PFC Chapter 394 Heart knot
Chapter 394 Heart knot
"I know I'm sorry to my little sister. There are still many people in the Wu family who are sucking my blood, but this is the family. I was the patriarch in the past, and now the patriarch is my son. I can't change that."
"I'm enough of a jerk that I won't use the spiritual stones and spiritual fluids that my little sister brought back."
Wu Qian was very sincere, but his sincerity seemed fake, and Zhang Song felt that he was offending him.
Zhang Song rarely gave a lecture, but suddenly said: "You should practice well, your son is already the head of the family."
Wu Qian nodded, "I've let it go a long time ago. All the household affairs are handed over to Kun'er. His mothers and I will not get involved. We will live a good life as a rich man."
"From now on, the Wu family can have three students joining the Martial Arts Academy every ten years." Zhang Song said lightly.
Wu Qian didn't know what a martial arts academy was, but this was a decision that the Taoist master's brother-in-law made after he pondered for a while.
Although everyone seemed to be chatting and laughing, they were actually listening to the conversation between the two people with their ears perked up.
Zhang Mei immediately asked, "Second brother, what is a martial arts academy? Is it the sect you founded?"
"I guess so. Currently, Yue Niang and Qing Ying are in charge of the civil and military academies."
Zhang Mei immediately went to ask her two sisters-in-law for details. The Wu family has now become the second family in Qinglong Pass, and the first family is Zhang Guifang's Zhang family.
Zhang Song suddenly laughed and actually picked up the celadon wine pot and poured a glass for Wu Qian.
Maybe he was really drunk, or maybe he let go of something. He lowered his head and poured wine while saying, "You have three wives over there, right?"
"Yes." Wu Qian was a little embarrassed. Even after marrying his eldest sister, he had to marry another one.
Fortunately, the sons and daughters have grown up, so if they want to arrange marriage, they should focus on the next generation. Zhang Mei doesn't have a certain status and backing, so she doesn't dare to speak up.
"Please take three peaches with you when you leave. It's a token of my appreciation."
"Peaches." Wu Qian's breathing was a little rapid, and then he shook his head: "Forget it, they are reluctant to eat them, so they just throw them to their own tribesmen."
Zhang Mei snorted coldly and turned around, "My brother Emperor Xuantian gave them to me. If they don't want to eat them, they can take them back. Others, no."
Zhang Mei is really good to her other sisters. People in the village don’t have so many ideas about their backgrounds. In this world, it is normal for good men and powerful men to have three wives and four concubines.
When a woman marries a man, she follows him. They have a good relationship as sisters, and since there are peaches, they can share them.
Zhang Mei's tone was domineering, but the joy in her eyes could not be hidden, as she was happy for her sisters.
Yue Niang looked towards her father, and Qiu Biao's face immediately turned red. He lowered his head and pulled Zhang Shitou to clink glasses.
Zhang Shitou, an honest man, found several women later, but they made it clear that what is mine is mine and my son is my son, and he never mentioned it when he was with them.
The same is true for Qiu Biao, well, an upright warrior, who married three more women, whose ages cannot be mentioned, even younger than Wu Qian's youngest daughter.
Zhang Song was drunk. The Taoist master of the Three Realms drank a few glasses of wine and passed out.
Sometimes, if people don’t get drunk or have a deep sleep, they don’t realize how tired they are, or how many inexplicable and heavy things they are carrying in their hearts.
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After a good sleep, when I woke up, I felt the sunshine outside was so warm and comfortable. There was even a faint scent of osmanthus in the air.
The maids had prepared the toiletries early, and had wontons simmering on the table over low heat, with mutton offal soup, which Zhang Song usually didn't like, on the side.
"Husband, this is the Ga Da soup I made. I put more coriander in it to make it lighter in taste." Bai Jingjing walked in holding a large white porcelain bowl in both hands.
"How many clones have you reduced to now?" he asked as he took the bowl.
Bai Jingjing blushed: "I don't have a high talent. Even if I can practice the skills of the Dry Bone Temple, my advancement will not be very big."
"It's okay. I'm just asking. I always feel that having too many clones is not good. Besides, I've never seen so many of your clones. Let's talk about it someday."
Bai Jingjing glared at him. How could she not know her husband's dirty little thoughts?
"It has condensed into six clones. Every time I reduce one clone, my body's vitality will be lost a lot. I even feel that I may disappear completely with the melting of the clones."
"Well, that means your clone is too powerful and has attracted the attention of the Heavenly Dao. But it doesn't matter. Just stabilize your realm and withstand the thunderbolts."
"When your clones are reduced to the young, middle, and old ones, you will feel a trace of the Dao Master's aura."
Bai Jingjing nodded. She had not met a good master before, but after meeting Zhang Song in Manshi Village, she had been observing Zhang Song's practice methods and listening to his teachings.
In fact, she had already decided on the path of cultivation in her heart long ago.
The first is to dig deep into your bloodline, dig deep into the causes and consequences of your own body, and finally see what mysteries are in your own bones.
The second one is to be open-minded and practice the various skills in the Dry Bone Temple with peace of mind, constantly condense one's vision and laws, and walk the path of "extreme". Perhaps one day one will be able to achieve enlightenment like the Dry Stone Bodhisattva and others, and advance to the Heavenly Venerate realm.
The third is to find a way to smelt the essence of bones or refine the essence of death, etc., to become a rule-based existence, which can also lead to advancement to the Heavenly Venerate realm. However, in this way, the disadvantages may be greater, and it will be difficult to improve further in the future.
Zhang Song nodded and casually reminded: "The gathering of the three flowers at the top of the head is the only way to achieve the status of a Heavenly Venerable."
"But it doesn't necessarily require the three flowers of death, origin, and future."
"Similarly, there can also be Dharma-self, Tao-self, and God-self."
"You can also go, virtual self, true self, boundary self."
I couldn't help but add, "In fact, the three flowers condensed by most of the Heavenly Lords may be different from what you think."
"no the same?"
"Yes, for example, the ones I have seen the most are the demon self, the human self, and the divine self."
"It's simple. Born in a demon clan, cultivated to become a human, and prepared to achieve immortal status. The trinity is simple."
Bai Jingjing couldn't help but burst out laughing and glared at him. If it was a Heavenly Lord like that, he would probably be even less terrifying than some Gods, and it would even be tantamount to cutting off his own path to becoming a Taoist master.
I also understood that my husband was reminding me not to get stuck in a rut.
She snuggled in his arms, holding his arm with her slender white hands: "Some time ago, Zhu Ye's broken bones were rebuilt, and my thoughts were the same as hers."
What Zhu Ye wanted most was to give Zhang Song a child, a human child of pure blood.
Bai Jingjing actually has an iron gate in her heart. When she fell in love with Zhang Song, she had already lived for more than 800 years. Her realm was even more terrifying than the strongest demon kings in the small world.
What’s even more confusing is that there are four seal characters on Bai Gu Tiansheng’s name: Madam Bai Gu.
In the past, Zhang Song loved her and she practiced hard, but now Zhang Song has reached the Dao Lord level, and she has also condensed two flowers to become a Divine Lord. There are some things she will mention repeatedly and keep on her mind.