Hide in the world of gods and demons

Chapter 35 Harmony of Yin and Yang
now.

On the main street in front of Qiao Guanyuan's residence, a grand banquet was being held, with guests filling the seats and the atmosphere bustling and lively. Various dishes made from spiritual objects were being served in a continuous stream.

"You've all worked hard these past few days. I'd like to offer you all a toast." Qiao Guanyuan stood up with high spirits, bowed to everyone, and then raised his wine glass and said loudly.

There was absolutely no sign of the dejection that followed the assassination attempt a few days ago:
"In addition, I would like to take this rare opportunity to say a few things. First, from now on, there will be no more night patrol teams, and we will change our name to the Spirit Tiger Gang."

"It should have been done a long time ago. The name 'Night Patrol Team' sounds so incongruous."

"Yes, Chief Steve Jobs."

"Great name, it's powerful!"

Qiao Guanyuan pressed his hands down, and everyone immediately quieted down. He continued, "Secondly, I have decided to crush the Giant Bear Gang within ten days and make Zhao Ding pay a bloody price."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and drank the spirit wine in the cup in one gulp, then threw the cup hard to the ground, where it shattered into pieces.

"it is good!"

"Kill the mother of a bitch."

"Who does Zhao Ding think he is, daring to compete with our Chief Qiao!"

"He even attempted assassination; what a despicable and shameless scoundrel."

"When our night patrol team... no, when the Spirit Tiger Gang came out, the Giant Bear Gang was still in some unknown womb."

The gang members started making a ruckus, their faces flushed, and they slammed their fists on the table.

Qiao Guanyuan sat down with a beaming smile. Everyone came up to toast him, and they all flattered him. He changed his wine glass, talking and laughing loudly while downing his drinks in one gulp, displaying great boldness and high spirits.

Just as the wine was flowing freely and everyone was in high spirits.

One of the gang members shuffled over, leaned close to Qiao Guanyuan's ear, and whispered a few words.

Qiao Guanyuan's smile faded, and a hint of coldness appeared on his face: "Send more people to keep an eye on him and see if he makes any unusual moves!"

……

The talisman-making room.

Various discarded talismans and draft papers were piled up haphazardly on the table, covered with all sorts of scribbles.

The arrow-avoidance talisman was a completely new talisman for Chen Li. He had no fragmented memories to draw upon, and he had to explore and study everything step by step.

Each talisman has strict rules for its transition and creation. The writing technique alone has various intricacies: when to be gentle yet firm, when to be soft yet strong, when to be vigorous and powerful, and when to be continuous and unbroken. When you add in the various techniques for outputting spiritual energy, it becomes countless times more complex.

The knowledge in books is often profound yet concise, and the descriptions are not only rough and brief, but often contain hidden meanings. Chen Li needs to explore and investigate these things one by one.

Fortunately, he is no longer as penniless as he was when he first transmigrated, unable to even afford a few talisman skins.

With his vast wealth, he has countless opportunities to try and is not afraid of failure.

He took out another talisman.

After a series of rituals involving skillful mind training, tranquility, and prayer to heaven and earth, the person completes the process.

Chen Li rolled up his sleeves, picked up his brush, dipped it in blood ink, and began to write smoothly. However, after only drawing half of it, the talisman skin hissed and slowly emitted green smoke.

I tried again, and failed again!

He picked up the discarded talisman and carefully examined any possible errors or omissions. Then he took out paper and pen and began to write a summary of his experience. As he wrote, he couldn't help but feel irritable.

"Why should I waste my time here!"

"Why should I stay in this damn talisman-making room drawing these worthless, damned talismans!" He looked at the pile of useless talismans and drafts in front of him, wishing he could throw them all into the trash can and get rid of them.

Hearing the sound of chopping wood outside and feeling restless, he simply put down his pen, got up and left the talisman-making room, intending to go outside for a walk to clear his mind.

The late autumn evening sun shone on my face, carrying a faint warmth.

The bald tree stubbornly clings to its last few withered leaves, as if to show that it is not truly bald.

"Chopping wood!" Chen Li said, trying to make conversation.

Zhou Hong sat on the boulder by the door, holding a wood-chopping knife, chopping firewood one stroke at a time. Since Gao Bo's death, she had rarely gone out to adventure. Chen Li often saw her at home, and over time, the two of them gradually became closer.

Zhou Hong glanced at him: "What a jerk!"

Chen Li immediately perked up and laughed, "I'm best at chopping wood, make way, let me help you!"

Zhou Hong declined several times, but couldn't persuade Chen Li otherwise, so she reluctantly gave up her seat, carrying her red robe.

Chen Li sat down on the boulder, gripped his wood-chopping knife, lifted a log, and skillfully began chopping firewood: "In the future, if there are any similar rough or tiring jobs, just call me. I'm a body cultivator, I have plenty of strength."

Zhou Hong stared at Chen Li, seemingly lost in thought. She clutched the hem of her clothes, hesitated for a moment, and then gently parted her lips: "I understand your feelings. Do you really want to be with me? Have you thought it through? I've been with men before."

She blushed as she spoke.

"Ah!" Chen Li was a little taken aback. Zhou Hong's thought process always caught him off guard. They were having a normal chat, how did the tone suddenly turn like this? It was as if the two of them were on completely different wavelengths.

On impulse, the words slipped out: "I want to be with you."

Zhou Hong's face was flushed, a hint of allure mixed with shyness. She gave him a charming look, then lowered her head, turned around, and slipped through the door.

What does this mean?
Why did you leave without saying a word?

Are you still going to worry about firewood?
Or... should we go in and ask?
Chen Li's heart pounded, and the wood-chopping knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He followed it in a daze.

……

This night.
Zhou Hong nestled obediently in his arms, murmuring incessantly:
"Since we'll be living together from now on, you'll be in charge of the household. I still have some savings, I'll give them all to you... But you shouldn't go to brothels anymore, those women practice evil magic, going too often will ruin your health."

Chen Li couldn't stand this huge accusation and said, "This... I didn't even go!"

“If you say you didn’t go, then you didn’t go!” Zhou Hong was unusually gentle, her face full of longing for the future as she said, “From now on, you will draw talismans to support the family, and I will take good care of you at home. We can live a peaceful life and never have to take risks again.”

"Yes!" Chen Li nodded, knowing that the other person was thinking about that chaotic night again, and comforted him, "It's all in the past!"

……

Chen Li harmonized Yin and Yang, and the frustration caused by the failure to draw the talisman disappeared.

Early the next morning.

Chen Li then sat back down in the talisman-making room, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Thinking back to last night, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face. Hehe!

Although I acted impulsively yesterday and was completely captivated by women, now that I've come to my senses, I realize there's nothing to regret.

Zhou Hongren is good-looking and has a good figure. Although she appears feisty on the surface, she is actually a traditional woman at heart. Once she starts living a married life, she puts her husband first and follows his lead.

She wasn't even a true widow in the strictest sense, since she wasn't married and at most had an ex-boyfriend who was dead.

What more could one ask for?

(End of this chapter)