My Wife Is The Final Boss
Chapter 219 - 0152 Become Little Sisters (Two-in-One)_2

Chapter 219: 0152 Become Little Sisters (Two-in-One)_2

Xu Chang’an went out today, only to feel that he encountered all kinds of strange things, from Wen Li’s unusual Sword Qi lingering to the attitude of the Hundred Herbs Garden, everything truly seemed odd.

Forget it.

From a key point of view, Sikong Jing was still the most important.

"Sword Fool."

Despite being an unsatisfactory sword cultivator himself, Xu Chang’an still felt it was a good thing to have someone leading the way. So it was very normal for a Sword Fool to care about Senior Wen’s Sword Qi, or rather... not caring would be abnormal.

But why wasn’t Sikong Jing with them now...

Xu Chang’an glanced back at the crowd behind him, sighing helplessly.

Why wasn’t he following along with these people, and instead invited him?

There must be something he didn’t know.

However, as soon as he thought about Yun Qian still being alone in the Sword Hall with the Daoist Nun, Xu Chang’an’s mind full of random guesses suddenly shattered... Rather than thinking about all this, it would be better to go back early.

Hopefully, the lady won’t annoy the teacher and will get along well.

——

What kind of situation is it for the Daoist Nun to be alone with Yun Qian?

Logically, it should be extremely dangerous, greater than any known catastrophe in the world, as if Ascension Tribulation or Ninefold Thunder Tribulation were a mere breeze compared to this.

But now Yun Qian knew her name.

The unexpected encounter was very harmonious.

Not to mention that now in the courtyard where Xu Chang’an used to live, Miss Yun’s mood was extremely good.

At this moment, the courtyard was cleaned by Xu Chang’an, and the plum blossoms in the corner were blooming, like a bright pearl adorning the courtyard. On the smooth little branches, the splendid pink blossoms added a bit of enchanting charm under the strange sunlight.

Yun Qian walked alone to the corner and gazed at the plum blossoms, quite fond of them.

How could she not like the plum blossoms planted by Xu Chang’an himself?

——

Not far away, in the pavilion, Li Zhibai sat in front of a stone table, with a plate of preserved fruits given by Yun Qian in front of her.

Li Zhibai watched Yun Qian from afar as she fixed her gaze on the plum blossoms, her expression gentle.

After being asked her name and age, her goodwill towards Yun Qian accumulated even further.

She was not good at communicating with people, otherwise, she would have had more friends.

But Yun Qian was different. Her questions were just questions, her speech clear and soft. Li Zhibai found it hard not to like her. That feeling...

Li Zhibai thought for a long time and believed Yun Qian might be well-suited for cultivation.

Daoism values transcendence and an aloof demeanor, and while Yun Qian was clearly not aloof, she wore her love for the plum blossoms on her face.

However, Li Zhibai noticed Yun Qian possessed something even more important.

It was an indescribable, natural, seamless flow that allowed them to talk without any external pretenses, this directness to the heart, made Li Zhibai extremely comfortable.

It was clearly their first meeting, yet felt like old friends.

The essence of equality is the natural Daoist way.

She felt that this naturalness, precisely, was Yun Qian’s precious trait, far surpassing the innocence of a child.

One more thing.

Yun Qian was simply too beautiful; who wouldn’t like a beautiful person?

If she weren’t Xu Chang’an’s wife, watching plum blossoms and the girl, she’d be tempted to cultivate right there.

Yun Qian was admiring the flowers, while Li Zhibai was admiring "flowers." She looked at Yun Qian’s back and softly said, "The road to Tao’s gate has no lingering guests, and now turtles and cranes all become immortals... Sister, you are really likable."

"What did you say?" Yun Qian turned her head.

"Nothing, as I said, just call me sister," Li Zhibai said seriously.

"Hmm." Yun Qian nodded. She had a bit of goodwill towards Li Zhibai since the other was Xu Chang’an’s teacher, and most importantly, Li Zhibai could make Xu Chang’an happy, and that was enough to earn her a golden ticket.

One more thing.

Yun Qian asked Li Zhibai’s age, and she surprisingly answered it truthfully.

Yun Qian thought that since she called Li Zhibai sister, naturally, the younger sister should be younger than the elder sister, so if Xu Chang’an asked her age again, she would know what to say.

Anyway, she was younger than Li Zhibai.

At least she now had a threshold for her husband’s inquiries.

