Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 102

Bu Chen asked, "What if the snow melts?"

"Spring is in full bloom, full of vitality."

"Whether the snow melts or not, it's all the same here. Spring comes and goes, only the appearance changes." Buchen shook her head. "Whether it's ten years or twenty years, only the appearance changes, the true heart remains unchanged. Master, why are you so persistent, not for the Tuanfu Heart Sutra, but for what? You've already seen what you needed to see, year after year it's the same, so what's different now from the past?"

Ningyin turned her face to the side. The passage of time had not actually left many marks on her face, but the vicissitudes in her eyes were very different from those of her sixteen-year-old self.

“The master has become obsessed with Zen meditation, and his speech is becoming increasingly unclear.” Ningyin smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach her eyes. She clenched her fist, then slowly relaxed it. “Whether there is any difference between now and the past, we will only know after we see.”

After wandering aimlessly around Xiaoyao Manor for so many days, she only hoped that the young man who had advised her to leave temporarily a few days ago wasn't lying. He really could find a way to get Ningyin up Xiaoyao Mountain in the short term, and really let her see with her own eyes whether the past and the present were different.

Ge Yang...

Evening Glory...

These two names are like knives, cutting indelible scars into her heart every minute and every moment.

She didn't have to wait long. That very night, a charming and graceful woman sat in her room. In her hand was a detailed map, with blood-red markings clearly indicating the route to Xiaoyao Manor.

"My master asked me to take the nun up the mountain." The woman had a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, poised to fall, giving her a unique and alluring charm. Ningyin disliked this kind of woman. She herself was upright and rigid in her actions, while the legendary Xiyan was charming, passionate, and lively. However, the map in the woman's hand left her no choice but to believe it.

"Give me the map, I can go by myself." Ningyin didn't want to deal with such a vixen any longer.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, her allure captivating: "Is the nun afraid that I will corrupt her disciples?"

Ningyin was furious. With a flick of her long sleeve, she struck the woman's cheek hard. She had given the young man some face and hadn't used her full strength, only managing to make the woman's mouth slit and bleed. Otherwise, the force of that flick, even if it didn't break her jawbone, would at least have knocked out a few teeth.

The woman was knocked to the ground by her, but she didn't cry out in pain. Instead, she giggled charmingly: "Master, you have quite a temper. The master was right. Indeed, this job can only be completed by sending Zi Nu."

With that smile, Ningyin was at a loss. What could you do to someone who wasn't afraid of being beaten up?

"What is the background of your master? How could he have such great ability to find out the way to Xiaoyao Mountain?"

"You can't tell Master Nun about this. Otherwise, my master won't love me anymore." Zi Nu gently licked the blood from her lips and said softly, "As the saying goes, everyone gets what they need and seeks their own benefit. Master Nun only needs to know that this will fulfill your wish and help my master obtain the Tuanfu Heart Sutra. Why not do it?"

“Wish? I have no wish, nor do I wish to be a tool in your hands.”

"Oh, what kind of formalities are you spouting, Master?" Zi Nu asked in astonishment. "Who do you think you can help us deal with? Ge Yang is already under our control. What can he do to my master? My master knows that you are a person of high moral character and disdains that Tuanfu Heart Method. My master also knows that there is a very important matter that you are thinking about."

"Um?"

“Xi Yan and Ge Yang’s daughter, Master, do you really want to just watch her live a good life?” Zi Nu lowered her eyes. “Such a beautiful age, such a perfect youth, not everyone can have it.”

Xi Yan…Ge Yang’s daughter… Ning Yin’s eyes narrowed slightly, her fists clenching unconsciously. Such beautiful years, such vibrant youth—she never had them, yet their daughter was enjoying them!

“The Tang Clan has been mixed in with the Buddha Stone Wonderland and your sect for quite some time now,” Zi Nu observed and added in a low voice, “At that time, all you need to do is help us clean them up. The Master doesn’t like the Tang Clan and doesn’t want to get his hands dirty.”

"Tang Clan? Tang Di and Tang Di Ruo are getting bolder and bolder, daring to mess with this old nun!" Ningyin was furious and drew her sword. "Where are they?"

Zi Nu giggled repeatedly: "Master, don't be in such a hurry. Once we get to Xiaoyao Manor, are you afraid those bastards won't show their true colors?"

