After the Empress became a mother, the system gave me the Immortal Emperor's cultivation

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the breeze is not dry, the red sun is rising, and its path is bright. Inside the villa, there is a busy scene.

"Make a fire, oh, I'm making a fire. How do I light this thing? I don't know how. Oh, I use grass and wood to start the fire, right? I lit it..."

"I'm just looking at the fire, right? I see, this is how you make a fire."

"Why am I here? Seeing you all cooking, I feel embarrassed to eat. What? I don't have to cook. You all are residents here and didn't pay, so I don't have to cook? Fine, I'm going to rest... Never mind, I'd better continue. After all, I haven't learned these things before. We're all going to stay here together, so naturally I have to share the joys and sorrows with everyone."

"What does it mean to share weal and woe? It means that everyone eats delicious food together, has fun together, and then when things get tough, everyone suffers together. That's not considered culture; it's something I learned from reading when I was a kid."

He didn't even tell his parents.

After being hung on the beam by Zhao Linger in the middle of the night, Chu Tianran felt that he seemed to have become much closer to these people. He was willing to listen to them and was willing to do something.

From time to time, he looked at Zhao Linger not far away. She was still as heroic as usual. She looked very efficient and could command people very cleanly and neatly.

She seemed to glance at me, but ignored me. There seemed to be some disdain in her eyes. Was it because I hugged her yesterday? But I didn't really know that I shouldn't hug her. I just knew that I had to hug my mother and Sister Xiaobing.

"Sir, can I help you light the fire?"

"No need."

Chu Tianran smiled and refused: "Sister Xiaobing, go and have a rest. I want to stay with them for a while longer."

Although these people were not dressed very well, they were closest to Zhao Linger and were able to talk to her.

He actually didn't know how to handle the relationship between him and Zhao Linger. It seemed that things had become a little awkward because of what happened yesterday. Otherwise, should he explain it to her in the evening?

But she would probably hang him up and beat him again. Forget it, it should be possible to influence him in other ways.

Jiubao squatted over at this time, came to Chu Tianran's side, and helped to make a fire.

"Brother Tianran, I'm one year older than you. Is it okay to call you that?"

Chu Tianran smiled and said, "Just call me by my name. There's no need to use the word 'little brother'. It would make people feel weird. After all, you're not much older than me. Usually, people who call me by that name are older women."

Jiubao nodded vigorously: "Then I will call you Tianran, and you can also call me Jiubao. Your name is actually very good. Who helped you choose it? Your parents?"

Chu Tianran shook his head.

"My father said that my name was actually taken from a fortune-teller, and then my father took away two characters. He was the one who came to our house to congratulate my parents on having me, but he was frozen by the heavy snow that day. I have seen that Taoist priest many times since then. His name is Zhao Gongming. He is a very nice person. There is also a woman named Taohong who follows him. When I call her "Master's Wife", he would giggle, so I have always called her that."

Jiubao agreed and nodded.

"You told me about Buddha yesterday. Actually, I've been wondering what Buddha is. Then I had a dream at night, and it seemed like I dreamed about Buddha."

Chu Tianran looked at it curiously.

"What did the Buddha in your dream look like? What did he look like?"

"He had a bald head like me, was fat, had a smile on his face, and was all golden."

"Huh? Why are you suddenly wearing something black? From my impression, this thing should be called a cassock."

"What is a cassock?"

"The clothes worn by Buddhists are called kasayas. Where did you get this kasaya?"

"You'll have it when you wake up. There's also this rosary. If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Jiubao handed over the black rosary, and Chu Tianran took it and looked at it carefully.

"I've only seen it in books, never in person. I've heard that when a Buddha's son is born, he's born with Buddha's treasures, namely robes and prayer beads. You've been bald since childhood, and you have nine spots on your head, which means you might be a Buddha's son. Maybe you can really become a Buddha in the future. So I don't want it. What's yours is yours, and I can't take your things away."

He had nothing to envy. How tall was the Buddha? He had never seen a Buddha in the entire Tianxuan Continent. Could he be as tall as his father?

Maybe there might be, perhaps in the divine realm, the divine realm where my sister and the others live. But I haven't seen my sister for many years, and now I can't recognize what she looks like. They might not recognize me either if they see me. After three years, he will definitely have changed more and more, and naturally they will be even less recognizable.

