Ancient Exorcist (2)

Ji Changze's body was still very weak after all. Even if the child wanted to talk to his father more, Lin Qing still looked at the time and hugged him down.

"Okay, it's getting dark, and it's time for Yuan'er to go to sleep."

Ji Yuan's delicate little face was obviously unhappy, but he hugged his mother's neck obediently with his hands, staring straight at Ji Changze with a pair of beautiful black eyes, and asked in a sweet voice: "What about tomorrow?" When Yuan'er wakes up, can he come and play with daddy?"

Ji Changze nodded: "Okay."

Ji Yuan was taken away.

The old lady who had heated the soup came again, still smiling and asking kindly: "Nagaze, do you want me to feed you?"

"Need not."

Even though Lin Qing had told him before, Ji Changze's attitude towards the old lady was still cold.

He stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

The old lady puppet immediately gave him the soup bowl in her hand.

Ji Changze just sat on the bed, holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, finishing the bowl of soup one spoonful at a time with his eyes lowered.

While he was drinking, the old lady who didn't get the instruction looked on with a smile.

If an uninformed person looked at it, they would definitely think that this is a talkative mother-in-law.

She was easy to talk to, but her son-in-law did not reciprocate the same good talk.

After drinking the soup, the person on the bed naturally pushed the soup bowl towards the old lady: "Take it and wash it."

"Eh."

After receiving the instruction, the old lady kept the same smile as before, picked up the soup bowl and walked out.

"etc."

Ji Changze suddenly stopped her. When she turned around, he said, "Your hair looks a little short."

Lin Qing sent her son to the hut to sleep. When he came back, he heard this and said with a calm smile: "My mother is old and her hair has been falling out recently. I took her to see a doctor because of this a while ago. The doctor said it’s nothing serious, it’s just old age.”

Ji Changze's face was still calm, but his eyebrows were slightly raised. He looked at Lin Qing and said calmly: "My lady is right."

"Husband, please go to bed early. You are sick and can't stand the fatigue."

Lin Qing stepped forward with a smile, helped him lie down, adjusted the pillow for him, and tucked in the quilt. Watching Ji Changze obediently lie down and close his eyes, he said warmly: "I still have some embroidery work to do. , you go to bed first.”

"Um."

Ji Changze responded lightly, not feeling sorry for his wife who had to do her embroidery work late at night.

Lin Qing didn't know why, but her husband was like this before. At that time, she didn't feel anything at all. She just felt that he didn't care about her, which made it easier for her to hide and practice her skills.

But today, maybe she saw that her husband was also gentle towards Yuan'er, but now when she saw her husband's indifference to her, she actually felt a little disappointed in her heart.

Lin Qing quickly packed up and hid the loss, and smiled at Ji Changze: "My husband, please rest early."

On the way out, he blew out the candles.

After she and the old lady went out, Ji Changze slowly sat up in the dark room.

Because of his physical weakness, he struggled for a long time before assuming a standard practice posture.

Outside, Lin Qing walked out of the door quietly. She first went to her son's room to see if he was still asleep, then closed the door and went out to another small room.

This room was always locked. What she told Ji Changze was that it was used to store miscellaneous items. It was filled with things that were hard to get and heavy and not used on daily basis.

Normally, she would occasionally pretend to go inside to get something, but Ji Changze never followed her. Lin Qing knew that he liked to be clean and didn't like to work, so she wasn't surprised.

After she and the old lady entered, Lin Qing moved a dirty-looking wooden board blocking the middle of the room, revealing a small bed and table inside.

There were some strange things scattered on the table, almost all of which were the tools of the exorcist.

"You sit here."

Lin Qing waved the old lady over and asked her to sit on a chair. He took out a wooden box from under the bed, took out the hair inside, and put it on the old lady's head one by one.

After all, he was just a puppet. Even if she used a secret method to give her a body, things like hair that needed to grow naturally could not grow by themselves.

Lin Qing could only find a way to make a wig out of hair-like grass and put it on her head.

The grass will soften and fall off after a while, so it needs to be replaced with new ones from time to time. She was so busy these days that she forgot about it.

After patiently getting rid of anything on the old lady's head, Lin Qing put away the remaining wig.

"You go find some work in the yard, and if anyone comes this way, speak loudly to alert me."

