The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

My granddaughter has been married to the Dragon King for four years.

Over the past four years, my granddaughter has been very filial.

He used the money from the Dragon Palace to pave his way, learned to read and write, and became somewhat literate. Later, while focusing on health preservation, he also studied the Dragon Palace techniques and the Qi-eating method.

What type of spells does the Dragon Palace have the most of?

Naturally, it is a water-based magic technique.

The spells and the Qi-eating technique that Changshou obtained are both water-based.

However, the art of health preservation has no attributes.

He began his formal cultivation two years ago, and has been studying magic and qi cultivation techniques for more than two years.

According to the young grandson-in-law:

"Humans and dragons are different, different species, different techniques, and their cultivation systems are completely different."

My son-in-law is merely an ordinary dragon. For the past few hundred years, he has lived deep in the mountains and forests, devoting himself entirely to his own cultivation. He only barely managed to transform into a dragon fifty years ago. He is unfamiliar with human cultivation methods and is unable to guide you, Father. I earnestly hope that you will forgive him.

Changshou can understand.

Firstly:

The breathing techniques and spells he gave himself were among the few spells collected by the Qinghe Dragon Palace.

The beginning is always the hardest, and it's like crossing a mountain when you're in a completely different field.

The grandson-in-law couldn't offer much guidance; he had to figure it out himself.

Secondly:

My granddaughter's husband is the Dragon King.

Logically speaking, there was no need to explain too much to this old human, but for the sake of his granddaughter, he patiently explained it to him.

The grandson-in-law said that he was just a water snake at first. Even though he survived by the skin of his teeth and was lucky enough to transform into a dragon, he was still just an ordinary dragon, insignificant in the vast universe.

Thirty years ago, he exhausted his wealth accumulated over five hundred years to finally become the Dragon King of the River and become the Dragon King of Qinghe.

Although Qinghe sounds nice, its meaning is actually quite simple and easy to understand. It refers to a clear river, and it's not a big river at all, not even a medium-sized one, just a small ditch.

The Qinghe Dragon King is said to be a dragon king, but in reality he is just a minor deity who controls the climate of three small villages. His incense offerings are pitiful and his worship is of poor quality.

It is incomparable to other dragon kings at all.

They are not even as wealthy as the Dragon King in the ancient well, nor do they live as freely as the others.

Although the fundamental inheritance of Qinghe Dragon Palace is not very good, it is not easily passed on to outsiders. The remaining spells are like finding gold in the dung, and there are very few suitable for humans.

Although the spells and Qi-eating techniques passed down to Changshou were of ordinary quality, their only advantage was their completeness. Other human spells and Qi-eating techniques were either fragmented pieces or lacked a systematic structure.

Despite using only the most basic techniques and breathing exercises, Chang Shou was content, not only because he was happy with his lot, but also because he had self-awareness.

The higher the quality of the spell, the harder it is to master.

The more sophisticated the method of absorbing qi, the more difficult it is to master.

Although he unexpectedly broke through the mystery of his birth and awakened his innate wisdom, he was still essentially an ordinary person, an old man who was old, his body decayed, one foot already in the coffin, and with a strong old man smell.

Changshou's requirements are not high, but his goal is clear—to prolong his life, to support his youngest granddaughter for a longer period of time, and to ensure that his other two granddaughters still have a maternal family.

Ordinary spells and ordinary qi-absorbing methods are just right.

Easy to learn and quick to see results.

As for immortality and longevity, that's what I naturally desire.

He was an ordinary man, and naturally had an ordinary dream. But Changshou had lived two lifetimes, totaling over a hundred years. Although he was not as shrewd as some people and his mind was still ordinary, he had gained more experience.

Know what a dream is and what reality is.

Dreams may seem unattainable, but reality requires a down-to-earth approach.

He wouldn't be so arrogant as to be unrealistic.

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"Grandpa, it's time for breakfast."

The voice interrupted Changshou's thoughts, pulling him back to reality from his memories.

On the rocking chair, Changshou looked up at the sound and saw a deep blue tortoise carrying a tray slowly walking over.

This blue turtle has big, bright, and lively eyes. On the tray are white porridge and side dishes.

