Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

  Chapter 67 Mortals are pathetic (23)

   After breakfast, I practiced Huidan.

   After lunch, continue alchemy.

   In the blink of an eye, almost half a day has passed.

  Chen An was tired and sat against the wall to rest.

  With nothing else to do, I opened my own panel to view the data on a whim.

  【Name: Chen An】

  【Cultivation: Ninth Level of Qi Refining】

  【Fortune: 1203 low-grade spirit stones】

  【Alchemy: First Level Advanced (2292/2500)】

  【Spiritual Consciousness: First Level Advanced (1678/2500)】

  【Gold Finger: Master (2503/12500)】

  【Sleep Aid: Skilled (385/500)】

  【Fire Root: Medium Grade (388/500)】

  【Spouse: Song Huaying (3 stars), Gu Xinyue (3 stars), Wen Zhiyun (2 stars)】

  【Descendants: Chen Yuejian】

   "Before I knew it, even the progress bar of the Fire Spirit Root was over halfway."

  Chen An murmured, and then said: "It's a pity that in the next four months, this progress bar will be left intact."

   shook his head.

   Continue to view the various data on the panel.

   Arrange your next upgrade plan.

   I don’t know how long it took, Chen An put away the panel, walked out of the alchemy room, stopped all the way to the door of Xiaojiao’s wife, reached out and knocked on the door lightly and said:

   "Ying'er, are you asleep?"

   "Not yet, husband."

   From inside the room came the crisp and soft voice of the little charming wife, like the melodious cry of a yellow warbler, and it made me feel happy listening to it.

  Chen An pushed the door open and entered, and saw his little wife sitting by the bed with her daughter, patiently teaching her some secular etiquette for a lady.

  Xiaojiao's wife used to be the daughter of a family, and she cared about these things from the bottom of her heart.

  However, daughter Chen Yuejian didn't like these secular etiquettes very much, so she frowned.

   "Mom, I want to play in the yard..."

  Chen Yue saw that she really couldn't study anymore, she said in a weak voice.

  Song Huaying resolutely refused: "You're a girl, you only want to go out and play all day long, how can you be so shameless?"

  Jianmianqin couldn't do it here, so the young Chen Yuejian decisively chose to find another way.

  She climbed off the bed, ran to her father and stopped in front of her father, reached out and grabbed his trouser legs, raised her baby's fat face slightly, and said pitifully:

   "Daddy, I want to go out and play in the yard."

  Chen An saw that this little girl was amazing, she knew how to act like a baby when she was only a little over one year old, and the genes of the little charming wife were too strong.

  Song Huaying carried her daughter back and put her on the bed, and said in a stern tone:

   "It's useless to look for your father, let's see if your father will listen to your mother or you!"

"Well-"

  Chen Yuejian let out a drawn-out cry, and looked at her father in front of her with pitiful little eyes.

  Chen An was seen to be in a dilemma, with his wife on one side and his daughter on the other.

  After thinking about it, he could only look at Xiaojiao's wife in the end, and gave her a trick to surround Wei and save Zhao, saying:

   "Ying'er, I have something to tell you about my husband, let Xiaoyue meet you."

   "I listen to my husband."

  Song Huaying knew that her husband was protecting her daughter, but she still chose to be obedient without hesitation and obey her husband unconditionally.

  When Chen Yue heard this, her whole face beamed with joy, and she climbed out of bed and was about to go out.

  Chen An grabbed her and told her:

   "See you, Xiaoyue, you are not allowed to run around alone, I want you to play with Gu Niang or Wen Niang, you know?"

   "Daddy, I know."

   "Just know, let's go."

  Chen An let go of his daughter as he said that, and watched the little girl run out of the room.

  However, she didn't really feel relieved to let her daughter run out alone, but followed her from a distance to see if she would go to her other two mothers.

   Followed up and took a look, and found that although this little girl is playful, she still knows how to listen to adults.

  After coming out of the room, instead of running out to play in the yard alone, she ran into Gu Xinyue's room and called Gu Niang to take her out to play.

  Go back to the little wife's room.

  Chen An walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, gently hugging his little wife into his arms.

  The little wife couldn't help trembling, feeling terrified of what would happen next.

   It's really too frequent during this time.

  It's so frequent that I'm a little scared.

  Chen An noticed the strangeness of Xiaojiao's wife, and looked a little distressed.

  He stroked his little wife's small face, and said to her gently: "Ying'er, my husband just wants to hug you, and won't do anything else."

   "Husband, I'm sorry..."

  Song Huaying's mood became more and more depressed, and her voice gradually became sad. She said, "It's useless to be a ying'er, neither this nor that. Serving your husband is not as good as Sister Gu, and taking care of your daughter is not as good as Sister Wen. She is not a qualified wife, let alone a qualified mother."

   "Yinger, you have done a good job."

  Chen An gently pressed his face to that of his little wife, comforting her in a gentle voice.

  Song Huaying didn't respond, but her voice became sobbing.

  Chen An wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said to her:

   "Ying'er, my husband is trying to find a way to see if I can let you cultivate immortality, or find some exercises that ordinary people can practice and come back to practice for you. Everything will be fine."

"Um."

  Song Huaying just responded, she didn't have any hope for what her husband said, so she had the right to comfort her.

  She knew very well in her heart that if mortals could cultivate immortals, then there would be no so-called difference between immortals and ordinary people in this world.

   This is simply not realistic.

  Chen An knew that the consolation he had just given was very powerless, so he wanted to change the subject to comfort him, and asked curiously:

   "By the way, Ying'er, can you tell my husband about family etiquette in the mundane world, my husband is quite interested in this."

   "As long as the husband wants to hear it, Yinger will talk about it."

  Song Huaying wiped away the tears.

  In the next period of time.

  Under Chen An's constant questioning, Song Huaying told him about secular etiquette.

  From the generally applicable etiquette, to the etiquette of the small family, to the unique etiquette of her own family, and finally how she learned these etiquettes from her mother when she was a child.

  At the beginning, Song Huaying was indeed distracted by this topic, and the loss in her heart gradually dissipated.

   But when she talked about how she learned etiquette from her mother, her whole mood suddenly turned sharply, and she couldn't help crying.

   "Husband, I, I miss my mother, I miss my mother so much, woo woo woo..."

  Looking at the little wife crying pear blossoms and rain in her arms, Chen An felt very distressed, and scolded herself in her heart to listen to the family etiquette, wouldn't it be good to listen to the little wife playing the piano and flute?

  In the next time.

  Chen An didn't say any comforting words, just hugged his little wife silently, looked at her little face disfigured from crying, listened to her extremely sad crying, and felt her trembling when her nose twitched.

   After the little wife was tired from crying and vented her depressed emotions, she performed a sleep aid to let her have a good night's sleep.

   "Crack—"

  Chen An pushed the door out and left Xiaojiao's wife's room with mixed emotions in his heart.

  He stopped thinking about it, and after talking to Wen Zhiyun and Gu Xinyue, he went out to Fangshi alone.

   Thinking of going to the treasure store to buy that copy of "Mandarin Ducks Flying Together", and by the way, ask shopkeeper Liu there to see if there are any exercises that can prolong the life of ordinary people.

  …

  PS: Set up a bowl, ask for a monthly ticket recommendation!

  (end of this chapter)