Wu Jie's return before the winter festival made his parents overjoyed. But when the family was happily enjoying family happiness, Aunt Wu also mentioned his lifelong events without any surprise.
After this year, Wu Jie will be twenty-four years old. According to secular tradition, a man of such an age should have a family - his brother Wu Cheng is twenty-six years old and is already the father of three children.
, the eldest son Wu Yindu is already seven years old!
"But I am a cultivator. I can live for hundreds or thousands of years, and even fly to heaven..." Wu Jie hurriedly defended himself, "It's too early to get married in my twenties!"
"How can this be considered early!" Aunt Wu had no intention of letting him go. "Even if you can live for a thousand or ten thousand years, your father and I can't live that long! Although we took the fairy medicine, we
We are still getting older day by day... In a few years, we may not even have the energy to help you take care of your children..."
Wu Jie didn't expect that his mother would use such an excuse, and he choked up immediately.
He originally planned to say something like "the two elders will definitely live a long life" to block out the reason of "wanting to live to see the grandson", but his mother suddenly moved the time forward by decades... This is like
A student made up his mind to study hard three days before the exam, but the exam ended up being moved up a week...
I was completely caught off guard!
Fortunately, Wu Jie was prepared after all, and soon found a reason that he thought was more suitable.
"Even if I want to start a family, I don't have a suitable partner. The couple always needs to stay together for a long time, at least their life spans should be similar." He said with a wry smile, "I want to find a good woman with a life span similar to mine.
It’s difficult!”
"What's the problem?" Aunt Wu obviously had the plan in mind and said with a confident smile, "Isn't that Miss Zhu very suitable? She is also a cultivator, right? You two cultivators, wouldn't you be a perfect match?"
"Mom, you are just talking nonsense! Zhu Huai and I haven't even spoken a few words. We are just acquaintances. Why are we suddenly involved in getting married? When it comes to friendship, I and the villagers
I know any girl better than her!"
"The girl you are familiar with has already married and had children!"
"...That's not what I'm talking about!"
"What else could it be if it wasn't this? Do you think you are in good condition and can be picky and picky?" Aunt Wu did not save face for the fairy son at all, and said rudely, "If you are just a marquis of our country of Chu,
Master, or just a rich doctor, it will be easy to find a wife. But you are a god... Think about it for yourself, how many of the gods with many stories spread in the world are not old bachelors? "
Wu Jie was defeated again, and he really had no words to refute.
It is true that as his mother said, among the immortal cultivators in the world, there are indeed many bachelors. In Qingyang Temple alone, there are a lot of old bachelors who have lived for hundreds of years and will not see the red Luan star moving in their lifetime...
"We cultivators must abandon our personal relationships with our children and pursue the supreme road wholeheartedly..."
"Blow! Keep blowing!" Aunt Wu looked at him sideways, "A man who can't find a wife can always think of reasons for himself, why should he get rich first, why should he achieve a career, why should he be too busy and have no time
, why do you spend your adult life wandering around without any intention of starting a family... In the final analysis, it’s not because I’m too useless to find a suitable girl!”
"What about gods? Are gods great? They are still pursuing the supreme road... Are they just like those bachelors in the world, just looking for excuses to cover up!"
Wu Jie didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he had no way to refute, so he had to change his direction and persuaded: "But even if I am willing, other girls are not willing... They are the essence of flowers and trees, and they like the kind of elegant and talented people in Lushan. You see
Look at me, no matter my appearance or temperament, what is it that makes me attractive to others? I only know how to set fire, but I can’t even write a few big characters!"
In order to avoid trouble, he, who was once a literary young man, did not hesitate to debase himself to the point of being worthless - in fact, when it comes to literary talent, even if Wu Jie cannot compare to the talented Lin Lushan, he can still be a qualified scholar, at least
In the entire Qingyang Mountain, apart from Yi Ti, who was very talented and could write poems in seven steps, he was the most talented in literature.
"Don't make excuses! You've never tried it, how do you know it won't work?"
"You don't need to try it to know it doesn't work!"
"Then let's try it first and then talk about it!"
Seeing his mother trying to settle the matter vigorously and resolutely, Wu Jie was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but he finally came up with a more reliable reason.
"This... is not appropriate for your age!"
"Why is your age inappropriate?" Aunt Wu raised her eyebrows, "You are not mortals. You will definitely be fine if you live for hundreds or thousands of years! What does it matter if you are three to five years apart in age?"
"It's too relevant!" Wu Jie almost jumped up, "She's a monster! And she's a tree demon... Mom, do you know how old she is this year?"
