My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 389 Two Birds of a Feather

For Zeng Anmin, his cousin was actually a very distant figure.

He has been in this world for three years.

For the past three years, he had only ever heard of this cousin's name in his memory.

This was the first time I had actually met my cousin in person.

"Quan Fu".

A serene smile appeared on the face of my cousin across from me.

The Taoist robe fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze.

All the movements seemed so harmonious.

Tiger looked hesitant, staring up at the woman in front of him, unsure whether to stand or sit.

Hesitant and timid, he longed to step forward and ask for the most loving hug.

But the woman gave him a feeling as if there was a thick layer of ice between them, separating them from their familial bond.

"My cousin is still as beautiful as ever after all these years."

Zeng Anmin was not as enthusiastic as he remembered.

In her memory, the original owner had an excellent relationship with her cousin.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have treated Tiger as their own son.

He wanted to greet her as warmly as the original owner of this body, but all the words he wanted to say were blocked by his cousin's seemingly enthusiastic but actually long-standing estrangement.

"The elders in the family have taken good care of me, and everything has been fine over the years."

My cousin clearly had a smile on her face.

But the smile conveyed more of a sense of politeness.

There was no family harmony or joy.

"How has Xiaohu been all these years?"

Zeng Rongyu hesitated for a moment, then looked down at Hu Zi before looking up at Zeng Anmin and asking.

"It's great, we have food and drink, and we're carefree."

Zeng Anmin nodded.

"That's good."

Zeng Rongyu paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile on her face:

"I will stay at the Zeng residence for a while during this conflict between Taoism and Buddhism, and spend more time with Hu'er."

"Once the conflict between Taoism and Buddhism ends, I will return to the mountain."

……

Zeng Anmin's expression faltered slightly: "We still have to go back?"

Clearly, he wanted Tiger to have a biological mother by his side.

Zeng Rongyu lowered her head, concealing the shame on her face:

"This trip down the mountain was originally a mission for my sect, and I only made it possible because I pleaded for it."

Can't I just leave the monastic life?
Zeng Anmin's lips twitched slightly.

In the end, he didn't say it.

There are some things that, if others are unwilling to bring them up, he can't force them to.

"uncle."

At this moment, Hu Zi had already come to Zeng Anmin's side. He first glanced timidly at Zeng Rongyu, and then opened his arms to Zeng Anmin, asking for a hug.

"My dear tiger, this is your mother. Call her Mother."

After picking up Hu Zi, Zeng Anmin turned Hu Zi towards Zeng Rongyu and teased him with a smile.

Tiger paused for a moment, stared at Zeng Rongyu with his big, round eyes for a while, and then buried his head in Zeng Anmin's shoulder.

Seeing this, Zeng Rongyu's expectation disappeared, replaced by disappointment.

She forced a smile and said, "Children haven't seen this before, so they're naturally a little unfamiliar with it."

She was trying to exonerate Hu Zi and also making excuses for her own dereliction of duty.

"Well, he's just a kid, you should spend more time with him."

Zeng Anmin helplessly stroked Hu Zi's head.

"Brother Anmin, it's been so long! Do you still remember Wuxin?"

The person next to my cousin finally spoke.

The man was still wearing a moon-white Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe was blown by the wind into a semi-transparent cloud-like shape.

The icicles hanging from the eaves reflected a light like shattered silver, but they couldn't illuminate his half-closed eyelashes.

The clamor of the distant streets and alleys lost its strength when it reached the eaves, leaving only the cinnabar beads on his wrist flickering, like half a star suspended above the mortal world.

When Zeng Anmin's gaze fell on his eyes.

His pupils held a serene, dark blue that was even more so than the pale sky, and a hint of a smile.

His smile was gentle. "Fellow Daoist Wuxin."

Zeng Anmin chuckled: "How could I forget you? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to find the secret room in Li Jian's mansion even with all my skills."

"The autumn wind stirs up longing in my heart, and people are the most unsolvable chill in this autumn longing."

"We, the members of the Daoist Sword Sect, act as we please."

The sword on Wuxin's back exuded a chill, yet he wore a gentle smile on his face.

……

Zeng Anmin fell silent.

Still putting on an act.

He smiled and shook his head.

Having spent more time with himself, Bai Ziqing's bad habit has gradually disappeared.

But there are always people in this world who like to talk to others like that.

"I've heard that a second-rank expert from the Taoist sect has come to this Taoist-Buddhist conference..."

Zeng Anmin glanced behind the two of them, then a look of suspicion crossed his face as he looked at Zeng Rongyu:
"Could it be you, my cousin?"

Uh……

My cousin smiled and shook her head: "I've only been a Taoist for nine years, and I'm only at the fourth rank now."

"The one leading this delegation is the Grand Elder of my Sword Sect. He is currently discussing the Dao with the Holy Dynasty's Ancestor, Wang Dong, in the Imperial Palace."

Nine years.

Fourth-grade realm?

Zeng Anmin's face showed a slight pause.

No wonder my cousin was able to join the Daoist Sword Sect despite being a mortal.

It's likely that this talent was valued by him.

"I see. If there is a chance, please introduce me to the Grand Elder of the Taoist sect."

Zeng Anmin smiled politely.

"hehe."

……

Regarding his cousin and Hu Zi, Zeng Anmin felt it was best to let things take their natural course.

He will create opportunities for the mother and son to be alone.

Whether Hu Zi can accept his mother, who has already entered the Taoist path, is not something Zeng Anmin can worry about.

After all, no matter what, Hu Zi's bond with their Duke's mansion was already as deep as that of family.

"May I ask, Brother Quanfu?"

After her cousin left Zeng Anmin's courtyard with Hu Zi, Wu Xin walked up with a light laugh, her gaze fixed intently on Zeng Anmin:
"Where the rain falls on the peach blossoms and cherry blossoms, I sleep with the flying snow. True friends are rare in life, and true friends are even rarer."

"Where is Brother Bai now?"

He adopted a very humble posture.

"Bai Ziqing?" Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows slightly.

A few days ago, he also heard Bai Ziqing mention Wuxin and his longing for Wuxin Daoren.

Today, I met Wuxin, and before we could even exchange a few words, I heard Wuxin's eagerness for Bai Ziqing.

These two people...

They really are birds of a feather.

“Yes.” Wu Xin’s eyes lit up slightly when he heard Zeng Anmin mention the name.
"Since our parting, I have been thinking of you day and night, Brother Bai..."

"He should be at the Imperial City Guard's office right now."

Zeng Anmin's lips twitched.

He just finished speaking.

Then a long, drawn-out voice rang out:
"Minister Quan! I, your brother, have a good chance of becoming a third-rank official!!"

The sound was filled with unparalleled joy.

Just as Zeng Anmin looked up, he saw Bai Ziqing's expression slightly harden.

Then came boundless ecstasy:
"Brother Wuxin?!"

"When did you arrive in Beijing?!"

"Why didn't you tell your brother you were coming so I could have made arrangements for you?!"

……

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Wuxin's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Bai Ziqing.

The two looked at each other.

"elder brother!"

"younger brother!"

(End of this chapter)