Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

As dawn breaks, Penglai Island is gently shrouded in a dreamlike, milky-white veil.

This mist is not as damp and chilly as the mortal world; instead, it carries the fragrance of grass and trees, the sweetness of the sea breeze, and wisps of almost tangible spiritual energy, which is refreshing and invigorating.

One breath and you feel refreshed and your meridians are clear.

Su Changqing stretched languidly and slowly opened his eyes on the soft couch, carved from ten-thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood and imbued with ancient lightning patterns. Sunlight streamed through the translucent jade window frame, scattering fine golden spots on the floor.

He turned his head and looked at Li Hanyi, who was still fast asleep beside him.

The usually imposing and heroic Snow Moon Sword Immortal had shed all his sharpness and was now quiet and serene.

A few strands of her dark hair clung lazily to her delicate, jade-like cheeks, her breathing even and long, as if time itself had slowed down for her.

Su Changqing couldn't resist reaching out and gently stroking the tip of her pert nose.

"Ugh... Stop fooling around."

Li Hanyi mumbled something, like a frightened kitten, and lazily shrank into the blankets, but a sweet smile lingered on her lips that she herself didn't even realize.

Su Changqing was very satisfied with this kind of life.

There are no endless system tasks, and no inevitable battles.

After the commotion in Tianqi City, all the power struggles and infighting have become a thing of the past. He crushed the ambitions of imperial power, and now, it's likely that no one in the world will dare to disturb his peace.

He rose quietly, walking barefoot on the smooth, jade-like floor, his steps silent.

On the bamboo bed in the outer room, Little Nuomi was sleeping in an extremely unrestrained "spread-eagle" position. A string of glistening drool beads hung on her delicate, sculpted face, clearly indicating that she had once again fought with some delicious food in her dreams last night.

Her little hands were tightly gripping the slingshot made from the demon whale tendons that she had just plucked from Little Black (the giant Kun) yesterday, and she seemed to be aiming at something even in her sleep.

Su Changqing shook his head and chuckled, then snapped his fingers casually.

"call--"

A gentle breeze lifted a blue robe, which fell naturally over his body, its hem fluttering lightly.

Pushing open the door, you are greeted by the magnificent view of the East China Sea.

As the sun rises, the sea gleams with golden light.

The white jade beach trembled slightly at the "snoring" of the giant Kun—this once mighty beast that roamed the deep sea and inspired fear in all who heard of it had now become the "exclusive mount" of Changqing Tower, lying on the shallow beach sunbathing, occasionally turning over and stirring up a wave.

"Good morning, Mr. Su."

A cool, clear voice came from not far away, carrying a hint of respect.

Mo Yi.

This immortal from the East Sea, who once struck fear into the hearts of countless martial artists, was now wearing an apron embroidered with small floral patterns that seemed out of place with his demeanor. He was holding a large broom and was stiffly but earnestly sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

His eyes remained deep, but the demonic and madness that had plagued him for years was now being replaced by an almost mundane tranquility.

After experiencing Su Changqing's "Red Dust Barbecue" ordeal, he felt as if he had been dragged back to the human world from the brink of hell.

"Hey, little Mo, you're pretty diligent."

Su Changqing walked over, squatted down on the stone steps without any regard for his image, and started crunching on a fresh ginseng root, making a crisp sound.

"How's that? Finished digesting yesterday's pork tenderloin? Feeling that threshold of daydreaming yet?"

Mo Yi stopped what he was doing and gave a wry smile: "Sir, you are joking. I have cultivated for a hundred years and thought I had glimpsed the secrets of heaven, but in front of that bowl of meat noodles, I realized that my hundred years of 'fasting' was nothing but self-deception. As for spiritual travel... in front of you, I am nothing more than a child who has just learned to walk."

That's the absolute truth.

Yesterday's meal not only satisfied Su Changqing's appetite, but also concealed some mysterious "fragments of laws" in the ingredients.

After Mo Yi ate it, he felt that the obsession that had troubled him for decades was loosening. The warmth from the everyday life and the peace from ordinary life miraculously suppressed the signs of his demonic possession.

"You've made progress."

Su Changqing patted the crumbs off his hands and nodded in satisfaction. "Where's Xiao Se? Don't tell me he's sleeping in too."

"His Highness has been sitting by the spirit pool in the back mountain for two hours."

Mo Yi pointed to the high point in the center of the island, her tone tinged with a hint of relief.

