The Hundred-Year Engagement

There are flowers blooming on both sides of a winding path, and two green and yellow spirit birds are jumping on the branches, chirping and singing.

Ye Lingxi walked in front, Zhang Ziliang followed behind a step behind. Looking at the beautiful woman's side face, Zhang Ziliang's thoughts turned back and forth in his mind, and he seemed to have thousands of words, but he always didn't know how to speak.

The two walked slowly like this, but no matter how slow they were, the road would always have an end. Not long after, the front suddenly opened up, and an extremely wide courtyard showed elegance and tranquility.

"Ling Xi, I..." Zhang Ziliang who was about to speak suddenly felt a chill hit his body, and couldn't help but change his words quickly: "Senior sister, what are you calling me for?"

Ye Lingxi looked back at Zhang Ziliang, and said coldly: "Promise you for a period of fifty or a hundred years. If you fail to defeat me by then, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes, senior sister, don't worry, I will do my best."

Hearing Ye Lingxi's words, Zhang Ziliang really felt mixed feelings. The happy thing is that she didn't reject him, but the worrying thing is that he doesn't know if he can beat Ye Lingxi at that time. As for the 100-year period offered by the other party, Zhang Ziliang didn't take it seriously.

"Senior sister, there is one more thing." Seeing Ye Lingxi's footsteps paused, Zhang Ziliang continued, "I don't know how long until we leave? I want to say goodbye to my father before that."

"Two days later, you go directly to look for me outside Mingxin Hall."

After saying a word, Ye Lingxi ignored Zhang Ziliang behind him and walked quickly towards the courtyard. Suddenly hearing a deep thunder, she turned around to look, but saw Zhang Ziliang disappearing into the distance in a purple ray of light.

After a while, Ye Lingxi whispered, "Father, where are you now?"

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Chun Cangcheng is only a few hundred miles away from Tianji Sect. For Zhang Ziliang today, it only takes half a day to run at full speed. In a sense, Zhang Ji can also be regarded as his biological father of Zhang Ziliang. So he wanted to see him before leaving.

In the courtyard of Zhangfu Gate,

"Hey, it's been more than ten years since Madam passed away, and I haven't seen the master continue. Steward Li, you too, why don't you make a fuss."

The person who was replaced by the servant girl as Steward Li sighed and said: "The master's affection for his wife is so deep, not to mention ten years, even if there are several decades, I am afraid it will not be relieved at all."

"I don't know if I can meet a person who is as infatuated as the master in this life." When the maid spoke, it seemed that she felt sorry for herself.

Butler Li chuckled when he heard this, and couldn't help shaking his head. He suddenly heard footsteps approaching from far to near. Steward Li looked around, but saw a handsome young man in white with sword eyebrows and starry eyes coming to the porch, and asked softly, "Is General Zhang here?"

"Hey, you are so handsome, young master, I don't know, what is your last name?" The maid was in her prime of youth, there was no twitching in her speech and demeanor, and she looked calm and generous when she saluted.

Butler Li coughed dryly, walked up to him and asked, "I don't know what this young master is talking about with our master?"

Butler Li looked at Zhang Ziliang carefully, and could vaguely spot some shadows of the Zhang couple from his eyebrows, and couldn't help but think of a rumor many years ago. He was startled in his heart, and he couldn't help saying tremblingly: "You, aren't you..."

Seeing that Zhang Ziliang nodded slightly with a smile, Steward Li believed it a little bit, but Zhang Ji had to confirm whether it was true or not.

"Xiaofeng serves tea, my lord, wait for me for a while." Butler Li ordered Xiaofeng, and hurried towards the study.

In the study room, Zhang Ji is standing in front of the desk, holding the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, and holding a writing brush in his right hand. He is writing with ink on a piece of rice paper.

"The wife's relationship, I will look up to the whole life,"

"Or take all the hugs, and understand the words in one room,"

"When he is happy with what he meets, he gets it for himself temporarily, he is contented quickly, and he doesn't know that old age is coming,"

"Love changes with the situation, and emotion is what it is,"

"Xiang Zhi's joy, between pitching, has become a thing of the past,"

Zhang Ji's brushstrokes were vigorous and powerful, and he lifted the pen to dip the ink into the inkstone. When he was about to continue writing, he heard the panting voice of the housekeeper from outside the study,

"Old, master," said Butler Li, who was nearly fifty years old, and was a little short of breath after running.

