The Little Lucky Girl.

In the idyllic Wuyou Valley, Su Qing rises punctually each morning, the moment the dawn breaks. Today, she wears a flowing pale blue robe, the soft fabric swaying gently in the gentle morning breeze, seemingly complementing the surrounding natural beauty. She stands quietly, hands behind her back, her figure erect like a pine tree, her eyes gleaming with determination and perseverance. Before her, the ancient divine sword, the Luqi Sword, hovers quietly, its blade gleaming with a faint light.

Su Qing closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and gradually calmed her mind. After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes and gently waved her hand. The long sword soared into the air as if it had come to life. At first, the long sword's trajectory was a little unstable, wobbling slightly, but Su Qing remained calm. She concentrated on sensing the sword's movements, guiding its flight with her mind.

As time passed, Su Qing gradually found her rhythm. The sword's flight speed gradually increased, and its trajectory became increasingly stable. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a gratified smile. This was the result of her daily efforts, and even the slightest improvement brought her immense satisfaction.

Every day, Su Qing repeated this practice in Wuyou Valley. From the first rays of morning sun shone through the valley to the fading afterglow of evening, she remained constantly by her sword's side, tirelessly challenging her own limits. As she watched the sword grow more and more agile under her command, her heart was filled with longing for the future.

The sun gently shone on Su Qing, illuminating her beautiful yet resolute face. She knew her journey to master the sword was still long, but she was undaunted. She firmly believed that as long as she made a little progress each day, one day she would be able to wield the sword with all her might, soaring freely across the vast sky.

Time passed by little by little, and in the blink of an eye it was New Year again. Su Qing stood on the top of a mountain in Wuyou Valley with his sword, looking into the distance!

At this time, Yun Yangzi came over and asked, "Disciple, are you missing home?"

"Yes, it's Master! I don't know how my grandparents, parents, and other family members are doing."

"They are very good. Once you have mastered all the martial arts and medical skills, you can go back after four years!"

"Yeah, I got it, Master!"

The Su family in Sujia Village didn't have the same lively New Year's celebrations this year. The atmosphere at home was rather subdued. As they sat together for the New Year's Eve dinner, Mrs. Wang placed a pair of bowls and chopsticks at Su Qing's seat. "My dear grandson! Today is New Year's Day! The table is filled with your favorite dishes..." Mrs. Wang began to cry again as she spoke.

"Old lady, don't cry today because it's Chinese New Year! Our sweetheart must also want our family to have a happy Chinese New Year!"

"Yes! Mom! Let's be happy, the sweet baby will come back!"

"Okay, okay, I told you! Let's eat!"

Wuyou Valley, it's Chinese New Year today. Su Qing cooked a few dishes and made dumplings! She also took out her own peach blossom wine! "Master, today is Chinese New Year here, so let's have a good meal today. Let me pour you some wine!"

"Okay, thank you, disciple!"

The master and the disciple drank and ate at the same time!

At the Yun'an County Weimin Medical Clinic, four old men were eating New Year's Eve dinner together. "My disciple didn't come back for the New Year this year, so I can't have a delicious New Year's Eve dinner!"

"Yeah! Just wait!"

Inside Prince Zhan's mansion, the night was as dark as ink, and all was silent. The cold moonlight filtered through the mottled shadows of the trees, spilling onto the silent courtyard, as if covering the earth with a layer of silver frost.

In Murong Ye's room, the flickering candlelight illuminated his lonely figure. He sat quietly by the window, a glass of wine tightly clasped in his hands, his eyes gazing dreamily at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

A gentle breeze rustled the window curtains. The withered flowers and plants in the yard swayed softly in the moonlight, as if sensing Murong Ye's longing. The ancient locust tree stretched out its thick branches, as if expressing its endless sorrow to the sky.

The stars twinkled in the night sky, as bright and lingering as Murong Ye's longing for Su Qing. The north wind rustled a few dry leaves on the branches, adding a touch of silence and desolation.

Murong Ye sighed softly and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. The spicy taste spread in his mouth, but it couldn't dilute the longing for Su Qing in his heart. His eyes remained fixed on the bright moon, as if he could see Su Qing's figure in the distant sky.

