In the following days, Xihe began to reveal his memories bit by bit.
Parents, master, fellow disciples who grew up together in Shangyuan Sect, the thousand-year-old snow on Piaomiao Peak, the ceremony of accepting disciples held every ten years... Fan Xiu understood that his wife came from a martial arts sect.
Xihe: "...That seems to be true."
However, others practice internal strength, while they practice the method of cultivating immortals by flying and hiding in the ground.
Fan Xiu couldn't help but touch her little arm: "My lady, what can you do? Breaking a stone with your chest, piercing the throat with a silver spear, jumping into a frying pan with your bare hands... Ouch."
Covering his head, a look of grievance appeared on his handsome face.
Xihe calmly put down his hand and straightened his sleeves: "That's just some street show, it has nothing to do with our practice."
Fan Xiu nodded, feeling that he had realized something again. It seemed that the sect his wife belonged to was very advanced, and should be similar to the heroes in the storybooks who could fly over eaves and walls, walk on snow without leaving any footprints, and shoot arrows through the air from a hundred paces away.
Hiss, is it too late for him to practice now?
Fan Xiu touched his limp arm and felt a little worried. It was said that people who practiced martial arts did not care about trivial matters, drank and ate meat with big mouthfuls, and would fight with each other as soon as they met... Could he, with his small body, withstand that?
If he gets slapped like that, he'll probably vomit three liters of blood.
Fan Xiu hesitated: "My dear, I wonder what kind of people my father-in-law, mother-in-law, and master are like?"
Xihe said as a matter of course: "They are obsessed with spiritual practice and don't care about worldly matters."
Fan Xiu: ...Isn’t that the legendary martial arts fanatic?
It's over, he's finished.
Fan Xiu took a deep breath and said firmly, "My wife, please teach me martial arts."
It's not too late to mend the fold. Even though it won't have much effect in the short term, at least his body will be stronger and he won't fall apart with just one blow.
Xihe blinked and looked him up and down. He had a tall and straight figure and a handsome face, but... his arms and legs felt very heavy when he walked. His hands were white and smooth, with only a few calluses where he held the pen.
He is just a weak scholar who can be knocked down by anyone with just a push.
Xihe looked away: "Martial arts are useless to you."
Go back to the sect to see if you have spiritual roots. If you do, choose the appropriate skills to practice.
Fan Xiu's heart suddenly made a "crash". Well, it seems that his wife has abandoned him. Fan Xiu's shoulders slumped slightly and he suddenly lost all his energy.
The little tree demon blinked his big eyes: "Daddy, Mommy, what are you talking about?"
Xihe plucked the weeds from his head and said with a gentle look: "We're talking about grandpa, grandma, and grandmaster. Does the baby want to see them?"
The little tree demon had never known what grandparents were, but he nodded and responded loudly: "Yes~ Baby wants to see grandparents, and my maternal master!"
The breeze blew, the trees rustled, and the grass swayed in the wind.
It was a sunny day today, and Fan Xiu was on his day off, so the family of three came to the grass behind the house to enjoy the cool air. There was a small blanket on the ground, and in the bamboo basket were sweet fruits and chrysanthemum tea. There were trees above their heads providing shade, and in the distance were overlapping green mountains.
The little tree demon is very active. He runs around on the grass and catches bugs with his butt sticking out.
"Look, mother, crickets!"
The chubby little hand reached under Xihe's eyelids.
The blue-black cricket twisted its body and struggled hard, and the little guy's hands were dirty.
Xihe exclaimed in amazement: "Wow, babies are awesome! Can we catch another one?"
"good!"
He went off to play by himself happily again.
The grass was dotted with pale blue, purple, and white flowers, a stream creeked in the distance, and the sky was azure. Fan Xiu couldn't help but smile, thinking that his wife, now free of her airs, was particularly adorable.
"Husband, I'm going to sleep for a while, you take care of the baby."
"good."
The palm-leaf fan swayed gently, fanning her.
Fan Xiu looked into the distance and saw the little guy lying in the grass. If he listened carefully, he could hear him mumbling something. He shifted his gaze to look at the woman beside him.
The woman was lying on her side, with a pretty face, a thin blue shirt, and soft curves.
Fan Xiu watched and became mesmerized.
In the three years since we've been married, she's never been so relaxed in front of him. The curve of her smile is always the same; her eyes are deep, making it hard to tell what she's thinking; her waist is straight and upright, and she's so dignified that she dares not intrude...
But now, she was lying lazily in front of him with a faint smile on her lips.
The corners of Fan Xiu's mouth involuntarily curled up. This was the most beautiful future he could dream of.
Qinglan Town has a mild climate and good weather. Surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, ships from afar can often be seen docking at the pier, bringing fashionable fabrics, ceramics, and various gadgets.
This day,
The streets are decorated with lights and the whole town is brightly lit.
The shop doors on both sides of the street are open, and the vendors' carts are filled with all kinds of small things such as sugar figures, pottery figurines, candied haws, silk flowers, etc.
Children gathered around the carts, clamoring to buy things. The streets were bustling with people, each with a relaxed smile on their face. River lanterns floated in the river, and colorful lanterns hung from the willow trees. Young boys and girls would occasionally glance at each other, then shyly look away.
"Is this the Qiqiao Festival?"
Xihe widened his eyes and couldn't help looking around.
Fan Xiu carried Xiaobao to a small stall and asked for a candy figurine. "Exactly. Hasn't my wife ever celebrated the Qiqiao Festival?"
Xihe thought to himself that the original owner had certainly never experienced it, and there was no such thing in the world of cultivation. But it was really lively, everyone in the town came, including young men and women from the villages around the town.
The woman wore flowers in her hair, drew her eyebrows, and painted her lips red, looking shy and timid.
The man's eyes were fixed on the woman he liked, and he couldn't wait to propose to her.
Fan Xiu turned around and saw her eyes sparkling as she stared at the river lanterns. His heart softened. "Madam, do you want to try it? You can write your wishes on the river lanterns. It's really fun."
"Daddy, Daddy, baby wants to release river lanterns too!"
The little tree demon didn't want to be lonely.
The two looked at each other, walked through the crowd and headed towards the river bank.
The river bank was crowded with people releasing river lanterns, most of them were unmarried men and women. The three of them bought a river lantern and walked along the river to a distance, stopping only when there were fewer people.
"Mom, the baby wants this Lianhua lantern!"
"Okay, here you go."
Xihe turned around and asked, "Husband, which one do you want?"
There were lotus lanterns and hibiscus lanterns, in three different colors. Fan Xiu picked a lavender one.
The surface of the river was covered with colorful river lanterns. Xihe wrote a short paragraph on the lanterns and lit candles. Suddenly, three river lanterns floated to the center of the river, joined other river lanterns, and floated down the river.
"My dear, what did you write?"
The night wind brought a cool breeze, blowing through the willow branches and hair.
Fan Xiu held his son's small, plump waist and suddenly blushed. "May your family be happy and healthy. And... I miss you, year after year, today and forever."
Eh!!!
Xihe turned her head instantly, and the man lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes trembling.
A sweet feeling arises in my heart.
Xihe raised her hand to cover her lips, her brows curved: "Then do you know what I wrote?"
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