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

Xiaojiacun.

What Xinglan saw were two courtyards built with spiritual bamboo next to each other.

There is also a magic stone buried at the door that allows mortals to block their normal cognition.

Pretty smart.

Seeing Xing Lan looking around the bamboo courtyard, Jiang Chu stepped forward to explain: "Master, this is Xiaoer's home. I'm staying here for the night."

When mentioning the waiter, Xing Lan paused again.

He still couldn't accept the fact that a saint let his little disciple serve as a fairy servant.

"Squeak——" the door of the courtyard opened.

Clean and tidy, it is the breath of ordinary people's life.

There are even two bamboo rocking chairs, one large and one small.

Pretty good at enjoying life.

"Who lives next door?" Xing Lan looked towards the courtyard next door. Although she asked, her eyes were fixed firmly on Si Ling.

"Ah, it's Si Ling." Jiang Chu scratched his head.

Only then did Xing Lan feel completely relieved.

Living with a saint and with Si Ling protecting him, it is much safer than staying in the Longyin Immortal Palace.

"It will be difficult for you to return to the sect before the secret realm of Longyin Immortal Mansion is opened." Xing Lan took out a mustard seed bag.

In his slender hands was a mustard bag that was glowing with a faint halo.

"These are the things in your cave, and also the things given to you by your two senior brothers. You can practice here with peace of mind."

Jiang Chu took the mustard seed bag.

"Thank you, Master. Please thank my brother for me."

Xinglan left under the cover of night.

The waiter has gone to boil some water.

The kettle on the fire was bubbling with steam, and the smoke from the burning wood was curling up.

The waiter sat by the fire, reading and fanning himself.

After temporarily settling Si Ling down, Jiang Chu sat next to the waiter.

"Xiaoer, how did you become a saint?"

The waiter put away the book and smiled at Jiang Chu: "It was a blessing in disguise. At that time, the fire was spreading and I was only thinking about putting out the fire. Suddenly, my whole body was filled with a strange force, and that's it."

Jiang Chu had some complaints in his eyes: "You didn't tell me either."

"From now on, don't be a servant. Look at my master's reaction. He looks at me like a madman."

The waiter was a little helpless, but continued to insist patiently: "Master, perhaps you have never understood one thing."

Jiang Chu looked puzzled: "What's the matter?"

The waiter's eyes reflected Jiang Chu's face clearly and brightly:

"I was your servant first, and then I became a saint."

"Instead of me being a saint from the beginning and becoming your servant."

"If I must say, then this saint of mine was created by the young master."

Jiang Chu jumped up and waved his hands hastily: "It has nothing to do with me. It's obviously your own good fortune."

The waiter sighed, not in a hurry to let Jiang Chu adapt to his current self.

Jiang Chu was a little evasive and ran to Si Ling's yard.

Si Ling was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard to recover his spiritual strength.

Seeing that he was regulating his breathing, Jiang Chu also walked lightly, pulled out a bamboo stool and sat down.

Holding her chin, she looked at Si Ling carefully in the moonlight.

A bamboo forest made of lotus-colored brocade embroidered with dark silver threads sparkled with dark light under the moonlight.

He is extremely handsome, with a face as distinct as a sculpture.

The pale peach-colored thin curved lips make her look even sexier against her fair skin.

His shoulders were broad as he sat cross-legged, and his long, inky black hair moved gently in the wind.

The wind was filled with the scent of osmanthus flowers, which came from somewhere, so rich and fragrant that it intoxicated people.

What the wind carries is not only the fragrance of flowers, but also the ignorant thoughts of an eighteen-year-old boy.

Jiang Chu watched in fascination, and only when Si Ling finished his training did he turn his head away and start looking around.

Si Ling slowly stood up and walked towards Jiang Chu step by step.

Stand in front of him and bend slightly.

Looking at Si Ling who suddenly came up to him.

Jiang Chu's heart was pounding, but his eyes kept moving downwards.

