TEMBMBIWB Chapter 2
by VolareTan Zhui placed the scroll in his hand on the low table and hurried to check on his beloved disciple, who was leaning against his knee.
Sui Chunsheng’s spiritual consciousness had been unusual since he was a child, very unstable, and sometimes he even had symptoms of his soul leaving his body.
After a moment of taking his pulse, it was indeed obvious that his mind was disturbed, and his breathing was rapid.
Tan Zhui took out a mind-stabilizing pill and fed it to the young man.
“Concentrate.”
Sui Chunsheng responded, his voice tinged with a hint of grievance, “Master, when I had nightmares before, you would always press my acupoints to relieve them.”
Tan Zhui couldn’t see the young man’s expression, but from his tone, he could tell that he was probably being coquettish with him.
This disciple of his was pure and spoiled, and loved to act coquettishly.
Tan Zhui couldn’t help but reach out, gently stroking the young man’s head, and relented, “Okay.”
Rarely, this time his coquetry worked very well.
Sui Chunsheng immediately smiled and obediently lay back down, making it easier for his master to press his head’s acupoints.
Because it was a frequent occurrence, Tan Zhui didn’t need to look closely to find the young man’s acupoints.
Tan Zhui’s gray-blue eyes were unfocused, and his hands were gentle.
Sui Chunsheng watched his proud and aloof face out of the corner of his eye, his heart surging with a feeling of trepidation at offending a deity.
But soon, with his master’s aura, he calmed down.
Sui Chunsheng took the opportunity to be coquettish, grabbing his cool hand, his voice a little affected.
“Master, will you tie my hair up for me today, okay?”
Wugen, who was beside him, couldn’t bear to watch any longer and stepped forward, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him down.
His mouth was muttering unintelligible wooden words.
Sui Chunsheng naturally understood; what Wugen kept saying was, “No impoliteness, no impoliteness!”
The young man had grown up with the wooden puppet since childhood, and the two had often bickered.
Wugen was quite strong, and before he could react, he had already been pulled down.
Naturally unhappy at having his good deed ruined, Sui Chunsheng immediately began wrestling with him.
Tan Zhui was already used to it, and simply shook his head slightly, laughing and scolding, “Two rascals.”
Then, he picked up the scroll and started reading the divine technique again. He did not forget to put two pieces of pastry into his mouth and sip some hot tea, quite content.
The two rascals fought from the couch to the floor, rolling around countless times, but neither would let the other go.
At first, they were pulling each other’s hair, but later they just went at it, biting each other with no regard.
They had no semblance of the dignified and polite immortals they were supposed to be.
The two tore at each other, colliding with the white sandalwood cabinet on the side.
Tan Zhui didn’t even raise his eyes, only said, “Don’t damage the things in my room, or you’ll be disciplined.”
The two briefly restrained themselves for a moment, but at the same time, they seized the opportunity and pounced on each other.
Sui Chunsheng grabbed the branches on Wugen’s head and bit down hard.
Wugen cursed in wooden words.
Just as they were fighting fiercely, someone knocked on the door.
Tan Zhui put down the divine technique in his hand and glanced towards the door.
With a wave of his sleeve, he opened the door, completely ignoring the two on the floor.
The door’s protective barrier retreated, revealing the person outside.
The two who had been wrestling on the ground quickly separated and tidied their messy appearances.
Tan Zhui couldn’t see the face clearly, but from the blurry figure and the immortal mark on the forehead, he could tell that it was a small immortal from the Nine Heavens.
The small immortal was first shocked for a moment by the two with their disheveled hair and unkempt appearance.
Coming back to his senses, he quickly bowed respectfully, “Divine Lord, I apologize for disturbing you.”
“I am here on the Heavenly Lord’s orders to deliver a book to the Divine Lord.”
Tan Zhui raised his eyes to look at him, noticing that the small immortal seemed to have a red thread around his body, like the little immortals from the Moon Deity’s Palace.
He couldn’t help but feel suspicious.
“A book?” Tan Zhui asked.
The small immortal immediately handed over the book, saying, “The Heavenly Lord asked me to bring it to the Divine Lord. He said that you should take a look at Immortal Hua Zhi, your betrothed… Immortal Hua Zhi is about to come of age.”
