Chapter 432: 431 (first watch of the night)
"It’s getting late, I need to go for a run. You keep sleeping," Chu Jin pried off the hand around her waist, got out of bed, found a set of sportswear from the closet, and went to the washroom to change.
She moved quickly, brushing her teeth and washing her face in just 15 minutes.
When she ca out of the washroom, Mr. Mo was still sleeping in bed. Chu Jin tiptoed downstairs, then jogged to the community garden to run.
The morning air was very fresh.
The garden was still filled with a light fragrance of flowers.
There were also many elderly n and won exercising.
Occasionally, one could hear the chirping of birds, which was quite rare in the bustling downtown area.
After a few laps, Chu Jin stopped to perform a set of punches. Her style was very unique, embodying the boldness of n without losing the gentleness of won, harmonious and fluid like drifting clouds and flowing water, full of an agile beauty. After she finished, she actually gained quite a few fans, and there was a round of applause.
"Young lady, what is this style of punching called? I’ve never seen it before," asked an old man with a white beard, smiling jovially.
The talking old man was an exercise enthusiast whom Chu Jin often saw in the community garden. He was good at various styles of martial arts: Tai Chi, Xing Yi Quan, the Five Animal Frolics, and so on, but this was the first ti he had seen Chu Jin’s unique style.
Although the young lady was young, her punching was not just for show; it looked substantial, like a form of performance art, exceptionally beautiful.
The old man wasn’t a layperson, he knew that while it was easy to practice the forms, mastering the bone structure was difficult. For a young girl to perform punches like these was truly impressive.
She also looked refreshing, very likable at first glance.
The old man was keen on making friends with this young person.
With a smile on her face, Chu Jin said, "Hello, Grandpa. This is called ’Falling Bone Fist,’ created by a hermit from the Song Dynasty." This set of punches she read about in the ancient books of the Purple Thunder Space, which did not specify the creator, just that it ca from the Song Dynasty era.
"Falling Bone Fist?" The old man stroked his beard, "I’ve never heard this na before. Young lady, do you mind if this old man follows you to learn a few moves?"
"Of course not," Chu Jin replied with a slight smile.
The elderly and the young were imitating each other’s moves in the garden, both looking skilled, creating a very beautiful scene. Although the old man was well past his pri, he was quick to learn, and after one set, he had already mastered most of it.
The two also had a very pleasant conversation.
Half an hour later, the old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Jin, let’s stop here for today, and let’s continue tomorrow."
Chu Jin nodded slightly, "Okay, Grandpa. See you tomorrow morning."
After bidding farewell to the old man, Chu Jin headed in the direction of the villas.
"Chu Jin?"
Just then, a deep male voice ca from behind, questioning.
Chu Jin stopped in her tracks and turned around to see a sunny young man in a T-shirt with a handso curve on his face, long legs, nearly a height of 1.8 ters, a face beaded with sweat from exercise, and exuding the scent of hormones.
An 18-year-old youth, handso as jade, brimming with youthfulness, attracting the gaze of countless young girls wherever he went.
It’s just a pity he encountered Chu Jin.
"What’s up?" Chu Jin’s tone was indifferent.
"What a coincidence," Wang Kai scratched his head, "you live here too?"
eting Chu Jin here was no accident. Once he had made up his mind to pursue her, he had done his howork after going ho and found out that she lived in Huagui Park, so he imdiately bought a villa here.
He had been living here for about ten days, knowing that Chu Jin had a habit of morning runs, so he ca out for a run every morning. Previously, he had just watched her from afar, but this morning he finally could not contain his excited heart.
"You live here too?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Yeah," Wang Kai nodded excitedly, "I didn’t expect you to live here too. By the way, are you also out for a run?"
The girl in front of him was dressed in a simple sports outfit, her complexion fair as jade, adding a lively charm to her usually cold deanor that made it hard to take one’s eyes off her. Wang Kai found himself distracted for a mont.
Chu Jin had no intention of playing a youthful ga of chase with him. "Yes, I have sothing else to do; I have to go." With those words, she turned and left.
Watching her retreating figure, the corners of Wang Kai’s mouth curved up with a determined arc.
Mo family.
The ti to the Extrely Yin Night was getting ever closer.
The entire Mo family had entered a new state of readiness.
"Mom, are you planning to invest in gemstones?" Mo Qingyi asked curiously, looking at the pile of red crystals in the courtyard.
The red crystals, under the sunlight, appeared so piercing, shining, and dazzling.
All of these crystals were of high quality; any single piece taken out would be worth a fortune.
A layer of red flas wafted above the courtyard. Mo Qingyi could clearly feel that the closer she got to the crystals, the hotter it beca around her, to the point it almost took her breath away.
Belonging to fire, the red crystals had caused so nearby plants to show signs of withering, as if scorched by a fierce blaze.
The old madam Mo didn’t speak. Instead, she took a dagger handed by a servant and drew it across her wrist, imdiately dropping her blood onto the crystals, producing a wisp of blue smoke.
The blood seed to co to life, swimming through the crystals like cunning fish, casting an even more brilliant red glow.
The servants nearby maintained an expressionless face, as if they were accustod to such scenes, whereas Mo Qingyi stood frozen, drawing in a sharp breath at the sight.
The situation before her clearly defied any scientific explanation.
"Qingyi," after a long while, the old madam Mo finally began to speak, "how old are you this year?"
"Mom?" Mo Qingyi looked at her mother in confusion, wondering if she was becoming muddled—didn’t she know her own daughter’s age?
Although she thought this, Mo Qingyi still honestly replied, "18."
years had passed.
It had been 18 years since she left the Superpower World.
A lifeti passes in the blink of an eye, as clouds change over the tranquil hills, so things still perceptible as if they occurred yesterday.
Yet in the blink of an eye, 18 years had gone by.
On the Extrely Yin Night, succeed in the tribulation and you’re crowned king.
Fail, and you descend into the abyss of hell.
The old madam Mo squinted her eyes, looking forward, her gaze deep and unfathomable, concealing her true feelings, "There are so things that it’s ti for
to tell you. Co with ."
Mo Qingyi had never seen her mother like this before, a bit weathered, a bit sorrowful, an indescribable feeling.
"Mom, what is it you want to tell ?" Mo Qingyi turned, linking arms with the old madam Mo, supporting her as they walked forward.
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