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

Before leaving, Shen Qingheng threatened her son, "If you haven't tidied up by the time I get back, I'll have your dad beat you up."

"...Okay." Lin Siheng obediently saw his two fathers off at the door, but in his heart he was thinking to himself that he couldn't bear to live like this for long.

Lin Yunyuan took his husband for a stroll around the top of Guishan Mountain.

This place really doesn't look like a martial arts sect. Even though Shen Qingheng had prepared herself mentally before coming, she really didn't expect that martial arts masters would have to farm and raise poultry themselves.

Although the conditions were a bit tough, the man's master was indeed a very capable person.

Shen Qingheng was even more impressed when she saw that this 120-year-old man could still carry water and cook every day with great energy.

Shen Qingheng stayed at the top of Guishan Mountain for half a month, during which time her eldest son's standard of living visibly improved.

Not only were her torn clothes mended by her stepfather, but the quality of her daily meals was also improved, with six dishes and a soup at every meal, all delicious and visually appealing.

When her stepfather left, Lin Siheng's eyes were filled with tears. Besides being reluctant to part with her stepfather, she was also reluctant to part with the braised pork knuckle he had made.

Ten years later, a young man with a heavy sword and a headband appeared in the martial arts world. He was chivalrous, righteous, and healed the wounded, earning him a great reputation.

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Yongzhou, Cuizhu Town.

A young man of sixteen or seventeen years old slumped down in the alley, sobbing softly, while two thugs approached him step by step.

The young man was terrified. "You...you stay away! Please, please let me go!"

The thug on the left said, "Be smart and hand over all your money, or I'll have to do it myself."

The thug on the right said, "You delicate little beauty, you look really pretty when you cry. How about this, you offer yourself to us, and we'll let you go, how about it?"

At this moment, a scholar-like man shouted, "Stop! In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how dare you be so insolent!"

The young man quickly hid behind the scholar, his voice trembling with tears, "Kind brother, please save me! Waaah!"

The thug said, "Stop crying and whining. You're unlucky to have run into us brothers today. Hurry up and hand over the money."

The young man, his eyes brimming with tears, bravely clutched a tattered money bag. "This money, this money is what I earned working day and night. It's the life-saving money to buy medicine for my little father. I can't give it to you!"

Upon hearing this, the scholar immediately declared with righteous indignation, "Young man, don't be afraid. I, Tan, will absolutely not stand idly by in this matter."

The thug sneered and said, "Who do you think you are, daring to meddle in my business?"

The scholar said, "I am a scholar with official rank. If you dare to touch me, the county magistrate will not let you off the hook."

The two thugs exchanged a glance and whispered a few words to each other.

"We robbed that young man, not you," the thug laughed. "Even if you're a scholar, what can you do to us?"

Although the scholar was thin, he still protected the young man and watched the two thugs warily.

But how could a scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken possibly stand up to two strong and burly thugs?

One of the thugs blocked the scholar's path, while the other stepped forward to snatch the young man's purse.

The young man wasn't very strong, and the tattered money bag he had been desperately protecting was quickly snatched away.

Once the two thugs had their money, they immediately ran away, leaving the young man crying in despair.

The scholar watched helplessly as the two thugs left, unable to stop them, and could only sigh with regret and self-reproach.

"Don't cry." The scholar took off his money pouch and handed it to the young man. "It's not much money, but take it and buy medicine for your father. Getting him treated is the most important thing."

The young man bit his lip, unable to speak for a long time.

The scholar then said, "Hurry up and get the medicine, or the pharmacy will close."

"Thank you..." The young man's voice was thin and pitiful.

The scholar immediately blushed, "Oh, it was nothing, just a small favor. Besides, I didn't really help at all..."

The young man bowed to the scholar and asked earnestly, "Would you mind leaving your name, my benefactor? I will definitely repay this money in the future."

"No need, no need." The scholar quickly waved his hand. "I, I still need to go back to study. You should go too, lest those two come back later."

"Hmm..." The young man watched the scholar leave.

After the scholar's figure had completely disappeared, the young man casually wiped away his tears.

He tossed the scholar's money pouch in his hand, then turned and disappeared into another alley.

The alley was very narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass through, and just around the corner was a makeshift shack.

The shanty wasn't big, and although it looked messy, you'd only find out after pushing open the dilapidated door that people actually lived in this ruin-like shanty.

There was a tattered low table in the haystack, and two people were sitting and resting on the haystack.

It was the same thugs who had robbed him earlier. Seeing the door open and the young man walk in, they quickly asked, "How was it? A fat sheep, huh?"

The young man scoffed, "What fat sheep? Just a poor, pretentious scholar pretending to be rich."

As he spoke, he tossed the scholar's money pouch over.

Wang Yi took the money bag, eagerly opened it, and was immediately disheartened. "Tch, just a few copper coins. What's with the 'hero saves the damsel in distress' act?"

"Thump, thump, thump—"

Suddenly, a rhythmic knocking sounded from outside the door, like metal striking wood, making the sound somewhat muffled.

A look of confusion flashed quickly across the eyes of the three people in the shed.

Wang Yi quickly stuffed the money bag into the straw and then asked, "Who is it?"

The door to the shed was just a few planks pieced together, and it was very drafty.

The three of them looked out through the crack in the door and could only see a person standing against the light, a blurry shadow.

The man didn't reply, but simply knocked on the door three more times.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiao gestured for the other two men to stay put. He then carefully walked over, carrying his tattered dress, and asked through the door, "Who are you?"

Only then did the person outside the door condescend to speak.

However, his very first words infuriated Jiang Xiao.

"Don't speak in a high-pitched voice."

Jiang Xiao: "..."

He simply opened the door, ready to berate this tasteless man, but upon seeing his face, he immediately switched to fawning.

Although he looks like a wandering swordsman, his clothes are made of expensive fabric, with exquisite workmanship and subtle patterns embroidered with gold thread... they are obviously worth a lot of money!

The crown jelly on his head looks like it's black and gold...

He's a fat sheep! And a very handsome fat sheep at that.

Jiang Xiao smiled innocently and asked in an even more affected voice, "Brother, who are you looking for?"

Lin Siheng tilted her head. "Didn't I tell you not to speak in a high-pitched voice?"

Jiang Xiao: "..." speechless.

Lin Siheng said, "Give it to me."

Jiang Xiao blinked, feigning ignorance, "What?"