One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Insufficient Qi?

What kind of insane fashion requirements are these?!

Lu Lin gave a wry smile and advised helplessly:

"Real person, with your aura, even if you just casually put on a white T-shirt, those foreigners would have to obediently bow their heads."

"A person's temperament is something that radiates from within; clothes are just an embellishment."

"You don't know anything!"

Zhang Tianyi retorted without hesitation.

“Strong hardware is one thing, but the software packaging also needs to keep up!”

"A good outfit can save me fifty percent of the time I would spend spouting threats, understand?"

"I'm looking for that kind of...something that looks casual, but is ridiculously expensive upon closer inspection. It's the kind of thing that makes you walk with a breezy air, but when you stop, it's like a deep, still mountain."

Zhang Tianyi became more and more excited as she spoke, gesturing wildly as she described the perfect scene in her mind.

The Lu siblings exchanged a glance, both seeing despair in each other's eyes.

Just then, Chen Duo, who had been sitting quietly on the carpet next to her building Lego, suddenly looked up.

She glanced at a piece of clothing on the hanger, then looked at Zhang Tianyi.

"Master."

Chen Duo pointed to a dust bag in the corner.

"How about we try that one?"

Zhang Tianyi was taken aback and looked in the direction Chen Duo was pointing.

It was a black cloth bag containing a very rare design.

He walked over and unzipped the jacket, his eyes lighting up instantly.

"Hey? This one's interesting..."

Chapter 228 Zhang Lingyu Forced into Marriage

I always wake up exceptionally early in the mornings at Longhu Mountain.

Before the mountain mist had completely melted away in the sun, a series of commands rang out in the front yard of Zhengyi Temple.

"One! Two! Three! Four!"

"Lift your legs! Haven't you eaten?! With your limp posture, is this what you call practicing martial arts?!"

In the open space in the front yard.

Dozens of young Taoist priests dressed in training clothes were lined up in a neat square formation, sweating profusely as they practiced their morning exercises in horse stance.

At the very front of the line, leading the exercises, was Tian Jinzhong, who had just returned to the mountain from Beijing a few months ago!

At this moment, Old Tian no longer had any of the gloomy look he once had when he was sitting in a wheelchair.

He was dressed in a neat gray outfit, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

His hands and feet were so nimble it was unbelievable.

He shouted commands in a booming voice while demonstrating the actions at the front of the line.

High kicks, somersaults, and even backflips from time to time!

The entire set of movements was so fluid and seamless, he didn't even break a sweat!

"Oh my god, Uncle Tian, ​​slow down! Slow down!"

The burly Rong Shan, clutching a dry towel, followed closely behind Tian Jinzhong like a worried old woman.

"The gaps in your bones haven't fully closed yet, so be careful not to strain your back!"

"Go away! You don't know anything!"

Tian Jinzhong shoved away the towel Rong Shan offered him, glaring at him and cursing:

"My second senior brother said that I have to make this new part! The more I make it, the stronger it will be! I've been paralyzed for so many years, my bones are almost rusted, now I have to make up for all the exercise I missed before, right?"

As he spoke, Tian Jinzhong turned his head and glared at the disciples below:

"Straighten your backs, everyone! Do another hundred squats! Anyone who dares to slack off will have half of their breakfast vegetables taken away!"

The young Taoist priests below were in agony, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

Disciple Ye Cun, with a mournful face, whispered to the person next to him:

"Master Tian's energy has been incredible ever since he came back from Beijing! He drags us out of bed before dawn every day to practice his skills. Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to do that to us!"

"Be content," said the disciple beside him, wiping away sweat.

"It's a great joy that Master Tian can stand up again. We may be tired, but look at Master Rongshan, he's always smiling like a flower behind us, his mouth is never closed."

Indeed, although Rongshan was trying to persuade him, the smile on his honest face was even brighter than the morning sun.

Watching his martial uncle frolicking around in the courtyard, scolding people, he felt that life was simply wonderful.

