Yongning City, Xingyefang.
At around noon, all the shops in the square were open for business, and the streets were bustling with people. From time to time, police officers in uniforms could be seen patrolling around.
Although this place is not considered prosperous in the city, the public security situation is good. Zhao Lin bought his house in this area mainly because of safety.
When Zhao Lin returned home, he opened the door and saw his brother Zhao Shan doing carpentry work in the yard, accompanied by his sister-in-law Xiulan.
"Brother, sister-in-law, I'm back!"
Zhao Shan threw down the plane in his hand, strode over, and said happily: "I said my brother will definitely come back today!"
He hugged Zhao Lin and turned around and shouted: "Xiulan, start cooking!"
Xiulan smiled and said: "Okay! You two brothers will chat first. The dishes are ready and will be served later."
After getting along with each other for several months, Zhao Lin found that his brother had found a good wife who not only kept the house in order, but was also very filial to the two elders.
Zhao Shan saw Zhao Lin holding a cloth bag in his hand, took it and took a look at it, and asked curiously: "What is this black lump?"
"This is not black."
Zhao Lin smiled and said: "This is Jiu Shou Wu. It is used to nourish the body of our parents. It can be decocted and taken internally. It only costs one yuan each time."
While joking, he glanced at the wood on the ground and frowned: "Brother, aren't you resting at home today? Why are you still doing carpentry work?"
Although Zhao Lin always brought money to the family, Zhao Shan did not want to always rely on his younger brother and found a nearby craftsman's workshop to do carpentry.
Zhao Lin knew that his brother had a rest today, so he rushed home specially.
Zhao Shan blushed, "This is not made for a craftsman's workshop."
"no?"
Zhao Lin walked over and took a closer look, and saw that the wood was beginning to take shape. It was less than half a person tall, with a horse head in front and four wheels at the bottom.
"This is a Trojan horse. Brother, did you take the private job?"
"no."
Zhao Shan chuckled twice, his eyes shining with excitement, "Guess what."
"What's there to guess?"
Zhao Lin glanced at his brother in confusion and suddenly had an idea, "Sister-in-law is pregnant?"
Zhao Shan laughed heartily, his face full of pride.
"Brother, that's great!"
Zhao Lin was sincerely happy for his brother.
When Zhao's father and Zhao's mother heard that their youngest son had returned home, they also came out of the house.
"Father, mother!" Zhao Lin stepped forward to say hello.
Father Zhao nodded, "Just come back."
"My son seems to have lost weight."
Mother Zhao touched Zhao Lin's face and said, "It's hard to practice martial arts. Remember to eat more."
"Mom, don't worry, I'm eating well."
Zhao Lin held his mother's hand, feeling that it was not as rough as before, and felt a sense of comfort in his heart.
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Zhao Lin rarely went home. The family was busy cooking a large table of dishes. In the meantime, he wanted to help in the kitchen, but his mother kicked him out.
While eating, Zhao's mother frequently brought him vegetables.
Zhao Lin also refused to refuse anyone who came, and ate bowl after bowl in a hurry. He had a big appetite, and he also had to support the six spirits at the same time, so he couldn't bear to eat less.
Mother Zhao narrowed her eyes and suddenly said: "Lin'er, you will be eighteen after the Chinese New Year, right?"
Zhao Lin thought for a moment and then said: "Yes, I will be eighteen during the Chinese New Year."
Because of his past life memories, Zhao Lin's mind is far more mature than his body. Sometimes it feels a bit ridiculous to think that he is still a seventeen-year-old boy.
"Eighteen is not too young now, it's time to think about marriage. Does your Xingyun Sect have a suitable girl?"
"This... not available at the moment."
"How about I find one for you in the shop? There are a lot of educated and sensible women here..."
Zhao Lin quickly interrupted: "Mom, I'm not in a hurry."
Father Zhao also said: "Lin'er is learning martial arts, don't tell me in advance."
Mother Zhao glared at her husband, "Those who learn martial arts are human beings. Is it possible that we're not married yet?"
Zhao Lin put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "Mom, I don't have time to think about this now. You see, I only go home every ten and a half days. If I really want to marry a wife, why should I be left a widow?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Mother Zhao pretended to be angry and slapped the back of his hand, but she didn't mention the matter of marrying him again.
Zhao Lin felt relieved.
In fact, he seriously considered getting married and having children, but his final conclusion was: stay single for the time being.
It's not to maintain Yuanyang. In fact, except for a few boy's skills that need to stick to Yuanyang, female sex does not affect the practice.
The real reason lies in what I have seen and heard in the past two years.
When a warrior breaks through to the blood realm, his body's peak can be extended for ten to twenty years, which means that during this period, the body ages very slowly.
Therefore, the blood warrior looks very young.
This is clearly reflected in Zhao Lin's master.
Zhu Huaishan is over seventy years old, and his hair is only slightly gray. He looks like he is only in his fifties, but his wife has already had white hair.
This is just a Blood Realm warrior. If you cultivate to the Yuan Realm, the difference will be even greater.
Zhao Lin read a story in the warrior notes of Tianshui Pavilion.
Many years ago, there was a pair of childhood sweetheart disciples in the Xingyun Sect. The boy was Deng Huanzhi and the girl was Xu Lanfang.
The two grew up together since childhood, and both are talented people. They entered the Dancing Elephant Academy together at the age of twenty-two.
At that time, they became partners under the auspices of the law enforcement elders, and it became a favorite story for a while.
But what happened later was not so good.
Deng Huanzhi broke through to the Blood Realm at the age of twenty-four, and even reached the Yuan Realm at the age of thirty-six, becoming the youngest elder of the sect at that time.
Xu Lanfang's cultivation has been stagnant. When she was thirty years old, seeing that there was no hope in the blood realm, she got pregnant and gave birth to a son, completely giving up the idea of a breakthrough.
Although there was a huge gap in martial arts, the two had a deep relationship. Deng Huanzhi was obsessed with martial arts and did not neglect his wife, while Xu Lanfang supported her husband and raised her children, and the family was harmonious.
Another ten years passed, and problems arose.
Deng Huanzhi, who is in his fifties, looks like a man in his thirties, but Xu Lanfang is already a middle-aged woman with white hair on her temples. Standing together, the two of them look less like a couple than like a mother and son.
As time went by, Xu Lanfang became more and more intolerable to this matter. Whenever she saw her husband's young face, she couldn't help but lose her temper.
Deng Huanzhi understood his wife's mood and endured everything. He never lived past his birthday and even secretly threw away all the mirrors at home.
On his fiftieth birthday, Xu Lanfang suddenly left without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter.
The main message of the letter was that she was still attached to her husband, but unfortunately she couldn't bear the difference in appearance between the two. Now that her beloved son was an adult, she could feel at ease.
No news since.
Deng Huanzhi was heartbroken after reading the letter, and immediately looked for his wife everywhere, but where in the world could she find her?
At that time, Deng Huanzhi had reached the peak of the Yuan realm and stepped into the threshold of the Wuzong. After this incident, he was disheartened and could no longer make any progress in the martial arts.
In memory of his beloved wife, he named his grandson Deng Lianfang. He never saw his wife again until his death.
"It's okay if I didn't find it..."
At the end of the note, an unknown person wrote a comment in charcoal.
(End of chapter)
