Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 152 Great love is silent, great sound is inaudible

'The body of a sixteen-year-old boy.'

Lu Wubing subtly activated the "Pine and Crane Instructions" in his mind, instantly calming his mind like a crane amidst clouds and his body like an old pine tree, suppressing any restless thoughts.

Shen Xinzhu, the senior sister, awkwardly stepped back.

It wasn't because he overheard the sweet nothings the two elders said at the backyard gate, but because his body was undergoing changes typical of a young man.

To be honest, although Senior Sister Xinzhu looks slender and graceful like a secluded orchid in the mountains or a bamboo grove by the water, she is quite well-endowed when you actually hug her.

It was like a pile of cotton; as soon as you got close, you sank in, and it felt like you couldn't feel any bones.

What does it mean to be as supple as if boneless?

That's it.

No, stop overthinking.

Lu Wubing suddenly understood a profound truth that he had not fully grasped in his previous life.

The human body absolutely possesses its own "thoughts" and "emotions." Not only can the mind be corrupted, but the instincts of the flesh, that latent consciousness, can also unconsciously dominate everything.

Lu Wubing suspected that there was a "deity" in his soul and a "deity" in his body.

Otherwise, given his current level of mental maturity, how could he possibly find himself in such a predicament that ordinary teenagers often face?

Is it because there is an excess of Qi and blood?
Not entirely.

“Junior Brother Lu, I’m starting to believe it now. Xiao Liuli might really be your daughter, whom you didn’t know when you had her.”

Shen Xinzhu blushed and gave a slightly disgusted, coquettish laugh: "You're truly gifted..."

As expected, he was praising his senior sister. Even though he felt embarrassed and annoyed, he still gently praised himself for being exceptionally virile and a true man.

Lu Wubing chuckled dryly, then said seriously, "If that's what you think, then you've misunderstood me."

He counted on his fingers, "Junior brother, I am only sixteen years old now, the prime of my youth. No, that's for girls. Anyway, that's the idea. I'm only sixteen, and two years ago I was fourteen. Add the ten months of pregnancy and the time for mutual affection, so I would have to be twelve or thirteen to get married."

You saw the twelve-year-old boy too, the kind of age everyone hates, running around and yelling...

A bamboo dragonfly and a small wooden sword are far more attractive than a woman.

Of course, going to brothels is out of the question... Don't let my father's cheerful and easygoing nature fool you; my mother is extremely strict about this. If she catches even the slightest hint of it, she'll break his legs.

"That's the truth."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xinzhu noticed something amiss and breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled broadly, lightly punched Lu Wubing, and scolded him, "Why didn't you explain yourself? How are you going to get married with such a reputation as a little pervert?"

What decent family's parents would marry their daughter to a guy who's already had children at twelve or thirteen?

"Is my senior sister worried that I won't be able to find a wife?"

Lu Wubing's eyes brightened slightly.

The last guy who worried about not being able to find a wife was practically giving himself away for free.

One of the senior disciples had already fainted from crying on the back mountain.

"What am I worried about? Senior Sister Ouyang and Seventh Senior Sister have already been seduced by you, you lecherous wolf, and now you're coming after me with your flirtatious advances. Junior Brother, are you never satisfied?"

Shen Xinzhu is clearly not without a temper.

However, she is used to expressing her emotions through jokes.

Even when she's angry, she's so careful and cautious.

She makes it impossible for anyone to truly dislike her.

What kind of circumstances could have fostered such a nature?

From Senior Sister Xinzhu's forced smile, Lu Wubing seemed to see helplessness and sadness, as well as a tenacious will to struggle for survival, and felt a pang of regret in his heart.

With this thought in mind, Lu Wubing felt pity and decided not to tease the seemingly weak but upright Senior Sister Shen any longer. Instead, he chose to speak frankly: "Senior Sister, think about it. It's rare that Xiao Liuli looks so much like me when I was a child, and she's so close to me."

Putting everything else aside, just considering the little girl herself, if she found her biological father, wouldn't she find solace and gradually heal her wounded heart?

"Indeed, according to medical classics, it takes a lifetime to heal the trauma a person suffers in childhood."

Such a profound wound as Xiao Liuli's must have caused her immense hatred, even if she outwardly appears to have forgotten it.

Perhaps she's too young to remember, and will never discover this in her lifetime. The imprint of her soul has long since etched it all into her being. Perhaps she'll wake up in the middle of the night, startled, weeping.

"That's right, that's true for the little girl. And it's the same for my parents."

