Author: Cricket Old Pot

"There's no need to Zhang Luo."

"It's not urgent, I have my own plan."

Qin Cang shook his head and refused.

Just kidding, you still have to do it yourself to find a wife.

As a time traveler, getting married to a girl I have never met is somewhat unacceptable.

Of course, if this girl is beautiful, beautiful and lovely, that is not unacceptable.

"Hey, Master, do you have a girl you like?"

Seeing Qin Cang shaking his head in rejection, Uncle Shou couldn't help but be curious and asked with a grin.

Just as Qin Cang was about to explain, a soft and soft voice sounded.

"Sir, you are back!"

At some point, a pretty girl in a light green dress stood beside the arch on the right side of the courtyard.

Her face is beautiful, her skin is as white as cream, her eyebrows are beautiful, her lips are red, and her teeth are white. She is charming and delicate, yet she has a quiet and gentle temperament.

"Yes, I just came back."

Looking at the gentle girl coming towards him, Qin Cang had a smile on his face.

This girl is Qin Cang's maid, named Xiangling.

Four years ago, when Qin Cang was settling accounts in Zuiyunju, an unkempt and weak girl came into the shop begging for food.

Seeing her pity, Qin Cang took in the little girl named Xiang'er.

At first, Qin Cang thought she was just an ordinary little girl who had to flee from an unexpected incident at home.

But I didn't expect to find a treasure.

After the little girl washed herself and changed into clean clothes, although her face looked pale, it was not difficult to see from her brows that this little girl was a perfect beauty.

Moreover, this little girl is very smart and learns things very quickly.

After following Qin Cang for a period of time, he was able to read simple Chinese characters and digits, and also learned Qin Cang's Arabic numeral accounting method.

So Qin Cang began to train the little girl and named her Xiangling.

"Sir, when you come back this time, prepare to stay at home for a few days."

Xiang Ling's voice was soft, and her clear and bright eyes revealed some hope.

It was not difficult to hear in her voice that she hoped Qin Cang would stay at home for a few more days.

"I won't go back to Huashan. I will stay at home from now on, take good care of Zuiyunju, earn some money, marry a wife and have children, and live a stable life."

A smile appeared at the corner of Qin Cang's mouth. He raised his hand and held a strand of black hair on Xiang Ling's temples in his hand, squeezing it gently.

Xiangling was slightly startled when she heard this, and then lowered her head shyly.

Immediately afterwards, her jade-white cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her crystal earlobes were quickly stained with a layer of blush.

Obviously, she heard the implication of Qin Cang's words.

Seeing this scene, Shou Bo smiled and shook his head, and led the horse towards the courtyard very wisely.

"Don't be shy, I'm a little hungry, go to the kitchen and help me get something to eat."

"Let me see if your cooking skills have improved during this time."

After Shou Bo left, Qin Cang let go of Xiang Ling's hair and said with a smile.

"Um."

Xiangling blushed, uttered a faint murmur, and quickly disappeared from Qin Cang's sight.

After coming to this world for several years, the only place where Qin Cang has not gotten used to it is eating.

Of course, this refers to the food of Huashan School.

Xiangling is also very talented in cooking, and under Qin Cang's guidance, she has reached a level that Qin Cang is quite satisfied with.

After having enough wine and food.

Qin Cang was lying on the lounge chair in the courtyard with a comfortable look on his face.

Bathed in the warm spring sun and blown by the gentle spring breeze.

"Huh... lying flat is so comfortable!"

Qin Cang narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a handkerchief and put it in front of his forehead to block the slightly dazzling sunlight, and let out a sigh of relief.

Don't feel too good about being a flat fish without dreams.

At this moment, Qin Cang was relaxed and extremely comfortable.

After coming to this world for several years, it seems that I have never felt so comfortable.

When I first crossed over, I had to worry about making a living.

After Zuiyunju got better and had no worries about his livelihood, he entered the Huashan Sect and began to worry about cultivation again.

During the three years in the Huashan Sect, I was either practicing or on the way to practice, thinking about breaking through to the eighth level as soon as possible, thinking...

But in the end, due to poor foundation and lack of cultivation qualifications, he failed to break through to the eighth level in three years, so he had to voluntarily leave the Huashan Sect.

"The end of the world is just a dream!"

"Now that I've woken up from my dream, it's time to enjoy life."

Qin Cang gently rocked the recliner and stretched out comfortably.

On the way back, he had already thought about his future plans.

Run Zuiyunju well, make it bigger and stronger, and accumulate money.

If you can't become a martial arts master, just be a rich man with a worry-free life.

Although he has left the Huashan Sect, the favor of the Huashan Sect still remains.

A group of fellow disciples would come down to Zuiyunju for a drink from time to time, including senior brother Linghu Chong. Qin Cang maintained a pretty good relationship with them.

Although the Huashan Sect is not a first-rate sect in this world, it is still very famous within a radius of several hundred miles.

With the Huashan Sect as his backer, Qin Cang could gradually relax his business in Zuiyunju.

You no longer need to be as timid as you were at the beginning, fearing that people would take notice of you if your business is good.

As for the cultivation of internal strength.

Then just let it happen.

After practicing slowly for a few years, you can always break through and become an eighth-level warrior.

After all, the talent is there. If you practice hard until death, you can become a sixth-grade warrior at most.

Instead of wasting your time by practicing hard, it is better to enjoy life.

…

As dusk deepens, the moon rises above the branches.

Qin Cang closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting cross-legged on the head of the bed, his chest rising and falling with a specific rhythm.

He was practicing internal skills at this time, and he was practicing the basic internal skills and mental methods of the Huashan Sect.

Even though I'm already lying flat, I still have to practice when I need to practice.

In this world where force is respected, it is always better to have some internal strength.

"call……"

Qin Cang opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of thick air.

After adjusting the breath for two hours, a very subtle internal force was generated in the body.

He has long been accustomed to this.

I can't help it, my talent is too stretched.

The main reason is that he started practicing martial arts too late and missed the age when he could lay a solid foundation for training.

Normally, a person with a little bit of cultivation talent can easily break through to the eighth level within three years of cultivation.

And for a person like him who has no talent for cultivation, he can achieve half the result with twice the effort. Even if he puts in many times the effort than others, he may not be able to catch up.

"Sir, the ginseng soup is ready and I'll bring it to you."

Outside the room, a soft voice sounded.

"Okay, come in."

After finishing her words, Xiangling opened the door and walked in.

She was holding a tray in her hand, with a steaming white porcelain pot on it.
To be continued...