"Her name is Zhao Zhao."
Mrs. Li and her husband then realized that this man was the legendary god. They immediately kowtowed and burst into tears of gratitude.
The woman's face was shrouded in darkness, but her cold and beautiful appearance could still be seen. She asked them in a gentle tone if they would still be willing if their daughter's soul was incomplete.
Mrs. Li only wanted to have a child, so she nodded naturally. The woman then took out a small paper bag, and then a beam of light flowed into Mrs. Li's body.
Zhao Zhao was indeed different from other children. She was missing a soul and a spirit. Although she was not mentally retarded, she was still a little dumb and did not behave like normal people.
Zhao Zhao was woken up by the various calls. She opened her misty eyes and rubbed them hard.
A woman in brocade clothes and a headscarf broke into the room, pulled Zhaozhao out of bed, and hurriedly warmed her hands.
Seeing her like this, Mrs. Li no longer had the heart to blame her. She just put clothes on her with heartache, tears welling up in her eyes.
She and her husband are both branches of a family of immortal cultivators. Neither of them has immortal veins. They started from scratch by operating a restaurant. They are quite old and still cannot have children. This daughter was given to them by praying to the gods fourteen years ago.
"Child, why are you so disobedient? You don't sleep in the room with charcoal burning, but sneak into the side room. Are you freezing?" Madam Li was angry and anxious. She quickly ordered the servants to light the floor heating in this room as well.
"It's okay, mother." Zhao Zhao said while yawning. She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and her voice was soft and childish.
"Ah Zhao! Ah Zhao!"
That day, she and her husband knelt in front of the ancestral hall, praying to God with tears. Suddenly, they heard a gust of wind, and a tall woman in green appeared in front of them, and a person in red stood behind her.
Therefore, she wanted Zhao Zhao to join the Wuhui Sect. However, Wuhui Sect was even more difficult to enter, and Zhao Zhao's level of cultivation meant there was no hope at all.
She could only ask some immortal cultivators to accept Zhao Zhao as their apprentice, but after several years, no one was willing to do so.
Although he miraculously possessed immortal veins, he could not even refine Qi, and could not learn any immortal techniques.
But she was born cute, with almond eyes, fair skin, a jade-like nose, a small mouth like a rosy berry, and dimples when she smiled. Mrs. Li loved her even more, even to the point of doting on her. She would grant her every request, but seldom allowed her to go out.
"Are you still sleepy? Mother, please ask someone to carry you back to your room to sleep?" Mrs. Li said softly.
"The master that mother and father invited for you has arrived today. He is a disciple of the Wuhui Sect. Although he is young, his cultivation is very high. You must learn from him well." Madam Li said patiently.
Zhaozhao never disobeyed his parents' words, so he agreed with a smile.
Mrs. Li nodded with satisfaction. Zhao Zhao was obedient, which made her very lovable. She actually knew that Zhao Zhao's talent was difficult to cultivate, but she and her husband were old, and sooner or later they would pass away. When that time came, the child would be left alone and helpless, and life would be very difficult.
But now that someone finally came to take over the job, she felt relieved.
"Madam, the master wants you to go to the restaurant. A customer is making a scene." A maid ran over from the other end of the porch and said anxiously.
Upon hearing this, Madam Li cursed inwardly, then told the maid to take Zhao Zhao back to her room, and she left in a hurry.
Zhao Zhao watched Madam Li leave and followed the maid in a daze. In fact, she didn't like the food cooked by the chef in the mansion very much. She liked the food outside better. Every time the peddler selling sesame cakes passed by with his load on his shoulder, the smell was very tempting.
But she still went back to her room obediently to eat. However, when she was walking up a step, she didn't have time to lift her hind legs, and she suddenly tripped and flew out.
She thought dejectedly that this was the eighth time she had fallen in these days.
However, this time there was a slight exception. She did not fall to the ground, but fell headfirst into the arms of a man. The man's arms were thin but very strong. He grabbed her wrist and lifted her up lightly.
"Thank you, thank you." Zhao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and tried to pull his wrists away, but the hands were still holding them, motionless.
Zhao Zhao blinked, looked up in confusion, and almost screamed out.
It was really the appearance of the woman in front of her that gave her such a huge shock.
The woman's black hair was cascading down. Although part of it was tied up, the rest was still like a waterfall, as black as ink stone. What was special was that a strand of silver hair hung down from her temples, swaying softly on her chest.
She was as white as ice and snow, with narrow eyes, and looked a little cold, but once she opened her mouth, her thin lips curled up slightly, and her voice seemed to come from the sky, gentle and ethereal.
"Zhao Zhao?" she said, her tone a little strange, as if she was suppressing something and trembling slightly.