They are kind-hearted and compassionate, and I believe they will keep Xiao Liuli by their side and treat her like their own granddaughter.

But here's the problem: family members are family, and other people's children are always other people's children. Even if you adopt them, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll be close to them.

Unintentional displays of estrangement can sometimes hurt children.

But if the two elderly people mistakenly believe that the little girl is really their granddaughter, the situation will be completely different.

They must be treated with utmost care, as if afraid the food would melt in their mouths or be broken in their hands.

Under the nurturing influence of family love, even the deepest resentment in Xiao Liuli's soul will gradually fade away, allowing her to grow up healthily.

Resentment may be a catalyst for growth... but it can also be a shackle on life.

Lu Wubing hopes that when Xiao Liuli grows up and becomes ruthless and fearless in eliminating evil, it will be out of love for this world, not out of hatred.

Love represents protection.

There is a pure land in one's heart.

Hate is destruction...

They wished they could destroy everything, even themselves.

At around two and a half years old, he had already laid the foundation for the Glazed Sword Bone, and his spirit was as tough as steel wire, able to suppress and transform even overwhelming pain.

With such talent and aptitude, if properly nurtured and without taking detours, Lu Wubing even saw an unparalleled genius rising up, and his expectations were extremely high.

I really don't want her to grow up to be so bad.

As Lu Wubing spoke slowly, he looked back and could almost hear the little girl's giggling laughter, like the ringing of wind chimes.

The little guy was clearly having a great time.

Just be happy.

"Therefore, my junior brother, not hesitating to smear himself, half-truthfully and half-jokingly admitted it, truly portraying himself as a great villain who had lost his woman's body at the age of twelve or thirteen and had given birth to a daughter..."

The primary goal was to heal the little girl's heart, and more importantly, to comfort Uncle Lu and Aunt Lu, making it a win-win situation.

Why did Lu Changfeng and Chen Yulian feel comforted instead of frightened?

Very simple.

Regardless of their temperament, people are always more tolerant of their own children.

If it were someone else, being so irresponsible and messing things up, they would certainly deserve to die a thousand times over.

If it were one's own son who did such a wrong thing, then of course one would just laugh it off.

He's still just a child; a little bit of a playboy in his youth isn't a bad thing... Being able to produce offspring for the family is actually quite good, better than being a blockhead.

That's roughly the idea.

Therefore, Lu Wubing reluctantly agreed to a colossal lie, which pleased everyone except himself, who suffered injustice.

But a real man treats bloodshed and turmoil as nothing more than romantic moments under the moon.

This is such a small matter, not worth mentioning.

"Junior brother's efforts are truly commendable; I am no match for him."

Thinking of this, Shen Xinzhu bowed respectfully, suddenly feeling ashamed of her previous petty thoughts, having actually regarded her junior brother as a lecherous wolf. It was truly wrong of her.

Over the years, I have devoted myself to relieving others of their suffering. Moreover, I always have a compassionate heart... I help poor families whenever I can. In Mingyang City, I deserve to be called a "female bodhisattva".

However, all these actions were merely done incidentally as long as they did not harm their own interests.

Compared to Lu Wubing, who considers everything so thoroughly and even accepts the reputation of a playboy who has a child out of wedlock, his actions in helping a strange orphan girl are still far inferior.

Such magnanimity and benevolence are truly admirable.

Through Lu Wubing's nonchalant smile, Shen Xinzhu saw his heart of gold.

In this chaotic and bloody era, to meet such a person and travel together for a while is truly a great blessing.

"Actually, it would be fine if Junior Brother Lu were a little bit lecherous."

Shen Xinzhu suddenly said in a low voice.

"what?"

Lu Wubing was taken aback.

She immediately understood Senior Sister Xinzhu's intentions.

She was worried about herself, you silly girl.

Being able to infuse her emotions into the music and control her own emotions to enter the melody, Senior Sister Shen undoubtedly has a very profound understanding of the principle that "highbrow music is often appreciated by few."

She probably felt she possessed a great love and a selfless, noble character. She feared that if she were to become disillusioned by what she saw and heard, she might lose hope in the world and descend into loneliness and isolation…

In this way, having a harmless hobby, immersing oneself in the mundane world, will not cause constant pain to the soul.

It must be said that Shen Xinzhu's concerns were correct.

If there truly were a saint in this world with boundless love, it would indeed be a source of great pain and loss. To shoulder the responsibility of changing the world and humanity when one cannot change oneself would lead a life of misery.

But I'm not that kind of person...

All I want to protect are the people I care about. When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should help others. If one cannot help others, then so be it.

