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Zen Chuan and Xuanchi have become the theme of their new married life, like a landscape painting drawn with light ink and colors, full of tranquility and poetry. The Nangong Base, the place that witnessed their love, has also become the starting point of their shared life.
As the morning sun shines, the clouds on the horizon are tinged with a faint golden edge. After a peaceful night, the Nangong Base welcomes another busy and fulfilling day. However, in the midst of this busyness, there is always a quiet corner left for Zen Chuan and Xuanchi.
In these few days, their lives have been filled with sweetness and harmony. Every time the morning light breaks, Xuanchi would pick up his sword and walk towards the courtyard. Sword practice has become a daily routine for him, and even after getting married, this habit has not changed at all. Zen Chuan would quietly watch on the side, observing how Xuanchi wields his sword with such determination and elegance every time.
As the dawn breaks, the faint light of the horizon casts a layer of golden hue over the entire courtyard. Xuanchi, as usual, dressed in simple training attire, holding a long sword, walks into the center of the courtyard. His gaze is solemn, and his whole body exudes an air of undisturbed focus.
Zen Chuan sat lightly in the pavilion, a cup of clear tea placed on the table, gazing softly at Xuanchi. She was accustomed to the storms of the martial world, but the scene before her brought a special sense of peace and tranquility.
The sword in Xuanchi's hand was like an extension of himself, each movement precise and powerful. His body danced with sword intent, every move revealing his passion and dedication to the way of the sword. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but he seemed completely unconcerned, fully immersed in each swing of the sword.
As time passed, Xuanchi's swordsmanship became more fierce, with the sword Fu Ton howling, even causing a gust of Fu Ton in the courtyard. At this moment, Xuanchi seemed to be isolated from the entire world, with only him and his sword.
After finishing his sword practice, Xuanchi took a deep breath and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead. As he turned to look at Zen Chuan, the coldness in his eyes gradually melted away, replaced by a softness.
Zen Chuan Smiling, stood up and walked lightly towards Xuanchi, saying gently, "Your swordsmanship has become even more unfathomable."
Xuanchi gently lifted Zen Chuan and whispered softly in her ear, "For years, swordsmanship has been my pursuit. But now, I have something more important - to protect you."
Zen Chuan Gently nestled in the arms of Xuanchi, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat, a bright smile appeared on her lips: "I believe that with you here, there is nothing in this world that I fear."
On this leisurely afternoon, sunlight filtered through the treetops and scattered into every corner of the courtyard. Zen Chuan picked up an old scroll, gently unfurling it as the fragrance of ink wafted in the breeze. Leaning against a large tree, she elegantly flipped through the pages, occasionally smiling as if drawn in by the stories within.
Xuanchi He put down the sword manual in his hand, his eyes softened from their coldness, and he walked over to sit beside Zen Chuan. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection. Xuanchi didn't say much, but this silent companionship was his most sincere expression.
Zen Chuan felt Xuanchi's gaze and looked up, smiling at the corners of her eyes. "Your swordsmanship has improved again today. Have you had a new insight?"
Xuanchi Nodding slightly, he said calmly, "With you by my side, my mind is more peaceful, and my swordsmanship naturally improves."
Zen Chuan She chuckled softly, gently closing the scroll, and said, "Sometimes, I truly wish time could just stand still, so we could forever enjoy this leisure."
Xuanchi With a slight smile, he gently took Zen Chuan's hand and said, "As long as I'm with you, no matter how far apart we are, you are the direction of my heart."
In the evening, the two of them walked together, weaving through the mountain paths, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of nature. They sometimes discussed martial arts insights, sometimes shared the little things in life. Their conversations, though not frequent, were full of profound meaning.
Strolling through the streets of the town, with its quaint cobblestone roads and the small vendors along the way, every corner is filled with the essence of life. Zen Chuan pointing to a stall selling sugar figurines, excitedly says, "Those sugar figurines are so delicate, we should try buying one."
