coobybook Chapter 155 About the Old Father
Chapter 155 About the Old Father
After Fu Xun personally trimmed his son's nails and tucked the little paws into the swaddling clothes, Leng Huan asked, "When are we leaving here and getting out?"
Fu Xun paused in holding the child. "Senior Sister, I think we should wait here until the secret realm ends. The spiritual energy here is abundant, suitable for cultivation, and also suitable for Xiao Yun Du's growth."
Huh? Is that what he thinks?
Leng Huan paused. This was the first time she had brought up this matter since arriving here. To be honest, she felt somewhat dazed by this peaceful life, which didn't seem like she was in a dangerous secret realm.
But I can't keep being lazy like this.
Fu Xun's karma destined him to be no ordinary cultivator, and Leng Huan himself did not want to be an ordinary cultivator either, not knowing when he would perish.
She wanted him to reach an even more glorious peak than in the original book through a different path.
They both have their own responsibilities.
They should support each other and help each other succeed, and not indulge in this leisurely life for too long.
Leng Huan pulled Fu Xun to the platform outside the cave. Fu Xun asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"Come out and talk to him, don't disturb the child." The stone bench was covered with a thick blanket. Leng Huan sat down, rested his hands on his knees, and held his face in his hands, thinking about how to talk to him.
"What does Senior Sister want to say?" Fu Xun lifted his robe and sat down next to her.
Leng Huan looked up at the sky and tapped his face with his fingers: "...This secret realm can only be entered once in a lifetime, and there are still more than two years left before it ends. It would be such a waste to stay here?"
The weather was fine and sunny, perfect for basking in the sun. Fu Xun put his arm around her and asked, "Senior Sister, would you like to go for a walk?"
Leng Huan, like a wooden doll, suddenly fell into his arms with a "plop," saying, "Okay, go find resources for Xiaoyundu."
“Alright, whatever you say is right, Senior Sister. Although I’m reluctant to leave here, you’re right. I’ll take you and your daughter to explore the secret realm. When Xiao Yun Du grows up and embarks on the path of immortality, he can come to this secret realm on his own.”
The discussion went smoothly. Fu Xun always knew his limits; aside from matters directly related to her, he was easy to talk to. Leng Huan was a little surprised, but then she understood—he had always been reliable.
Leng Huan looked up: "When would be a good time to set off?"
Fu Xun looked at her for a while, then suddenly chuckled, "No rush, let's wait until our son is six months old before we leave. He's still too young now."
There are still three months left. Leng Huan sighed inwardly. It's a good thing he's here, otherwise she wouldn't be able to take good care of Xiao Yundu at all. Thinking about it, Fu Xun has already taken on the responsibility of being a father, and it seems that Leng Huan has changed diapers very few times.
Oh dear, she originally wanted to send Fu Xun to the center of the secret realm while she stayed behind to take care of her son, but thankfully she didn't say anything.
She's not sure she can take good care of the child on her own!
In a good mood that day, Fu Xun moved the cradle next door that evening and got into bed next to Leng Huan, who didn't refuse.
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Leng Huan didn't feel that a month or two had passed since their marriage, and there was still any romance in the air, but some people didn't think so.
Fu Xun couldn't wait to stick to her side every day, but Leng Huan had no shame.
Perhaps because of the child, they can't enjoy their time together as a couple without restraint. Sometimes, in the middle of a pleasant time, the child will suddenly burst into tears, startling the mother so much that her first reaction is to kick the blankets off the child, and then Fu Xun will go to comfort the baby with a dark face.
Later, Leng Huan deliberately asked him once, "Are you alright? Now that you're like this, do you regret having a child?"
Fu Xun knew she was teasing him on purpose, so he grabbed her and kissed her until her face was flushed before stopping: "Of course I don't regret it. I'm only valued because of my son. Otherwise, tell me, Senior Sister, when will you acknowledge me..."
Leng Huan, however, didn't wait for him to finish speaking before raising his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I understand, please stop talking..."
Seeing this, Fu Xun pressed down on the person and asked, "Do you still dare to provoke me?"
Looking into his dark eyes, Leng Huan became obedient, "You are so magnanimous, I wouldn't dare to do it again."
And so on.
Leng Huan initially thought Fu Xun was just waiting for the child to grow up, but after a while of this sweet and loving relationship (just kidding), she suddenly realized that Fu Xun was just... full of dirty thoughts!
Good heavens, there's no film for him to watch here, how can he be beep like this... is he even a cultivator?
The key point is, she can't stand it.
