I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

Jiang Chu, looking at the more than one year that he had left, felt very happy and his steps became lighter.

He came to Si Ling's door and wanted to knock, but he retracted his hand and extended it again.

Just when he made up his mind to knock on the door, the door slowly opened as if it had sensed something.

The sound of "creaky" echoed in the quiet air.

When Jiang Chu saw that the person who opened the door was Si Ling, a light of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Si~" His voice was coquettish, and he seemed to be testing the other party's reaction.

Si Ling looked at Jiang Chu and saw that he had recovered so well. His scarlet clothes looked like a blooming scarlet magnolia in spring.

You can't help but look at it more.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Jiang Chu was secretly excited by this simple response.

He felt that his relationship with Si Ling had improved greatly.

He felt that Si Ling might have begun to accept him.

If he could become Si Ling's good friend, or even brother, then they would be inseparable.

Not to mention touching arms or something, even a big hug from a brother wouldn't be too much, right?

If our relationship was better, we could have slept in the same bed.

"hey-hey……"

Jiang Chu was planning silently in his mind. He was determined to strike while the iron was hot and never let their relationship cool down.

He turned sideways with a smile, Si Ling took a step forward, and Jiang Chu followed closely behind.

The two people's steps seemed to have reached a silent synchronization.

"Brother Si, thank you so much for yesterday." Jiang Chu's tone was full of sincerity.

"No need." Si Ling's answer was brief and cold.

“No, no, no, Brother Si, I really appreciate it.”

Jiang Chu persisted, his voice full of sincerity, he was sincerely thanking Si Ling.

"Yeah." Si Ling's answer was still brief, but there was a hint of softness in his eyes.

……

Behind Jiang Chu and Si Ling, Xiao Yuer's figure was almost ignored by everyone.

His eyes were fixed on the two figures walking side by side.

The scarlet robe and lavender gown are intertwined like a flowing painting.

But in Xiao Yuer's eyes, it seemed particularly glaring.

"Jiang Chu's intentions are not pure. We must not let A Ling fall into his trap."

"If Si Ling has someone else by his side, then what does he count as?"

Xiao Yuer clenched his fists, his eyes like a poisonous snake.

……

Bun shop.

On the busy street, the appearance of Jiang Chu and Si Ling was like a beautiful landscape, attracting the attention of all passers-by.

They have extraordinary temperament and their own aura, which makes people involuntarily look at them with curiosity and amazement.

As soon as the shop owner saw the two distinguished guests, he immediately perked up, put on a warm smile on his face, and hurried forward to greet them.

He knew that these two guests were extraordinary.

"My dear friends, is it still the same as before?" the shop owner asked respectfully, with an expectant tone.

Si Ling nodded slightly, and replied in a deep and magnetic voice: "Yeah."

Jiang Chu also smiled and nodded, indicating the same.

Si Ling walked into the store first, but Jiang Chu did not follow immediately.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from the mustard bag. The small porcelain bottle was very transparent in the morning light and it was obvious that it was of great value.

Last time in the store, Jiang Chu overheard the boss mention his wife's illness.

He kept it in mind.

From that day on, he had been searching for a magical elixir suitable for mortals to take that could cure a variety of diseases.

Fortunately, he found such a pill in the mustard bag of the original owner Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu's mustard bag was filled with all kinds of treasures, each of which was priceless.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but sigh that although his original self Jiang Chu sometimes behaved stupidly, his heroism and generosity were unmatched.

The small porcelain bottle exudes a faint medicinal fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

He put it in the boss's arms and whispered in his ear:

"There are five pills in this pill. I don't know how many people are in your family, but no matter how old or young, as long as you take this pill, all your illnesses will be cured."

"Although you are still a mortal, you can die of old age without any illness." Jiang Chu gave a kind blessing.

The boss was stunned.

Looking at those beautiful and clear eyes like a deer.

He was a rough man, his eyes turned red, he wiped his tears, and fell to his knees.

Jiang Chu was startled by this sudden action. He quickly reached out and pulled the shop owner up with gentle but firm strength.

"That's not necessary!" His voice was filled with fear.

“It’s fate between you and me.”

Jiang Chu looked around and reminded the shop owner: "Don't let the people around you think of you."

