Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Over the years, the Wang family has had seven boys in a row, but they have never seen a daughter.

People often say that a daughter is her father's lover from a past life. Because he just couldn't have a daughter, Old Wang was often teased by the villagers—that he must have been a bachelor in his past life, and he probably couldn't even find a wife, let alone a lover.

That makes sense. When he was young, Old Wang especially dreamed of having a sweet and adorable daughter, like a warm and comforting cotton-padded jacket, so he could watch her grow up and then see her happily bring home a naughty boy...

He had always wanted a daughter.

Old Wang's wife was a virtuous woman. She knew her husband's thoughts, and although it would put a lot of strain on her body, she was still willing to try to have a girl for Old Wang.

This is the eighth time.

If he doesn't have a daughter, Old Wang figured he should just accept his fate.

The midwife, with a stern face, held the crying baby in her hands and turned away with a heavy expression.

She wrapped the baby's body in a white cloth stained with a little blood, raised her head, and her face was full of solemnity that made Old Wang shudder.

Old Wang's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned deathly pale: "Again...again, a man?"

The midwife took a deep breath, then gently lifted the white cloth in her hands, instantly wiping away the feigned seriousness on her face, and couldn't help but laugh:

Congratulations, it's a girl!

Old Wang was stunned for a moment, then stared blankly at the baby in front of him, mouth agape, in utter shock.

His lips twitched suddenly, then he closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The boys around me were cheering, some even jumping up and down with joy. When they landed, they bumped their legs, cried out in pain, and hugged each other.

The wife, lying on the bed panting, also broke into a smile, and happiness filled the entire room.

This day must have been the happiest day of Old Wang's life.

His family finally gained a daughter.

However, it wasn't just Old Wang's family.

Perhaps it was a blessing from heaven, but on the same day, Old Gu from Hanyu Village, the guy with the strangest temper in the whole village, also had his first son.

It's quite a coincidence.

The Wang family has had several sons, but no daughters.

Old Gu had several daughters, but never a son.

As a result, on the same day, Old Wang's family gained a daughter, and Old Gu at the village entrance also gained a son.

Ironically, these two are childhood friends who have been inseparable since they were little.

"Hey, I'm telling you, you big idiot Gu—"

night.

The wind was biting cold.

The snow in the village was already above people's knees, and two figures, wrapped up tightly, sat at the entrance of the village, gazing at the frozen lake in the distance.

Old Wang, his legs trembling, smiled broadly, his face beaming despite the cold wind: "Have you decided what to name your son?"

The man surnamed Gu curled his lip, sat down next to Old Wang, and rubbed his calloused hands: "I've been thinking about this for a long time. I've been waiting for this day for who knows how long."

After saying that, he nudged his friend next to him with his elbow: "What about you? With your level of education, can you come up with any good names?"

"My wife named my precious daughter. She's learned to write and is a cultured person, much better than Old Wang."

"Look how smug you are... Hey, Lao Wang, you had a daughter, and I finally had a son. Didn't we talk about a marriage between our children before?"

"What do you mean? You want me to marry my precious daughter to your brat?"

"What? You look down on me?"

"Well—it's not quite like that, but I think we should still see what they both think. We can't force the kids, right?"

"If they're willing, then let's get it done for them."

"That makes perfect sense. If it really works out, we'll be relatives, hahaha—"

The two of them laughed and chatted nonsense at the village entrance all night.

—The next day, they both actually got sick and were lying in their own beds. When asked what they had been doing, they didn't say... Maybe they felt it was too embarrassing to go out in the middle of the night and chat with their friends, and end up getting sick.

But in any case.

The Gu family has gained another member, Gu Xingzhuo.

The Wang family now has another member, Wang Xiaomo.

The betrothal between the two children was actually arranged.

……

……

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

That year, Gu Xingzhuo was seven years old, and so was Wang Xiaomo.

The two had known each other for four years. Although the child's memory was not very clear, the boy and girl had become very good playmates.

Today they're playing at Old Wang's house, and tomorrow they're visiting Old Gu's house. Almost everyone in Hanyu Village knows about these two close friends.

Even the elderly folks in the village would use this as a topic of conversation and tease the two kids when they had some free time.

