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

"Oh dear, my poor heart..."

Sikong Changfeng clutched his chest, looking at Su Changqing's smug face, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

That's seventy thousand taels!

That's enough for him to buy so many good guns.

How many jars of romantic poetry could that be enough for him to drink?

That's it? Gone just like that?

In exchange, he got seven opportunities to wash dishes?

"Brother Su, if you can't teach him this, I'll really fight you to the death!"

Sikong Changfeng gritted his teeth and uttered harsh words, but his tone revealed a deep sense of powerlessness.

After all, the money has already been paid, what else can be done?

We can only pray that these brats will behave themselves.

Early the next morning.

Seven outstanding disciples carefully selected by Snow Moon City, including the gambling-addicted Luo Mingxuan, arrived at the entrance of Changqing Tower with their heads held high and chests puffed out, dressed in neat Snow Moon City school uniforms.

They were told by the city lord yesterday that they were to come here to receive special training from a peerless master.

Although I don't know who this expert is, I've heard that even Senior Brother Tang Lian and Miss Sikong Qianluo have benefited greatly from this, so he must be an extraordinary figure!

"Cheer up, all of you!"

As the team leader, Luo Mingxuan, though still carrying a bag of dice, pretended to give a speech, "This is a rare opportunity! You must perform well! Strive to learn unparalleled skills and bring glory to your ancestors when you return!"

"yes!"

The disciples responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.

however.

When they entered Changqing Tower and saw the first lesson Su Changqing had prepared for them, everyone's jaws dropped to the ground.

There was no sword manual, no internal cultivation method, and no wooden training dummy.

There were only mountains of dirty dishes and several large buckets of dish soap.

"Come on, don't be shy."

Su Changqing pointed to the pile of greasy plates and said with a smile,

"This is your task for today. The requirements are not high: clean these one thousand plates until they are sparkling clean, without a single grease stain, and without breaking a single one. This is the 'First Lesson—A Calm Mind.'"

"Wash...wash dishes?!"

Luo Mingxuan's eyes widened. "Mr. Su, are you kidding me? We're here to learn martial arts, not to be dishwashers!"

"To learn martial arts, one must first learn to be a good person; to practice martial arts, one must first cultivate one's mind."

Su Changqing had a mysterious look on his face. "If you can't even wash a plate properly, how can you polish your sword hearts? Those who don't want to train can leave; I won't stop them. But the ten thousand taels of tuition fee will not be refunded."

Upon hearing this, everyone cowered.

Ten thousand taels!

If we go back like this, won't the city lord break our legs?

"Swish! Let's swish!"

Luo Mingxuan gritted his teeth, took the lead in picking up a rag, and began his arduous dishwashing career.

"That's right."

Su Changqing nodded in satisfaction, turned and left, "Do a good job, there's another lesson after you're done—'The Self-Cultivation of the Sweeping Monk'."

The disciples: "..."

Although they cursed Su Changqing a thousand times in their hearts, seeing Lei Wujie and Wushuang also busy over there, they could only grit their teeth and keep going.

After all, even geniuses like these are doing odd jobs here, so what right do they have to complain?

After dealing with these "free laborers," Su Changqing, clutching the huge sum of money he had just received, took his wife and children straight to the most bustling commercial street in Snow Moon City.

"Buy, buy, buy! Everything's on Mr. Su today!"

Su Changqing waved his hand, his arrogant manner making it seem as if the entire Snow Moon City belonged to him.

Although Li Hanyi said "Don't waste money," she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

After all, what woman doesn't love shopping?

Moreover, it's for my own precious daughter.

And so, the family of three embarked on a shopping spree.

All the clothes from Jinxiufang, regardless of style, as long as they look good, will be bought up!

The toys in the treasure trove—rattle drums, kites, mechanical birds—if Nuonuo glances at them even once, she'll buy them on the spot!