"Clang~ Clang~ Clang~"

Three melodious chimes came from the direction of the kitchen.

This is the signal for "having breakfast" at Longhu Mountain.

"Hu~~"

The young Taoist priests, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, collectively breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

"Alright, that's enough for today's morning lessons. Wash your face and go to the dining hall for breakfast!"

Tian Jinzhong clapped his hands and led everyone toward the dining hall with great enthusiasm.

……

The dining hall at Longhu Mountain is very large, with several long wooden tables that are spotless.

At this moment, several elderly Taoist priests with full heads of silver hair were already sitting upright in their seats.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei sat in the middle, holding an empty bowl in his hand, chatting with his fellow disciples with a smile.

The side door of the dining hall was pushed open.

The enticing aroma of rice and scallion oil instantly filled the entire house.

Xia He, dressed in a blue Taoist robe and carrying a large wooden bucket, walked in with light steps.

She had a plain-colored headscarf wrapped around her head, and even a faded apron tied around her body.

She was dressed exactly like a country girl or a kitchen maid.

But ironically, her face, without any makeup, exuded a natural beauty.

Who would have thought that this enchantress, who struck fear into the hearts of the supernatural world, was actually...

Since being detained at Longhu Mountain.

He even voluntarily changed into the simplest Taoist robe.

They get up before dawn every day, rushing to sweep the yard, fetch water, and even take over the cooking utensils in the kitchen of the Celestial Master's Mansion!

"Here it comes! My fellow disciples and mentors, the eight-treasure preserved egg congee is freshly cooked, cooked to perfection, and I've also added some wild mushrooms from the mountains to enhance the flavor."

Xia He, holding a large wooden spoon, walked smilingly to the elders' table.

The voice was clear, sweet, and crisp, exuding a virtuous and capable air.

"Oh dear, Xia girl, you've worked so hard. Put it down quickly, don't burn your hands."

Master Zhao, who was in charge of the precepts, was usually the most rigid in temperament, but at this moment he was smiling so much that his eyes were almost slits, and he quickly handed over the bowl in front of him.

"It's no trouble at all, Uncle Zhao. You mentioned yesterday that you had a bit of a cough, so I specially added some lily bulbs to the porridge today to help with lung health. Please have a couple more bowls."

Xia He deftly ladled out the porridge while asking him with genuine concern.

These words were spoken.

Master Zhao was so moved that his beard stood on end, and he nodded repeatedly:

"Good, good, good! Xia is so thoughtful! She's a hundred times better than those burly rascals on the mountain!"

"Uncle Li, please try this dish of pickled radishes. I made it a few days ago and added some chili powder. It's crisp, refreshing, and appetizing."

Xia He then brought out a small dish of golden-yellow cold dishes and placed it in front of another old Taoist priest.

"Wow! This girl's cooking is absolutely amazing! She's way better than the head chef in our mountain village!"

Master Li took a bite and praised it highly.

In less than ten minutes.

Xia He held the spoon and walked around in front of the senior members.

They addressed him as "Master Uncle" and "Master Advisor" with such sweetness.

These old fogies have been bachelors in the mountains their whole lives, and they don't even have anyone to care about them.

I've never seen anything like this before.

Over the course of time, their hearts had long been completely won over by that bowl of hot porridge and those few comforting words.

Now, in their eyes, Xia He is not some kind of enchantress of the Quanxing Sect at all; she is simply a fairy who flew down from the Celestial Master's Mansion! She is the perfect virtuous wife and loving mother!

And at a table not far away.

Zhang Lingyu was holding a bowl, his back stiff, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

He hadn't touched the porridge in front of him. His handsome, otherworldly face was tense, and his eyes kept glancing at Xia He, his expression full of complexity.

He's practically going crazy!

This woman acted like an innocent little rabbit in front of her elders, so virtuous and kind that no one could find fault with her.

But in private!

Whenever no one is around, she reveals her true colors, often whispering suggestive and inappropriate things into his ear that make him blush!