"Maybe it will take a month," he said.

Lv Liang smiled, "I see, just twenty-five days then." He sighed with slight relief.

"Twenty-five days?" Fan Wubing suddenly remembered his poor understanding of numbers, "A month is thirty days."

"Thirty days!" Lv Liang's eyes widened in surprise, "Five more days than twenty-five?"

"Yes."

Lv Liang seemed to lose his appetite, placing the bun in his hand aside, lowering his head with furrowed brows, he began muttering, "One, two, three, four, five... ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, twenty-five, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six... No, that's not right, no thirty, just twenty-five."

"Young Master Lv?"

Lv Liang rubbed his temples, looking awkward, "No thirty, just twenty-five."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm saying." Lv Liang found it hard to explain, stammering for a while, his face turning red with urgency, "Ah… Brother Fan, can you and Miss Fu, along with that adorable little Chan'Er… leave five days earlier?"

"Why leave earlier?"

Lv Liang covered his face, shivering, "Just feeling that thirty is an unlucky number."

"This..."

Lv Liang suddenly smiled again, "Ah, I'm just kidding, don't mind it."

Though he was smiling, his body seemed panicked. He stood up hastily, took his breakfast, "Brother Fan, I'm heading back first."

Then, without waiting for Fan Wubing to speak, he left in a hurry.

Just as he exited the warm room, he nearly collided head-on with Fu Manman and Chan'Er. To avoid bumping into them, he braced his feet firmly, lost balance, and fell into the snow on the side, with the buns and pastries in his hand rolling far away.

Fu Manman exclaimed, "Young Master Lv!" and wanted to help him up.

Lv Liang quickly got up, picked up the buns and pastries in the snow, and left in a hurry.

"This..."

Fu Manman stared in a daze, not understanding what had happened.

Chan'Er widened her eyes, staring blankly at the footprints Lv Liang left in the snow.

...

"What happened to him?" Fu Manman sat across from Fan Wubing, asking curiously.

Chan'Er chewed on a steaming hot meat bun, her eyes tearing up from the steam.

Fan Wubing pondered for a moment, "I don't know. It seems like some cognitive disorder or mental illness, but... it's hard to say." After all, this is the Cultivation World, perhaps he practiced some strange Cultivation Technique, causing some meridian in his brain to be blocked.

"He seems to be quite a nice person."

"Mm… but it's unclear what his intentions are. Logically, we're just acquaintances from a chance encounter."

In a good mood, Fu Manman hugged Chan'Er and asked, "Chan'Er, what do you think?"

Chan'Er looked up from her embrace, staring at her chin, tried speaking for a long time, then lowered her head to continue chewing the bun.

Fan Wubing suddenly smiled mysteriously, "I have a gift for you, would you like it?"

"What, what?" Fu Manman's eyes lit up, her interest immediately piqued.

Fan Wubing took out Bao Li.

"Is this a zither? Such a strange design... You want to give it to me?"

"No." Fan Wubing placed his hands on the frame of Bao Li, the twenty-one strings stretched from right to left.

"Wow, how magical." Fu Manman's eyes widened.

Fan Wubing plucked the meaning within the tune with his fingers.

The sound entered her ears, reaching her heart.

Fu Manman suddenly felt herself walking into a sea of flowers. A gentle breeze passed by, stirring waves of flowers, lifting her hair and dress. She was the fairy among flowers, unwilling to touch the dust.

As the tune ended, Fu Manman returned to her senses, staring at him blankly, "You… how did you suddenly know how to play this?"

Fan Wubing said proudly, "I learned it the entire first half of the night yesterday."

"Just the first half of the night, and you play... this well?"

"As long as you think it sounds good."

Fu Manman asked, "Did you learn it specially for me?"

"The zither wasn't learned specially for you. But that piece just now was."

"Eh, why, why, why…"

"When I hear this piece, I think of that night."

"Which night?"

"That night in Canglang Country. I walked through a sea of flowers and saw you standing at the center of the pond... it was that night."

Fu Manman's face turned red, "Why that night."

"Don't you like it?"

"I like it, it's just... a bit embarrassing." She tightened herself... because she was seen in full that night. Reluctantly, she asked, "What's the name of this piece?"

Fan Wubing replied, "The 'Pity-Flower-Qing Sonata'. 'Pity' as in 'feeling sorry'."

"It's really nice..." Fu Manman placed her chin on top of Chan'Er's head, pressing the little girl's neck a notch shorter. Her eyes weren't focused, "Will you write pieces for other girls?"

"Don't always think about things that haven't happened yet."

"Mm… I'm fine just being big brother's sister." Fu Manman laughed.

"Still calling me that?"

"It's quite nice."

After breakfast around the stove, Fan Wubing went back to his room, set up a barrier, and started playing one piece after another.

He didn't attempt to perform "Rain Dragon's River Echo", because even without trying, he knew that with his current level and state, he couldn't play it.

During his play, he discovered an additional benefit.

If he played while breathing rhythmically and felt the true meaning in the tune, his blood would increase very quickly.

[+200 points]

Each breathing session added two hundred points.

In total, with one hour of breathing, he could add 360,000 blood points. For a whole day, that would be four million points.

At this speed, it's already considered extremely exaggerated.

Of course, Fan Wubing wouldn't stay all day playing there. He's well aware that music isn't something that becomes more useful the more you practice, but rather relies more on a certain feeling.

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