Lin Beilan and Luo Qingyun's eyes immediately turned red, and Tang Yin even burst into tears, hugging Xiang Sheng tightly and refusing to let go.
"The two continents are connected. You can come back to see me anytime."
Xiang Sheng's words seemed to bring great comfort to everyone, making the farewell less sad.
"Master, this disciple is going to the Myriad Veins Sword Sect to comprehend the Dao of Sword Intentions."
"Master, I'll go to Xizhou and find a way to escape from the earthbound zone, and then I'll come back to help you!"
"Master, I will do what Senior Sister said."
"Junior brother, why are you interrupting me?"
“…”
As the two disciples vied to make promises, Xiang Sheng returned to Dushui City with a smile.
Half a month later, Luo Hai also left. Before leaving, he brewed enough wine for Wang Tuo to last for ten years.
Going with Luo Hai was the city lord Zhao Qiong. The one who took over the city lord's mansion was a mortal descendant of Zhao Qiong, who was willing to stay in the secular world for the sake of wealth and glory.
On this day, it was drizzling outside.
Xiang Sheng stood alone in front of the window, looking at the rain outside like fog, holding the communication talisman to restore peace between his fingers. His spiritual sense spread out along the rainy night, sweeping across the entire Dongzhou area, and the number of cultivators he encountered was no more than a hundred.
At this point, the Dongzhou cultivation world was almost extinct.
Xiang Sheng sighed silently and turned to go back to the house when suddenly a black shadow flashed on his shoulder and a black tiger appeared.
"Why are you sighing? Don't you still have your big brother with you?"
Wang Tuo tilted his head and chuckled, "Since you have nothing to do anyway, why don't you repaint my painting?"
Xiang Sheng laughed in silence, then walked over to the table and sat down, spreading out a scroll, then picked up the brush and began to sketch...
Time flies, and seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In just seven years, Xiang Sheng's appearance would not have changed, but due to her deliberate manipulation, some traces of time were added to the corners of her eyes.
She still ran her calligraphy workshop, painting and scribbling to vent her resentment. Whenever she ran into trouble, Chen the blacksmith would always be there to help.
It seems that Chen the blacksmith's swordsmanship has improved a lot. Even if a famous villain comes to the city to cause trouble, he will be quickly dealt with.
Over time, his reputation spread to the west of the city, and then people from the City Lord's Mansion came and invited him to be a teacher with generous remuneration.
Thanks to the appreciation of the City Lord's Mansion, Chen the Blacksmith's wealth suddenly increased. He no longer had to get up early and work late to earn tuition for Fengfeng. He also renovated the blacksmith shop and the widow Wang's house next door.
After Fengfeng came of age, there was an endless stream of people proposing marriage to her, almost to the point of breaking down the door of the blacksmith shop.
Widow Wang saw this and was pleased. However, Fengfeng, who had gained enlightenment through reading, was not in a hurry to find a good husband to marry and raise children. Instead, she became fascinated by swordsmanship.
Blacksmith Chen was naturally extremely anxious and always argued with Fengfeng about this matter. Fengfeng felt even more aggrieved and always brought it up with Xiang Sheng.
Blacksmith Chen had no way to deal with Fengfeng and could only let her do as she pleased.
In the seventh year, Fengfeng was twenty years old, and there were almost no people who proposed marriage to her.
Blacksmith Chen accepted his fate and simply found a sword master for Fengfeng so that she could learn sword skills and protect herself when he was gone.
Unexpectedly, Fengfeng had no talent in swordsmanship, but she made rapid progress in knife skills. It wasn't long before she could fight with Chen the Blacksmith.
Blacksmith Chen was so happy that he immediately used his connections in the martial arts world to find more sword manuals for Fengfeng to practice.
Xiang Sheng saw all of this but did not interfere.
"Auntie Sheng, you don't know, the world has become increasingly unstable in recent years."
Fengfeng was cracking melon seeds in the calligraphy studio and hummed, "My father has changed his tune recently. He says it's right for me to learn martial arts, and that getting married won't save my life.
My dad also said that when he gets old in a few years, I will be the one to protect you."
Xiang Sheng listened and couldn't help but sigh: "Fengfeng has really grown up."
"Of course!"
Fengfeng patted her chest, her face filled with confidence that she had never had since childhood. Then she turned her gaze to the painting by Xiang Sheng, and her expression suddenly became strange.
"Auntie, why are you drawing Uncle Wang again?"
As she spoke, Fengfeng did not forget to look up at the row of cat paintings hanging on the wall. Each one was different and looked very cute.
Xiang Sheng looked helpless, "Who makes your uncle Wang always dissatisfied?"
Fengfeng glared at Wang Tuo who was in the cat's nest. Just as she was about to speak, her expression suddenly froze. She suddenly grabbed the Tang sword at hand and was about to go out, but Xiang Sheng raised his hand to stop her.
The next moment, footsteps were heard, and a gray-haired old man stepped into the threshold and laughed, "I'm not too late, am I?"
Xiang Sheng looked at Jian Feng and smiled, "Just right."
After seven years, Zhuge Zifang finally welcomed an old friend back. "Sorry (.?＿?。), due to reality, my mood hit rock bottom, which led to my long hiatus. I'll work hard to adjust and update more frequently."
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