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As soon as a ray of dawn appeared in the sky, Song Baiyu woke up from entering into meditation.

Without the spirit gathering array, Song Baiyu's cultivation effect was much worse. In the past few days, Song Baiyu's internal strength cultivation has been almost stagnant. Due to the limitations of conditions, he could not care about tempering muscles and bones and practicing Spring and Autumn Martial Arts.

"Fortunately, I am good at alchemy and have the magical technique of Spring and Autumn Period, otherwise I will always stop in the late stage of Qi Refining." After feeling that the concentration of spiritual energy in the secular world is less than one-fifty of that in the cultivation world, Song Baiyu was shocked. No wonder he could not see any cultivators in the secular world.

Song Baiyu has not gained nothing in the past few days. After being enlightened by Su Tingting, he has already faced his relationship with his parents. He originally thought that it would be very troublesome to communicate with his parents, but the communication between the two parties was unexpectedly smooth.

Song Xiaolian and his wife no longer forced Song Baiyu to go into politics, but asked Song Baiyu to choose the path he liked. Song Xiaolian and his wife just hated Song Baiyu. Since Song Baiyu worked in Nanyun County with great success and no longer had a slutty life like before, the couple naturally felt relieved about him.

In just a few days, Song Baiyu completely integrated into his "his own" family. Whether it was his mother's doting, his father's ruthlessness, or his grandfather's love, Song Baiyu felt extremely uncomfortable, but he was fascinated by this feeling.

Song Baiyu was an orphan in his previous life and had never experienced the taste of family, friendship, or love. After entering the sect of cultivation, in order to stand out among tens of thousands of outer disciples, Song Baiyu suffered a lot and tasted the indifferent side of human nature.

Everything the family gave Song Baiyu now has undoubtedly greatly impacted his Taoist heart. Unstable Taoist heart is a taboo for cultivators, which made Song Baiyu very nervous for a while, but slowly Song Baiyu figured out a truth. Since even these positive emotions can impact his Taoist heart, you can imagine how weak his Taoist heart is. He cannot improve his internal strength and martial arts cultivation now, and it just happens to cultivate Taoist heart.

With this idea, Song Baiyu completely let go of his heart and communicated with his family wholeheartedly. In his previous life, it was because of the unstable Taoist heart and poor mental cultivation that led to failure to overcome the tribulation. Since God gave him the opportunity to be reborn, Song Baiyu would definitely not let himself fight against the same mistake.

"Bai Yu, what are you thinking early in the morning? So trance?" Song Yuanqing appeared in the room at some point and asked with a smile.

"I was wondering, if those fencemen knew that their grandfather's health had fully recovered, what would they react?" Song Baiyu ran to the backyard for some time these days. On the one hand, he listened to the old man's teachings, and on the other hand, he was to pull the old man.

Of course, Song Baiyu didn't do traction. He just went to the Internet to see a little fur, and then tried it on the old man. Doing traction was just a matter of its physical form.

In fact, Song Baiyu was using internal energy to treat the old man, and slowly used the vitality in his internal energy to nourish and repair the old man's muscles and veins. Moreover, when making tea for the old man, Song Baiyu also moved his hands and turned the beauty pill into the tea for the old man to drink. After a few days, the old man could already go to the yard to practice Tai Chi. He was so happy all day that he praised Song Baiyu as a saint.

"The fence-bearing grass will never have a good ending." Song Yuanqing said coldly, and then said Yanran: "Bai Yu, you have always avoided me these days. You haven't explained to me how you suddenly know so much about traditional Chinese medicine. You can smell the taste and identify medicinal materials and serve as a guide. I have never seen you learn these before."

Song Baiyu touched his nose awkwardly, but when he saw his sister watching his movements, he put his hand down again, but he felt very sad, "Sister, I really don't want to lie."

"You know that my body was a little weak in the past. I was lucky enough to meet an old Chinese doctor in Jinyang City, so I learned a few things from him. That's it." Song Baiyu knew that if he was not satisfied with his sister's curiosity, he probably would have been following the truth. He had to find an excuse casually.

"It turns out that there are such miracle doctors in the folk. Grandpa's illness is equivalent to his indirect treatment. Your body has become stronger because of him. This person has so much favor to our family, we must be grateful to him." What surprised Song Baiyu was that Song Yuanqing did not doubt his words at all, but said very seriously: "Baiyu, when we return to Jinyang City, you must take me to meet him. It is best if we can invite the old man to come to Shangjing for a few days."

"I have only been studying Chinese medicine with me for a year, and the old man passed away." Song Baiyu said decisively, with a look of sadness on his face appropriately.

Just kidding, the old Chinese doctor was completely fabricated by himself. Where did he find such a miracle doctor to introduce to his sister? Song Baiyu naturally had to lie for himself. However, he secretly apologized to the master of the cultivation world in his heart. It was not his disciples who cursed you, but his sister was so stubborn.

"That's it, no wonder every time I ask my grandfather where you learned Chinese medicine knowledge, you always keep silent." Song Baiyu's explanation was reasonable, Song Yuanqing believed it 10% and a sad look flashed across her face.

Soon, Song Yuanqing's eyes were attracted by the things on Song Baiyu's desk.

On the antique desk, dozens of white rice paper were neatly stacked on one side, and on the other side were a few pieces of rice paper with handwriting. There was only one word on these rice papers, and the same word was the same: Tao.

Looking at the vigorous and round characters "Tao" on the rice paper, Song Yuan is beautiful and gentle. The strokes in these characters are simple or clever, square or round or soft, subtle or ostentatious, with the brushstrokes floating like floating clouds and agile as a shocking dragon. Almost every character shows Song Baiyu's skills.

"Bai Yu, did Grandpa force you to marry Zhou Yanran?" After reading the handwriting on the rice paper one by one, Song Yuanqing asked worriedly.

No wonder Song Yuanqing thought it wrongly. In her impression, my brother's personality is a bit soft. Once he encounters something that cannot be solved, he will immediately think of escaping. The word Tao does not have a sense of escaping the world.

Song Baiyu was dumbfounded when he heard this. My sister was too imaginative. She just wrote to expel distracting thoughts in her heart by writing to achieve the goal of stabilizing her heart. Her sister actually thought of the problem of forced marriage.

"Tingting is the only one in my heart, and no one can change my choice." Song Baiyu shook his head and said decisively: "And now that my grandfather has recovered, the Song family does not need to join forces with the Zhou family."

What Song Baiyu didn't know was that when he and his sister were discussing Zhou Yanran, someone was setting up a big conspiracy against him and Zhou Yanran, trying to completely crush the possibility of the Song family and the Zhou family's marriage.
Chapter completed!