Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2247: Chapter 1891: You’re Really Blessed

Though verbally expressing reluctance and great regret, in reality, Daoist Qingyun arrived at Lu Chuan’s inn, freshened up a bit, and then lay down.

He opened his eyes until it was daylight.

After getting up, he changed back into his Taoist robe and leisurely went downstairs.

Seeing the lush greenery and the light rain drizzling, with distant mountains shrouded in mist, he felt increasingly at ease.

Hence, he slowly made his way to the garden corridor, under the drizzling rain, leg stance ready, hands in place, assuming his daily practice posture.

Just as he got into position, a droplet of water that had gathered on a leaf above for a long time fell with a "plop" onto his bun.

Oh!

Daoist Qingyun sighed inwardly, maintaining this celestial demeanor of his; now, his actions really don’t nurture his health at all.

What to practice today?

The Eight Pieces of Brocade, it’s more visually appealing, with wide and dynamic postures.

Although the canopy of greenery above could shield him from rain, water droplets occasionally dripped onto his clothes. However, becoming a master always requires some sacrifice, doesn’t it?

Daoist Qingyun again adjusted his breathing, dedicating himself wholeheartedly and with full concentration.

He couldn’t even hear his disciple calling from the side.

Helplessly, the other party had to hold a small umbrella, swaying and wandering off along the path.

By the time he completed an entire routine of the Eight Pieces of Brocade robustly and precisely, Daoist Qingyun was already drenched in sweat, breathing heavily like a bowstring.

He slowly concluded the set, simultaneously pulling at his muscles to relax them, only to notice Daoist Wuwei standing under the corridor at an unknown time, holding a rolled pancake, eating and watching him.

This made Daoist Qingyun quite disapproving.

This little Wuwei!

Always nagging him to maintain his image, not to tarnish his reputation, even banning him from holding an insulated cup.

Yet here he was, unkempt himself.

Though no one was coming and going, it was still daytime, if someone saw him eating messily in public, wouldn’t it be indecent?

Daoist Wuwei smiled at the situation: "Master, seems like you had a good rest, being in the mood for a routine early this morning."

Previously at the Daoist Temple, if Daoist Qingyun stayed up late playing games or watching dramas, he absolutely wouldn’t get up the next day, claiming to be spiritually refining.

"Not too bad," Daoist Qingyun replied reservedly, "woke up fully refreshed."

"I thought so," Daoist Wuwei nodded, "no wonder you weren’t eager about the delicious breakfast this morning."

What delicious breakfast?

Remembering the hearty, deeply satisfying meal they had after arriving in the rain yesterday, a slight sense of unease brushed over Daoist Qingyun’s heart.

Then he heard his disciple say, "It’s the breakfast from Shenshin’s home!"

The chef explained that since they do a lot of physical labor here, they usually consume a lot of carbohydrates.

Breakfast includes soft pan-fried pancakes with scrambled eggs and green peppers, or hot steamed buns with tomato slices, cured egg yolks, and a bit of cheese, showcasing a fusion of Eastern and Western styles...

"If you want something to drink, there’s spicy and sour tripe soup, quite a kick for the morning!"

Daoist Wuwei said, patting his round belly.

He had eaten two rolled pancakes, a Chinese sandwich, and a big bowl of spicy and sour tripe soup.

Satisfied and full, as he was leaving, he even reluctantly rolled up another pancake to eat while walking.

What kind of enlightened master?

Oh dear, without wearing the Taoist robe this early, who would recognize him?

As soon as he finished speaking, the last bite of the pancake was stuffed into his mouth.

Chewing away, he saw Daoist Qingyun darting off like he was stepping on a whirlwind, quickly grabbing an upside-down umbrella from under the corridor.

Then he dashed into the mist and fog of the drizzling rain, disappearing in an instant.

"Shenshin! Didn’t we add each other on WhatsApp yesterday? When breakfast is ready, just give me a shout."

Daoist Qingyun called out loudly as soon as he entered the courtyard.

Pausing, he regretted: Oh no, forgot my fitness tracker!

If he had received a message, even while working out, he would have known. Although he was only a step late, he felt he missed out on a lot of delicious food.

Once he entered the kitchen, the sour and spicy aroma hit him, instantly making his stomach growl.

Lu Chuan happened to be in the kitchen peeling lime rinds, the green specks of lime rind quietly falling into a spotless porcelain bowl, exceptionally refreshing.

This lime wasn’t ripe yet, its scent tart with a hint of unique fragrance.

And he himself, with features like a painting, a slight smile at the corners of his lips, was pleasing to the eye.

Daoist Qingyun held a pancake in his hand, took a large gulp of hot soup, and felt the dampness experienced during morning practice expelling through his pores, exceptionally refreshed.

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