TEMBMBIWB Chapter 77
by Volare[Extra Chapter] When He Was Little
When He Was Little
Today, the small courtyard was full of people.
It wasn’t for any other reason, but to see the White Deer Immortal, who had unexpectedly turned into a child.
The matter was like this.
Sui Chunsheng had just opened his eyes this morning when he met a pair of deep blue eyes.
However, today was different; these eyes, looking at him, were filled with fear and panic.
The next second, little Tan Zhui’s eyes reddened, and he tumbled off the couch.
Sui Chunsheng was startled, and it took him a while to realize that he wasn’t dreaming.
“Master, Master, it’s me, I’m Furong,” he quickly went forward to comfort him.
But the Tan Zhui in front of him had not only become smaller; his memories also seemed to have returned to his youth.
Tan Zhui looked at him in fear and rushed out of the door.
Sui Chunsheng came back to his senses and quickly chased after him.
“Master! Master!”
In the courtyard, Wugen, who was steadily catching ants with his wooden and stone forms, was the first to notice little Tan Zhui.
They tilted their heads together: ?
Wen Ding also froze for a moment, complaining to Sui Chunsheng, who was rushing over, “Father! When did you and Papa give me another little brother?”
Sui Chunsheng quickly shook his head, “No, he’s not.”
Wen Ding: “Is he an older brother?!”
Sui Chunsheng: “No!”
Wen Ding couldn’t hide his delight: “A little sister!!!”
Sui Chunsheng was too lazy to explain to him and rushed to stop the flustered little Tan Zhui.
Little Tan Zhui sized up the tall man in front of him. The inexplicable sense of pressure made him freeze on the spot.
Sui Chunsheng organized his words, wanting to tell him about their situation, but was afraid of scaring him into crying, so he could only stare at little Tan Zhui in front of him, hesitating to speak.
Little Tan Zhui looked at the man squatting in front of him and staring at him. His eyes instantly turned red, and he hesitantly grabbed his sleeve.
Being grabbed by the soft little hand, Sui Chunsheng’s heart softened as well.
Little Tan Zhui said softly, “D-don’t kill me, I’m not a bad child…”
A layer of mist gathered in his bright eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if tears were about to fall.
So pitiful.
Sui Chunsheng’s heart tightened, and he was extremely surprised, quickly saying, “I’m not a bad person either!”
He quickly used his fingers to wipe away the moisture from the corner of little Tan Zhui’s eye and gently rubbed his cheek.
“I’m your…I’m your closed-door disciple.”
Little Tan Zhui blinked, clearly a little surprised.
“But I’m not even a hundred years old yet…I can’t have a disciple…”
Sui Chunsheng: “When you’re ninety thousand years old, you’ll take me as your disciple.”
Little Tan Zhui seemed to understand, and he nodded thoughtfully.
After comforting little Tan Zhui, Sui Chunsheng quickly invited the people from the Heavenly Medicine Sect to investigate the reason for Tan Zhui’s shrinking.
Who knew that this notification brought a crowd of people?
Even the Heavenly Lord, who was busy all day long, came.
Yue Shanglan poked his butt in the air, examining the child in front of him, extremely surprised, “That’s right! It’s little Ah Zhui!”
As he said that, he was about to reach out to pinch little Tan Zhui’s delicate face.
Sui Chunsheng, standing aside, smacked his hand away without hesitation.
Sui Chunsheng glared at him, “What are you doing?”
Yue Shanglan pursed his lips, coughed lightly twice, straightened up, and put on the airs of the Heavenly Lord, which was rare for him.
“Elder Zhou You, did you figure it out? Why is this?” He turned his head to ask Elder Zhou You.
Elder Zhou You pondered for a moment, “A faint scent of ink…”
“Did the Divine Lord use the Fu Sheng Hui Bi of Rejuvenation?”
Sui Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, then gathered all the calligraphy brushes from Tan Zhui’s study and placed them in front of everyone.
“Master practices calligraphy every day; do you see anything you mentioned in here?”
Elder Zhou You examined them privately. His gaze fell on a wolf-hair brush that had not yet been cleaned. A faint inscription was engraved on it: “A painting of ephemeral life, a moment of reversion.”
