Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

Hu Qing'er felt a little lost after listening to Li Xingzhi's words.

Last night, she was so focused on getting her precious silver whip back that she didn't have time to think about anything else!

This was something she hadn't thought about yet, but it was the most important thing facing her. She felt lost and didn't know what to do.

For a moment, she felt like she was all alone in this vast world, feeling incredibly wronged. Her eyes reddened, filled with tears, and she was about to fall.

Li Xingzhi was dumbfounded when he saw her like this. He never imagined that this woman's face could change faster than the weather. He had no experience in coaxing girls; in that world, he was just a pure, innocent virgin.

He just stared blankly at the girl in front of him, silently shedding tears, not knowing what to say.

After a long silence, Li Xingzhi asked stupidly, "Don't you have any relatives?" As soon as he finished speaking, even with his low emotional intelligence, he knew it was wrong and wished he could slap himself twice.

As expected, Hu Qing'er's tears flowed even more uncontrollably, "My mother, my mother is gone..."

Li Xingzhi thought that his mother had been killed by those bandits, and he couldn't help but feel indignant. If he had known that these thieves were so wicked, he should have gone and wiped them out sooner.

"And what about your father?" Li Xingzhi asked again, dumbfounded. As soon as the words left his mouth, Li Xingzhi realized his mistake, cursed himself for being a jinx, and dared not say anything more.

The little girl remained silent this time, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

After a long silence, Hu Qing'er suddenly glanced at Li Xingzhi and asked, "If someone killed your father, shouldn't you seek revenge?"

Without a second thought, Li Xingzhi replied, "Of course! How can I not avenge the murder of my father!" His words were full of vigor and dignified spirit.

"But...but my dad is very bad! He killed a lot of people, a lot of good people." The little girl was conflicted, her brows furrowed tightly, her lips pursed, as she looked at Li Xingzhi.

"This..." Li Xingzhi hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is your father good to you?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment before answering, "I don't know either..."

Li Xingzhi was speechless at this silly girl, and asked again, "Did he bully you? Did he protect you when others bullied you? Did he buy you pretty clothes?" He asked several questions in a row.

"Hmm!" The little girl answered quite quickly this time.

“That’s because it’s for your own good!” Li Xingzhi said.

Without waiting for the little girl to say anything more, he said directly, "Since he's good to you, it's only right that you avenge him."

Li Xingzhi thought for a moment, then continued, "But you must live well and be happy every day. That way, your parents will be happy for you if they know in the afterlife." He didn't want a perfectly good little girl to go astray!

Hu Qing'er seemed to have heard Li Xing's next words, her brows furrowed, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.

After a long pause, she asked again, "Then... what if the person who killed my father was very powerful?"

A thought struck Li Xingzhi: Could this guy have a deep-seated blood feud behind him?

As a homebody, Li Xingzhi habitually combined the girl's words with his own thoughts, conjuring up a whole story in his mind. He even imagined what would happen to the girl in the future, and a chill ran down his spine. He didn't want this cute, slightly naive girl in front of him to become a tragic figure who would do anything for revenge.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of these jumbled thoughts. Then, seeing a pair of eyes staring straight at him, he snapped out of his reverie and said, "Then..."

Li Xingzhi hesitated. On the one hand, he had said earlier that he wanted the little girl to take revenge; on the other hand, he did not want the little girl to become a female demon or monster who only knew how to seek revenge.

After thinking for a moment, unsure of what to say, he looked into the clear, hopeful eyes before him and said, "You can slowly accumulate strength. If you can't defeat them by force, you can first try to get close to your enemy, and then poison or assassinate them..."

As he continued, he himself couldn't continue, feeling as if he were a creepy uncle who had corrupted the little girl. He felt guilty, after all, it was wrong to teach a pure and innocent little girl such dark and sordid things.

Actually, although the little girl was a bit confused about her relationship with her father, she was clear about everything else. After all, growing up in that den of thieves, even if her father protected her well, she couldn't avoid being exposed to some dark things.

However, Li Xingzhi was fooled by her confused and dazed appearance just now.

If he knew that the girl's father was the ringleader of thieves, and that her greatest enemy was himself, I wonder if he would cry himself to death!

This time, he completely sold himself out!

