My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 744 - 455 Tomorrow after Tomorrow

Chapter 744: Chapter 455 Tomorrow after Tomorrow

Outside Du You City, when Zhao Rong was taking Zhao Qian’er aboard the ship.

The lights of Du You East City shone with bustling prosperity.

The hustle and bustle intensified because of a rumor that swiftly spread amongst the marketplaces and neighborhoods.

Inside Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion, that well-celebrated young lady of the Zhao family, blessed with astonishing fortune, had obtained some mysterious and immense luck and once again ascended to Class A.

Suddenly, her name soared throughout Du You City.

Learning that Lingfei had returned to the Qinglian Inn on Wutong Street with the Vice Mansion Master of Tranquility Mansion and her fellow disciples, Sword Cultivators eager for just a glimpse of her on her Flying Sword flocked towards the inn, creating an unending stream.

Those Immortal Sects towering over Wangque Mountain and the powerful families all sent important figures with gifts to Qinglian Inn to congratulate and observe, eager to curry favor.

Even Tianya Sword Pavilion and Youlan Prefecture had sent significant figures for tonight’s event.

The streets of Wutong Street were packed with carriages and horses, bustling with activity.

All the Cultivators and passersby in the city also enjoyed lively discussions...

On normal days, Wutong Street was known as a tranquil place.

Although Du You East City was always the most densely populated area with Cultivators on Wangque Continent, and where many forces complexly intersected.

Yet with You Mountain as the dividing line, the further east you go in East City, the quieter it gets, with deep residences and private mansions adorned with dragons and phoenixes, brightly lit but without the slightest noise.

The closer to West City, the more you would find the air filled with a lively marketplace atmosphere and noise.

Wutong Street, located east of You Mountain, was only this bustling tonight, its prosperity rivaling that of West City’s marketplace.

However, in sharp contrast to that was a secluded alley next to Wutong Street...

Within Well Frog Alley.

The pathway was narrow, the floor damp, autumn leaves scattered all over,

A realm of quiet darkness.

The din from the nearby street faintly carried over, seeming both very far away and yet so close, as if from two separate worlds.

At the end of the alley, in a run-down little diner, Zhao Xifu watched the wooden door, his eyes narrowed as he gazed at the night sky in the direction of Wutong Street, seemingly lost in thought.

At a certain moment, the ancient clock atop the distant mountain rang out.

The deep, melancholic toll, unchanged for a thousand years, echoed throughout Du You.

A green-robed old man, who appeared to have been snoozing on a stool, stood up, rubbed his thinning hair on his head, hunched his back, and scurried into the Summer Insect Pavilion to ring the Copper Bell.

The shopkeeper by the door did not bother with the green-robed elder who passed by him.

Suddenly, he turned around with a radiant smile, and said to the middle-aged woman behind him, "What’s wrong, Bingbing?"

Bingbing looked at the sky outside the door with a curious gaze, "Is there a celebration happening on the neighboring street?"

Zhao Xifu shrugged, "Who knows."

At that moment, the green-robed elder who entered on time struck the ancient copper bell on the wooden door, sending its sound throughout the dusky hall of the Summer Insect Pavilion.

Upon hearing the bell, Bingbing’s face showed a moment of realization, "Ah, it’s already the fourth watch of the hour of Hai; it’s gotten so late."

She shook her head, as if... it was only after she heard the green-robed elder ring the bell that she realized the time.

Earlier.

Outside Summer Insect Pavilion.

The sonorous bell that echoed throughout Du You City seemed unheard by the middle-aged woman...

The shopkeeper nodded with a smile.

Bingbing spoke softly, "It’s so late, yet the next street is so lively, should we go have a look? We haven’t gone out all day; it feels a bit stuffy."

Zhao Xifu took her hand, smiled, and shook his head, "It’s too late now, let’s not. If you want to go out and look... then let’s go tomorrow."

Bingbing hesitated, then ultimately gave a soft smile, "Alright, I’ll listen to you, Xiao Zhao, it’s getting late."

This graceful middle-aged woman turned to go back to the kitchen, then suddenly looked back, "Xiao Zhao..."

Zhao Xifu’s smile was tender, "What is it?"

"Tomorrow... If we go out tomorrow, I want to see the ocean, is that okay?"

"Why the sudden desire to see the ocean?"

"It’s just... I’m feeling a bit suffocated, as if... as if we have been here for a very long time."

The graceful woman’s gaze carried a hint of confusion and bewilderment, looking around, tilting her head slightly.

"You just can’t sit still, can you? Alright," Zhao Xifu smirked, "I’ll take you there tomorrow."

Bingbing suddenly lit up with joy and turned to leave.

"I’ll go upstairs first; don’t stay busy too long and come up to sleep early."

Zhao Xifu nodded, watching her graceful departing figure.

His gaze seemed spellbound, as if he could never get enough of looking at her.

Before long, the shopkeeper let out a long sigh and rubbed his face.

He looked away, casting a glance at the green-robed elder who reliably rang the bell for a certain woman every day, right on time.

The old man named Yubo was already dozing off on the stool again.

For a thousand years it has been so, the passage of time stretched out, the elder from the Demon Race with a long lifespan was now old, but for that ordinary woman named Bingbing, her beauty remained unchanged.

The shopkeeper with stubble on his face turned around.

He picked up a broom that was beside him and walked alone into the deserted alley.

He lowered his head and quietly began sweeping.

Gently clearing away the autumn leaves that had fallen time and time again.

In the alley, no one spoke.

...

In the night, within a certain chamber on the second floor of Summer Insect Pavilion.

A woman mumbled sleepily before bed, "Xiao Zhao, am I... am I becoming more forgetful? I always feel... like I can’t remember things."

The man shook his head, "No, you’re just a bit slow."

"You... You’re not allowed to scold me."

The man nodded, "Go to sleep early, tomorrow... it will be fine."

"Mm... tomorrow... go... go see the ocean..." The woman’s eyelids could no longer stay open, murmuring, "You better not forget..."

She fell asleep...

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PS: The previous Chapter was locked away; it took quite an effort to get it released, uh, I just fell asleep halfway through, it’s a bit short... cough cough, brothers refresh in the morning.

By the way, we got a big recommendation spot...

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