talk hard! It’s getting late, go to bed and stop practicing.”
Ye Xiaochuan nodded.
Only then did Yuan Xiaolou become happy.
She didn't want to see Ye Xiaochuan in such pain, it was more uncomfortable than her own pain.
Yuan Xiaolou gently unbuttoned his pockets, and soon stripped himself down to only his belly and shorts. His fair skin seemed to shine with a strange brilliance under the oil lamp.
Ye Xiaochuan just lay on the bed quietly, watching Yuan Xiaolou's every move.
Yuan Xiaolou noticed that Ye Xiaochuan was looking at her. Her cheeks turned slightly red and she said, "It's been a few months, haven't you seen enough?"
Ye Xiaochuan was speechless.
He no longer lives in despair all day long.
The change in mentality gave him a new lease of life.
It seems that he has become the same Ye Xiaochuan who loved beautiful things again.
Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan was silent, Yuan Xiaolou blew out the oil lamp and got into Ye Xiaochuan's bed.
Everything feels so familiar, so natural.
Their relationship is pure and flawless, without any selfish thoughts added to it.
Even now Ye Xiaochuan can move his hands and feet, and he can do things that adults love to do.
However, they still have not made any further progress.
Tonight, Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be very interested.
After Yuan Xiaolou got into bed, he stretched out his hand and hugged Yuan Xiaolou into his arms.
Normally, Yuan Xiaolou would pick up his arm and put it under his head.
It was rare for Ye Xiaochuan to take the initiative to hug someone like tonight, in the past few months.
As usual, the two of them kissed before going to bed.
After the kiss, Ye Xiaochuan said: "Xiaolou, if you want to learn that heavenly book, I will teach you."
Yuan Xiaolou shook his head and said: "I don't want to learn. If possible, I would rather be an ordinary person, find a man who loves me, marry me, raise a husband and raise children, that would be great.
Since the death of my grandma, I have been hiding in hiding. Although I have made rapid progress in cultivation over the years and reached the realm of heaven and human at a very young age, this is not the life I want."
As he was talking, suddenly there was a knocking sound on the wall.
Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou raised their heads at the same time.
On the other side of that wall is the old storyteller's room. Obviously, the person who smashed the wall late at night was the old man.
The voice of the old storyteller came: "Rice Buck No. 2, don't listen to her nonsense, this girl's head is broken.
She has taken care of you for so long and her reputation has been lost. Is it okay for you not to give her some compensation?
We don’t want anything else, just the chapter on beasts and monsters in the seventh volume of the Book of Heaven.”
Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou looked at each other.
Immediately, Yuan Xiaolou grabbed the pillow and smashed it against the wall.
He said angrily: "Grandpa, why are you sneaking under the wall in the middle of the night and eavesdropping on my conversation with Xiaochuan? You are such a crooked old man!"
The old storyteller seemed to be angrier than she was, and shouted: "It's not that I want to hear it, but the sound insulation effect of this wall is too poor! Besides, grandpa is trying to get benefits for you. Once this kid recovers, do you think you can stop him?"
Can you live with him?
He tarnished your innocence, then walked away with a pat on the back. You get some benefits and can soothe some injured hearts at that time.
Rice Bucket No. 2, if you know how to be grateful, pass on the chapter on beasts and monsters in the seventh volume of the Heavenly Book that you have learned to this girl. This volume of the Heavenly Book is very important to her..."
