Li Qingshan was taken aback. Although he was a disciple of the school of Novels, his primary cultivation was still the path of the school of the Military that combined body and qi. He probably could not find a better master than Han Anguo in the entire Ruyi commandery.
The effects of a good master were obvious. For example, the second volume of the Arts of the Boundless Ocean could be found with a single order from him. Cultivation could only be converted into power and influence through the accumulation of time.
From this perspective, Gu Yanying might be even better. As the daughter of the Hawk God, her future prospects were limitless. However, Li Qingshan was not stupid enough to mention other women in front of Han Qiongzhi.
And, no matter what, he refused to lower his head before that woman. When other people liked a woman, they would have to bend their knees and compromise, but he just had to straighten his back for that woman to see.
Han Qiongzhi's words seemed unintentional, but there was actually a great deal of meaning behind them. Was she implying that if he became the son-in-law of the Han family, he would be able to establish ties with the Han family and borrow their power?
He had to admit that the temptation was rather great! And, it also touched Li Qingshan slightly. No matter what, having a woman think so much for you was always something worth rejoicing over.
"Thank you!"
"What're you thanking me for? I'm only saying it casually. I'm not going to introduce you to him. If you want to take this path, go beg my father yourself!" Han Qiongzhi's face became even redder under the light of the lantern. I, Han Qiongzhi, haven't fallen to the point where I have to use my family to move a man. Pah, why should I move him? What's so special about him?
He's just a little more free-spirited and valiant than the disciples of the Han family, and he's a little more determined and self-disciplined than the disciples of legalism. Normally, he does not take her willfulness to heart, but he can stand up for her in times of need, fearless of death …
For a moment, her heart was in knots. He was no longer as carefree as he was in the past. Yet, he said nothing about it. It made her tempted to grab him by the neck and get to the bottom of this.
Even though Li Qingshan was not an infatuated saint of love like Hwa Seung-zan, he still understood. A man and woman alone in a room, talking about the future in the middle of the night. It wasn't that simple.
The beauty under the lamp had a different kind of charm. He was not a person who was overcautious and indecisive. If he wanted to do something, he would do it. He grabbed Han Qiongzhi's hand and said softly, "Senior Sister Han!"
Han Qiongzhi's body trembled, but she didn't withdraw her hand. She pretended that nothing had happened and asked, "What is it?"
Li Qingshan snickered inwardly: It's just that I haven't reached the ninth layer of Aura Refining yet. I'm a little impatient. "
Back then, the two of them had only treated it as a joke. They had never expected that it would come true.
Han Qiongzhi bit her lip. She glared at him. She was very happy in her heart, but she was not someone who was good at hiding her feelings. This joy naturally appeared in the corner of his eyes.
Li Qingshan was getting more and more insatiable. He took the opportunity to hold her waist. The light reflected their shadows on the wall, merging into one.
Their posture was the same as the time when Li Qingshan held her in his arms and said those bold words. However, the mood was very different.
Han Qiongzhi also jumped to the side like last time and shouted, "If you have something to say, say it. Why are you touching me!" Her face didn't show much anger, but it was very red.
"I … I'll go first!" Han Qiongzhi left in a hurry.
Li Qingshan lay on the bamboo floor with his arm as a pillow. He smiled and shook his head. "Interesting!" Maybe in the near future, there would be one more warm bed in this poor house of his.
Outside the window, the winter snow fell. Looking at the dark sky, he thought of the green ox again. It did not forget the person who dug the well when drinking water. If it were not for the green ox's help, how could he have walked so far into the world and made such a beauty fall in love with him?
Before he knew it, another year had passed. In a few days, he would be eighteen years old. From a young boy, he would become a real man.
He had to think about the future. If he chose a master, did it mean that he and Little Ann would have to separate? After all, he couldn't become a monk, and he didn't want to delay Little Ann's development.
Most of the time, what separated them wasn't irresistible oppression or obstruction, but their own pursuits. There was also the secret he hid, the conflict between his half-dream and the person in front of him, and the tragic situation of being chased by his brother-in-law, father-in-law, and even his future master if his marriage fell apart!
Every one of them was enough to make people break their heads thinking about it. Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, he decided not to think about it anymore. The boat would cross the bridge when it came to it. He just had to follow his heart and stride forward!
He couldn't possibly say to Han Qiongzhi, "I think we should focus on our studies, oh no, cultivation. We shouldn't have any distracting thoughts!" Unless he was crazy or impotent, he wouldn't say such words.
Late at night, the dharma meeting continued.
The eminent monks were tireless. They sat upright and still, speaking as their gazes wandered about. They treated everyone else as competitors. Right now, they were no longer competing over the buddhist dharma. There was also a once-in-a-century genius disciple.
They no longer had any doubts. Little Ann's existence was enough to determine the rise and fall of a temple or even a sect.
The discussion of the dharma continued, but they seemed rather absent-minded already.
At this moment, an old man appeared in front of the hall. His hair and beard were all white, and his hair draped over his face. His hands hung to his sides, and his eyes were dull. His expression was dull. If it were not for his kasaya, it would have been impossible to imagine he was a monk.
The One Thought master beamed with joy and bowed deeply. "Master!" He had not sent an urgent message for nothing. His master had actually rushed over so quickly despite being thousands of kilometers away.
The monks cried out and bowed in a hurry. One Thought's master? Was he the Annihilum Light Chan Master of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga? It was rumored that he practised the Great Scripture of Annihilation arduously in the monastery and had not left the monastery for several decades already. Why had he come here?
The old monk that the One Thought master referred to as "master" turned a blind eye and a deaf ear. He directly arrived before Little Ann like an idiot.
Little Ann raised her head, and their eyes met, only to see the old monk's eyes suddenly erupt with resplendent light, eclipsing all the lanterns and flickering light in the hall. They seemed like two miniature suns.
The old monk said with great difficulty, "Are you willing to go to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga with me to cultivate?"
The monks immediately gave up on that thought. The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga was the greatest buddhist sect renowned throughout the Green province. As the head monk of the Bodhi courtyard, who could contend against the Annihilum Light Chan Master? And who could turn down his invitation?
They never thought the One Thought monk would be so resolute as soon as he struck.
As a matter of fact, even the One Thought master himself had never expected to be able to invite his master from the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga. He had no other choice either. Originally, he planned on taking Little Ann to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga to see his master after she reached Foundation Establishment.
Even more unexpectedly, his master directly granted Little Ann the highest recognition as soon as he saw her without any questions or tests, allowing her to enter the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga to cultivate.
The hall, or even the entire Anāsravāṇa temple, fell completely silent. They were all waiting for that reply.
The result was without any suspense. The chan sect had obtained another supreme prodigy. Before long, the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga's authority would become even more firm and unshakable.
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