The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

The entire mountain collapsed, turning into a vast expanse of white snow, obscuring any trace of its former grandeur.

Everyone was busy poaching people, and Xi Lang was doing the same.

"Zhi Zhi?"

"Chen Zhi?"

no respond.

Xi Lang frowned, his face darkening inch by inch.

Old Zhao: "How could such a huge explosion happen?"

Song Zhaoyuan: "It must have been the flames that ignited the ammunition we left in the cave."

He couldn't think of any other explanation.

Old Zhao wanted to say something, but then he saw Xi Lang close his eyes.

Old Zhao silently inquired: What is he going to do?

Song Zhaoyuan shook his head; he didn't know either.

Xilang is summoning his sword.

A soft buzzing sound reached his ears.

At that location!

Xi Lang suddenly opened his eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a single word, "Return!"

The black Xuan Tie heavy sword shot into the sky from the snow and flew towards Xi Lang. A person was hanging from the sword, and that person was Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi was already unconscious, but one hand was still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.

Xi Lang caught the unconscious Chen Zhi, checked her body, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was alright.

"Relax, huh?" Xi Lang tightened his grip on the heavy sword.

Unconscious and unaware, Chen Zhi still gripped the hilt of the sword.

Xi Lang sighed, channeled his power to sever the connection between Chen Zhi and the heavy sword, and retrieved the heavy sword into his Qiankun sleeve.

Then he took out a white fox fur cloak from his Qiankun sleeve, the very one Chen Zhi had kept, which he had casually put into his Qiankun sleeve yesterday. The white cloak covered Chen Zhi completely, revealing only her delicate face.

Xi Lang held Chen Zhi tightly in his arms until her body temperature rose, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Xi, the fire is lit here. You can bring Miss Chen Zhi to sit here," Song Yuanzhi said.

Xi Lang nodded and carried Chen Zhi over.

People were still digging in the snow to find people, and one by one, people were dug out of the snow.

"Luckily we weren't in the cave at the time," someone sighed.

"When I heard Mr. Xi tell me to run, I ran. But I ran fast, but the snow ran even faster, and I was buried up to half my body."

"Has everyone been dug out?"

"Everyone who's alive is here."

As for those who died, their whereabouts are still unknown.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy.

Everyone gathered around the fire to bandage their wounds and began to cook.

Most of what they brought was buried, including a lot of food. Now they only have a little left, so they each take a bite and drink a bowl of boiling hot water to warm themselves up.

After a short rest, Old Zhao told everyone to go down the mountain first, and that they could deal with the rest later.

"The mountain collapsed, and the dragon vein was buried. What do we do now?"

"What else can we do? We can't just dig the mountain open, can we?"

"If you ask me, things are fine as they are now. The other party can't take it away, and we don't have to guard it, which saves us trouble."

When the others heard this, they also thought it made sense.

The group unanimously decided to leave it alone and just send someone to patrol from time to time.

"That dragon vein has developed sentience, and this explosion might have been its doing. There's no use you guarding this place; it should have escaped." Xi Lang gazed in a certain direction, his eyes slightly cold.

"They escaped?"

Song Zhaoyuan was somewhat surprised, "This thing can run?"

Xi Lang retorted, "Why not?"

Song Zhaoyuan choked. Wasn't it this place's unique natural advantages that gave birth to the dragon vein? The dragon vein and this place aren't one and the same?

When Chen Zhi woke up, it was already dawn. They had returned to Beijing and were back outside the familiar little Western-style house.

Song Zhaoyuan dropped off Xi Lang and Chen Zhi and then hurriedly left. There was still a lot of finishing work waiting for them, and they probably wouldn't have time to come over anytime soon.

"Awake?" Xi Lang asked.

Chen Zhi blinked, recalling the scene before she lost consciousness, "Something lit the explosives while I was fighting with that person."

Xi Lang wasn't surprised at all. "Just as I expected, what you saw should be a dragon vein."

"That thing?" Chen Zhi was extremely surprised. "A semi-transparent thing, it doesn't even have a solid form, it's as slippery as an eel, what can it do?"

Xi Lang remained silent; he didn't know either.

"Put me down." Xi Lang was still holding Chen Zhi. Chen Zhi was afraid of tiring him out. She sniffed and said, "You smell of blood."

"I was slightly injured, but I'm all better now."

Chen Zhi didn't believe it, so she pulled Xi Lang back to the room and made him take off his clothes to check her.

Xi Lang didn't move. "Too ugly, I don't want you to see it."

"You're ugly?" Chen Zhi looked at him in surprise. "You're not ugly, you're the most handsome."

Xi Lang smiled, pleased by her words.

"But you look ugly now, like a skeleton." Xi Lang grabbed his clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Seeing Chen Zhi about to follow, his eyes darkened. "Are you sure you want to come in?"

Chen Zhi nodded, her face serious. "I need to check."

Xi Lang tossed his clothes onto the bed. "Then change in the room."

Chen Zhi glanced at her clothes, then looked at Xi Lang with a leisurely air, which made Xi Lang feel a little embarrassed. He walked towards her step by step, looking down at her and getting closer, forcing her to look up at him.

His dark eyes were like a whirlpool, as if they wanted to suck people in.