Wang Xiaomo's reaction was rather calm. She has always been very quiet. Her father, Lao Wang, said that she inherited her mother's cultured temperament. Faced with the teasing and jokes from the older folks, Wang Xiaomo only blushed slightly and did not say anything.

Gu Xingzhuo, on the other hand, was much more shy. When he heard those rumors, his face would often turn crimson, and he would try to deny them. At times, he would also steal a few glances at Wang Xiaomo.

Children's feelings are always more innocent.

Although many people talk about it, and some of their peers even joke about it, Gu Xingzhuo and Wang Xiaomo still spend every day together.

Gu Xingzhuo learned hair-tying skills from his sister and tried to create different hairstyles for Wang Xiaomo every day. Sometimes he could create very beautiful hairstyles, while other times they were quite strange, often making Wang Xiaomo laugh when she looked in the mirror.

Wang Xiaomo never complained about Gu Xingzhuo's inconsistent hair-tying skills. She simply sat quietly in front of the wooden dressing table, pursed her lips, her eyes shimmering with autumn water, and smiled as she watched the clumsy boy gently stroking her hair.

……

……

Later, they grew up.

That year, Wang Xiaomo was fourteen, and Gu Xingzhuo was the same.

Boys of this age are expected to take on the responsibility of supporting their families.

Gu Xingzhuo's father was a fisherman. Because his family consisted entirely of girls, they were not very wealthy. Although Gu Xingzhuo's sisters worked hard to weave cloth to exchange for food, the cold fishing village relied on fishing for a living.

Therefore, Gu Xingzhuo spent most of his time with his father in the middle of the frozen lake, using the skills passed down from their ancestors to work hard for the whole family.

Wang Xiaomo, on the other hand, was learning to write from her elderly mother. She didn't really like weaving, and since Old Wang doted on his only daughter, he naturally let Wang Xiaomo have her way.

As it turns out, Wang Xiaomo is very talented. In just a few months, his calligraphy has already incorporated his own understanding and has a unique charm.

However, this resulted in the two having far fewer opportunities to meet that year.

That being said.

One day, when Gu Xingzhuo was preparing to go fishing for the first time in his life, he was grabbed by the clothes by someone when he reached the entrance of the village.

He turned around and saw a young girl who had grown into a graceful and elegant woman with a refined and otherworldly appearance.

That was his childhood sweetheart.

"This... is for you."

Wang Xiaomo blushed and handed a stack of yellow papers to Gu Xingzhuo.

Before Gu Xingzhuo could unfold the paper and read it carefully, Wang Xiaomo blushed and hurriedly ran away.

Somewhat bewildered, he unfolded it and found a poem written in remarkably beautiful and elegant handwriting.

A love poem.

Ink dyeing line.

This is the title of the poem.

The ink in Wang Xiaomo, and the line in Gu Xingzhuo.

Gu Xingzhuo wasn't a cultured person, but after spending a lot of time with Wang Xiaomo, he naturally learned some things.

After reading the entire poem, he blushed, folded it up, carefully put it in his pocket, and then, with an irrepressible smile, looked towards the golden lake in the distance.

That day, his catch from fishing was the largest he had ever made in his life.

But what he gained was far more than just fish.

……

……

That year, Gu Xingzhuo was eighteen, and Wang Xiaomo...

gone.

When Gu Xingzhuo learned that Wang Xiaomo had been taken away by cultivators from the Xulan Sect because of his talent, he was somewhat bewildered.

Being recognized for his talent by a cultivator and brought back to the sect for cultivation means that Wang Xiaomo will also become a cultivator in the future, and a cultivator who came from their Hanyu Village.

From any perspective, it is extremely beneficial for the entire village.

Therefore, it was perfectly natural for Wang Xiaomo to leave. Her father, Lao Wang, agreed, the village chief even personally saw her off, and even Wang Xiaomo's brothers saw her off with smiles on their faces.

But Gu Xingzhuo couldn't laugh.

Because Wang Xiaomo left too quickly, too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to react...

He just left suddenly.

In the end, all she left him was a letter...

I will come back.

That's what she said.

The villagers all advised Gu Xingzhuo not to overthink it, saying that Wang Xiaomo would naturally return to the village one day when he became successful.

Everyone says that, but in reality, they all roughly know...