Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

But in the end, the only thing that succeeded was that pair of matching Houm balloons.

The ice cream was indeed given out, but the extreme ideal of spending the ice cream to have the other person help wipe each other's mouths still fell through.

The two avoided all the unexpected intimate events that required clumsy coincidences to happen.

It's a real shame that the tandem bungee jump, which was the most likely to succeed in the project, didn't actually see Su Qing'an and Fu Hua.

After all, this kind of activity that requires physical contact is almost unique in amusement parks.

Aside from the roller coaster at the beginning, the two of them played very childish and leisurely rides afterwards.

The leisurely activities, such as the spinning teacups, carousel, sightseeing bus, fantasy aquarium, and Houmu battle royale, make one wonder if they are actually just strolling through the park in their neighborhood.

The team also had the task of recording every interaction between the two, which made the editor very frustrated because most of the time there was almost no ambiguous behavior between them.

Su Qing'an glanced at the golden light reflected in the girl's eyes and said with a smile:

"The headmaster texted me earlier saying that it would be a shame not to come here."

Fu Hua thought for a moment after hearing this, and replied:

"Principal Theresa seems to know this place quite well?"

Su Qing'an thought for a moment about the comic book covers that the headmaster hadn't had time to hide before, and said:

"She really likes the Houmu comics, which is why she asked us to bring local specialties."

"This is also the largest Houmu-themed amusement park in the entire country. It would be strange if the headmaster didn't want to come, right?"

"She probably learned a lot about it online beforehand, but due to her work at the academy, she didn't have many opportunities to come."

"You brought us here this time so that she could have some fun, right?"

The girl looked at the Houmu pattern on the ground that changed every few seconds and laughed:

"If there's a chance, it would be better to let her come and see for herself."

"Some things, if you don't see them with your own eyes, you'll always feel like you're missing out on a lot of the experience and fun."

She slightly parted her lips, creating a beautiful curve.

Fu Hua said with a smile:

"This is the first time in a long time that I've been to a place like this in China."

How are you feeling?

She turned her head and looked at the bright light in the boy's eyes, and unconsciously touched the wooden plaque in her pocket.

【Platycodon grandiflorus】

What does this mean? Fu Hua, who should not care about these things, pondered something boundless for a moment when she saw his face.

But her thoughts were immediately cut off.

The girl responded softly:

"Not bad."

"In fact, it's very good."

139. Chen Junxuan: When are you getting married?

early morning.

In a remote village in a city in China, an elderly man has been practicing tai chi for ten years without fail.

In just ten minutes, the things displayed in that punch were enough to make people feel the changes and flow of all kinds of martial arts.

His masterful, unrestrained fist technique is enough to make most martial artists in the world sigh in admiration. It is a unique charm that can only be created by the accumulation of extensive knowledge and years of experience.

Even though Su Qing'an's martial arts skills are now on par with the old man's, there are still some aspects from which he needs to learn.

His 1.9-meter-tall frame remains remarkably strong and upright even as he approaches his 100th birthday. Aside from some natural talent as a mortal, this is largely due to his systematic health regimen and meticulous training in martial arts.

Sunlight shone on the old man's snow-white hair, each strand appearing translucent in the light. These white hairs did not make him look older; instead, they added a touch of personal charm.

Chen Junxuan's age actually doesn't match his appearance. He looks to be only in his early fifties. If it weren't for his naturally white hair, it would be hard for others to believe his real age.

Moreover, although he has practiced martial arts for decades, in terms of temperament he is more like a refined scholar than a martial artist.

Even though this word might seem a bit incongruous when applied to a man who is 1.9 meters tall, the leisurely and carefree scholarly air, after the loose Zhongshan suit conceals the layers of refined muscles on his body, makes Chen Junxuan look even more like a tall schoolteacher.

The old man was accustomed to deliberately concealing his martial arts skills and boxing intent in front of outsiders who were not part of his circle, keeping them silent and unseen.

For Chen Junxuan, martial arts were no longer a tool for showing off. The meaning of his life had diminished with the passage of time.

He now lives in the ancestral home left by his former wife's family, but all of their relatives have passed away, leaving him to live alone.

Despite the passage of time, little has changed here.

The reason given was that Chen Junxuan did this in order to preserve every memory of his wife.

Every blade of grass and every tree here has been completely preserved by the old man using special methods.

The outside world has changed rapidly over the past few decades, but this place seems to have been frozen in time, remaining in the misty, ink-wash-scented ancient town of decades ago.

He would occasionally work as a teacher at the school next door. The neighbors were unaware that this seemingly ordinary old man possessed a power more ferocious and savage than a tiger.

Even though Chen Junxuan never displayed any superhuman strength, the impression of this old man was still exceptionally deep among outsiders.

