Longevity: Starting From Getting Down The Mountain And Marrying A Wife

Zhong Mansion.

At the dog hour of the evening.

In the front courtyard of the ninth house.

Jiang Ping was pondering over the family rules when she saw Li Yangshi approaching. She greeted her with a smile and a slight bow, "Sister-in-law Li Yangshi..."

Li Yangshi nodded lightly and walked past her without a word.

Jiang Ping's face turned ugly, and she clenched her fists tightly in her sleeves.

Li Yangshi stopped in her tracks, turned around with a smile, and asked, "By the way, little sister Ping'er! Have you established the family rules? It's been quite some time. Don't wait until the master asks and you can't produce them, making other sisters laugh at you."

"No need to worry, sister-in-law!" Jiang Ping smiled and deliberately emphasized the word "sister-in-law." She felt annoyed that Li Yangshi directly referred to the master and didn't even call him uncle. How shameless!

"Just a friendly reminder." Li Yangshi smiled and covered her mouth before walking away with a swaying waist.

The maid Xiaoqin, who was bowing her head nearby, glanced up and whispered, "Madam, she's so disrespectful. In our Zhong Mansion, she actually spoke to you in such a sarcastic tone. You are the master's legitimate wife and the mistress of the backyard. What is her identity..."

Jiang Ping glanced at Xiaoqin and said, "Mind your own business."

"Yes, madam!"

The two of them walked away.

A figure emerged from the dark corner of the corridor and witnessed the scene.

It was Li Shangwu, the eldest son of the Li Mansion.

He sighed and hurriedly walked to catch up with Li Yangshi in the garden, pulling her to a secluded spot next to an artificial mountain.

"Mother!"

Li Shangwu lowered his voice and called out, pursing his lips. He asked seriously, "Mother, what's the matter? How could you become so unreasonable? Why did you deliberately provoke and target Aunt Ping?"

He couldn't understand it at all. It was completely illogical and not in line with the character of his mother that he knew.

Li Yangshi glanced at her son and said, "Is there something wrong? If not, go back to the mansion quickly. I still have to discuss matters with Sister Dongcao."

Suppressing the frustration in his chest, Li Shangwu said, "Mother, this is Zhong Mansion. We have to rely on Uncle Zhong in the future. Even if others can't see it, can't you see it? Aunt Ping holds a special place in Uncle Zhong's heart. Why do you provoke her for no reason?"

Li Yangshi smiled bitterly in her heart. She had no choice. This was the task assigned by her uncle, and she had to complete it properly. "Don't worry about it. Focus on your own matters."

"...If it weren't for you, Mother," Li Shangwu almost couldn't help but retort. He sighed and said seriously, "Mother, I know that you have Uncle Zhong in your heart, but if you really have intentions, you should talk to Uncle Zhong directly. If Uncle Zhong refuses, then you can find another suitable man to marry. Don't meddle in Zhong Mansion's affairs anymore!"

After speaking, he turned and walked away.

"Shangwu!"

Li Yangshi grabbed her son's hand. "I have my own ideas. Don't interfere!"

"I'm doing this for your own good! If you mess up Zhong Mansion, even if Father is still alive, with Uncle Zhong's character, he will kill you with a single blow!"

He pulled his hand away and left.

Li Yang stomped her foot and cursed in her heart: "You little bastard, I know exactly what kind of person you are. There must be a reason for doing this."

Immediately, she turned around and muttered to herself, shaking her head: "Ah, compared to Shang Wen from the second house, I am still lacking in intelligence... How could I, who am so clever, lose to the second house in giving birth to a son..."

As she walked away, a figure emerged from behind the artificial mountain. With flickering eyes, it was Tang Xiaoshu.

After Tang Xiaoshu left.

Another figure appeared from behind the courtyard wall. In the dim light, a pair of bright eyes blinked, lost in thought. It was Zhou Yunning, who had the same enchanting peach blossom eyes as Zhong Yan.

What a lively scene!

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Fuyang Town, Zhizhu Village, Grain Market.

Upon hearing the report from the villagers, Zhong Yan raised an eyebrow.

Yan Sandao's face changed slightly as he asked repeatedly, "How many people have come? Do you know where these bandits are from? Are they just passing by or specifically targeting Fuyang Town? Where are they now?"

The villager with a big nose hurriedly replied, "We don't know where these bandits are from, but there are at least fifty to sixty of them. Many of them are riding tall horses. They are currently looting the town, taking women and children. They even captured Madam Ying and took her away. Sir, Madam, please help us!"

Yan Sandao looked at Zhong Yan and said, "Husband, they are not just passing by bandits. The nearest group of mountain bandits to Fuyang Town is in Shizhu Mountain. There are about a hundred or so of them, with around ten Innate Realm martial artists. The leader is called Wu Xiankun, at the Innate Sixth Stage. It might be them."

Zhong Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Shizhu Mountain? That's quite far from here."

Yan Sandao nodded and said, "I don't know why they came over here. If they were just passing by thieves, they would only rob money and not take people."

However, the villager with a big nose said, "Please forgive me, Sir, Madam. They are not the bandits from Shizhu Mountain. I have seen Wu Dalaga from Shizhu Mountain before, and he is not the leader. The leader is a cultivator who can throw fireballs. He burned Mr. Liu to death with a fireball!"

"Cultivator!" Yan Sandao was shocked. "Husband, could it be a group of bandit cultivators?"

"It's unlikely. Bandit cultivators wouldn't bother with such small towns. At most, there would be one or two of them, and their cultivation level wouldn't be high. They would do it for quick money," Zhong Yan said.

Zhong Yan turned to Li Chungeng and said, "You take care of these people. Take two hundred men and go ahead. Light torches along the way!"

"Yes, yes!"

The crowd became restless and didn't dare to approach.

Zhong Yan mounted his horse and shouted, "If you don't want to die, follow me!"

Li Chungeng waved his hand and shouted, "Hurry, hurry! Lord Zhong has found a way out for you. Starting tomorrow, each person will receive three hundred copper coins to cultivate the wasteland!"

"If you miss this opportunity, you will continue to be refugees, living or dying on your own!"

"Don't dawdle, grab a torch and run!"

In no time, a large crowd rushed towards the town.

Zhong Yan led Yan Sandao and a group of martial artists on horseback in the front.

"Husband, what if they are cultivator bandits?" Yan Sandao was somewhat surprised. Zhong Yan was meticulous and cautious in his actions. He wasn't the kind of person to act out of kindness for a concubine from the Li family.

Zhong Yan smiled and said, "There's no 'what if.' Cultivators can accomplish things without anyone noticing. They wouldn't make such a big fuss. Only a group of insignificant lackeys would do that. You used to be a bandit, so you know the importance of establishing dominance and intimidating the people, making them obedient."

And he called me a bandit... Yan Sandao rolled her eyes and pretended to be angry. "Husband! Bandits can be good or bad. Our Hanfeng Village never robbed ordinary people!"

Zhong Yan glanced at her and chuckled, "So what? Should I give you a medal?"

"Hahaha..." Yan Sandao burst into laughter, like the tinkling of silver bells in the wind.

The other martial artists behind them also laughed, without a hint of nervousness.

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