The Doubts of Poetic Tone

Li Shiyin beat up Li Shiwen. After that, Li Shiyin felt refreshed and in good spirits. She took out a bottle of high-quality healing elixir from her Universe Bag and threw it to Li Shiwen, laughing loudly, "Take it, take it!"

Then, with a smile like she was dealing with a villain, she clapped her hands and turned away, leaving quite a "after getting things done, hiding one's merit and fame" feeling.

Li Shiwen, an honorable man, now looked like a little daughter-in-law who got taken advantage of. He hugged himself pitifully and tightened his torn clothes to prevent exposing himself. He looked around sheepishly until Li Shiyin disappeared into the distance, only then did he regain his composure.

My younger sister doesn't know how to treat people gently. She only thinks of how to step on my head and be the older sister. Only my wife knows how to treat me well.

Seeing Li Shiwen beaten like that, Yu Chi Zhen in the pavilion felt heartache. She jogged over, put her coat over him, and carefully helped Li Shiwen up and slowly walked back into the pavilion.

Yu Chi Zhen had a normal girl’s figure. If you looked at her alone, she would actually look rather tall. Converting her height simply, she was about 1.6 meters tall.

But when she stood in front of Li Shiwen, she looked petite.

Because Li Shiwen was over 1.9 meters tall and weighed about 190 pounds. And because his body was all muscle, his actual weight was closer to 200 pounds.

With his physique, how could Yu Chi Zhen support him?

He was just pretending.

Rather than Yu Chi Zhen supporting him, it was more like Li Shiwen hugging Yu Chi Zhen; rather than Yu Chi Zhen putting the sable coat on him, it was more like Li Shiwen wrapping Yu Chi Zhen in his arms with the coat.

When they reached the pavilion, Li Shiwen had Yu Chi Zhen affectionately feed him the healing elixir; he also boldly bared his chest for Yu Chi Zhen to apply medicine...

They were beaten by Li Shiyin for showing affection, but after getting hit, the affection between them became even more nauseating.

All this was seen clearly by Li Shiyin in the distance. She clenched her fist, wanting to go back and hit Li Shiwen again.

But as she thought about it, a feeling of frustration suddenly arose. Seeing Li Shiwen's experienced romantic style, she couldn't help but think of her master. If her master had one tenth of Li Shiwen's skills... No, if her master used one ten thousandth of his resourcefulness and cunning on her, she wouldn't feel disgusted by the scene in the pavilion now.

"Alas!" She sighed.

Then she turned her thoughts back. If her master was not so simple and lovely in love, she wouldn't like him either; but with her master's craftiness, if he really turned his attention to women, she probably wouldn't have a chance anymore.

Although she had to think this way, after thinking it, she finally felt a little better.

She couldn't happily play with Li Shiwen anymore. Li Shiyin wandered around the house and eventually found her mother. She discovered her mother was in the room reading, so she pushed the door open and went in.

Outside was freezing cold with ice and snow, but inside was as warm as spring. Her mother had lit incense and made tea. She leaned back in her chair reading, looking peaceful and content.

Hearing her come in, her mother looked up and asked, "No going out to make trouble today?"

"Mother~" She gently closed the door and trotted happily to her mother's side, saying coquettishly, "How can you say that about your daughter? I'm a girl!"

Looking like this, where was the domineering big devil who had just beat up Li Shiwen? There was no trace of the rumored sword immortal either.

Yang Yanqi poked her forehead with her index finger and scolded, "You're the most mischievous. What girl. You don't have any trace of a girl."

"Hmm..." Li Shiyin rested her head on Yang Yanqi's lap like a puppy.

But in her mind, she wondered if it was because she didn't have any girlishness that her master didn't take the initiative to make a move on her.

But what was a girlish girl like?

Muddled thoughts in her mind, she remembered when she was little, when Li Shiwen took her to the musical troupe. Were those beautiful older sisters in the musical troupe examples of girlish girls?

Yang Yanqi's personal servant girl poured a cup of hot tea for Li Shiyin and put some dried fruits and nuts beside her. She casually picked up a jujube and held it in her mouth. Tilting her head, she looked curiously at the book in Yang Yanqi's hand and asked, "Mother, what book are you reading?"

"Just randomly reading to pass the time," Yang Yanqi replied.

Li Shiyin pulled Yang Yanqi's hand down to prop up her head and see what was written in Yang Yanqi's book. She saw words like "soldiers", "terrain", "camping", and so on, so she knew it was about military strategy.

She lay back down and lazily asked, "What are you reading military books for?"

Yang Yanqi lightly patted her head with the book and asked her, "What does your family do?"

"Hmm..." Li Shiyin thought for a bit, "Fighting wars!"

"In a general's home, what can one read if not military books?" said Yang Yanqi.

"That makes sense..." Li Shiyin nodded.

She lay on Yang Yanqi's lap like a child, eating snacks and drinking tea. It disturbed Yang Yanqi's peace so much that she couldn't continue reading either.

Yang Yanqi shook her legs, shaking Li Shiyin's head, and scolded, "You're so old already. Still like a child."

"Hehe..." Li Shiyin chuckled foolishly, "I'll always be a child in front of my mother!"

Yang Yanqi really had no way to deal with this shameless girl. She put the book on Li Shiyin's head and paused before asking, "When are you going back to the mountain?"

"After New Year!" said Li Shiyin.

"Doesn't the Dao Sword Sect have any rules for descending the mountain? Can disciples just come and go as they wish?" asked Yang Yanqi.

"Yup!" Li Shiyin nodded, "I don't have to go back. I can stay home every day too. But Master said that wouldn't be good."

Master...

Yang Yanqi caught this term. She then asked, "How are things between you and your master? You're already in your twenties, almost an old spinster."

"Oh my!" Li Shiyin felt shy yet annoyed. She finally sat up and moved away from Yang Yanqi's lap. Mumbling, she said, "Don't interfere too much in the affairs of cultivators."

Yang Yanqi knew her daughter so well that with one look she could see this was probably a case of the flower intentionally flows while the water is heartless. She tentatively asked, "Could it be your master looks down on a little girl like you?"

"No!" Li Shiyin denied categorically, "Someone as cute as me, my master would be lucky to like me!"

"Then what's the situation between you two?" Yang Yanqi wondered, "Don't you cultivators and immortals also consider the teacher-disciple propriety?"

"Bullshit teacher-disciple propriety. Those cultivators can live for hundreds or thousands of years. How would they care about something like that?" Li Shiyin scoffed, "Besides, my master is only nine years older than me and looks even younger than Li Shiwen. My brother on the other hand... My master..."

"Nine years older, twenty-eight or twenty-nine, nearing thirty already. Not young either," said Yang Yanqi.

Holding a cup of tea in her hand, Li Shiyin listlessly said, "I don't know why... My master doesn't actually reject me. When I get intimate with him, he doesn't refuse either. I know my master also likes me and cares about me. But he also doesn't take initiative..."

"Doesn't reject, also doesn't take initiative. I don't know what my master is thinking."