Zhao Zhao was a little scared. She hugged her wrist tightly and whispered, "You are..."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I am from Wuhui Sect, and I was invited by your mother."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao immediately took two steps back, saluted, and politely called out, "Greetings, Master."
The woman frowned, shook her head slightly, and said seriously: "I am not your master, I am just teaching you how to practice, you can just call me Bei Sang."
Zhao Zhao looked a little confused, but still nodded obediently.
Bei Sang seemed to have a thousand words to say. Her light-colored eyes trembled for a while, but she finally stopped talking. She responded lightly, leaned over and whispered, "Have breakfast. I'll come again tomorrow."
Before Zhao Zhao could reply, the corner of Bei Sang's snow-white clothes disappeared behind the door frame. Zhao Zhao turned around abruptly, but could no longer find her.
“Why can’t you let me call you Master…” she whispered, but her attention was soon drawn to her growling belly and she skipped towards the table.
The woman was very beautiful, but strangely, the aura from her body made her feel warm, yet as if she was high above her, and she dared not approach.
However, Zhao Zhao didn't like to think too much and couldn't figure it out, so she quickly put this idea behind her.
Bei Sang kept her word and stood in front of Zhao Zhao's door early the next morning. She did not speak and was not in a hurry. She dismissed the servants and stood quietly in the cold winter wind.
The strand of silver hair did not make her look weird, but instead added a sense of detachment from the world.
The door opened, and Zhao Zhao, who was sleepy, went out in a fitted shirt. When she saw Bei Sang's face clearly, she was startled and the last bit of sleepiness disappeared without a trace.
“Master, Master…” she said stutteringly.
"Don't call me Master." Bei Sang said helplessly, pretending to be dissatisfied.
Zhao Zhao agreed timidly. She tangled her clothes with her hands, feeling very nervous and distant.
Bei Sang felt a little pain in his heart when he saw her like this, then he took off his snow-white fur cape and draped it over Zhao Zhao's shoulders, saying softly, "It's cold outside, let's talk inside. Why is it so cold inside in this cold winter?"
Zhao Zhao was suddenly wrapped up in the cloak. She walked into the house in a daze, carefully touching the soft fur, and whispered, "I like cold places, so I asked someone to kill the earth dragon."
Bei Sang likes cold places. He lowered his eyes to hide the joy in them.
Zhaozhao was very shy, and she knew that she was born stupid and could not learn anything. Anyone who taught her would be disappointed. Thinking of this, she became even more afraid and did not dare to look Beisang in the eye, let alone speak.
Bei Sang stared at her for a while, then suddenly took out a paper bag from his sleeve. After opening it, a rich fragrance filled the room.
Zhao Zhao immediately opened his eyes wide, looked at the pancake in her hand, and involuntarily took a few steps closer.
Seeing this, Bei Sang's eyes were instantly filled with smiles. She blew on the pancake gently, placed it in Zhao Zhao's palm, and said softly, "Here, when I came in just now, I saw a peddler selling it at the door, so I bought one. Eat it while your mother is not here."
Zhao Zhao smiled immediately, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed into slits in surprise. She took the pancake and took a big bite.
"Thank you Beisang." She spoke indistinctly, but her smile was pure and unrestrained.
When Bei Sang saw her smile, he felt as if his eyes were filled with spring water, rippling with soft light. He couldn't help but reveal his deep affection and didn't want to leave Zhao Zhao for a moment.
How wonderful it was. She didn’t know how many years had passed, so long that she couldn’t bear to look back at those beautiful memories.
Sure enough, no matter how many changes there are, Zhao Zhao is still a simple girl who can be bribed with food.
After having Shaobing, Zhaozhao became obviously less reserved. Due to her incomplete soul, it was indeed difficult for her to practice, but Beisang didn't mind it at all. She wished she could teach her for a few more years, and keep teaching her if she couldn't learn it.
So that night, Zhao Zhao danced with joy and described to Madam Li how good her master was, how patient, gentle and cheerful she was, and how she was the best woman besides her mother.
Mrs. Li was happy but also a little surprised. When she invited the immortal, she was very worried because the immortal looked untainted by the mundane world, gentle but cold and distant, and did not seem like someone who could tolerate Zhao Zhao.
But now, after hearing what Zhao Zhao said, she could finally put her mind at ease.
Bei Sang comes every day, as if she doesn't need to practice. Zhao Zhao naturally doesn't understand what her level of cultivation is, but he just thinks she is very powerful. She studies formations and cultivates immortal veins every day, and she works very hard. Before she knows it, she has been studying for more than a month.
She was innocent to begin with, and soon lost her fear and became more lively in front of Bei Sang.