Gaining another point to answer her husband’s questions made Yun Qian even happier, and she found Li Zhibai more pleasing to the eye.

"Sister thinks these flowers are beautiful? These flowers... were personally planted by Chang’an in the past, now catalyzed by Spiritual Qi, they’ve grown quite a bit." Li Zhibai sighed.

Back then, that little child, in no time at all, had changed so much.

Chang’an?

Yun Qian blinked, thinking she had never called him that.

"Very beautiful." Yun Qian turned back to look at Li Zhibai: "Does sister like it too?"

"Like what? Plum blossoms? I like them very much, these plum trees were my recommendation." Li Zhibai recalled some past events. Back then, Xu Chang’an would ask her about everything, even planting things in the yard had to be reported, fearing it might upset her.

"Sister recommended them?" Yun Qian leaned down, smelling the fragrance of the flowers.

Li Zhibai nodded, saying: "In the mortal world, pines, and bamboo do not wither in winter, plum blossoms bloom in the cold, collectively known as the three friends of winter from ’She Ji’: when accumulated earth becomes a mountain, planting a hundred plums, with tall pines and bamboo shoots as friends, has been loved since ancient times."

"Is that so?" Yun Qian pondered, shook her head, and said, "Bamboo can live long, plum blossoms cannot, pines... aren’t that pretty."

"What does living long matter." Li Zhibai smiled: "When all flowers fall, the plum stands alone, red plum flowers are enchanting, white plum flowers are serene. Although short-lived, they bloom in their own unique colors, and that’s the most important thing."

Perhaps since she donned the Daoist robe, she hadn’t discussed such elegance with another girl, so Li Zhibai was quite interested.

’What does living long matter?’

Yun Qian, upon hearing this, looked at Li Zhibai with added softness in her eyes.

She liked this statement.

Living long has no purpose.

The road is long, and the choice of scenery is important.

No matter how hollow the life, as long as there can be fifty, a hundred years of the colors her husband gives her, that’s the best thing in the world, one would bear loneliness just to see that scene.

Speaking with Yun Qian, Li Zhibai’s memories seemed to return to her youth, and she said nostalgically: "I really like plum blossoms, generally, to describe a lady, they tend to focus on plums; snow-like plum bones, cold charm, and fragrance..."

Thus, the scenery in the courtyard was a bit strange.

Yun Qian, like a fairy, admires the plum blossoms, shining brilliantly.

And another, who should have been stern and solitary, the Daoist Nun, was surprisingly chatty, with no hint of aloofness.

Mid-conversation, Li Zhibai noticed only she was speaking and coughed: "Does sister also like plum blossoms? Watching them so intently."

"Yes." Yun Qian tersely replied.

"What do you like about them?" Li Zhibai asked.

Yun Qian turned around and said matter-of-factly: "Because he planted them, so I like them very much."

"...?"

After saying this, Yun Qian turned around again, continuing to admire the plum blossoms, leaving Li Zhibai sitting there in a daze.

Li Zhibai: "..."

It was obvious that the "he" Yun Qian referred to was Xu Chang’an.

Li Zhibai had been so delighted in conversation that she completely ignored the fact that Yun Qian was her student’s wife, her junior. She was lost in thought for a moment, then found Yun Qian’s character... even more adorable.

Sister ought to like the plum blossom more," Li Zhibai said.

"What do you mean?" Yun Qian asked, puzzled.

Li Zhibai thought she herself had found the feeling of a young girl’s friendship, so... when Xu Chang’an was mentioned midway through, it felt somewhat strange, and she smiled, "Plum embodies four virtues, firstborn for yuan, the root of beginnings; blooming for heng, signifying smooth passage; fruiting for li, symbolizing harmony and benefit; maturity for zhen, representing steadfast integrity..."

"Among these, sister must at least like one."

Listening to her saying that she liked it because Xu Chang’an planted it, Li Zhibai felt... like she was one of those girls on Muyu Peak, envying the princess’s embrace.

"Fruiting for li, maturity for zhen..." Yun Qian blinked, thinking Li Zhibai was indeed delightful.

Childbearing?

Integrity?

Must be the meanings.

"Sister is the well-read person he spoke of and unlike me," Yun Qian thought Li Zhibai must have read more books, which she found dull, unlike her, always told by Xu Chang’an that she had no ’culture’.

"What do you mean ’unlike me’?"

Li Zhibai didn’t understand what Yun Qian meant.

"He likes you a lot." Yun Qian said earnestly.