Chapter 1810 - 325

Looking at this line of text, it seems I can see Yin Meng standing in front of me, stomping her feet angrily and rolling her eyes.

By my ear, it's as if I can hear Yin Meng naturally using Sichuan dialect when she gets emotional, with its raised and elongated intonation.

Typically, she would precede it with a friendly greeting word like "silly boy", "dummy", or "nuisance".

Run Sheng thinks the reason for not adding it is because Yin Meng couldn't immediately figure out how to write those dialect words, and maintaining this "interaction" was a strenuous effort for her, much like when she initially struggled to sustain the Walking Yin state.

However,

Run Sheng really likes how a person's memory becomes an interaction between two people.

Even if it's just this one sentence, it's an entirely different feeling.

Besides, it's only during this time each day that he actually uses his brain.

One sentence is enough.

If there's more, his brain might not be able to contain it.

Hmm,

It seems writing over there has also stopped.

The wind blew again, erasing traces on the ground.

As if nothing had ever appeared, the divide between Yin and Yang remains distinct.

Run Sheng buries the ashes with a shovel.

Her point is not to burn clothes anymore; it's a waste of money.

Run Sheng plans to listen to her.

But next time he contacts her, he'll have to burn something.

Not speaking about the premise of this ritual, at least need to show some sincerity.

At this moment, Run Sheng thought of a method.

He thinks,

paper effigies,

are truly a magnificent invention.

Run Sheng is very skilled at this himself.

When he's not busy, he often sits there watching TV while making paper effigies.

Run Sheng plans to personally make some to burn and send over to Yin Meng below.

Shaking off the dirt from the shovel, Run Sheng finally understood why so many boys and girls would come to the university store to buy brightly colored square paper.

Lu Yi told him it's specially bought to fold into stars, collect into a jar, and give to someone they like.

Turns out,

these folded stars are another form of paper effigy.

"Run Sheng!"

Tan Wenbin led Lin Shuyou over.

Run Sheng carried the Yellow River Shovel, walking out from the woods by the river.

Lin Shuyou: "Run Sheng, what are you doing here alone?"

Tan Wenbin didn't wait for Ah You to get an answer and pointed towards Big Beard's house as he spoke:

"Let's go cut some trees."

Li Sanjiang was asleep.

Everyone's nighttime project could start now.

Actually, the whole family only needed to keep it from Li Sanjiang.

You didn't even need to avoid Xiao Hei.

On the first floor of Big Beard's house, Xiao Yingying was sleeping with Beng Beng.

From the womb, Beng Beng was taken by his parents to the Jianghu, often traversing these eerie places; not to say he was influenced, at least he got used to it.

As a result, the child likes cold Yin and hates heat.

This summer could have been unbearably uncomfortable for him, but fortunately, there's a lifeless body lying beside him; the chilly air it emits is the most refreshing and pleasant breeze on a summer night to Beng Beng.

Beng Beng also likes to hold a strand of Xiao Yingying's hair while sleeping.

Her hair is damp and slippery, held in his hand comfortably.

This should be a quiet and warm scene, but upstairs...

"Creak... creak... creak... creak creak creak creak creak creak creak!"

Back then, being born into the Dragon King's Court was enough to make Jianghu people feel unattainable.

Now, both husband and wife are settled, blessed, with both Dragon King's Courts having few members.

If not born now, then when?

They don't have high ambitions, nor do they hope for more, diligently cultivating, hastening to nurture and first fill the Dragon King's Court position with children!

But despite their good health, surplus of seeds, and fertile land, they've struggled for so long and still haven't managed to successfully sow another one.

After the medicine garden was rudimentarily formed, Xiong Shan brazenly asked Old Tian for help in mixing some medicine.

Old Tian, being a good person, really helped him mix it.

Although, Old Tian knew that the couple was unlikely to have a second child.

This situation is akin to when the young master was little and the troubles of Third Master and his wife.

Old Tian still remembers secretly standing outside the door, sensing the murderous intent Third Master and his wife harbored towards the young master.

Back then, Old Tian had already resolved that if Third Master and his wife dared to harm the young master, he would risk his life to rush inside to protect him, even if it meant fleeing the Zhao family with the young master, living as fugitives.

Having good children is already a heaven-sent blessing, when it's already overflowing, being greedy for more is unrealistic.

Only, these words are best understood silently, not convenient to say to those involved; perhaps they somewhat understand as well, yet refuse to admit defeat.

"What's that noise?"

Lin Shuyou walked outside of Big Beard's house, raising his head with some confusion.

Tan Wenbin:

"The Symphony of Destiny."

Although Brother Xiao Yuan said they could cut however they wanted,

Tan Wenbin still chose the outskirts of the Peach Forest, and to avoid cutting too abruptly, tried to ensure each corner was equally taken care of, making it appear more even.

After cutting enough wood needed for the design, the three carried it back home on their shoulders.

Run Sheng carries the most, piled high, but his steps remained steady.

Lin Shuyou carries slightly less due to longer arms compared to Run Sheng.

Not much was left, allowing Tan Wenbin to be relaxed.

After the wood was transported, they went to the big truck to get more materials.

Li Zhiyuan then set up a simple illusion and isolation array in the rice field, unable to finish tonight. To ensure Grandmaster wouldn't notice anything unusual when he woke up to relieve himself, these concealments needed to be prepared early.