Even those strange and unusual snacks, such as "sweet and sour dried fish" and "spicy rabbit head," Su Changqing bought a whole bunch of them without hesitation.

"Daddy! This is beautiful!"

Little Nuomi pointed to a bright red hooded cape, her eyes sparkling.

"purchase!"

Without saying a word, Su Changqing paid the money directly.

When they returned to Changqing Tower, the carriage used for hauling goods was almost bursting at the seams.

In the hall, Sikong Changfeng was sitting there drinking alone, watching his disciples scrambling to wash dishes, feeling extremely depressed.

"Oh, Third Martial Uncle is here too?"

Su Changqing walked in carrying Xiao Nuomi, who was wearing a new cloak and holding a small pure gold abacus.

Little Nuomi was dressed up like a traditional Chinese New Year doll today, her delicate, rosy cheeks were so cute.

As soon as she saw Sikong Changfeng, she immediately ran over to him with her short legs.

"Third Uncle-Master! Third Uncle-Master!"

Little Nuomi snuggled into Sikong Changfeng's arms, proudly displaying the golden abacus in her hand, "Look! This is a new toy Daddy just bought for me! Isn't it beautiful?"

Sikong Changfeng looked at the glittering abacus and his lips twitched.

This thing... why does it look so familiar?

Isn't this Xiao Se's precious abacus, which he cherishes as his life?

How did it end up in this little girl's hands?

However, seeing how adorable Xiao Nuomi was, his mood improved slightly. He forced a smile and patted her head, saying, "Beautiful, so beautiful. As long as Nuonuo likes it, that's all that matters."

"whee!"

Little Nuomi smiled so wide her eyes disappeared, and then, catching everyone off guard, sweetly called out:

"Thank you, Third Martial Uncle! Third Martial Uncle is so kind! Father says Third Martial Uncle is the most generous... sucker in the world!"

"puff--!!!"

Lei Wujie, who was drinking water, spat it all over Luo Mingxuan's face.

The entire room fell silent.

Sikong Changfeng's smile froze instantly, his hand that was patting his head stopped in mid-air, as embarrassed as if he had been acupunctured.

Wronged... a complete scapegoat?

Is this about me?

I, the mighty Gun Immortal and the Third City Lord of Snow Moon City, have actually become a sucker?

Although this is true, they were swindled out of 70,000 taels of silver.

But isn't it a bit disrespectful to say it in public like this?

Su Changqing quickly covered his daughter's mouth, his face saying, "I didn't do it, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

"Ahem! Children say the darndest things! Children say the darndest things!"

Su Changqing chuckled dryly, "The kid doesn't know any better, he just picked it up randomly! It must have been Xiao Se who taught him! I'll dock his pay later!"

Xiao Se, who was busy calculating accounts, was caught in the crossfire and rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Hahaha!"

The surrounding martial arts practitioners could no longer contain themselves and burst into laughter.

"A sucker? That's a brilliant nickname!"

"Children speak the truth without reservation!"

"The Gun Immortal's face turned green, hahaha!"

Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, another day at Changqinglou ended in a peaceful yet chaotic scene.

Looking at the lively scene, at his wife and children beside him, and at the group of teenagers who, despite being tricked, were still full of energy, Su Changqing felt a sense of satisfaction.

This is the life he wants.

It may be mundane, but it is real.

Although there may be occasional setbacks, as long as we are together, there is no obstacle we cannot overcome.

however.

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

While Snowmoon City was enjoying peace and tranquility, Tianqi City, thousands of miles away, was already experiencing undercurrents of unrest.

Deep within the imperial palace, in a secluded palace.

A blind, refined-looking man in white sat quietly in front of a chessboard.

His fingers gently caressed a black chess piece; though he couldn't see it, his mind saw it more clearly than anyone else's.

"Your Highness."

A guard in black appeared silently behind him, knelt on one knee, and presented a secret letter: "A message from Snowmoon City."

"read."