Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

Although there are cool breezes in the mornings and evenings during the autumn heat in Tianjin, the midday sun is still scorching.

In the courtyard of Building B4 in Rainbow Garden, a few sparrows landed on the wall, tilting their heads to look at the strange human below.

Xia He felt that her current posture must look exactly like a toad that was about to take off but was welded to the ground.

She spread her legs apart, bent her knees at an angle that was extremely challenging for her ligaments, and wrapped her arms around the void as if she were holding an invisible, enormous ball.

Sweat dripped down her pink skin, tracing the length of her neck, and finally pooling in the hollow of her collarbone, soaking most of her loose white T-shirt and vaguely outlining the breathtaking contours beneath.

But the other two people in the courtyard were clearly not focused on appreciating this "beauty's wet body picture".

"How's it going, Baby Sister? I've done a good job teaching Xiangxiang lately, haven't I?"

Yan Sen was holding a small plastic toy car that came with a KFC family bucket, fiddling with it on the stone table in the middle of the yard, having a great time.

The smug look on his face was just like a teacher in school showing off their students to another teacher.

"It's alright, Xiangxiang's internal energy is much more stable than before."

Sitting across from him, Feng Baobao glanced at Xia He, who was suffering. Xia He was holding a spicy chicken wing in one hand and gnawing on a piece of original recipe chicken with the other. She nodded and answered vaguely.

"Look then." Yan Sen drifted his sports car to a stop next to the Coke cup, picked up a chicken nugget and stuffed it into his mouth. "If you hadn't been too busy before, I would have asked you to practice with me. If we worked together, I guarantee the effect would be even better than it is now."

"Hmm... Okay, I'll be free from now on." Feng Baobao swallowed the meat in her mouth, picked up the big bucket of cola, took a big gulp, and let out a refreshing carbon dioxide burp.

"The fourth brother said he gave me a few days off so I can come visit you guys and freeload a meal."

"You two...can't you even be human?!"

Not far away, Xia He, who was practicing standing meditation, finally couldn't hold back any longer. Her voice trembled slightly, a physiological reaction caused by extreme fatigue in her thigh muscles.

"Can you please stop talking about how to 'train' me right next to me as if nothing's wrong? It's outrageous!" Xia He gritted her teeth, feeling like her legs were about to go numb.

She has maintained this posture, known as "Hun Yuan Zhuang," for a full three hours.

During those three hours, Yan Sen strictly forbade her from using her innate Qi to relieve muscle soreness, only allowing her to use a small amount of Qi to protect her joints.

According to Yan Sen, this is called "squeezing the body's potential to its limits, thereby allowing the spirit and will to take over."

But Xia He always felt that this guy was just getting revenge for calling her a "beast" before.

"Tsk, focus."

Without turning his head, Yan Sen's toy sports car flew out with a "whoosh," accurately hitting Xia He's shinbone. The force wasn't great, but the insult was extremely strong.

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian and focus your mind on the Xuan Guan (a point on the back of the head). Your Qi is starting to wander again; are you trying to attract sparrows to swarm around you for mating purposes?"

Xia He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to pin this guy to the ground and rub him against the ground, and readjusted her breathing.

Since I started cultivating with Yan Sen, almost a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this month, although Yan Sen did not carry out the extreme training of "fish swimming in a boiling cauldron" as he had previously mentioned, this slow and gentle process was even more torturous.

The special stance training she is currently practicing requires her to constantly use her mind to suppress the restless muscles in her body. Once she is distracted or her Qi becomes disordered, something will fly over precisely and strike the acupoints where her Qi is disordered. As for what it is, that is uncertain and depends on what Yan Sen is holding at the moment.

Although it was harsh and painful, the results were immediate.

Xia He could clearly feel that the vital energy that was constantly emanating outwards, forcing her to wrap her clothes tightly, was gradually being drawn back into her body.

In addition, their lives were both absurd and harmonious.

The current situation between Yan Sen and her is, how should I put it... a bit delicate.

You might think they're a couple, but they sleep in separate rooms and have barely even held hands.

You could say they're master and apprentice, but they don't seem like that at all.

This feeling is more like that of an "old married couple" living together out of convenience.

When Xia He got tired from practicing martial arts, Yan Sen would take care of cooking.

Even though he complained that "the young master's body is that of a waiter," the food he served was always hot and to his liking. And Xia He naturally took over the household cleaning duties.

Yan Sen was initially quite embarrassed and suggested, "We're not short of money. The property management at Rainbow Garden is quite good. I can hire a cleaning lady to come and clean and cook every day."

Xia He retorted with a single sentence: "I'm not comfortable with strangers loitering around where I sleep. And your clothes are all worn close to the skin; would you feel comfortable letting someone else wash them? Besides, this place..."

She paused for a moment, her eyes flickering slightly, but finally said, "This is where I live now, and I'm going to decorate it the way I like. If you don't like it, you can move out."

Whose house is this?!

Yan Sen was amused and annoyed, but seeing the newly renovated living room and the few extra potted plants on the balcony, he finally shut his mouth and even went out to buy the latest model of robot vacuum cleaner to curry favor.

Neither of them mentioned the "future" or their "identity," and they tacitly became ostriches within this shell called "home."

Xu Si was a shrewd fellow. He probably guessed that the unspoken rules hadn't been revealed yet, and to avoid being too conspicuous as a "third wheel," he simply sent Feng Baobao over.

Officially, it's a vacation, but in reality, it's just to be a "background prop" and add an unexpected boost to the slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

"Alright, Xiangxiang, put it away!"

Yan Sen suddenly put the iced cola in his hand on the table and looked at the sun.

These words were like heavenly music to Xia He at that moment.

