Chapter 4 What does it have to do with you to be virtuous and kind? He is happy. ...

(Four)

What couple in the world can endure not seeing each other for half a year?

So many things could happen in half a year, not to mention trivial matters like a leaking roof and a shortage of money. What if I got sick? What if I was targeted by a low-class desperado? What if I accidentally fell down the mountain steps and became a cripple? If I wanted to write a letter to Shen Changyi for help, I would have to drag my broken leg up dozens or hundreds of mountain steps to go home and grind ink.

What a joke! Li Shanglu married him so that she could live a more comfortable life, not to be his wife through thick and thin.

If Chen Changyi doesn't come back for half a year, what's the difference between her getting married and not getting married? What's the point of having him?

"If you say no, then I can't?" Li Shanglu picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly. "My legs are on my body. I can run to anyone's house I want. If you don't believe me, just try it."

If you have the guts, beat her to death.

Chen Changyi stood there, staring at her solemnly, his eyes passing over the clear teeth mark on her neck. Everything that happened yesterday emerged in his mind. He looked away, said nothing, lowered his eyelashes, and turned away.

Seeing that he really dared to leave, Li Shanglu was immediately furious and threw the teacup at his back.

Tea splashed everywhere. It was the best snow bud green radish that Shen Changyi brought back when he was fighting demons in the south. It could only be drunk in June of the year and was Li Shanglu's favorite.

She picked up the broom and ran after him, determined to give him a good beating.

But when she chased him out the door, she saw Shen Changyi squatting in a corner of the yard, feeding chickens.

Hearing the voice, he looked up at Li Shanglu, holding a handful of pitiful golden millet in his hand.

"..." Li Shanglu put down the broom, glared at him viciously, walked to the door and fastened the yard gate. Although this wooden bolt could only prevent a three-year-old child and could not even prevent thieves and night burglars, and could never prevent some invincible immortal from a sect, this was a warning with an obvious intention.

She walked to Shen Changyi, folded her arms and looked at him, letting Li Shanglu look him from head to toe. The man in front of her had no resemblance to the leader of the immortal sect in that tattered book who killed gods and demons.

If I have to say, they only look alike.

Shen Changyi was handsome, something even Li Shanglu, who had grown up with him, had to admit. As a child, he was a chubby, rounded-off follower, with nothing special about him. Then, one day, he suddenly blossomed, his height skyrocketing like bamboo shoots after rain. Before long, he surpassed her, and his looks became even more outstanding. Even in a crowd of people, just looking at the back of his head, he was the best-looking. Even in the world of cultivation, where beauties abound, he would surely be no less impressive.

This is also one of the reasons why Li Shanglu suspected that he had someone else outside.

As if noticing her gaze, Shen Changyi raised his head to look at her and stretched out his hand, as if intending to share some millet with her.

"Feed your chickens."

Shen Changyi lowered his head again, silently accepting her impudent and offensive gaze.

After a long while, Li Shanglu saw that he had finished feeding the chickens and ordered him bluntly, "Go get some water."

Shen Changyi picked up the wooden barrel and walked to the gate of the courtyard, but was blocked by the bolt that Li Shanglu had just inserted. He hesitated for a moment and turned to look at Li Shanglu.

Oh.

"Go ahead, and take yesterday's clothes to wash."

He then opened the door latch, carried the wooden barrel and the bamboo basket on his back and left.

The river is not far away, but laundry has to be done downstream. It usually takes Li Shanglu almost half an hour to go and do laundry. People who practice Taoism must have better legs and feet than her. If Shen Changyi doesn't come back within half an hour, she will go crazy.

Li Shanglu felt much calmer and lay down in the rattan rocking chair in the yard. A few chickens chirped and walked around her. The sky was clear and cloudless, which was a rare good weather in the past few days.

Just after half a quarter of an hour, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard.

Li Shanglu had a handkerchief covering his eyes. He was almost sleepy from the sun, but when he heard the voice, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. "Why are you knocking? Just come in."

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

The cold and familiar voice did not come from her obedient husband.

Li Shanglu sat up suddenly, and his plain handkerchief fell to the ground.

The swordsman in snow-white clothes stood in front of the courtyard gate, the long sword at his waist shining brightly and emitting a faint chill.

The man's expression was indifferent, and his handsome and aloof appearance gradually overlapped with the face in Li Shanglu's memory that had cast an indelible shadow on him.

In an instant, those life-threatening voices rang in my mind again.

"Are you Master's wife?"

"Why do you want to harm him?"

"Answer me, why did you want to hurt him?"

Li Shanglu's heart was pounding, her pupils were trembling, and the piercing pain was reappearing in her body as if it were real, making her subconsciously want to escape and call for help. The fear on her face was obvious.

Noticing her abnormality, the man frowned and scanned the courtyard with his sharp eyes, but did not find the person he was looking for.

He asked coldly, "Are you... Master's wife?"

There was a click.

Li Shanglu's skin broke out in goosebumps, and her breathing became disordered. She suppressed the fear brought on by the memory of being murdered, and tried to speak calmly, "Yes."