His voice was low and full of warning.

"Remember, it is a crime to possess a treasure. Don't tell your family about this. Just let them eat it quietly."

The rough man stood up, wiped his tears, choked up, and couldn't utter a word for a while.

He was choking with gratitude but couldn't find the right words to express it. He just stood there, at a loss.

Jiang Chu patted his shoulder gently and eased the tense atmosphere with a relaxed tone:

"Hehe, who made you make such delicious buns?"

His playful tone soothed him and put him at ease.

"People who don't use bad meat to make buns will be blessed~" Jiang Chu smiled and moved away.

Jiang Chu stepped into the bun shop, and the noise in the shop seemed to temporarily quiet down the moment they entered.

They walked to the middle of the store, where there was a seat reserved for them.

This table was specially reserved for them by the restaurant. No one will sit at this table even if there are a lot of people.

Jiang Chu sat next to Si Ling without hesitation.

Si Ling turned around, looked at Jiang Chu with a complicated expression and asked, "Do you like eating buns?"

The misery of his childhood flashed across Jiang Chu's eyes, and his voice was low:

"When I was a kid, what I looked forward to most was the meat buns I had every two weeks, made from blood neck."

Si Ling frowned slightly, apparently unfamiliar with the term "blood neck": "What is blood neck?"

Jiang Chu waved his hand gently, seemingly unwilling to talk about the past:

"Let's not talk about it, Brother Si, don't you think the buns in this store are super super delicious?"

Si Ling's eyes fell on Jiang Chu's face, then turned to the buns on the table.

He narrated calmly: "Well, the meat in this shop is the freshest hind leg meat every day, and the bun skin is freshly made, so the final product is soft, fragrant and fresh."

But he didn't come here because the buns were delicious.

Si Ling looked down at the buns on the plate and ate another one, continuing to eat them for several years in a row.

No matter how delicious the buns are, they will become boring after a while.

They, the cultivators, practice fasting, so they can eat or not to satisfy their appetite.

Jiang Chu didn't notice anything strange in Si Ling's eyes. His eyes were full of surprise as if he had found a confidant.

He agreed with Si Ling's words: "Yes, this bun is really delicious and unforgettable."

The lingering fragrance of the bun slowly dissipates in the mouth with the last bite.

Jiang Chu and Si Ling walked out of the bun shop side by side and stepped onto the mortal streets in the early morning.

The sunlight shines through the thin clouds and falls on them. Young boys, scarlet and purple, walk side by side.

Smoke rises from the chimneys of every household, interweaving with the morning mist, forming a tranquil yet vivid picture.

On the streets, men and women began a new day of busy work, their faces filled with passion for life and longing for the future.

The backs of Jiang Chu and Si Ling gradually merged into the mortal world.

Si Ling's eyes, which were usually cold, seemed to be illuminated by the morning light at this moment, sprinkled with a layer of warm light, and became a little softer.

Once upon a time, Si Ling was always tired of the hustle and bustle of the world and felt that the troubles were incompatible with himself.

But now, when he and Jiang Chu walked together in this mortal world.

He actually discovered that there was a unique flavor in this hustle and bustle, a kind of atmosphere belonging to the daily life of the world.

Their pace was not hurried, but rather slowed naturally to the rhythm of their surroundings.

Jiang Chu would tell Si Ling some interesting stories from time to time, or point to snacks on a stall, with childlike curiosity and excitement in his eyes.

As Si Ling listened to Jiang Chu's words, his eyes gradually softened and he began to enjoy the feeling of walking with Jiang Chu.

Suddenly Si Ling spoke up:

"Do you know the origin of the ordinary Bailingdan?"

Jiang Chu was slightly startled, and looked at him awkwardly: "You know everything?"

Si Ling looked at him, his eyes spoke for themselves.

Jiang Chu scratched his head: "I just want to eat his buns for a few more years. I'm afraid he will close the shop."

"What is the origin of the Bailingdan?"

Si Ling's eyes became somewhat distant: "Many years ago, a cultivator was injured by the demons and fell to the human world. A tea-picking girl saved him."

"At this time, he didn't know that she was seriously ill and would not live long, and she didn't know that he was not an ordinary person, but a monk."

