Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 165 What Is Love?
Yongning City, Xingyefang.

At noon, all the shops in the square were open for business, the streets were bustling with people, and from time to time, policemen in police uniforms could be seen patrolling around.

Although this place is not considered prosperous in the city, the law and order situation is good. Zhao Lin bought the house in this area mainly because of safety.

When Zhao Lin returned home, he opened the door and saw his elder 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 dropped the plane in his hand, strode over, and said happily: "I just said that my brother will definitely come back today!"

Hugging Zhao Lin by the waist, he turned around and shouted, "Xiulan, let's cook!"

Xiulan smiled and said: "Okay! You two brothers chat first, the dishes are all ready, and they will be on the table in a while."

After getting along with each other for several months, Zhao Lin discovered that his elder brother had found a good wife who not only kept the house in order, but also showed great filial piety to the two elders.

Seeing that Zhao Lin was carrying a cloth bag in his hand, Zhao Shan took a look at it and asked curiously, "What is this black lump?"

"This is not a black lump."

Zhao Lin said with a smile: "This is Jiushouwu. It is used for our parents to nourish our bodies. It is decocted and taken internally. It is only a penny each time."

While joking, he glanced at the wood on the ground, frowned and said, "Brother, aren't you resting at home today? Why are you still doing carpentry?"

Although Zhao Lin has always given money to the family, Zhao Shan didn't want to always rely on his younger brother, so he found a carpenter's workshop nearby to do carpentry.

Zhao Lin knew that his brother was taking a rest today, so he rushed home on purpose.

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

"no?"

Zhao Lin walked over and looked carefully, only to see that the wood had begun to take shape, less than half a person's height, with a horse's head in front and four wheels underneath.

"This is a Trojan horse. Brother, did you accept the private work?"

"No."

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

"What is there to guess?"

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

Zhao Shan laughed out loud, 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 the youngest son was coming home.

"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, "Practicing martial arts is hard, remember to eat more."

"Mother, don't worry, I'm eating well."

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

……

It was rare for Zhao Lin to go home. The family was busy, cooking a large table of dishes. He wanted to help in the kitchen, but was kicked out by his mother.

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

Zhao Lin didn't refuse anyone who came, and he ate bowl after bowl. He had a big appetite, and he also had to make offerings to the spirits of the six realms at the same time.

Zhao's mother narrowed her eyes, and suddenly said, "Lin'er, you will be eighteen after the new year, right?"

Zhao Lin thought for a while before saying, "Yes, the Chinese New Year will be eighteen."

Because of the memory of his previous life, Zhao Lin's mind is far more mature than his body, and sometimes he feels a little ridiculous when he thinks that he is still a 17-year-old boy.

"Eighteen is not young, it's time to think about marriage. Do you have a suitable woman in Xingyunzong?"

"This...not for now."

"How about I find you one in the workshop? There are quite a lot of educated and reasonable women here..."

Zhao Lin quickly interrupted: "Mom, I'm not in a hurry."

Zhao's father also said: "Lin'er is learning martial arts, so don't rush to talk about it beforehand."

Zhao's mother glared at her wife, "A martial arts student is also a human being, so why aren't you married yet?"

Zhao Lin put down his chopsticks and said solemnly: "Mother, I don't have time to think about this right now. You see, I only go home once in ten and a half months. If I really want to marry a daughter-in-law, why don't I make him a widow?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Mother Zhao pretended to be angry and patted the back of his hand, but she never mentioned the matter of marrying a wife.

Zhao Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he has seriously considered the matter of getting married and having children, but the final conclusion is: temporarily single.

It's not for maintaining Yuanyang. In fact, except for a few boys who need to stick to Yuanyang, female sex does not affect cultivation.

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

When a martial artist breaks through to the blood realm, the peak of the body can be extended by 20 years, which means that during this period, the body ages very slowly.

So the blood warrior looks very young.

This is evident in Zhao Lin's master.

Zhu Huaishan is more than seventy years old, his hair is only a little gray, he looks only in his fifties, but his wife already has gray hair.

This is just a martial artist in the blood realm, and if he reaches the Yuan realm, the difference will be even greater.

Zhao Lin read a story in the warrior's notes in Tianshui Pavilion.

Many years ago, Xingyunzong had a pair of childhood sweetheart disciples, the boy named Deng Huanzhi and the girl named Xu Lanfang.

The two grew up together since they were young, and they are both talented people. They entered the Dancing Elephant Academy together at the age of 22.

Back then, they became partners under the auspices of the law enforcement elders, and it became a good story for a while.

But things weren't so good after that.

Deng Huanzhi broke through to the blood realm at the age of 24, and reached the Yuan realm at the age of 36, becoming the youngest elder of the sect at that time.

However, Xu Lanfang's cultivation has been stagnant. At the age of 30, seeing that the blood level was hopeless, she conceived and gave birth to a son, and completely gave up the idea of ​​breakthrough.

Although there is a wide gap in martial arts, the two have a strong relationship. Deng Huanzhi did not neglect his wife while he was obsessed with martial arts, while Xu Lanfang took care of her husband and taught her children, and the family was harmonious.

Another decade later, problems arose.

Deng Huanzhi, who was nearly fifty years old, looked like a man in his thirties, but Xu Lanfang was already a middle-aged woman with white hair between her temples. The two stood together, not like a husband and wife, but like a mother and child.

After getting along for a long time, Xu Lanfang became more and more unable to bear this matter. Whenever she saw her husband's young face, she couldn't help losing her temper.

Deng Huanzhi understood his wife's feelings and endured everything. He never passed his birthday, and even secretly threw away all the mirrors at home.

On her 50th birthday, Xu Lanfang suddenly left without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter.

The gist 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 son has grown up, she can go away with peace of mind.

Since then there has been no news.

Deng Huanzhi was distraught after reading the letter, and immediately looked for his wife everywhere, but where could he find her in the world?

At that time, Deng Huanzhi had already cultivated to the peak of the Yuan Realm, and one foot stepped into the threshold of Wu Zong. After this incident, he was disheartened, and he could not make any progress in martial arts.

In memory of his beloved wife, he named his grandson Deng Lianfang, and he never saw his wife again until his death.

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

At the end of the note, someone who is doing something good wrote a comment with charcoal.

(End of this chapter)