Divorce and remarriage

  In the early spring, the grass is growing and the swallows are flying, it's a great time. Outside Xujiacun Village, there is a mountain with clear water, where a young man lies on his back on the lush green grass, with his arms under his head, looking relaxed and comfortable.

  Soft golden sunlight shone on the young man's face, warm and gentle, so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes and rested peacefully.

  It was only when the last rays of sunlight had disappeared beyond the horizon that the young man finally stretched, yawned and sat up.

  As he walked to the village entrance, a young boy dressed as a servant came running up to him and said in a quick voice, "Young master, someone has come from the branch family, and I was ordered to come find you."

  The young man furrowed his brow for a moment, then relaxed: "Let's hurry back then."

  The young servant hastily led the way in front, walking through several stone slab roads and arriving at a large house. The young man followed behind the servant into the door, and there were already guests sitting in the hall, a middle-aged man wearing a long gown, with eyes shining brightly, and high temples rising, looking like a postnatal master.

  The young man's footsteps paused for a moment, and then he hastily walked in: "I heard that there were guests coming, and I'm really sorry for not welcoming them from afar."

  That middle-aged man was named Xu Cheng. He was a capable manager of the household, and this time he had been sent by the old master to welcome the young master. He was very unwilling.

  This is no trivial matter.

  What is Xujia Village? A big family like the Xu's, let alone the Zhu's, even if they were a branch of the family, would be considered one of the top families in a city like Fenglin. But this Xujia Village is just a small estate in a rural area, and the people who have been sent here over the years have accumulated into a sizable population.

  But any young master who has been somewhat spoiled, even if he is a bastard, can hardly be demoted to this place. Moreover, the origin of this young master is not easy to say, he is actually not the son of the current head of the family, but the only son of the former head - the older brother of the current head who is now weak and sick. Originally, he was a legitimate heir, but due to the death of the former head, his situation became embarrassing. Later, not long after, he was sent to this Xujiacun, nominally giving him the entire estate, but in fact, it was just a worry-free life, not necessarily having gained control over Xujiacun.

  If he had a bit more spirit, there would be ways to keep the people in the Zhuangzi in line. Even if it wasn't much of an achievement, at least he could have been a local tyrant. But this young master was too soft and gentle, neither demanding nor having any temper. As time went on, thanks to the strict rules of the Xu family, although the servants still put up a good face when doing things, in reality they didn't think much of him either.

  Xu Cheng came this time, naturally there was a big deal. Otherwise, he, an eighth-level postnatal warrior, among the many figures in the postnatal realm outside, how could he come to such a place full of country bumpkins!

  However, after all, there is a distinction between master and servant. Xu Cheng deeply understands the importance of being respectful to his master, but as a martial artist born into a noble family, he can use his martial prowess to intimidate others, yet he cannot forget the basic rules of etiquette. A master is a master, a servant is a servant; even if someone like Xu Ziqing is forgotten and neglected, Xu Cheng must still maintain at least a basic level of courtesy.

  He stood up, relying on his eighth-level warrior status without making a courtesy, slightly nodding: "Young master, Xu Cheng has come to welcome you back under the orders of Master Feng."

  Xu Ziqing smiled: "I don't know what uncle wants me to go back for?"

  Xu Cheng said, "Young Master is already thirteen years old this year. In my Xu family, whether it's the main line or a branch, once they reach this age, they must be sent to the ancestral house to test their spiritual roots. As Young Master is a direct descendant, he naturally won't be an exception."

  Xu Ziqing lowered his eyes, he was naturally unwilling to leave Xujiacun, but what could he do? He had no choice but to agree: "When shall we set off?"

  Xu Cheng saw that the young master was not arrogant, and his behavior was also very dignified. He added a few words of praise: "If the young master doesn't mind, it's better to go as soon as possible. Why don't we just go tomorrow morning?"

  Xu Ziqing nodded: "Very well, I will do as you say."

  That night Xu Ziqing was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

  He was not originally a person of this world, but the youngest son of a wealthy family in a completely different world. Since childhood, he has been pampered and grown up, but unfortunately, his body is not good, living for eighteen years, but can only wander between the bed and the window, even thinking about going down to the garden on the first floor to take a few steps and appreciate the flowers is rare.

