Chapter 130

Back mountain forbidden area, Ancient Tomb Sect.

"Master~ Grandma Sun~"

"Mochou, go out and practice swordplay~"

After eating a few bites of lunch, Li Mochou, without waiting for the master to set down the bowl and chopsticks, grabbed her treasured sword and hopped away toward the outside of the tomb.

Compared with the dim, dreary interior of the Ancient Tomb Sect, the outside at this moment, just as the locust trees were in season, was covered with mountain flowers, swarming bees and butterflies, a perfect playground for her mischief.

But it was limited to a small area of the back mountain; if the master discovered she had fled the forbidden zone, her little bottom would also receive a beating.

"In the blink of an eye, eleven years have passed; now the girl has grown up," Sun Grandma said, her face full of kindness as she watched the departing figure.

Having said that, she led the way ahead.

This has been rare in the past ten years.

"Yes, master~" Li Mochou replied in a sweet voice, feeling a sigh of relief inside.

"I'll go," Niu Dingtian said, extending both hands.

Since Elder Yin wants to cultivate the Dao, he should do so earnestly; after all, keeping that thing is useless.

Thinking of this, he picked up the flower wreath from the ground and said lightly, "First practice the introductory sword technique once, then perform the Beauty Fist once."

Speaking, he handed over the swaddling cloth.

Lin Shinv glanced at the swaddling cloth in Niu Dingtian's arms, pondered for a moment, and said lightly, "A few from the Ancient Tomb Sect, please."

Lin Shinv took out a torch to light an oil lamp, and every few steps inside she lit another lamp; by the time she reached the end, the entire tomb passage was illuminated.

Now it can be considered that the person has returned to the original owner; whether they meet again in the future depends on fate.

While the few were talking, they had already arrived in front of Li Mochou and her master.

Back then, when she dealt with the crying and wailing Mochou, she used exactly this method.

He didn't think the little fellow was hungry; even fasting another ten days wouldn't make him starve. Perhaps it's because Little Dragon sister couldn't bear to let him go.

Just as the swaddling cloth entered Niu Dingtian's arms, the little fellow's crying abruptly stopped, and he began to giggle continuously at Niu Dingtian.

"Master, master!"

After it ended, sweat had slightly dampened his temples, and he was so exhausted that he began panting heavily.

Miss Huang huffed, turned her head away, and ignored him.

Looking at the Little Dragon in his arms, Niu Dingtian broke the silence, speaking softly, "Little Dragon, I originally planned to raise you myself, but these past few years I fear my surroundings won't be stable, so from now on I'll hand you over to Lin Shinv."

He then briefly recounted the events that occurred last year in the ruined temple, and as for the scenes involving the greasy person in between, of course he didn't mention a single word.

Miss Huang stopped pursing her lips, but her eyes began to dart defensively toward the little hoof opposite.

I'm not a child!

Upon hearing this, Miss Huang became somewhat angry; Brother Niu had actually lumped her together with that shaggy girl! How truly detestable!

But seeing that the other party truly had business, not a joke, he turned around in a huff and walked out.

After regaining his senses, he saw that the master had, at some point, already stood in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.

Niu Dingtian was also a bit stunned; could a few sips of spirit spring water have fed this little thing to maturity? Or perhaps because of the aura on its body?

"Perhaps it's hunger," Han Xiao Ying hurriedly reminded, noting that this child had previously been taken by Niu Dingtian, and she hadn't seen anyone feed it milk.

Just now, having seen the two people opposite, she saw her Brother Niu stare at the little girl opposite without blinking.

Lin Shinv was startled for a moment, then ordered, "Mochou, quickly go fetch a jar of honey."

"Wah~ Wah~"

"Have you met Lin Shinv," Niu Dingtian said with a smile; because he was holding Little Dragon in his arms and had not yet shown courtesy, he looked at the two women beside him and introduced, "This is the head of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Lin Shinv."

She had barely any chance to leave the back mountain, where had she ever seen such a rare thing? For a moment, even that little brother couldn't help but look.

The tomb entrance was huge, with a massive stone hanging above; upon entering the Ancient Tomb Sect, the interior was pitch black.

At the end, he looked toward Han Xiao Ying.

"Wah~ Wah~"

"Big brother, Sister Han."

In her view, the girl was no different from her own daughter; back when she was about one year old, she was taken back to the Ancient Tomb Sect.

"This is Huang Rong, daughter of the Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi, and this is Han Xiao Ying."

But after shaking for a while, there was no improvement; Little Dragon's wailing persisted and grew even more intense. Lin Shinv couldn't help but become a bit frantic.

"What is Rong'er thinking? She's still a child," Niu Dingtian said, his head full of black lines, a look of speechlessness on his face.

Once, by a twist of fate, disregarding any gender taboo, he healed Lu Zhan Yuan, only to be met with deceit and a foolishly patient wait.

