The Rebirth of Bai Qi: The Way of Qi

As the moonlight faded and dawn broke, Han Fu's camp, like a resurrected beast, gradually awoke in the thin mist.

Bai Qi and Han Fu rode side by side back to the military camp. The sound of their horses' hooves striking the ground was crisp and clear, as if they were striking the heart.

As he drew closer to his new post, Bai Qi felt a sense of fulfillment unlike his wanderings in the mountains. He surveyed the vibrant temporary military camp, secretly hoping that this adventure might bring him some unexpected opportunity.

The campsite is quite large, with tents scattered everywhere. In the morning, the sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled patterns of light and creating a sense of tranquility.

The soldiers were already fully equipped and ready to go, with the sounds of drills rising and falling. Bai Qi dismounted with Han Fu, and the soldiers around him saluted, but he was not reprimanded.

Bai Qi nodded in agreement, thinking to himself that Han Fu was a skilled military commander, unlike any other.

Han Fu smiled and said, "General Bai, the divine physician is with the army, but he has repeatedly failed to cure diseases. How can this continue?"

"Why don't you try it out, General Bai? You're sure to learn the method."

Bai Qi nodded slightly. This place was quite lively. If he had the opportunity to treat the wounded soldiers, he might be able to get a glimpse of the situation in Han Fu's army.

Moreover, exploring Qi techniques is less about meditating and more about putting them into practice. So, he made a decision in his heart, nodded in agreement, and followed Han Fu to a corner.

In the southeast corner of the camp, there was a rather secluded tent. A screen was set up outside the tent, creating a solemn and quiet atmosphere. Before Bai Qi even entered the tent, he heard a clattering sound.

Han Fu sighed, "We have nowhere to turn for what we need, but we are fortunate to have your kind assistance."

Upon entering, one sees several soldiers lying face down on the ground, some panting heavily, others suffering from severe abdominal pain.

Bai Qi frowned slightly, sensing that this was the result of a serious illness accumulating over time. He walked up to a patient who was dying and saw that his face was as red as fire and his hands and feet were trembling. Bai Qi bent down and probed with his tongue, saying to the army doctor beside him, "This is caused by the invasion of cold evil, which has led to fever and the dryness has not yet subsided."

"If you continue your fire attack, how can we stop you from burning?"

The military doctor was initially displeased, but seeing that the words were pertinent, he asked for immediate cessation. Bai Qi nodded, gently washed his hands, and looked solemn, as if he were reviewing troops on a battlefield, with the common people in awe.

He joined his fingers and heart, drawing upon the vast energy of heaven and earth as a breeze, moving through a state of tranquil immersion.

Although Tai Chi is one, it is divided into five elements, encompassing Yin and Yang, Heaven and Earth, and the breath itself is the unity of heaven and man.

The unique energy was introduced into the body, and in a moment, the resident held his breath.

The Qi is as harmonious as water, or like the ocean where sand is gathered and waves are formed, gentle yet absolutely unyielding.

Those seriously ill patients suddenly became radiant; the redness gradually faded, and the marks on their bodies became less noticeable, like a delicate orchid unnoticed.

The soldiers' groans immediately subsided, and the surrounding onlookers held their breath in awe.

Han Fu smiled but remained silent, stepping aside to await those who would marvel at his abilities.

Bai Qi felt relieved for a moment. After the Qi technique was completed, he stood up and flicked his sleeves. The soldiers were calm but quick-witted.

After a moment, Bai Qi finished his stance, turned his body, stretched his waist slightly, and said to Han Fu again: "A small test has shown its effectiveness; it can cure you."

The military doctor and those around him were all dumbfounded, unable to understand. Han Fu did not show any pride, but said in a serious tone: "General Bai's skills have been repeatedly recommended by us. We have asked him to help us, and we hope that he will succeed."

Bai Qi smiled, knowing that this person was discerning and of good character, so he sincerely wished to establish a good relationship with him and did not seek any other reason.