The old lady agreed with a smile, turned around and went out.

Before she left, Lin Qingcai sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes, and started practicing seriously.

As an exorcist, even if she made up her mind to live in this small mountain village for the rest of her life and be a gentle wife and loving mother, she would never stop practicing.

These abilities are what makes her most at ease.

Even though she knew that people in the sect would definitely think she was dead if they saw her fall off the cliff, Lin Qing still felt uneasy in her heart.

She must ensure that she is strong enough to protect her family.

So every time, she would use the excuse of doing embroidery work to hide in this hut to practice the exercises. Fortunately, her husband didn't seem to think that she would hurt her eyes by doing embroidery work at night. Every time she made an excuse, he responded. Let her go.

Lin Qing used to think that this state was good. She could practice without any worries. She could just find an excuse.

But today, maybe it was because she witnessed that her husband was also close to Yuan'er and had fatherly love for her.

Lin Qing couldn't help thinking.

If Yuan'er didn't rest so late, he would definitely be worried.

However, she just wanted to give birth to a child and settle down here. Her husband was sick at that time and didn't like to work. He probably asked her to find someone to take care of him.

She didn't care about this. To put it bluntly, she and her husband were just using each other from the beginning.

She wanted her husband to give her the identity of a wife of the Ji family and give her a son who could get that thing out. Her husband wanted someone to take care of him.

So, he was good to Yuan'er, but indifferent to her. Isn't it normal?

Lin Qing showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that four years of married life have made her comfortable. She is becoming more and more like an ordinary woman. She is practicing, but she still has the heart to think about these things.

Lin Qing no longer thinks about it and closes her eyes to practice at ease.

Every night since she got married, she would practice in the hut under the pretext of doing embroidery. During the day, she was a normal good wife and mother, and at night, she was a diligent demon hunter.

Fortunately, the state of a demon hunter during practice is similar to sleep. Even if she acts like an ordinary person during the day and hides to practice at night, it will not cause any impact on the body.

Lin Qing is the strongest young generation in the sect, not just relying on talent. She sits down to practice for several hours.

She waited until dawn, and estimated that her husband would wake up in another hour, so she got up, blocked the wooden board there, and opened the door to go out.

Inside the house, Ji Changze felt that it was getting light outside, opened his eyes and got into the quilt, closed his eyes and looked like he was sleeping soundly.

After a while, someone came in quietly.

The subordinate gently lifted the quilt, and then quietly got into the quilt.

He also helped Ji Changze cover the quilt.

Half an hour later, Ji Changze calculated that it was time to get up as usual, opened his eyes, and sat up.

Lin Qing, who had not slept beside him, also opened his eyes immediately, got up and stretched, and said to him with a smile: "I slept very well last night and had a beautiful dream. What about you?"

Ji Changze glanced at her: "Same as you."

"Did you have a beautiful dream too? I dreamed that our family was eating roast chicken. It tasted very delicious. Yuaner ate it without even raising his head."

Looking at Lin Qing's serious nonsense, Ji Changze still maintained a faint expression on his face. When she asked him what kind of beautiful dream he had, he replied: "Same as you."

Lin Qing was stunned.

Seeing that Ji Changze's face did not seem to be talking nonsense, she thought it was too coincidental in her heart.

She made up a random story, and it happened to be her husband's dream.

He smiled and said, "It seems that we haven't eaten meat for too long. Why don't I go to the town to buy a roast chicken today and have a good meal. I'll also buy you two taels of wine."

"No need to buy wine."

Ji Changze stood up and said, "Drinking will cause trouble. I won't drink again in the future."

Knowing that he was talking about the incident when he drank and hurt the child before, Lin Qing felt warm in her heart.

"That's good. You are weak. You always get sick every time you drink. If you really can't help but want to drink one day, just drink hot wine."

"Yeah."

Ji Changze stood up and said, "Yuan'er is grown up. It's time to learn something."

Lin Qing also stood up. After hearing this, she paused while making the bed.

She was still thinking about finding an opportunity to mention it so that Ji Yuan could learn some self-defense skills openly.

Becoming a demon hunter has more disadvantages than advantages, but some self-defense skills can make Ji Yuan's life smoother in the future.

