In the next few days, Xihe began to reveal his memories bit by bit.
Parents, masters, brothers who grew up together in Shangyuan Sect, the snow on Piaomiao Peak that has not melted for thousands of years, the apprenticeship ceremony held once every ten years... Fan Xiu understood that his wife came from a martial arts sect.
Xihe: "...That seems right."
But what others are playing with is internal strength, and they are playing with the method of cultivating immortals by flying into the sky and escaping from the earth.
Fan Xiu couldn't help but touch her little arm: "Lady, what can you do? Break a big stone into your chest, pierce your throat with a silver spear, put your bare hands into a frying pan... Oops."
Covering his head, Jun's face showed grievance unconsciously.
Xihe calmly put down his hands and straightened his sleeves: "That's just a sideshow and has nothing to do with my sect's practice."
Fan Xiu nodded, feeling that he had realized something again. It seemed that the sect that the lady belonged to was very advanced, and should be similar to the heroes in the story books who flew over the walls, walked on the snow without leaving a trace, and walked through the poplars with a hundred steps.
Hiss, is it still too late for him to practice?
Fan Xiu touched his limp arms, feeling a little worried. It was said that martial arts practitioners did not stick to trivial details, drank heavily, drank and ate meat, and had to fight first when they met... Can his small body withstand this?
One slap would probably cause him to vomit three liters of blood.
Fan Xiu hesitated: "Madam, I wonder what my father-in-law and mother-in-law, master, are like?"
Xihe takes it for granted: "They are obsessed with practicing and don't care about the secular world."
Fan Xiu: ...Isn't that the legendary martial arts idiot?
It's done, he's done.
Fan Xiu took a deep breath and said firmly: "Madam, please teach me martial arts."
It was not too late to make amends. Although it would have no effect in a short period of time, at least his body had become stronger and he would not fall apart if someone slapped him.
Xihe blinked and looked him up and down. He was tall and tall, with a handsome face, but... his arms and legs were very heavy when he walked. His hands were white and smooth, and the place where he held the pen was slightly calloused.
The whole person is like a weak scholar, who can be knocked down by a casual push.
Xihe looked away: "Martial arts are of no use to you."
Return to the sect to see if he has spiritual roots, and if so, choose the appropriate technique to practice.
Fan Xiu's heart suddenly screamed, OK, it seems that his wife gave up on him, Fan Xiu's shoulders slumped slightly, and he suddenly lost his energy.
The little tree demon blinked his big eyes: "Dad, mother, what are you talking about?"
Xihe pulled the weeds off his head, with a gentle look: "I'm talking about grandfather, alphabet, and master. Do you want to see them, baby?"
The little tree demon has never known what grandparents are, but he still nodded and responded loudly: "I think~ the baby wants to see his grandfather, grandmother, and grandma!"
The breeze blew, the trees rustled, and the grass swayed in the wind.
The sun was shining brightly today, and Fan Xiu took a break. The family of three went to the grass behind the house to enjoy the cool air. There was a small blanket spread on the ground. There were sweet fruits and chrysanthemum tea in the bamboo basket. There were shade trees above their heads and green mountains in the distance.
The little dryad was very active, running around on the grass, sticking its butt out and catching bugs.
"Mom, look, Cricket!"
The fleshy little hand reached under Xihe's eyes.
The green-black cricket twisted its body and struggled hard, and the little guy's hands were dirty.
Xihe looked amazed: "Wow, the baby is awesome! How about catching another one?"
"good!"
Pidian Pidian went to play by herself again.
There are small light blue, purple, and white flowers growing on the grass. There is a stream in the distance and the sky is blue. Fan Xiu couldn't help but laugh, feeling that the lady who no longer put on airs was particularly cute.
"Mr., I'll take a nap while you watch the baby."
"good."
The banana fan swayed gently, fanning the wind for her.
Fan Xiu looked into the distance and saw the little guy lying in the grass. If you listened carefully, you could still hear what he was mumbling. He shifted his gaze and looked at the lady beside him.
The woman is lying on her side, with a beautiful face, a thin green shirt, and soft curves.
Fan Xiu couldn't help but be fascinated as he watched.
In her three years of marriage, she had never been so relaxed in front of him. The smile at the corners of her mouth was always the same; her eyes were so deep that it was difficult to see what she was thinking; her waist was straight and upright, and she did not dare to intrude...
But now, she was lying lazily on her side in front of him, with a slight smile on her lips.
The corners of Fan Xiu's mouth gradually turned upward involuntarily. This was the most beautiful future he could dream of.
Qinglan Town has a mild climate, good weather, and is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. Ships from far away can often be seen docking at the dock, bringing fashionable fabrics, ceramics, and various gadgets.
On this day,
The streets were decorated with lights and the whole town was brightly lit.
The shop doors on both sides of the street are open, and the vendors' carts are filled with various small things such as candy figures, pottery figurines, candied haws, and silk flowers.
Children gathered around the cart, clamoring to buy something. The street was crowded with people, and everyone had a relaxed smile on their face. There were river lanterns floating in the river and various lanterns hung on the willow trees. The boys and girls looked at each other from time to time but looked away shyly.
"Is this the Qiqiao Festival?"
Xihe's eyes widened and he couldn't help but look around.
Fan Xiu carried Xiaobao to a small stall and asked for a candy man: "Exactly, hasn't your lady celebrated the Qiao Qiao Festival?"
Of course, the original owner of Xihe Xin Dao has never passed. There is no such thing in the world of cultivation, but it is so lively. People from the whole town are here, as well as young men and women from the villages around the town.
The woman wears hairpins on her eyebrows and red lips, looking shy and timid.
The man's eyes have been fixed on the woman he likes, and he can't wait to get her now.
Fan Xiu turned around and saw her looking at the river lantern with bright eyes, and felt soft in his heart: "Madam, do you want to try it? It's very interesting to write wishes on the river lantern."
"Daddy, daddy, the baby also needs to put out river lanterns!"
The little tree demon is unwilling to be lonely.
The two looked at each other and walked through the crowd towards the river bank.
The river bank was crowded with people putting up river lanterns, most of them were unmarried men and women. The three of them bought a river lantern and walked farther along the river. They stopped when there were not many people around.
"Mom, the baby wants this lantern!"
"Okay, here you go."
Xihe turned around: "Ms. sir, which one do you want?"
Lotus lamp and hibiscus lamp, three different colors, Fan Xiu picked a lavender one.
Various river lanterns were spread on the river. Xihe wrote a short message on the river lanterns and lit the candles. Suddenly, three river lanterns floated to the middle of the river, gathered together with other river lanterns, and flowed down the water.
"Ms. sir, what did you write?"
The night breeze brought a coolness, blowing through the willow branches and hair.
Fan Xiu held his son's fat waist and suddenly blushed: "The whole family is happy and healthy, and... I want to be with you, every year and now."
Huh! ! !
Xihe turned his head instantly, and the man lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes trembling.
A sweet feeling suddenly arose in my heart.
He covered his lips and arched his eyebrows: "Then do you know what I wrote?"
