Chapter 6732
You Don't Understand Anything
Qin Fang thought to himself, what if there's some secret inside? He couldn't let others benefit from it. After all, Xiao Chen had specially given this pattern to him and his grandson; who knows what earth-shattering secret it might contain.
Half an hour later, a series of hurried footsteps came from the front hall. The sound grew louder as it approached, striking Qin Fang's heart like the beat of a drum.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Lingling, dressed in a black outfit, rushed into the room like a whirlwind.
The sword at her waist was still dripping with snow water, which slowly slid down the blade and splashed up in tiny droplets on the ground.
Her hair was streaked with tiny ice crystals, and her face showed a hint of weariness, yet also an air of heroism.
Behind her followed an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face. He wore a spotless gray robe and looked as if he had stepped out of a painting.
The jade pendant at his waist was engraved with the two characters "Zhongnan". His every move exuded the demeanor of a master, and every step he took was steady and powerful.
Qin Fang hurried forward, his steps quick, his face showing a hint of reproach, his tone full of concern mixed with a touch of dissatisfaction: "Didn't I tell you to stay in Zhongnan Mountain for a while longer? Zhongnan Mountain is full of spiritual energy, and your master is teaching you diligently. Why did you suddenly come back? Are you being lazy and homesick?"
Qin Lingling swiftly removed the sword from her waist. The tassel of the sword drew an arc in the air, swept across the coffee table, and with a "smack," the tea in the teacup splashed out, spreading a water stain on the table.
Her face was full of excitement, her eyes sparkling with a strange light, and she exclaimed, "Grandpa! I sensed a strange spiritual energy fluctuation on the mountain. The fluctuation was strong and mysterious, like...like the birth of a legendary treasure! I have never felt anything so strong before. This treasure must be extraordinary!"
As she spoke, her gaze swept over the untidy tea set on the table, a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Has a master been here? The tea set is arranged so casually, there must have been a guest visiting."
Qin Fang's expression hardened, as if he had suddenly thought of something important.
He walked quickly to the wall, carefully removed the previously concealed composition, revealing the mysterious pattern on the wall, and said, "Take a look at this. It was left by Mr. Xiao just now. Before he left, he said that this gift was for us, grandfather and grandson, and that we should study it carefully."
Qin Lingling turned her head and her gaze fell on the pattern on the wall.
She glanced at it and couldn't help but sneer, her laughter full of mockery: "What is this drawing? Even a kindergarten kid's doodle is better than this! They're clearly looking down on the Qin family, trying to fob us off with this piece of junk."
Enraged, her pretty face flushed red, and she made a move to reach out and wipe the pattern on the wall.
"stop!"
Just then, the old man from Zhongnan, who had been standing to the side, suddenly shouted. His voice was as loud as a bell, and the air in the room trembled slightly.
His withered hand shot out like lightning, instantly stopping Qin Lingling's movements.
The old man had sharp eyes, staring intently at the patterns on the wall, and leaning closer to examine them closely.
His previously cloudy eyes suddenly shone brightly, like two dazzling stars.
His wrinkled hands trembled violently, as if he had seen the most precious thing in the world.
The old man from Zhongnan took a deep breath and began to circulate the Zhongnan Heart Sutra.
In an instant, his aura became chaotic, white steam rose from his head, as if he were in a cloud of mist, and his whole being seemed to be shrouded by a mysterious power.
This terrifying phenomenon startled Qin Fang so much that he took a half-step back, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
Qin Lingling was completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape as if she could fit an egg inside, utterly unable to believe what she was seeing.
Sensing the overwhelming aura, the guards on the training ground drew their weapons and surrounded the house as if facing a formidable enemy. However, just as they were about to rush into the house to investigate, they saw the old man suddenly kneel down and respectfully kowtow three times to the wall.
His voice trembled with emotion as he exclaimed, “Our ancestors have shown their power! This Zhengyang Kung Fu, lost for a thousand years, has reappeared in my lifetime! This is an incredible stroke of luck!”
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Qin Lingling stared wide-eyed at her master's discomposure, her fingertips trembling slightly uncontrollably.
Her meticulously manicured nails were now digging almost into her palms; the excruciating pain was nothing compared to the shock she felt.
She was dressed in a light blue training uniform, which should have made her look heroic and spirited, but at this moment the girl's chest was heaving violently and her breathing was rapid and disordered.
The argument with her grandfather was still lingering in her mind like a tangled mess, and now her master's sudden and unusual behavior had startled her so much that she broke out in a cold sweat. The back of her clothes was already soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her body.
"Old Xu, what exactly is written on this?"
Seeing Xu Qingyuan's appearance, Qin Fang became even more anxious and slowly rose, supporting himself on the armchair.
He gripped the armrests of the armchair tightly, leaving several clear finger marks, as if he wanted to crush the hard sandalwood.
His reading glasses had somehow slipped down to the tip of his nose, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on the pattern on the wall, unblinking, as if trying to see through it.
The wrinkles around his eyes appeared particularly deep due to the tightness, like ravines etched by time, but at this moment they became even more pronounced due to the shock in his heart.
Xu Qingyuan seemed not to hear, immersed in his own world.
His well-defined hands began to slowly circulate his energy, the mysterious runes on his fingertips appearing and disappearing like will-o'-the-wisps flickering in the night sky, mysterious and eerie.
The runes shimmered with a faint light, as if carrying some mysterious power, flowing through the air.
Suddenly, he sat cross-legged on the blue brick floor. The old, dilapidated bricks creaked under the weight, as if they were groaning in pain.
As his aura rapidly condensed like a vortex, the entire room seemed to be enveloped by this powerful aura.
The Xuan paper on the desk moved on its own without any wind, making a rustling sound, as if it were trembling.
The still-wet ink copy of the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" was a priceless treasure, but it was shaken in two by this powerful aura, and the paper fragments fluttered down.
The sandalwood incense in the bronze incense burner in the corner suddenly swirled back, and the wisps of smoke that were originally rising now condensed into a straight wisp, outlining mysterious patterns in mid-air, as if an immortal were wielding a brush and splashing ink, painting in the void.
The patterns were ever-changing, sometimes resembling dragons and snakes in flight, and sometimes like undulating mountains and rivers, making them unpredictable.
Qin Lingling watched as her master's snow-white Taoist robe brushed against the mottled brick seams, her heart filled with worry.
Her brows furrowed, and she couldn't help but say, "Master, the ground is damp, don't..."
However, before she could finish speaking, a warm, bluish light suddenly emanated from Xu Qingyuan's body.
The light, almost tangible, swirled around him, and wherever it passed, an invisible force seemed to rage. (End of Chapter)