Zhao Linchuan said in a calm and confident tone:
"When the time comes, you can absorb it along with its Soul Ring. With me protecting you, you don't have to worry about accidents happening."
"Absorb it together with its Soul Ring?"
Yue Shen blinked his eyes, fluttered his eyelashes twice, and then said in a dazed voice:
"Then wouldn't I become Soul Master with ninety-nine thousand years of First Soul Ring?"
"If it can be successfully absorbed, wouldn't it take a million years for the Soul Ring behind me to start?"
"It's not impossible." Zhao Linchuan explained, his tone becoming serious.
"This is the main reason why I leave it to you."
"It's just that the energy a person's body can hold is limited."
"Similarly, the mental power that a person's sea of consciousness can hold is also limited..."
"Don't worry, husband." Yue Shen reached out and touched Zhao Linchuan's cheek, and his fingertips gently brushed his chin and neck, interrupting his next words.
"My wife is a person who knows how to measure things. If I don't have enough confidence, I won't take risks easily."
"When the time comes, I will polish my foundation bit by bit, and I will never let down your hard work."
"Now that I know how hard it is to be a husband..."
Zhao Linchuan took back his hand, pinched Yue Shen's little face, and said with a evil smile:
"Then how are you going to repay your husband?"
"I'm all yours, how can I repay you...?"
Yue Shen said a little shyly, his eyes averted slightly, and his cheeks were dyed a light pink.
"The most, the most I can do is give you a few more children..."
"Or when your wives and concubines get pregnant, I will go over and take care of them..."
"Are you dignified Yue Shen willing to be their stable mother-in-law?" Zhao Linchuan asked with some surprise.
"They are all my Zhao Clan's seed, why do you want to or not?" Yue Shen said nonchalantly.
She waved her hand in a very generous manner.
"When the time comes, your kids will have to call me aunt."
"I think we should first talk about what our two babies will be called in the future." Zhao Linchuan hugged Yue Shen and stood up.
His arms firmly supported her waist and knees, holding her whole body in his arms.
Yue Shen took advantage of the situation and hugged his neck, intertwining his fingers on the back of his neck.
"If it's a daughter, let's call her Zhao Yan'er!" Yue Shen hugged Zhao Linchuan's neck and rushed to say.
"Why don't you just call her Zhao Yanfei?" Zhao Linchuan said as he walked away with Yue Shen in his arms, with a narrow smile on his lips.
"No, this is too straightforward."
Yue Shen said righteously, frowning slightly, with an expression of "How could you propose such a thing?"
"Yan Fei is my senior sister, how could I name my daughter like this?" Her tone was too serious to be a joke.
"Besides, what if our daughter passes by the door while you two are having sex, hears the voice and thinks it's calling her, and she breaks in?"
"I knew..." Zhao Linchuan smiled and shook his head, "You Yue Shen can't really respect Yan Fei."
"Oh, I actually respect my senior sister quite a bit."
Yue Shen's voice softened, with a hint of coquettishness.
Her fingers gently drew circles on the back of Zhao Linchuan's neck, and she said flatteringly:
"But then again, you are the child's father, and it will be you who decides what the child will be called..."
Zhao Linchuan looked down at Keren in his arms and said with a smile, "If it's a daughter, then call her Qinglian or Su'e..."
The next day, in the morning.
The morning fog has dissipated, and the water on the river is sparkling like a layer of broken silver.
The egret in the distance is pacing on the sandbank, occasionally flapping its wings and flying, drawing an elegant arc among the blue sky and white clouds.
Yue Shen, who had been tormented by Zhao Linchuan for half the night, got up early, but her energy was surprisingly good, her face was rosy, and her eyes had a moisturized luster.
Carrying the bamboo basket, she stepped on the wet grass and went to the bamboo forest by the river to dig some spring bamboo shoots.
The bright yellow tips of those spring bamboo shoots have just emerged from the soil. Each one is plump and tender, and sweet juice will ooze out when pinched.
She washed and sliced the spring bamboo shoots, put them into the leftover fish soup from yesterday, and added a few slices of ginger and a handful of wild onions.
The stove fire was rekindled, the soup in the casserole was bubbling, and white steam was rising, carrying the unique fragrance of fish and spring bamboo shoots, filling the early morning air.
For a long time...
"How's it going?"
Yue Shen looked at Zhao Linchuan who was taking a big gulp of soup, holding his chin in his hands and resting his elbows on his thighs, his eyes full of anticipation.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of "please praise me".
"My cooking skills are pretty good, right?"
"More than good? It's simply awesome!"
Zhao Linchuan did not hesitate to praise. He drank the last sip of soup in the bowl and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, his eyes full of sincere admiration.
"I just can't believe that Yue Shen of Yin-Yang School actually has such a skill."
"Hmm."
Yue Shen snorted twice, raised his chin slightly, and seemed to be very satisfied, and his whole body showed a sense of satisfaction after being praised.
"I'm going to clean up the tent, and we'll set off after you've had enough to eat and drink." She stood up and patted the grass clippings on her skirt.
"Eat some more and we'll clean it up together later." Zhao Linchuan put down the bowl and reached out to hold her hand.
"No, I'm full." Yue Shen gently broke away from his hand, "You drink slowly, don't be in a hurry."
About half an hour later.
After eating and drinking, the two men tidied up the tent.
The tent was folded into neat squares, the sleeping bag was rolled up and tied tightly, and the cooking utensils were cleaned and stored in Storage Soul Tool.
The bonfire was put out and buried with earth.
The grass was cleaned cleanly, not even a scrap of paper was left, as if they had never stayed here.
Yue Shen took one last look at the river bank that had accompanied them for two days, then withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Linchuan.
"Everything is packed, let's go."
"Yeah." Yue Shen responded with a soft voice.
Zhao Linchuan gently hugged Yue Shen's waist and pulled her into his arms.
The two men immediately turned into a golden meteor flying backwards, speeding towards Far North.
The golden light streaked across the blue sky and white clouds, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, dragging a long golden tail flame and disappearing at the end of the sky in the blink of an eye.
The river breeze blew by and the reeds rustled.
The egret in the distance fluttered its wings, circled in the golden light, and then flew in the opposite direction.
Tranquility was restored between heaven and earth.
Only the river is still flowing eastward, running tirelessly towards the distance that will never reach the end.