After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Cheng Xingliang sat there, stunned. "He only wrote half a poem... why...?"

Guangjian patted him on the shoulder, "Muddy kid, I told you a long time ago that you can't be Hemu's disciple, but you just wouldn't listen to this old man."

He scoffed, "What does He Mu know about the Heavenly Extreme Heart Sutra? His Flowing Shadow Blade is too dull even for killing pigs."

Lin Nian asked curiously, "Husband, what does 'half a verse' mean?"

Yin Cheng said, "It's just that I only practiced half of the Heavenly Extreme Heart Sutra." He pointed to Cheng Xingliang, "He practiced the whole sutra, but..."

Lin Nian suddenly understood, but he wasn't very talented. He couldn't even master half of a complete mental cultivation technique as well as others, so he looked at Cheng Xingliang with pity.

"That's impossible!" Cheng Xingliang said. "How could the complete cultivation method be inferior to half of it? Your master must have given you special instruction."

"...If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do," Yin Cheng said. "Move aside, you're blocking my way."

Cheng Xingliang stood up, channeling his inner strength back into the Flowing Shadow Blade. "Let's fight one more time."

Yin Cheng's lips twitched. "Then I admit defeat. You win, okay?"

"Enough talk, let's make our move."

Yin Cheng said, "I've already admitted defeat, why are you still coming? Don't you have any sense of martial ethics?"

After a while.

Cheng Xingliang's Flowing Shadow Blade lost its power once again, hanging listlessly on his wrist.

He was panting heavily when, after catching his breath, he continued, "Again!"

……

"Again."

……

"Again."

Yin Cheng was terrified of him. "This guy is more clingy than a leech."

"If our Mud Boy hadn't been raised corrupted by He Mu, he would at least be considered a little hero," Guang Jian said with a smile. "Although Mud Boy's character is a bit lacking, his indomitable spirit is quite similar to mine."

Yin Cheng said, "If you like him, take him with you."

Guangjian, always eager for drama, said, "I'm not trying to be mean, but just tell me what the secrets of the Heavenly Extreme Heart Method are, so that Niwazi won't keep bothering you."

"What secret could there be..." Yin Cheng raised an eyebrow. "You know what, there really is a secret."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xingliang halted his attack.

Yin Cheng said, "This mental cultivation method belongs to Yang, and it requires the balance of Yin and Yang. When practicing, find an ice pool to soak in while practicing. Not only will it be twice as effective, but it will also be less likely to cause you to go astray or become possessed by evil spirits."

He surveyed the disciples around him, who couldn't even control the Flowing Shadow Blade.

"I reached the first level in three days and was able to control the Flowing Shadow Blade in twenty days... Oh well, maybe I was just too talented, it has nothing to do with the Ice Pool."

Cheng Xingliang's expression immediately became somewhat hesitant.

A disciple asked, "Is this statement true?"

"Really? Really?" Yin Cheng said. "Go practice now."

Cheng Xingliang asked suspiciously, "You'd be that kind?"

"Then how do you explain that my half-song is better than your full-song?" Yin Cheng openly sowed discord. "It must be because He Mu doesn't consider you one of his own, so he didn't tell you something so important."

Cheng Xingliang said, "If you dare to lie to me, I will chase you all the way to Caixia City and kill you."

"How could I possibly lie?" Yin Cheng said honestly. "Anyone in the Northern Territory knows I, Yin Cheng, am an honest man."

Lin Nian turned her head away, her shoulders trembling as she suppressed a laugh.

Upon hearing this, even Guangjian couldn't help but roll his eyes. A straightforward person? Haha.

The other disciples watching looked at each other, wondering whether what he said was true or false.

Just then, someone whispered, "There's a cold spring at the foot of the mountain; we'll find out if it's true or not by trying!"

One of the quick-thinking disciples was the first to run outside.

Once there's a first one, there will be a second and a third.

Yin Cheng kindly reminded him, "Muddy kid, hurry up, or there won't be any seats left."

Upon hearing this, the remaining people also ran down the mountain to the cold spring.

Cheng Xingliang glanced at him and said, "You'd better be telling the truth."

Yin Cheng returned the smile of an honest man.

Cheng Xingliang thought it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. Besides, Yin Cheng was in Caixia City, so even if he ran away, he couldn't escape. After thinking it over briefly, he followed him down the mountain to find the cold spring.

After everyone had left, Guangjian asked, "What do you mean by practicing in an icy pool? I've never heard of that before."

Yin Cheng said matter-of-factly, "I've never heard of that either. I just made it up on the spot."

Guangjian: "...It has to be you, kid." He asked, "So where are you planning to go? This direction leads to the back mountain, right? Are you going to see your master's father?"

"Old Wei, who sells mutton stew in Caixia City, is ninety-eight years old this year. Do you know his secret to longevity?" Yin Cheng said.

Guangjian asked curiously, "What's the secret?"

Yin Cheng said lazily, "Because he never meddles in other people's business."

Guangjian: "..."

hateful!

Guangjian thought to himself, "One day I'll kill this brat to vent my anger."

Lin Nian also felt that her husband was being incredibly impolite, so she silently tugged at his clothes, "Husband, where are we going?"

"The back mountain," Yin Cheng said, completely submissive to his wife, "Let's go see Master's father."

Guangjian pouted, his face saying, "I knew it." "I want to go too."

Yin Cheng wanted to roll his eyes, "Why do you always seem to be in every little thing I say?"

Guangjian, with his hands behind his back, darted ahead.

Chu Ningyun's grave is not in the stele forest of Tianji Mountain Villa, but in a separate place, with only a lonely maple tree in front of it.

My master's tombstone was covered with fallen leaves.

Yin Cheng brushed aside the withered leaves, knelt down, and kowtowed deeply to his master.

Seeing this, Lin Nian silently knelt down beside Yin Cheng.

He silently said in his heart: Master, my name is Lin Nian, and I am A-Cheng's husband.

"Why didn't you say you were coming to see your master earlier? You didn't even prepare any incense, candles, or paper money," Lin Nian said.

"I forgot," Yin Cheng said. "I never brought incense or paper money when I came before; I always brought wine. My master loves to drink."

Lin Nian nodded, "Then next time we visit Master, we'll bring him some wine."

After kowtowing, Yin Cheng helped his wife stand up.

Guangjian leaned against the maple tree with his arms crossed. "Ningyun's notes are all in his coffin. You don't want to dig up his grave, do you?"

Yin Cheng was speechless. "So you've been following me all this time because I'm afraid of digging up my master's grave?"

"What else?" Guangjian said. "You look like the kind of person who would do something like that."

Yin Cheng: "..."

Yin Cheng touched the Flowing Shadow Blade on his wrist. "Old Deng, want to fight?"

Lin Nian tugged at the man, "Don't act recklessly in front of your master."

"Oh, you've married a good husband!" Guangjian said. "Little one, what's your name?"

"Lin..." Lin Nian hadn't finished speaking when the man covered her mouth.

Yin Cheng coldly replied, "None of your business."

Lin Nian glared at the man playfully, then brushed his hand away. "You didn't wash your hands after picking up the leaves, and now your face is all dirty!"

Yin Cheng said, "Sweetie, those are leaves, not..."

Now it was Lin Nian's turn to cover his mouth. He said coldly, "If you dare to say that word, you're dead."