Lu Baixiang turned his head to look at Chen Pingan, who had quietly sat down on the long bench, and said helplessly, “I’m out of ideas.”

Seeing Chen Pingan, Pei Qian immediately changed her tune like a mouse seeing a cat, and said seriously, “Then let’s start by learning to walk!”

Zhu Lian clicked his tongue and said, “An unyielding opportunist, a profit-losing turncoat.”

Holding the walking stick, Pei Qian retorted angrily, “Don’t think you’re a big deal just because you cook good food! Come out here and fight me if you dare!”

Zhu Lian chuckled and slammed his book shut, then stood up with a stoop, “I don’t believe it! I’m going to spar with you today, or you won’t know that I’m the best fighter in the kitchen at the Dust Pharmacy.”

Pei Qian wasn’t afraid at all, “Alright, let’s have a book-copying competition!”

Zhu Lian sat back on his small stool and continued reading.

Chen Pingan ignored the bickering and antics.

He never restricted Pei Qian in these matters.

Chen Pingan smiled and stood up, feeling a rare moment of leisure, and lightly stepped into the center of the courtyard.

His complexion was still not good, but Chen Pingan’s spirit was excellent at this moment.

He moved slowly with six-step stances, while his hands performed the movements of the Divine Man Drumming boxing form.

The walking stances and boxing form had nothing to do with cultivation level.

If there was a feeling given off by the boxing intent, it was simply “natural.”

Pei Qian only felt that the same walking stances, when Chen Pingan took them seriously, felt comfortable even just watching.

Zhu Lian raised his head, and exclaimed in astonishment, “The intent is quite heavy.”

Lu Baixiang nodded, “I’m far inferior.”

After Chen Pingan finished his boxing and stood still, he looked around and smiled, “Sui Youbian, Wei Xian, it’s your turn.”

Sui Youbian, who had been silently standing by the window, turned around and sat back at her table.

Wei Xian’s muffled voice came from inside the room, “Overbearing and peerless.”

Pei Qian squatted on the ground, holding her stomach and laughing wildly, “How dare these guys call me a turncoat?”

Zheng Dafeng even walked to the doorway of the main room, leaned against the doorframe, raised his head and looked at the sun, squinting, “Finally recovered. Any longer and he’d be growing mold.”

Pei Qian asked in surprise, “Zheng Dafeng, you can walk now? Don’t overdo it, or you’ll fall on your face and be back in bed for another half a month.”

Zheng Dafeng chuckled, “My little lady, please have some mercy on me!”

Pei Qian rolled her eyes, “Giving you kindness is like throwing pearls before swine.”

Chen Pingan nodded to Zheng Dafeng, then sat back on the long bench. Pei Qian fawned over him, bringing some melon seeds. The two, one big and one small, sat on the long bench, she opened her small hand full of melon seeds, keeping it in front of Chen Pingan.

Zheng Dafeng walked very slowly, taking small steps, strolling under the eaves of the main room. He was definitely not acting rashly or forcing himself to get up.

But this man kept his back hunched.

Everyone seemed to not see this, each doing their own thing. Lu Baixiang took the chessboard and chess box to play chess with Sui Youbian. Zhu Lian read his book, Wei Xian slept. Pei Qian accompanied Chen Pingan eating melon seeds.

The small pharmacy had a bit of the atmosphere of the New Year.

One day at noon, the Dust Pharmacy actually received a guest other than Fan Junmao and his sister.

A true guest.

He was an old man with a foreign accent, who bought a lot of medicinal herbs from the pharmacy, but complained that the prices were a little expensive.

Zhao Shiyin, the earth spirit, could only secretly signal to Chen Pingan through mental communication, that she could only tell that this person had quite a condensed Dragon Gate Realm cultivation.

Chen Pingan was quite calm, having already fought against Du Mao of the Ascended Realm, so he had at least seen some big waves, and possessed this much composure.

The Sword Spirit relayed a few words from the Sage of Literature, which allowed Chen Pingan to understand some more things.

The principles of the world have always existed. Some people pick them up, treat them as precious treasures, while others disdain them, and some even trample on them.

It’s not that the principles are wrong or bad.

But that there is a problem with people’s hearts.

The Sword Spirit especially spoke more about that elderly Confucian scholar guarding the northern sky of Tongye Continent, saying that his ending wasn’t too good. According to Old Xiucai, he might lose the qualification to eat cold pork head meat.