After sharing a body with her husband

[Last night I resorted to violence, so I had to say that I had learned some self-defense martial arts, as well as the binding method of that villain's Immortal-Binding Rope, which Xie Yan'an taught you.]

Huo Chuan had overlooked these points and hadn't told Shang Lingjun, so he quickly reminded her now.

Shang Lingjun then understood, but she shook her head and replied:

"No, it was Xiao Jing who taught me two self-defense moves."

If you say that your adoptive parents taught you, you'll definitely be exposed when they ask you later. It's better to say that Xiao Jing taught you. The Xie family is so annoyed with Xiao Jing, who would ask him?

Old Madam Wei gave a faint "hmm".

"However, how did Yan-ge'er teach you how to use the Immortal Binding Rope? How did you and Yan-ge'er meet at the Spring Festival banquet, and what did you talk about?"

Old Madam Wei raised her eyes, and although it was a casual glance, it made Shang Lingjun's scalp tighten and her heart beat faster.

How should I put it?

She should have known better than to come and have breakfast with the old lady. She had never been to any Spring Appreciation Banquet before, so how would she know what would happen there, or how she would have met Xie Yan'an?

"Let me do it," Huo Chuan said.

These three words sounded like heavenly music to Shang Lingjun's ears, and she handed over control of her body to Huo Chuan without hesitation.

What a relief!

Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) lowered his eyes and blinked, his emotions shifting instantly.

When he looked up again, Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) appeared much more composed.

"It happened at Qingxi Grassland on the outskirts of Beijing. I accidentally blocked the path of someone else's horse race. That person was very hostile towards me. It was Seventh Master who saved me."

I noticed a unique leather belt buckle hanging from his waist, with a distinctive knot, and he taught me how to tie the Immortal-Binding Rope.

When Shang Lingjun recounted her past encounter with Xie Yan'an, Qingzhi's eyes flickered, but quickly returned to normal.

Old Madam Wei recalled,

"Yes, there's a little lucky bag hanging from the end of that knot. He made it himself when he was four years old. It was the first time he'd ever made one, and he was so happy about it that he'd kept it ever since. Inside that lucky bag..."

There was also a small gold bean in the lucky bag, a gift from his deceased maternal grandfather.

Old Madam Wei's lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything more. Her gaze fell on Shang Lingjun, and the inexplicable doubts in her heart completely disappeared.

Seeing Old Madam Wei's expression, Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions in them.

[That's strange. How do you know about Qingxi Grassland, and also know that Xie Yan'an wears a leather belt buckle?]

Shang Lingjun's voice suddenly rang out, and she became suspicious, and that suspicion quickly grew!

Even she herself didn't know how to deal with Old Madam Wei's tricky questions, so how could Huo Chuan, an "old man" who died decades ago, handle them so easily?

His fabricated story was flawless and perfectly matched Xie Yan'an's characteristics, making Old Madam Wei completely believe it!

If it's a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence. Moreover, Huo Chuan spoke with great confidence, as if he was certain that Old Madam Wei would believe him, without any sense of guilt about lying.

Who exactly are you?

"I can't help but ask," Shang Lingjun blurted out.

【I'm Huo Chuan, what else?】

Huo Chuan spoke casually, then explained:

The Qingxi Grassland on the outskirts of Shengjing is the most popular place to hold a spring banquet. Xie Yan'an loves horseback riding, and there is only a racetrack there, so I guess he will go.

That leather belt hangs on the wall of his study; riders always wear it. The knot on it is the Immortal-Binding Rope. I thought it was ingenious, so I secretly copied it. You just didn't see it.

Shang Lingjun pondered for a moment, then said, "I see."

She put aside her doubts.

Qingxi Grassland is indeed famous and has a long history. It was owned by a late princess and was often lent to officials and nobles in the capital for banquets.

Almost every prominent figure in the capital had attended the banquet there, and Shang Lingjun had been there twice as well.

The east wing of Lingfeng Courtyard was Xie Yan'an's study. Shang Lingjun had been there several times. Inside, besides some books and paintings, there were also swords, spears, arrows, and other such items. There seemed to be some objects hanging on the walls.

However, Shang Lingjun did not look closely.

Huo Chuan's observation skills were so meticulous that he not only remembered the leather belt hanging on the wall, but also the unique way it was tied.

With such keen insight, and knowing about Qingxi Grassland, he must have been there to know.

His identity during his lifetime must have been extraordinary.

It seems that when she has time, she will definitely go out and inquire to see which wealthy family in the capital has the surname Huo, and whose ancestor was a seventeen-year-old boy who died young.

If he were still alive, he would probably be about the same age as Old Madam Wei.

Old Madam Wei suddenly came to her senses, and her gaze towards Shang Lingjun softened with warmth. She picked up a cotton handkerchief to wipe her mouth and said slowly:

"Ati, you and Yan Ge'er are destined to meet. Today we are going to see the Holy Monk Hui'en. Will you come with me?"

I used to think that Shang Lingjun's words about admiring Yan Ge'er were just a ploy to arrange a marriage, but now it seems she wasn't lying, and what Yan Ge'er taught her couldn't be false.

Old Madam Wei knew her own son well; he never easily associated with women, let alone taught strange women anything.

There must be some attraction between them.

What Yan-ge'er likes is what she likes; of course, she should cherish her own daughter-in-law.

"it is good."

Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) responded, and at the same time said to Shang Lingjun in his heart:

【I'll go see him and see if that holy monk has any discernment, what do you say?】

Shang Lingjun considered it for a moment, then said, "Hmm... okay, then try to imitate me well, and pay attention to my image."

Shang Lingjun suddenly found this perspective quite novel, observing herself and the interactions of others from an outsider's point of view.

Last time, when Huo Chuan used her body at the Xie family's house, she was asleep and unaware of it. Last night, she was also drugged and unaware of it. This is the first time she has been awake and watching Huo Chuan use her body to speak and do things.

How so?

It's quite amazing.

……

The courtyard where the Venerable Monk Huien lived was very secluded. After winding through the mountain path and passing through a bamboo forest, one finally arrived at a simple courtyard.

The plaque above the courtyard gate was blank; there was only a wooden board hanging there, but no words were written on it, which was very strange.

In the courtyard, a thin old monk was sweeping fallen leaves with a bamboo broom. He was wearing a faded gray monk's robe with a patch on the cuff.

What's most eye-catching are his two long white eyebrows, which resemble the Antarctic Immortal, adding a touch of Zen to his appearance.

The monk leading the way bowed in greeting.

"Holy monk, distinguished guests have arrived."

So that was the Venerable Monk Hui'en.

Old Madam Wei clasped her hands in a gesture of respect and said in a humble tone:

"Holy Monk, I apologize for my intrusion in coming today and disturbing your peace."

Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) also joined Old Madam Wei in paying their respects to the Holy Monk Hui'en.

"I have long admired the profound Zen teachings of the holy monk, and it is truly an honor for me to come here."

The Venerable Monk Hui'en stood leaning on his broom, his voice as calm as a well.

"You two are too kind. The Buddhist temple is a place open to all, so how can you say we are disturbing you? Please have a seat in the courtyard."

The monk who had led the way bowed again and quietly withdrew.

There is a stone table in the courtyard, surrounded by four stone benches.

Just as Old Madam Wei sat down, the door creaked open.

"Since the Holy Monk has distinguished guests, this humble Taoist will not trouble you any further. Thank you for your help, farewell!"

A Taoist priest stepped out, and that person was none other than Grand Master Meng Shu!