At this time, outside the courtyard, several secret guards looked strange, but with smiles in their eyes, they looked at the head of the family and said, "Aunt Suxi is inside."
Lin Boheng, who was about to step in, was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misheard. He looked at the secret guard and asked, "What did you just say? Who is in there?"
"Aunt Suxi."
Hearing this, he opened his mouth and pointed inside: "Su, Su Xi?"
"yes."
Just as I was stunned, I heard a familiar voice: "Brother."
He looked towards the source of the voice and saw his sister walking out of the room in the yard, followed by Feng Sanyuan with his head lowered. He couldn't help but move his mouth and glared at Old Man Feng: "Feng Sanyuan! Come to the study!" After the shout, he turned around and left, but he was happy in his heart. These two people finally got together.
In fact, Sanyuan's approaching old age is not a dead end. If he is a cultivator, as long as he reaches the Nascent Soul stage, he can regenerate even if his arm is broken, because when the Nascent Soul is condensed, everything is like a new life. The cultivator who has entered the Nascent Soul stage can basically keep his appearance in the state he wants. As long as he continues to advance within a limited time, it is not impossible to always maintain the peak state. This is why the higher the cultivation level, the younger the person.
But he is a Xuan cultivator after all, not a Ling cultivator. Only when a Xuan cultivator reaches the Martial Emperor stage can his appearance become ten years younger, and when he reaches the Martial Honor stage his appearance will regress twenty years. In other words, he must cultivate to the strength of a Martial Honor before he can recover to around forty. However, he is only at the peak of the Martial Sect now. How can it be so easy for him to reach the Martial Honor level
Old Master Feng followed behind in shame, all the way to the study. After entering the study and closing the door, he looked at his sworn brother who was sitting in front of the desk. For a moment, he didn't know how to start, so he could only say: "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out like this."
"You haven't done anything wrong to me, you've done nothing wrong to Su Xi. Tell me, how do you want to deal with this matter?" He asked with a stern face and a low voice.
In fact, this scene is very strange and funny. Lin Boheng, who is sitting in front of the desk, looks middle-aged and full of imposing manner, while Old Man Feng, who is standing in front, has his shoulders hunched and his head lowered, like a child in front of an adult, standing there timidly and being scolded.
"I, I had wanted to wait until I became a Martial Lord before marrying Su Xi. At least by then, I would be able to stand in front of her with more confidence. However, I didn't expect that drinking a jar of wine would turn out like this." He said in a low voice, thinking that since things had already happened, there had to be a solution, so he lowered his head with a look of shame on his face.
"I'll listen to my elder brother on this matter. I'll do whatever he says."
Seeing him like this, Lin Boheng snorted heavily and lectured: "You are a cultivator, you should know that you can't care about the eyes of the world. What's more, we are cultivators, different from ordinary people. The higher the cultivation, the younger the appearance. You must know this. Take our Sanjiang City for example. The ancestor of the Hou family is hundreds of years old, but he still looks like a nobleman in his twenties. His descendants are older than him in appearance. Do his descendants have to hide in the ground in shame in front of him?"