Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 11 Cultivation

"I won't look."

Luo Qingfeng refused outright.

What's so interesting about a bellyband? It's just a piece of cloth.

He was a scholar who only liked reading.

We can see it tomorrow night, on our wedding night.

Su Zhao'er, dressed in a bright green dress, with her long, black hair flowing smoothly down to her waist, her skirt fluttering as she entered the room like a happy butterfly, bringing with her the unique youthful and lively spirit of a young girl.

"Brother Feng, aren't you going to look? There's a color that Brother Feng likes."

The girl winked playfully, hiding her hands behind her back.

Luo Qingfeng was taken aback: "What color do I like?"

Su Zhao'er looked puzzled: "Brother Feng, don't you even know what color you like?"

Luo Qingfeng realized what was happening and quickly said, "I only like reading."

Su Zhao'er chuckled and said, "Alright, Brother Feng only likes reading, so you can only read books when you consummate your marriage with Zhao'er tomorrow night."

After saying that, he turned around and went back into his room.

Suddenly, Zi'er's laughter came from outside the door.

Zi'er brought in dinner and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, aren't you sleeping with Miss Zhao'er tonight?"

Luo Qingfeng glanced at the room opposite and said, "No, tomorrow night is our wedding night."

Zi'er laughed and said, "There's no need for such formalities. If you were, you would have already consummated your marriage with Miss Zhao'er long ago."

Luo Qingfeng didn't say anything more and looked out the window.

Night had fallen.

A few stars appeared in the dark sky.

His ambitions lie in the heavens, not in bed.

Su Zhao'er must be exhausted.

After dinner, she went back to her room and fell asleep quickly.

After finishing her work, Zi'er also lay down in the outer room of the new house.

In this era, most people go back to their rooms and lie in bed after dark.

After all, there's not much to do for entertainment.

Moreover, not every household could afford oil lamps and candles.

Luo Qingfeng also went back to his room and lay down on the bed, waiting for the quiet of the night.

The window is open.

A bright moon climbed onto the treetops.

The night sky is already filled with stars.

The twinkling stars seemed to be winking at him, waiting for his favor.

Tonight is indeed a good night for spiritual practice.

Luo Qingfeng closed his eyes and continued to slowly process the cultivation technique in his mind.

"Bathe in starlight, feel the power of the stars, absorb it into your body, awaken the stars within, and establish a connection with them..."

"Knock knock..."

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

Luo Qingfeng opened his eyes but did not make a sound.

At that moment, the door was gently pushed open, and a figure walked in, got onto the bed, and crawled under the covers.

She was petite with delicate skin and a unique fragrance that belonged to a young girl.

Luo Qingfeng grabbed her small hand, which was about to slip inside his clothes, and said, "What are you doing?"

Zi'er said shyly, "Young master, it was Madam who sent me... Tomorrow you will be marrying Sister Zhao'er, and Madam was afraid you wouldn't know how, so... so she sent me tonight..."

The young maid's cheeks were burning hot, and her body was trembling slightly; she was clearly very nervous.

"lady?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingfeng was secretly puzzled. He quickly helped her pull up her clothes and said, "No need, I can do it myself. You should go to sleep."

The maidservant paused for a moment upon hearing this, then whispered, "Did the young master secretly go...go to the brothel in the city?"

Luo Qingfeng's lips twitched, but he did not answer.

"Oh, I understand. Then I'll be going."

The little maid immediately got out of bed and fled the room with a blush on her face.

Luo Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh.

The evil old society always tried every means to corrupt people's minds.

Fortunately, he has a strong will.

Women are nothing compared to cultivation!

It's time to start training!

He looked out the window, got up and locked the door, then sat down by the window, bathed in the bright moonlight, and looked up at the stars in the night sky.

Hold your breath, concentrate, and calm your mind.

Then, she slowly closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing.

The breath entered his body and began to slowly travel along the meridians that appeared in his mind, moving left and right, up and down, winding and turning, and finally returning to the Fu Hai point in his abdomen.

A few weeks later, my abdomen felt slightly warm.

He was secretly delighted; this cultivation technique was indeed useful!

But after a long time, he still could not sense the power of the stars in the sky.

Another half hour later.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window.

It seems the only option is to try going outside.

Sitting under the starry sky, bathed in its light, is definitely better than being indoors.

It was already late at night.

It was completely silent outside; there was probably no one there.

He gently pushed open the window, climbed out, and then tiptoed to a corner of the courtyard.

There was a flower bed there.

With flowers and plants providing cover, even if someone comes out of the house, they won't be able to see him.

Sit cross-legged and calm your mind.

Then, she closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing.

The breath enters the body and flows in a winding manner.

Above, the starry sky was dazzling, with countless stars illuminating the entire earth.

