The Tao is far away

A strong feeling of weightlessness came over him, Wang Chi's body trembled violently, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Wang Chi looked up and found himself in a green curtain. For a moment he didn't know where he was.

He turned his head and saw Qingluan sleeping with her chin supported by her hand, and her face looked very bad.

Wang Chi touched Qingluan's face affectionately, his face full of self-blame, and thought to himself that it seemed that he had caused her a lot of trouble again.

Qingluan felt the movement on her face, slowly opened her eyes, and saw Wang Chi staring at her.

Qingluan burst into tears with a "wow" sound, and suddenly fell on Wang Chi, crying uncontrollably.

"You little bastard finally woke up. It's been a month. I thought you would never wake up."

Wang Chi was a little confused.

It’s been a month?

By the way, I was infected with cold poison before.

Thinking of this, Wang Chi looked at his arm and found that the wound was almost healed.

So Qingluan has been taking good care of me during this month?

Wang Chi was deeply moved and couldn't help but hug Qingluan tightly.

"sorry that I had you worried."

Qingluan kept sobbing: "It's all my fault. It's all my fault that I didn't protect you well."

During this entire month, Qingluan stayed by Wang Chi's side day and night, and the tension in her heart never relaxed for a moment. The emotions that had been accumulated for a month finally burst out at this moment.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the two of them still maintain this posture.

"Master, I'm hungry..."

Qingluan slowly stood up, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and said softly: "Wait, I'll do it for you."

After saying this, her graceful figure walked out of the room lightly.

Wang Chi lifted the thin quilt covering himself with a puzzled look on his face and was stunned for a moment.

"Where are my clothes?"

At this moment, Wang Chi found himself like a naked fish.

"Did she take it off for me? Oh my goodness."

Wang Chi was full of doubts and began to look around.

Then he opened the curtain and was surprised to see his storage bag quietly placed on a table.

Wang Chi just grabbed the air and the storage bag appeared steadily in his hand. Then he took out a pair of "pants" with SpongeBob SquarePants printed on it.

Wang Chi wanted to put on his pants, but found that his limbs were weak and it took him a lot of effort to finally put them on.

Just then, there was a sound of light footsteps outside the door, and Wang Chi immediately covered himself tightly with the quilt.

So embarrassing!

Qingluan gently lifted the curtain, holding a bowl steadily in her hand.

"This porridge can dispel the cold, let's try it." She sat down on the edge of the bed, sideways, her eyes full of concern.

Wang Chi smiled slightly and wanted to take the bowl, but found that Qingluan was holding it tightly.

"what?"

Qingluan blushed, lowered her head and whispered: "Let me feed you, your hand is injured."

"No, no, you treat me like a child!" Wang Chi took the bowl with a smile.

“How is it? Is it delicious? This is my first time cooking.” Qingluan asked with anticipation.

Wang Chi tried a bite, and a burnt taste instantly filled his mouth, but he still ate it slowly, bite by bite.

As I ate, a feeling of sadness suddenly surged from my heart, and tears involuntarily fell into the bowl.

I don't know when, in this strange world, I actually felt the warmth of home.

It has been almost seven years since I came to this world. I was struck by lightning and died just after arriving. I became a twelve-year-old child. Now I am older than before.

Whether in Huangni Village or the later Mulan Mountains, there was a feeling of being forced to move forward and being rushed.

But now in Qingzhu Peak, no matter whether I encounter danger or in my normal daily life, there is always someone who is thinking about me and worrying about me.

This feeling is like a traveler who has been wandering for many years and finally found a warm harbor where he can dock with peace of mind.

"What's wrong with you? Is it not tasty? I'll make you another bowl." Qingluan was a little at a loss, her eyes full of anxiety.

Wang Chi finished his meal in two bites, held Qingluan's hand, and said, "I love everything you cook. I want another bowl."

Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, there's still plenty. I'll get it for you." After that, she turned and walked out.

Wang Chi quickly put on his clothes, got off the bed, and looked around curiously, thinking to himself that this was probably Qingluan's boudoir.

Wang Chi saw a small yellow tripod on the table, which was undoubtedly his yellow-patterned tripod.

Wang Chi took two steps and saw a large wooden barrel with some rare spiritual herbs floating in it.

Looking at the dried black blood on the bamboo board, Wang Chi couldn't help but sigh.

How did she detoxify herself?

At this time, Qingluan came in with two white bowls. Seeing Wang Chi getting out of bed, she couldn't help but feel anxious: "You little bastard, your injury hasn't healed yet, why don't you lie down and get up."

Wang Chi walked to the side of the table and sat down, saying with a smile: "I have been lying down for a month, and my limbs are almost degenerating."

Wang Chi hurriedly took the white bowl and swallowed the porridge mouthful by mouthful.

For a moment, the two were silent, with only the gurgling sound of Wang Chi drinking porridge.

Qingluan sat upright on the chair, looking at Wang Chi with a smile on her lips.

……

On the way to his bamboo house, Wang Chi's determination to become strong intensified.

"I must form a pill!"

In the following time, Wang Chi worked hard to adjust his body to the best condition, if for nothing else, just for the large-scale trial full of death.

During this period, Qingluan helped Wang Chi with all her heart and told him everything she knew in detail. Not only that, but she also told him everything she knew about the details of some martial arts.

The night before departure, Wang Chi came to Qingluan's bamboo house to say goodbye.

The duration of the mass trial is three months.

With a "zhiya" sound, the slightly old wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Wang Chi walked in quietly.

The house was filled with a light scent of sandalwood, and some exotic flowers and plants emitted different lights.

Qingluan was standing quietly in front of the window at this moment, her long green skirt swaying gently in the wind.

Qingluan stared blankly at the inky night outside the window, with a hint of confusion and sadness in her eyes.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." Wang Chi slowly walked behind Qingluan, his voice calm but with a hint of firmness that could not be concealed.

Wang Chi's gaze fell on Qingluan's slender back with deep attachment.

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