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It was probably springtime, when the mountains and forests were lush and green. Xiao Yundu liked to go out and play. He already needed to be held upright for a long time. Adults would take him around to see the various colors of the blooming wildflowers.
"Fu Xun! Here, hold him!"
"what happened?"
Leng Huan had just finished feeding the baby in the cave. After buttoning his clothes, he shoved the five-month-old baby into his hands, his expression a mixture of shame and anger. He gritted his teeth and snorted, "You'd better find a way to wean him off milk. He's teething, he bites, he bites people!"
"........."
Fu Xun glanced at his chubby son, who was grinning, revealing two tiny teeth. His little hand automatically grabbed his hair and tugged, gently pulling at his scalp. He thought for a moment; this child was Leng Huansheng's after all, he couldn't throw him away!
Seeing Leng Huan's angry expression, Fu Xun pretended to pat her son's bottom twice, "Little Yun Du is naughty, you can't bite your mother, or your mother will be angry."
"I don't care, I don't want to feed him anymore, I'm going to introduce complementary foods!"
Leng Huan was really angry. He pinched Fu Xun's waist hard, making sure the soft flesh was there. Fu Xun withdrew his protective spiritual power, felt a pain, and quickly nodded: "Okay, okay, let's feed him porridge first."
The two discussed weaning and feeding for a while, talking about things like making porridge, fruit puree, and then about having to prepare new clothes for the baby.
Leng Huan: "This kid grows up so fast, it'll be inconvenient once he goes out. I have to prepare his clothes in advance. Thin ones, thick ones, long ones, short ones... Ugh! I'm impressed, how come kids are more troublesome than me?!"
Fu Xun paused for a moment: "It's alright, there are still a few days left, I'll be ready. Adults can manage, but toddlers won't."
"Hmm, kids are hard to take care of." Leng Huan poked Xiao Yundu's bottom, which felt like a soft paw. The child's bottom sticks out slightly from the pinch, but he still perches on his father's shoulder, curiously looking at the stones.
"What kind of utensils did you use when you cooked porridge for me before?"
"A three-legged alchemy cauldron I acquired by chance." Fu Xun supported his son's back, holding him steadily, "A low-grade magic treasure."
Leng Huan: "...How extravagant! If Dan Xiu finds out, you'll get a beating."
A low-grade magic weapon cauldron is sufficient for Nascent Soul cultivators; ordinary cultivators only have high-grade alchemy furnaces.
Fu Xun raised an eyebrow indifferently: "How could that be? Luckily, we have a pill-making cauldron, otherwise we wouldn't be able to cook anything."
Even if he's incredibly skilled, he can't use his hands as a pot.
Leng Huan sighed and said, "Whatever you want. Anyway, you're in charge of preparing his baby food."
So from that day on, Xiao Yundu gradually stopped drinking milk and started eating all kinds of porridge. He would chew on the spirit cakes that Leng Huan hadn't finished, drooling all over his mouth but still enjoying it.
But Leng Huan didn't dare let him chew on it for too long, fearing he would choke, so he asked Fu Xun to carve a wooden teething stick, which the child was now holding and chewing on.
Leng Huan changed his bib to a clean one. Looking at the chubby little cub, drooling like a river, he looked so silly.
"Aren't you tired?" Leng Huan squatted by the mat watching his son struggle to roll over, and was amazed. He didn't know that human babies could roll over on their own at such a young age.
Because he was so chubby, the baby had beads of sweat on his nose. Leng Huan saw that he was very interested in the wooden toys that Fu Xun had made while lying down, and he grabbed the little duck and started to gnaw on it. Leng Huan took a photo stone to record this scene.
It's kind of funny; the baby looks so much like a caterpillar from this angle.
Leng Huan used the photo-taking stone to look at the child from all angles, then lay down and played with the child for a while. Feeling that enough time had passed, he turned the child over.
Fu Xun harvested several recently matured spiritual herbs, and upon returning to the cave entrance, he witnessed this scene—
On the soft cushion, an adorable toddler clutched at her mother's hair, making babbling sounds, while Leng Huan...
"Little Yundu, hahaha, you're so stupid..."
"Honey, you've grown into a ball, do you want to lose weight...?"
"Hehe, you little fatty~~"
The child didn't speak, only babbled and drooled.
Fu Xun was both amused and exasperated. She walked over, picked up her son, looked at Leng Huan, and said helplessly, "What kind of mother talks to her child like that? Senior Sister, he'll be unhappy if he finds out."
Leng Huan stood up awkwardly and chuckled, "You're kidding, of course I wouldn't look down on him."
Seeing her timid expression, Fu Xun couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "I know, Senior Sister won't dislike him, and neither will I."
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