“It’s this one; the ink on it hasn’t dried yet. It must have just been used.”
Sui Chunsheng noticed the wolf-hair brush that Elder Zhou You was looking at. He had indeed used it last night, but not for writing…
He quickly picked up the wolf-hair brush and tucked it away, afraid that someone would become curious and pick it up to examine it.
Yue Shanglan narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through something.
Zhou You simply said, “If it’s just because of the Fu Sheng Hui Bi, then there’s no need to worry; he’ll recover in about three hours.”
Sui Chunsheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Si Feng and Yong Lan surrounded little Tan Zhui and Wen Ding, looking at one and then the other, playing with the two children.
The stone and wood forms on the side were finally able to rest for a moment.
The Elmwood Immortal was currently pregnant, and wanted to hold little Tan Zhui, but was stopped by Yue Shanglan.
“Little Wood, don’t move. You’re about to give birth; you’ll harm the fetus if you move again.”
Wugen glared at him, seemingly a little angry.
Yue Shanglan quickly went forward and whispered, “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, I’ll let you beat me up when we get back.”
Sui Chunsheng said, “Brother, you should still take care of yourself. After you’ve delivered, you can hold Wen Ding more.”
Wugen nodded, seeming to be less angry.
As evening approached, the few people hurriedly left.
The small courtyard immediately became quiet.
Sui Chunsheng sent the others away, and when he turned around, Wen Ding and little Tan Zhui were both asleep in the gazebo under the tree.
The wood and stone forms, two half-height figures, carried Wen Ding back to the room, leaving only little Tan Zhui leaning on the corridor.
Sui Chunsheng chuckled and went forward to pick up little Tan Zhui.
Little Tan Zhui’s body was too soft. If he hadn’t held Wen Ding so often, he would really not have been used to it.
Little Tan Zhui leaned on his shoulder, panting softly, seemingly saying a few babbling words in his sleep.
Sui Chunsheng smiled with his eyebrows curved, feeling sweet in his heart.
He had never seen his master when he was a child; this time, he could be considered lucky.
The evening breeze was a little cool, so he wrapped the large cloak tighter around little Tan Zhui.
Little Tan Zhui instinctively snuggled into his arms, grabbing his hand.
He carried little Tan Zhui along the small path in the courtyard, heading towards the bedroom.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his arms, and wisps of immortal energy rippled for a moment.
His arms felt heavier.
Tan Zhui opened his eyes in his sleep, looking up with slight confusion.
Seeing a familiar face and smelling the faint hibiscus fragrance on the man, Tan Zhui felt much more at ease and softly called out, “Furong.”
Sui Chunsheng heard his call and leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“I’m here.”
Tan Zhui smiled, rubbing his neck with the tip of his nose.
Sui Chunsheng carried his treasure back to the bedroom and gently placed him on the couch.
Tan Zhui reached out to grab his sleeve. Sui Chunsheng slowly squatted down, following the force.
Tan Zhui cupped his face, his fingertips gently caressing his cheeks.
“Furong, so handsome,” he said.
Sui Chunsheng smiled, his voice a bit coquettish, “If I’m so handsome, then Master should kiss Furong.”
Tan Zhui kissed his forehead, the tip of his nose, and his cheek.
“Furong, is that enough?”
Sui Chunsheng shook his head, “Furong said, it’s not enough.”
He leaned over and pressed Tan Zhui onto the couch, taking his lips.
In their heavy breathing, the man’s voice was low, “Master, Furong is hungry.”
Tan Zhui’s head was dizzy from the kisses, and he said in a daze, “I’ll have Stone make you food…”
Sui Chunsheng grabbed his wrist. The Qinshui Bracelet wrapped around Tan Zhui’s slender wrist, immobilizing him on the bed, and preventing him from moving.
“Master, it’s little Furong who’s hungry; let me eat him.”
Tan Zhui came back to his senses, his face burning.
“You rogue…”
“I’m here.”
“Can a rogue be eaten?”
“This kind of thing, don’t ask me…”
Sui Chunsheng chuckled, already pressing against his lower back.
“Little Furong is starting to eat—”
He lightly bit Tan Zhui’s earlobe, which was about to bleed, burying his face in it.
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