It's not necessary to sacrifice one's own flesh and blood to bravely save the world.

Such a person is too great. Lu Wubing can only express his respect. It would be impossible for him to do such a thing himself.

Although he didn't know what kind of experiences had led Shen Xinzhu to develop such high moral character, Lu Wubing still felt that the most important thing was to be down-to-earth and live a good life.

I've always heard this saying in my past life: "The most important thing in life is to be happy."

Lu Wubing wholeheartedly agreed.

Therefore, he didn't mind that Shen Xinzhu saw him as a lecherous and vulgar person.

On the contrary, he was reluctant to let her elevate him to a pedestal, making it difficult for him to come down.

The tone shifted, returning to the initial question: "As for why Xiao Liuli looks so much like me, I can only say that none of you have noticed one thing. You haven't noticed that this resemblance is in spirit, not in appearance..."

"Similar?"

Shen Xinzhu was pulled out of her contemplation on "greatness" by Lu Wubing's words. She recalled the little girl and Lu Wubing's appearance again, and now she realized that it was indeed true.

It looks very similar, about 70-80% like it.

However, it's not the kind of resemblance where the eyes and nose are completely identical.

Instead, I felt a strong resemblance, and at first glance, I knew they were father and daughter...

Even if their face shapes are different or their mouth shapes are not the same, they will still look very similar.

"When people's qi (vital energy) is in harmony, their habits are similar, their appearances become alike, and their form and spirit become one. Although this is not easy to understand, you can observe loving couples and brothers who are willing to die for each other in the mortal world."

If you live together for a long time, will you start to look more and more alike?

Especially for couples, even if one has a round face and the other a square face, they'll still look like a family.

"That is indeed the case."

Shen Xinzhu opened the door to open the pharmacy. Baoan Hall specializes in protecting the fetus and calming the mind. Most of the patients she sees are husbands accompanying their wives.

Whether they are a wealthy couple dressed in fine clothes and riding in a spirited manner, or a poor couple in tattered clothes.

Two people who have a very good relationship will more or less look alike, which is a kind of impression that will prevent others from mistaking them for husband and wife.

"So, you and Xiao Liuli?"

"My Six Yang Divine Needle Technique has surpassed its predecessors, reaching the very essence of the human body and reshaping its foundation."

From muscles, bones, and meridians to the circulation of blood and qi, and even the generation and evolution of extremely subtle energy, everything can be interfered with.

Rather than calling it healing, it's more like a transformation...

Lu Wubing tried his best to describe it in a way that his senior sister could understand.

He still doesn't understand what the vitality of the character "形" (xing) in seal script is.

However, one thing is certain.

That is the power of life.

It is the power of creation.

This level of power is extremely advanced, its origin and destination unknown.

It was so miraculous that it completely transcended the realm of martial arts.

Therefore, even with Senior Sister Shen Xinzhu, whom he now trusts completely, he can't reveal too much.

Old man Lu Changfeng was so confused that he didn't realize the value of this thing at all.

In fact, he truly didn't know the truth and hadn't grasped the essence of the "Form" seal. He had only learned the "Six Yang Divine Needles" technique, which his grandfather Lu Chengyun had created from the "Form" seal.

This acupuncture technique cannot be said to have no relation to the character "形" (xíng), but it has long lost its essence.

If the fundamental diagram of the character "形" (form) can enable the human body to evolve naturally, absorb the infinite vitality of heaven and earth, and make the body perfect and flawless, thus approaching the way of heaven.

Therefore, the Six Yang Divine Needles can only stimulate the original Yang vitality of the human body and replenish the body's vitality with the essence of food.

When treating and saving lives, this principle is followed: the patient's own vital energy is stimulated and transformed into life force. It may even consume a small portion of the patient's lifespan.

In short, the Six Yang Divine Needles cannot create something from nothing.

It's simply because the human body inherently possesses a latent vitality; once stimulated, it allows the body to repair itself.

However, the human body's vitality is limited, just a tiny bit, and once it's gone, it can't be stimulated.

This is precisely why Lu Changfeng can only cure some common diseases and has to supplement with herbal medicine... He is helpless when faced with a truly fatal disease.

Lu Wubing, however, was a bit different. He turned decay into magic, created something from nothing, and reconstructed a body, taking it all to an extreme.

Of course, he used himself as a transit point to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, doing things very secretly, so no one would think of such an absurd thing.

Facing Shen Xinzhu, Lu Wubing used the fact that Xiao Liuli had taken countless medicines in the jar and accumulated a lot of medicinal power in her body to support his theory.

