Yin Yang Master 94 Reincarnation of Ten Generations

  "So you know each other." Du Sulin said, looking at Lan Er's surprised expression. No wonder, no wonder he agreed to his request so readily, no wonder he knew of Lan Er's existence.

  Taiyangzi smiled at Lan'er, "Ten years without seeing you, are you still well?"

  "You say I'm good or not?" Lan Er quickly recovered from her surprised state, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, raised her chin slightly, looking extremely displeased with the person in front of her.

  "It seems to be not bad," Tàiyángzi pretended to look around and then looked up and down at Lán'ér, "The spiritual power is also cultivated very quickly, it's really not bad. Dù Sīlín, I should thank you for bringing out such a good disciple for me." He turned his head and smiled with a deeper meaning.

  "Disciple?" Du Sulin was taken aback, could Lanzhen really be his disciple?

  "Who is your disciple? You're thinking too much!"

  Taiyangzi burst out laughing, not minding Lanner's attitude at all. "Lan'er, ten years ago when I first met you in Xiangxi, I wanted to take you as my disciple. You have been doing good deeds for ten lifetimes and are already a fairy, the only thing missing is a guide. However, at that time, I had something on my body and couldn't stay long. When I went back again, you were no longer there. In such a vast Xiangxi, finding one person is not easy, but it's also not impossible. My teacher said that the opportunity for us to meet has not yet truly arrived. Now that ten years have passed, our master-disciple relationship should begin."

  "Are you saying let's start now?" Lan Er stared at him, her puffed up appearance still had an alluring charm, but the abacus in her heart was calculating rapidly, "What benefits are there to being your disciple?"

  "You underestimate me!" Sunzi laughed, "I'm the same as you, reincarnated ten times, doing good deeds for ten lifetimes. However, in my tenth lifetime, I encountered a mishap and suffered a ten-year tribulation. To be exact, during your third and seventh lifetimes, my past life was already your master. As for the benefits you mentioned, they should be gone by now."

  The sunny son's calm and leisurely appearance made Lan'er want to get angry but couldn't, while Du Si Lin, sandwiched between the two, was not helpless at all, but instead delighted in watching Tai Yang Zi's joke. Just now, Tai Yang Zi had let her suffer a lot of losses.

  "Alright, my dear disciple, I still have some things to discuss with Tai Guang. Today isn't your big gathering? You should go and help out, there are a few young people who are quite handsome." Tai Yang Zi almost floated over to Lan Er's side, smiling with deep meaning.

  Lan Er finally got angry: "Who is your good apprentice!" She took a look at Du Si Lin, and the charming and moving eyes like autumn water seemed to hide some words, but ultimately still closed her eyes. In just an instant, she twisted her slender waist and pinched Du Si Lin's face, smiling and saying: "I'll go help!"

  Before leaving, Lan Er fiercely stared at Tai Yang Zi, causing him to burst into loud laughter, and he couldn't help but think that with such a disciple, the days ahead would never be dull again.

  After Lan Er brought the door up, Tai Yang Zi said in a low voice: "My disciple seems to have taken a liking to you."

  Du Sulin gave Tai Yangzi a cold glance and said in a chilly tone: "I didn't bring you out to listen to your nonsense."

  Taiyangzi shook his head helplessly and sighed: "My purpose for coming was only for Lan'er, but you made me come for Haotian. I promised to help you, but I still want to advise you that Haotian's obsession is more terrifying than you think. Once my appearance breaks his obsession and makes him realize that his efforts are impossible to achieve, he will do things that even he cannot imagine."

  "So what should I call you, Luo Qian, or..." Du Sulin looked at Tai Yangzi, not minding his previous words.

  "Just call me Tai Yang Zi then." Tai Yang Zi waved his hand, "Luo Qian is already dead. In this world, there will no longer be any existence of Luo Qian."

  It turned out that this handsome and elegant man was actually Luo Qian. No wonder his eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly similar to Peng Luofei's.

  "You're quite carefree!" Du Siling sneered, "It's hard for Peng Haotian to have been infatuated with you for so long!"

