My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 495 - 333: The Senior Sergeant Hears About the Way of Tao and the Correct Way to Eat Grapes

Chapter 495: Chapter 333: The Senior Sergeant Hears About the Way of Tao and the Correct Way to Eat Grapes

Zhao Rong had always wondered why ancient people liked to go to the rooftop for a heart-to-heart talk whenever they had the chance.

Now he understood.

A crescent moon, a sky full of stars, lights shining from thousands of homes.

The sound of the wind, seeming to fill the entire world, reached his ears from all directions.

And by his side, a beauty with fluttering ribbons, his companion in life.

The pleasant scent of the other person filled his nostrils.

They admired the moon together.

The atmosphere was perfect.

Of course, the prerequisite was having a childhood sweetheart or a wife like Qing Jun by your side.

Otherwise, just having a rooftop was useless.

Young people need to learn to grasp the main contradiction.

Luckily, Zhao Rong felt that he had grasped it tightly at this moment.

He was not going to let it go for anything, and even gave it a slight squeeze, receiving a comfortable bounce back, "Ahh, Qing Jun seems to have gained a bit of weight..."

Smack!

Lingfei’s expression remained unchanged, but her hand lightly brushed away a certain wandering hand that had ’accidentally fallen’ from her waist.

Her demeanor was composed and serene as she pursed her lips and gazed forward with focused, narrow almond eyes, not paying attention to her wicked husband beside her who was gasping in pain, harboring impure thoughts.

Lingfei’s long eyelashes trembled slightly.

It was one thing to grope around, but to actually start kneading, that was... taking advantage of her! She had previously agreed only to measuring her waist.

However, had she known that Zhao Rong was internally complaining about her gaining weight, she might not have let that offending hand escape.

Lingfei might have left some bright red bite marks on it to make her husband feel the pain she felt when being kneaded...

At this time, on the rooftop, Lingfei, Zhao Rong, and Zhao Qian’er were sitting together under the eaves.

Zhao Rong sat between the two women, with Lingfei on the right and Zhao Qian’er on the left.

At that moment, Zhao Rong, rubbing the hand that had been caught, felt somewhat remorseful.

He had just been hinting greatly in front of Qing Jun about the slender waists of the beauties he would meet in Great Li.

Of course, Zhao Rong later patted his chest claiming he didn’t believe they could be that slender. Could they really be slimmer than his wife’s waist?

Thus, after hinting greatly afterward, Qing Jun loosened up, allowing his hand to explore the ’forbidden’ waist, just not to tickle her.

Zhao Rong, of course, nodded vigorously like pounding garlic.

However, after tasting the sweetness... he still got greedy.

While someone was staring at his fingers in repentance, Lingfei suddenly reached out, lightly grabbed Zhao Rong’s recently wayward right hand, and brought it in front of her.

Lingfei lowered her head, her slender, fair hands, soft as boneless, held Zhao Rong’s right hand, gently caressing it.

She lowered her eyelids, nibbling on her lip while watching his lean palm, rubbing the calluses on his palm.

The autumn-eyed lady became quiet for a while.

Then, she spoke:

"Rong’er, about that class today, I... I didn’t know those were your words; I never expected that the ’Daoist Zhao’ Teacher Tao spoke of was actually you, my husband."

Lingfei’s voice hesitated slightly; she looked up at Zhao Rong and saw he was silently listening, she couldn’t help but explain:

"I... I really didn’t know, so... afterward, I said things like ’unconvincing’. Rong’er, please, don’t take it to heart."

Lingfei and Zhao Rong looked into each other’s eyes.

Zhao Rong nodded lightly, "Oh, it’s that matter you are talking about."

He slowly shook his head, gazing at her and said:

"Actually, I wasn’t upset. On the contrary, Qing Jun, I’m very happy. You could shake your head and say no. You questioned things you didn’t understand, tried to get to the bottom of it."

"Not like your fellow disciples today, who were... um, awed by Daoist Tao’s... by my seemingly profound and impressive remarks."

"Especially since they came from a Daoist scholar’s mouth, imposing and esteemed."

Lingfei was slightly startled, staring at the sincere smile on her husband’s face.

Qian’er, sitting beside Rong’er’s left arm, also looked stunned, blinking her large eyes, tilting her head to observe her Rong’er’s profile and his bright, earnest eyes.

Lingfei’s delicate hands carefully covered the palm and back of his right hand, holding it tenderly against her chest.

She smiled with a slight curve of her lips, softly saying, "Rong’er... you really feel that way?"

"Mmm," Zhao Rong lightly squinted his eyes, looking into the distance, "The superior man acts diligently upon hearing the Dao; the average man wavers between belief and doubt upon hearing the Dao; the inferior man laughs loudly upon hearing the Dao. Without such laughter, he cannot be considered to truly understand the Dao."

"The people of this world are mostly average men, wandering between Dao and non-Dao, becoming impassioned or doubtful after encountering the Great Dao."

"Such people can easily be confused with the superior men who integrate knowledge and action, especially since they consider themselves as such."

Zhao Rong turned, looking at Lingfei who was deep in thought, and chuckled:

"But are they really like the superior men who act decisively upon hearing the Dao?"

He shook his head on his own.

"No, these average men do not fully understand the Great Dao yet firmly believe in it, then they use their half-understood principles and statements to ’preach’ to others, asserting without any real understanding. Such people, who half-understand yet think they’ve grasped the Dao, are even more pitiable than the inferior men who disregard the Great Dao and laugh at it."

Zhao Qian’er muttered: "The superior man who can die happily after hearing the Dao in the morning, the average man whose heart flutters at hearing good words and desires chaos at seeing benefits, the ignorant and arrogant inferior man who mocks the Great Dao..."

The little girl couldn’t help saying, "Rong’er, which type are you?"

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled brightly, unconcerned, "Your Rong’er here is humble, a superior of superiors. I don’t hear the Dao; the Dao comes to hear me."

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