"I think he's around 20 years old, just in time."
"...She is at least five hundred years old!" Wu Jie couldn't help shouting, "And even if I live to be hundreds or thousands of years old, and even her beard turns white, she will still be the same as she is now... Dryad
You can live for tens of thousands of years!"
Aunt Wu was startled by the word "tens of thousands of years", and her original enthusiasm suddenly dimmed.
She didn't understand the difference between monsters and immortals, but she thought from the perspective of a simple housewife. Since Zhu Huai could live long lives and Wu Jie could only live a thousand years, then if the two parties get married, it will mean that Wu Jie will live for a long time.
If you want to solve the problem of old age and death, you will end up being a widow for nine thousand years...
This is such a sin! Even my own son cannot do such a thing!
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her head. She, who had been so enthusiastic just now, couldn't help but become dejected and muttered: "What's the point of being an immortal? I can't even get a wife..." These words would make most immortal cultivators in the world angry to death.
Wu Jie wiped his cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.
After this difficult lunch, he hurriedly found a way to go out on the street to wander around, so as to avoid his mother, who seemed to be helping him think about marriage again.
Wujiaji was only so big in total, and he finished it in less than half a cup of tea. Thinking that he couldn't go back now, he simply flew away with his sword light and arrived at Anfeng County.
The county town was as peaceful as ever. Because the winter festival was about to come, the streets were much busier than usual. He strolled through the small town that nominally belonged to his own territory but had barely lived here for a few days. He looked here and there and felt it.
With the joyful atmosphere of the approaching festival, my mood gradually became more comfortable.
The key to the upright method of cultivating the mind is to get close to the people, experience the joys, sorrows, and joys of the world, gain insights from them, and gradually reach the ideal state of being born into the world, and where every word and deed naturally conforms to human feelings.
In the words of Master Confucius from another world, this is called "doing whatever you want without breaking the rules."
Wu Jie was walking on the street when he suddenly heard a noise in the distance. He went over curiously and saw a strong young man with a mighty face, waving his fists and fighting with several fierce strong men.
Many people were watching, and some tried to break up the fight.
He could tell at a glance that this young man knew Kung Fu, had some Qi in his body, and should exercise regularly on weekdays, and his basic boxing and kick skills were very solid. But the few strong men who fought with him were also practitioners, although everyone
They are all worse than him, but together they are much better than him.
If it weren't for the thick skin and thick flesh of this young man, and the fact that he had real energy to protect his body, and that they only fought with fists and feet, he would have been beaten to the ground long ago.
Since the two parties were just fighting with each other, there was no need for him to get involved - this kind of matter should be left to the police, not the gods.
It's just...looking at him from a distance, he always felt that the young man's face looked familiar, as if he knew him somewhere.
After a while, the police came.
After a little questioning, the detectives learned that those strong men were from the underworld. They were ridiculed by the waiter when they ate the Bawang meal, and even beat them up. But this young man was a local, and he only followed after he couldn't stand it.
They started fighting.
Since both parties were relatively restrained and did not use swords or swords, this matter was not serious. Those few people estimated that it was just a matter of three to five days in jail.
After several people were arrested and taken away quickly, the waiter who had almost been beaten came out to thank the young man and called him "Master Qiao"... When Wu Jie heard this name, he immediately understood where the familiarity he just felt came from.
Come.
If this boy grows up a little more, wouldn't he be the teenage version of Jon?
Counting the time, it seems that Jon's son Qiao Feng is almost this old...
Qiao Feng was in a good mood after doing something good. Although he received some punches and kicks, his steps were much brisker than usual and he walked home in high spirits - well, he wanted to drink some tida wine, he had received a few punches just now.
Heavy.
When he returned to Jishi Hall, he carefully looked around to make sure that his father was not in the hall, so he hurried to the doctor in charge, asked for a piece of Jishitang, and prepared to go back to his room and drink it himself.
After walking only a few steps, he heard a voice coming from behind.
"Are you Jon's son?"
The sound came suddenly, and no footsteps had been heard before. It was as if it suddenly appeared from behind. Qiao Feng was startled, and he rushed out a few steps before turning to look at the man.
He was a young man with a thick and steady face. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, not much older than him. But there was an aura about him, which made him naturally ignore the other person's age and subconsciously put it in his mind.
He is regarded as an elder.
"My father is the steward Qiao of Jishi Hall. I'm Qiao Feng. I wonder if you have any advice?"
Seeing Qiao Feng's vigilant look, Wu Jie couldn't help but smile: "I think you have a good character and are quite steady in your work. Are you interested in learning some kung fu from me?"
