Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

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Tang Shijiu looked a little embarrassed and quickly apologized, "I will definitely believe you from now on!" When she looked up, she met Shen Yuntan's eyes, which seemed to be asking, "Is that so?"

...Even she herself wasn't quite sure...she always felt a bit distant, unlike with the spittoon back then.

"Anyone who holds a grudge against you will be angry for a lifetime." Shen Yun waved his hand, his voice becoming more and more gentle. "Since you have told me such important things, it proves that you no longer doubt me. I am very satisfied and happy. It's not because of this mental cultivation method, but because of you."

She raised her little face: "Yun Tan, you can't lie to me anymore."

Shen Yun remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Okay." He was already lying.

Chapter Seventy-One: Schemes

How can there be completely honest lovers? Ever since falling in love with Tang Shijiu, this troublesome woman, Shen Yuntan has been pondering this question.

Honestly, aside from feeling a little guilty about concealing his identity and deliberately taking advantage of Tang Shijiu at the beginning, he didn't feel ashamed at all about the other things he had kept hidden. It was clearly an expression of love—not wanting Shijiu to worry, completing everything without her knowing, and bearing all the problems alone. This was Shen Yun's way of showing love.

He felt he had done his best, and was almost ready to lay bare his heart and soul to show her.

Their problems seemed to be temporarily resolved, and they began a harmonious and pleasant "dual cultivation." Shen Yuntan possessed profound internal strength and a solid foundation, while Tang Shijiu was naturally intelligent and had a strong ability to comprehend. The two studied and practiced together, and in just a few dozen days of recuperation, their internal strength had greatly improved. Shen Yuntan, who had originally suffered greatly from the backlash, had also seen his condition lessen considerably. This Mind Strengthening Technique required both of them to practice together, complementing each other. Tang Shijiu and Shen Yuntan were mutually attracted to each other, and their progress was even more rapid than that of ordinary practitioners.

However, something was always missing.

In terms of personality, Tang Shijiu and Shen Yuntan are undoubtedly complementary. Tang Shijiu is impulsive and impatient, while Shen Yuntan is calm and collected. Tang Shijiu is straightforward and bold, while Shen Yuntan is reserved and meticulous. Unfortunately, this complementarity also means that they lack understanding and often clash. For example, Tang Shijiu believes that she should master the inner cultivation technique as soon as possible to destroy the Tang Clan, rescue her father, and kill Tian Shu along the way. She wishes she had 36 hours a day to practice. Shen Yuntan, on the other hand, feels that such things cannot be rushed. It is more important to eat and sleep well and get enough rest than to practice. In ordinary martial arts, one being impatient and the other being slow would not matter, but this unorthodox martial art requires both of them to practice together and is prone to qi deviation!

Neither Shen Yuntan nor Tang Shijiu wanted to become the second Tian Shu Tian Xiu, so they argued about this issue quite a bit.

Although Shen Yun usually compromised, he still felt uneasy.

He's human too, he has a temper, he's not a punching bag or a pushover, and we'll argue every now and then.

So, after another argument, the two finally reached a consensus—they would go to the Tang Clan first, and practice whenever they had time along the way. If they could win, they would fight; if not, they would steal Tang Qingliu. After all, the world was vast, and it was unlikely that only the Tang Clan possessed the antidote. Even if they did, they could steal it, rob it. Shen Yuntan never considered himself a member of a prestigious sect; he could do unorthodox things without batting an eye or feeling any remorse.

Winter is more than halfway over, and the weather seems to be warming up. The ice on the river is getting thinner and thinner. The things that have happened these days feel like a dream.

"Master... how are you?" After much deliberation, Tang Shijiu finally inquired about Xie Dongsheng's condition in detail. Although he was the culprit who caused her mother's death, he had raised her for over ten years; how could she easily abandon him?

"He was too ashamed to see you, so he asked me to take good care of you." The faint light of the setting sun shone from the side, making Shen Yuntan's profile alluringly handsome. "He told me to go directly to the Tang Clan to propose marriage, saying that as long as your father agrees, he won't dare to have any objections."

A single, heartbreaking phrase: "I dare not." The image of her master, so tall and perfect, like a father figure, was uttered in front of her as "I dare not."

"There is something I still need to tell you: Xiaoyao Manor has suffered heavy losses, and your junior brothers and sisters... are probably only half left."

