Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2265: Chapter 1898: Downhill in Front of the Gate (Part 2)

Aren’t parents most afraid that their daughter will fall for a disabled person? How many young men don’t have the stamina to run like that upon first meeting?

Take Top Brother or Gastric Bypass Brother for example, when they first arrived, they couldn’t even jog a little bit. If they walked a bit faster, they’d be out of breath.

Sure enough, Liang Jing’s parents were still wearing stern faces, but as soon as they got out of the car, they saw a young man nimbly jogging across the grass.

Mrs. Liang even said, "Look at you, with so many people here, even finding someone like this is better than finding a disabled person."

The young girl is too naive to understand, feels a connection after a couple of words and thinks she can spend a lifetime together, not realizing that if the body is flawed, an untimely adjustment of the mind might lead to bad thoughts.

Besides, now when they’re young and strong, they don’t feel it, but when aches come and it’s inconvenient, when they’re old, it’s nothing but trouble.

But as soon as these words were spoken, her daughter turned her head and gave her a peculiar smile.

Mrs. Liang’s heart skipped a beat.

Looking ahead again, the young man full of energy jogged over, stood straight as a little poplar tree, and reached out his hand:

"Uncle, Aunt, thank you for coming and giving me a chance."

No mistake, they specially rushed over because of Daoist Qingyun, but also truly wanted to sincerely meet the person their daughter talked about.

Can’t ignore the love for their daughter just because of the Daoist Master’s fame.

As these words were spoken, wasn’t it clear who this person was?

This was Chen Yuan!

The security team captain!

Mr. Liang’s eyes first looked at the combat boots on the guy’s ankles—well, couldn’t see anything from there.

Mrs. Liang was more puzzled.

After all, in public perception, who can be physically impaired and still move so swiftly?

But Chen Yuan’s words made the couple feel settled, and they couldn’t show their displeasure. She was about to bite the bullet and say more when Chen Yuan said to Liang Jing:

"Let’s hurry over; today there’s someone causing a ruckus challenging the master’s views—it’s quite lively."

Hurry, Uncle, Aunt, go see how great the land their boss has managed, and give him some extra points!

To join in the fun, and in such a high-level Feng Shui master showdown!

Oh dear, Mr. and Mrs. Liang couldn’t be bothered with much else, quickly following Chen Yuan and walking briskly ahead.

During the walk, they saw him effortlessly carry Liang Jing’s shoulder bag, umbrella, and water bottle, while casually reminding her:

"How’s the tea you brought back? Don’t drink too much water now, it’s inconvenient to use the restroom here."

How attentive!

The couple saw this, and somewhat understood why their daughter set her eyes on him right away.

But at the moment, nothing about their children’s affairs could stop them from pushing forward, squeezing into the crowd, and spotting Daoist Qingyun who was served by a little Daoist Child nearby.

The other had gray hair and a long beard, yet his skin was rosy and firm, with gentle and kind eyes.

Oh dear, given the situation, who doesn’t envision a realized master in this kind of depiction?

Mr. and Mrs. Liang were practically convinced on the spot.

Looking across, the elderly man in a traditional gown walked slowly, dark and thin, wearing clothes not made from quality materials.

Mrs. Liang’s sharp eyes instantly recognized the cheap polyester fabric, and the clothes were overly loose and not well-fitting.

In contrast to the ethereal aura of the Daoist Master, calling him a "weasel-faced and rat-eyed" fellow would be quite cutting.

But those words are indeed harsh.

Being a rural Great Immortal partly requires maintaining an image, but missing out on a big deal with wealthy families, he’s been eating and sleeping poorly, often sitting up at night in regret, hence his haggard appearance.

Now having the chance to stir things up, even though he’s from a Daoist Temple with a grand title—Daoist Qingyun’s name always reached grand heights, ordinary people actually hardly notice it.

Therefore, he smugly thought: He hasn’t clearly defied anything, so the Daoist Temple can’t oversee [a farmer’s]affairs, can they?

As a result, his smile grew even more smug, and all the lines he memorized flowed smoothly:

"Traditionally, how is Feng Shui favorable? It should gather wind and collect energy. Look at this slope, feel the wind—does it capture the wind? Does it gather the energy?"

"When big developers build houses, go take a look in the city, which residential area isn’t flat and expansive?"

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