At this time, a guard came in with two letters, “Madam, the young master has sent you letters.”
“Letters from my son?” She appeared not believing it at all, “From my son or from Xinghe?”
“Young Master Yin and Childe Rong.”
She raised her head in surprise, “You mean Ye’er and Rong Yi wrote to me?”
It was really an amazing story.
She quickly took the letter over and recognized at the first glance that the words on the thinner envelope were her son’s writing. She smiled, “It’s him. This is the first time my son wrote me a letter.”
Old lady Yin was extremely happy. She quickly opened the letter and started to read: ‘To my dear mother, I write this with great respect. In this life, I only recognize Rong Yi as my husband. If the elders create further obstacles for us, don’t blame me for not showing mercy.’
She was in a daze for a second.
Ever since her son started his journey of ghost cultivation, he had never treated anyone or anything so seriously. She felt both happy and jealous for her son. She was happy because finally her son knew how to protect someone, while she felt jealous was the one her son was trying to defend was not her. What made her wonder was why her son had a crush on a man so girlish and who liked crying.
Or, her son just took Rong Yi as a woman.
However, judging from the letters from Xinghe in recent months, Rong Yi also seemed to have changed a lot. He focused on cultivation, and also taught people to refine enchanted runes they had never seen before, and Rong Yi had diverted his interests from rouge and gouache to cultivation.
In fact, it was not a bad thing for the two to be together. At least, their children did not have to separate from their dads.
Old lady Yin took another letter and was very curious about what Rong Yi had written to her. But the cun-thick (one cun equals to about 3.33cm” envelope truly surprised her.
When she opened the letter, she first found it had the wrong format. She was not used to reading horizontally cause letters usually written in a vertical way. However, Rong Yi’s style of writing was funnier and more detailed than Xinghe. And he well-described Jiang Mu’s ignorance of human nature, Yin Tao’s loveliness and Yin Sensen’s smugness as a little big man, which made her keep laughing.
The servants cleaning in the hall looked at the old lady frequently and were very curious about what Rong Yi had written to her.
She read Rong Yi’s letter more than five times and laughed each time. The willingness to see her grandsons grew stronger after each reading and her impression of Rong Yi became much better.
At last, she put down the letter reluctantly, stuffed the one from Yin Jinye back into the envelope and handed it to the guard. “Show the letter to the elders,” Her tone was solemn.
If the elders persisted in their unruliness, they would bear the responsibility if anything happened to them.
Picking up Rong Yi’s letter, the old lady again resumed that happy face. She thought she could enjoy the letter for a month and was even looking forward to receiving more.
Rong Yi cultivated for consecutive six days before he rose to level four of Qi Practicing. Then, it should take him three to five months to advance to the next level. The future advancements would take longer. And, to reach Base Practicing would take at least another two years.
After six days, he finally recovered his four senses.
Rong Yi stood up excitedly and took a deep breath. It was so nice to hear the sound and feel the cold weather again. He had never felt the world was so wonderful as ever.
When he went outside, Yin Jinyeye was appreciating the snow. He pounced over happily, held the man’s shoulder and sat down, “Daddy, I haven’t heard your voice for several days. Say something. I nearly forget what your voice sounds like.”
Yin Jinye raised his eyebrows, “You have resumed your hearing?”
Rong Yi smirked, “Daddy, I really like your voice. It nearly got my ears pregnant.”
Yin Jinye, “…”
What kind of description is that?
Xinghe, who was standing at the door, said, “Would you feel the same way if he scolds you?”
“He should be noble and elegant even if he does that.”
Xinghe touched his chin. He had never seen his master talk dirty and wondered how it would look like.
At this time, kids giggling sounded from the yard next yard.
Rong Yi immediately shouted, “Jiang Mu, bring your two younger brothers here.”
Rong Yi’s voice was like a trigger, making Jiang Mu act like a bullet, carrying his two younger brothers to Rong’s courtyard in an instant.
“Daddy.” Yin Tao buried himself in Rong Yi’s arms.
Rong Yi pinched his frozen red face, “For the first time, I think your voice is so sweet and lovely. Call me more times.”
“Daddy, daddy, daddy…” Yin Tao was obedient.
Jiang Mu put all his treasures stolen from Nine Void Sect in front of Rong Yi, “To daddy.”
“Me?” Rong Yi took a look at the octagonal furnace, surprised. “How does this look so similar to the one in the chief’s hall?”
Yin Jinye said lightly, “These were indeed taken out from Nine Void Sect.”
Yan Qiushuang, who followed the children here, came in grinning, “The kids brought me a bunch of pearls and jewelries. Just with one glance, I knew their owner was Shao Yinrong. I didn’t want anything from her, but these are my grandsons’ goodwill, so I took them to Yueshi and let them melt them into other beautiful accessories for me.”
Rong Yi had long dreamed of the octagonal furnace, he thanked Jiang Mu with great joy.
Jiang Mu was also happy that he sent the right gift.
Rong Yi looked at all the ingredients roughly, then put them away, “Where are those evil beasts in the dungeon? Are they still here?”
He didn’t do what he had promised them right after he was released cause he couldn’t hear at that time.
Xinghe replied, “Yes. Let me call them in.”
Yan Qiushuang added, “They’re a bit anxious, but knowing that you can’t hear, they could only wait with some patience.”
Soon, a furry black mouse and a purple-black water snake crept in.
Rong Yi thanked them, “You and other evil monsters should take the credit. If it weren’t for you in finding helper and sending messages for me, I might still get imprisoned in the dungeon now. By the way, you said last time that you were going to Zhonggu Prefecture to look for a holy beast called Lord Shan Ze, right?”
The black rat nodded earnestly, “Yes, we are going to look for Lord Shan Ze.”
“Lord Shan Ze?” Yin Jinye squinted, “The holy beast who governed Zhonggu Prefecture?”
“Exactly.”
Yin Jinye said calmly, “He disappeared 600 years ago.”
The black rat and the water snake were at loss, “Is he really missing?”
“Hmm, but some people said he was dead.”
The black mouse refuted hurriedly, “Impossible. He’s a holy beast, with the blood of the mythical beast Bai Ze and Phoenix. He cannot be dead. No one can kill him.”