Ch 492: Master’s Chance Is Gone
Li Hanzhou ultimately tidied up a guest room and went to sleep there.
This was mainly to allow Su Nianyi to stabilize her emotions and facilitate her healing wounds.
Early the next morning.
Under the powerful effects of the Spring of Immortality, in just one night, Su Nianyi’s injuries had almost completely healed.
She was someone who loved her bed; unless it was her own bed, no matter how comfortable it was, she would always feel a little awkward, such as during those days when she pretended to be a new disciple in the Eastern Imperial Palace.
But here, she slept soundly that night, with a strange sense of peace of mind—a feeling she couldn’t explain.
Su Nianyi opened the door, looked at the lush trees in the courtyard, and felt the morning sunlight on her face, involuntarily squinting her eyes in enjoyment.
Indeed, coming to the Longevity Temple was the right choice.
If she had chosen to heal her wounds in the Valley of Unfeeling, not only would her injuries have healed slowly, but she would have had to watch the vast expanse of snow every day.
Although the snow scenery was also beautiful, it would get boring after a long time.
“Martial Uncle, are you awake?”
At that moment, a voice came from outside, and then Yun Qianzhu hopped over.
“Martial Uncle, are you free today? If you’re not, take me to… uh!”
Midway through her sentence, Yun Qianzhu looked at Su Nianyi in front of her, pausing, her eyes filled with great confusion.
“Li Hanzhou should still be asleep. What do you want to see him for?”
Su Nianyi looked at Yun Qianzhu and spoke calmly.
“No… nothing. But Sister Su, when did you arrive?”
Yun Qianzhu looked at the room behind Su Nianyi. If she remembered correctly, this should be where her Martial Uncle lived.
“I came last night. I should be staying at the Longevity Temple for the next two days. I’ll be bothering you then.”
“It’s fine. You’re Martial Uncle’s friend. Stay as long as you want,” Yun Qianzhu quickly shook her head.
“Thank you then.”
A smile appeared on Su Nianyi’s face. After a moment’s thought, she took something out of her Storage Bag and handed it to Yun Qianzhu.
“These are specialties from the Eastern Imperial Palace. They taste great. You can share them with your senior and junior brothers.”
“By the way, if Li Hanzhou wakes up, tell him that I’m waiting for him at Qingfeng Tavern.”
After all, she was a guest, and she had visited without the knowledge of anyone except Li Hanzhou.
She had also used the very precious Spring of Immortality to heal her wounds.
Su Nianyi felt that she couldn’t just eat and drink for free, so she took some of the generous gift the Wine Immortal had given her as thanks for eliminating the traitor and gave it to Yun Qianzhu.
Yun Qianzhu held the things in her hands, staring blankly at Su Nianyi’s disappearing figure.
After a long time, she finally came to her senses, her face suddenly changing, muttering, “It’s over, Master doesn’t have a chance.”
The Bamboo Sword Immortal arrived last night, slept in her Martial Uncle’s room, and gave her a gift—she looked like a virtuous wife. She didn’t believe that these two weren’t in a relationship.
But if that’s the case, what will happen to Master in the future?
“Qianzhu, what are you standing there doing?”
The moment Yun Qianzhu was lost in thought, Li Hanzhou came out of the other guest room, yawning as he walked over, asking in confusion.
“Huh? Martial Uncle, you didn’t sleep in your own room last night?”
Yun Qianzhu kept looking at the two rooms and asked.
“No, what’s wrong?”
Li Hanzhou then picked up a piece of fruit from Yun Qianzhu’s hand, took a bite, and exclaimed, “This fruit is pretty good. Where did you get it?”
“It’s good, it’s good!”
Yun Qianzhu let out a sigh of relief. Since her Martial Uncle slept in the other guest room, it meant she had been mistaken.
Master still has a chance!
Meanwhile, on a lake in White Cloud City.
“Thanks to the Longevity Temple, our environment has become so much better. I, an old man, wouldn’t have the money to make a living and continue running this boat business…”
On a small boat, an old man, paddling his oars, spoke excitedly.
His voice was full of admiration and gratitude for the Longevity Temple.
“Things will definitely get better and better.”
At the bow of the boat, Su Nianyi withdrew her gaze from the Green Mountains and Clear Waters in front of her and said.
Leaving the Longevity Temple and coming to White Cloud City, almost every person she met would speak of their admiration for the Longevity Temple, from the elderly to young children, all the same.
The improved environment not only restored vitality to this place, but also prevented the commoners living here from suffering from natural disasters.
As long as Li Hanzhou successfully sets up the Great Formation, their Valley of Unfeeling should also return to its former environment and atmosphere.
Li Hanzhou was about to leave, so Su Nianyi planned to treat him to a meal at Qingfeng Tavern as a farewell, wishing him smooth sailing.
“Then I’ll take your word for it, young lady,” the old man laughed happily.
Su Nianyi clasped her hands behind her back, nodded, and continued to gaze at the Green Mountains and Clear Waters in front of her.
Suddenly, a small boat slowly drifted past from the front.
Su Nianyi only glanced at it briefly before intending to look away.
However, after her gaze fell upon the two figures on the small boat, she couldn’t help but pause.
“Hm?”
On the lake not far away, the oars were quietly resting on the boat.
The river carried the small boat, pushing layer upon layer of green waves on the lake’s surface, appearing and disappearing in the hazy morning mist.
“The water is a little cold.”
A pair of slender hands scooped up a cluster of water from the lake’s surface. The slightly chilly water gradually turned her palms a little red from the cold.
Song Yitao spread her hands, allowing the water to flow back into the lake.
At this moment, she was dressed in white, sitting quietly on the small boat. The hem of her clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, as if a fairy had stepped out of a painting, indescribably beautiful.
Shi Ming, sitting beside her, quietly watched this scene, momentarily lost in thought.
Only when a fair hand waved in front of him did he come to his senses, saying, “Shall I help you warm up?”
“No, just continue talking about what you were saying earlier.”
Song Yitao smiled gently, her eyes fixed on Shi Ming.
However, her usually cold gaze, as she looked at Shi Ming at this moment, was like ice slowly melting under the warm sun, with much less chill, and a hint of gentleness.
It was unthinkable that the Jianghu’s number one beauty, who had rejected countless geniuses, would show such a smile to a boy.
“Oh, alright, where did I get to?”
Shi Ming looked away, towards the rippling lake water, and smiled honestly, saying.
“Back then, I didn’t even know I would defeat Hong Tiandu. I didn’t expect that the Tai Chi Fist my Martial Uncle taught me would be so powerful. If heaven could give me another chance, even if I hadn’t cultivated Tai Chi Fist, I would have definitely gone up on that arena…”
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