Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 5: General daughter Yu Qinghan?
Zhao Huai sniffed the fragrance from the tip of his nose, slightly absent-minded.

The screen of the picture of winter plum and snow covered the beautiful woman's face, but she could vaguely see a figure with a good figure, which was much better than Zhao Huai expected.

"My son is here."

A soft magnetic voice sounded, like an oriole smiling and melodious.

Hearing the voice, Zhao Huai reacted, turned around and closed the door, then clapped his hands and smiled:

"My lord, Zhao Huai, I met the girl."

"The little girl Qinghan has met the young master."

Responding to the voice, she stood up and bowed slightly, but to Zhao Huai's surprise, the woman did not hide behind the screen shyly, not daring to see anyone.

Instead, he stood up gracefully and walked out, with an inexplicable atmosphere.

Qianying walked straight out, and a pair of powerful Danfeng eyes stared straight at Zhao Huai at the door.

Even Zhao Huai has to admit that these eyes are really beautiful, extremely aesthetic, and radiant, making people unable to take their eyes off.

The only strange thing is that Zhao Huai felt an invisible sense of oppression from the other party's eyes.

But this does not affect the appearance of the other party, she is also very beautiful, the long skirt with white gauze and plum rust looks extraordinarily graceful, the beautiful melon-seeded face is not decorated, it is flawless like a piece of precious jade, lightly covering the temples, beautiful Her eyebrows are like Liu Dai, and her thin lips are as rosy as cherries.

Clean and clean, elegant like a fairy, just like a fairy walking out of a picture scroll.

Is she really my blind date?

How about so-so?
Zhao Huai's eyes were calm, but his heart was full of doubts and surprises.

He felt that this woman was much more beautiful than what he had seen in the album, and she didn't look like her, so he wouldn't have gone to the wrong door, right?
"Mr. Zhao, don't stand, sit down first."

The woman smiled slightly, she seemed to see what Zhao Huai was thinking at a glance, but she still stretched out her hand to signal, and poured a cup of hot tea for the two of them.

"Let me introduce myself first. The little girl's name is Qinghan, and her surname is Yu."

"Yu Qinghan, Miss Yu?"

"good."

Yu Qinghan tapped his head lightly, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Young master looks very puzzled."

Zhao Huai shook his head: "It's not a doubt, I just think that the girl is different from what I saw in the album."

For him, it doesn't matter who is sitting opposite, because his purpose is to spend the afternoon here peacefully.

"What's the difference?"

Yu Qinghan asked curiously.

Zhao Huai said with a smile: "Generally speaking, when a man and a woman meet, it is inevitable that many ridiculous things will happen, but the girl is much more beautiful than the picture book, which surprised me."

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Yu Qinghan's mouth grew stronger, and then he also said:
"I also feel that the young master is different from what I imagined. He doesn't look like what the matchmaker said. I thought that the young master would lose weight, but I didn't expect him to look so good. His bones are much better than normal people. "

She also had a good impression of Zhao Huai, with a hint of goodwill.

Of course she knew that she was good-looking, she had dated many times before, and without exception, she performed badly.

When normal people see themselves, they are either stage-frightened by their own eyes, or they dare not look at each other, and they make a shy look, which is not like a man.

And the young man in front of him has clear eyes, not only can look at each other normally, but also has an extraordinary conversation, and he is not bad, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, which is still very suitable for her appetite.

However, Yu Qinghan's words caught Zhao Huai's attention.

Of course he is clear about his situation. As a cultivator, his realm has reached the ninth level of qi training, can he look bad?

For him now, smashing boulders in his chest, flying over eaves and walls, and punching a thousand catties are all trivial things, after all, his physical body has reached initial saturation.

It's just that this girl's eyesight is surprisingly good, and she can feel such details.

"I have nothing to do. I get up early every day, and I will practice some boxing techniques outside the school to exercise my body, so my health is better." Zhao Huai lied without flushing and heartbeat.

Hiding your cultivation is a kind of protection for yourself.

"Oh? Young master is also interested in martial arts?"

Surprise flashed in Yu Qinghan's eyes, and he smiled amusingly.

This smile is more sincere than the previous polite smile, like the surprise after meeting a bosom friend.

"Is it possible that girls also practice martial arts?"

Zhao Huai asked politely but still awkwardly.

"That's right, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child for more than ten years."

Yu Qinghan smiled lightly and said: "I forgot to say, my father is a veteran of the dynasty, but because of a mistake, he has retired. It's a thing of the past, but our family is still a general, and we have learned from generation to generation. Wu, my elder brother is still serving in the army."

After finishing speaking, Yu Qinghan had a worried look in his eyes.

Because of her own reasons, she was really worried and scared the other party away, which was not what she wanted to see.

As expected, Zhao Huai's eyelids twitched immediately after hearing this.

I call it a good guy in my heart!
Veteran of the dynasty.

Brother served.

Generations of martial arts.

Isn't this a proper general daughter!

How is this a family of generals?Do you count yourself as a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?
Although Zhao Huai was helpless in his heart, he still half-jokingly said: "With the conditions of the girl, it is unimaginable that she will come to the matchmaker."

"I sneaked out by myself."

Yu Qinghan's eyes darkened.

"Sneak out?"

Hearing this answer, Zhao Huai was slightly taken aback.

"Could it be that your family treats you badly?"

Although this world is dominated by cultivating immortals, the children of the rich and aristocratic families are still well-clothed and well-fed, with prosperity and wealth and privileges all around them.

"No, it's just that I'm tired of life at home." Yu Qinghan shook his head.

Zhao Huai smiled wryly, but did not reply.

Yu Qinghan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said a few words, which brought back memories, and seemed to be talking to himself:
"Young master, do you know that when I was young, I didn't like martial arts. Like those girls, I like rouge and gouache, I like to tinker with some embroidery needlework, and I like to listen to those storytellers talking about growing old together, fishing boats singing late, and the stories in the story books. For a long time, it's all in my imagination."

"But my father told me that when you are born into a family, you have to bear part of the responsibility. My daughter should also be self-improving and pursue a great cause. The life of ordinary people does not belong to me. From that day on, I started to practice martial arts."

"I didn't like martial arts at first, because martial arts is hard and tiring, and I don't like killing people, because I often have nightmares at night and can't sleep."

"Sometimes I think, if I wasn't born in such a family, how wonderful it would be. I can sleep until noon every day, listen to music in the afternoon, go shopping, read the books I want to read, chase interesting plays, eat and drink. It doesn't matter what you eat, even if it's simple food, even if no one cares about it, even if you are poor, it's better than being on the battlefield and exhausting your energy."

"When I grew up, when I achieved the goal my father said, I found that none of what he said was what I wanted. It's just that my hands were stained with too much blood, and I was inseparable from practicing martial arts."

"Now, I'm tired and just want to find someone to live a stable life for the rest of my life, so I ran out."

When Yu Qinghan said this, his voice gradually quieted down, but the remembrance in his eyes lingered for a long time.

(End of this chapter)