Even when he tried to conceal it, Chen Junxuan's occasional swaggering posture and tall, straight back still drew considerable attention.

According to his daily routine, he would normally go out for morning tea at this time.

The teahouses nearby served very lavish breakfasts, but living alone meant he rarely made his own breakfast.

But for some reason today, after finishing his boxing practice, the old man went into the kitchen, carefully washed his hands, and then started kneading the dough that had been prepared in advance on the wooden board.

With each stretch and pull, the force of both strength and gentleness flows and smoothly penetrates into the dough.

This method makes the noodles extremely chewy and elastic, and combined with the old man's decades of experience, his skill level is in no way inferior to that of an old chef in a teahouse.

Chen Junxuan was cooking using martial arts techniques, a practice rarely seen in the elderly man since his wife's death.

But now, on an ordinary morning in this unremarkable ancient town in the south.

The old man kneaded the dough peacefully, his brows softening considerably, as if he were doing something that brought him pleasure.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the wooden planks. His rough hands danced nimbly among the dough, casting rapidly shifting, chaotic shadows.

The bluestone floor is full of traces of time. Long, long ago, Chen Junxuan and his wife used to cook together in this kitchen.

Back then, his skill level was very low; his martial arts and cooking skills were far inferior to what he has now after years of honing his craft.

The old man breathed in the fresh air; the kitchen smelled old and not as vibrant as it had been that day, but his wife seemed to still be beside him.

She would occasionally give serious guidance on his cooking skills; she would also offer earnest critiques after he finished cooking; but more often than not, the girl would secretly come over and smear her face with flour, then smile triumphantly, her smug look being particularly adorable.

The touch of the girl's fingertips lingering on her skin, the image of her smiling face, and the soft creak of the wooden ladle gently swaying in the water vat all become occasional glimpses in her memories.

Chen Junxuan has fewer and fewer reasons to live in this world.

But the guests who were coming today turned out to be a rare and delightful surprise for him in his later years.

Su Qing'an.

This old man entrusted his life's martial arts essence and most precious treasures to his student.

Even though the letter described the "Ding Feng Bo" calligraphy piece as a gift to Su Qing'an with great carefree spirit, the old man couldn't help but feel a little reluctant when handing it over to the young man.

This is human nature and is unavoidable.

After all, if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have let that sword remain sealed away for decades.

For Chen Junxuan, Su Qing'an held a very important place in his heart.

Perhaps, after being alone for a long time.

The boy's existence unexpectedly made the old man feel that he had left a little more trace of himself in this world.

The old man had no worries in his life, and even though he did not feel overwhelmed by the sudden addition of ties and connections, he felt a completely different state of mind from his solitary years.

Teacher, I'm going back to China. If all goes well, I should come to see you.

This is an email that Su Qing'an sent to Chen Junxuan a few days ago.

The old man's reply was just a few simple words.

During their time at St. Freya Academy, their contact continued intermittently, but the chat logs resembled those between an elder and a junior rather than a teacher and student.

During this time, the old man could keenly sense the changes in Su Qing'an. The initial confusion in the young man gradually faded away, as if he had found some answers and was clearing away the fog in front of him, overcoming all obstacles.

This is good.

At first, Su Qing'an was like a traveler entering a forest for the first time. He felt lost and uneasy about the darkness ahead, at a loss about the situation before him, and sad and lonely about the new world.

But now he has gradually washed away those emotions and embarked on his own path.

The boy's future is destined to be brilliant.

How could this not bring Chen Junxuan a sense of relief and comfort?

However, the reality may not be as smooth as the old man imagined.

Su Qing'an's efforts to suppress it prevented Chen Junxuan, who was in Shenzhou, from noticing anything unusual other than this.

He was unaware that in just a few short months, Su Qing'an's life had undergone a complete transformation.

When the incident happened in Changkong City, the old man anxiously sent many emails to the boy.

His concerns were naturally justified. Fate had blocked information, and all the old man in this remote southern town knew was that a large-scale, highly contagious virus had appeared there.

Some viruses don't care how strong your body is; once you get infected, your life is in danger.

Moreover, the boy's strength lies only in martial arts skills, not physical attributes.

Under such circumstances, how could he not feel worried?

Due to the time difference in information, the old man received a reply from the boy confirming his safety just a few hours after the letter had gone unanswered.

I'm fine, please don't worry. But my older sister is concerned about my living conditions, so she recommended me to study at the university where she now teaches. My sister is quite strict, so I probably don't have as much freedom as before.

But I will come to visit you when I have time.

Chen Junxuan didn't have many thoughts about Su Qing'an having less free time; in fact, he quite approved of the boy going to school.