On this quiet night, the entire Zhanwang Mansion was shrouded in Murong Ye's longing for Su Qing, as if even the air had become heavy. Every corner, every breeze, spoke of his endless attachment and longing.

On this New Year's Eve, the courtyard of Grandma Xiao's house was covered in a layer of quiet silver. The white snow reflected the faint moonlight, making the whole courtyard seem cold and silent.

Inside, the New Year's Eve dinner was laid out, but the sumptuous dishes didn't whet my usual appetite. In previous years, the place was always filled with laughter and a bustling atmosphere. But this year, the air seemed frozen, devoid of that joyful atmosphere.

Grandma Xiao sat at the head of the table, her eyes filled with worry. She kept glancing toward the door, as if anticipating something. Her wrinkled face was filled with longing for Su Qing. She sighed softly, and the sound echoed in the silent room like a heavy drumbeat, pounding everyone's heart.

The uncles and aunts were silent, their heads bowed, and when they occasionally raised their eyes, they revealed deep sorrow. Their thoughts drifted to Su Qing in the distance, recalling the happy times they had spent together.

Several cousins ​​also sat quietly by the side, their once bright eyes now dimmed. In previous years, because of cousin Su Qing, they always celebrated the New Year with the Su family!

The flickering lights illuminated the sorrow on everyone's face. Outside the window, snowflakes continued to fall, as if expressing their sorrow for the family who missed Su Qing. On this special night, everyone in Grandma Xiao's family was immersed in the longing for Su Qing, unable to extricate themselves.

"My dear grandson, I don't know how to celebrate the New Year. I don't know if I can eat enough and wear warm clothes?" said Grandma Xiao!

"Let's eat! Only if you are healthy can you wait for the day when your good grandson comes back!" said Grandpa Xiao!

"Uh-huh!"

.........

The next day was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and Su Qing got up early to practice martial arts! "Disciple, you can rest today!"

"It's okay, Master!"

"Okay, practice martial arts in the morning and learn medicine in the afternoon!"

"Yes, Master!" Yun Yangzi looked at Su Qing, who was so sensible, and felt both relieved and distressed!

Wuyou Valley is a place that seems like a paradise. It is spring-like here all year round, and the warm breeze blows gently, bringing bursts of fresh air.

Su Qing wakes up each day in the valley. Her cottage is surrounded by flowers, a vibrant array of blossoms blooming in the morning light, exuding an enchanting fragrance. Opening the door, she is greeted by a vibrant scene: lush green grass, vibrant flowers, and distant mountains looming beneath a shroud of mist.

In the early morning hours, Su Qing would stroll along the valley paths. Along either side, exotic flowers and plants competed for beauty. She would pause to admire a delicate blossom, or squat to observe a busy insect. A serene smile perpetually clung to her face, as if all the world's troubles were irrelevant to her.

The valley was filled with spiritual fruits, and Su Qing would often climb the trees to pick the plumpest ones. She'd take a gentle bite, and the sweet juice would overflow in her mouth, intoxicating her. Sometimes, she'd sit beneath a tree, quietly savoring the deliciousness of the spiritual fruits and feeling the gift of nature.

Besides spiritual fruits, Su Qing also enjoyed drinking nectar and dew from exotic flowers and plants. She would carefully collect the nectar, the thick liquid exuding an alluring aroma. Dew was her favorite in the mornings, catching the crystal-clear dew on a leaf and slowly savoring it, feeling its coolness and purity.

In Wuyou Valley, Su Qing cultivates her spiritual energy daily. This valley is rich in spiritual energy! She finds a quiet spot, sits cross-legged, closes her eyes, and feels the natural forces around her. Her breath is steady and long, blending seamlessly with the valley's energy. Sometimes, she dances with her sword, her graceful form like a dancing fairy, the flickering blade shadows telling an ancient tale.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the valley, coating everything in a golden veil. Su Qing would sit by the stream, watching the gurgling water flow and listening to the birds returning to their nests. Her heart was filled with peace and contentment, as if this was her eternal home.

Life in Wuyou Valley has made Su Qing even more refined. Her eyes reveal a profound wisdom, her demeanor is graceful and composed, and her smile is like the spring sunshine, warm and bright. She is like a spirit in Wuyou Valley, forming a beautiful painting with every plant and tree here.