After observing the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong, Kou Yingjie naturally paid special attention to the middle-aged woman who wore a plain outfit and had a cold face. The woman had a wavy hairstyle, making her look exceptionally elegant. Her forehead was wide, and her eyebrows were in the shape of willow leaves. The color was slightly light and sparse, and her eyes were slightly triangular. They were neither too big nor too small, and the black and white were clearly defined. Her nose bridge was straight and pretty, and her two thin lips were tightly pursed together.
Perhaps her actual age was the same as that middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong. Although her actual age was definitely not what she looked like, to be honest, she did look like she was only 37 or 38 years old. At most, she was 40 years old. It would definitely not make people think that she was over 50 years old.
The middle-aged woman was about forty years old. Although she was already in her late middle age and her youth was far away from them, she had a charming mature charm that was far from what young girls could reach.
Their every frown, smile, or casual glance with deep affection could give the people around them a particularly deep understanding and feeling. If a woman of this age had a rather outstanding appearance, then she would appear even more charming.
Unfortunately, there was no smile on the plain face of this woman. If she stood still in the distance, she would be like a real wax statue displayed in a wax museum. Although she was very beautiful, she was too rigid. However, this cold expression was not deliberately put on by this woman. It was just an extremely ordinary expression that she was born with. This was something that others could not understand and could not understand. Therefore, it was even more impossible to imitate.
In short, after carefully sizing up this cold-faced woman and then looking at the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong, you would feel that the two of them were really very compatible. They were not just compatible, they were simply a match made in heaven. Although it seemed so, it was difficult for Jiang Yuntian to guess whether the two of them were really husband and wife.
Up until now, Jiang Yuntian seemed to be able to determine with a single glance that the blue-robed middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong was the biological father of the Tong couple. This was because he could find many similarities between the three of them based on their appearances. However, when he carefully examined the cold-faced woman with the stacked conch hairstyle, Jiang Yuntian could not find any similarities between her and the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong.
Three bright octagonal crystal lamps were hanging in the air above the cabin. Beside the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong, there were two standing lamps on the left and right of the elevated platform. The lamp wicks were soaked in pine resin, and long green sparks were burning on them.
The two lights were already very bright. Coupled with the transparent crystal cover carved with empty flowers, the two standing lights looked like a pair of luminous pearls from afar.
The woman stretched out her fair and tender left hand and grabbed the right sleeve of the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong. She gently lifted it up, and then a pair of slender fingers on her right hand repeatedly moved the meridians on the blue-robed man surnamed Tong's wrist.
Jiang Yuntian suddenly noticed a very strange phenomenon. After carefully observing for a while, he realized that every time the woman's slender fingers moved from top to bottom, two black-purple meridians would appear on the blue-robed man's right wrist. When the woman completely moved her fingers away from the wrist, the two meridians returned to normal. As the woman's finger moved back and forth, the two black-purple Qi Paths also appeared and disappeared. This situation was indeed extremely strange!
After a short while, the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong began to groan deeply from his nose.
He seemed to be enduring an extremely unbearable pain. The only reason why he said that was because it could be seen from his tightly knitted brows. This continued for about ten times before the blue-robed man temporarily withdrew his right hand and then replaced it with his left hand. The woman did the same thing as when she massaged her right hand.
Jiang Yuntian noticed that this woman did not have an easy time handling this kind of work. As time passed, beads of sweat started to form on her cheeks and forehead.
After a while, the Tong siblings also rose from their seats and stood beside the blue-robed middle-aged scholar with the surname Tong, watching with concern.
The middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong suddenly snorted and said with a hint of care,"Alright, you should rest for a while! Don't overwork yourself."
When the woman heard this, she nodded slightly and took a few steps back. She sat down on a wooden chair behind her. Before she could sit down, she quickly raised a hand and gently wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeve.
"Father, let me try it too?" Tong Xiaowei said innocently.”As she spoke, she wanted to move her hand to imitate the woman's technique, but the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong shook his head and gently waved his right hand to stop her.
Tong Xiaowei said coquettishly,"Father, I also know how to do this kind of massage. Let me try!”
The middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong was not moved by his daughter's coquettishness. His expression darkened and he sneered,"Ignorant, do you think this is a test? I know that your family heirloom inner force has already achieved some success, but this kind of 'Heaven and Earth Thunderclap Finger' martial art has extremely high requirements for execution. If you don't have enough skill, once you don't use it properly, not only will it have no effect on me, but it will also cause great harm to you! Quickly step aside!"
After being reprimanded by her father, Tong Xiaowei pouted her lips and glanced at the cold-faced woman in plain clothes. She said unhappily,"If Zheng Liyun can do it, why can't I?”
The middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong was furious and scolded,"How unreasonable! In the future, you can't call your elders by their names. Moreover, you've only cultivated for a few years. How can you compare to your Aunt Zheng's profound cultivation? You ignorant little girl!"
Tong Xiaowei was scolded by her father and did not say anything else. However, from the expression on her pretty face, she still looked very unconvinced.
Only then did Jiang Yuntian know that the cold-faced middle-aged woman's surname was Shen. From the tone of the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong, it seemed that he held her in high regard. It could be seen that this middle-aged woman's martial arts should be very outstanding. Moreover, based on the way she addressed him, it was more or less possible to guess her identity. Since she was called "Aunt", this middle-aged woman was very likely a side room of the middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong.
The cold-faced woman surnamed Zheng listened to the conversation between the father and daughter. Her face was expressionless, and her lips were tightly shut without saying a word. It was as if the entire matter had nothing to do with her.
The middle-aged scholar surnamed Tong turned to look at his son, Tong Zhongwu, and asked,""Has Mr. Qiu returned from his business?”
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