  "This isn't something you should be thinking about right now," Tai Yangzi still maintained a calm and composed demeanor, but his tone was somewhat uneasy. After all, Luo Qian was someone from his past, a memory from his long life. "You and Xiao Qingzhu, whom you treasure like a precious gem, are both preoccupied with your own thoughts. Du Siling, if things were to go as you imagine, and the worst-case scenario were to occur, even if you were to die, what would happen to Xiao Qingzhu?"

  "This isn't something you should be worried about!" Du Sulin's heart had always been unwilling to face the thing that Tai Yangzi brought up, and she became irrationally annoyed. "Tai Yangzi, behave yourself tonight!"

  "Then, answer me one more question," Tai Yangzi said with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, shrugging his shoulders. Seeing Du Si Lin's frantic appearance, he was actually feeling quite good. "Even if Teacher can't help you recover your memories, it shouldn't be difficult for him to help you recall the past and let you see your past memories with his abilities. Why did you refuse?"

  His mind flashed back to when Du Sulin refused his teacher Bian Chengwang with a resolute and unwavering attitude. Memories were so insignificant to her that she didn't even need time to consider refusing?

  "Are you an idiot?" Du Sulin stepped closer to Tai Yangzi, his eyes as sharp as a dagger, cold and ruthless.

  Taiyangzi only felt a chill on his back, and involuntarily used his spiritual power to float up to a certain height, pulling away from Dusilin's distance, as if this could alleviate the coolness in his heart.

  Du Sulin's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm, she turned around and left, "Tai Yangzi, sometimes because you cherish something more, that's why you refuse without hesitation. If you still can't understand, then I have no way to explain it."

  The sun had just set, and although his feet were firmly on the ground, it didn't bring him any extra sense of security. He watched as Du Si Lin's tall figure gradually disappeared from view, wild and free, yet untainted by even a speck of dust. He smiled wryly to himself, laughing at how he couldn't see through such simple truths, and also laughing at how after living for so many years, he still wasn't as clear-sighted as Du Si Lin.

  But in an instant, he transformed into a stream of light and caught up with Du Sulin, once again transforming into the sun itself, with its chain wrapped around her wrist.

  "I understand, Duslin. From now on, I really hope you can win." The voice of Taiyangzi sounded in Duslin's ear.

  Du Sulin smiled, her hand resting on the banister of the stairs. In the living room, a group of young people were listening to an old man tell some interesting stories. Ding Yile was a lively and cheerful person, and he often collaborated with Jing Jie's siblings, making everyone laugh out loud from time to time. Chen Zhou Ting's gaze had fallen on Du Sulin as soon as she appeared at the stairs, but ultimately only stayed for a moment before moving away. The little ones were playing with egg tarts on the side, while Dong Shuanghe was still indulging in his collection of wines that were hundreds of years old, but now he had an additional wine companion, Lan Er. Lan Er came from a humble background and had a deep understanding of wine, which could even rival Dong Shuanghe's. However, unlike him, she truly loved wine and was infatuated with it, not just collecting them for their medicinal properties.

  Xiao Qingzhu and Ye Huanxiang were two culinary masters who were busy in the kitchen.

  In the world in front of Du Sulin, it seemed to be filled with a warm and hazy air, which made her heart relax involuntarily. Her cold and stern expression finally became gentle. She stretched out her hand, her slender and delicate hand blocking some of the light, she grasped at the air as if catching something. She withdrew her fist and slowly opened it in front of her eyes.

  Her pale palm was empty. Du Sulin smiled and perhaps she was laughing at her own foolish behavior just now.

  She walked slowly down the stairs, wanting to walk faster because her happiness was ahead of her, but she still took each step with caution, fearing that if she wasn't careful, everything in front of her would become an illusion.

  Until a familiar breath rushed into her nostrils, even if there was the tempting dish in front of her and the strong wine aroma beside her, Duslin still caught this comforting and dependable breath in the first moment.

  Xiao Qing's smile was like a crescent moon, her eyes growing larger and larger in Du Si Lin's gaze. Du Si Lin also smiled, not a cold smile, nor one with any chill, but the happiest and most natural smile from deep within her heart.

