Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

After the great battle, Lei Family Fortress had lost some of its former grimness and gunpowder atmosphere, and gained a rare tranquility and peace.

Although the large crater in the training ground was still there, and the bloodstains on the walls had not been completely wiped dry, for the Lei family disciples who had survived the ordeal, as long as that person was still alive, this was the safest place.

The morning sunlight shines into the courtyard of Tingyuxuan.

"Hey! Ha!"

Lei Wujie's energetic voice broke the morning's tranquility.

He was wearing a brand new red shirt and practicing boxing in the yard.

However, this set of boxing techniques looks a bit strange. Sometimes it resembles the Lei family's Wufang Fist, and other times it resembles the wild, chaotic fist of a street thug, with no discernible rules or methods.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! You idiot, Big Red Brother!"

Little Nuomi sat on a stone bench, holding a half-eaten candied hawthorn, pointing and gesturing like a little teacher, "Daddy said that move should be 'sealed and closed,' not that you have to wrap yourself up like a rice dumpling!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lei Wujie scratched his head, looking bewildered. "But that's exactly how my brother-in-law gestured yesterday..."

"That's Daddy chasing away mosquitoes!" Little Nuomi sighed in exasperation. "Big Brother Dahong is so stupid, he's not even as smart as Brother Wushuang!"

"Tch! That kid's just a quiet bum who only knows how to use flying swords!" Lei Wujie scoffed, unconvinced.

Not far away, Wushuang was sitting under an old locust tree, holding a sword box.

He closed his eyes, seemingly contemplating something, but the occasional furrowed brow revealed that his heart was not at peace.

The allure of that chopstick and the domineering force of that kick still weighed heavily on his heart like two mountains, leaving him both desperate and yearning.

"How can a sword be sharp if the mind is not at peace?"

A lazy voice came from the roof.

Su Changqing lay on the roof ridge, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, basking in the sun.

"Mr. Su!" Wushuang suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them. "Could you give me some more guidance?"

"Guides?"

Su Changqing rolled over, lying on his side as he looked at him. "The true way of the sword is not in the sword case, but in the heart. When you learn to put down the sword case, that's when you can be considered to have truly entered the door."

"Put down the sword case?"

Wushuang was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

The Peerless Sword Box is the foundation of Peerless City and the source of his strength. How could he possibly give it up?

"Take your time to figure it out, young man."

Su Changqing didn't explain further; these things are better left unsaid. Saying too much would only make it an obsession.

At this moment, Li Hanyi came out carrying a plate of freshly washed fruit.

Seeing Su Changqing's lazy appearance, she shook her head helplessly, but her eyes and brows were full of doting affection.

"You, all you do is bully children."

Li Hanyi leaped onto the roof, sat down next to Su Changqing, and fed him a peeled grape. "Lord Lei just said that Lei Family Fortress is being rebuilt and asked if we need anything."

"Need it?"

Su Changqing thought for a moment, "Tell him that if he can make that gunpowder-grilled fish less salty, I'll be thanking my God."

Li Hanyi couldn't help but laugh: "All you ever think about is eating."

"Food is the most important thing for people."

Su Changqing held her hand, looking at the frolicking crowd below, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

This kind of peaceful and warm life is what he longs for most. Fighting and killing are too tiring and too boring.

"Evergreen".

Li Hanyi suddenly called out softly, "When...when are we going back?"

"Go back? Back to Snowmoon City?"

"Um."

Li Hanyi nodded.

"It's nice here, but it's not home. And... I kind of miss those peach trees on Cangshan Mountain. They should be bearing fruit soon, right?"

"Missing home?"

Su Changqing looked into her eyes, which were filled with a hint of homesickness, and his heart stirred.

Yes, there's no place like home.

Although Lei Family Fortress is grand, it ultimately lacks a bit of the lively, down-to-earth atmosphere.

Moreover, a major battle had just taken place here. Although it had been cleaned up, there was still a lingering smell of blood in the air, which was not good for Xiao Nuomi's growth.

More importantly, he hasn't brought those "security guards" who were watching over the house back yet.

"Okay, let's go back then."

Su Changqing sat up and stretched. "I was just missing that old rocking chair in the tavern. Sleeping here always makes my back ache. It's so much more comfortable to sleep in my own bed."

"Really?" Li Hanyi's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true. My wife's words are law; how could I dare disobey?"

Su Changqing smiled and flicked her nose. "Go pack your things, we're leaving first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Okay!"

Like a little girl who had just received candy, Li Hanyi happily jumped off the roof. Her light and graceful figure showed no trace of her usual aloofness.

"Nuonuo! Stop playing! Go pack your little backpack! We need to go home!"

"Going home? Yay! Going home to eat Daddy's cooking!" Little Nuomi cheered and ran back to her room.

Watching the mother and daughter bustling about, Su Changqing's smile deepened.

"Going home... those two words sound so nice."

……

The next morning.

The familiar, luxurious carriage stopped once again at the entrance of Lei Family Fort.

Lei Qianhu led a group of Lei family disciples to see them off, their eyes filled with reluctance.

The main reason is that they can't bear to part with Li Hanyi, their powerful backer, and Su Changqing, their super bodyguard.

"Mr. Su, Hanyi, are you really not going to stay a few more days?"

Lei Qianhu tried to persuade him to stay.

"No, I have a lot of things to do at home."

Su Changqing waved his hand, "Besides, you're doing renovations here, and there's too much dust, which isn't good for the children. We'll come visit again after the renovations are finished."

"Definitely! Definitely!"

Lei Qianhu nodded repeatedly, "The gates of Lei Family Fortress will always be open to you, sir!"

Lei Wujie, carrying the sword box on his back, bid farewell to his fellow disciples with a reluctant expression.

Although he didn't stay here for many days and spent most of his time getting beaten up and recovering from injuries, this place is, after all, his roots, the place where he grew up.

"Senior brothers, take care! I'll come back to see you all after I become a sword immortal!"

Lei Wujie waved his arms, his eyes slightly red.

"Alright, alright, stop dawdling."

Xiao Se kicked him from the side, "If you don't leave now, you'll miss lunch."

"Oh! Let's go! Giddy up!"

With a shout, the carriage slowly started moving, carrying this "ultimate tour group" on their way home.

The wheels rolled on, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Inside the carriage, Little Nuomi nestled in Su Changqing's arms, watching the scenery rushing past the window, and suddenly asked:

"Daddy, where should we go to play after we get home?"

"After I get home..."

Su Changqing patted her head, gazing intently into the distance. "Let's rest for a few days first. As for where to go... we'll talk about it later. Anyway, the world is so big, as long as Nuonuo wants to go, Daddy will go with you wherever you want."

"Hehe! Daddy's the best!"