Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

The day's worries and confusion were shut out the moment I closed my eyes.

The next morning, before the morning dew had dried and the dawn had just broken, the dew was still fresh.

Li Qing opened her eyes groggily as she listened to the sounds coming from outside.

I opened the door and took a deep breath of the moist, refreshing air. My body, which had felt somewhat sluggish, seemed to be revitalized!

A few houses stand on a small hillside, with their backs to the woods. Opening the door reveals a tranquil lake with gentle ripples, instantly broadening one's horizons.

Li Qing looked to the side of the house and saw an old man and a child facing the lake, towards the direction of the rising sun, doing something he couldn't tell.

The old man squatted slightly, his feet awkwardly poised, constantly inhaling and exhaling. His originally thin and withered body swelled and bulged, and a gurgling sound came from his chest and abdomen, making him look quite comical and amusing, like a giant, upright toad.

The girl took a few deep breaths and seemed a little impatient. When she saw Li Qing come out, she took out her short sword and brandished it with a flash of silver light, looking quite pleased with herself!

"How about it, I'm awesome!"

The girl ran over, her forehead slightly sweaty, her breath sweet and fragrant, carrying a faint, delicate scent that made Li Qing's ears burn.

"Yes, yes, not bad, not bad!"

"Hmph! My grandpa is the real deal!" The girl snorted and glared at Li Qing, who seemed rather nonchalant.

As the girl spoke, seeing Li Qing's curious and puzzled expression, she began to explain.

It turns out that the kung fu her grandfather practiced was called "Toad Fishing Strength," which mainly focused on strengthening the internal organs and boosting qi and blood, and had the wonderful effect of training strength.

The girl was bored and had somehow heard some anecdotes and stories. Seeing Li Qing's humble and eager-to-learn expression, she spilled out her words, telling things that even she herself couldn't explain.

According to what the girl had heard from somewhere, there weren't many people in this world who truly practiced martial arts like her; the so-called wandering knights and martial arts masters were mostly just bandits and outlaws.

Among true martial arts practitioners, most practice external, body-strengthening techniques. Those like her grandfather, who receive genuine instruction and develop true power, are among the elite. As for cultivating inner energy and achieving true immortality, that is merely a legend, occasionally seen only by true Taoist masters.

When the girl talked about her family's method of cultivating strength, she was very proud, raising her chin high. When she talked about cultivating internal energy, she looked longingly at the sky, staring at it and laughing foolishly, as if a celestial being was about to fall from the sky to take her as a disciple.

In fact, Qi cultivation is not as mysterious as the girl described. Ordinary breathing exercises are the simplest way to cultivate Qi. However, apart from health preservation and physical fitness, it has no other great use.

Just as Li Qing was listening to the girl tell some unofficial historical stories and was getting bored, suddenly, a withered hand grabbed Li Qing's pulse point, making him feel weak all over.

"Strange, very strange!" The old man said, squeezing Li Qing's pulse with a strange expression on his face.

"I really don't know how you've lived this long." The old man looked at Li Qing with a puzzled expression, as if trying to find an answer.

Ever since he met Li Qing yesterday, he has noticed that the young man's qi and blood are extremely weak!

Logically speaking, a person with such weak Qi and blood should not be able to walk and move normally, even if they are not bedridden.

Today, when he examined Li Qing's vital signs, he discovered that the situation was a hundred times more complicated and serious than he had imagined! The young man before him had all eight extraordinary meridians damaged, his regular meridians disordered, and his qi and blood stagnant. Only a pure aura lingered in his heart meridian, keeping him alive. As for why Li Qing was still alive and well, he could not find out.

The old man gave Li Qing a deep look, sighed, put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and walked into the house.

He was powerless to help with such severe damage to the meridians.

Perhaps only legendary masters of Qi cultivation could offer some assistance, but in his opinion, the chances were slim.

The old man was only curious about the boy's identity and strange physical condition; Li Qing's life or death was of no concern to him!

The two children were puzzled by the old man's actions, but since the old man didn't explain, they had no idea what to do.

***

The next few days passed peacefully.

Every morning, Li Qing would practice a set of health-preserving boxing techniques he had learned, then listen to the young girl talk about the wonders of the outside world, and take a walk or go hunting.

There were plenty of wild animals around, so the elderly and children with martial arts skills had nothing to worry about. Even Li Qing, although his throwing knife was a bit weak, was still impressive because of his excellent accuracy.

At night, a fire was lit.

At this time, the old man had probably gone back inside to rest. Only a young boy and girl sat by the fire. The girl wore a flower wreath and danced a dance she had learned from somewhere. Although it wasn't particularly flamboyant, it was natural and refreshing, with the graceful and delicate figure of a young girl constantly twirling and turning.

At times like these, Li Qing felt as if a refreshing, warm breeze was blowing through her heart...

The girl seemed to have changed; a blush would often appear on her face, and her voice became softer. She always liked to have the boy accompany her to pick flowers and dress up, like a happy little butterfly.

Although he still occasionally yells at Li Qing and argues with him, and still enjoys sword dancing, he has somehow lost some of his fierce and heroic spirit and gained more of the gentleness of water.

The old man, who was initially somewhat resistant to Li Qing, gradually became more kind and gentle, and he started talking to her a few times a day. Recently, he even began picking herbs to help Li Qing improve her health.

From feeling lost and helpless at the beginning, Li Qing has now integrated into the lives of the group. Although he still has some expectations for the outside world, he also feels that this kind of life is pretty good!

He sat by the fire, watching the girl's increasingly beautiful dance, humming the little tune she had taught him. A sense of happiness, peace, and joy slowly welled up in his heart...

At that moment, he forgot all his troubles, stopped thinking about the memory he had inexplicably lost, and stopped trying to find his lost identity.

He just wanted to sit quietly, watching the fairies dance before him, carefree forever...

What's on display on the cliff is still on display; what's waiting in the distance is still waiting.

However, the person they were waiting for had already forgotten everything from before and was ready to start a new life.