Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

As dusk deepened, the breeze along the river bend carried a slight chill.

Old Chen happily put away his fishing rod, picked up the heavy fish basket, which was mostly filled with Li Qingshan's catch.

He weighed it in his hand, then his face lit up with a smile: "We're in for a treat tonight! Let's go home!"

Zixia stepped forward and gently took the heavy fish basket and some miscellaneous items from Old Chen's hands.

Clearly, although he was a practitioner, his care for his grandfather remained unchanged.

Her gaze swept lightly over Li Qingshan again, and she nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Li Qingshan also packed up his fishing gear, still looking as casual as ever, and followed the grandfather and grandson back the way they came.

Old Chen walked in the middle, with his granddaughter on his left and his old friend on his right.

He was clearly in high spirits, unable to stop talking: "Little Li, you have no idea, Zixia has really made something of herself these days. They... oh, the Purple Mansion Holy Land, they all treat her like a precious gem!"

"Grandpa," Zixia called out softly with a hint of helplessness, her face slightly embarrassed, "please don't always say that."

"That's exactly right!"

Old Chen had a loud voice, "Our little corner of the world has produced immortals for generations. My granddaughter is a fairy descended to earth, isn't she, Little Li?"

He didn't forget to get Li Qingshan to agree.

Li Qingshan nodded in agreement, his tone sincere: "Yes, Old Chen, you're lucky. Miss Zixia is clearly an outstanding person."

These words come from the bottom of my heart.

If a person with a pre-natal Dao embryo obtains the correct Dharma, their future achievements are indeed limitless.

Zixia could hear the calmness and sincerity in Li Qingshan's words; it wasn't deliberate flattery, but rather an objective statement.

This made her even more curious about this "fishing buddy" that her grandfather always talked about.

Grandpa said he was just a lazy young man who loved fishing, but this kind of spirit...

......

The three of them quickly returned to Old Chen's fenced courtyard.

Although the courtyard was simple, it was clean and tidy, with scallions and garlic planted in the corners and dried chili peppers and corn hanging under the eaves, full of life.

Zixia skillfully started a fire and washed the cooking utensils, her movements swift and efficient, showing no airs of a saint.

Old Chen rolled up his sleeves and personally began processing the bluefish, while instructing, "Girl, go to the cellar and get the rice wine I brewed last year. Little Li rarely comes back; he needs a couple of cups!"

Li Qingshan wanted to help, but Old Chen slapped him away: "Go away, just sit and wait to eat. I know your cooking skills too well. The grilled fish is okay, but the soup is just not quite right!"

Li Qingshan didn't insist. He smiled and sat down under the old locust tree in the yard, watching the grandfather and grandson busy themselves.

The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the gaps in the leaves, creating dappled patterns.

The air was soon filled with the fresh aroma of fish soup and the sweet fragrance of rice wine, mixed with the scents of earth and grass, creating a simple yet warm scene of fireworks.

Over the centuries, he has ventured into countless secret realms, witnessed the collapse of galaxies, and sat alone on the edge of the universe.

This tranquility and vibrancy at this moment stirred comfortable ripples in his calm heart.

Soon, the food was served.

A small square table is placed in the courtyard, with a few home-style dishes, a large bowl of milky white fish soup, and a pot of warm rice wine.

The dishes were simple, but they were piping hot and had a wonderful aroma.

Old Chen poured wine for all three of them, took a satisfying sip himself first, and then enthusiastically placed a large piece of fish belly meat on Li Qingshan's plate: "Try it, try it, you caught it yourself, it's fresh!"

Li Qingshan thanked him and took a bite.

The fish is tender, the soup is rich and flavorful, and has just the right amount of ginger and scallion aroma.

He praised, "The heat is just right, Old Chen, your skills are still the best."

Old Chen was even happier, and turned to Zixia: "Girl, you should eat more too. You definitely can't get such authentic river fish in your fairyland!"

Zixia ate in small bites, her eyes gentle: "Mmm, Grandpa's fish soup is the best~~"

During the meal, Old Chen naturally turned his attention to Zixia, asking her incessantly how her life in the Holy Land was, whether her cultivation was tiring, and whether anyone was bullying her.

Zixia patiently answered each question, speaking gently and only reporting good news.

Li Qingshan mostly just listened, occasionally chiming in with a word or two, but mostly focused on eating and drinking, as if he were just a neighbor who was freeloading off someone.

After a few rounds of drinks, Old Chen's face was flushed. He looked at his granddaughter, who was as bright as a pearl beside him, and then at his gentle old friend across the table. His eyes darted around, and his little scheme started to take shape again.

He cleared his throat and said to Li Qingshan in a casual tone, "Little Li, look at you, you're not young anymore, it's not good for you to keep drifting around like this."

Have you ever thought about settling down, starting a family, and starting a family?

Li Qingshan was picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks when he heard this, he paused for a moment, and looked up at Old Chen.

Old Chen ignored his gaze and continued, "Our place may be small, but it's peaceful. Look at Zixia, she's sensible and has a good temperament. You young people should get to know her better; who knows..."

"grandfather!"

Zixia's face flushed red instantly; this time, she was genuinely embarrassed and annoyed.

She quickly interrupted, "What nonsense are you talking about? Senior Li is your friend!"

She felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

She vaguely understood her grandfather's thoughts; he probably thought that Senior Li was a good person and knew him well, so he wanted to play matchmaker.

But what does all this have to do with anything?!

Putting aside the fact that she herself is a Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion, and marriage is a serious matter, just look at this Senior Li...

Zixia always felt that the way he looked at her was similar to how her grandfather looked at her or how a senior disciple looked at a disciple: gentle, indifferent, with a hint of scrutiny and assessment.

It's definitely not romantic love!

Li Qingshan wasn't angry; he just found it somewhat amusing.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine glass, took a slow sip, and then looked at Old Chen, his tone calm with a hint of helpless smile: "Old Chen, you've had too much to drink!"

"Miss Zixia is like a cloud in the sky, with a bright future ahead. As for me, I'm just a carefree person by the river, used to drifting alone, living a carefree life."

"Don't say things like that again; it only embarrasses Miss Zixia unnecessarily!"

His words were clear and unambiguous, pointing out the gap between the two of them, politely declining the "good intentions," and giving Zixia a way out.

Old Chen opened his mouth, looked at Li Qingshan's calm gaze, and then at his granddaughter's slightly flushed but visibly relieved expression. He realized that he might have been too hasty and had made a mistake in matchmaking.

He chuckled awkwardly, "Well, I was just... thinking about you young people... never mind, let's drink! Just pretend I'm an old man rambling!"

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

To change the subject and ease the tension, Zixia raised her glass to Li Qingshan and said, "Senior Li, thank you for accompanying Grandpa all these years and listening to him talk about his life. I'd like to toast you!"

Li Qingshan raised his glass and clinked it with hers, then smiled and said, "I should thank Old Chen for taking in a lazy bum like me and providing me with a hot meal."

He downed the drink in one gulp, put down the glass, and as if suddenly remembering something, reached into the lining of his unassuming black coat and touched it.