"As they spent more and more time together, they gradually developed feelings for each other."

"After the monk recovered from his injury, the woman, who was dying, cruelly drove him out."

"The monk didn't understand human love, and thought he was not liked by the woman, so he left sadly."

Jiang Chu's heart was lifted: "What happened to that woman later?"

Seeing the sadness in Jiang Chu's eyes, Si Ling continued:

"Later, the monk could no longer suppress his longing for her and secretly went to see the tea-picking girl. He then learned that she was seriously ill and would not live long. Every day, she held a wooden sculpture that the monk had left behind when he left to ease her longing."

"The monk felt mixed emotions and did not go forward. Instead, he returned to the sect and asked the elders for medicine."

"But the elder warned him that there is a difference between immortals and mortals. Moreover, the mortal body cannot withstand any refined pills, especially those who are seriously ill and weak. Even if they lick a pill from the cultivation world, they will explode and die immediately."

Jiang Chu's heart felt like he was punched. "That's true. Mortals' physiques haven't been tempered by spiritual power. Let alone licking a mouthful, many sick and weak mortals can't bear the fragrance of the top-grade elixir."

This is also easy to explain. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. The same is true for spiritual power.

Spiritual power can help cultivators achieve great success, but the prerequisite is that they temper their bodies, practice and polish themselves, and be able to withstand this spiritual power.

The human body is like paper. Once spiritual power enters, the consequences will be disastrous.

Jiang Chu asked anxiously: "What happened next?"

"What happened to that woman afterwards?"

Seeing that he was anxious, Si Ling's eyes flashed with a hint of tenderness that he himself could hardly notice.

He said quietly, "Later, the cultivator knelt in front of the gate of the Jade Pool and kowtowed 10,000 times before he obtained a recipe for the common Bailing Pill that could be used by ordinary mortals."

"The master of Biluo Yaochi assisted him in refining three of them, thinking of his infatuation. This is how the tea-picking girl was able to survive on her deathbed."

Jiang Chu's heart dropped heavily: "It's okay, it's okay!"

"Then, did the monk and the tea picker get together?" Jiang Chu looked at Si Ling with sparkling eyes.

There was a flash of sadness in Si Ling's eyes, but he nodded: "Yes, we are together."

A smile appeared on Jiang Chu's face.

"That's great! God will not let down the infatuated lovers!"

"I didn't expect that a cultivator would be such an infatuated person. Every cultivator values ​​dignity and face more than anything else. He kowtowed ten thousand times in front of the gate of Biluo Yaochi."

“It’s really hard to come by.”

"In fact, sometimes I don't really understand how deep the love must be to be willing to sacrifice one's life for another."

Jiang Chu has no experience in love, and the only person in this world for whom he can do anything, even die, is his brother.

The deep feelings between him and his brother were cultivated by him being pulled out of the abyss time and time again.

There are few people in this world as unlucky as him, right?

It feels like most people live in the sunshine, their parents are alive and well, and their friends are friendly.

Si Ling looked at him deeply.

"Some emotions may be destined with just one glance."

"Just like some emotions, even if they last for thousands of years, they still cannot begin."

Jiang Chu was pulled back by his words.

I scratched my head, not quite understanding.

Does love at first sight really exist? Jiang Chu has never experienced it.

The hustle and bustle around seemed to disappear, leaving only the crimson figure and the lavender figure.

In front of him was a desolate land in the mortal world. Si Ling waved his hand and the Double Dragon Sword appeared at his feet.

Jiang Chu offered up his own sapling.

Looking at the green little tree, Jiang Chu didn't dare to despise it this time. He stroked his puppet tree with joy.

"Brother Si, do you think my little sapling will become famous in the world in the future?"

Jiang Chu didn't expect that although the sapling had little attack power, it could actually bewitch the spirit beast to become a cute pet, and even protect him when others attacked him.

I really didn't realize it before. Puppet Trees are mostly used as auxiliary. For example, when going demon hunting with the brothers, they usually serve as the responsibility of replenishing physical strength and repairing wounds.

This is the first time I have seen a sapling have such an effect.

Si Ling looked at him and said seriously, "It's only a matter of time before you become famous all over the world."

"There are absolutely no mediocre people among the descendants of the Jiang family."