Chapter 37

The true qi of the Divine Foot Sutra is not divided into yin and yang, but after passing through some special meridians and acupoints, it can be converted into extreme yin or extreme yang.

This was something Shen Lian had tried out himself. His mental strength was truly too powerful, and the true qi in his body was far from reaching a quantity he could not control. He could manipulate a thread of true qi to make some attempts within his tolerance.

Of course, this was also a method without the guidance of predecessors.

His current situation was like being born in modern society and still having to deduce some middle and high school mathematics knowledge. Although it had some effect, compared to those in prestigious schools, he had no advantage, and it was more of a waste of time.

The problem was that he had indeed not yet come into contact with those sects or immortal streams truly dedicated to cultivation.

Perhaps Ling Chongxiao knew a little, but the two did not necessarily have such a deep friendship, and besides, Shen Lian did not know where Ling Chongxiao was now.

If nothing unexpected happened, Shen Lian would embark on the path of seeking immortals and exploring the Dao within a year, regardless of whether he could connect the Ren and Du meridians or not. After all, he already had some means to protect himself.

Shen Lian's medical skills, though not yet at the level of reviving the dead and regenerating bones, were not an exaggeration to call him a divine doctor in this world.

After all, he had received modern medical education and practiced internal qi, making his perception extremely sharp. Ordinary doctors were far too difficult to compare with him.

Only he, with his micro-level internal qi control, could transfer the converted extreme yin internal qi into the body, freeze the evil qi, and then quickly expel it from the body.

The man first woke up and then fainted again.

Because Shen Lian had pressed his sleep acupoint, allowing him to rest well.

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Bai Yufei opened his eyes and found himself lying on a comfortable bed, the softest he had ever slept on in his life.

He recalled that he seemed to have reached the door of an inn, and in a daze, he was carried inside, and someone seemed to have treated his injuries.

He tried to circulate his internal qi. Although it was still somewhat sluggish, the three acupoints—Tianchi, Qimen, and Jueque—where the gold needles were inserted, were already unblocked.

Then the qi returned to the dantian. He touched these places, and the gold needles had already been removed.

Outside, a faint sound of a zither drifted in, like a clear spring in the snowy weather, cold but full of vitality.

Bai Yufei got up and pushed the door open. The zither sound floated in the corridor, faint and elusive.

His hearing was astonishing, and he could still identify the source.

To be honest, the zither's artistic conception was indeed profound, but the finger techniques were not particularly difficult. Bai Yufei once had the opportunity to listen to a piece played by a courtesan in the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion in the capital. Compared to that courtesan, this zither sound was crude.

But he preferred to listen to this zither sound now, though he couldn't say why. Perhaps it was because this zither sound was more free and easy, without the courtesan's melancholy.

Finally, he found the room where the zither sound came from. This room was farther from the others, more independent, indicating its uniqueness.

The door was open, and there was no one around.

Bai Yufei reached the door, and the zither sound abruptly stopped.

"Green ants in the new brewed wine, a small red clay stove. As evening falls and the snow is about to come, can you drink a cup with me?"

The poem was composed of very simple words, but Bai Yufei found it extremely wonderful.

It was like someone using the most basic sword techniques to form an exquisite and extraordinary sword method.

Moreover, the poem, like the zither sound, had a kind of indescribable joy.

"Since you've come, why do you hesitate to enter?" A very young voice, even somewhat childish, reached Bai Yufei's ears. The voice was not particularly pleasant, as if the owner was in the midst of a voice change.

He had no reason not to enter. Inside the room was another room, separated by a bamboo curtain.

Pulling back the bamboo curtain, he expected to see elegant and refined decorations, but there was nothing. The walls were just whitewashed, with a small tea table in the middle and an ancient zither not far away.

In front of the tea table, a handsome young man sat cross-legged.

About fifteen years old, he looked like a person from a painting.

The tea table did not have tea but wine.

The surface of the wine had dregs floating, like green ants.

A wine pot and two cups.

With the line "Can you drink a cup with me?" Bai Yufei understood the intention.

When he sat opposite the young man, he found himself not much taller than the young man. Moreover, the young man had a noble air, making him feel a bit inferior, and he thought of someone—the person who had injured him!

"I am Bai Yufei, and I thank you, Jade Young Master, for saving me."

"You are a straightforward person. It seems you knew I could save you, so you deliberately came to me." Shen Lian smiled lightly. Outside, the evening snow had started again.

He kept the window open, and even with a small stove nearby, the room was still a bit cold.

But Shen Lian didn't seem to feel the cold, and his clothes were not thick.

Bai Yufei was not afraid of the cold, but his injuries were not yet healed, and after several days of travel, the cold wind made him shiver and cough a few times.

Shen Lian shook his head, clapped his hands, and closed the window.

Bai Yufei secretly praised him. There were people in the martial world who could use the palm force to split the air, and he could do it if his injuries were healed. However, the number of people who could use it so effortlessly to close a window two zhang away was few.

Moreover, Shen Lian was so young but had such cultivation, truly a martial genius.

No wonder even the proud Golden Saber Wang was willing to admit defeat.

"Forgive me for troubling you, Young Master. If you are troubled, I will leave immediately. If I survive by chance, I will surely come back to repay your kindness." Bai Yufei clasped his hands.

"From your accent, you are from Yanzhou, thousands of miles away. I wonder why you escaped to Qingzhou in this cold winter."

"Young Master may not know much about the martial world. I have some reputation in the martial world. When I am short of money, I often borrow some good things from people like you for expenses. To show respect, I usually inform the owner in advance, and I have never failed. The martial world has honored me with the title 'Thief Saint,' which I do not dare to accept." Bai Yufei gave a brief introduction of himself.

"So you are the 'Thief Saint' in person. Your real name is Bai Yufei, which I did not know before. If I am not mistaken, Brother Bai not only has excellent lightness skills but also top-notch knife techniques. May I ask who could force you into such a predicament?" Shen Lian was indeed not very familiar with the martial world, but he had heard some things in the past two years. The Thief Saint was the most famous thief in the martial world in recent years.

He had imagined a graceful and elegant young master, like Chu Liuxiang.

But he didn't expect someone more like a young man from the countryside, with an ordinary appearance. Only the name "Bai Yufei" somewhat matched the image of the Thief Saint.

In fact, most thieves had ordinary appearances, making them less noticeable. Characters like Chu Liuxiang in novels were almost non-existent.

ps: Thank you to Qianxu Zi, Dugu Zuimian, and Feidegengao L for your support.

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