Chapter 296: This Is Mu Sanniang’s Reasoning
In Xia Country, “Mister” generally has two common meanings: a humble self-reference for one’s husband, or a respectful term used for elders or others to express admiration. Considering the young man’s age, Meng Mao was more inclined to believe he was referring to the latter. It couldn’t be that he held both titles, could it?
Furthermore, this was not the first time Meng Mao had seen the young man before him. He had encountered the boy in a classroom some time ago. The impression the other person left was profound: direct and straightforward words, no trace of arrogance in his expression, and a unique understanding of formations. Any one of these alone indicated the young man’s extraordinariness.
Meng Mao didn’t know where his theories on formations came from, but it didn’t hinder his understanding of their profound principles. Therefore, based on all the known conditions, Meng Mao made a bold guess in his heart. The young man likely hailed from an ancient and mysterious hidden family, a family renowned for their mastery of formations, and he was the most outstanding talent among them. He was so outstanding that even a figure like Master Luo, unparalleled in the world, would show him respect. Thinking of it this way, everything seemed to become logical.
Meng Mao’s reverie was interrupted by Luo Cong’an’s frown. He shivered and hurriedly said respectfully, “Master Luo, please rest assured, your new residence has already been arranged.” The moment the storm ended, Dragon Tiger Mountain’s official personnel had already taken action. Racing against time, they cleared out a courtyard in the back mountain before Meng Mao arrived. Everything in the annex remained as it was, hoping to gain a little more favor from Luo Cong’an. After all, no one knew when her “friendly sparring” might fall upon them. Moreover, considering she was practically one of them and her terrifying display of strength just moments ago, no one felt she didn’t deserve this privilege.
After speaking, seeing there was nothing else for him, Meng Mao wisely took his leave. As for other matters, such as the young man’s true identity and the other two figures standing beside him, he remained silent. Yes, these issues should be left for the senior brother to handle… Meng Mao thought this as a glimpse of his senior brother’s unfathomable figure flashed through his mind.
Dragon Tiger Mountain is actually an entire continuous mountain range. In this regard, it is quite similar to Mount Qingcheng, which is located near Qing City. Currently, through human and mechanical efforts, the foremost mountain peaks have been designated for the teaching facilities of the Cultivation Union University. Further beyond lies the back mountain area. The term “back mountain” is somewhat general, as it doesn’t refer to a single peak but rather all the land beyond. The mountain range is majestic, winding, and stretches for thousands of miles. It is likely that the currently developed and inhabited areas only occupy a small portion, but that area is already considerable.
Chen An led the three of them, walking along the path in the back mountain. The further they went, the denser the spiritual energy became compared to the outside, making it increasingly precious. The new residence provided by Dragon Tiger Mountain this time was only separated from their own Tianshi Mansion by a single mountain, demonstrating their sincerity. Primarily, venturing any further would lead to the place of their founding ancestor; they had to preserve some dignity and wouldn’t commit such an act of disrespect.
Chen An walked ahead, holding his phone, occasionally lowering his head to check the navigation. The address Meng Mao provided was sent directly to his phone. The mountain road was rugged with many forks, and without navigation, it would have been difficult to find their way. As he felt the mountain wind on his face, Chen An suddenly felt his current situation seemed familiar. It seemed like not long ago he had walked this mountain road from Courtyard Four Branch with Eileen and Luo Cong’an. Back then, the two of them had inexplicably started arguing, insisting on holding one of his hands each. Chen An, treating it as if he were taking care of children, had let them have their way. Now, with Mu Sanniang added to the group, his mindset couldn’t help but undergo a subtle change. With two people, he had two hands to hold. With three people, he didn’t have a third hand… Thus, Chen An decisively chose to walk alone at the front. *If I hold no one’s hand, nothing bad will happen.* It is always better to have enough than to have unequal shares. Thinking this, he couldn’t help but slow his pace and look back.
The girl was walking slightly behind and to his left, her white skirt fluttering, appearing exceptionally beautiful. She seemed lost in thought, her gaze fixed on her younger brother’s footsteps. On the other side, Luo Cong’an and Eileen walked side by side. As Chen An looked over, he met their eyes. Women with elegant气质 often exude a sense of freshness and refinement, their every move infused with grace. Such was Luo Cong’an. Her long, dark hair was tied up with a silver hairpin, casually styled at the back of her head. Her eyebrows were like painted ink, her lips thin and moist, beautiful yet with a hint of charm. Although she never deliberately dressed up, she still appeared like a fairy who had descended to the mortal realm, drawing everyone’s attention. It was no wonder she had such a large following among teachers and students. Seeing the young man look back, she blinked her eyes in response.
Chen An then looked at Eileen. He recalled that her personality was always more reserved. Her black dress, just like in his memory, was very long, trailing to the ground. However, due to the unique nature of a deity, all things in the world yielded to her, granting her the ability to remain unstained by dust. Her jade-like earlobes were adorned with a pair of black瓔珞 pendants, which had appeared at some unknown time. The璎珞 were light, dancing in the wind, accentuating her innate mystery and nobility. She slightly raised her chin, her eyes flickering, her lips moving silently to form several words. Chen An knew she was referring to the matter she had agreed to earlier. At that time, in his haste, Chen An hadn’t thought much about it, only agreeing verbally. Now that he had the time, he suddenly felt the conditions he had added weren’t quite enough? *Forget it.* Chen An shook his head, dispelling those extraneous thoughts. “It’s good to have some peace and quiet for a while. Why add to my own worries? I can’t avoid it anyway…” The thought of giving up instantly broadened his horizons.
After walking for about half an hour in the mountains, Chen An led the three of them to their new residence. It was a courtyard that looked almost identical to Luo Cong’an’s previous one from the outside. It was just… larger. Chen An pushed open the door, stirring up fine dust. In the courtyard grew a locust tree of unknown age, which appeared tall. Beneath the locust tree, there was a matching stone table and a very picturesque bamboo chair. Chen An was slightly taken aback, surprised it could be so perfectly replicated. He then looked up and counted. There were exactly four rooms. Yes, no more, no less, just right. Chen An thought it was fortunate that there wasn’t any awkward situation where two people had to share a room.
Suddenly, a touch of coolness in his hand interrupted his thoughts. Chen An looked down to see the girl’s slender, white hand. She had walked silently the entire way and had finally spoken. “Brother, you’re sleeping with me, right?” Her light blue eyes held an air of certainty. The girl’s cool words inevitably reached the ears of the other two. “Wait!” Luo Cong’an’s pupils instantly widened in shock. She couldn’t hold back and blurted out first, “Wait a minute, what kind of reasoning is there in the world for a sister to sleep with her brother?” Mu Sanniang frowned upon hearing this, seemingly finding Luo Cong’an a little too astonished. However, considering Luo Cong’an was her brother’s disobedient disciple, she explained, “Sisters and brothers are supposed to sleep together.” Luo Cong’an’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, her voice unconsciously rising. “What kind of reasoning is that?!” “This is Mu Sanniang’s reasoning,” the girl replied earnestly, looking up.
