Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1939 - 1718: The Remarkable Ling Qi

The car drove steadily back to Yunqiao Village.

As they got out of the car, Qin Yun and He Kuang were still encouraging each other:

"With my typing speed, I can finish 4,000 words in one hour without experiencing writer’s block! I’ll take a quick battle shower and then dive straight into work!"

He Kuang was equally confident: "Then I’ll book a 4000-word room first and wait for you."

Filled with enthusiasm, they sat down after their showers, but fatigue soon swept over them.

Moreover, the night in Yunqiao Village was extraordinarily quiet; his wife and children were exhausted and had gone to sleep, making their gentle breathing even more pronounced in the silence.

Morning would come all too soon...

Qin Yun yawned, trying to write a detailed outline, but his hands lingered idly over the keyboard for a while, his mind utterly blank.

He sat there, slumping over, tempted to pull out his phone to scroll through TikTok or start a game.

After dawdling for a while, he noticed that He Kuang had written 56 words in the writing room, which inexplicably comforted him.

No rush, no rush...

He thought to himself: He Kuang’s typing speed is only 2000, I’ll take a short nap first...

The night deepened.

...

Song Tan, still awake, lay on the terrace, surrounded by spiraling spiritual energy, with wisps of mist swirling over Yunqiao Village in her view.

Complete silence reigned as flora and fauna breathed deeply; squirrels clustered rustlingly on the walls, while several cats comfortably settled in the yard.

So, what did Lun Chuan mean today?

She closed her eyes, her consciousness moving slowly forward, with spiritual energy like tiny antennae silently sweeping across roads, rooftops, and flower clusters.

Then, she arrived near a familiar presence.

In the room, Lun Chuan had also just finished washing up and was now holding his phone, leaning against the bed, the screen still on a group chat —

[Medicine Jar Group]

[Group Friend A: It’s too hot, my Blue Moonstone rose blooms have flattened...]

[Group Friend B: Even the rainy summer in blue isn’t working]

[Group Friend C: My Blue Storm tree has been planted for a year and still hasn’t bloomed!]

Lun Chuan stared at the screen, hesitating to open the album, selecting and deselecting a carefully taken pure blue rose photo over and over...

But ultimately, he chose a close-up of a blue petal from the rose:

[A blue rose my girlfriend gave me]

Despite the late hour, group friends remained lively, quickly commenting: [The color’s edited beautifully]

[AI-generated image, right? Still, looks strangely real]

[If there were roses this color, I’d go bankrupt to buy them, haha]

[You’d be out of luck; first, many experts would fly in for it]

As the group heatedly discussed, the photo was suddenly withdrawn.

Lun Chuan turned off his phone and lay down, the bedside lamp casting light across his face, adding a jade-like luster.

He chuckled silently, his handsome brows and serene expression quietly reflecting.

Retrieving her awareness, Song Tan searched on her phone—

Oh, even genetic cultivation can’t create a pure blue rose.

But spiritual energy doesn’t abide by logic.

If it did, how could it influence the life and death of flora?

She lounged on the railing, sharing a silent laugh as she lay back on the terrace hammock.

The spiritual energy swirled and layered, enveloping Yunqiao Village in an unseen thin mist, while Song Tan gazed up into the dark night sky—

Layered water vapor gradually gathered unnoticed.

It’s going to rain.

...

Even though moisture in the air kept gathering, the weather forecast showed rain would only come after two sunny days.

And when Song Tan got up in the morning, Lun Chuan was already standing in the yard, shaking an empty bottle:

"They said they wanted to fish yesterday, but no one’s up yet. Just the thought of digging worms felt like quite an experience, so I’ll leave it for them to do themselves."

That’s nice.

City folks coming to the countryside should have such experiences; otherwise, how should they pass their time without much entertainment?

Song Tan laughed as she rushed downstairs: "Then let’s go on a date ourselves—how about picking peaches? Some Eagle Beak Peaches are ripe."

Hearing this, Wu Lan couldn’t help but sigh:

Why do young people go on dates every day, always here in the fields or over there at the grounds?

They lack neither money nor time; couldn’t they go and explore like others?

Going abroad is fine too!

After thinking for a moment, she added: "When you’re picking, pick a basket to bring back, I’ll have Ling Qi take it."

Song Tan was instantly surprised: "When did cousin get here?"

Wu Lan didn’t quite know how to explain: "Wasn’t yesterday Sunday? He came early in the morning, worked a day with the villagers, ate in the mountain’s cafeteria, and didn’t tell us at all."

"He went to the field again this morning, and when he was leaving, he mentioned wanting to bring some breakfast for his girlfriend. That’s when I realized he was here too..."

Last night, he went to the urban area for a barbecue and didn’t bring her along, how awkward.

But Zhu Lingqi didn’t feel awkward at all.

He was young and full of energy, meeting up with his girlfriend after work every day, tidying up at his girlfriend’s place on Saturdays, and when he couldn’t manage, cleaning a bit.

On Sundays, he would come to his uncle’s house to work for a day...

Hehe!