That makes sense.

"In this way, the little girl's meridian circulation, tendon distribution, and physical changes all transformed according to the internal appearance of my body."

Aside from the difference between men and women, she's essentially a smaller version of [Lu Wubing], so how could she not resemble him?

Qi and blood affect the flow of Qi, and the flow of Qi affects the spirit. When the spirit and Qi are in harmony, it is inevitable that their outward manifestations will converge.

"I understand. Although Junior Brother did not give birth to Xiao Liuli, he recreated himself."

Compared to the continuation of bloodline, such a change in bloodline is truly difficult to rank.

"Tsk tsk, the Six Yang Divine Needles actually possess the ability to intervene in the creation of nature; truly wondrous."

"If you are willing, senior sister, a medical technique is not something to be kept secret. I will pass on the Six Yang Divine Needle Technique to you when the time comes."

Seeing Shen Xinzhu's face scrunched up with envy, Lu Wubing couldn't help but tease her again.

Anyway, he was talking about the "Six Yang Divine Needle Method," which is a simplified version.

To stimulate life without generating it is a kind of secret technique.

It will not be associated with the character "形" (form) seal that alters one's physical constitution.

This acupuncture technique isn't particularly important.

It won't reveal too much.

Lu Wubing's caution was not truly due to stinginess.

Rather, there is a rule in the world that certain treasures belong only to the virtuous.

What is meant by a virtuous person?
It's not about morality...

In Lu Wubing's understanding, it means "abundant martial virtue".

Having power and influence, or possessing personal strength, all count.

Without martial virtue, an ordinary person who possesses something beyond their means will immediately understand the meaning of "a child carrying gold in a bustling marketplace"—at best, they will lose the treasure; at worst, their family will be destroyed.

"Isn't it said that this acupuncture technique is passed down only to daughters-in-law, not sons?"

Shen Xinzhu asked shyly.

Some things can be said as jokes, but they shouldn't be taken seriously. If you do, it will be very awkward.

It hasn't come to that point yet.

"It's not impossible."

Lu Wubing glanced at Shen Xinzhu's spacious "dining hall" and couldn't help but relive the wonderful feeling from before.

"Xiao Liuli is your daughter, don't lie to me."

As Shen Xinzhu spoke, she first feigned anger, but then she couldn't hold back her laughter and burst out laughing.

So be it.

True scholars are naturally elegant, and only great heroes can be true to their nature.

This approach of not hiding one's true nature can actually be very reassuring.

Don't worry that he's lying to you.

"Don't rush the acupuncture technique. Didn't you say you wanted to learn my [Seven Emotions Heavenly Sound]? Come on, I'll teach you."

Shen Xinzhu's mood suddenly became extremely good.

He turned around, picked up the zither case he carried with him, took out an ebony seven-stringed zither, and placed it on the stone table.

Sit upright with a composed expression, and concentrate your mind and spirit.

"This sound attack method excels at touching hearts with hearts and moving people with emotions."

The skill requirements aren't too high, but injecting emotion is extremely difficult.

Generally speaking, the more emotionally sensitive a person is, the more easily they cry or laugh, the faster they learn.

Being able to feel melancholy and wistful over the smallest things...

These kinds of people learn very quickly, but they are also prone to going astray.

When Sister Xinzhu teaches, it's different from Sister Xiaolan's.

She simply poured out all her insights and understanding.

Explain and illustrate each term in detail, and then put it into practice through actual actions.

The explanation was detailed and thorough.

'This is a true academic genius.'

However, the quality of Xiaolan's teaching is still improving.

Senior Sister Xiaolan knows exactly what you want before she speaks to you; she has the amazing ability to turn lead into gold.

Whenever he speaks, he always points out what he doesn't understand.

She possesses exceptional comprehension and empathy; it seems that, under certain circumstances, she can resonate with the listeners on a spiritual level.

Similarly, when Lu Wubing sparred with her, he was able to gradually help her empathize with his own understanding of the past.

Therefore, in the process of practicing swordsmanship, even though they were both practicing with swords, Senior Sister Xiaolan's progress was much faster than that of Senior Sister Qi.

Why couldn't Master and Mistress teach Senior Sister Xiaolan in this way? Even Senior Brother Yue Lingfeng couldn't teach her to make rapid progress.

Lu Wubing guessed that his master and mistress had actually underestimated Ouyang Lan.

You can't treat her like a child and teach her every move step by step... Every form must be perfectly correct, and there can be no mistakes in angles, orientations, force, or size.