"Why are you so panicked?" Zhang Ji frowned suddenly, and when he was about to continue writing, he heard the butler's words like thunder.

"Young Master, Young Master is back."

Hearing the words, Zhang Ji seemed to be frozen, and he didn't even know that the brush in his hand fell. After a while, he suddenly turned around to look at Steward Li, and asked happily, "Where is he?"

Butler Li pointed in the direction of the gate courtyard, and replied, "It's in the front yard."

In the front yard, Zhang Ziliang was drinking a cup of tea made for him by his maid Xiaofeng. Although it couldn't compare with the spirit tea in the cultivation world, it had a special taste. Just as he put down the teacup in his hand, he heard two hurried footsteps coming from the direction of the backyard.

Zhang Ji walked closer, but his pace became slower, as if there were heavy restraints on his feet, and tears glistened in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Ziliang carefully, as if he wanted to identify whether the young man in front of him was more like himself, or more like his first wife.

Zhang Ziliang walked up to Zhang Ji in a few steps, knelt down with a plop, looked at Zhang Ji and called softly, "Father."

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back, it's good to be back."

The hand that Zhang Ji stretched out slowly couldn't stop trembling slightly, he slowly stroked Zhang Ziliang's cheek, the old tears could no longer hold back and flowed down from his eyes. Seeing all this, Butler Li and Xiaofeng couldn't help crying.

After lifting Zhang Ziliang from the ground, Zhang Ji wiped his face with his sleeve, turned to Steward Li and said, "Butler Li, go to the dining room to prepare, today is a day of celebration."

Since the death of the Zhang family, Zhang Ji dismissed many maids and servants in the mansion, leaving only housekeeper Li and the helpless Xiaofeng. The two of them were busy, and it was noon. After everything was arranged properly, Butler Li took Xiaofeng to another place with great sense of humor.

"Father, the child is very pleased to see you are well." Zhang Ziliang picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine for Zhang Ji.

Zhang that Zhang Ji nodded, and after drinking the contents of the cup, he asked: "All these years, you practiced with Xianjun, are you doing well?"

Zhang Ziliang smiled bitterly and replied: "Although Xianjun is very strict, she is very kind to me."

"As a teacher, you should be strict. If you can get this fairy fate, you should encourage it."

During the dinner between the father and son, you spoke to me, as if you wanted to say all the words you owed in the past ten years. And amidst Zhang Ji's nagging, Zhang Ziliang experienced a feeling of home in this world for the first time.

After drinking for three rounds, it was already late at night.

Since the death of his wife Dou Caihan, Zhang Ji hadn't drunk so happily for a long time. He brushed the beard on his chin with his hand and asked, "Lin'er, how long have you been away since you came back?"

Although Zhang Ziliang didn't say it clearly, Zhang Ji could feel that his son's return this time was just a short reunion.

Zhang Ziliang's expression changed suddenly, and he said in a low voice, "I have worshiped my mother tomorrow, so I will go back."

Before Zhang Ji could ask again, Zhang Ziliang suddenly said, "Father, the world of cultivating immortals is about to usher in a great war, and it may be inevitable for ordinary people. You'd better go north earlier."

Zhang Ji was taken aback when he heard the words, and after a long while he sighed heavily, and said: "For my father, guarding the frontier all my life, I have devoted countless efforts. Your mother is also sleeping here, and I will not go anywhere for my father."

Zhang Ziliang got up and walked to Zhang Ji's side, stroking his hand and said, "Father, it's late at night, my son will help you go back to your room to rest."

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In the collection building of Tianji Sect, Zhuo Lian was watching intently at the entrance of the third floor.

"I don't know if I can enter the third floor with my current cultivation."

The last time she came here, she wanted to enter the third floor to find out, but in the end she could only leave in embarrassment. Compared with the harsh conditions for entering the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, she hoped to find the art of body training or some clues in the Cangshu Building.