He starts work at 8 a.m. on Monday, and it’s only five-thirty now. He could work a bit more, take a shower, and still have time to bring breakfast and drive to the city by 7 o’clock!

In short, sharing delicious breakfast with his girlfriend doesn’t take advantage of his uncle’s house, makes his girlfriend happy, saves a big chunk of food expense, and strengthens family bonds...

A win-win!

The youthful and clever Zhu Lingqi feels quite satisfied with his fulfilling life.

Aunt even said she’d pick a basket of peaches today—wow, their peaches are really expensive, back in the day, Zhu Lingqi wouldn’t accept them no matter what.

After all, isn’t it a waste to eat something that can be sold for money?

But his girlfriend’s father is about to have a birthday, and traditionally he should offer tobacco and alcohol. Now with these peaches, doesn’t it save another big sum?

It can even bring honor to his family!

Cousin is spirited, cousin is full of energy!

Cousin had his car parked outside at 4:30 in the morning, didn’t even say a word, and just started working with the workers up the hill.

But Song Tan was speechless.

Alright then.

Zhu Lingqi’s cousin’s work wasn’t for nothing, as she planned to send these fruits to her aunt’s and great-aunt’s house anyway.

"I’ll pick two baskets and also pack a nice box separately for cousin. Brother Yanping doesn’t want to go back, so he’s just right to have cousin drive by after work."

"Oh, you should ask Old Zhao to deliver!"

Wu Lan quickly said, "The fruit market is far from the urban area, with that kind of driving, your cousin would feel terrible about the gas."

Song Tan: ... Mom, if you keep talking, the peaches I’m about to send might as well be replaced with cash of equal value and a basket of ordinary peaches at three pounds for ten yuan.

Otherwise, her Brother Lingqi might even calculate the cost of a bite.

Even Lun Chuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Had it been earlier, Wu Lan would surely have hidden her embarrassment from Lun Chuan, but now...

She also said helplessly, "You see, your grandparents raised children, they either turned out like your honest dad or your big uncle, and now there’s your big aunt like this. Oddly enough, they can lead their own lives with gusto..."

While she wouldn’t comment on Song Dafang, it doesn’t mean others aren’t living happily.

In comparison, it seems the children of the Old Wu Family are rather conventional.

Sigh, after thinking and thinking, it feels like there’s nothing unique?

But on second thought, Yanping doesn’t have a proper job to this day, even though he graduated from a prestigious university, he’s now running a homestay in the village, and that’s even with debt.

Wu Lei is also a college-educated student, yet instead of working in the city, he’s back to the village raising cattle and horses...

Tantan’s grandpa, despite his disability, remains determined, now engrossed in weaving baskets, patterns, and learning to weave grass mats... even at seventy or eighty years old, he’s still in the prime of his life for adventuring!

Thinking about it like this, Wu Lan felt that although their generation seems mundane, both the older and the younger generations have their own distinct characteristics.

Meanwhile, Song Sancheng quietly listened for a long time, and now he picked up his fishing rod from the warehouse:

"How many people are going fishing with them? When do they plan to fish? I know a great spot—"

Qiaoqiao was holding her rice bowl, eating, when she suddenly spoke: "I know! Daddy’s good spot is deep in the Riverside Beach, in that winding place."

Song Sancheng smiled proudly, "You’re wrong, it’s not there. Fishing there with our earthworms, it’s a sure catch every time, where’s the fun in that?"

"Fishing is all about the challenge!"

Qiaoqiao, holding her rice bowl, looked at him, opened her mouth, and said no more.

And though she refrained, Old Song’s partner wouldn’t let it go, "Is it because the fish in our river are too smart, and if you don’t dig good earthworms, they completely ignore you? Sitting there day in and day out, not even catching a tiny fish."

"So where did you go now? Didn’t you move outside our river surface, did you?"

Song Tan’s original contract for the Riverside Beach includes the deep section enclosed by the cliffs on both sides.

Here, the water flows deep and slow, the wind blows inward, the temperature remains relatively stable, and the wind on the river isn’t so fierce.

Whether it’s for planting pasture or livestock farming, including fish, shrimp, and crab, all are particularly suitable.

But once you navigate a small boat out of the canyon, you enter the public river section ahead, where the water surface is much deeper and broader.

But because of the gentle slopes on both sides, it has always attracted many fishermen over the years...

Wu Lan thought about this and couldn’t help but sigh, "Back then, you used to ride a bicycle to pick me up, complaining it was exhausting and far. But when it comes to fishing now, you are willing to go anywhere..."

Song Sancheng felt greatly wronged!

How is that the same?!

Back then, it was a dirt road with hills both ways, both long and steep. Riding a bicycle alone was nerve-wracking, let alone with someone.

How could that not be tiring?

When pedaling uphill, he always got off to push the bike.

Now although fishing might be a bit far, the house has an electric boat! Put on a vest, open the boat, and you can take everything, an umbrella, small stool, big thermos, and it’s effortless!

All in all, how could those who don’t fish understand a fisherman’s affairs?

He snorted and decided not to argue with Wu Lan like a chicken talking with a duck.