Her tense breath instantly relaxed, and she felt as if her bones had been removed. Ignoring whether the ground was dirty or not, she slumped down onto the scorching hot tiles.

"Phew...phew...I'm exhausted..."

Xia He gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently. She felt as if her legs no longer belonged to her; they ached, swelled, and throbbed with a mix of emotions.

Before she could even catch her breath, a warm towel and a glass of water were handed to her.

"Wipe yourself, have some water." Yan Sen squatted down in front of her, his eyes calm.

Xia He took the towel and wiped her face haphazardly before reaching for the water glass.

The moment her fingertips touched the side of the cup, she froze.

Warm?

In this sweltering heat, doesn't this guy usually just throw in iced cola?

Xia He unscrewed the lid, and a faint aroma of brown sugar and ginger wafted out.

"?"

Xia He stared wide-eyed at Yan Sen as if he were an alien. "Brown sugar water? Yan Sen, are you alright? You're giving me this to drink on such a hot day?"

Yan Sen didn't speak, but simply pointed to his eyes.

A faint glimmer of cyan-gold light flashed and disappeared in those originally pitch-black pupils.

"When I was observing your Qi circulation just now, the Qi flow in your abdomen seemed a bit stagnant, and the blood and Qi were obstructed from descending, accompanied by some signs of uterine coldness." Yan Sen's tone was calm, as natural as saying "The weather is nice today." "Judging by the days, it should be within the next couple of days, right? Drink some in advance, so you won't be crying and screaming in pain later, keeping me awake."

The air fell silent for two seconds.

Xia He's hand holding the thermos froze in mid-air, her expression shifting from astonishment to shock, finally settling into a twisted state of wanting to laugh and curse at the same time.

"Yan Sen..."

Xia He took a deep breath, glaring at the straight man through gritted teeth, "Those eyes of yours... are they just for showing this to girls?"

According to Xu Si, this is a unique skill passed down in Yan Sen's family!

They can perform feng shui analysis! Determine the dragon vein! Analyze yin and yang!

He ended up using it to show girls their menstrual cycles?

If his ancestors found out, they'd be turning in their graves!

"The Dharma Eye is still an eye; if it can see the problem clearly, then it's a good eye." Yan Sen didn't feel there was anything wrong with it at all; on the contrary, he looked completely self-righteous. "Besides, the body is the foundation of cultivation. You've been training intensely these past few days, and your qi and blood are already weak. If you're not careful during this special period, you're prone to developing health problems. Hurry up and drink it; stop with the nonsense."

Looking at his smug "I'm doing this for your own good, don't be ungrateful" attitude, Xia He's initial embarrassment and annoyance suddenly dissipated.

This bastard... although he's a smart aleck and can be quite a scoundrel at times, his straight-man-style thoughtfulness at crucial moments is really... deadly.

In this world, there are many people who care about whether she is pretty or not, and how to sleep with her.

But to ask her if her stomach hurts in such an absurd way...

There's only one fool.

"I'm really impressed..." Xia He muttered softly, but couldn't help but smile. "Should I call you a rogue, or should I call you thoughtful and considerate?"

"I'm fine with anything, you can call me Dad, I'm not picky."

"Get lost!!! You scoundrel!!!"

"Hey, I've got a short temper." Yan Sen stood up, patted imaginary dust off his backside, "Fine, fine, I'm a rogue. That rogue's going to work in the kitchen now, we'll have a good meal tonight."

"What do you want to eat?" Feng Baobao, who had been intently gnawing on a bone, finally looked up, her eyes sparkling.

"Hot pot lamb!" Yan Sen pointed to the two huge plastic bags in the corner of the living room. "Brother Xiao sent them over via cold chain. He said the lamb is from northern Shaanxi. Let's try some fresh lamb."

Half an hour later, the open kitchen of the villa was bustling with activity.

The copper pot was something Yan Sen swiped from Xu Si. It was supposedly a handmade purple copper pot from some old brand, known for its fast heat conduction and exceptional quality for hot pot.

The charcoal fire glowed red-hot, and the clear broth contained only scallion segments, ginger slices, a few goji berries, and a few dried shrimp.

"Come on, eat and drink well, eat and drink well." Yan Sen arranged the sliced ​​mutton on a large plate. The meat was reddish in color, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and looked very tempting.

There were also pickled cabbage, frozen tofu, glass noodles, and some insignificant vegetables on the side.

Feng Baobao had been waiting by the pot with her bowl in hand, her chopsticks already poised to strike.

"Here you go, Xiangxiang, this sesame sauce is freshly made. I added fermented bean curd and chive blossoms. Try it and see if it's salty enough." Yan Sen handed a bowl of dipping sauce to Xia He, who was helping to cook the dishes.

Xia He took the bowl, and the steam rising from the pot blurred Yan Sen and Feng Baobao's faces.

Outside the window, the setting sun bathed the entire kitchen in a warm orange-red hue.

"Hmm...just right, not bad taste." She took a bite and said with a smile.

"Of course, it doesn't even depend on who set it." Yan Sen raised an eyebrow smugly, his eyes gleaming with a bluish-gold light as he watched the mutton bubbling in the pot. "We'll be eating in ten seconds, whoever gets it first gets it!"

"Hey!" Feng Baobao reacted quickly, her chopsticks flashing out like lightning.

"Hey! Leave some for me!"

"Yan Sen, don't try to take the baby's! Don't you have hands?"

"Damn it! Xiangxiang, you're taking sides!"

Steaming white mist rose and enveloped the three of them, locking a gentle warmth within this small space.

Xu Si: No? Using my pot, eating hot pot without inviting me? You blockhead, I'm speechless!