  She took the plate handed over by Xiao Qingzhu, walked to the edge of the dinner table and put it down. Looking at the dishes on the table that could be described as dazzling and densely packed, she couldn't help but take a cold breath, these three people!

  Jing Jie loves good food and has always had the habit of collecting various recipes. Unknowingly, over three hundred years have passed, she is not only a medical saint but also a culinary god. These dishes, some may be lost in history, Ye Huanxi and Xiao Qingzhu although not as enthusiastic about food as Jing Jie, they enjoy cooking, and after being with Fang Feng for so long, it's impossible not to learn from him.

  Three people huddled together was indeed too frightening. Du Sulin muttered to herself in her heart.

  She pushed the kitchen's glass door open a small gap, and when she stuck her head in to look around, a warm feeling flowed over the bridge of her nose. Immediately after that, she heard Xiao Qingzhu's voice as gentle as spring water: "Don't come to make trouble, let Jingjiu and them wash their hands and eat."

  Du Sulin rarely showed his cleverness, nodded and said: "Oh."

  He immediately withdrew his head and walked towards the living room.

  "Taiguang, you're back!" Jingji spotted Du Siling at a glance and pushed away Ding Yile, who was laughing and trying to get close, wanting to drag Du Siling along to play together.

  "Let's eat first, you're not hungry, are they all hungry?" Du Siling pointed to Ding Yile, who was still lying on the side after being pushed down by Jingji and hadn't gotten up yet, pretending to be pitiful and seeking sympathy.

  Jing Jie let out a humph and said discontentedly, "Who says I won't get hungry? I'll definitely eat more than anyone else!"

  Du Shilin smiled and said that she wasn't hungry, but rather craving. In her own words, she didn't live to eat, but ate to live.

  As soon as he heard that it was time to eat, Ding Yile almost sprinted at the speed of light towards the nearest bathroom. Du Siling couldn't help but shake her head in a mixture of exasperation and amusement - these siblings were indeed siblings, being so sensitive to anything related to food.

  "Grandma, it's time for dinner, I'll help you go wash your hands." Du Sulin said, half-kneeling down to the old lady.

  The old man had not been so happy for a long time, his eyes smiled into curved crescent moons, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be smoothed out by his smile.

  "Just as Dong Shuanghe was about to taste the newly opened highland barley wine, Ye Huanxi's voice, which seemed to carry a smile, made her shiver involuntarily. She raised her head and met Ye Huanxi's gaze as he looked at her with his head bowed."

  Lan'er went to the bathroom a step ahead of her, and in her heart, she secretly scolded Lan'er for being unvirtuous. However, on her face, she put on a smile and repeatedly replied: "Right away, right away."

  Taking advantage of Ye Fengxi's momentary distraction, she downed the strong sorghum liquor in her hand with a speed that left no time for covering one's ears. The bold and unrestrained flavor wandered around her chest cavity, making her feel carefree and relaxed.

  Ye Fenxi seemed to have noticed something at this time, she hastily put down her wine glass and went to the bathroom.

  The bathroom on the first floor was suddenly crowded with people.

  Dou Sulin's quick wit led the little guy into the kitchen to wash his hands. The little guy wasn't tall enough, and even on tiptoes, he couldn't reach the sink. He pouted, thinking of using his spiritual power to make himself float up, only to discover that he had already grown a lot taller.

  Turning her head, Du Siling was smiling and holding onto her collar.

  "Hurry up and wash, otherwise there won't be anything left to eat!" urged Du Siling.

  The little guy listened, seemed to have thought of something, washed his hands in a hurry, and obediently carried a stack of bowls to the table and sat on his own special high chair.

  Even the egg tart has a special dog food supplement, it squats beside the little guy, looking at its own small bowl with eyes shining like stars, wagging its tail constantly, as if this way, its delicious dinner can arrive in front of it sooner.

  Everyone was tempted by the delicious food and soon gathered around the dinner table, looking at the dishes that had been slowly placed on the table, anyone would be a little dazed.

  The three chefs looked at their own results and everyone's surprised expressions, exchanging a satisfied smile.