Time flies, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
During the past hundred years, Jian Feng diligently devoured the Xizhou Heavenly Dao Wheel and finally devoured one tenth of it.
Driven by this, the centers of the earth in the East and West continents also tend to merge. The geological disasters in the East Continent have disappeared, and the concentrations of spiritual energy in the two continents have become consistent.
After the Pantheon was destroyed, the world was at peace and the world of cultivation was unprecedentedly prosperous.
After the great war, the monks of the two continents have developed a stronger friendship with each other and are no longer as tense as before. It has become a common thing for monks to travel between the East and West Continents.
However, these changes make no difference to the mortals on the two continents, and their lives continue to pass by like flowing water.
The same goes for the mortals in Dongzhou Du Shui City.
On this day, the sun was rising.
Chen's blacksmith shop in the east of Dushui City opened early.
A shirtless, muscular man came out, followed by a half-grown boy.
The two of them entered the blacksmith's room together. Soon, the whirring of the bellows mixed with the clanging sound of iron pounding woke up the entire street.
At the bookshop across the street, Tang Yin opened the door and peeked out, looking at the deserted street. She muttered, "Why hasn't Junior Brother come back yet?"
As she was speaking, she saw Xiang Jianjue appear at the end of the street carrying a paper oil bag.
Her almond-shaped eyes lit up, and she immediately turned and ran to the backyard, shouting as she ran, "Master, today I specially went to the famous stall outside the city to buy some cold chicken. Please come out and try it!"
In the backyard, Xiang Sheng bandaged the last wound on his wrist. Hearing Tang Yin's cry, he responded softly, "I'm coming."
She stood up, tidied her clothes, walked to the incense table in front of the window, lit three incense sticks, inserted them into the incense burner, and turned to leave the house.
The light from outside shines through the window onto the incense table. Between the floating light and shadow, the word "bamboo" can be vaguely seen.
When Xiang Sheng arrived at the front yard, Xiang Jianjue had already laid out the dishes.
Wang Tuo, who was lying in the cat's bed, yawned, jumped off the chair, transformed into a human form, walked to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and was about to pick up the cold chicken.
Xiang Jianjue quickly grabbed Wang Tuo's chopsticks and said, "Uncle Master, I want Master to have the first bite."
"That's easy."
Wang Tuo grinned, dodged Xiang Jianjue's obstruction with a flick of his hand, picked up a piece of chicken, walked a few steps to Xiang Sheng, and fed it to her mouth.
"Hurry up and eat a bite. Don't let your precious second disciple down."
Xiang Sheng laughed, "Aren't you the one who's anxious to eat, brother?"
Having said that, she still took the chicken from the chopsticks and took a bite.
Seeing this, Wang Tuo quickly sat down at the table without saying a word and began to eat happily. He nodded as he ate and said, "No wonder it's famous. It tastes really good."
Xiang Sheng shook his head and sat down at the table.
Tang Yin brought a bowl of candied lotus root to Xiang Sheng, her face eager, "Master, I made this this morning."
Xiang Sheng picked up a piece and took a bite, smiling softly: "It's sweet, very good."
When Tang Yin heard this, she became visibly happy.
Xiang Jianjue watched from the side and didn't care. After all, the first bite of delicious food that his master had today was his.
Xiang Sheng did not lie to Tang Yin. This candied lotus root was of moderate sweetness and had a strong osmanthus fragrance. It was indeed a rare worldly delicacy.
She had a rare appetite and ate a few more bites.
Suddenly, she frowned slightly, and gently gathered her right sleeve with her left hand to cover the purple-black bloodstains from the wrist bandage.
The two people and the tiger present all have cultivation skills, so how could they ignore Xiang Sheng's actions?
Xiang Jianjue and Tang Yin lowered their heads almost at the same time, not wanting their master to see their lost composure faces.
Only Wang Tuo looked calm. He put a large bone into Xiang Sheng's bowl and said with a smile, "Don't just focus on eating your two disciples' food. At least treat them equally."
Xiang Jianjue immediately followed suit and picked up a piece of cold chicken with chopsticks, as if he was competing with his uncle.
Xiang Sheng looked at the three gifts in the bowl and sighed softly.
All of them, especially the eldest brother, don’t they know that their smiles are uglier than their tears?
"I'm going out to relax, don't follow me."
After saying that, Xiang Sheng got up and went out.
She saw the man in the blacksmith shop opposite stop forging iron and waved to her.
"Miss Xiang, are you out for a walk again?"
Xiang Sheng smiled and nodded in response, his eyes falling on his feet, whose face was 60% similar to Feng Feng's.
Time has added more memories to this blacksmith shop.
In the snapshot of the years more than two hundred years ago, Fengfeng learned the craft of her father Chen Wu, but did not inherit the blacksmith shop. Instead, she carried a knife and walked into the world of martial arts, and stayed away for thirty years.
Thirty years later, the old blacksmith Chen Wu was terminally ill.
Fengfeng rushed back with her son and daughter, and saw her father for the last time, her face full of regret.
She never left after that and reopened the blacksmith shop with her son and daughter helping her.
Ten years later, when she had some extra money, she restored the collapsed bookstore opposite to its original appearance.
Until she died at the age of 105, she had looked at the bookstore 2,300 times.
Before her death, she asked her descendants to maintain the bookstore as it was and run it as an ancestral temple.
Since then, the blacksmith shop has been passed down from generation to generation, and everyone has strictly adhered to the ancestral teachings and dared not slack off.
"Daddy, I want to eat candied haws!"
The child's cry brought Xiang Sheng back to his senses.
"I've been thinking about the past more and more recently."
Muttering to himself, Xiang Sheng shook his head to clear his mind, turned around and walked slowly towards the ferry.
The sturdy man comforted his son and withdrew his gaze from Xiang Sheng's back.
It is said that a hundred years ago, when his great-grandfather was taking care of the study, he saw a woman who looked almost exactly like the woman in the scroll in the ancestral hall come to his door.
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