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

Jiang Chu took off his outer coat that was stained black by himself, and also took off his inner clothes, but he did not take off his underwear.

Slowly went into the water.

Si Ling was at the easternmost end, and he was at the westernmost end.

Face him head on.

Si Ling also followed his wish. He couldn't do anything to him now anyway. He couldn't bear it if he got too close to him.

I simply closed my eyes and stopped looking and thinking.

The cool Tianchi Lake calmed Si Ling’s restless heart.

Jiang Chu saw Si Ling leaning against the stone wall with his eyes closed and ignoring him.

There is a slight sense of loss in my heart.

But soon, he was so tired that he forgot the loss.

Yawning one after another.

When Jiang Chu began to breathe evenly, Si Ling also opened his eyes.

Helplessly, she lifted the person up and dried his body and hair.

Their clothes were extremely dirty and Jiang Chu was sleeping soundly.

Si Ling didn't want to wake him up either.

He could only take out his unworn underwear and put it on Jiang Chu. It was so loose and bulky that he looked like a child who had stolen adult clothes.

After putting the two sets of dirty clothes into the mustard bag.

He carried Jiang Chu horizontally and flew towards the dense forest outside Xiaojia Village.

He put down the Double Dragon Sword, hugged the person in his arms, and walked towards the bamboo courtyard in Xiaojia Village step by step.

Jiang Chu was placed on the bamboo bed and covered with a quilt.

I found the elder myself.

In the jade slip.

The elder's smiling eyes appeared: "Hey, little A Ling, what do you want to talk to me about?"

When Zhao Jinzhou, who was practicing with the elder, heard Si Ling's name, he moved his face closer.

"Hi, Senior Brother Si~" Zhao Jinzhou waved his hand.

Si Ling nodded slightly, his expression still indifferent.

"Elder, I have a strange thing here and I want to ask you for advice."

The elder became interested: "Hey, what can arouse the interest of our little A Ling?"

"tell me the story."

"A mortal, without spiritual roots, but able to burst out with supernatural powers in a critical moment, does such a thing exist?" Si Ling had never encountered such a situation.

I don’t want Jiang Chu to worry about Xiao Er all the time.

So he asked the elder who had lived for over five hundred years.

If the elders don’t know, there will be even fewer people in the world who know this.

The elder nodded and said, "Yes, more than three hundred years ago, there was a blacksmith who devoted himself to studying iron forging and refining tools. He became a saint through refining tools, and he is what you call the Weapon Refining Ancestor now."

"Your Shuanglong Sword was made by him."

"If you have never practiced, but are obsessed with something and become proficient in the thing you are obsessed with, you will become a saint."

“But the conditions for a mortal to become a saint are too harsh…it may take even a thousand years for one to emerge.” The elder waved his hand.

"Mortals have always had weak willpower. The temptations and pressures of the world are too strong. Few people can study one thing with determination."

Si Ling had a rough guess in his mind.

Seeing Si Ling’s thoughtful look, the elder’s eyes gleamed with brilliance.

"Si Ling, you haven't found a saint, have you? Where is he?!" the elder was excited.

I just picked up a top-grade golden spiritual root. Could it be possible that I can pick up another saint?

Looking at the elder's excited face, he did not respond: "Thank you, elder."

With a snap, he hung up the jade slip and put it away.

The elder on the other end was scratching his head and saying, "This brat! This brat! Is he trying to suffocate me to death?"

Zhao Jinzhou came up from the side and said, "Master, is the saint very powerful?"

The elder nodded and said, "There are billions of mortals in the world, and they are born, grow old, get sick, and die. Among these billions of mortals, only one saint appears in a thousand years. Don't you think it's amazing?"

"It's the weapon-refining ancestor I just told you about. His products are not only spiritual weapons, but now they are even more extraordinary. I heard that he has refined an immortal weapon."

Zhao Jinzhou was also shocked: "Is he still alive? Isn't the human body only able to live for a hundred years?"

The elder's eyes were filled with envy: "Saints do not need to practice, doing what they are dedicated to is practicing, they are blessed by nature and can last forever."