After a few people left, Niu Dingtian glanced at Little Dragon, pondered, and said, "I washed Little Dragon's sinews and marrow yesterday; from now on her martial progress won't be slow. Moreover, within her inner body I sealed a... let's call it an internal force."

In the end, this was also something she loved in her youth. But now that youthful years have passed, things have changed, and because she practices the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, she no longer has that sentiment.

And the miss, aside from teaching martial arts, doesn't involve herself in worldly matters; this girl can be said to have been raised single‑handedly by her.

If the other party could simply put down the baby and leave, she wouldn't deliberately try to keep them, but obviously the other side has no such intention.

At this moment she wore white clothes, like a flower‑adorned butterfly, and her smile was even more beautiful than the surrounding blossoms.

Li Mochou stepped and kept looking back as she followed her master; Niu Dingtian, holding Little Dragon, followed, while Miss Huang and Han Xiao Ying stood on the left and right respectively.

"Master, who is she?" Li Mochou whispered, feeling as if she were about to lose favor; the master had never smiled at her like that before.

At this moment, she, holding the little disciple in her arms, spoke far more than usual.

She didn't know what the senior disciple thought in his heart, but she had once smiled at the senior disciple in the same way; at that time, he was only as small as a junior disciple.

Seeing this, Lin Shinv's complexion softened considerably, and she said lightly, "That's all for today; next time I, the master, discover your negligence, be careful of your palm."

Just now, Sun Grandma was asked to buy some rice, flour, and fresh vegetables, also to make some plans in advance.

But who could have thought that many years later, that blood‑thirsty female demon, who once killed without blinking, could now wear a flower wreath with a naive, carefree expression; this sense of incongruity inevitably stirs emotions.

It had been more than half a year since the master last took her out; just now, she suddenly recalled the little brother in the ruined temple from last year, and the piece of rabbit leg meat he had given her.

After leaving the flower thicket and not walking far, the group arrived at a tomb gate.

"That little girl crossed paths with us last year," Han Xiao Ying said with a smile, "I didn't expect to see her again here on Zhongnan Mountain."

Lin Shinv lifted the wooden spoon, scooped half a spoonful of honey, and carefully brought it to Xiao Long'er's mouth.

Just as Li Mochou was recalling the taste of roasted rabbit meat, the master's voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.

Speaking, she placed the flower wreath back on the disciple's head.

"Hum~"

Thinking to herself, "Things are already this chaotic, and this little girl is already showing this attitude—what will happen later?"

The cultivation of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra demands a pure and desireless heart, with the opposing principles of "Twelve Less" and "Twelve More"; at this rate, the inheritance of the Ancient Tomb Sect is destined to be beyond her reach.

After spotting the old turtle following behind, Li Mochou's eyes flashed, and she craned her neck to stare continuously.

"Mochou~"

She then jogged to retrieve the sword and began to unleash the Introductory Sword Technique of the Ancient Tomb Sect, the sword wind whistling through the flower thicket.

"Oh~" Li Mochou replied, sprinted away, and when she returned, a clay jar was already in her arms.

"From now on she's your junior sister," Lin Shinv whispered, "Mochou, you must be affectionate with your junior sister and not bully her."

"Master~ Mochou knows her mistake~" Li Mochou whispered.

"Brother Niu, is that shaggy girl really that pretty?" Huang muttered suddenly, her little mouth pursed as if it could hang an oil bottle.

After a few wild rounds of play, she was exhausted, her face flushed, sweat beads gathering on her nose tip and forehead, glinting faintly in the sun like morning dew in summer.

Li Mochou's small face broke into a smile; she had just been thinking of the big brother, and didn't expect this moment to appear, feeling extremely delighted.

After thinking, he said to Han Xiao Ying, "Sister Xiao Ying, take Rong'er and sister Mochou out to play; I have some matters to discuss with Lin Shinv."

After twirling prettily a few times, not knowing what she thought of, her little face suddenly fell, and she muttered, "I don't know when Master will finally take me out~"

Within one hour,

Niu Dingtian, seeing that this person's cultivation was just like this, didn't mind; looking at the flower‑wreath girl Li Mochou, he said with a smile, "Little sister, do you still remember me? And this lady as well?"

Overjoyed, she was about to stretch her neck and shout loudly, but then remembered the master was still nearby, so she quickly tucked her neck back.

She hadn't expected that her recent play had become wilder; today she not only lost the sword but also didn't notice she had been standing here for half a day.

"Baby supplies?" Sun's eyes lit up, thinking perhaps they were about to add a new member.

Since the miss said nothing, Sun didn't press further; knowing the miss disliked speaking, she ate a few bites hastily, then took some silver and hurried out of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

Lin Shinv's face darkened; just as she was about to rebuke, her eyes suddenly hardened, and she turned her head toward the distance.

