SFS Chapter 950 Marriage
Chapter 950 Marriage
Seeing that Li Yuesu was still letting the fellow run wild, Uncle Fu was annoyed:
"But, Holy Maiden, this person is cunning and treacherous, fond of scheming. One careless move could..."
"Alright, Uncle Fu, he can't kill me. He faked his death before, and now he's openly communicating. It seems he's unwilling to be the one behind the scenes, waiting for the tide to come, to fight against heaven, against earth, against man. We are rivals, and we will eventually defeat each other at the peak and prove ourselves." Li Yuesu was filled with pride. Even though her rival was Changqing, she was confident she could defeat him.
Seeing this, Uncle Fu retreated into the shadows again. He understood the principle of raising a tiger to cause trouble, but he could not sway Li Yuesu's mind. All that remained was worry.
After all, I checked and received a reply just now. The number of deaths of the demon race in the South China Sea matches up exactly! If the Holy Maiden is right, then that was someone who killed two million demons. At such a young age, they did something that sent chills down our spines. We must be wary.
At the moment the three disappeared from the world, their elders in Shenhe Gate, Zilin Garden, and Danxin Mansion all sensed it. In that instant, they began to feel the last vestiges of life within the shattered life tablets, yearning for revenge, even if it was only for a fleeting moment.
The last vestiges of their aura, so chilling they could have instantly erased any thoughts of protecting their own. They even cursed a few times, begging that their families wouldn't be implicated. As if by prior agreement, the three of them hid in some secluded place, preparing to enter seclusion for a hundred years.
They have countless descendants; the death of one is of little consequence. Among cultivators, kinship is often cold-blooded. How could they possibly sacrifice their thousands of years of lifespan for a single descendant?
When it comes to weighing the pros and cons, cultivators are more pure in their approach...
Time flies, summer has passed and early autumn has quietly arrived. In the mountains, there is a medicinal herb garden, a thatched cottage, and a reclining chair, swaying gently.
At noon, a gentle autumn breeze blew, and the beautiful scenery was suddenly interrupted by a burst of hurried footsteps. On the recliner, the half-closed eyes opened slightly, and a panting boy came running up, swaying his hips.
With rapid breathing, the boy, clutching his aching back, looked at the composed Taoist priest and immediately deflated: "Uncle Qing, why are you still resting? Something's happened!!"
The Taoist priest pondered for a moment: "With the changing seasons, typhoid fever is more prevalent. I'll go prepare some medicinal herbs this afternoon. Will there be many patients?"
The boy, hands on his hips, said, "It's not about you distributing medicine and running the school for free, it's about my brother, Sun Ming'en! I heard my godfather arranged a marriage for him! He said you should check it out! He's here now!!"
The Taoist priest slapped his forehead: "Oh dear! I've been dealing with typhoid fever these past few days and completely forgot about this!"
After saying that, she pulled the boy and quickly walked down the mountain.
"Uncle Qing, couldn't you just fly? By the time we get there, it'll be too late!" the boy asked.
Unexpectedly, the young man, who had taken two steps forward, suddenly stopped, scratching his head awkwardly: "I forgot how to fly!!"
juvenile:……
Fortunately, the young man's steps were large and fast enough. He instinctively sensed the scenery before him and quickly retreated. The flowers, grass, and trees on the mountain were stretched to an unusual length, and in the whistling wind, the mountaintop was shrinking at a visible speed.
This is why you can see a towering pavilion, dozens of feet high, standing atop this small mountain, overlooking the entire mountain range with a magnificent presence.
In less than three breaths, the young man's graceful body landed on the ground. Looking around, he saw the town's flat, mountain-like walkway. His eyes filled with envy: "Uncle Qing, is it truly impossible for a martial artist to reach this level in their lifetime?"
Changqing wanted to encourage him, but his heart was filled with sorrow. The blood of the body cultivators had been spilled all over the sky. What good was it if they could break through the shackles of the body? The inheritance had dissipated, and the immortals were watching closely. Where was the way out?
