Chapter Twelve: The Descent of Great Fortune

  In the courtyard filled with the atmosphere of spring, Mo Wenfeng sat cross-legged in front of an ancient guqin, and as his fingers slid across the strings, the melodious sound of the zither spread out in all directions.

  Moving melody, cheerful rhythm.

  For many years, all the villagers in the small village have liked listening to Mo Wenfeng's zither playing.

  As Zhang Wei stepped into the small courtyard, he saw Mo Wenfeng playing the guqin. He didn't disturb Mo Wenfeng, but instead quietly came to one side and waited silently.

  He, who was familiar with the rhythm of music, could tell from the piano piece that this "Spring Dawn" had reached its final stage, especially in that scene: opening the window to let in the sunlight, his mood became relaxed and pleasant, seeing the new branches and bright leaves outside the window, the flowers were like brocade, what a beautiful spring scenery, it was truly with a flavor of "alone loving the new green around the new red, the thick spring and the thick emotions", which made Zhang Yi somewhat intoxicated.

  The last note dissipated in the air, Mo Wenhua slowly turned his head to look at Zhang Yi. However, when he saw Zhang Yi's bruised and swollen face, his eyebrows furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice: "Did you get into a fight with someone?"

  Zhang Yi said: "I met a few hooligans who came looking for trouble with me."

  Mo Wenfeng said lightly: "The Tai Chi I once taught you, if used to deal with a few small ones, is still more than enough."

  Zhang Yi revealed a hint of a smile and said, "Master, I was just thinking of telling you about this. I applied Taiji to actual combat and knocked all my opponents down."

  Mo Wenfeng's eyes flashed with a look of appreciation, and he nodded slowly.

  Zhang Yi asked respectfully: "Master, you said you would recommend me to study at the Medical College of Jingnan University, when will you let me go?"

  Mo Wenfeng smiled and said: "What? Are you anxious? What did your father say?"

  "He let me take charge."

  Mo Wenhua said, "In that case, you go buy a ticket tomorrow! I'll write a letter of recommendation. When you arrive at Jingnan University, go straight to the Medical College and find Dean Sun ShaoHua. After he sees the letter, he will arrange for your admission."

  "Yes, Master."

  Mo Wenfeng stood up with a smile, walking towards the gate of the courtyard while saying: "Your father caught a lot of fish and shrimp from the river, let me go over to keep him company for a few drinks."

  Zhang Yi moved the guqin into the room while saying: "Master, I'll stay here and read books."

  Mo Wenfeng stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at Zhang Yi's bruised face, nodded slowly after a moment, then walked out. He understood that Zhang Yi didn't want his father to see him like this.

  In the house.

  Zhang Yi put away the guqin and picked up a medical book from the nearby bookshelf. He walked over to Mo Wenhua's meditation cushion and sat down cross-legged.

  After flipping through several pages, Zhang Yi closed the medical book.

  He was preoccupied with practicing "Hui Chun Jue" and couldn't calm down to read books.

  "The vital fluid has been consumed, how can I regain even a single thread of it? With just one thread, I can cultivate the 'Rejuvenation Technique', quickly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and increase the amount of vital fluid."

  After a long time of thinking hard, countless thoughts were tumbling in his mind, but he still couldn't think of any solution.

  As if entering an empty mountain with bare hands and returning.

  Previously, Zhang Yi had a limited understanding of this sentence, but now he has a profound understanding of it.

  Helpless, he subconsciously followed the cultivation route of "Hui Chun Jue" and relied on his consciousness to move around.

  "What is this?"

  Zhang Yi's expression suddenly froze.

  He felt a chill from the cushion under him, and as his consciousness moved along the cultivation path, strands of shallow green aura seeped out of the cushion and into Zhang Yi's body.

  "Vital fluid?"

  Zhang Yi's eyes widened bigger than a copper bell, and his gaze revealed an unbelievable expression.

  Immediately afterwards, a look of wild joy appeared on his handsome face, and he quickly gathered his mind and wholeheartedly followed the cultivation route of "Hui Chun Jue", rapidly operating.

  There was a vital fluid flowing in the meridians, and the spiritual energy contained in the futon under him poured into Zhang Yi's body continuously. Even more so, as the vital fluid flowed faster in the meridians inside his body, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy also accelerated.

  Two minutes later.

  When that cool feeling slowly disappeared, Zhang Yi keenly discovered that the spiritual energy absorbed was getting less and less, until finally, no more spiritual energy was absorbed into his body.

  As soon as he opened his eyes, after a dazzling ray of light flashed from the bottom of his eyes, Zhang Yi couldn't help but curl up his mouth and smile.

  Good fortune has arrived!

  This is Zhang Yi's only feeling now.

  To add fuel in snowy weather; to add flowers on brocade.

  After the intense excitement in his heart had subsided, Zhang Yi felt a deep curiosity about the futon under him. To think that he had sat on this futon countless times before, yet never experienced its coolness, let alone absorbed the spiritual energy within it.

  He was very curious how there could be spiritual energy in this humble abode?

  After jumping up, Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and picked up the cushion from the ground.

  A round, flat mat made of woven reeds, although the workmanship seems exquisite, there is nothing special about it elsewhere. If you really want to find some unusual circumstances, Zhang Yi can only say that from small to large, this mat has always been like this, without a speck of dust or any damage, what he saw when he was young is still what it looks like now.

