Zongwu: Longevity starts from marrying a wife down the mountain

Chapter 2 Ding!
"Zhang Luo doesn't have to."

"It's not urgent, I have my own plan."

Qin Cang shook his head and refused aloud.

Just kidding, you still have to do it yourself to find a wife.

As a time traveler, marrying a girl whom he has never met before is somewhat unacceptable.

Of course, if this girl is beautiful and charming, that's not unacceptable.

"Hey, young master, do you have a girl you like?"

Seeing Qin Cang shaking his head and refusing, Uncle Shou couldn't help being curious, and asked with a grin.

Just when Qin Cang was about to explain, a soft and soft voice sounded.

"Young master, you are back!"

At some point, a pretty girl in a light green dress stood beside the arch on the right side of the courtyard.

Her face is clear and beautiful, her skin is as white as fat, her eyebrows are beautiful, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she is charming and soft, but there is a quiet and gentle temperament.

"Yes, I just came back."

Looking at the gentle girl approaching, Qin Cang smiled.

This girl is Qin Cang's maid named Xiangling.

Four years ago, when Qin Cang was settling accounts at Zuiyun Residence, a disheveled and frail little girl came into the store to beg for food.

Seeing that she was pitiful, Qin Cang took in this little girl named Xiang'er.

At the very beginning, Qin Cang only thought that this was an ordinary little girl who had escaped from an accident in her family.

But I didn't expect to find a treasure.

After the little girl washed and changed into clean clothes, although her face was pale, it was not difficult to see from her brows that this little girl was a proper beauty.

Moreover, this little girl is very intelligent and learns things quite quickly.

After staying by Qin Cang's side for a period of time, he was able to easily read and write, and learned Qin Cang's accounting method of Arabic numerals.

Thus, Qin Cang began to train the little girl and named her Xiangling.

"Young master, I plan to stay at home for a few days when I come back this time."

Xiang Ling's voice was soft, and there was a little hope in her clear and bright eyes.

It was not difficult to hear from the voice that she hoped that Qin Cang would stay at home for a few more days.

"I won't go back to Mount Hua, I will stay at home from now on, take good care of Zuiyunju, earn some money, marry a wife and have children, and live a stable life."

The corner of Qin Cang's mouth curled into a smile, and he raised his hand to hold a strand of black hair from Xiangling's temple, and gently kneaded it.

Xiang Ling was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then lowered his head shyly.

Immediately afterwards, her jade-white cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her crystal earlobes were also quickly stained with a blush.

Obviously, she heard Qin Cang's implication.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Shou shook his head with a smile, and led the horse into the courtyard tactfully.

"Don't be shy, I'm a little hungry, go to the kitchen and help me get something to eat."

"Let me see if your cooking skills have improved during this time."

After Shou Bo left, Qin Cang let go of Xiang Ling's hair and said with a smile.

"Ah."

Xiang Ling blushed, let out a weak mosquito murmur, and quickly disappeared from Qin Cang's sight.

After coming to this world for several years, the only place Qin Cang has not adapted to is eating.

Of course, this refers to the food of the Huashan School.

Xiangling is also very talented in cooking, and under Qin Cang's guidance, it has reached a level that Qin Cang is quite satisfied with.

After eating and drinking.

Qin Cang was lying on the deck chair in the courtyard with a contented expression.

Bathed in the warm spring sun, blowing the gentle spring breeze.

"Huh... lying flat is comfortable!"

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a handkerchief and put it on his forehead to cover the glare of the sun, and let out a long breath.

It's not a good feeling to be a flat salted fish without dreams.

At this moment, Qin Cang relaxed and felt extremely comfortable.

After coming to this world for several years, it seems that I have never been so comfortable.

When I first came here, I needed to worry about my livelihood.

After Zuiyunju got better and his livelihood was secure, he joined the Huashan School and began to worry about his cultivation again.

During the three years in the Huashan School, I was either practicing or on the way to practice, thinking about breaking through to the eighth rank as soon as possible, thinking about...

But in the end, because of his weak bones and lack of cultivation qualifications, he failed to break through to the eighth rank in three years, so he had to leave the Huashan School voluntarily.

"The end of the world with the sword is a dream!"

"Now that I wake up from the dream, I should enjoy life."