"Although the hidden meridians in his body have been reshaped by the Master, the foundation is still flawed. I am using the 'Life-Creating Qi' of Penglai to help stabilize it. However, the main thing is still the mental calculation method that the Master gave him. The young prince has amazing talent and has already begun to grasp the basics."

"Yeah, that kid's cunning, mental arithmetic suits him best."

Su Changqing stood up and looked intently at the back mountain.

Just then, a sharp and arrogant cry, with a strange, duck-like voice, suddenly broke the morning's tranquility.

"Insolence! Who dares to shout like that on this immortal island?! Don't you know the rules?! I am the number one immortal of Penglai, capable of reaching for the moon in the heavens and capturing turtles in the sea! Quickly offer up spiritual fruits as tribute!!"

Su Changqing raised an eyebrow and slowly looked up.

A brightly colored, extremely plump parrot was seen flapping its wings and soaring into the sky from the woods, like a walking palette.

This bird has a peculiar appearance; it even has a tuft of golden feathers on its head, resembling a comical little crown, adding a touch of inexplicable nobility.

As it flew, it shouted in that old-fashioned, self-important voice.

"Where did you come from, you rogue cultivator? You dare to squat before me, an immortal? Kneel down! Lightning, come! I'll strike you dead, you blind pretty boy!"

As it spoke, the bird actually flapped its wings in a very serious manner.

midair.

"Sizzle—"

A thin, hair-like blue arc of electricity, carrying a faint smell of burning, flashed past the parrot's wingtip, then landed precisely on the sand at Su Changqing's feet with a "thud," without even emitting a puff of smoke, as if it were merely tickling him.

Mo Yi rubbed his forehead, a hint of embarrassment on his face, and explained to Su Changqing in a low voice, "Sir, this is a strange bird on the island. Because it has been consuming spiritual fruits for many years, it has gained intelligence and even learned some human language and low-level spells. However, it may have suffered some trauma. It always thinks it is the reincarnation of the former island lord."

"My mind is perfectly clear!!"

The parrot landed on a peach tree branch not far away, tilting its head and staring greedily at the remaining half of the spirit ginseng in Su Changqing's hand with its round little eyes. A trace of suspicious, crystalline liquid even dripped from the corner of its mouth.

"Hey! You in the blue robe! That's my breakfast in your hand! Hand it over right now! Otherwise, I'll unleash a 'Five Thunderbolts' strike and show you what cruelty truly means!"

Su Changqing was delighted.

This bird is interesting.

Before he could speak, a surprised little voice came from inside the room.

"Wow! What a beautiful little bird! Daddy, it can talk!"

Little Nuomi, wearing a pink nightgown, rubbed her sleepy eyes and ran out barefoot.

She looked up and saw the parrot, which was as colorful as a palette, and her eyes lit up.

"Beautiful my foot! Call me Lord Immortal!"

The parrot flapped its wings, looking quite arrogant.

"Ignorant brat! Since you're rather cute, I'll allow you to be my servant. Go, go to the back mountain and pick ten Vermilion Fruits for me. If you're short even one, I'll turn your father into a pig! Humph!"

Little Nuomi was stunned, tilting her head and looking at it innocently, then turned to Su Changqing: "Daddy, it said it's going to turn you into a pig. Do pigs have ears? Can I ride one?"

Su Changqing's lips twitched, and his eyes gradually became "kind," a calm before the storm.

"Little Brother Mo."

"Please give your instructions, sir."

Mo Yi bowed, and suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"Since this bird is a 'native' of the island, it should know many little secrets about this Penglai Island and your old stories, right?"

Su Changqing's tone was so mild it was infuriating.

Mo Yi's expression froze, cold sweat beading on her forehead: "Uh... it has indeed lived a very long time. It was already here when my master was alive. However, what it said... is mostly fabricated and unreliable!"

"That's fine then."

Su Changqing looked at the parrot that was still jumping on the branch, preparing to unleash "Five Thunderbolts" again, and a devilish smile appeared on his lips.

"Nuonuo, would you like to hear a story?"

"I want to hear it! Nuonuo loves listening to stories!" Little Nuonuo's eyes lit up.

"it is good."

Su Changqing slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

"come over."

These two simple words contain the immense power of heaven and earth, making their words law.

In that instant, the parrot, which had been squawking, suddenly felt that the surrounding space was completely locked down by an incomprehensible force.