"Eternal?! Doesn't that mean eternal immortality?!" Zhao Jinzhou exclaimed!

"I don't know how long it can last, because all the saints have ascended. Right now, this weapon refiner is obsessed with not refining the weapon he is most satisfied with, so he has not ascended yet."

Zhao Jinzhou was so shocked that he was speechless.

Si Ling couldn't sleep.

He took out the magical bamboo and made two bamboo rocking chairs.

He took the bigger one for himself and left the smaller one next to Jiang Chu.

The sky above the bamboo courtyard was full of twinkling stars, and he was thinking about the elder's words.

saint.

Has Xiao Er become a saint?

Or are there other opportunities?

“Squeak, squeak, squeak—”

The rocking chair made a gentle sound.

"Squeak--" the door of the bamboo courtyard was pushed open.

A man in an ordinary cotton and linen grey robe stood outside the door.

His expression was as calm as ever when he saw Si Ling in the yard.

He just nodded slightly: "Master Si is here, my young master is back too, right?"

But what Si Ling saw was that Xiao Er's appearance had not changed.

But there was a faint golden light surrounding his body, which became brighter in the darkness.

The surrounding aura also changed completely.

If he hadn't pushed the door open, he wouldn't have noticed anyone approaching.

Is this a saint?

Si Ling's eyes did not change, and he did not stand up.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Xiao Er nodded.

Sitting on a bamboo stool at the side: "I don't know what method Xiao Yuer used to knock me out."

"When I woke up again, the book in my hand was burned by fire and I woke up in pain."

"Looking at the flames all over the sky, I was anxious for a moment, and just wanted to put out the fire, and suddenly a surge of power surged into my body."

"The fire was out, Xiao Yuer was nowhere to be found, and I was taken away by a man carrying two hammers."

"It took me a lot of effort to get back." Xiao Er glanced at the bamboo house.

The layout is exactly the same as my own home, only the materials are different.

Si Ling nodded: "You have transcended your mortal body now, and the five major sects will all be vying to recruit you. Do you still want to follow Jiang Chu as a servant?"

Xiao Er showed a gentle smile on his face: "Yeah."

"I've said it before, I don't seek immortality, nor fame or fortune."

Si Ling couldn't see through Xiao Er, but he could feel his sincerity towards Jiang Chu.

He closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Xiao Er didn't feel embarrassed and closed the door.

Go straight to the side room of the bamboo house.

The tables, chairs, stools and even the bed in the side room were all made of Lingzhu.

The waiter could feel the faint spiritual power coming from above.

His expression was slightly warm.

Walking out of the door, he asked somewhat embarrassedly: "Master Si, do you have any daily necessities?"

"I'm afraid it won't work after the young master gets up."

Si Ling opened his eyes and waved the mustard bag. There were pots, pans, buckets, quilts, teapots, teacups, and even a charcoal stove.

It was piled up like a small hill.

Si Ling looked at Xiao Er's face, which was still the same as always, and said softly, "From now on, call me Si Ling."

Xiao Er smiled faintly: "Thank you, Si...Si Ling."

Si Ling nodded.

Xiao Er was fine, and he felt relieved.

In this way, Jiang Chu won’t have to be sad.

I glanced sideways at the waiter, who was moving things in the originally empty courtyard.

And slowly I am enveloped by the breath of life.

After finishing all this.

The waiter lit a kerosene lamp on the table.

I rummaged through my pockets and remembered that all my books were burned.

He walked step by step to stand in front of Si Ling.

"Si Ling, do you have any books? Can you lend them to me?"

Si Ling waved his hand again, and a mountain of books appeared.

Xiao Er's eyes lit up, different from the indifference just now.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with excitement.

Even the tone of voice rose: "Thank you!"

Xiao Er held these books like treasures and placed them on his bed.

From the first page you open, it feels like a stone pillar.

Apart from turning the pages, he did not move.

It was as if he was trapped in some strange aura where his mind was free from all distractions, and a faint golden light began to linger around him.

Si Ling couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Is this a saint?