He's cute but puritanical

Through the solemn main hall, go straight along the corridor, and you'll soon reach the backyard.

It's quiet and far away. The trees are lush. It's isolated from the noise of the front hall. It's as quiet as another world.

It was early spring, and the mountain climate was pleasant, and even the wind was full of vitality.

When a tall and straight man appears in the backyard with his daughter in his arms, it turns out to be a landscape.

Around the winding corridor, he saw a white bearded old man sitting under the bodhi tree.

The old man looked hale and hearty in his grey robe.

Before we get close, we can feel that he is permeated with a strong aura, which can make people awe.

Lu Shiyan went to the tree and nodded to him, "master abbot."

There was a pair of go on the stone table in front of xuanzhi. He was playing chess with himself, holding white pieces in his right hand and black and white in his left hand.

Hearing this, he dropped a chess piece in his hand, slowly raised his head and looked at him. Then he stood in front of him with one hand and gave him a Buddhist ceremony, "benefactor."

Lu Shiyan looked at him and asked, "master, I'm the one you say is destined?"

Xuanzhi looked up at his eyes, smiling and shaking his head. At the same time, he pointed to the sleeping baby in his arms. "No, no, it's the girl in the donor's arms."

Lu Shiyan's expression was slightly stagnant, "do you mean that the one who is destined to be my daughter?"

"Exactly." Xuanzhi nodded, touched his long beard, and then said, "the benefactor's daughter should not have a name yet?"

Lu Shiyan did not give her daughter a good name. Lu Dingchuan was not in good health during this period of time and had been hospitalized.

Originally, he was going to give his great granddaughter a resounding name. However, he was not in good health and had to temporarily run aground.

Xuanzhi raised his eyes and looked at the sky. His white beard moved and said slowly, "the inkstone grinds the clear stream stone, and the kitchen Cuan white cloud woodcutter. Just call her inkstone. "

"Inkstone? Lu Yanbai. " Lu Shiyan read her name low twice, smiling between the eyebrows, "thank you very much."

"Why don't you know what I'm here for?"

Lu Shiyan sat down on the stone bench opposite him and gave him a brief explanation of his daughter's physical condition.

Xuanzhi pondered for a moment and said to him, "let me feel the pulse for her."

Lu Shiyan took his daughter's hand out of the baby blanket. Xuanzhi put his three fingers of his right hand on the little guy's delicate wrist. After a few seconds, he said slowly, "this child's body is really weak. I'm afraid it can't be cured by one or two doses of medicine."

After hearing this, Lu Shiyan frowned, and then asked, "what else can you do, master?"

Xuanzhi nodded, "the way is naturally there, but I don't know whether benefactor Lu is willing to give up."

On this piece of paper, it depends on Lu shaoshe's reluctance. 】

in the same way, Jiang Yichen also told him.

Lu Shiyan only hesitated for half a second, then sincerely said, "please give me your advice."

"Leave the child on the mountain and I'll take care of her myself."

Lu Shiyan was stunned and then asked, "how long does the master need to be recuperated?"

Xuanzhi touched his beard again. "It's three or five years at least, and ten or twenty years more. It depends on her. It can't be predicted."

Three or five years?

Ten or twenty years?

Well, isn't it that he hasn't seen his daughter for years?

Lu Shiyan was entangled in his heart and did not make a decision immediately.

However, if you don't have a hard heart, if your daughter's future body is like Jiang Yihan, it will be more trouble.

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