Its wings were still flapping wildly, but its body was completely out of control, like an iron nail attracted by a magnet, flying straight towards Su Changqing's palm.

"Huh? Huh? What kind of sorcery is this?!"

The parrot was so frightened that its feathers bristled, making it look like a round, colorful ball. "Where is my magic?! Where is my heavenly thunder?! Let me go! I'm going to lodge a complaint with the Emperor! Help! They're killing birds!!"

Su Changqing grabbed the two slender little bird legs and lifted them upside down in front of him.

"Are you an immortal?" he asked.

"Of course! This immortal..."

Su Changqing flicked a finger on the forehead with his other hand.

"Boom!"

The parrot was flung so hard that its eyes rolled back wildly, and the tuft of golden feathers on its head was askew; its entire view of bird life seemed to shatter at that moment.

"Who am I?" Su Changqing asked again, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

"You...you're a big bad guy! You're a demon! You bullied the bird!!" the parrot cried.

Su Changqing pretended to throw it into the sea.

"No, no, no! Big brother! Grandpa! Ancestor!"

This parrot was quite adept at changing its tune; it instantly dropped its haughty demeanor and its tone became extremely obsequious, practically dripping with sweetness.

"You are a god descended from heaven! You are the lord of the East Sea! You are the most handsome immortal lord in heaven and earth! I was blind and didn't recognize you just now, please just ignore me! I didn't see anything!"

"It would be such a waste to let it go."

Su Changqing handed it to Xiao Nuomi, his voice gentle yet sending a chill down the parrot's spine.

"From today onwards, you'll be in charge of telling Nuonuo stories. If you tell less than three a day, I'll pluck all your feathers and make them into a peacock fan. If you dare to make up lies to fool the child, I'll pickle you and stew you with that whale."

He paused, then added, "Oh, right, and you have to tell the truth. For example, did you really try to drink spirit fruit like wine back then, only to end up getting yourself all over the island drunk and burning your tuft of hair?"

The parrot shivered, looking at the smiling yet terrifying man in front of it, then at the little glutinous rice next to it that was curiously trying to pluck its feathers, and then at Mo Yi, who was already ashen-faced not far away.

"I...I understand! Young Master, what would you like to hear? Do you want to hear the story of Mo Yi secretly drinking Master's spiritual wine in the middle of the night, or the gossip about the sea monsters fighting on the island? Oh dear, I remember now, Mo Yi seems to have wet the bed back then!!"

Mo Yi's face instantly turned ashen, feeling his centuries-old air of otherworldly elegance crumbling at a visible speed.

Su Changqing laughed heartily and casually stuffed the remaining half of the ginseng into the parrot's beak.

"Okay, let's start with the story of Mo Yi stealing the wine. Nuonuo, take it to sit on the grass over there and listen. Daddy will prepare breakfast for you."

"Yay! Time for a story!" Little Nuomi happily carried the parrot away, her chubby little legs bouncing up and down.

The courtyard has returned to peace.

Li Hanyi had finished washing up sometime earlier. Dressed in a moon-white long dress, her hair half-dry, she leaned against the door frame, her eyes filled with a smile and an indescribable sense of satisfaction, quietly watching this scene.

"You always manage to come up with some really weird and wonderful things," she said softly, her voice full of affection.

Su Changqing walked over, put his arm around her slender waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and smelled the fragrance of her hair.

"That's life."

He looked at the shimmering sea in the distance, at Xiao Se, who was meditating cross-legged and breathing in the sunlight, at Wu Shuang, who was humming a little tune and diligently chopping radishes in the kitchen, and at the parrot in the distance, who was vividly telling Xiao Nuomi about "Mo Yi's bedwetting history".

"This ordinary yet precious life is a tranquility that no amount of turmoil in a past life could buy."

Li Hanyi nodded gently, her eyes tender as she looked into the distance with him.

But life on this fairy island is destined not to remain so peaceful forever.

On the distant horizon, several ships flying the black and gold dragon flag of the Southern Jue royal family were silently sailing toward Penglai Island, like sharks that had smelled blood.

Furthermore, from the depths of the Tianqi City Imperial Palace, a secret order of "no mercy" is traversing mountains and seas, heading straight for this place.

A cold, sharp glint flashed deep in Su Changqing's eyes.

"Looks like this peaceful seafood feast is bound to have a few fools who'll add some spice." He

He spoke casually, yet Li Hanyi beside him felt a strange killing intent instantly permeate the air.

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