Yongning City, Xingye Fang.

By noon, all the shops in the shop were open for business, and the streets were bustling with people, and from time to time you could see trappers in poor clothes patrolling around.

Although it is not prosperous in the city, the public security situation is good, and Zhao Lin bought the house in this area, mainly because of safety.

When Zhao Lin returned home, he pushed the door and saw his brother Zhao Shan doing carpenter work in the yard, accompanied by his sister-in-law Xiulan.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I'm back!"

Zhao Shan threw down the planer in his hand, strode over, and said happily: "I said that my brother will definitely come back today!" ”

hugged Zhao Lin at the waist, turned around and shouted: "Xiulan, let's cook!" ”

Xiulan smiled: "Okay! The two of you will talk first, and the dishes will be ready and served in a while. ”

After getting along for a few months, Zhao Lin found that his brother had found a virtuous helper, who not only kept the family in order, but also had filial piety to the second elder.

Zhao Shan saw that Zhao Lin was carrying a cloth bag in his hand, took it and took a look, and said curiously: "What is this black tuotuo?" ”

"This isn't a black lump."

Zhao Lin said with a smile: "This is Jiushou Wu, which is used to replenish our father's mother's body, and the decoction juice is taken internally, just one dollar each time." ”

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 has been taking money for his family, Zhao Shan doesn't want to rely on his younger brother all the time, so he found a craftsman workshop nearby to do carpentry.

Zhao Lin knew that his brother was resting today, so he rushed home.

Zhao Shan blushed, "This is not for the craftsman's workshop. ”

"Isn't it?"

Zhao Lin walked over and took a closer look, only to see that the wood was beginning to take shape, less than half a person high, in front of it was the shape of a horse's head, and there were four wheels underneath.

"It's a Trojan horse. Brother, what private job did you take? ”

"It's not."

Zhao Shan laughed twice, his eyes shining with excitement, "Guess what." ”

"What is there to guess?"

Zhao Lin glanced at his brother suspiciously, and suddenly had an idea, "Sister-in-law is pregnant?" ”

Zhao Shan laughed, his face full of pride.

"Brother, that's great!"

Zhao Lin was sincerely happy for his brother.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother also came out of the house when they heard that their youngest son had come home.

"Dad, mother!" Zhao Lin stepped forward to say hello.

Father Zhao nodded, "It's good to come back." ”

"My son seems to have lost weight."

Mother Zhao touched Zhao Lin's face, "Practicing martial arts is hard, remember to eat more." ”

"Mother, don't worry, I eat well."

Zhao Lin grabbed his mother's hand, feeling that it was not as rough as before, and a trace of comfort rose in his heart.

……

Zhao Lin rarely went home, the family was busy and made a big table of dishes, and in the middle he wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but was kicked out by his mother.

When eating, Zhao's mother frequently served him vegetables.

Zhao Lin also did not refuse, and ate bowl after bowl in a hurry, he himself had a large amount of food, and he had to provide for the six spirits at the same time, so he couldn't stand it if he ate less.

Mother Zhao's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly said, "Lin'er, you will be eighteen after the New Year, right?" ”

Zhao Lin thought for a moment before saying, "Yes, it will be eighteen during the New Year." ”

Because of the memories of his past life, Zhao Lin's psychology is far more mature than his body, and sometimes he feels a little ridiculous when he thinks that he is still a seventeen-year-old boy.

"Eighteen is not small, it's time to think about marriage. Do you have any suitable women in Xingyun Sect? ”

"This ...... Not at the moment. ”

"Why don't I find you one in the workshop?" There are a lot of well-informed women here......"

Zhao Lin hurriedly interrupted: "Mother, I'm not in a hurry yet. ”

Father Zhao also said: "Lin Er learns martial arts, this is not busy in advance." ”

Mother Zhao glared at her wife, "Those who learn martial arts are also people, is it possible that they are not married?" ”

Zhao Lin put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "Mother, I don't have time to think about this now." You see that I only go home once in ten days and a half months, and I really want to marry a daughter-in-law, and I can't let my family stay alive and widowed? ”

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Mother Zhao pretended to be angry and patted the back of his hand, but she didn't mention the matter of marrying a wife again.

Zhao Lin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

In fact, he seriously considered getting married and having children, but the final conclusion was: single for the time being.

It's not to maintain Yuanyang, in fact, except for a few Tongzigong who need to stick to Yuanyang, women's sex does not affect cultivation.

The real reason lies in what I have seen and heard in the last two years.

When a martial artist breaks through to the blood realm, the peak of his body can be extended by one or two decades, which means that during this period, the body ages very slowly.

So the Blood Realm Martial Man looks very young.

This is evident in Zhao Lin's master.

Zhu Huaishan is over the age of old, his hair is only a little gray, and he looks no more than fifty years old, but his wife is already full of crane hair.

This is only a Blood Realm martial artist, if you cultivate to the Yuan Realm, the difference will be even greater.

Zhao Lin had read a story in the notes of the martial artists of Tianshui Pavilion.

Many years ago, Xingyun Sect had a pair of childhood sweethearts, the male was called Deng Huanzhi, and the female was called Xu Lanfang.

The two grew up together since childhood, and both were gifted, and entered the Dancing Elephant Courtyard 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 good story for a while.

But the rest of the story is not so rosy.

Deng Huanzhi broke through to the Blood Realm at the age of twenty-four, and even cultivated to 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, and at the age of thirty, seeing that the blood realm was hopeless, she became pregnant and gave birth to a son, and she completely gave up the idea of breaking through.

Although there is a gap in martial arts, the two have a very strong relationship, Deng Huanzhi is obsessed with martial arts and does not snub his wife, Xu Lanfang is a husband and children, and the family is harmonious.

After another decade or so, the problem arose.

Deng Huanzhi, who is nearly fifty years old, looks like a person in his thirties, but Xu Lanfang is already a middle-aged woman with white sideburns, and the two stand together, not like husband and wife, but like mother and son.

After getting along for a long time, Xu Lanfang became more and more unbearable about this, and whenever she saw her husband's young face, she couldn't help but lose her temper.

Deng Huanzhi understood his wife's feelings, endured them all, never lived long, and secretly threw away all the mirrors at home.

On her fiftieth birthday, Xu Lanfang suddenly said goodbye, leaving only a letter.

The letter was to the effect that she was still attached to her husband, but unfortunately she couldn't bear the difference in the appearance of the two, and now that her beloved son is an adult, she can go with peace of mind.

Since then, there has been no news of him.

Deng Huanzhi was grief-stricken after reading the letter, and immediately looked for his wife everywhere, but where can he find it in the world?

At that time, Deng Huanzhi had already cultivated to the peak of the Yuan Realm, and stepped into the threshold of the Martial Sect with one foot.

In order to miss his beloved wife, he named his grandson Deng Lianfang, and he never saw his wife again until he died.

"It's good if you don't find it......"

At the end of the note, I don't know which one of the good deeds wrote a comment with charcoal.

(End of chapter)