  "If there's a chance, ask Master, what's so special about this Pu Tuan?"

  Zhang Yi smiled slightly and mobilized the vital energy to return to the Vital Spring, slowly nourishing and repairing his injuries, tempering his body.

  The spiritual energy absorbed from the futon, after being converted into vital fluid, increased by nearly twice the amount of vital fluid he originally had, which made him extremely delighted.

  Two hours later.

  Mo Wenhua returned to his residence, looking at Zhang Yi sitting cross-legged on the couch, quietly reading a book. He nodded silently and then spoke: "Xiao Yi, how was the treatment for the patients today?"

  Zhang Yi was stunned, then patted his forehead and jumped up from the couch, sighing: "Master, fortunately you reminded me, otherwise I would have forgotten about this matter altogether. This morning I encountered some trouble, so after solving it, I came back directly."

  Mo Wenhua smiled and said, "It's not too late now."

  "Uh-huh, I'll rush over right away."

  In the luxurious villa area of Fengcheng County, Jin Di Shoufu, in one of the high-end duplex buildings, Qin Dabiao's face was full of hatred as he stood by the window making a phone call: "Leopard, no matter what method you use, find that kid for me. Break his two legs and let him stay in the hospital for a few months. After things are done, you won't be left out of the benefits."

  "Big Biao, it's not that I don't want to help you, but who is this kid? I only know his name, where am I supposed to find him? You want me to fix him, at least tell me where he is now?" A lazy voice came from the phone.

  Qin Dabiao remained silent for a moment before saying, "Take people to Hongrun Repair Factory. That little kid named Zhang Yi used to work there. Their boss must know the details about that kid."

  "Alright, hand it over!"

  As the lazy voice disappeared, the call ended.

  Qin Dabiao slammed his phone heavily on the big bed behind him, with a resentful and venomous look in his eyes, clenching his fists tightly.

  "Bang bang......"

  The door was knocked and the voice of the babysitter came from outside:

  "Da Biao, Mr. Qin is back, he wants you to go to his study."

  Qin Dabiao, with a raging fire of anger in his heart, heard the nanny's words and suddenly changed his expression. The resentful look on his swollen face quickly disappeared, and he hesitated for a moment before striding out of the room.

  An old-fashioned study with writing brushes, ink and paper on the desk, surrounded by neat bookshelves and water-ink paintings.

  Behind the gray-brown desk, on that expensive pear-wood chair, sat a stout middle-aged man with a cigarette dangling from his lips and cold glints flashing in his eyes.

  "Dad, are you looking for me?"

  Qin Dabiao was domineering and arrogant outside, with unlimited glory. But what he feared most was his father, because in his heart, his father not only had strong means but also did things ruthlessly.

  Qin Tudou's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fell on Qin Dabiao's bruised face, and he let out a cold hum: "I heard you were beaten up by someone in public? What happened?"

  Qin Dabiao's fists clenched unconsciously, suppressing his anger, and he said: "He's a very sinister kid. I had a run-in with him before, but Li Xiaozhi intervened and I didn't get to settle the score with that kid. I never thought he'd be a wolf in sheep's clothing."

  "Background!"

  Qin Tudragon tapped the desktop a few times, his tone slightly cold.

  "He's just a country bumpkin, doesn't have any background." Qin Dabiao said quickly.

  Qin Tudragon nodded slowly: "Handle this matter properly, if Li Xiaozhi still wants to intervene, let's put it aside for now and wait until his father dies. We'll have plenty of time to play him dead then. If Li Xiaozhi doesn't intervene again, get rid of that kid directly. I don't want to hear anything about that kid from now on."

  "Dad! Don't worry!" Qin Dabiao said respectfully.

  Fengcheng County, a three-story villa with European style.

  Li Jianhua looked at his son, who was quietly peeling an apple with a gloomy expression, and a faint smile appeared on his thin face. He opened his mouth and said: "Xiao Zhi, how is the investigation going that I asked you to do?"

  Li Xiaozhi stopped his actions and said, "Dad, it's a bit difficult. Qin Tui Long is cunning and treacherous, that secret account book of his should be at his home, but I have no way to sneak into his house and find that secret account book."

  Li Jianhua nodded and said, "Then don't rush. Hmph, Qin Tui Long wants to get rid of me, but fortunately my luck is good, I met a divine doctor, discovered their conspiracy, so from now on we have plenty of time to play with him."

  Li Xiaoqi nodded and said, "That's right. If it weren't for Uncle being in the Peng City Public Security Bureau and using his power to investigate the whereabouts of that old Chinese doctor, we still wouldn't know who wanted to harm you. This grudge must be avenged."

  As his words fell, the mobile phone on the tea table beside him suddenly rang.

  Li Xiao Zhi put down the apple and picked up his phone, answering it and saying "Xiao Long, what's going on?"

  From the phone came a bright and cheerful laughter:

  "Brother Zhi, I just got the news that Qin Da Biao was beaten up by a young man. The four lackeys around him were also beaten, three of them were badly hurt and the other one was so scared that he peed his pants and ran away on the spot. Haha... By the way, the young man who beat up Qin Da Biao is named Zhang Yi, it's the same guy we met at the entrance of Hongrun Repair Shop before."