Xuanchi Smiling slightly, she indulges her excitement and buys a pair of sugar figurines. As they walk and savor the sweetness of the figurines, it seems to add a touch of sweetness to this simple happiness.
On such days, for Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, although ordinary, they are the most cherished. In this tranquility, they feel true happiness and contentment, accompanying each other and walking through each day together.
As the night falls slowly, a bright moon quietly rises, enveloping everything in a soft silver light. Zen Chuan and Xuanchi enter the small courtyard that belongs only to the two of them, everything seems particularly quiet and warm.
On the stone table in the courtyard, the dinner for Zen Chuan has been set. Although there aren't many dishes on the table, each one is carefully prepared, considering both nutritional balance and the combination of color, fragrance, and taste, showing her thoughtfulness and dedication.
Xuanchi gracefully pours a glass of clear wine for Zen Chuan, with elegant and unhurried movements. At that moment, his usual aloofness and unruliness seem to melt away in this warm dinner time.
Zen Chuan With a slight smile, nodded in gratitude, then picked up the chopsticks and softly said, "The moonlight tonight is beautiful, sharing this dinner with you makes me feel even happier."
Xuanchi Also put down the wine glass, looked at Zen Chuan seriously, with a rare gentleness in his eyes: "You prepare meals for us every day, I should thank you. Sometimes, I wonder, without you, how lonely my world would be."
Zen Chuan After listening, her eyes were filled with emotion. She reached out and gently held Xuanchi's hand, saying, "We rely on each other. No matter what, we will grow old together."
In the glow of the candlelight, the two of them enjoyed this peaceful and beautiful moment. They talked about interesting stories in the martial arts world and shared their insights and feelings with each other. This simple dinner was filled with warmth and happiness.
After dinner, Zen Chuan and Xuanchi cleaned up the tableware together, then sat back at the stone table, quietly sipping tea and admiring the moonlight and the shadows of flowers in the courtyard. This kind of daily life was one of the most beautiful moments in their lives.
On this peaceful night, the moonlight was like water, gently sprinkling every corner of the courtyard, adding a touch of Xuanchi to this peaceful moment. Zen Chuan nestled gently in Xuanchi's arms, her head resting on his solid chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling the indescribable sense of peace and warmth between them.
Xuanchi's arms gently wrapped around Zen Chuan, and his fingers unconsciously brushed through her hair, each touch seemed to express his deep love for her. His voice was deep and magnetic, as he slowly and eloquently shared his insights about kendo with Zen Chuan, every detail revealing his passion and dedication to the martial art.
Zen Chuan occasionally asked some questions, her questions were always so unique and incisive, every conversation made Xuanchi feel surprised, and more certain that choosing to spend his life with her was such a correct decision.
As the conversation deepens, Xuanchi also shares some thoughts and plans for the future with Zen Chuan. Her presence is intertwined in every one of his plans, closely related to her. Zen Chuan listens, her eyes shining brightly with gratitude, feeling not only a companion in Xuanchi's life, but also a part of his future.
In this intimate exchange, time seems to stand still. Finally, Xuanchi gently lifts Zen Chuan's cheek, and their gazes lock deeply in this moment, each filled with the other's presence. Then, Xuanchi softly and firmly kisses Zen Chuan on the lips. This kiss is full of deep affection and commitment, a beautiful promise for their future together.
At this moment, their souls merged even more deeply, without the need for many words. The understanding and tacit agreement had surpassed everything. It was late at night, but for Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, the night was so beautiful and unforgettable. This intimacy and love would become the most precious memory they shared.
For Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, these days were the most precious time of their lives. The outside world was still tumultuous, but at least at this moment, they had their own little world, full of warmth.
This is the newlywed life of Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, where ordinary contains deep affection, and simplicity reveals happiness. In this period of time, they have a deeper understanding of each other's importance and a firmer determination to move forward.
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