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the candlelight inside the Ningyin tent was dim and hazy.

Suddenly, Gu Yan's shrill scream rang out from Xiaoyao Manor: "Master, Master is spitting blood!"

Chapter Sixty-Three: Intricate

Xie Dongsheng, who had always been in good health, suddenly vomited blood, his face turned ashen, and he was on the verge of death. Tang Shijiu went in to check on him several times, but each time he was weakly waved away and sent back out.

“Master knows you are filial. Isn’t Xiaoyan here too?” Xie Dongsheng said, his lips trembling as he pointed to Gu Yan, who was standing obediently to the side.

“Nineteen, your master is sorry for you, sorry for your mother. You look a lot like your mother…” Tang Nineteen was about to speak when Xie Dongsheng grabbed her hand, tears streaming down his face, “If you don’t leave, I feel like your mother is coming to kill me every time I look up, it scares me to death.”

This was indeed a very good and powerful reason, so powerful that Nineteen had absolutely no reason to refuse. He could only give some instructions and then reluctantly returned to his room.

So, for the past seventeen years, Xie Dongsheng had been living in constant fear, looking at his own face, always feeling like the woman he had wronged in the past had possessed him? Nineteen smiled bitterly, recalling how excited Tang Qingliu was when looking at his face, how he narcissistically hugged the mirror and stared at himself every day—clearly, he thought his daughter resembled him. Shen Yuntan said that Sang Tianxiu had thought she looked like Tang Weiqi, well, she was also her aunt? Now, she was acting like her own mother.

So, looks are indeed a matter of personal taste; beauty is in the eye of the beholder. As long as someone has even the slightest resemblance to a certain appearance, they can make the viewer's wishes come true, bringing them great satisfaction.

Tang Shijiu was lost in thought, her head down, when she bumped into someone. It was Tianxiu, whose clothes were half-open and soaked. Tianman tugged at Tianxiu's sleeve, apologizing profusely.

Seeing that it was Shijiu, Tianxiu smiled awkwardly and adjusted his clothes: "Junior Brother Tian accidentally spilled tea all over me just now, and I was just about to change my clothes. How are you feeling, Uncle-Master?"

Tang Shijiu looked at Tianxiu, who was half-soaked, and Tianman, who was desperately hiding behind Tianxiu, and felt helpless.

"Tian Hou'er, you spilled a whole pot, not just a cup."

Tian Man poked her little head out: "Senior sister, you've seen through it all."

Snowflakes were still falling outside. Tianxiu's house was neither too far nor too close to Tang Shijiu's. Half of them were soaked through. Going out like this wouldn't kill them from the cold, but it would be tough. Tang Shijiu pushed Tianxiu into the house and glared at Tian Man: "You little monkey who's caused trouble, go get your senior brother some clothes."

"Why!"

"No." Tianxiu smiled. "Nineteen, I need to use poison. If this junior brother messes around and accidentally gets something on his hands, it will be my fault."

“If you feel sorry for me, why don’t you let me sit here a little longer until my clothes are dry before I go back?” He winked mischievously at the sulking Tian Man. “Brother Tian, sit with me for a while too, so we don’t have any awkward situations and gossip.”

Tang Shijiu rolled her eyes. Ever since Tianxiu came up the mountain, he'd been coming to hang out with her nine out of ten days, and she couldn't get rid of him no matter what. This guy was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, destined to be a ladies' man; even without making a move, he could attract a whole bunch of girls. The junior sisters didn't say anything, but they were seething with resentment. They just wondered why Shen Yuntan hadn't received this kind of treatment before. It was definitely a difference in aura that led to different results. If it were Tianshu, a cold glance might have scared away a bunch of girls, but Tianxiu had people automatically coming to his door even if he just stood there.

At this moment, Tianxiu started pretending to be a virtuous and upright gentleman again, talking about things that seemed suspicious.

Tianxiu took off her outer robe and hung it inside the room. She glanced at Tang Shijiu, who was staring intently at her, with a smile and said, "Watch out for your drool."

Tang Shijiu spat, "What a huge poached chicken!"

Tian Man carefully walked over and poked his belly: "Senior Brother Xiu, you have abs."

Tianxiu nodded arrogantly, straining his abdominal muscles. He smugly flattered Tang Shijiu, "Look here, look here, look here."