Thinking of that, she instructed Sun, "Go to the small town later, buy some baby supplies, and… also buy some rice, noodles, and fresh vegetables."

In one night, not only the master was gone, but also the lover; only those who have tasted abandonment know that feeling. Perhaps Hong Qi's killing of the fickle was justified.

"Ying~ Ying~"

"This..."

Lin Shinv hesitated briefly, then handed over the swaddling cloth.

At that moment, Xiao Long'er suddenly wailed, and Lin Shinv, seeing this, remained calm, gently rocking the swaddling cloth.

The two women exchanged greetings in turn; Lin Shinv gave a slight nod, glanced at the disciple and said blandly, "Inferior disciple Li Mochou."

At this moment, Li Mochou also saw the newcomer's face clearly; it was the young brother who had invited her for rabbit meat last year.

"Her name has already been decided: she's called Xiao Longnu, nicknamed Long'er; the dragon‑shaped jade pendant on her body was present when she was found, likely related to her origins."

But she has always turned a blind eye to things.

Perhaps Mochou truly isn't suited for the Ancient Tomb Sect. Lin Shinv sighed softly in her heart; at this moment, she became even more determined to cultivate the junior disciple.

If Xiao Long'er truly sensed the aura of the spiritual spring water, after all I'm a man who has bathed with that stuff, such a reaction wouldn't be surprising.

As for Daozhang Yin, after a few years find another chance and help him eliminate the root of his troubles.

But the little brat twisted his mouth and fled, his cries still unending.

As for Divine Eagle Hero Yang Guo, he's my own nephew Sun, and this is my adopted younger sister; you two are not suitable!

Lin Shinv reached out carefully, took it, and looking at Xiao Long'er's clear eyes, a rare smile appeared on her face.

Lin Shinv remained silent; how could she not know this girl's daily urge to rush out, merely wanting to sneak in some play before her teaching.

In her panic, she quickly lowered her head, clutching her hem and whispered, "Master... Master..."

Li Mochou practiced the Introductory Sword Technique and the Beauty Fist Technique twice each, and also actively practiced the Three‑No Three‑Not‑Hand and Heaven‑and‑Earth Net Stance twice.

"Can Sun make barbecue tonight? Mochou hasn't had barbecue in a long time~"

She then compared carefully, and the final result was that aside from the flower wreath on the other's head, there was nowhere that could match her.

To retrieve her lover she defied the master's orders, and was ultimately expelled from the sect. Yet upon arriving at Lu Family Manor she discovered her lover had already shifted affection, climbed the Southern Emperor's high branch and married He Yuanjun.

So that was Li Mochou?

Niu Dingtian looked at the little girl beside Lin Shinv and suddenly became a bit absent‑minded.

Perhaps, before long, this smiling junior disciple will no longer be seen.

Outside the tomb, Li Mochou saw the hills awash with pink and crimson blossoms, bees and butterflies dancing; after dropping her sword and lifting her skirt, she giggled and ran through the sea of flowers.

He originally wanted to claim it was internal energy, but Lin Shinv is no ordinary master; whether she has internal energy can be known at a glance, and being below the Pre‑Heaven realm, she might not be able to sense the energy of the spiritual spring water.

Now that's just great—she went out to practice swordplay, got carried away, and didn't expect the master to catch her red‑handed.

Lin Shinv fell silent after hearing that, sighed inwardly, noting the disciple had become more lively than last year, and now even the Ancient Tomb Sect no longer held her interest.

"What a huge turtle!"

Actually she was reluctant to entertain outsiders, but after thinking she still invited them in.

"Gigg gig~"

Seeing the master no longer angry, Li Mochou happily sheathed her sword and, clinging to his side without a care, asked, "Master~ when will you take Mochou out~"

As for the Jade Maiden Pure Heart Sword Technique, it is a profound skill taught only after confirming the Ancient Tomb Sect's legacy; now it seems this little girl is drifting farther away from it.

Compared to when they met in the ruined temple last year, the little girl's complexion is now fairer and smoother, and she is no longer as shy as before; just now she seemed to want to greet me.

She glanced around furtively a few more times, as if she had even forgotten where she threw her treasure sword. Now her head drooped even lower, and the floral wreath on her head fell to the ground.

After a brief rest, she began picking wild flowers, one on the left, one on the right; in no time, she wove the flowers in her hand into a garland and happily placed it on her head.

Not long after,

Then, a few figures slowly emerged from the mountain path ahead—none other than Niu Dingtian holding little Long'er, along with Miss Huang and Han Xiao Ying.

If not explained, keeping that thing inside would be a waste; thus, in Lin Shinv's astonished gaze, he continued speaking:

"Once little Long'er grows a bit and masters the internal cultivation method, Lin Shinv only needs to have her continuously circulate her energy to refine it; as for the future strength of her internal energy,"

"It will certainly not be inferior to Lin Shinv's!" (End of chapter)