What is there to be afraid of? Shen Changyi is not dead and she has done nothing wrong.

"Disciple Xie Du."

The other party was still staring at her, examining every fluctuation in her expression, seemingly unaware that this was a somewhat inappropriate move given his status. "Excuse me, Master's Wife, where is our Master?"

"He went to the river to wash clothes. Didn't you see him when you came?" Li Shanglu pinched his palm hard with his fingers hidden in his sleeves, so that he could make a less trembling voice.

Xie Du looked cold, as if this was nonsense, "If I had seen it, I wouldn't have come here."

What's your attitude?

Li Shanglu wanted to curse, but her throat seemed to be choked and she couldn't say anything.

The image of blood splattering from his chest onto Xie Du's face always appeared in front of his eyes. His cold and hateful eyes at that time were really too terrifying.

"Master said yesterday," Xie Du said without waiting for Li Shanglu's reply. He walked into the courtyard and slowly observed their house. His voice became even colder. "If he returns home this time and doesn't return to the sect, there's no need to look for him anymore."

Li Shanglu: “?”

Isn't this telling everyone that he's going to die at home? What an idiot.

Xie Du turned to look at her and said calmly, "May I ask in detail what exactly happened?"

What do you think? It seems so natural to ask about other people's family affairs.

Li Shanglu took a deep breath, his mood visibly worsening. "Nothing, I just had a quarrel with him."

Hearing this, Xie Du lowered his lips, his cold eyes swept across her face, and he said indifferently, "How can a wife quarrel with her husband? Being virtuous is the way of a wife. What's more, Master is busy exorcising demons every day, and he still takes time out to come home and visit. Master's wife, you should be content."

What's it to you? He's happy with it.

Veins bulged on Li Shanglu's forehead and she clenched her fists tighter, but when she saw the long sword, no matter how unwilling she was, she had to swallow her words.

Xie Du was still staring at her. He could see that Li Shanglu was angry, and he could also see that she was insincere. A woman who could not be more ordinary, who had nothing to do with the words virtuous and gentle, who was narrow-minded and short-sighted, and who often bossed her husband around in her letters, could actually be Shen Changyi's wife.

That was Shen Changyi, the only sword immortal in the world who was favored by heaven, and he was not an ordinary mortal.

This woman is so indecent.

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At the riverside at the foot of the mountain, Shen Changyi took out yesterday's clothes from the bamboo basket to wash. Li Shanglu's clothes were mixed with his, and they were all covered with wrinkles. Both of them had sweated yesterday, so it was time to wash them thoroughly.

Just looking at the two pieces of clothing tangled together, the tips of her fair ears turned slightly red.

Just as he put the clothes into the water, a few people suddenly gathered around him. Shen Changyi turned his head to look and saw that they were a few aunts from the village.

"Hey, isn't this Changyi?"

"Now that you're back, let me tell you, that woman in your room is really outrageous!"

"Yesterday I was trying to be nice to her, but she actually threw stones at me. You've got to teach her a lesson when you get home. What a shame!"

"Of course I do. If I had a daughter-in-law like that, I would definitely slap her."

Shen Changyi frowned, picked up the clothes from the water, put them back into the bamboo basket, and continued washing them in another place in full view of everyone.

"Hey! What do you mean?"

The women gathered around them, pointing and complaining, "Your wife is crazy, are you going to do anything about it?"

"A man must control his woman. If she doesn't obey, you must beat her."

Chen Changyi remained silent, lowered his eyes to look at the river bank, picked up a fist-sized pebble, paused for a moment, and replaced it with a larger one.

Soon, the old ladies scattered, all with bruised faces and noses. I guess the rumor in the village will be that there are two crazy people living in the mountain, and one of them is mute.

Her fingertips carefully rubbed Li Shanglu's thin ochre silk dress, her favorite. The thread had been torn yesterday, and he had used some magic to repair the dress. She could have bought a new one, but every time she brought home a piece of clothing, Li Shanglu would find it ugly, so she had to give up.

After washing the clothes, Shen Changyi carried a bamboo basket and fetched a bucket of clear spring water in the mountains. The sunlight shone on his snow-white clothes. Although he was still wearing the same Yunhe Taoist robe with a Taoist style of immortality, he looked a little more alive than yesterday.

Returning on the wind, before he got close to the house, Shen Changyi frowned suddenly, sensing a familiar breath. He pushed open the gate of the courtyard and saw that under the daylight, the desk in the room had been moved to the courtyard. Li Shanglu was leaning over the desk, copying something stroke by stroke.

On the side, Xie Du stood with a sword in hand, staring at Li Shanglu.

Shen Changyi was stunned.

Seeing him coming, Xie Du bowed and saluted politely, "Disciple greets Master."

Seeing his eyes fall on Li Shanglu, Xie Du said calmly, "Master, my wife is copying the female instructions on a whim."

Shen Changyi was stunned. He slowly walked to Li Shanglu and saw that Li Shanglu's eyes were filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and used a brush to draw a heavy mark on the paper, as if he was holding him responsible for this.

"Yes, I just copied a few lines. Would you like to check it, my husband?"

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