Chapter 27 Li Pingyun (1/2)

Dawn on the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth month of the year 1227 in the Ziyun Era.

Zhou Donghuang and Lin Lan were having breakfast together in the dining room when Granny Lian burst in.

In her hand were two invitations.

“My lady, these invitations were delivered personally by the patriarch of the Qin family Qin Long; he said they are for you and Young Master.”

Granny Lian placed the invitations on the table and retreated.

“Invitations?” Lin Lan stared blankly. “Could there be some happy occasion in the Qin family?”

In the next moment, Lin Lan opened the invitation, read it, and was dumbfounded.

“This… the grand patriarch of the Qin family is taking Xiaoyu in as his adopted daughter? Isn’t this… a little too far-fetched?”

In Lin Lan’s view, the grand patriarch of the Qin family Qin Yi was already past sixty, and Qin Xiaoyu was only an eleven-year-old girl.

Even Qin Yi’s grandson was older than Qin Xiaoyu. And now, Qin Yi was going to adopt Xiaoyu as his daughter?

Hearing Lin Lan’s words, Zhou Donghuang was also momentarily dumbstruck, and reaching out for the other invitation, he opened and read it. Then he shook his head and smiled.

“That Qin Yi really knows how to conduct himself.”

He was very satisfied with what Qin Yi had done.

At least, as long as the Qin family did not fall, Qin Xiaoyu would be able to live her life in safety and without worries.

Although Qin Xiaoyu was not his biological sister, their friendship over the past few years had long ago ensured that he treated Qin Xiaoyu as his own biological sister.

“Donghuang, is this because of you?”

It was not difficult for Lin Lan to guess why Qin Yi had done this.

“But then, even if the Qin family doesn’t dare mistreat Xiaoyu because they fear you, there still would be no need for them to go to this extent, would there?”

“What if I gave a lesser-grade palm technique to the Qin family?” Zhou Donghuang countered.

Realization dawned on Lin Lan.

“No wonder…”

As to why Zhou Donghuang had given the Qin family a martial art technique, she did not probe because she knew that her son would have his reasons for doing so.

“Mother, how has your practice been going recently?” Zhou Donghuang asked Lin Lan. The past few days, although he knew that Lin Lan had been concentrating fully on practicing, he did not know how she was progressing.

“Donghuang, that technique you gave your mother is wonderful… and together with the qi-gathering elixir you formulated, my level is improving by leaps and bounds.”

Hearing Zhou Donghuang bring up her practice, Lin Lan became lively and animated, and she was in high spirits.

“Soon, in less than a month, your mother is confident of regaining the level of level-one of Qi-gathering.”

Although Zhou Donghuang’s talent was on an entirely different level from Lin Lan’s, she had originally been a level-one adept. Even though she had expended all the qi in her body and began practicing from scratch, the meridians in her body had already been expanded long ago and had not shrunk.

Now, all she needed to do was to let the qi fill her meridians, and she would smoothly recover level-one of Qi-gathering.

Thus, she could very quickly return to level-one of Qi-gathering when she practiced from scratch.

“Mother, when you are not practicing, you can try to master these two martial art techniques.”

Zhou Donghuang passed Lin Lan two sheets of paper that were rolled together. The third-grade techniques, Star-Stepping Footwork and Weighted Sand Palm, were recorded on them.

These two martial art techniques that Zhou Donghuang previously gave to the second-in-command of the Green Wolf Bastion Freezing Wind and the Qin family were actually intended for Lin Lan. Zhou Donghuang had written them out for her, but because she was practicing in seclusion, he never had the chance to give them to her.

He had written out these two copies that very morning.

“Techniques?”

Lin Lan’s eyes lit up, and she eagerly reached out to take the two pieces of paper that Zhou Donghuang passed to her. She opened one of them and read it and was immediately dumbstruck.

“Weighted Sand Palm… this is a third-grade technique?”

Lin Lan tore her gaze away from the paper with some difficulty and looked up at Zhou Donghuang with incomprehension written all over her face.

“The other one, Star-Stepping Footwork, is also a third-grade technique.” Zhou Donghuang smiled.

Third-grade technique?

After reading the other swiftness technique, Star-Stepping Footwork, that was recorded on the other piece of paper, Lin Lan was completely stunned.

In the country of Yunyang, only the Royal Household and the Imperial Court possessed third-grade techniques, and her son had not only casually produced one, but two of them!

Zhou Donghuang had given Lin Lan too many surprises during this period of time, and therefore, Lin Lan was able to recover fairly quickly this time.

After hurriedly finishing her meal, Lin Lan left the dining room and went to the backyard to practice the martial art techniques she had just received.

Third-grade techniques were the lowest grade of martial art techniques from Zhou Donghuang’s thousand years’ worth of memories, and they were no different from rubbish to him.

However, these were incomparable treasures to Lin Lan.