Sui Chunsheng raised his eyes to look over, and even Wugen tilted his wooden head in confusion.
Tan Zhui lowered his eyes to think. It seemed that there was such a thing. At that time, the Heavenly Lord was pressing him to marry, and he himself had said, “Then wait until you have your twenty-seventh child.”
So, he had naturally made a marriage agreement with the unborn child.
He didn’t expect that this Heavenly Lord would be so relentless, and had actually given birth to his betrothed.
In the blink of an eye, she was about to come of age.
Tan Zhui felt a little helpless, “I have not received a message from the Heavenly Lord.”
Just as he was thinking of making an excuse, who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flew in from the window, landing in front of him as a transmission.
“Divine Lord, you are now the only remaining ancient divine lord in the Nine Heavens. There must be someone to continue this ancient divine power. Ten thousand years have passed, and it is time to honor our agreement.”
Tan Zhui was about to refute, but was interrupted.
“Divine Lord, a word spoken is like a horse galloping, surely you wouldn’t lie to this junior?”
“You should take a look. My twenty-seventh is a beauty among beauties. If you don’t fancy her, this lord won’t be able to give birth to a second twenty-seventh.”
This remark was well-measured and difficult to refuse.
Otherwise, he would be slapping himself in the face, showing no mercy.
Tan Zhui lowered his eyes and glanced at the Moon Deity’s little immortal beside him.
In the end, he conceded, “Please, Immortal, present the book.”
The small immortal immediately smiled and hurriedly presented the marriage book.
Wugen was clearly surprised and froze, thinking.
The young man beside him, however, had a calm expression and kept his eyes fixed on his master.
Until Wugen, who was curiously looking over with his neck stretched out, accidentally poked him with the branches on his head.
The young man’s face immediately changed, and he kicked him in the butt with considerable force.
Wugen saw that there was an outsider and didn’t want to cause a scene, so he just muttered a few wooden curses.
Tan Zhui unfolded the book in his hand, and the young man’s gaze fell on him again.
But Tan Zhui was completely unaware; at this moment, he was thinking about how to find something unsuitable so they could part peacefully.
Thus, he focused on using the divine technique and reading the marriage book in his hand.
It first mentioned Hua Zhi’s identity, that she was the Heavenly Lord’s youngest daughter, the twenty-seventh in line.
Hua Zhi was almost eight years old and about to come of age.
She loved painting, and thus had the title of Immortal Painter in the heavens.
This immortal, although also born of the Heavenly Lord, was not born of the Heavenly Queen, but was born from a South Sea mermaid during the Heavenly Lord’s mortal tribulation.
“Too young, too young, the same age as my Hibiscus,” Tan Zhui said.
The small immortal immediately said, “Immortal Hua Zhi is three months older than Little Immortal Hibiscus, and she will come of age tomorrow. In the Nine Heavens, there are many who marry their betrothed after coming of age. If the Divine Lord uses this to refuse the Heavenly Lord, I will be punished.”
Tan Zhui said again, “I am a blind person and have lived for tens of thousands of years. I’m afraid I am not a match for the Immortal.”
The small immortal said, “Divine Lord, don’t worry. Immortal Hua Zhi has admired the Divine Lord since childhood. Her painting skills are only used to depict the Divine Lord’s immortal form. She can’t wait to marry you on the day she comes of age.”
Tan Zhui racked his brains and thought again and again, then said, “I like children very much, so I’m afraid I’m not a match for Immortal Hua Zhi, since he is male.”
The small immortal seemed to have known this for a while, and immediately explained, “Divine Lord, don’t worry. Although Immortal Hua Zhi is male, he is from the East Sea mermaid clan, which has a birthing pouch and can give birth.”
Tan Zhui was stunned for a moment, thinking, “This is possible?”
The small immortal seemed to see that the Divine Lord had no other options, and said, “Then it’s settled. When the time comes, the Moon Deity will calculate the date for the two of you to get married as soon as possible.”
Tan Zhui lowered his eyes for a moment and did not speak.
The small immortal was also observant, and immediately bowed and took his leave.
The small immortal of the Moon Deity’s Palace had left, and Tan Zhui then raised his head to see that he was the only one left in the room.
Immediately after, he heard the sound of his beloved disciple practicing his sword on the neighboring peak.
The sound was earth-shattering, like thunder.
