Li Chenan was not in a hurry.

Because Zhongli Ruoshui's body is very weak.

Four tents were set up in this wilderness. After a simple dinner, Li Chenan personally cooked a bowl of medicine for Zhong Liruo.

This is Xiaowu's specially prepared medicine for Zhongli Ruoshui's illness.

Among them, the two most precious medicinal herbs were brought by Li Chenan from the Treasure Pavilion of the Imperial Palace when he left Kyoto, and the rest were bought on the way.

Li Chenan did not expect that Zhongli Ruoshui would get sick so quickly this time, because Xiao Wu once said that even if he got sick again, it would be in the cold winter.

But it’s only early autumn.

It must be due to the exhaustion of traveling all the way.

Li Chenan sat on the makeshift bedside with a medicine bowl in his hand, and Zhongli Ruoshui leaned in his arms.

The mask has been taken off, revealing Zhongli Ruoshui's pale and sweaty face.

"I'm really useless!"

"Fool, just drink this medicine and you'll be fine. We're almost at the Xijian Tower. If we walk slower later, it won't take more than two or three days."

Zhongli Ruoshui's smile seemed very weak. She looked outside the tent and saw the moonlight there.

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is at its roundest."

"No, the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round."

Zhongli Ruoshui glanced at Li Chenan: "I'm not a three-year-old child... Do you think that on this year's Mid-Autumn Festival night, will the literary circles in Yujing City hold another Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Of course. Come on, drink the medicine first."

Zhongli Ruoshui frowned slightly, "It's really hard."

"Hey, good medicine is bitter in taste and good for the disease. I will have to drink this medicine for half a month."

"Let's go to Xijian Tower and see what's going on. We stayed in Xijian Tower for a long time. Time flies. As soon as autumn is gone, winter is here... drink medicine!"

Zhongli Ruoshui frowned and drank a bowl of medicine, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Li Chenan put the bowl aside and said with a forced smile:

"We have to see if we have the conditions to build a warm pavilion on the Wangqing Terrace of Xijian Tower. That way you will be more comfortable during the winter."

Zhongli Ruoshui lay in Li Chenan's arms again, just like a cat.

She asked curiously: "The Forgetting Platform... I don't know what it looks like? Why did it get such a name?"

"Since it's called a platform, I'm afraid it's a platform extending out from the mountainside. I guess it can be used to build a house."

"Wangqing... I guess this name was chosen casually. It may be that the Patriarch forgot some past stories after he became a Grand Master in the Great Perfection of Fuji Zhou Tian Jue."

Zhongli Ruoshui sighed for three breaths and turned to look at Li Chenan:

"Then...if you also meditate on those eighteen techniques and step into the door of the Grand Master, will you also forget about Sister Xiao and me?"

Li Chenan scratched Zhongli Ruoshui's little nose lovingly, "How could that be?"

"You are the two most important women in my life. Even if I forget myself, I will never forget you."

Zhongli Ruoshui said nothing more.

That pale face was filled with a happy smile.

It's quiet here.

The moonlight entered the tent and shone on the bed in front of the bed.

Half an hour later, Zhongli Ruoshui gradually became sleepy.

Her eyelids slowly closed, and after half an hour, she fell asleep.

Li Chenan carefully put her down, covered her with a quilt, stood in front of the window and looked at her for ten breaths, then turned around and walked out.

Standing in the deserted wilderness, he raised his head and looked at the moon.

Outside a tent not far away, Bu Jinghong was also sitting on the grass, holding his sword and looking up at the moon.

Li Chenan walked over, and Bu Jinghong looked away, stood up quickly, and bowed: "Mr. Li!"

"Um...sit."

The two of them sat on the floor.

"homesick?"

Bu Jinghong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I... I originally had a family, but since I was six years old, I no longer have a family."

Li Chenan turned his head and looked at Bu Jinghong in confusion. Bu Jinghong told Li Chenan the past that had been buried in his heart for more than 20 years.

Only then did Li Chenan realize that this lone wolf's life had been so miserable, and his life experience was also so miserable.

Bu Jinghong talked for a full hour.

He never said these words to anyone.

Even Ximen Chuihua doesn't know.

But he chose to tell Li Chenan because he felt that Mr. Li was someone worthy of his trust.

Those things had been weighing on his heart for a long time. After telling them tonight, instead of falling into the pain of those memories, he felt relieved.

"This is generally a relief."

"Please sir, please don't laugh at me."

Li Chenan shook his head: "How could I laugh at you? Everyone will experience various things when they come to this world."

"Happy lives are much the same, but miserable lives are all different."

"There are different attitudes toward suffering."

"I have a little brother, his name is Xiao Wu. Maybe you will have a chance to get to know him in the future."

"He is only seventeen or eighteen years old now. He is also an orphan and was born deaf and mute. This life experience is quite miserable. It is said that there is no sunshine in his life, but he is more sunny than anyone else!"

"He has the cleanest eyes I have ever seen and the most compassionate heart."

"But his compassion is not blind. When dealing with enemies or helping friends, his methods... are comparable to Shura."

"There is always a smile on his face, and that smile is more beautiful than the bright moonlight."

"He said... there was no hatred in his heart. Even if his parents abandoned him, he thought it was because his parents had unspeakable difficulties, so he lived happily every day."

"This is his happiness, not material, but from the heart."

"In my opinion, when happiness comes, we can embrace it with a normal heart; when facing suffering... we should have an unyielding heart to fight."

He slowly stood up, looked at the full moon in the sky, and said leisurely:

"Destiny is said to be destined by God. In my opinion, if it is destined to be happiness, then of course there is no harm in going with it."

"But if it gives you suffering..."

Li Chenan walked towards the camp where Zhongli Ruoshui was, with his hands behind his back, and said a few more words:

"Humans are not born for suffering!"

"Man may not be able to defeat God, but my destiny is up to me and not God!"

Bu Jinghong's eyes widened and he was suddenly shocked!

He spent more than twenty years in killing.

He has gone through unimaginable hardships to survive until now.

He always believed that such suffering was his destiny!

Over the years, he has become accustomed to such suffering and has even submitted to it.

But the gentleman said:

"I control my own life?!"

Bu Jinghong stood up and bowed to Li Chenan's back: "Thank you sir!"

Li Chenan turned his back to Bu Jinghong and waved:
Chapter completed!