Teach you qinggong

  Suddenly, Yan Yi felt a strong internal force monitoring them around him, frowning secretly, his hands still holding Qian Yu Xian, his ink pupils observing all the movements around him.

  That powerful inner strength discovered that Yan Yi had already found their existence, and didn't dare to stay any longer. He immediately used his inner strength to fly away.

  When he was certain that the powerful inner strength was no longer around, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Qianyu Xian in his arms again. Her face was still very red, her thin lips slightly raised, and her eyes were filled with indulgence. His voice was as gentle and pure as a piano:

  "Girl, I'll teach you qinggong."

  Qianyu Xian was taken aback, turned her head to look at Yan Yi who was holding her, her bright and clear big eyes blinked repeatedly, as she filtered through Yan Yi's words "Lass, I'll teach you qinggong."

  Teach me qinggong... qinggong... qinggong... wait!

  Qian Yu Xian's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Yan Yi excitedly:

  "Wait! Qīngōng? Is that the kind that allows you to fly?"

  Yan Yidan's phoenix eyes gazed at Qian Yu Xian's silly appearance, her thin lips curled up even more, and her ink pupils doted on Qian Yu Xian:

  "Is there another light skill?"

  If it weren't for being held by Yan Yi, Qian Yu Xian would have jumped up excitedly long ago. Unfortunately, she can't jump now, so Qian Yu Xian could only clap her small hands:

  "Great, great! Qigong! I want to learn, I want to learn!"

  Yan Yichong gazed at Qian Yu Xian with a doting expression, his thin lips pressed against Qian Yu Xian's ear, his voice as gentle and pure as the sound of a piano:

  "The best time to practice internal skills is the period before sunrise, why don't you come to my mansion tonight and we can cultivate together at dawn tomorrow."

  Her words were thin and her lips slightly curled up, like a bright silver leaf, and her voice was also full of **.

  Qianyu Xian's face turned red again, she lowered her head and bit her red lips, responding without much thought, "Mmm..."

  At night, the moon rises, and the Wangfu residence is like a world outside. The entire area is covered with purple lavender, and when the gentle breeze blows, the whole field of lavender looks like layers of deep purple waves rising and falling.

  In the middle of the purple lavender, there is a small path, the path is covered with gravel, and it feels very comfortable to walk on. On one side of the gravel road is the way to the Yan Yi room, and the other side leads to the clear-bottomed pond. In the middle of the pond, there is a circular mound like a small island in the sea, also planted with purple lavender. By the pond, there is also a patch of something covered with purple fluff, looking like a carpet.

  It's like a place where immortals live, without the hustle and bustle of other worldly children. It's quiet, elegant and noble here, and you can still smell the fragrance of lavender on your body.

  Qian Yu Xian sat on the edge of the pond, on a patch of purple, fluffy, carpet-like substance, looking up at the round moon in the sky, and couldn't help but think of the Mid-Autumn Festival celebrations back in modern times.

  Yan Yi sat beside Qian Yu Xian, observing her every move with his ink-colored eyes. Suddenly, Qian Yu Xian turned her head to look at Yan Yi, her rose-red lips opening slightly:

  "Have you heard of August 15th? Mid-Autumn Festival."

  Yan Yi heard this word for the first time, and Mo Rou looked at Qian Yu Xian with a puzzled expression, although it wasn't very obvious but was noticed by Qian Yu Xian. Qian Yu Xian lifted her head again to look at the round moon in the sky, her red lips curled up and her bright eyes showed a nostalgic emotion:

  "On our side, during the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, the moon is always very round, even rounder than the one in the sky now. At this time, our whole family will sit together to eat dinner, eat mooncakes and watch the moon while releasing Kongming lanterns..."

  As she spoke, Qianyu's eyes began to redden and tears uncontrollably welled up in her eyes. Her voice trembled but showed no signs of stopping:

  "Every time my dad would specially find a lawn where we could see the entire sky, our family would sit on the lawn eating mooncakes and watching the moon at the horizon, I don't know how happy it was... But heaven seemed to be jealous of my family's happiness and ruthlessly destroyed this happiness..."

  Yan Yi's eyebrows furrowed, her pale hands embracing Qian Yu Xian, holding Qian Yu Xian's head against her chest. Her pale hands patted the crying Qian Yu Xian's back. Her ink-like eyes showed a rare hint of pain as she gazed at the round moon in the sky. Her voice was like a piano, soft and clear, like a gentle stream flowing into the distance, moistening the depths of one's soul. Her tone was warm and gentle, neither rushed nor slow:

  "Don't cry, Xian'er."