Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 151 Three things, naturally requiring three high-fives.
Just as Sima San Niang was showing concern for Yan Hongye, the young man carrying a spear coughed lightly:
"Hongye, this must be the famous Sima Sanniang. Seeing her today, I can see that she is indeed better than I have heard about her."

He looked around and sighed:

"I never imagined our family had such a substantial fortune. It seems you won't need to open a clinic anymore; we can just stay home and live off our parents."

The mother and daughter froze on the spot. The former had an indescribable complex expression on her face, while the latter was both helpless and angry and didn't know what to say.

"Hongye, you and this boy..." Sima Sanniang hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Mother, don't listen to this guy's nonsense, he is Zhuge Liuyun."

Upon hearing this, Sima San Niang breathed a sigh of relief:

"So it was that crybaby from back then. Now that he's grown up, he's even learned to play tricks on his elders."

"Because I'm sad. Back then, you personally sent me to my master's place to cultivate Taoism and learn the Dharma. You clearly said that you and your master would come to see me often, but over the years, you haven't come to see me even once. Now, we don't even recognize each other when we meet."

A young man carrying a gun sighed:

"Alas, my master's wife knows that I have been a crybaby since I was a child. Just thinking about these things makes me want to throw myself into my junior sister's arms and cry my heart out to release the unspeakable sorrow and pain in my heart."

"You brat, trying to take advantage of Hongye!" Sima Sanniang kicked him.

Zhuang Buran flashed and instantly hid behind Yan Hongye:
"It's been a long time since I last saw you. Your wife hasn't changed at all. She still has both a gentle and kind side and a heroic side."

"Hongye, step aside. I want to see how much skill this brat has learned from his master."

“Master’s wife, my relationship with my junior sister is much closer than you think. She will absolutely not let you deal with me.”

Sima San Niang was stunned and immediately stood still, seemingly lost in thought.

Yan Hongye realized that her mother had been led astray by someone again. She turned and glared at the seemingly innocent young man carrying a gun, then subtly gave him a look:
"Mother, this guy's Taoist magic is not very good, his martial arts are barely passable, but his lightness skill is extremely advanced."

"If you want to deal with him, we'll have to work together."

After saying that, he turned around and swept his leg towards Zhuang Buran's waist.

"Junior sister, you've gone too far!"

But then the young man carrying the gun appeared in the pavilion in an instant, and sighed:
"We're clearly on the same side."

"Enough with the nonsense. I've wanted to beat you up for a long time. And you know my mother's medical skills. As long as she has a breath left, she can definitely save you."

Yan Hongye leaped into the air and launched a series of attacks at Zhuang Buran.

Upon seeing this, Sima San Niang inexplicably smiled. It was because after her daughter cultivated the "Mysterious Heart Technique," her mind became increasingly heavy and her temperament increasingly aloof. She hadn't seen her carefree and playful self for a long time.

"Hongye, let's set up a formation and teach him a lesson today, so he'll understand what it means to respect elders and care for junior sisters."

After tea time.

The young man with the gun stood leisurely on the pavilion, while a mother and daughter stood below him, looking somewhat helpless.

Sima San Niang said with a mixture of surprise and slight relief:
“Hongye, I now realize you weren’t exaggerating. This kid’s lightness skill has indeed reached an unfathomable level, and his mastery of formations is also considerable. He can subtly and silently reverse the formation I set up. It seems he has been working very hard and focused on his cultivation all these years.”

Yan Hongye said expressionlessly:
"He's really hiding it well. He lived with me for a year and only revealed his lightness skill. Now he's finally showing his mastery of array formations. I thought he had only reached the intermediate level in the art of talisman arrays."

"What? This brat has been living with you for a year?" Sima San Niang's focus was clearly different.

“Mother, don’t be misled by Zhuge Liuyun again and again. He’s just living in my Bingxin Caotang.”

Upon hearing Yan Hongye's words, Sima Sanniang finally relaxed.

"Master's wife, it's getting late. Shouldn't you be cooking? My junior sister said she really missed your cooking before she came." Zhuang Buran landed lightly.