Her kung fu is the best in the sect. Even the head of the sect cannot beat her if he only fights with fists and feet without using kung fu. Ordinary people also have good kung fu, so teaching it to Ji Yuan is not eye-catching.

It's just that because her husband looks like a weak scholar, she knows that most scholars among ordinary people look down on people who know kung fu and think they are vulgar warriors.

She didn't mention it because she was worried that Ji Changze would object.

After all, he is Ji Yuan's father. Lin Qing doesn't want Ji Yuan to reject martial arts because of this matter.

Today Ji Changze actually took the initiative to bring it up, and Lin Qing naturally won't miss this opportunity.

She smiled and said, "If you have free time, let Yuaner follow you to learn. In the afternoon, let him do horse stance, maybe his body will be stronger."

She didn't say that she wanted Ji Yuan to practice martial arts for fear that Ji Changze would disagree.

Ji Changze didn't object to letting his son do horse stance. He nodded and said while getting dressed, "It's time for him to practice his body."

Seeing that he not only didn't object but also seemed to agree, Lin Qing smiled at the corner of her lips.

She thought, as expected, her husband still loves his son, and is afraid that the child will be as weak as him.

Lin Qing's eyes became more gentle, and he went forward to help Ji Changze tie his belt, saying: "Then you take Yuan'er to learn to read in the morning, I will go to the town to buy roast chicken, and sell those embroidery works by the way."

"Okay."

Ji Changze responded and walked directly outside.

Ji Yuan also got up. The little guy was sitting on the bed, clumsily pursing his lips and dressing himself. When he saw his father pushing the door in, his eyes lit up, and he got off the bed quickly without putting on his clothes, put on his shoes and ran to Ji Changze in small steps.

He looked up and called him: "Daddy."

"Daddy, are you feeling better today?"

Ji Changze reached out and hugged his soft son: "Much better."

"Your mother is not here this morning, so you follow dad."

Ji Yuan suddenly became even happier. He naturally liked to follow his mother, but his father, who had never taken care of him, still had a huge temptation.

But after thinking about it, he still asked: "Where is mother going?"

"Go to town and buy roast chicken."

“Roast chicken!!”

The child's eyes, which were just a little confused at first, suddenly lit up.

Children are always greedy.

"Go and put your clothes on. After dinner, you can learn to read with dad."

"good!!"

With the temptation of daddy and roast chicken, Ji Yuan was like a little butterfly when he got down. After getting dressed, he would fly here and there to clean up the house.

After finishing cleaning up, he ran to Ji Changze to claim credit: "Dad, I'm fine."

"Okay, let's go and see what your mother has cooked."

Ji Changze stretched out his hand.

Ji Yuan looked at him flattered for two or three seconds before carefully placing his little hand into his father's.

Father's hands were different from his.

It is also different from the uncles in the village.

The hands of the uncles in the village were hard and calloused, and when they held his hand, he would feel pain from the scraping.

My father's hands were not as hard as this, but they were not soft either. My father's fingers were very long, and the gaps between his nails were clean. When he held his hand, he felt weak.

Walking beside his father, he could smell the fragrance of soap locust.

The uncles in the village might only wear one piece of clothing for ten days, and they would not change out of it if it smelled so bad. But my father was different. He loved to be clean and changed his clothes almost every day. His body didn't smell of sweat at all, and he still smelled delicious. Very comfortable to wear.

Although his uncles were very kind to him, he had a good nose and always smelled bad. Therefore, Ji Yuan still liked the feeling of standing next to his father even more.

It would be great if the uncles took a bath and changed new clothes every day like my father.

If those uncles knew what Ji Yuan was thinking, they would definitely be full of complaints.

Who doesn’t want to be clean, but cleanliness doesn’t just happen.

How much firewood would be used to take a shower every day? They also wanted to change clothes every day. But the problem was that the clothes couldn't be dried in one day. They only had a few clothes in total. How could they be like Ji Changze? Same, a wardrobe of clothes.

This shows how dissatisfied the original owner is.

A woman who didn't let him support his family, but bought him new clothes, made him eat and drink the best in the village, and wasted firewood to boil water for him to bathe every day.

If it were any bachelor in the village, I would probably be grateful.

