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

Zhao Jinzhou was taken away by the elders of the Yunyin Sword Sect.

Jiang Chu followed Master Xinglan and came to Master Xinglan's cave.

Master Xinglan’s cave is located in the upper reaches of Jiangchu, a rare treasure land.

Jiang Chu looked at the spiritual plants and trees outside the cave that bloomed regardless of the season.

Looking around in curiosity.

After entering the cave, it was clean and tidy.

It is not as magnificent and dazzling as Jiang Chu.

Instead, it has a wabi-sabi feel.

The origin of Wabi-Sabi style seems to be Taoism, which combines the desolate and minimalist style in poetry and ink painting.

Quiet, simple, and integrated into nature.

The only thing that didn't fit in was the portrait of five people hanging on the wall.

The two women and three men laughed wantonly, and the passion of the boys and girls seemed to burst out of the painting.

Jiang Chu kept staring at the painting of five people and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Sit down." Xing Lan said.

Jiang Chu retracted his gaze and sat on the wooden bench at the side.

Xing Lan, dressed in a light blue robe, sat down opposite him.

Her eyes are like stars and her long hair is tied up in a jade crown, even though her life span is over a hundred years.

In Jiang Chu's eyes, Master looked more like an overly mature young man.

"Master, that painting..." Jiang Chu cared a lot about it.

A very inexplicable emotion touched him.

There was a strange flash in Master Xinglan's eyes.

"The young man in the middle is your father when he was young. To the left of your father is me, and to the right of your father is your mother. You have also seen the woman to my right, Yin Yue, the head of the Zhaiyue Peak of Longyin Immortal Mansion."

"The young man on the other side died in that war along with your parents."

"Among the five of us, only the seriously injured me and the dying Yin Yue survived."

Jiang Chu looked at Xing Lan who seemed to be narrating someone else's past.

Lowered eyes.

But he, who was listening to the story, felt indescribably uncomfortable.

"Your puppet tree comes from the branch of the sacred tree, which was left by your father. Only his bloodline, and with full spiritual root attributes, can control the puppet tree."

"The puppet tree has another name, Fusang."

Jiang Chu raised his head suddenly.

Fuso?

Isn’t that a sacred tree?

It is also the sacred tree for the three-legged golden crow to rest.

The fire of the sun cannot burn it, and it seems to be able to connect the three realms of heaven, earth and the underworld.

Jiang Chu got goosebumps.

This book doesn't mention these things.

Seeing Jiang Chu's shocked expression, Xing Lan couldn't help but reach out his hand.

Gently rubbed his head.

[Wang Ba: Congratulations to the host for being patted on the head by Xing Lan, one of the world's most fortunate figures. Lifespan +100]

[Turtle: Lifespan +100]

Another high luck value, that’s right, although Master Xinglan doesn’t play much role in the book.

But he was the one who took action at critical moments, and even died in the end.

It's a character with great sexual tension.

The description of the paper man is ultimately based on imagination.

But what he saw with his own eyes and experienced personally was completely different.

"Don't be afraid, this is not the main body of the Fusang tree, it's just a branch."

"Your puppet tree has five colors in total: green, gold, white, purple, and blue."

"It also represents five abilities: healing, defense, heaven and earth purification, attack, and attribute doubling."

Master Xinglan withdrew his hand.

He continued: "Before the fourth attribute is activated, your puppet tree is the strongest auxiliary."

"After the fourth attribute is activated, you will become the strongest cultivator with both offensive and defensive capabilities."

The strongest?

He couldn't help but think of Si Ling in his mind.

He also asked out loud: "Master, how about Si Ling?"

There was no surprise in Xing Lan's gentle eyes, but a smile: "In a single attack, no one among his peers can match Si Ling."

Jiang Chu pursed his lips: "I still can't beat him."

Xing Lan asked with a smile: "Si Ling is close to you, why are you still thinking about defeating him?"

Jiang Chu felt a little depressed.

"No matter how close they are, can it compare to the deep friendship with his second junior brother?"

"We grew up together. What am I? Just a friend."

Jiang Chu didn't know why he felt so jealous.

Thinking of Si Ling's closeness with that Sheng Yichen, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Master Xinglan shook his head: "Didn't you also grow up with your three brothers?"

"It's different..." Jiang Chu stammered.

Xing Lan would not get involved in the relationships of these juniors, and continued.

"Next, we will strengthen our training for your fourth attribute."

Xinglan gave him a scroll.

Jiang Chu took it and opened the scroll. There were complicated patterns and words on it.

He read aloud:

"1. Secret realm inspires."

"2. Demonic energy is stimulated."

"3. Inspired by obsession."

Xing Lan nodded: "I pieced this together based on some of the trajectories of your father's cultivation."

"I'm not sure which one will stimulate your remaining attributes faster."

"Your father passed away too hastily. Apart from the inheritance in your sea of ​​consciousness, this puppet tree is all that's left."

This was the first time Jiang Chu heard about the inheritance of the sea of ​​consciousness from a second person.

Jiang Chu was very sure that there was no inheritance in his sea of ​​consciousness, only a system.

But it’s hard to say.

Or perhaps, the so-called inheritance is also linked to the system.

After all, the third attribute, purification of heaven and earth, was stimulated by Grandpa Turtle.

"Disciple will follow Master's arrangements in everything." Jiang Chu put away the scroll.

Put it in the mustard bag.

"Jiang Chu, I'm very happy to see that you and the three brothers are back to normal."

"I have also explained to your parents."

Jiang Chu stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Master, for believing in me."

"Well, go back."

Jiang Chu left Xinglan's cave.

After a while, a veiled woman appeared outside his cave.

It was the leader of Zhaiyue Peak, Yinyue.

Watching Jiang Chu's leaving back until he disappeared.

Xing Lan flashed to the pear tree outside the cave.

The white petals fell quietly.

They sat under a tree, Xinglan boiled some water and poured her tea.

Yin Yue took off her veil, revealing a face as cold and clear as the moon, which matched her name very well.

But his expression was filled with sadness.

The white hands twisted the teacup.

The blooming pear blossom petals are reflected in the cup.

She took a sip gently.

Only then did I calm down.

"Brother, you are anxious to let him activate the fourth attribute. Maybe you have a premonition of something?" Yin Yue's voice was also cold.

People who are not familiar with it might get frozen by such cold.

But Xinglan won’t.

His eyes were still calm and gentle as he refilled her tea.

"I hope he can protect himself before anything changes." Xing Lan answered in a proper manner.

Yin Yue had already guessed what was on his mind.

"It's not your fault that you didn't save Brother Jiang back then."

"Brother Xinglan, don't be trapped there any longer."

Xing Lan's hand paused slightly, and he lowered his eyes, looking calm.

In fact, the sourness spread from the tip of the heart to every part of the body.

The pain is unbearable.

"You're still talking about me, what about you? Aren't you also trapped there?"

Xing Lan didn't look at her, and didn't even dare to look into Yin Yue's eyes.

Yin Yue smiled bitterly.

The two were silent for a long time. After a hundred years of living together, they knew each other too well.