"Zijin, living well in the present is the first step to starting a life. You need Ming'en's help to become a disciple of the Great Martial Sect, and don't be too ambitious." Changqing patted the other's head and walked towards the big tree in the center of the town.
Han Zijin nodded blankly, but his gaze kept drifting to Changqing's feet, where the sun was blazing and there was no shadow at all.
"Aunt Zhang is picking vegetables again. It's better to take it easy. You need to take care of your back. If you still want to take care of your grandson, you'll have to rest more!"
"How many games of chess did Grandpa Wang win today? Judging from the smile on your face, I know you've been bullying quite a few people, haven't you?"
"Master Qiu, is your child feeling any better lately? If not, please take him to the pharmacy for another checkup."
"Grandma Liu, how's this cane? It works well, doesn't it? Yes, you should walk around more after meals. As the saying goes, 'Walk around after meals, and you'll live to ninety-nine!'"
"Hey kid, what are you doing playing with bugs again! Have you forgotten how you got bitten by a bug last time and had a fever for days?!"
"Slow down, it's not good to fall..."
As Changqing traveled, he greeted everyone along the way. The townspeople chatted with him as if they knew him very well. In just a few months, Changqing had treated the illnesses of thousands of people in the town. Because his prices were affordable, his fees were low, and his treatments were very effective, everyone had a very good impression of this pharmacist.
Soon, a crowd gathered in front of a house, mostly villagers who came to watch the excitement and wanted to give their opinion on Sun Ming'en's marriage.
When Changqing arrived, everyone made way for him. Some villagers had already noticed that Changqing had no shadow. Later, because of his good deeds of healing the sick and saving people, everyone said that Changqing was a reincarnation of an immortal who came to save people from suffering, and they respected him to the extreme.
Changqing didn't offer much explanation; everyone wanted to be close to her, so why not?
Upon entering, one sees a round-faced girl, generally gentle and refined. Under the gaze of the crowd, a cunning glint flashes in her lowered eyes. Her gaze frequently sweeps over Sun Ming'en, this gentle and refined fellow, perhaps as a consideration, perhaps as a scrutiny, and finally, perhaps as satisfaction, she withdraws her gaze.
From the moment Changqing entered the room, everyone's eyes were on this young master, as if he had stolen the spotlight from the protagonist of the day. Fortunately, it wasn't long before Yun Qinghan and the others took the time to show their support, which saved the day.
The gathering of handsome men and beautiful women, all extraordinary individuals, attracted the attention of many.
It wasn't until Old Master Sun, accompanied by Sun Ming'en and the young woman named Feng Qian'er, approached Changqing to ask for a divination regarding their marriage that the noisy hall quieted down considerably. This time, Changqing had truly put in the effort, carefully calculating and invoking the principles of Heaven to obtain a divination result:
It's hard to tell if it's bad or not; it's not bad either. If they are of the same mind and respectful nature, and are bound by marriage, supporting each other through thick and thin, it should be a match made in heaven.
Everyone was overjoyed and began searching for an auspicious day. Sun Ming'en's cheeks also flushed, a rare occurrence, as if he had also taken a liking to this woman.
Changqing did a quick calculation based on the birth chart and laughed again, praising the old man for choosing a good date. This day next year would be Sun Ming'en's coming-of-age ceremony! The Azure Dragon is flourishing, the White Tiger is fading, the Xian hexagram is in charge, and the Heng hexagram is supporting it. Heaven and earth are in harmony, and the atmosphere is gathering. This is the perfect day for his coming-of-age ceremony and marriage.
Under everyone's gaze, the gentlemanly-looking man laughed heartily and congratulated Sun Ming'en.
Although no one could understand what the divination indicated, they all knew that this was an auspicious day. Upon hearing this, the Feng family felt relieved and overjoyed. Yun Qinghan then summoned the kitchen staff to begin preparing the banquet.