Not to mention that this lady also comes with a quick worker who can keep the house in order by herself. She goes to the mountains to collect firewood every day and has to cook and light the fire and clean up the toilet without even saying a word about tiredness (the puppet can't feel tired), as if she is very tired. My mother-in-law spent two hours at this house (the puppet does not need to sleep), and is still in good health and does not need to take medicine or see a doctor.

Although in the village, sons-in-law are rarely willing to live under the same roof as their mother-in-law, except for marrying into the family.

But this doesn't mean that they don't want a mother-in-law like the old lady.

Therefore, all the young people who are about the same age as the original owner are very envious of the original owner's good luck.

The wife is beautiful, can make money, is considerate and gentle, and has such a capable mother-in-law. Even her son is well-behaved, cute and lovable.

He must have done something good in his previous life, otherwise how could he have such a good and happy family with his character.

But when it comes to the original owner, even this and that are not enough.

Now it's Ji Changze, it's naturally different.

He took his son's hand and went to the yard. The old lady and Lin Qing were busy cooking. When he saw them coming, Lin Qing raised his head and said hello: "We won't be eating for a while, so you should wash up first."

So, everyone, one big and one small, went to the steps outside the yard, rinsed their mouths with willow branches and then washed their faces.

People in the village are running out of food, so naturally they don’t have such fastidious habits.

This was what Lin Qing taught him after he married Ji Changze. She made it clear that he hoped he could brush his teeth like this every day, morning and night.

The original owner had just gotten married at that time and was not as confident as he is now in eating soft food. He still felt inferior to others when eating soft food, so he listened honestly.

After the child is born and the teeth come in, they are naturally taught to do this.

Lin Qing inadvertently raised his head and saw that the father and son were standing there straight and straight. They were doing exactly the same thing in brushing their teeth. They brushed the left side together, brushed the right side, brushed the upper part and the lower part, and finally put their teeth in their mouths. Spit out the salt water in your mouth.

The uniform movements and similar faces make people want to laugh.

When washing his face, since there was only one basin, Ji Changze watched his son wash his face first. The little boy first tried hard to roll up his sleeves to expose his chubby white arms to avoid getting his sleeves wet. Then he squatted down and poured water on his face. shoot.

After washing every part of your face carefully, pat it with water again, then pick up a towel and wipe your face carefully.

"Daddy, I'm fine."

He gave way.

Ji Changze also made the same move, and the father and son splashed the water together and walked into the yard.

The original owner had never taken his son to wash up like this, so Ji Yuan was quite excited today, and the smile on his face never dropped.

He ran to pull the old lady's clothes: "Grandma, what are we going to eat today?"

"It's still the same food as usual."

The puppet answered with a smile and kept moving his hands.

Lin Qing said: "Mom is going to town this morning and will buy some roast chicken. You can follow your father's lead and learn Chinese characters. In the evening, we will eat roast chicken."

The happy family soon sat at the dinner table.

The old lady did not sit down, but entered her room alone with a small bowl.

After all, puppets are not humans and cannot eat human food.

So Lin Qing asked her to use the excuse that her teeth were bad and she couldn't eat what they ate. No matter what they ate, she would go into the house alone with an empty bowl.

After living together for four years, her husband never noticed that the bowl was empty. Thinking about it now, Lin Qing also felt it was a bit strange.

Thinking about it, Lin Qing glanced at her husband who was eating his meal in silence.

However, my husband has always seemed indifferent to everything, so this is normal.

Ji Yuan had long been accustomed to his grandma eating alone, and he would only take his little spoon and eat the rice from his own small bowl seriously.

One was eating seriously and didn't care about anything else, and the other was taciturn. The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became confusing and awkward.

Lin Qing simply cleared her throat and said: "I went up to the town, and the person who collected the embroidery work said that the money has increased. After calculation, I can have an extra tael of silver. Eating roast duck can be considered a celebration."

Knowing that she actually did not make money by selling embroidery, but used the money she had hidden before (after all, she was once one of the best demon slayers in the sect, and she carried tens of thousands of taels of silver notes with her), Ji Changze reacted calmly:

"Um."

Lin Qing strives to portray "Although our family is poor, we still have some small surprises occasionally": "..."

Her reaction was so bland, and she didn't even say "Thank you for your hard work" or "You earned all this through your hard work" politely. It seemed that she really had no feelings for her.