Chen Zhi instinctively sensed danger, but it was too late.

Xi Lang put one arm around her waist and the other hand on her head. He lowered his head, and the warm, soft touch made Chen Zhi stiffen. It was Xi Lang's lips.

This feels really strange.

"Sweetie, open your mouth!"

Chen Zhi stared blankly, seemingly not having heard what Xi Lang said, and subconsciously asked, "What?"

Xi Lang seized the opportunity, took advantage of the situation, and began to conquer and seize territory.

.......

Half an hour later, Chen Zhi lay on the bed with swollen, red lips, looking dazed.

Xi Lang chuckled softly, picked up the clothes from the bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

She was stunned by just a kiss; if they went all the way, wouldn't she be completely overwhelmed?

Xi Lang shook his head. It seemed that he was still too young and didn't understand anything.

That makes him seem like a beast.

Xi Lang changed his clothes and came out, but Chen Zhi was no longer on the bed.

Aunt Liu went home, leaving only Xi Lang and Chen Zhi at home. Chen Zhi was steaming rice, and the goose was still kept in the backyard.

"Would you like to eat goose?" Xi Lang asked.

Chen Zhi shook her head, "Too much trouble, I want something simpler today."

Xi Lang thought for a moment, "I'll cook you some sauerkraut and fish soup. It's simple and appetizing."

Chen Zhi's eyes lit up. She loved eating this, especially the fish cooked by Xi Lang, which tasted particularly good. She had tried cooking it herself several times that year, but she always felt that something was missing.

Xi Lang looked away from her lips and took out a grass carp from his Qiankun sleeve.

Chen Zhi: "Next time I'll take you to that valley to catch fish, there are so many fish there."

"You want me to be a porter?" He saw through Chen Zhi's little scheme at a glance.

Chen Zhi: "Your Qiankun Sleeves are very useful."

Xi Lang paused in his work of preparing the fish. "Since you like it so much, I'll teach you how to create a hidden space within your sleeve, how about it?"

"Can I do it too?" She had the strength to fight, but she lacked confidence in the mysterious and profound Taoist arts.

"Give it a try." Xi Lang didn't make any definitive statements, after all, even Master Yang and his ilk hadn't mastered the "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve" technique, which showed how difficult this was.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." She genuinely liked it.

"Next, you and I will learn to read, learn Taoist magic, talismans, and formations."

"Do we really need to learn so much?"

"Of course. Want to give up?"

"...I'm just worried that I won't be able to learn it."

"I see you have great potential."

"But I am illiterate."

"So we'll start by learning to read."

Chen Zhi has already learned to recognize quite a few characters and has a general understanding of their meanings. She can read a book by herself and can understand the contents of the whole book by guessing and piecing together the information.

But when she got her hands on the Taoist books, she was still completely bewildered.

"I don't understand," she said dejectedly.

"It's okay. You read it with me a few times first, and I'll explain it to you. Then she can read it repeatedly until she can memorize it." Xi Lang didn't want to force her. She could be ignorant and not learn anything. He would support her and give her a comfortable life.

But that's not what she wanted.

Chen Zhi longed to learn and read. On the one hand, she wanted to get rid of her illiteracy, but on the other hand, she was timid, lacked confidence, and was unwilling to take that step.

This made him feel sorry for Chen Zhi.

Since that's the case, why don't he push her a little?

With this in mind, Xi Lang made up his mind: "Memorize one book every two days, and one hundred books before the New Year."

"What?!" Chen Zhi's eyes widened. "How is this possible?!"

"You can do it. These books are all thin and not hard to memorize," Xi Lang said casually.

Chen Zhi: "....."

She thought Xi Lang had gone mad.

Although Chen Zhi thought Xi Lang's ideas were unrealistic, she never refused when he asked her to study and studied very diligently. Xi Lang needed to recuperate and didn't go out unless necessary, so Chen Zhi stayed home with him.

Chen Zhi originally thought that memorizing books would be difficult. She thought that even if she had ten days, she wouldn't be able to memorize a book, let alone two days.

But when she actually started studying it seriously, Chen Zhi found it wasn't that difficult.

She memorized a book that was only one centimeter thick in just two days, a speed that she found incredible.

Xi Lang chuckled, "Your memory has always been excellent, haven't you noticed?"

Chen Zhi shook her head, "I didn't do well in school."

"You were probably preoccupied with how to fill your stomach back then." Thinking of the thin and frail Chen Zhi, suffering from hunger and cold, Xi Lang's heart ached. He wished he had met her sooner.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

After a month of recuperation, Xi Lang finally gained some weight and was no longer as thin as before. His skin also became fair and radiant. Although he was still thin, at least he looked like a human being.

Now, every morning he practices swordsmanship in the courtyard for an hour. He practices with a peach wood sword, and Chen Zhi follows behind him with the heavy black iron sword.

Chen Zhi tried to imitate the gourd, but failed to grasp the essence. Xi Lang didn't correct her and let her figure it out slowly.

One day, Chen Zhi was practicing her swordsmanship when her sword accidentally cleaved a flowerpot in the yard. She was stunned for a moment, "My sword clearly didn't touch that flowerpot."

Xi Lang curled his lips into a slight smile, "Your talent is not bad. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you how to use a sword."