Chapter 791
In the next few days, Xihe began to reveal her memories little by little.
Parents, masters, senior brothers whom Shang Yuanzong had played with, snow on Piaomiao Peak that never melted for thousands of years, apprentice acceptance ceremony once every ten years... Fan Xiu understood that his wife came from a martial arts sect.
Xihe: "...So it seems to be right."
But what other people play is internal force, they play the method of cultivating immortals by flying into the sky and escaping from the ground.
Fan Xiu couldn't help but touched her little arm: "Then lady, what can you do? Break a big rock in your chest, stab your throat with a silver spear, and go into a frying pan with your bare hands... Oops."
Covering his head, Jun couldn't help showing grievances on his face.
Xihe calmly put down her hands and straightened her cuffs: "That's a sideshow, and it has nothing to do with my practice."
Fan Xiu nodded his head, feeling that he had enlightened again. It seems that the school the lady belongs to is very high-level, and it should be similar to the heroes in the story books who fly over the walls, step on the snow without a trace, and walk through Yang with a hundred steps.
Hey, is there still time for him to practice?
Fan Xiu touched his limp arm, feeling a little worried. Rumor has it that martial arts practitioners don't stick to trifles, drink heavily and eat meat, and they have to fight first when they meet... Can he handle this with his small body?
With one slap, it is estimated that he would vomit three liters of blood.
Fan Xiu hesitated: "Lady, I don't know how father-in-law and mother-in-law, master, are?"
Xihe took it for granted: "They are obsessed with cultivation and don't care about the secular world."
Fan Xiu: ... Isn't that the legendary Wu Chi?
It's over, he's over.
Fan Xiu took a deep breath and said firmly, "My lady, teach me how to practice martial arts."
It's not too late to make up for it. Although there is no effect in a short period of time, at least his body has become stronger, so that he will not fall apart when he is slapped.
Xihe blinked and looked him up and down. He has a tall and straight body and a handsome face, but... his arms and legs are very heavy when he walks. His hand is white and smooth, and only the place where he holds the pen is a little calloused.
The whole person is a weak scholar, who can be pushed down by anyone.
Xihe looked away: "Martial arts are useless to you."
Go back to the Zongmen to see if there is any spiritual root, and if so, choose a suitable method to practice.
Fan Xiu's heart suddenly slammed, well, it seems that he was abandoned by the lady, Fan Xiu's shoulders collapsed invisibly, and he lost all energy immediately.
The little tree demon blinked his eyes wide: "Father, mother, what are you talking about?"
Xihe pulled the weeds off his head, with gentle eyes: "I'm talking about grandpa, grandma, grandpa, do you want to see them, baby?"
The little tree demon never knew what grandparents were, but still nodded, and responded loudly: "I want to see my grandparents, my grandparents, and my grandparents!"
The breeze blows, the trees rustle, and the grass and trees sway with the wind.
The sun was shining today, Fan Xiu rested, and the family of three came to enjoy the shade on the grass behind the house. A small blanket was spread on the ground, and there were sweet fruits and chrysanthemum tea in the bamboo baskets. There were shade trees above the head, and there were green hills in the distance.
The little tree demon is very active, running around on the grass, sticking his buttocks and catching small bugs.
"Mother, look, cricket!"
The fleshy little hands stretched out under Xihe's eyelids.
The blue and black cricket wriggled and struggled vigorously, the little guy's hands were dirty.
Xihe was amazed: "Wow, the baby is awesome! Go and catch another one, okay?"
"good!"
Pidianpidian went to play by himself again.
There are light blue, purple, and white flowers growing on the grass, and there is a small stream in the distance, and the sky is blue. Fan Xiu couldn't help laughing, and felt that the lady who no longer put on airs was very cute.
"Sanggong, I'll sleep for a while, you watch the baby."
"good."
The banana fan swayed gently, fanning the wind for her.
Fan Xiu looked into the distance, the little guy was lying on the grass, he could hear him muttering something when he listened carefully, his eyes shifted to look 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 looked at it and couldn't help being fascinated.
In the three years of marriage, she has never been so relaxed in front of her. The smile on the corners of her mouth is always the same;
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 turned upwards involuntarily. This was the best future he could dream of.
Qinglan Town has a mild climate and good weather. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on the other side. Ships from far away can often be seen docking at the pier, bringing fashionable fabrics, ceramics, and various gadgets.
today,
The streets are decorated with lights and festoons, and the whole town is brightly lit.
The doors of shops on both sides of the street were opened, and the hawkers' carts were filled with sugar figurines, pottery figurines, candied haws, silk flowers...all kinds of small things.
The children gathered in front of the cart, clamoring for purchases. The streets were crowded with people, and everyone had a relaxed smile on their faces. There are river lanterns floating in the river, and various colored lanterns hanging on the willow trees. The boys and girls look at each other from time to time and look away shyly.
"Is this the Qiqiao Festival?"
Xihe's eyes widened and she couldn't help looking around.
Fan Xiu carried Xiaobao to a small stall and asked for a sugar figurine: "Exactly, hasn't my lady celebrated the Qiaoqiao Festival?"
Of course, the original owner of Xihe Xindao had never been there before. There is no such thing in the cultivation world, but it was really lively. People from the whole town came, as well as young men and women from the villages around the town.
The woman's eyebrows are drawn with hairpin flowers, her lips are dotted with red lips, she is shy and timid.
The man's eyes have been lingering on the woman he likes, and he can't wait to get hired now.
Fan Xiu turned his head and saw her looking at the river lantern with sparkling eyes, his heart softened: "Madam, would you like to try it? It's very interesting to write wishes on the river lantern."
"Daddy, Daddy, the baby also wants to release the river lantern!"
The little tree demon was unwilling to be lonely.
The two looked at each other and walked through the crowd to the river bank.
The banks of the river were crowded with people who released river lanterns, most of them were unmarried men and women. The three of them bought a river lantern and walked along the river to the distance. They didn't stop until there were not so many people.
"Mother, the baby wants this lantern!"
"Okay, here you are."
Xihe turned her head: "Master, which one do you want?"
Lotus lamp, hibiscus lamp, three different colors, Fan Xiu picked a lavender one.
The river was covered with various river lanterns. Xihe wrote a short sentence on the river lanterns and lit a candle. Immediately, the three river lanterns floated to the middle of the river, gathered together with other river lanterns, and flowed down the water.
"Sir, what did you write?"
The night wind brought a burst of coolness, blowing willow branches and hair.
Fan Xiu supported his son's fat waist, and suddenly blushed: "The whole family is happy, healthy, and... I want to be with you, every year and today."
Huh! ! !
Xihe turned her head instantly, the man lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes trembling.
There was a sweetness in my heart.
Xihe raised her hand to cover her lips, her brows and eyes curved: "Then do you know what I wrote?"