"Hmph, I think it's not Hongye who wants it, it's clearly you, you brat, who wants it."

Sima San Niang glared at him irritably, then spoke softly to Yan Hongye:
"Mom will cook some of your favorite dishes first. There are some snacks in the pavilion, you can have a little something to eat first."

After she finished speaking, she shouted at the young man with the gun:

"Liu Yun, come over here and help me out."

"Master's wife, are you sure you want me to help you?" Zhuang Buran asked with a smile. Seeing her mother's surprised and puzzled expression, Yan Hongye said softly:

“Mother, when other people cook, at worst the food is bad or it might poison someone, but when he cooks, he’s practically aiming for mutual destruction. If you don’t want Despair Manor to be destroyed, you’d better not ask him for help.”

"So, during the time he lived in Bingxin Caotang, you were the one cooking and preparing the meals!" Si Ming San Niang suddenly realized something.

Before Yan Hongye could speak, Zhuang Buran said with a helpless expression:
"Master's wife, I actually want to do it too, but unfortunately my strength doesn't allow it!"

"You little rascal, when I sent you up the mountain, you even said you'd learn Taoist magic and martial arts well, and protect your junior sister." Sima Sanniang gritted her teeth:
"Is this how you protect people?"

Zhuang Buran immediately hid behind Yan Hongye and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft:

"Junior sister, Master's wife is really angry. Please plead for your senior brother, or I definitely won't see the sun rise tomorrow."

"Don't worry, at worst you'll just go hungry and be kicked out of Despair Manor." A smile appeared in Yan Hongye's eyes.

"What will it take for you to help?" the young man with the gun asked immediately.

Yan Hongye's smile deepened:
"Just promise me three things."

Zhuang Buran feigned suspicion:
"Let me make this clear first: there are eight or nine things in the world that I can't do."

"Just do three things that you can manage," Yan Hongye chuckled.

"Alright then," the young man with the gun said, looking quite reluctant.

Yan Hongye raised her hand:
"As cultivators, we value oaths above all else; let us swear by striking our hands together!"

"According to your."

With a "smack," Yan Hongye continued to hold up her slender, fair hand:
"Three things, naturally we should clap our hands three times."

The two's oblivious attitude made Sima San Niang's expression increasingly puzzling; she felt that something was amiss.

"Mother, as you can see, from now on he'll be my slave," Yan Hongye said with a smile.

Sima San Niang said meaningfully:

“Hongye, this brat has completely changed his personality since he grew up. He was honest and reliable when he was a child, but you can’t see that side of him now. Don’t be fooled by him.”

"Master's wife, you are my dear master's wife!" the young man with the gun cried out, utterly humiliated.

"The sight of you reminds me of that wretched old man, Yan Chixia." Sima Sanniang was extremely angry.
"As expected, like master, like disciple."

After saying that, he turned around and went to cook, while the three young men standing nearby followed him.

“Junior sister, it must be because Master taught you the ‘Mysterious Heart Technique’ that Master’s wife treats Master like an enemy,” Zhuang Buran said, shaking his head.

“That’s right. When Mother found out Father had taught me this martial art, she started arguing with me endlessly.” Yan Hongye glanced sideways at the young man carrying the spear.

“I know you’re willing to come to the Forest of Oblivion with me because you haven’t given up on the idea of ​​learning the Profound Heart Secrets.”

She said, enunciating each word clearly:
"My first order of business is to stop you from practicing the Profound Heart Mystery Technique."

Zhuang Buran's eyes darkened slightly:
"You're truly my good junior sister, it's just a pity..."

"What's a pity?" Yan Hongye frowned:

"We just made a vow, are you going to go back on your word?"

"I've used up too much energy just now and I'm a bit hungry. I need to eat some snacks to tide me over." The young man carrying the gun walked into the pavilion on his own.

"Zhuge Liuyun, don't play dumb with me." Yan Hongye followed.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say goes." Zhuang Buran ate an apple.

"Stop trying to bluff your way out of this. Can you do it or not?" Yan Hongye stared at the young man carrying a gun.

“Absolutely no problem.” Zhuang Buran nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)