It was almost the end of the year, and snow was falling all day long in Wuzhong City, and the sky was covered with goose feathers. Beisang did not arrive as agreed, and Zhaozhao could not wait for her any longer, so he ran out of the house and wanted to wait at the door.
The snow piled up on his shoulders, and Bei Sang still hadn't come. Zhao Zhao became more and more anxious, and asked the maid beside him: "Sister, what time is it now?"
"Miss, it's already 9 o'clock and it's cold outside. Why don't we go back to the house first?" the maid beside her said cautiously.
Zhao Zhao's bright dark eyes seemed to dim a little. She shook her head and continued to stand at the door.
"Then, I'll go get you a hand warmer or a cloak. You stay here and don't run around." The maid was worried about her, so after giving her some instructions, she turned around and hurriedly left on the snow.
Zhao Zhao looked back. Perhaps because of the heavy snow, the courtyard was empty and no one was there. She rolled her eyes and suddenly mustered up the courage to push the door open.
The snow on the street had been cleared, but the stone road was still very slippery and it was shaky to walk on. She walked further and further along the street.
A person came from the other end of the long street, her snow-white dress trailing on the ground. When she saw Zhao Zhao, she was obviously startled, and then she flew into the air, like a butterfly fluttering in the snow, with her clothes swaying behind her.
Zhao Zhao became happy and ran quickly towards Bei Sang. Bei Sang landed in front of her and grabbed her arm tightly. His eyes, which usually showed no emotion, were filled with worry.
"Why did you come out by yourself? Where is your mother?" Bei Sang's voice was a little low and he seemed a little angry.
"Beisang!" Zhaozhao was happy when he saw her. He threw himself into her arms, stretched out his soft arms and hugged Beisang tightly.
The girl's warm breath melted the snow on Bei Sang's body, making her cloak a little damp. Bei Sang was startled, sighed, took off the cloak and covered the girl's back.
The moisture-covered cloak was already as dry as new before it touched the girl.
"I waited for you for a long time today, but you didn't show up, so I came out to look for you." Zhao Zhao smiled sweetly and raised his head.
"Sorry, something happened in the sect today, so I informed Madam Li in advance." Bei Sang said softly. She raised her hand for a long time before forcing herself to let it drop, not touching Zhao Zhao's face.
"I used to wait for you for a long time, and I know how hard it is. Now I am even more unwilling to let you wait for me." Bei Sang sighed softly and wrapped Zhao Zhao's cloak tightly.
Zhao Zhao didn't understand what she said.
"But now that we're out, do you want to go to the restaurant to have some cakes?" Bei Sang asked softly, his light-colored eyes looking even clearer against the backdrop of the snow.
When Zhao Zhao heard this, she was so happy that she almost jumped up. She grabbed Bei Sang's hand, shouted happily, and pulled Bei Sang to run on the deserted street.
Bei Sang informed Madam Li, and then took Zhao Zhao to find the largest restaurant and ordered a table full of the things she loved to eat in her previous life.
Zhao Zhao devoured the food like a whirlwind and ate with relish. Her cheeks were greasy, and Bei Sang couldn't help but reached out to wipe it off for her.
She hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "Zhao Zhao, are you willing to go back with me to Wuhui Sect to practice?"
Zhao Zhao stopped chewing, puffed up his cheeks, and looked at her in surprise.
Then he nodded repeatedly and said in surprise, "Can I really join the Wuhui Sect? But now, I still don't know anything."
Her eyes darkened: "Why would Wuhuimen want me?"
"With me here, they dare not leave you."
Bei Sang raised the corners of her lips. In fact, she had already discussed this matter with Madam Li, and Madam Li also agreed. She and her husband were not young anymore, and they would be buried one day. It was a great thing for Zhao Zhao to have the protection of Wuhui Sect.
After Zhaozhao finished eating, Beisang sent her back to the mansion. After she stayed with her parents for another three days, he flew on his sword to take her away.
It was Zhao Zhao’s first time flying in the sky. He was extremely excited, but at the same time very scared. He had to hold Bei Sang tightly before he dared to look down.
Looking down at the mountains, rivers and seas, my heart is filled with excitement.
"Beisang, I like you so much." Zhaozhao said suddenly. She clung to Beisang tightly like a twisted vine, never leaving his side for a moment, and said sweetly.
Upon hearing this, Bei Sang gently covered his heart with his slender five fingers, unable to hide the joy in his heart.
What made people even more nervous was the girl blurting out the words without any reservation.
They flew over the White Jade Gate and the White Jade Terrace and landed halfway up the mountain. On the path, a tall, graceful woman in green was standing on tiptoe, easily cutting a branch of winter plum blossoms from the top of a tree.