Teaching her like this will erode Xiaolan's spirituality and empathy, and instead make her develop rebellious thoughts from the bottom of her heart.

Only with an attitude of "seeking the Way," like Lu Wubing, where the two of them learn from each other and work together to solve problems, can the surface of Ouyang Lan be polished away to reveal the true nature of the precious jade.

It's like you're talking about aircraft here, while she's already grasped the principles of nuclear explosions.

That's just how strange it is.

Thinking back to the time I spent teaching and learning with Ouyang Lan.

Lu Wubing's mind shifted, and he became engrossed in Senior Sister Shen Xinzhu's act of feeding him.

Correct.

It means feeding someone.

Shen Xinzhu's lectures were like she was afraid you wouldn't be able to swallow them, so she chewed them up and fed them to you bit by bit.

Even a fool could understand it.

Listening to her gentle, soft-spoken words, and hearing the music flow into my heart little by little.

Lu Wubing seemed to see a little girl before his eyes, practicing diligently from morning till night, from night till dawn...

He practiced until his hands were covered in blood, and until his mind and spirit were exhausted.

Finally, the soul is infused into the beautiful sound of the piano.

With a single note from the zither, all beings rejoice.

Two notes from the zither ignited a raging inferno that engulfed the city.

Three notes on the zither, a farewell between life and death.

……

The seventh note of the zither sounded.

All seven strings resonated simultaneously.

A translucent blade of light, shimmering with seven colors in the sunlight, slashed down on the backyard wall with a whoosh.

A thin crack was cut, extending straight through the wall.

Holy crap, you can do that?

Lu Wubing's eyebrows twitched wildly. He discovered that this blade of light did not touch any internal energy, but rather was a sound wave that solidified into form.

Not only is it incredibly fast, but it's also extremely difficult to defend against or block.

There's no need to elaborate on how fast the sound is; perhaps it can be surpassed once swordsmanship reaches an extremely high level.

However, it is extremely difficult to dodge an attack of this level using one's own movement skills.

Therefore, the only option is to tough it out.

Unfortunately, this was an attack of sound, not some kind of physical force or object.

Even if you try to block it with all your might, you can't stop the sound from penetrating your mind.

"I can only unleash one or two moves now, and then I feel mentally and physically exhausted, so they can't be used as regular moves. Ultimately, it's because I lack talent and my cultivation is too poor."

Blood trickled from the corner of Shen Xinzhu's mouth as she smiled, her face pale.

Although his face was pale, a hint of pride still shone in his eyes, a testament to his years of hard work.

"Have you learned it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, even a top-tier expert would have to be extremely careful when blocking this attack. They might even be severely injured in one blow."

Lu Wubing thought to himself, if you consider this a lack of talent, then the other disciples must be feeling quite distressed.

There are very few people in the world who can fight across two levels or six ranks.

I'm counting myself as one; I haven't seen a second one yet.

By the way, you can't calculate it yourself; you have to calculate it according to the destiny of "Heaven rewards diligence".

Otherwise, it would be impossible.

Shen Xinzhu's ability to achieve such a miraculous feat solely through hard work and her musical talent is truly remarkable.

Senior Sister Xinzhu is too honest. She only taught me how to play the zither, but she even taught me her most secret and best-kept tricks.

Do you have to be so honest?

Lu Wubing was both amused and exasperated, yet felt a warmth in his heart.

The decision was made that the senior sister could not be allowed to practice again.

He took out silver needles and pricked several acupoints on Shen Xinzhu's palm, infusing them with a life force. Only when he saw that her complexion had returned to normal did he feel relieved.

He sat upright, focused, and slowly began to play the zither.

Shen Xinzhu smiled gently, noticing that his technique was initially very clumsy, with many movements resembling those of a child just learning to play the piano.

I was just about to offer some pointers.

Before his eyes blurred, he noticed that Lu Wubing's movements had become more practiced.

She hesitated for a moment without speaking, looked at her own fingers, then at Lu Wubing's fingers, and confusion appeared in her eyes...

Looking up, I could almost feel a surge of emotion amidst the tinkling of the zither.

For no reason at all, I felt a surge of joy.

After a while, all that could be seen were the flowing light of fingers, but no sound of the zither could be heard.

A semi-transparent ripple emerged from the strings of the zither and struck a green bamboo in the backyard with a "plop," cutting the bamboo in two.

The leaves fell with a rustling sound, already shattered into powder while still in mid-air.

Shen Xinzhu was stunned.

……

(End of this chapter)