Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Yin Fusheng, a place traditionally frequented by highly energetic individuals, is a quiet residential area where time seems to be gently enchanted, flowing exceptionally long and tranquilly...

It was often on such warm, sunny afternoons that Baima would finish discussing the profound meaning of "medicine and poison are inseparable" with the gentle Zhiyun and the playful Zhisheng—a topic that would always be of greatest interest to a doctor.

Afterwards, Pema would sit quietly on the porch, the prayer wheel in her hands turning at a steady pace, chanting mantras of blessing.

Yet her gaze, like the clearest and warmest sunlight on the plateau, always gently enveloped that aloof and solitary figure in the courtyard—her minor official.

That's right, the little official's brother's own house is almost covered in dust. His cozy nest has become just a place to stay at night, and the Qilin statue at the door is lit up less and less often.

Even though Zhang Qiling has walked the earth for a century, his brows bearing the silence and frost of a snow-capped mountain, in his mother's eyes, he will always be that child who needs to be silently loved.

( ′??)?(._.`) Pat pat~

As a descendant of the King of Hell's bloodline, Baima's beauty remains untouched by time, still possessing the ethereal elegance of a snow lotus.

Whenever Zhang Qiling finished a long period of standing meditation or practice, she would always call him over in soft Tibetan and hand him a bowl of perfectly warm sweet tea to his slightly cool hands.

His movements were fluid and natural, as if he were just a young man returning home from a snowy wilderness, needing a bowl of hot tea to dispel the chill.

This mysterious and enigmatic "Northern Mute," as he appeared to outsiders, would only show a subtle twitch in his icy eyes under his mother's accommodating gaze, revealing a hint of clumsy, uniquely "minor official" gentleness—a gentleness that belonged only to him.

This subtle change, like the first ray of sunshine after a snowfall, is so precious that it warms one's heart.

At this moment, Zhang Qiling's inner voice was happily scattering flower petals: "I love sweets~"

Of course, this tranquil warmth was often broken by that blind guy wearing sunglasses and laughing unrestrainedly.

In Hidden Life, Blackie no longer sports his unchanging leather jacket attire; his wardrobe carries the rigorous academic atmosphere of Germany, as reflected in the saying, "The most unforgettable three years in Germany will be the most unforgettable seven years of your five years."

Fortunately, due to his unique physical condition, the blind man didn't go bald and retained his thick head of black hair.

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Since discovering that he was quite bad at traditional Chinese medicine and music theory at home...

Despite being far from home, he managed to cultivate a spirit of "striving for excellence even when far from home" among xenophobic foreigners, and through sheer chaos and hard work, he managed to create a highly valuable "double degree"!

The choice between anatomy and music has a certain connection. While Wei Wuxian was away from home, the kindergarten principal, Black Glasses, figured out why Zhisheng's initial enthusiasm for him had stirred up his rebellious spirit. He wanted to know the reason for his popularity.

As for music theory, let's just treat it as the young prince's pastime.

o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓ I slapped the table and laughed wildly!

Blind: What's wrong? There's a music editing ensemble at home, and I'm just standing there blind, letting them isolate me? ↗

Now, with his wire-rimmed glasses and little shirt, he looks every bit the refined scoundrel.

He brazenly spouted the nonsense, "Your mother is also my mother," and insisted on stirring up trouble between the mother and son!

Junior official: What a lively and chaotic scene!

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Enraged, Zhang Qiling opened his long-forgotten wardrobe, discarding his hoodie and starting to experiment with new outfits, secretly observing Bai Ma's reaction while putting on a smug, "well-behaved and sensible" cold-faced look that was both cute and aggrieved.

Baima eagerly anticipates her eldest son's ever-changing style of dress, even secretly instigating the rivalry between the children for her own amusement.

☆～(ゝ.?

Thus, the familiar drama of "love-hate relationship" between the blind man in the south and the mute man in the north was staged day after day, becoming the most vivid and lively scene in this courtyard.

On the other side, under the eaves of the side room, Jie Yun was gently rocking the babbling child in her arms.

She hummed a lullaby from Jiangnan in the soft, gentle Wu dialect, her voice as tender and flowing as spring water. Occasionally, she would look up and her gaze would meet Baima's, and they would exchange a knowing smile.

The two mothers spoke in hushed tones, with Jieyun asking the experienced Baima for advice on how to soothe a baby crying at night.

Pema listened patiently to Jieyun's sweet worries—such as eating an extra bite of rice cereal today, or getting her newly made little clothes dirty again.

One came from the snowy plateau, the other grew up in the water towns of Jiangnan, yet they found resonance and shared a deep connection in this courtyard because of their shared profound maternal love.

What they all share, though their paths differ, is their unwavering devotion to their children.

A child has borne a century of loneliness, yet his figure stands tall and straight like a pine tree.

An infant, their life like a newly blossoming flower. But in their mother's eyes, they are all precious babies who need endless love and careful protection.

This sentiment transcends the chasm of time; it is equally profound and equally unreserved.

But Wei Wuxian, who brought this life-giving core, displayed a composure unlike anything he'd ever shown before. He leaned against the bamboo railing, a gentle smile playing on his lips, watching the commotion before him.

It was he who brought Jieyun and her son to this place; his seemingly casual words, "Settle down here," concealed a deep sense of responsibility.

"Don't just stare at me," Wei Wuxian chuckled as he noticed the gaze directed at him, his charming personality still radiating as much flirtatiousness as ever.

Yet, a reliable tranquility settled within her. "I've come to see my future little apprentice and, while I'm at it, to visit Grandma Pema, isn't that right?"

Oh, and there's also Zhang Qiling's face language activation for stealing the base.

→_→ I don't believe you for a second.

As for the weighty topic of passing on the mantle, which everyone in the Ghost Spirit Sect is eagerly anticipating, the world's best master insists on waiting until Xiao Hua is older before discussing it. After all, they need to ask Xiao Jieyu Chen's personal wishes.

Having once lived as a dependent, Xianzai'er understood the pain of separation between mother and child. Now that she had the means, she wanted to provide this little, unfortunate child with a carefree childhood.

o?(*′?`*)?ha~hu~

As soon as Wei Wuxian finished speaking, a group of charming beauties, who had heard the news, surrounded him with smiles. They were all Wei Wuxian's close friends, and by seniority, they would all be the little flower's aunts and uncles in the future.

At this moment, Xiao Jieyu was wrapped in an extremely exquisite "Hundred Blessings Quilt," which Jie Yun knew was sewn by Baima and several beautiful women skilled in needlework.

The quilt cover was made of the softest Jiangnan brocade, embroidered with various "福" (fortune) characters in colorful silk threads.

There are Tibetan prayer symbols and Chinese characters depicting a hundred blessings; every stitch embodies wishes for his peace and happiness.

On the little guy's other, bare, fair wrist, he wore a heavy "hundred-life lock".

Made of pure gold in the traditionally extravagant style of the Ghost Spirit Sect, the lock is engraved with the four ancient seal characters "Long Life and a Hundred Years" and surrounded by auspicious cloud and lotus patterns.

Three small bells hung below, making a clear and melodious sound with his movements.

The lock was designed by Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian's future adoptive master. Black Glasses and Zhang Qiling secretly chipped in; one had his eye on the bell, and the other secretly added a drop of Qilin blood.

Crafted with great care and skill by Xu Zhu, a master craftsman, this item is said to ward off evil spirits and protect the wearer, making it perfect for delicate and frail little ones!

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