The woman turned around when she heard the sound of the wind, pushed aside her dark hair, and her black and white eyes moved around the two of them, revealing an unfathomable smile.
"Tonight." Bei Sang's face flushed slightly and his tone was reproachful.
"Forget it." Luo Jinxiao took the flower branch in his hand, smiled and shook his head, reached into the flower forest, and pulled someone out.
The two held hands. The woman in red was more beautiful than a red plum, and her red lips were more colorful than flower petals. She nodded to Bei Sang, and her eyes stayed on Zhao Zhao.
Zhao Zhao's heart skipped a beat. She felt that although the woman in front of her was beautiful, she looked scary, so she made a circle and hid behind Bei Sang.
Luo Jinxiao was happy. She leaned over and stuffed the red plum into Qu Weiyin's hand. She grinned and whispered, "Little Master, you scared me."
"Shut up." Qu Weiyin pushed Luo Jinxiao dissatisfiedly, tried her best to smile, and gently extended her hand to Zhao Zhao.
Zhao Zhao was about to cry, so she called Bei Sang softly and crawled under her clothes.
Bei Sang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She shook her head helplessly, slowly stroked Zhao Zhao's back, and said, "Don't be afraid. These two are your saviors."
"She is timid, I will take her back first." Beisang said goodbye to Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin, and left holding Zhaozhao's hand.
Zhao Zhao felt relieved when she could no longer see Qu Weiyin. She took Bei Sang's hand and walked slowly on the path of Wuhui Gate. The backs of the two, one tall and one short, gradually disappeared into the distance.
Qu Weiyin glanced at Luo Jinxiao, who couldn't hold back her laughter, snorted softly, turned around and left, her red dress set off by the red plum blossoms, looking very passionate.
Luo Jinxiao hurriedly followed, and she coughed a few times: "Even though I haven't been involved in worldly affairs for so long, my power is still as strong as before."
"If you say anything more, you will sleep with Qiongqi tonight." Qu Weiyin raised her eyebrows slightly.
Hearing this, Luo Jinxiao quickly hugged her arms with both hands and hung his whole body on Qu Weiyin, feeling very aggrieved: "No, we haven't slept in the same bed for a few days!"
The place where Bei Sang lived has always been the small wooden house, but now the flowers and forest have long been withered and the house is bare.
But she didn't feel lonely at all.
Zhao Zhao was very curious about everything he saw. He touched several antique ornaments, then sat on Bei Sang's bed and took off his cloak.
"Beisang, will I sleep here with you from now on?" she asked with a smile.
Bei Sang took the cloak and said hurriedly, "Of course not."
Zhao Zhao was not angry either. She opened her round eyes and looked at Bei Sang for a long time. Suddenly she stood up and put her face on her chest again.
She didn't know why, but when she saw Bei Sang now, she just wanted to touch her and feel the warmth from her palm.
"Beisang, you clearly taught me how to practice, but why don't you allow me to call you Master?" She was puzzled for a long time before asking in a soft voice.
Bei Sang didn't think about it. She said seriously: "If you are my disciple, it will be difficult for you to be anything else in the future."
“But the sister just now called another uncle-master…” Zhao Zhao was a little confused.
"This is different." Bei Sang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She lowered her head and rubbed Zhao Zhao's face, whispering, "I want to avoid anything that might cause Zhao Zhao to be wronged again."
"If you want to sleep here, go ahead." Bei Sang said softly. She pulled Zhao Zhao over and pressed her to sit on the bed.
Zhao Zhao nodded happily, turned over and lay down. She suddenly put her hand into Bei Sang's palm, and said generously with some shyness: "Bei Sang, I really like you."
She has always been stupid, so she says whatever she thinks.
Bei Sang looked at her for a while, her eyes full of tenderness and slightly wet. She touched Zhao Zhao's belly and hummed.
Although what Zhao Zhao said might not be what she expected.
But she still has a very long time, without any disturbance, to repay the love she owes as time passes.
Day and night, guarding her alone.
The author has something to say: The full text is over.
Luckily, I didn’t lose my temper until I was almost done with the last chapter. I started to wonder if I was really not that good at it, haha.
I may have to wait a little longer for the next book, I need to think about it carefully.
Pen refills, I hope you are happy.
Extra 2
Zhao Zhao shook her head, her round eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled, and said sweetly, "I'm hungry, mother."
"Breakfast is ready, let's go back to the house and eat." Mrs. Li said as she pulled Zhaozhao up and walked into the porch with her arm in arm.
After doing all this, the woman took the hand of the woman in red and floated away, leaving only one sentence.