Fortunately, Lin Qing didn't expect her husband to fall in love with her from the beginning. She pretended not to notice Ji Changze's cold reaction and continued (making it up): "I plan to buy some clothes this time. Do you have any colors you want? "

"I want the black one."

When Ji Yuan heard this, he raised his hand happily.

As a child, his favorite color was black, because he thought he would look like an adult and look cool when wearing it.

Lin Qing looked at her son with tender eyes: "Okay, just buy black clothes for our Yuan'er."

Let her son follow her.

She also likes black clothes best.

To be precise, most demon slayers like to wear black. Not only is it cool, but it is also particularly suitable for tracking demons at night. You can hide wherever you want, and the demons at night will not be able to find them.

It's a pity that few women from ordinary families wear black, and most of them wear fresh colors. Lin Qing doesn't want to attract attention, so she can only follow the crowd.

God knows how uncomfortable she feels every time she wears those pink and tender clothes as a demon slayer who can kill demons at the age of eight.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Ji Changze say: "Cyan."

After he said this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Qing and said, "It's time for you to buy some new clothes, but have you decided on what colors you want?"

black! black! black! !

Lin Qing screamed crazily in her heart, but unfortunately when her words came to her lips, she still changed to: "Of course it's pink."

Eh.

It’s really hard to be an ordinary good wife and mother.

Black is so beautiful, why can’t ordinary women appreciate it?

Seeing her like this, Ji Changze lowered his eyes and continued eating.

After dinner, the old lady cleared away the dishes and Lin Qing went to town. Only Ji Changze and the child were left in the house.

"Dad, what words are we learning today?"

The child raised his head and looked at his father with admiration.

Ji Changze touched his head and said calmly: "As the child of your mother and me, you have a lot to learn and will be very tired. Are you afraid of Yuan'er?"

Ji Yuan shook his head: "Yuan'er is not afraid."

"good."

Ji Changze took him to the study. Yes, as a poor villager, Lin Qing even prepared a study for the original owner.

There were pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Ji Changze directly laid out the paper, ground the ink, dipped the brush in ink, and placed it on top of the paper.

"Does Yuan'er know what to learn when you first learn to read?"

Ji Yuan shook his head in confusion, recalling what he and his mother had heard when they went to town and passed by the school. He stumbled and said: "At the beginning of human beings... nature is good..."

"That's what other children have to learn."

Ji Changze simply sat on his seat and held the little child in his arms: "Come, daddy will teach you how to hold a pen."

After teaching Ji Yuan to hold the pen in the correct posture, he took Ji Yuan's hand and his hand to write one word together: kill.

"Yuan'er, come on, remember how to write this word. Every stroke must be done according to what dad taught you."

Ji Yuan listened in a daze and followed his father's instructions obediently, writing "kill" one after another.

"Do you remember it?"

After writing a full page, Ji Changze lowered his head slightly and asked his son.

Ji Yuan nodded obediently: "Remember."

"Okay, try using your hand as a pen, like this."

Ji Changze opened the window, put his index and middle fingers together, and using his hand as a pen, he quickly wrote "kill" in the air, and then struck it out with a palm.

--boom!

The stone outside the window in the distance facing the direction Ji Changze hit suddenly exploded, and the stones fell into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Ji Yuan's mouth formed a shape when he saw it.

Seeing that the effect was so good, Ji Changze was quite satisfied.

It's not in vain that he practiced all night last night.

"Yuan'er, come on, try what dad did just now."

Ji Yuan is a child after all, and does not understand that this kind of power cannot be achieved by a normal person. When his father said this, his face turned red with excitement: "Dad, can I be as powerful as dad?"

"It will happen if you do it right."

Obviously, Ji Changze's words gave the child full confidence.

He stretched out his chubby little hand and recalled what he had just learned. He imitated his father and used his hand as a pen to write a small word "kill" in mid-air, and then photographed it in a decent way.

Naturally, no reaction.

The little guy's confident expression immediately turned into confusion. He looked up at Ji Changze, his eyes filled with "Why didn't you have the same effect as daddy you just hit?"

Ji Changze was not surprised that Ji Yuan didn't have any lethality. Seeing the disappointed look on Ji Yuan's face, he comforted him: "It will indeed be like this in the beginning. If you practice diligently, you will be able to be like me as time goes by."

