When the white-haired Murong Longtu returned, he brought a pot of wine by himself, not a fine wine, but a branch of spring from Jiangnan. What made it valuable was the surprise that it could even be found here, which delighted Murong Longtu.
The old man poured himself a cup of wine and sat alone under the tree, drinking in the moonlight.
The bright moon was in the sky, a veil-like moonlight cascading down, casting the old man’s shadow in another place, as if it too were raising a cup, thus his solo drinking seemed to have a touch of conviviality and exhilaration.
Li Guanyi was brought over by Shaking Light, and aside from her, no one else had noticed the carefree old man. The silver-haired girl, standing behind Li Guanyi, stretched out her hand and forcefully pushed on his shoulder, urging the young man to head over there.
Shaking Light herself stood there, signaling Li Guanyi to go over by himself.
The young man took his cup of wine, went over, and sat next to Murong Longtu. The Green Robed Sword Madman said something to him with a smile, and then Li Guanyi also sat down beside them. The old swordsman picked up the wine pot and poured a cup for the young man, then the two laughed and talked.
The silver-haired girl stood a distance away from them.
She crouched under the tree, hands propping her chin, quietly watching the young man, who had matured, sitting there. She observed Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu talking and laughing, her expression calm, yet there seemed to be a trace of faint sadness.
Suddenly, a hand descended from above and tousled Shaking Light’s hair.
Vigorously, it mussed up Shaking Light’s hair.
The owner of the hand sat down, dressed in clothes that were not so new anymore, with white hair in disarray, still showing a trace of youthful spirit in his eyes, yet now carrying only an old and carefree demeanor. Siming said, "What’s the matter, missing your mom?"
"Hey, you were raised by your master and mistress from a young age, but after all, you are that guy’s daughter. I guess they never dared to raise you as their own daughter, otherwise your petty dad would certainly come knocking."
"Don’t hold a grudge, well... no, just blame your old dad."
"Even though your mom had a special identity and used some special medicine, if it wasn’t for your dad being promiscuous and excessively arrogant, he wouldn’t have been ensnared, never mind, it’s all in the past."
"Never mind the affairs of your dad and mom, you have me, and you have the young Li Guanyi, what else is there to worry about?"
The Mystic Turtle next to Siming lifted its paws to cover its eyes.
Siming vigorously tousled Shaking Light’s hair until it was completely disheveled.
The girl’s face was expressionless.
But there seemed to be a surge of anger accumulating rapidly in the depths of her eyes.
Finally, as Siming lifted his hand, Shaking Light reached out and clasped Siming’s hand from both sides and then opened her mouth.
With shells-like teeth, fair, neat, and delicate.
Capable of crushing hard roasted buns.
With ferocity, she bit down on Old Siming’s palm. Old Siming gasped in pain, his forehead twitching, yet seeing that the girl had finally let out some of her previously unnoticeable emotions, the old man’s eyes softened.
Deep affection does not lead to longevity, extreme intelligence brings harm, especially for people like them.
Seeing too much, thinking too much, holding it all inside, does not lead to a long life.
Old Siming also sat beside them, picked up the wine pot, and casually took a sip of strong liquor, observing the two grandchildren and comparing with his own messy-haired companion biting his palm.
Shaking Light could get along well with anyone, whether it’s Breaking Army, Yuan Zhi, Mr. Lei Laomeng, Nangong Wumeng, except for Old Siming, who could, intentionally or unintentionally, easily stir ripples in the heart of the Stargazer.
And it was very subtle, caught between intentional teasing and unintentional foolishness.
Siming sighed, feeling the strong liquor was as harsh as the night air, which was also oppressively muggy. Thinking of Shaking Light’s background he sighed again.
The offspring of a Martial Arts legend are not something everyone can bear.
The Whale Hunter had been drugged back in the day.
Regrettably, Whale Hunter had such an extremely reckless and arrogant nature.
He swallowed the bait and also the one who laid it.
Originally attended by two beauties, he was sought after by Whale Hunter. Old Siming sighed and murmured, "The finest Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect in the past 300 years wanted to obtain the bloodline of the latest Martial Arts legend; what a plight."
"No wonder that arrogant Whale Hunter arranged for this young girl to be placed in the Stargazing Lineage, while he himself ran off to the vast lands beyond the South Sea... The world is so vast, indeed that’s the safest place."
The elder remained silent for a long time, finally muttering:
"This damned Martial World..."
Siming looked towards the Green Robed Sword Madman. The Mystic Turtle Dharma Form no longer feared Murong Longtu.
Siming saw a bird flapping its wings, landing on the Green Robed Sword Madman’s shoulder, daring to peck lightly at the white-haired temples of the Sword Madman. This usually flippant and casual Siming wore a complex expression.
"From the extreme Yang transforming into Yin Yang reincarnation..."
"Not everyone is like Murong Longtu who has such Martial Arts and boldness to sever ties of gratitude and grudges."
Murong Longtu poured Li Guanyi another cup of wine. The young man sipped, the liquor cool and refreshing, yet the aftertaste carried a hint of sour plum. Murong Longtu holding the cup, said, "It’s wine from Jiangnan, not very strong, but has a nice flavor."