Just then, a messenger rushed in, saying, "General, whisper in my ear that Han Xin has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Bai Qi felt a surge of anticipation. Although he had never met Han Xin, he had long heard of his reputation.

According to legend, Han Xin was intelligent, decisive, and possessed the talent of a general. Bai Qi suddenly realized that this might be a crucial opportunity to uncover the secrets of his own destiny.

When Han Fu and Han Xin went to the tent to pay their respects, Han Xin was already standing by his side, demonstrating his humility and modesty.

When people meet, their expressions and gestures reveal their true nature. Bai Qi smiled and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

When Han Xin first saw Bai Qi, he seemed to have something on his mind. After a moment of contemplation, his expression became firm, and he cupped his hands and said, "General Bai's achievements are past, and I have not heard of his past deeds. It is a great honor to meet you today."

Bai Qi replied with a smile, "Trust is like a mirror, not something externally reflected. Now that our feelings are settled, I see you in such a beautiful setting."

Those who seek their help are compassionate and discerning; they are certainly not mere wanderers.

Upon hearing this, Han Xin felt a slight sense of satisfaction. Bai Qi, seeing the heroic spirit in Han Xin's brows and his unwavering determination, felt that they were kindred spirits and began to converse amiably.

The two discussed matters beyond poetry and literature, but their discussions were not without scope. Their ideas were in harmony, and Bai Qi gained a deeper understanding.

There are still some changes that are not yet clear, but Han Xin's integration into the situation, neither too strong nor too weak, makes him feel even closer to the hero before him.

Amidst the laughter and conversation, the smile of a guide gradually emerged, evoking a sense of gratitude that defied description.

At this moment, Bai Qi realized that meeting a good friend was like being an intermediary, and many opportunities had already been laid out in his heart.

Suddenly, Han Xin's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "General Bai, I have long had concerns about you, and now I take this opportunity to discuss this matter with you."

General Bai possesses profound knowledge, and Su Sheng is highly knowledgeable; how did they achieve this? They shared a similar understanding.

Bai Qi responded with the same turmoil in his heart. He sensed a hint of expectation mixed with a certain unease in Bai Qi's expression.

Bai Qi felt a slight chill run down his spine, sensing that he had been paying attention to this matter for some time. The complex emotions between the two seemed to have been destined from the start.

Bai Qi pondered for a moment, then slowly replied: "If you believe me, you may ask me questions about the prisoner's sword."

If you care, it will be of great benefit to you.

Bai Qi, strategizing with unwavering composure, appeared completely at ease, as if he were an outsider. Han Xin slightly raised his expression, then turned his gaze, "General Bai, it is said that in the struggle for supremacy, our army is well-positioned to counter theirs."

"Do not rely on commerce, for it is not advisable to entrust it to others; is it not inappropriate to use leisure time for something rare?"

In short, his mind and spirit were involved. Bai Qi was startled. Han Xin had not finished speaking, but his expression and intent were already firmly established in Bai Qi's mind.

It is about perseverance in learning, focusing on it rather than being concerned with it.

Bai Qi remained silent, his mind racing with thoughts. He vaguely guessed at the secret Han Xin wanted to tell but kept silent about.

He should learn to navigate this delicate relationship, and be adept at scheming and maneuvering.

Without the power to respond to the future, how can one know the profound mysteries that lie ahead? If one proceeds by foot, what will one gain?

Thus, after a long while, those words remained unanswered. He pondered deeply, his mind set on attaining the Dao.

He perceived the hidden mechanism within it and examined it in the gray light. At this moment, time passed, and an endless mystery was running in its own way, while Bai Qi's heart gradually stirred and became immersed.

He spoke without hesitation, yet his gentle gaze betrayed his deep concern.

"General Bai," Han Xin finally spoke slowly, breaking the silence. His voice was calm and composed, like Zhou Xuanting's, yet not unrestrained.

