Chapter Thirty-two: Homesickness on a Festive Day

  This stream of air is slender, but it can be said to be unyielding. However, Jun Xie was not very satisfied, because the current stream of air was just his own entry-level, and he couldn't exert much effect at all. If he were to make a few small moves or cheat, it might be enough to go unnoticed by gods and ghosts, but if it came to drawing swords and fighting for one's life, it would be far from enough!

  Even if it's a heavenly silkworm, one heavenly silkworm can indeed support a weight of two hundred kilograms, which is quite rare and precious. However, Jun Xie still wants to have one hundred or even one thousand or ten thousand heavenly silkworms condensed into the strongest rope as his inner strength!

  So, in order to make this thread of energy thoroughly strong and fill his own meridians instead of being such a hollow existence like a single strand of silk, Jun Wu felt that he still had a very long way to go!

  But now there is also a good thing, that is, if used for secret calculations, it can truly be done without being detected by anyone! With eyes closed, he carefully considered the use of this special energy in his body, slowly entering a state of complete absorption...

  The Li family, Tang Wanli old master's majestic and mighty arrival was like a punch into a cotton pile. The Li family's eldest grandson, Li You Ran, warmly welcomed him with impeccable etiquette and a warm attitude, making Tang feel somewhat uneasy all over; even if he had intended to lose his temper, under Li You Ran's gentle and calm smile, he couldn't bring himself to do so. However, the anger bottled up inside made him feel uncomfortable. After taking a sip of tea, he slammed the cup down, shattering it into eight pieces.

  Li You Ran smiled as usual, softly saying: "Come on, quickly bring another bowl of covered tea for Old Master Hou;” As she said this, her tone suddenly became slightly heavier: “How come it was so slow just now? Hurry up and bring the top-grade Cold Smoke Tea from my grandfather's room. I remember hearing Grandfather say that Old Master Tang loves to drink this top-grade Cold Smoke Tea the most.”

  He said, lowering his posture again, looking at Tang Wanli with a apologetic face: "Old Houye, I took the liberty of making decisions on your behalf, please don't mind, if I said something wrong, you old man immediately point it out, and I will immediately let the servants go and change."

  Tang Lao Yezi glared and opened his mouth, just like a dog biting a hedgehog, unable to find a place to start. He hummed for half a day before saying: "Get those three little bastards Li Feng, Li Zhen, and the others to come out, I have something to ask them."

  Li You Ran's face showed a difficult expression: "Old Master Hou wants to instruct his juniors, it is their good fortune, but unfortunately, Old Master Hou has come at an inopportune time. These three people have made mistakes and are currently receiving family punishment. May I request that the Master take a step back and wait until these three have received their punishment before listening to the Master's teachings..." The Tang family members were taken aback upon hearing this.

  A crowd of people rushed to the Li family's hall, looking at the battered and bruised Li Feng and his two companions. Old Master Tang's anger dissipated by half in an instant. He asked a few questions, but as soon as he heard that this was orchestrated by the Meng family, and that Meng Haizhou had long been coveting Tang Yuan's fiancée, and that Li Zhen and his companions were punished because of this matter, Old Master Tang's resentment towards the Li family dissipated by half. However, his anger towards the Meng family flared up again, burning even more fiercely than before.

  Hurriedly bidding farewell, Old Master Tang led his men and immediately mounted their horses, rushing towards the Meng residence.

  Li You Ran personally saw him off at the gate, repeatedly apologizing for not being a good host, bowing deeply and bidding farewell; watching as Tang's cavalry team rolled away.

  She suddenly stood up, and a fleeting elegant smile appeared on Li You Ran's face, but in an instant, a strange chill flashed across her eyes before disappearing; she picked up her white robe, and Li You Ran still entered the mansion with a slow and leisurely pace, her movements carefree, without any hint of urgency or impatience.

  The sky suddenly darkened, and a muffled thunderclap sounded. The rain came pouring down, getting heavier and heavier, until the sky and earth merged into one piece. Li You Ran's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he looked up at the rain curtain in the sky for a while, chuckled softly, shook his head, and whispered: "It seems that Old Master Tang will have to stay at the Meng residence for a while longer... Hehehe..."

  Ke'er held her fragrant cheek, sitting in front of the window, staring blankly at the heavy rain outside, her eyes already somewhat dazed.

  Jun Xie finished his practice and stood up, walking behind her and asking softly: "Ke'er, what are you thinking about?"

  Ke'er let out a cry of surprise, turned her head around, stood up with her hands and feet in disarray, and bowed her head saying: "Young Master."

  "What are you thinking about?" Jun Xie walked over to the chair beside her and sat down, habitually crossing his legs. He looked at the little loli in front of him; the little girl was so delicate and lovely that it was hard not to tease her a bit every time. That's why, seeing this little thing with a heart full of worries, he couldn't help but show some concern.

  "I... I was thinking, in a few more days it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival..." Ke'er's eyes were somewhat weak and dim, "I remember three years ago, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was nine years old, still with my father and mother together, at that time... I was so happy... very happy... Dad, Mom..." Two loud sobs, two big tears rolled down and fell to the ground, and she couldn't continue speaking.

  "Where is your father now?" As soon as Jun Xie asked this, he recalled that Ke'er's father was a small team leader under his command, following Jun Moxie's older brother Jun Mowei to the battlefield and never returned; Ke'er's mother also fell ill due to missing her late husband and eventually passed away after entrusting Ke'er to the Jun family for care. Now Ke'er is an orphan with no parents!

  He recalled that Jun Mo Xie had always been harsh on Ke Er, scolding her without a good expression, and this poor girl had silently endured it. Jun Mo Xie's heart couldn't help but feel a hint of sympathy, lightly sighing as he reached out to stroke her hair, yet didn't speak. Upon hearing the words "Golden Autumn Festival", calculating the date, only then did he realize that Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching soon. A wave of sourness suddenly rose in Jun Mo Xie's heart.

  It seems that this traditional Chinese festival can only be spent alone in this world.

  Ke'er felt Ke Niao gently stroking her hair, surprisingly soft and silent, yet she sensed Ke Niao's tenderness and sincere apology in his heart. Suddenly, a warmth spread through her, like a little sister who had just met her big brother after being away from home. Her heart felt a mix of softness and closeness. It was as if this young master, who often scolded her, now seemed like the person closest to her. This change was sudden and strange. Unconsciously, she leaned her small body against Ke Niao's, feeling his warmth, and suddenly the stormy rain outside the window no longer mattered to her.

  After a while, you gently rubbed Ke'er's hair and said: "Take a good rest for a while, it's best to take a nap. I'll go out for a bit."

  "Master, it's raining so heavily, where are you going?" Ke'er asked with some puzzlement, concern etched on her face: "If you get soaked and fall ill, how will that be good? Let me prepare a rain gear for you!"

  "It's okay." He smiled faintly, his face still indifferent, and casually grabbed a bamboo hat, putting it on his head. He pushed open the door, and his tall figure disappeared into the wind and rain... Behind him, Ke'er was full of worry, she could feel that her young master's heart was filled with pain and unspoken distress...

  He also felt the unrest in Jun Xie's heart, and the Hongyuan Pagoda in his mind suddenly surged up with a loud whoosh, spinning rapidly. The white mist, along with Jun Xie's turbulent blood and energy, quickly traversed the meridians, as if to soothe the unhappiness and vexation in Jun Xie's heart.