Chang Shou grinned, revealing his four remaining teeth, and would exclaim before each meal, "It smells so good!"

Before the little granddaughter married the Dragon King.

He could only eat plain porridge during festivals; he ate bean rice on ordinary days.

Now, it's all thanks to her.

Not only can we often eat plain congee, but we can also eat meat congee.

Chang Shou is just old and has poor teeth and stomach, so meat is hard to digest. Therefore, he usually eats soft egg porridge, while meat porridge is for blue turtles.

This blue tortoise is the eighth grandson of the two-faced tortoise herder in the Qinghe Dragon Palace. It has already refined its horizontal bone and can speak human language. Its surname is Wang and its given name is Ba.

However, the pimp liked to call this kid "idiot".

Because he was the most honest, kind, and hardworking person, his granddaughter specifically assigned him to take care of her.

Changshou and he had been together for four years.

After Hanba put down the tray, Changshou shakily got up, reached for his chopsticks, and invited Hanba to eat together.

"Hanba, eat quickly."

After you finish eating, you can give this old man a back massage.

As people age, their metabolism slows down, so they need to relax and unwind; otherwise, blood circulation will be poor.

Hanba paused in his motion to get up.

Then he nodded slowly and said honestly:

"Don't worry, old man."

He stood upright on both feet, his right forefoot temporarily transforming into a green hand. He picked up wooden chopsticks, buried his head in the earthenware bowl, and began to eat with slurping sounds.

He raised the wooden chopsticks and gently tapped them on Hanba's head, making a soft "smack" sound.

Chang Shou said, half helplessly and half reminding:

"I've told you so many times, you can't make noise while drinking porridge. You never learn your lesson."

The silly turtle looked up, blinked its innocent big eyes, nodded憨憨地, and replied憨憨地, "I know!"

He then continued to bury his head in his porridge, and the slurping sound became much quieter.

"Idiot!"

Chang Shou shook his head and smiled, then continued drinking his porridge, occasionally eating a few bites of side dishes.

Congee!

It has a slightly salty taste, which makes it more delicious when paired with other foods.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Hanba cleared away the plates and bowls, took a book, handed it to Changshou, and then turned around.

He retracted his limbs and head, leaving only his tail.

With a flash of blue light, its tail lengthened, and its patternless shell shrank. Right under Chang Shou's nose, Hanba transformed into a microphone-like massage hammer.

Without needing to perform any movements, the massage hammer automatically took over, bouncing around and skillfully massaging his back and shoulders.

It rises and falls, highs and lows, sometimes in and out, sometimes deep and shallow, full of rhythm.

Chang Shou relaxed comfortably, his brows and eyes unfurrowing, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to lessen. He lowered his head and slowly flipped through the bamboo slips.

Some of the books in the house were purchased by my granddaughter, and some are copies of books from the Qinghe Dragon Palace collection.

In his spare time, he would read books in the sun.

You can read some basic medical books, some local gazetteers, some agricultural books, or learn about the customs and people of other places to help yourself understand the world.

Reading under the sun is obviously not good, as it can damage your eyesight.

However, longevity is something one must do.

He was old and frail, and was already on the road to the underworld. His blood and energy were declining, and his body was filled with yin energy. He needed to bask in the sun to dispel some of the yin energy.

After cultivation, water magic belongs to yin.

In addition, it also gathers moisture from the north.

He has more yin energy in his body.

They need to get some sun even more.

After two years, the yin energy within him had become as cold as a deep pool. Only under the scorching sun did Chang Shou feel that he was still alive.

This time, Hanba brought a local history book that tells about things beyond China, about a much wider world. It's a rubbing of an ancient book from the Dragon Palace.

Chang Shou slowly unfolded the book, brought it close to his eyes, squinted, and read it carefully.

Soon, several place names came into view.

[Southern Jambudvipa, Western Aparagodaniya, Northern Uttarakuru, Eastern Purvavideha...]

In a flash, a sudden inspiration struck Chang Shou, and he realized the truth.

It turned out to be...

Journey to the West!

At least it seems so!

Before he could think it through.

The next moment, a noise interrupted his thoughts.

A peach fell on him.

Immediately afterwards, a sound like a monkey's cry rang out, followed by a human voice:

"My darling! My darling! My darling!"