After hearing this, Ji Yuan became happy again and asked excitedly: "Dad, what is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Only dad can do this. You are dad's child, so you should know it, but don't tell anyone until you learn it."

Ji Yuan asked: "Don't tell mother either?"

After saying that, he saw his father's expression as if he was paused. After a few seconds, he said softly: "Of course there is no need to hide it from her, but you haven't learned it yet, why not tell her until you can do the same as dad?" ”

In the ears of young children, this sounds like: What you are doing now is not good enough, let’s hold it in and practice quietly, and when you are good enough, then go and show it off in front of your mother.

He immediately nodded happily and agreed: "Yes, Yuan'er will definitely practice well."

The child ran off to practice diligently, unaware that the father who taught him had just mastered this trick last night.

Seeing him running there to make gestures, Ji Changze crumpled the paper with the word "kill" into a ball, still using his hand as a pen, wrote the word "fire" in the void, and slapped it on the paper.

The balled paper burned silently in an instant, and in an instant, it was completely burned, leaving no ashes.

After destroying the corpse and removing all traces, Ji Changze laid out another piece of paper, dabbed some ink, and wrote the words for normal enlightenment on it.

One morning passed, and the child, who had learned a few common words from his father, went to practice his killing word again.

He is also patient. At such a young age, even though he can't achieve anything no matter how hard he practices, he can still keep repeating the same action. He is not upset when he fails. He just purses his lips to encourage himself. After the encouragement is over, he regains confidence. Keep practicing with full enthusiasm.

Ji Changze leaned aside and watched his movements gradually change from unfamiliar to skillful.

It seems that Ji Yuan followed Lin Qing's talent.

In such a short period of time, it has already taken shape.

Although he can't really use this move now because he doesn't have the best skills, it can be imagined that when he cultivates the energy of a demon slayer in his body, this move will definitely be powerful enough.

When Lin Qing came back, she saw her husband leaning against the door as if he was in a good mood, and his son over there didn't know what to do alone, waving his little hands around, quite enjoying himself.

This warm scene made her eyes soften, and she opened the courtyard door and came in: "I'm back, Yuan'er, let's see what mom brought you."

Ji Yuan heard her voice and quickly hid his hands behind his back.

He hasn't forgotten his and his father's plan, but he has to develop his skills before showing them to his mother.

When the time comes, my mother will be very happy to see how powerful he is.

Lin Qing didn't pay attention to this little move. He just put down the wooden frame he was carrying on his back, took out the candy inside, and waved to his son: "Look, I bought you candy."

"ah!"

The little guy was so surprised that he forgot everything and happily ran forward to take it: "Thank you, mother."

After saying thank you, I couldn't wait to hold the candy and ran into the house: "Grandma, grandma, look, mother bought me candy."

Ji Changze glanced at Ji Yuan's cheerful back and said to Lin Qing: "He is very smart and his enlightenment went smoothly."

Lin Qing knew how to get along with husband and wife, and praised him: "Thanks to the guidance of my husband."

"Did you buy the clothes?"

"I bought it back. I bought two sets of the cyan clothes you asked for, and another set of light blue ones. I'll try them on to see if they fit."

Ji Changze asked her: "What about you?"

"Of course I bought it too."

Lin Qing pulled out a set of pink clothes in a wooden frame and showed them to her husband.

However, Ji Changze's reaction was very mediocre. He only glanced at it and then seemed to be no longer interested. He said: "There are still not enough clothes, and the ink is about to run out. I will go to the town to buy some, and buy a few more by the way."

Seeing his expression of "I'm not interested in your clothes at all", Lin Qing felt inexplicably anxious.

She shouldn't be, why should she be anxious? Doesn't her husband always care about her?

"Then take the money."

She put away the inexplicable emotion that shouldn't exist and handed the money bag to Ji Changze.

It was just right for her that her husband was going out now. After all, she wanted to test her son's talent as a demon slayer in these few days, and teach him some fist, kick, and mind skills. If possible, it would be best if he could practice his Qi. With

Seeing the other person's face pale and walking slowly away, she called the puppet and asked the puppet to pack the clothes she bought and make a fire to cook.

She found her son who was happily eating candy in her hut, smiled and touched his head, and said: "Yuan'er, mother will teach you something fun, okay?"

Ji Yuan looked at her mother in confusion and nodded obediently.

