Chapter 11

Ye Feng usually appears gentle and quiet, but no one knows that he actually has a temper like a firecracker, ready to explode at any moment. When he gets angry, even his parents wouldn't recognize him, and he can transform from a well-behaved child into a complete troublemaker.

It was precisely because of this detestable personality that Ye Feng decided to follow this old man and learn the "Health-Preserving Tai Chi," hoping to refine and subdue the devil within him.

Whether it was effective or not is unclear, but from then on, Ye Feng's temper did indeed improve significantly. However, he was well aware that his short temper hadn't disappeared; it was just hidden deeper, with a higher threshold for triggering.

But if anyone truly touched Ye Feng's breaking point, his temper would flare up, and it would be a fight to the death.

Qingxuan, the young Taoist, has been practicing this "Health-Preserving Tai Chi" since childhood, for two or three years, rain or shine, and has deeply grasped its essence.

Qingxuan's movements were slow and steady, his breathing smooth and continuous, his posture upright and comfortable, his actions light and agile, his body relaxed and gentle, his movements slow and uniform, his opening and closing orderly, and his strength both soft and hard. His actions were like water flowing over a mountain, slow and continuous, yet unbroken.

After about half an hour, Qingxuan finished the Tai Chi routine, breaking out in a fine sweat. He felt refreshed and invigorated, a sense of comfort and ease that was indescribable.

"Comfortable—"

Qingxuan the young Taoist shouted.

Unfortunately, even the best Tai Chi techniques were beyond his understanding. He had practiced for several years in this world but hadn't developed any internal strength. He only used it as a method to strengthen his body and a way to remember his past life.

After practicing the routine, Qingxuan was about to leave when his eyes caught a glimpse of a piece of clothing in the midst of the greenery.

"Yunming, is that you? I see you."

The piece of clothing trembled and quickly disappeared.

Qingxuan couldn't help but smile.

This kid.

"Come out quickly, or next time Uncle won't tell you any stories."

As soon as he finished speaking, a child flew out from behind the tree and fell to the ground with a thud, face first.

This startled Qingxuan. What kind of entrance was that?

The child, trembling, got up. Upon closer inspection, it was a beautifully dressed little girl, with a face as delicate as jade, comparable to Qingxuan's own clear and bright features. She was about four or five years old, with her hair in many small braids, wearing a pink dress, and her face rosy. However, her eyes were filled with sorrow, her lips tightly pressed together, on the verge of tears.

"Little—Little Uncle..."

She greeted him timidly, but her voice was that of a boy. After speaking, her eyes turned red, tears welling up, clearly about to fall, but she bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to cry.

Seeing the clear shoe prints on the "little girl's" bottom, Qingxuan immediately knew that there was another troublesome little ancestor behind the tree.

"Ah—" This was the third sigh of the day. Ignoring the person behind the tree, Qingxuan asked the tearful little Yunming helplessly, "Nephew Yunming, why did Fourth Sister dress you up as a girl again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the forcibly dressed-up Yunming could no longer hold back his委屈 (grievance) and burst into tears.

"Oh, my ancestor!" Qingxuan immediately regretted it and hurriedly tried to cheer up the child, using every trick in the book, but Yunming just wouldn't stop crying.

"Hmph, big brother is so useless, always crying."

A little girl with a babyish voice came out from behind the tree.

"Yunxuan, you naughty girl, come out!" Qingxuan shouted angrily. "If you hadn't bullied your brother, would he be crying?"

Hmph!

A mischievous little girl jumped out from behind the tree, with a high ponytail, dressed in a neat short outfit, and holding a wooden practice sword.

As soon as she came out, she said imperiously, "Big brother is so useless, always crying, shame, shame, shame—" She taunted her brother, making a face and rubbing her cheek to tease Yunming.

Yunming, who had been crying uncontrollably, stopped when his sister came out, glaring at her in anger. If looks could kill, Yunxuan would have been torn to pieces. However, because he had been crying so hard, his nose was twitching, which somewhat diminished his ferocity.

Seeing this pair of beautifully dressed children bickering, Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh.

This pair of beautifully dressed children were the most beloved treasures of Qingyun Temple, but also the two most troublesome little devils. Their parents were none other than Qingxuan's eldest master Lu Qingzheng and Fourth Sister Yue Qinglan, a couple with two precious children, a pair of twins. The older one was a boy, Yunming, and the younger one was a girl, Yunxuan.

Although they were twins, their personalities were completely different, even opposite.

Yunming was gentle and weak, like a little girl, while his sister Yunxuan was wild and mischievous, known for her mischief in the temple, and many boys were afraid of her.

This stark contrast in personalities between the siblings was not strange at all, as it was entirely due to genetics.

Eldest Master was known for being honest and straightforward, a "pushover" in everything, with Fourth Sister making most of the decisions. Fourth Sister was outgoing and straightforward, even a bit fierce, and Yunxuan had completely inherited her mother's personality. Yunming, on the other hand, was a carbon copy of Eldest Master.

Fourth Sister had always lived like a man and desperately wanted a girl, hoping that this child could experience the life of a girl that she had never enjoyed. However, Yunxuan's personality was uncontrollable, and she would run off to play at any moment. Fourth Sister, having no choice, turned her attention to the quiet and obedient Yunming, dressing him up as a girl every day. She found it adorable, but poor Yunming was always embarrassed and reluctant to face others. Fourth Sister, however, took great pleasure in this, resulting in Yunming becoming extremely shy and sensitive, often crying.

In his previous life, Qingxuan was an only child with no siblings. He had never married and didn't even have a girlfriend when he met with a sudden car accident.

In this life, he had these children around him, fully experiencing the joy of being an older brother. Since the temple had adopted many orphans, and they were all about the same age, their bond was naturally much deeper. Qingxuan was happy to share and treated these children as his own siblings, taking good care of them and fostering a very close relationship.

He took care of them and cared for them, but Qingxuan, with the mind of an adult, found it somewhat uncomfortable to spend so much time with these little rascals. To get away from them, Qingxuan often hid from them, avoiding their company.