"The medicine your junior brother took contained poppy seeds, which is an addictive poison. Even if he manages to cure it with extraordinary willpower, he will probably become a cripple."

Her childhood dream was to marry Xu Ziqing, kneeling and kowtowing three times and bowing nine times, under the guidance of her master and with everyone's blessings. But in less than half a year, that dream shattered into pieces, settling in her heart and causing her heartache.

The first to leave was Xu Ziqing. She cut off his ear, venting her anger, and no longer hated him. Secretly, she only hoped that he and Gu Yan could truly grow old together and be of one heart forever. But unexpectedly, she has now become a creature that is neither human nor ghost.

Then there was her master. The person she respected most, the most important person to her, had such a treacherous and vicious heart. She had heard the story of Lü Buwei and Zhu Ji, and at the time she had just laughed it off, but now, thinking about it carefully, she couldn't help but feel nauseous.

I read a poem in my childhood; the last line was, "Wearing dogwood everywhere, one person is missing." Next year on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, at Xiaoyao Manor, perhaps more than one person will be missing. Will only half remain...?

She lowered her head, not wanting the person opposite her to see the tears welling up in her eyes, yet she still couldn't help but tremble slightly. Shen Yuntan didn't reach out to hug her; he didn't know how to comfort her, much less how to soothe her. He could only be thankful that Tang Shijiu hadn't witnessed the tragic scene firsthand.

Liu Xi'er, who had always dreamed of a white-clad scholar-knight riding a white horse to pick her up, was blown into a tree. She loved white all her life, but when she died, she was covered in blood.

There was also Junior Brother Chen, who secretly loved Gu Yan and always disliked Xu Ziqing. In the sudden chaos of the Tang Sect, he was nailed to a tree, and even in death, he had a handkerchief that Gu Yan had used hidden in his arms.

They were all so young, harboring all sorts of dreams and longing for unknown lovers.

Tang Shijiu lowered his head and after a long while said, "They... just forgot the way home." When he slowly raised his head, there was already a sharp light in his eyes, "I will not let them go, not a single one of them."

That deep-seated hatred twisted her once innocent face, making it look somewhat ferocious and terrifying. Shen Yuntan reached out and gently stroked the faint scars on her face—scars that had almost healed thanks to Tianxiu's miraculous ointment.

"Nineteen, leave this to me." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "Your grudge is my grudge."

He wouldn't let that scum's blood sulli his nineteen-year-old hands.

He wouldn't let Tian Shu, Tian Xiu, or the Tang Clan go. He only intervened to save Tian Xiu that day because he didn't want Nineteen to kill him with his own hands and leave regrets—after all, he knew that Nineteen's feelings for Tian Xiu were extraordinary, and he was afraid that Nineteen would regret killing Tian Xiu in such a muddled way later.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Shen Yuntan's handsome face.

Whether it's Tianxiu or Tianshu, they must die. And they must die in a way that leaves Tang Shijiu with no regrets or lingering attachments. Going all the way, eliminating them completely, leaving no trace, has always been his style in seclusion.

He raised his bright eyes, took Tang Shijiu's hand, and gently told her.

Nineteen, Tang Yu is dead. The person who killed her was Tian Shu.

He's lying again, and it's a colossal lie.

However, as long as Nineteen doesn't feel guilty for the rest of his life and can kill Tian Shu without any scruples, what is there to hesitate about in such a win-win situation?

Seeing the surprise that turned into anger on Nineteen's face, Shen Yun chuckled, his laughter light and carefree.

A lie that cannot be exposed is not a lie.

Chapter Seventy-Two: The End (Part One)

That door had been closed for seventeen years, and Tang Diruo had never had the courage to push it open and take a look.

He stood at the door, hesitating, raised his hand as if to knock, but ultimately withdrew it helplessly.

The door opened by itself, and Tang Qingliu stood in the doorway, his black hair loose, his face still bearing a cynical smile, but the lines at the corners of his eyes could not hide the vicissitudes of seventeen years.

"Since you're here, why don't you come in and sit down?" As if entertaining a long-lost friend, Tang Qingliu's tone was neither warm nor completely distant—but it was indeed too distant from his father.

Tang Diruo's body seemed to have become even more hunched under the flickering lamplight.

"Qingliu..." he suddenly didn't know how to begin, "Still blaming Dad?"