  The power structure of that world is also vastly different from this one. The physical quality of humans is still good, but they rely more on something called "technology". With this technology as the foundation, humanity has been roaming the universe for several rounds, but their lifespan is short, and they can't live beyond 200 years at most.

  This world is where people absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and refine their bodies with power. If they don't have a spiritual root, at most they can only become a martial artist's body, enter the Tao through martial arts, and reach the pinnacle of martial arts before the Heavenly Gate. Or perhaps they have a spiritual root, have a chance to ascend to immortality, but are different from martial artists, as long as they can truly absorb spiritual energy into their dantian, they will no longer be ordinary people.

  Xu Ziqing was born into his mother's womb, only knowing that she was a beautiful woman, but he had never seen her since birth. His father was a gentle and refined man, unfortunately, his body was not good, and before Xu Ziqing could speak, he passed away. His father was clearly the eldest son, inheriting the family property for several years, but as soon as he died, the family property fell into the hands of his younger brother.

  His uncle's name was Xu Mengqian, who had some thoughts and wasn't a bad person. However, since he already had a son with his first wife, how could he let the eldest grandson stay? Xu Ziqing had no choice but to be raised by him. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't drink enough of Meng Po's soup in his previous life, he would have been spoiled by those around him and become a prodigal son, ruining his whole life.

  Xu Ziqing himself didn't have any great ambitions, having been bedridden with illness in his past life. Being able to have a healthy body this lifetime was already a stroke of good fortune. As he grew older, he fell in love with the beautiful scenery between the mountains that he had rarely seen in his past life. He longed to spend his entire life staying in Xujiavillage, but unexpectedly, he still had to come out into the world after all. Now, he only hoped that no spiritual roots would be found growing on his head, or else he would have to stay with the Zong family and who knows how he would end up living in the future.

  The next day, a horse-drawn carriage rattled out of Xu's village. Since Xu Ziqing had never learned martial arts and rarely did physical labor, his physical fitness was not very good either. Xu Cheng had anticipated this and had come quickly on the strength of an eighth-level warrior, but now he had prepared such a horse-drawn carriage for their return journey. He drove in front, letting Xu Ziqing sleep inside the carriage. The two men traveled day and night, eating dry rations and drinking from streams, with Xu Cheng full of energy and the horses pulling the carriage not being ordinary walking horses either, so they didn't feel tired at all. Xu Ziqing was sleepy, but when he woke up, he looked out the window to enjoy the scenery, and didn't find it hard to bear.

  Three days later, they arrived at Fenglin City, where Xu's family branch was located.

  The carriage did not stop on the road, but came straight to the Xu mansion. It was a deep and large compound with many houses inside, and at the gate there were two stone lions, which were carved by some skilled craftsmen, truly majestic and extraordinary. Xu Cheng jumped off the carriage and knocked twice on the red gate, then a young servant opened the door.

  Only Xu Chengdao was heard saying: "Young Master Xu Ziqing is back, hurry up and help Young Master get off the carriage!"

  After he shouted, two maids quickly walked out of the door and went to the carriage, lifted the curtain, stretched out their arms and bowed their heads, wanting to help Young Master get off the carriage.

  Finally, a hand rested on the maid's wrist, and she couldn't help but raise her head to see a smiling face. Although there was still some childishness left, the eyebrows and eyes already had a handsome, gentle and elegant appearance. She couldn't help but blush, stuttering and unable to speak, quickly helping him down was all she could do.

  Xu Ziqing got off the carriage, said "thank you for your trouble", and let go of his hand, standing up straight. Xu Cheng was somewhat anxious, hastily calling out to this young master several times, before being hurriedly followed by Xu Ziqing, who entered the main house together with him.

  Someone inside had already reported to the master of the house, so Xu Mengqian came out and met with Xu Ziqing for a moment. They exchanged a few pleasantries, and Xu Ziqing also called him "Uncle" in response. Afterwards, he was led back to his room by the servants. It was only heard that everyone had gathered together, and after resting for a few days, they would set off on their journey to the ancestral home.

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