Tan Zhui was stunned for a moment, a look of surprise on his face, and sighed, “Good disciple, he’s really working harder and harder, truly rare.”
In the evening, the three of them sat together for dinner at Fangcun Mountain.
Although they did not need to eat, gods also had appetites, especially ancient divine lords who had lived for tens of thousands of years. They had to eat three meals a day, and sometimes they would have fruits and snacks in between, or a late-night snack to satisfy their cravings.
A flirtatious figure in red walked in, and as if he was entering his own home, he casually collapsed on the fish-belly recliner to one side, waving to Tan Zhui, “Ah Zhui, quickly tell the kitchen to make some food, I’m starving.”
Although gods can’t die of starvation.
He mainly came to freeload, probably because he had spent all his spirit stones on his trip down to the mortal realm, and had to come to Fangcun Mountain to sponge off of them.
The White Deer Immortal was sitting in the main seat, eating slowly and gracefully.
Yue Shanglan only smelled the aroma of the food at this moment, and very consciously sat down in the empty seat.
The others ignored him, as if it had become a habit.
No one even gave him chopsticks, so he looked around for a week, and finally broke off two branches from the wooden puppet’s head, and after a bit of sanding, used them as chopsticks.
Tan Zhui had eaten almost enough, and then finally spoke, “Why are you here?”
Yue Shanglan’s mouth was stuffed full, and he used some wine to wash it down, his eyebrows dancing, “I just saw a red light flash across Fangcun Mountain, which was the Moon Deity’s light of marriage.”
“It seems that someone in Fangcun Mountain has used the Moon Deity’s red thread. The wooden puppet is impossible, he doesn’t even have a human form. Which girl would fancy him? Little Chunsheng hasn’t come of age, and you watch him closely, not letting him go down the mountain, so naturally he wouldn’t privately commit himself to anyone. So it must be you—White Deer Immortal.”
The more Yue Shanglan spoke, the deeper his smile became, as if he was watching the White Deer Immortal’s embarrassment.
“It seems that you have already compromised with the old Heavenly Lord and decided to let the iron tree bloom?”
Tan Zhui indifferently said, “A wise man submits to circumstances, besides, I’ve also reached the age.”
Yue Shanglan immediately burst out laughing, “Hahahaha… don’t say reached the age, you’ve become an ancestor!”
The young man beside him put down his chopsticks and stood up.
His sudden movement startled Yue Shanglan for a moment.
Looking at the young man’s departing back, he hurriedly said, “Little Chunsheng! Where are you going? Aren’t you going to eat?”
The young man left behind a sentence, “Practicing,”
And hurried away.
Yue Shanglan couldn’t help but look at Tan Zhui, narrowed his eyes, and seemed to have seen something.
“This disciple of yours is so diligent every day, not thinking of tea or food. Is he afraid that he won’t make you proud in the Nine Heavens Secret Realm trial next month? What a good disciple!”
Tan Zhui was rather carefree, and with a bit of pride, he raised his chin, “Naturally, my disciple is not one for desire, and is naturally not affected by appetite.”
“Look at you, you’re praising your disciple, but you’re the one who’s becoming arrogant.” Yue Shanglan tossed a peanut into his mouth, and continued, “Let me tell you, this time when I went down to the mortal realm, I discovered a top-notch restaurant in Yuzhou City. The courtesan there had a willowy waist, and her face was like a painting… Next time, you must come with me to take a look, and show you, the old antique, the world!”
Tan Zhui nonchalantly snorted coldly, “The most reckless god in the Nine Heavens is you, Moonlight Immortal. The secret realm trial this time also includes your beloved disciple. You should pay more attention.”
Yue Shanglan seemed to have forgotten all about it, and said, “I, a carefree immortal, naturally do not care about that kind of fame. As long as that kid doesn’t cause trouble for me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of earth-shattering movements came from outside.
Yue Shanglan cried out in alarm, thinking that some demon or monster had come knocking on their door, but then he saw the sword energy of the Tansue Sword flying around, and he realized that it was the young man practicing his sword.
He gazed out the window at the neighboring peak and courtyard.
He couldn’t help but mutter, “This disciple of yours isn’t afraid of tearing down the house. What a bull’s strength.”
Tan Zhui glanced at him, “Tear it down, I’ll build it for him again.”
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