My abdomen started to feel hot.

At the location of Fuhai, a turbid mass of air churned and rolled, seemingly about to dissipate, yet it remained entangled.

"With nothing in your heart, no thoughts arise; seemingly guarding yet not guarding, neither forgetting nor assisting; in the nine heavens, there are no stars or moon, yet the stars and moon reside in the vast sea..."

Suddenly, inside the abdomen, at the location of the Fu Hai, the mist receded, and a hazy world faintly appeared.

The sky and earth were pitch black, as if shrouded in night, and nothing could be seen.

At this moment, Luo Qingfeng seemed to have entered another world. His whole body felt as if it were floating, getting higher and higher, farther and farther away.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Just then, several bird calls suddenly came.

His body suddenly plummeted.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

As night faded, dawn broke.

A brightly colored bird was perched on a branch of a nearby pear tree, chirping incessantly.

Time flies.

It felt like I had just closed my eyes when it was already dawn.

Luo Qingfeng lingered for a while, savoring the mysterious feeling he had just experienced, before getting up and returning to the room through the window.

I haven't slept all night, and I'm not sleepy at all right now.

This made him even more eager to become a true cultivator.

He took out the book "Star and Moon Transformation" from under his pillow and began to read it carefully, word by word.

It was effective last night.

He had to be familiar with every sentence in the book, as well as the location and meaning of each meridian and acupoint marked on every picture.

I looked at it carefully again.

There were a few sentences in the middle that seemed a bit ambiguous, so he decided to go to the bookstore today to look them up.

For cultivators, any misunderstanding of a single sentence can be fatal.

After daybreak.

Song Wan'er came to the courtyard and called Zhao'er to go out and choose fabric to make clothes.

After saying goodbye to Luo Qingfeng, the two went out together.

Luo Qingfeng pretended to be reading a book, and soon after the two left, he followed them out the door.

Before leaving, Zi'er reminded him, "Young master, come back early tonight. You still have to go through the wedding ceremony with Miss Zhao'er."

Then he whispered, "Don't sneak into the city anymore."

So this little girl suspects he's going to a brothel in the city again?

Luo Qingfeng was speechless.

After leaving the house, he strolled around the street for a while before entering the bookstore.

There's only one bookstore in the town, and its collection certainly can't compare to that of bookstores in the city, but it's enough for our needs.

After searching for a long time, Luo Qingfeng finally found the specific explanation for those few sentences.

It was already afternoon when I left the bookstore.

He looked at many books in the bookstore.

I've read almost all of the ghost stories, especially.

Ordinary people don't know about demons, so they mistake many strange and terrifying things for ghosts and monsters.

However, some things can be learned from it.

Although I don't know if it's true or not.

Having browsed books in the bookstore for so long, he naturally had to buy one as a token of his interest.

Just as he was carrying his book and preparing to go home, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the alleyway by the roadside: "Ah... Ah Feng?"

Luo Qingfeng was taken aback and turned to look.

A ragged, disheveled beggar sat in the alley, staring wide-eyed at him. When the beggar looked at him, he trembled and said, "Ah Feng?"

Luo Qingfeng was puzzled, so he walked over and asked, "Do you know me?"

The beggar stared at him with wide eyes for a long time, then suddenly burst into tears: "Ah Feng, it really is Ah Feng."

As she spoke, she began to sob.

Luo Qingfeng became even more suspicious and was about to ask further questions when the beggar looked up at him, crying, "Ah Feng, you must be very sad. You were about to marry Xiao Zhao'er, but Xiao Zhao'er... but... alas..."

Luo Qingfeng suddenly realized: "You're from Linshan Village?"

The beggar was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Ah Feng, don't you recognize me? I'm your seventh uncle!"

Then she cried, "They all say I'm crazy, but I'm not! I really saw a monster that night!"

Luo Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the words of the demon slayer Nightingale.

That night, when the village of Linshan was massacred, a villager was returning from chopping wood on the mountain when he witnessed the massacre. He then escaped and went insane after being interrogated.

Could this be the person standing right in front of me?

"Seventh Uncle, you..."

Just as Luo Qingfeng was about to ask for details, the disheveled man in front of him suddenly trembled all over, his face filled with fear as he cried out, "Monster! Monster! Ah Feng, quick! Quickly take Xiao Zhao'er and run away!"

Then he suddenly burst into tears, crying, "No! It's too late! Little Zhao'er's face has been bitten off by the monster! So much blood! So much blood! Little Zhao'er is dead..."

Luo Qingfeng's heart suddenly jolted.

"Seventh Uncle, what...what did you say? You said Xiao Zhao'er, she..."

Just then, Su Zhao'er's voice suddenly came from behind: "Brother Feng!"

(End of this chapter)