Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

"Qingqing Umbrella, I like this name."

Yan Yuqing hugs the umbrella sideways, with peach blossoms blooming in her eyes, and the feeling of spring is deep.

She didn't comment on the other sentence, presumably because she didn't agree with it.

"Return the paper umbrella to you." Jiang Ran walked into the bedroom and took the backpack from the bedside.

Huo Ying wanted to change his place last night, but he was too lazy to bother.

The bead curtains under the eaves had become leaky, and there was not much stagnant water in the courtyard. The trickling water had already flowed cleanly along the drainage channels.

Jiang Ran turned around, and the vivid orange cat pattern on his backpack was a bit dazzling.

His footsteps landed in the courtyard, and in the blink of an eye he crossed the door and disappeared.

Yan Yuqing immediately realized that the purpose of coming to Yan's house was to treat her father's illness.

She had both expectations and worries in her heart.

Grandpa Huo has been at the peak of Anjin for a long time. He can stab a rock with a dog's tail grass. His martial arts skills are jaw-dropping.

Even so, there was nothing he could do about Yan Chuan's stubborn illness.

She had been searching for famous doctors for many years, always wandering between hope and disappointment. Little did she know that Yan Chuan had already become disheartened.

Yan Yuqing refused to give up.

In the past 26 years, she has not fought, grabbed, or forced, and she has an indifferent attitude towards everything.

Only when it came to Yan Chuan's illness, she wanted to force something for the first time, and for the first time she understood what it meant to ask for something but not get it.

I have been ferrying on the Yanshui River for several years, but I can't find a glaze fish. I can climb Tianshan Mountain to pick snow lotus with two stems, and I can't go to Hengbai to ask for a thousand-year-old wild ginseng.

She still refused to give up.

The Blue Star is so vast that even a mortal may not be able to visit every inch of it in his lifetime.

Maybe somewhere, you can meet an expert hermit who can cure Yan Chuan.

Most of the things Jiang Ran did after coming to Yan's house for just one night were beyond Yan Yuqing's expectations.

The mess in the main hall of Yunshuiting was one of them, but it didn't have a great impact on her mood.

Taking the "Qing Qing Umbrella" without asking is the second one. Let's not worry about it for the sake of the other party's ability to complete the umbrella name and umbrella language.

Going to treat Yan Chuan, would it be the third one?

Her enchanting eyes had not yet shown any obvious interest, and her high-heeled shoes had already drawn an arc in mid-air. As the corners of her skirt flew up, she passed over the brand-new green pines in the courtyard, like a flying swallow leaping out of the Aconitum Gate.

"Jiang Ran, are you going to treat my father?"

The silver bell trembled, the jade sound was gentle, and a flash of red caught up with Jiang Ran's pace.

"Not bad." Jiang Ran never looked back.

It was early in the morning when he took away the love umbrella, and it was after he met Yan Weiguo in Jin Guiyuan that he carved the words.

The first reason for returning to Yunshuiting was to put the umbrella back, and the second reason was to get my backpack.

Previously, I was aroused by an umbrella, recalling the scene around me when my old friend fell into my arms. I was so distracted that I temporarily left the package in the bedroom.

The time he agreed with Yan Weiguo was after Yan Chuan fell asleep.

One is that a sleeping person will not react much to subtle movements from the outside world, and the other is that the person is too lazy to deal with the emotional fluctuations that the other person may have during the treatment.

As for meeting Yan Yuqing when she returned to Yunshuiting, it was purely accidental.

Dressed in a red dress, she deserves the title of the most beautiful in Yanshan, but so what?

The road to immortality is long, and everything will eventually turn into dust after a hundred years.

Just because he said a few more words to her because of the Qingqing Umbrella, it didn't mean that Jiang Ran's attitude would be much different.

"How are you going to treat it?"

Yan Yuqing herself had such an indifferent temperament, so Jiang Ran's indifference seemed extremely normal to her.

She also treats others with the same attitude.

Whether Jiang Ran treats him indifferently or enthusiastically, that is the attitude of the other party, and this is an insignificant matter.

"Prescriptions and acupuncture, internal treatment and external treatment, there must be a regulation, right?"

Yan Yuqing hugged her paper umbrella and walked alongside him. Even though she still had doubts about Jiang Ran, she had no intention of stepping forward to block the way.

No matter what, he is always a guest invited by Yan Chuan to Yan's house.

You can make suggestions or explain your ideas, but you can't forcefully stop the other party.

It is both understanding and cultivation.

"Prescriptions and acupuncture?" Jiang Ran didn't mind if she walked with him, "I don't even understand."

Yan Yuqing was speechless, and after walking a few more steps, she said seriously: "I don't know the root cause of my father's illness. You are his invited guest, and I can't stop him."

"Even if you are just going through the motions, as long as you don't make his situation worse, I will accept your intention to come from afar."

Once she became serious, her brows and eyes were full of affection, and her charming charm made the world eclipse her in an instant.

The ground is covered with white snow for three feet. When you look up, thousands of mountains are the same color. Thousands of miles away are silvery white. Only a red flower blooms in front of your eyes.

This is the only adjective that can reflect Yan Yuqing's amorous feelings when her eyes are filled with caution.

"If you maintain your secret cultivation and feel that you have no scruples and cause some irreversible harm to my father, then I will definitely not forgive you."

"Although the Qingqing Umbrella is important, it is only an external possession. You opened the umbrella and engraved the words on it. For the sake of completing the name of the umbrella, I don't have to worry about it."

Yan Yuqing spoke every word, her voice deceiving Shuang Aoxue.

The coolness between heaven and earth was ten percent, the autumn rain accounted for one third, and the remaining seventy percent belonged to her alone.

"But if it hurts my father, I will never forgive you."

This sounds strange, but she is Yan Yuqing, so it makes people feel that if she is not forgiven, she seems to have deviated from the world.

"Are you listening?"

Yan Yuqing didn't think that in the silent courtyard after a burst of autumn rain, the young man next to her would not be able to hear her voice.

Jiang Ran's steps, breathing, and everything she could sense remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

There was a feeling that the people around her were immersed in the act of walking. With pure emotion, she asked this question.

Jiang Ran paused slightly, and when he stood still, Yan Yuqing subconsciously took two steps forward, and immediately stopped after reacting.

She turned around, her red dress was like fire, burning the golden osmanthus in the garden and losing its color.

He took a step forward and lowered his eyes to look into the other person's eyes. A tear stain was like the most exquisite ink. The location and size of the spot were all telling the miracle of Nuwa's creation of human beings.

Jiang Ran just stared at her for a long time.

Yan Yuqing never gave in.

She just stood up to those eyes that were as deep as the ocean, as cold as a thousand swords, and as bright as the sun, and stared at him stubbornly.

Yan Chuan is her father, and everything she thinks and says is true to her heart and will never change.

Jiang Ran did not use Qi to exert pressure, but she was still the first person on the Blue Star who showed no intention of giving in under his gaze.

"What if I make Yan Chuan's condition worse, and what you say about not being forgiving turns out to be true?"

When asked about this sentence, he never took away his gaze.

"I... haven't thought about it yet." Yan Yuqing was a bit like a child, shaking her head after hesitating for a while.

She really doesn't know how to treat someone she doesn't like.

In her mind, there is only care and indifference, no disgust or resentment, it is so pure.

Jiang Ran looked away and continued walking forward, leaving only one indifferent sentence lingering in Yan Yuqing's ears.

"Your dad has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. Don't think of him as a fool."

"Since he can choose to believe me, so can you."