"My heart is set on the struggle, and suddenly I hear of this image. If General Bai is interested, would you like to seek knowledge with me?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Qi instantly understood the meaning behind it, and then softly invited back, "My wish is to seek longevity, and to seek the same platform as others."

A glint of light, like a gorge, flashed in Han Xin's eyes.

The brilliance will last forever, like a flowing stream of light. The secrets Bai Qi failed to uncover, the points Han Xin only glimpsed, were regrettable for those who would later understand.

Han Xin had been pausing for a long time when he finally felt the aroma of grains wafting into his heart.

Without needing to speak or laugh, a smile spread across his face. This feeling, if one had ever looked up to a teacher, would be even more vivid in memory, its details inexhaustible.

He is innocent and kind, and his heart is filled with joy. Like an elder traveling with his companions, they share a boat, and their bond deepens.

Just as the corpse procession resumed, Han Fu returned to his camp after being taken back to the mortal realm, gazing at the setting sun painting the world with its colors.

Warmth filled the camp, and the tents were brightly lit. Bai Qi and Han Xin faced each other again, exchanging their feelings.

"The Han general has something he hasn't said yet, but we share the same ideals and cherish each other, which makes me admire him," Bai Qi said, his words unspoken yet fully expressed, conveying his feelings freely.

Han Xin's expression relaxed slightly, and he spoke with a hint of joy amidst his composure: "Why should the listeners wait so long? Please allow me to speak."

If I understand, the capable will govern its appearance; may Peter act accordingly.

Bai Dian nodded, knowing that if he spoke while full, his feelings would surely be more subtle than his shameless face.

White can reach the number, there is no end to reason, and it is not what one wishes to do.

Those who speak and act, all convey the meaning of the matter. Bai Qi realized that, at this time and in this place, he could encounter a much more ancient lineage and universe.

It helps those who are unpredictable, strengthening their hearts and minds, and expanding their emotions. And those who believe will secretly gain respect.

The analyst remained inactive, yet harbored deep ambitions. Someone, sensing an impending change, secretly arrived from behind.

This matter should not be left to anyone to presume upon, but those who ally with him will find it more advantageous. Han Xin wishes to act alone and establish his own power; if someone comes along, he will be carried by the one with the most influence.

Without faith and action, one may find oneself facing a life of hardship, like a person with their back to the river. At this point, I dare not claim to know much, for how can I explain this? There is no empty words to express it.

Bai Qi observed the complexion again, and seeing the composure and steadfastness of the situation, he clearly understood the importance of Bai Qi's words and actions.

The journey ahead is not about seeking more, but about supporting each other on a long journey, and about life's transformation and renewal.

A serendipitous encounter unfolded naturally, gradually revealing a new face, then a surge of activity followed by a gentle, unhurried rise, perfectly aligning with the desired outcome.

Bai Qi inquired about Wen's intentions and gained some insights, which he shared with those who were aware of his thoughts.

Because of its vastness, he was reborn without speaking and resolutely advanced. "I have a different realm, but I have not moved my chest, nor have I sought or hoped for anything."

Thus, the flow merges, and the meaning of the snake scales is purely subtle and unique, flowing with the side notes into the void, and the wonderful thing is that the scattered songs are just like that.

He and the crowd laughed at Enam, their days were always together, and they shaved their heads clean morning and evening.

From then on, Bai Qi followed the same strategy, and Han Xin also sought their advice. Driven by new hope, they explored mysterious lands, and their conquests proceeded with firm and steady steps.

Their tacit gazes met, a testament to their unwavering determination to move forward.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if the world had turned into an abyss, the emptiness was not as Qi intended, the long scroll was running, and it seemed that the lamplight was seen again, and the worker was gradually moving north.

The night was not yet over, and I almost saw Zhao Cheng again; my mission was to do whatever it took. Bai Qi quickly reported back, and I felt very sorry for him.