But I hope my sister and the others can rescue Dad.

Chu Tianran thought for a long time, then looked at Duobao and said seriously, "Buddha, my father has mentioned it before, but for some reason I can't meet him to ask him in person. But how about this? In three years, I'll take you to a place where there are many records about Buddha."

Among the tens of thousands of books he had read, there were records of Buddhist teachings, which Jiubao could probably read.

Jiubao was a little excited: "Actually, I told Uncle Zheng about that dream. He said something similar to you. Although I don't understand it, it seems that it was because of what you told me yesterday that I dreamed of this. Then there were the robes and prayer beads. Otherwise, can you tell me more about what Buddha is?"

"But you don't understand. That Buddhist text is very difficult to understand, and you can't read, right?"

"What should I do? I want to ask Buddha more with you."

"How about this."

Chu Tianran thought of a solution.

"I plan to teach Zhao Linger how to write, and you can come along, but there's a prerequisite. You have to tell me about Zhao Linger. I don't know much about her."

Jiubao agreed immediately!

What's so difficult about that? Isn't it easy?

"Then I agree. What do you want to know?"

"Just tell me what you know."

"Oh, actually, she looks very energetic every day, but she probably doesn't care about her mood. I don't know why, but I can see a person's mood changes. It's like you. When you're in a bad mood, your color is blue. When you're in a good mood, your color is red. When you're in a bad mood, your color is black."

Chu Tianran was stunned.

Is it really possible to be like this?

Wouldn't Jiubao be invincible then? Reading people's expressions is the most important skill needed by a dynasty. If one could detect the changes in the monarch's mood, wouldn't he be able to rise to the top?

"Well, I'm blue now, so what color is Zhao Linger?"

“It’s blue, too.”

"Wait a minute, I'll go talk to her. Can you help me see what color it is?"

"Good, natural."

Chu Tianran immediately stood up and came to Zhao Linger, who glared at him!

"roll!"

Chu Tianran shamelessly didn't leave, but looked at Zhao Linger awkwardly.

"When can I teach you to read and write? If you want to learn, I will definitely teach you."

Zhao Linger said calmly, "I don't need you to teach me how to write. Just stay away from me. If you don't get out of here, I'll kick you!"

"But I promised you, and I won't break my promise."

"Get lost, we'll talk later!"

Chu Tianran slipped back immediately.

In fact, he couldn't figure out Zhao Linger's temper, nor did he know when she was angry or happy. He could only ask her like this and get along with her better.

"Sister Ling'er's eyes were red when she saw you, red when she heard you say you would teach him to write, and red when you said you would keep your promise."

Chu Tianran looked confused.

"Ah? But didn't you say red is happy?"

"Yeah, I'm just happy. She probably doesn't hate you. After all, I think you're much prettier than the others."

"Naturally, you've turned red too."

Chu Tianran nodded without saying anything more.

Actually, Zhao Linger is not that difficult to get along with. She just looks a little fierce. But it should be quite fun to communicate with her, especially when he said he wanted to teach her how to write, right?

"correct."

Chu Tianran thought of something.

"Jiubao, please help me take another look."

The little fat man nodded quickly.

Chu Tianran moved closer again, afraid of being heard by others, so he whispered: "Um, can I still hug you?"

After a while.

Jiubao stepped forward to help the immobile Chu Tianran up and reminded him, "It was pink just now."

Chu Tianran was stunned again.

"Red means happy, so what does pink mean?"

"I don't know, but I don't think it's hate. Did she hit you because you said something to her?"

"It's nothing. It hurts, but I can still move..."

Zheng Hong looked at Chu Tianran and Jiubao not far away and smacked his lips.

What are these two guys doing? It seems like they are plotting something.

And then he was beaten?

Forget it, it has nothing to do with him. Just get beaten. It's your own fault. If he was Zhao Linger, it wouldn't just be a beating. He would be torn to pieces.

......

"It's time for dinner. Let's go to the training ground after dinner!"

"Chu Tianran, you should come with me too. You should have practiced yesterday. If you run away again today, I'll give you a slap in the face!"