Hu Qing'er nodded, seemingly unsure if she understood. She looked at Li Xingzhi, clutching the hem of her clothes, as if troubled by something. Li Xingzhi remained silent, waiting for her to speak.

"Then...then can I stay here for a while? I..." The girl seemed a little embarrassed, her voice growing softer and softer until even Li Xingzhi's abnormal hearing couldn't hear her anymore. She was genuinely afraid that Li Xingzhi would ask her to leave; she didn't know where to go.

"Okay." Perhaps it was the last bit of pity he had left, or perhaps he felt sorry for the little girl who was all alone, but Li Xing answered subconsciously.

However, he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

A woman burdened with a blood feud, and so young—Li Xingzhi would never admit that he was only fourteen or fifteen years old in this world—she seemed like a huge problem no matter how you looked at it.

However, having agreed, there was no reason to go back on his word. Even if he were asked to answer again, he couldn't possibly turn away such a pitiful little girl and leave her to fend for herself.

Of course, if Li Xingzhi knew that the girl wanted to kill him, I wonder what he would think.

Hu Qing'er, whether intentionally or unintentionally, has already begun to put what Li Xingzhi said into practice.

As soon as the words were spoken, Li Xingzhi didn't delay. He immediately moved her out of the guest room, arranged a small courtyard for her with the servants, and even found her a rough servant. He thought it best not to let her, with her delicate skin and tender flesh, cause him any trouble.

At this moment, Li Xingzhi prepared to get some breakfast.

Lately, he has been getting fewer and fewer things out of the system except when necessary. He finds it more enjoyable to do some things himself.

As soon as he stepped out the door, someone brought him breakfast. Li Xingzhi ignored it, took the steamed bun, and started eating.

Li Xingzhi took a bite and found that this steamed bun was a little different from the ones he usually ate. The skin was thinner, more delicate and fluffy, and the filling was also better. However, it was not as moist as the soup dumplings he usually made. It was a case of each having its own advantages.

He nodded, assuming it was Aunt Pang's invention. Aunt Pang used to assist him, and with his guidance, she now also makes some ordinary pastries. These things aren't very complicated to make, and there aren't any special requirements for them to eat casually, so he was too lazy to bother.

After he finished eating, he realized that the servant who had delivered the food was still there not far away.

He glanced over and saw a large pumpkin under the blue square scarf, with a round body underneath. Wasn't that the fat man? Why was he here delivering something to him?

It turned out that the fat man was amazed by the servant's cooking that day. The servants couldn't stand his pestering and his resentful look. Since it wasn't something that needed to be kept secret, they told him that the cooking skills were originally passed down from their master.

So, the chubby boy got up early in the morning, went to the kitchen to make something, and came over excitedly to bribe Li Xingzhi.

"Just say what you want to say!" Li Xingzhi was sitting there, ready to see what the fat man was planning to do, but he couldn't resist the little fat man's resentful expression, which was even more so than that of a wronged woman.

When it was Fatty's turn to speak, he was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. Did he want to learn cooking skills? In ancient times, every profession had its own traditions, mostly passed down from father to son to grandson. These were all livelihoods, so how could they be learned by others?

The fat man was caught off guard, so he braced himself, straightened his expression, and immediately knelt on the ground, saying, "Please accept me as your master!"

This time, Li Xingzhi was dumbfounded; he had never thought of taking on any apprentices.

"No, no!" he quickly shook his head and said.

Although the fat man was extremely disappointed, he did not insist.

Although he usually seemed spineless, when it came to his passions, he possessed a certain pride. Even if he couldn't compare to others, he wouldn't beg and plead. He also knew that someone like Li Xingzhi, once rejected, wouldn't change his mind or do anything else, lest he be looked down upon.

"However, we can discuss and exchange ideas about what you want to learn. I'm only a beginner in this field myself." Hearing this, the chubby boy got excited. Although he couldn't be someone's student, it would be great to receive some guidance occasionally. He was confident that once he learned some skills, he could figure out the rest on his own.

Of course, he didn't know that what Li Xingzhi said wasn't just empty talk, and he didn't rely on this to make a living, so he had nothing to be ashamed of.

He was overjoyed to have found another like-minded person to share his thoughts with!

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Just finished typing, it's a bit late, sorry!