Lin Qing began to teach her son how to draw qi into the body in her hut.

"Yes, sit cross-legged, feel the breath slowly swirling under your stomach, and then try to control this breath... You can feel it so quickly? Our Yuan'er is really amazing."

So, without knowing the situation, the child successfully drew qi into the body at a faster speed than Lin Qing did back then.

Lin Qing was so happy.

The life span of a demon hunter is longer than that of most ordinary people, and their body is much healthier than most people. All this depends on drawing qi into the body.

Ji Yuan learned how to draw qi into the body. Even if he does not learn the skills of a demon hunter in the future, his life span will be extended and his body will be much better than his peers.

She happily practiced with her son many times. When the old lady came to ask her if she wanted to eat, she found that it was already time for dinner, and Changze had not come back yet. This had never happened before (the original owner: I could catch up with everything, but not with dinner).

After all, Lin Qing had walked through the edge of a knife, and she felt a little uneasy in her heart. She did not leave the child at home, but took him with her and said in a gentle voice: "Yuan'er, Daddy is not back yet, shall we go pick him up?"

"Okay." Ji Yuan replied obediently: "Yuan'er wants to show Daddy the new Qi-inducing I learned."

Lin Qing's expression froze, and then she remembered that she was so happy that she forgot to tell Ji Yuan that this matter could not be told to others.

But, Ji Yuan must understand that she could not tell others, but she could not tell her father...

What excuse should she find?

She thought about it and really came up with one.

Squatting down, holding his son's hand, he coaxed him softly: "Yuan'er, you just learned the beginning, and you haven't mastered it yet. How about this, when you have mastered it and can make Dad feel very powerful, we will go to Dad to show you that you have learned it, okay?"

I thought the child would ask why he had to learn it before he could show it to Dad, but Ji Yuan tilted his head and nodded without asking a word.

He said in a baby voice: "Yuan'er understands."

He understands, after all, Dad has told him this once before.

But he doesn't understand why Dad and Mom both require him to learn it well before telling each other, why don't Dad and Mom just teach him together?

"Be good."

Lin Qing took her son's hand and headed towards the village.

When she rented a house, she deliberately chose a house far away from the village, so that when she was doing something that was not good for ordinary people to see, someone would suddenly push the door and come in to visit.

After walking for a while, she saw Ji Changze in the distance holding a black object, walking towards this side slowly with his signature slow steps.

She couldn't see clearly from a distance, so she could only keep walking forward.

Ji Changze was indeed holding a black dress and walking towards home. Someone of the same age saw him and sneered: "Who are you pretending to be weak for? There are no elders here."

"Is that a black dress in your hand? Tsk, you don't make a penny every day, and you still have the nerve to buy yourself new clothes."

Ji Changze stopped and looked at the person who said this. When the person saw him looking at him, he glared at him with dissatisfaction on his face.

He looks familiar.

Isn't this the passerby who almost got into the original owner's stomach because of his chicken love at home? Oh no, isn't he a young man?

His expression was still indifferent, and he only said: "This is not bought for myself, but for my wife."

"Tsk."

The young man looked even more disdainful: "You bought black clothes for a woman? Tsk, do you really think you are a young master who is out of touch with the world? Madam Lin is also unlucky to follow a useless person like you who can't even support a family. She worked hard to do housework for you. It would be strange if she likes this black dress you gave her."

Just after he finished speaking, he saw Lin Qing coming.

He stared at the black clothes, as if stunned.

Tsk, sure enough, look, people are stunned.

He thought so, but saw Ji Changze raised the clothes in his hand and said indifferently: "I bought black clothes for you."

He is still asking for credit.

Don't make Madam Lin cry again.

But Lin Qing walked forward quickly with surprise, took the black clothes with love, and looked like he couldn't let it go.

"Thank you, husband, I thought... I thought you didn't know I like black clothes."

Young man: "???"

What the hell? ? ?

Madam Lin, why do you have to be so strong for your husband's face? ? ?

Contrary to what he thought, Lin Qing said this sincerely.

Even the look she gave to her husband, who always treated her with respect, was more tender and grateful than before.

She had never thought that Ji Changze, who was indifferent to everything and seemed to care nothing, would know her preferences.

Does that mean that he actually treated her the same as he treated Yuan'er?

He had feelings, but didn't know how to express them?