What does a boy have to experience to grow into a man?

Maybe it's just running away from home once.

The Martial Saint indeed went to school by himself, not allowing his sister Duanmu to see him off.

The morning light was just rising.

In the lush Spring and Autumn Plaza, known as a natural oxygen bar, Jiang Chen breathed deeply, his arms extended forward, knees bent, and his body slightly swaying back and forth in rhythm with his toe tapping.

Tanki Liuli, who had some free time, stood by and watched him silently.

"Eight pieces of brocade."

Seemingly worried the other might not understand, Jiang Chen explained while exercising, "With regular practice for a year or so, you can strengthen your body. With perseverance, you may achieve the level of Earthly Immortals."

Duanmu Daoist nun, finding it a bit amusing, showed no reaction, only asking, "Where did you learn this?"

"Online, you can find it with a simple search."

After finishing a set of movements, Jiang Chen withdrew his hands to his abdomen, pressing down, breathing in and out, then stood upright, "Want to learn? I can teach you."

"The movements are wrong."

Tanki Liuli calmly said, "And this isn't the Eight Pieces of Brocade; it looks more like the Eight Section Diamond Exercise."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Chen seemed to just realize his mistake, opposite the unexpected person—a close disciple of a high-ranking Daoist master.

The old immortal with white hair and whiskers still looked vigorous, seemingly having no problem living another ten years.

What does this indicate?

It indicates that the local Taoist tradition, passed down for thousands of years in Shen Zhou, surely has unique insights, maybe even some secret methods for longevity.

In the past, he had tried to inquire about it, but they ignored him.

But times have changed now.

Jiang Chen felt their relationship had made great progress, so he casually and persistently said, "Just kidding. Things that can be passed down, like Tai Chi, can be practiced as exercises, but the true skills are surely kept secret, not taught to outsiders, right?"

Not knowing whether it was innocence or seeing through Jiang Chen's hidden intentions, Tanki Liuli did not respond, just asked, "Do you know how to stand post?"

"Stand post?"

Tanki Liuli demonstrated on the spot.

Indeed, times have changed.

Although it was brief, only a few seconds, it more or less revealed something,

"Learning to stand post can already benefit a normal person immensely."

Normal person.

Jiang Chen felt like laughing.

This girl finally realized he was a bit "abnormal."

"Could you demonstrate again? I didn't quite catch it."

Tanki Liuli patiently repeated it.

Standing post is surely not some secret technique, somewhat similar to horse stance, and also available online. But the movements of the Taoist nun's sister were a bit different. Jiang Chen couldn't quite pinpoint how, just felt she made a seemingly simple move execute with a seamless and pleasing flow.

Could this be what they call natural Taoist method?

Like those uncles in the park, doing Tai Chi like aunts learning square dance.

Yet, in the hands of some skilled masters, Tai Chi turns out so fluently and naturally.

"Clap, clap."

Jiang Chen generously applauded and then humbly asked, "How long do you have to stand until you can achieve the effect of kicking a stone into pieces?"

The kick at the Fish Pond View.

To this day, it left an indelible impression, unbelievably brilliant.

"Until you forget about trying to achieve any effect."

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned.

This statement, it was a bit profound.

Does it mean—when he forgets about wanting to kick a stone into pieces, then he can kick a stone into pieces?

Full of Zen wisdom.

"Thank you for the guidance."

Jiang Chen, with a look of inspiration, then stopped practicing those misleading moves he learned online, taking the Taoist nun's sister for a stroll in the community.

In the East Sea where land is precious, there's no room for the working man's dreams of settling down, but Spring and Autumn Plaza is spacious, so spacious that chances of a surprise encounter are extremely slim.

But, also,

Elderly people love morning exercises; however, if there was a recent car accident and they sprained their foot, it's unlikely they would casually go out.

At CX Entertainment, Jiang Chen noticed the person's foot was still a bit limping.

Tanki Liuli looked towards the white villa appearing in her sight.

A few days ago, she and the Martial Saint had visited as guests, surely she remembered.

"Did you bring water?"

Boss Jiang seemed to be thirsty.

But Duanmu Daoist is a bodyguard, not a nanny, and a Daoist sect master doesn't need grains to survive. At the very least, surviving a day or two without water wouldn't be a problem. How would she have the habit of bringing water?

"I'm going to beg a cup of water."

With that, Jiang Chen walked towards the white villa, appearing much like a monk seeking alms with a cassock and a bowl.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

Jiang Chen calmly rang the doorbell.

Tanki Liuli stood behind him.

No need for another attempt, luckily, the door opened.

Some women, if they don't use a beauty filter, wouldn't dare to face themselves, let alone others; then there are those who can leave the house with just a splash of fresh water on their face.

The Taoist nun standing behind him was one of them.

At this moment, inside the door, was also a top-tier celebrity baring her natural looks.

"Came out for morning exercise, passing through here, suddenly feeling thirsty, so I came to borrow a cup of water."

The classic novels weren't read in vain.

Pei Yunxi looked at him for a while, then glanced at Tanki Liuli behind him, perhaps out of regard for Tanki Liuli, she didn't close the door on him.

She stepped aside.

Jiang Chen stepped inside, not forgetting to give a polite smile to the person in front of him as he did so.

"Yunduo, time for breakfast."

A shout came from the dining room.

"Uncle."

As someone was bringing food to the table, they didn't notice, and Jiang Chen took the initiative to greet.

Indeed.

Parents are all just the same, huh.

How long had it been since he complained to him?

Yet now, dragging his "injured body" he still made breakfast for his daughter.

Pei Linhan looked over at the sound, wearing a surprised expression, "Little Jiang?"

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