Qin Cang gently rocked the recliner and stretched comfortably.

On the way back, he had already thought about his future plans.

Manage Zuiyunju well, make it bigger and stronger, and accumulate money.

If you can't become a martial arts master, just be a rich man with a carefree life.

Although he has left the Huashan faction, the favor of the Huashan faction still exists.

A group of brothers from the same sect would come down to Zuiyunju for a drink from time to time, and senior brother Linghu Chong was also among them. Qin Cang maintained a good relationship with them.

Although the Huashan School is not a first-class school in this world, it is also very famous within a radius of hundreds of miles.

With the Huashan faction as the backer, Qin Cang can gradually let go of running Zuiyunju.

You don't have to be as intimidated as you were at the beginning, for fear that the business will be missed by others.

As for internal strength cultivation.

Then it's up to fate.

Slowly practice for a few years, and you will always be able to break through and become an eighth-rank martial artist.

After all, talent is there. If you practice hard until you die, you will become a sixth-rank warrior at most.

It is better to enjoy life than to waste the good time in penance.

……

As the dusk deepens, the moon rises above the branches.

Qin Cang closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting cross-legged on the head of the bed, his chest rising and falling in a specific rhythm.

He is currently cultivating inner strength, which is the basic inner strength mental method of the Huashan School.

Although he was already lying flat, he still had to practice.

In this world where force is paramount, it is better to have a little internal strength.

"call……"

Qin Cang opened his eyes and exhaled a foul breath.

After adjusting the breath for two hours, a very subtle internal force was generated in the body.

He has long been used to this.

There is no way, the talent is really too hip.

The main reason is that the age of practicing martial arts is too late, and I missed the age of laying a solid foundation for cultivation.

Normally, a person with a little bit of cultivation talent can easily break through to the eighth-rank realm after three years of cultivation.

And for a person like him who has no talent for cultivation, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort in cultivation. Even if he puts in several times more effort than others, he may not be able to catch up.

"My lord, the ginseng soup is ready, I brought it for you."

Outside the room, a soft voice sounded.

"Okay, come in."

After the words fell, Xiangling pushed the door open and walked in.

She was holding a tray in her hand, on which was a steaming white porcelain jar.

In the past, when Qin Cang returned home from Mount Hua, she would come to bring ginseng soup to Qin Cang at this time.

But she is a little different today.

A little powder was applied on the pure and pleasant cheeks, and the lips were a little red, obviously rouge.

A pair of bright beautiful eyes dodged a little, not daring to meet Qin Cang's gaze.

Seeing this scene, Qin Cang's eyes lit up, and his heart became hot involuntarily.

In the past, he wanted to cultivate his internal strength, so he always maintained his Yuanyang body.

Because maintaining Yuanyang is helpful for cultivation.

But now that he has chosen to lie flat, there is obviously no need for this.

Immediately, Qin Cang got up and got out of bed, took the tray from Xiang Ling's hand, and put it on the table beside him.

Under Xiang Ling's shy gaze, Qin Cang leaned over and picked her up horizontally, stepped forward and put her on the bed.

During the whole process, Xiangling didn't say a word, but just buried her red cheeks in Qin Cang's chest.

Through a layer of clothes, Qin Cang could feel Xiangling's cheeks burning hot.

"Ling'er, are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me hand in hand."

"The servant is willing to..."

In the middle of speaking, Qin Cang interrupted.

……

After about an hour of incense sticks, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

Qin Cang was about to go to sleep with his arms around his pear blossoms and rainy Xiangling jade shoulders.

A cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

【Points +5】

The moment the voice fell, a blue light curtain appeared in the field of vision.

【Host】: Qin Cang
【Cultivation】: Ninth Rank Peak (0/100)

[Huashan Basic Mind Method]: Getting Started (0/80)

[Huashan Basic Swordsmanship]: Getting Started (0/50)

【Points: 5】

……

PS: Here the author explains the settings.

Skills add special effects of internal force, add special attributes, add special effects, and do not directly add cultivation to the realm.

The martial arts of the Jin series don't divide the realm of internal strength very much, most of them are divided by the proficiency of skills.

But the world of comprehensive martial arts is complicated and needs to be more clearly divided, so it can only be written in this way.

Don't spray if you don't like it.

(End of this chapter)