Look from the straight nose to the thin lips in pale peach color.

His limbs felt slightly numb, his back was stiff, and his hands on the bamboo table were slightly clenched.

Si Ling just gently picked off the dead leaves on his head.

Bounced gently with the wind.

I pulled the bamboo chair next to him and sat down next to him.

He placed his hand gently on the bamboo table, and stroked the back of Jiang Chu's hand with the back of his hand.

[Wang Ba: He gently touches the back of your hand, life span +9]

Jiang Chu was startled by the system and retracted his hand reflexively.

He stood up again and said, "I'll go see if the waiter has boiled the water."

Jiang Chu didn't give Si Ling any chance to refute. He whoosh, climbed over the bamboo wall and came to the waiter's yard.

The waiter had just poured the bath water and saw Jiang Chu turning over in panic.

There was some surprise on his face: "Master."

"Hmm..." Jiang Chu scratched his neck.

The waiter pointed to the side room and said, "Master, take a shower. The foul blood of the demons will still affect your body."

Jiang Chu nodded, not daring to be careless anymore. He went into the side room and began to take off his clothes.

"Splash—" Jiang Chu jumped into the wooden barrel.

I didn’t notice that there was a screen on the left, and inside the screen, there was a wooden barrel.

The warm water soaked his body, making him feel comfortable and all the pores opened up.

Outside the door, the waiter also left hot water for Si Ling.

He shouted across the bamboo wall: "Si Ling, there is still some hot water."

Jiang Chu was enjoying a comfortable bath when there was a knock on the door of the side room. Jiang Chu thought it was the waiter bringing him clothes.

Then he shouted indistinctly: "Put your underwear on the screen."

Si Lingwei had no choice but to take the underwear from Xiaoer and gently pushed the door open.

"bump--"

He closed the door casually.

He hung Jiang Chu's inner clothes on the screen and walked towards the other wooden barrel beside the screen.

Start to take off your clothes slowly.

People who practice Taoism have sharp ears and eyes. Jiang Chu was startled and held his breath.

Through the thin silk screen, one can roughly see a broad and strong figure.

"Si...Si Ling?"

Jiang Chu was very sure that it was Si Ling, but he still asked instinctively.

"Well, the waiter said he boiled a lot of water and asked me to wash myself. Demon blood can easily corrode the meridians."

Jiang Chu nodded: "Oh."

Then he buried himself in the wooden barrel.

It feels like all of the body's senses have been magnified dozens of times.

Si Ling's every move passed through his ears.

"Splash--" the sound of water was amplified in the wooden barrel.

Thinking of that broad and strong chest, and the time when he pressed her down in the Li family's immortal palace and she called him "husband" shamefully.

Jiang Chu realized that he was not up to the task and had a reaction.

He was so distracted that he couldn't even take a bath.

He wanted to slap himself to death: Jiang Chu, wake up!

Please wake up!

He exhaled several deep breaths quietly and tiptoed out of the barrel.

Cover your body with your inner garment.

"Si Ling, I'm done washing. I'll go out first." Jiang Chu put on his shoes and walked out as if escaping.

In the yard, the bamboo table was filled with wine and food.

Jiang Chu looked at him with some confusion.

The waiter just smiled faintly: "Today is the anniversary of my mother's death. If you and Si Ling don't mind, let's have a few drinks together."

Jiang Chu saw that he looked normal, walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

He pulled out a bamboo chair and sat down.

The waiter looked down and saw that Jiang Chu's hair had not been dried using spiritual power, and was about to do it himself.

Then I saw Si Ling coming out, fully dressed.

And went straight to Jiang Chu's location.

The waiter withdrew his hand, left the seat free, and started pouring wine for Jiang Chu and Si Ling.

Si Ling stood behind Jiang Chu, his hand gently placed on the top of his head.

The spiritual power was slowly output, drying the wet black hair.

Jiang Chu felt Si Ling's unique aura behind and above his head, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

The waiter pretended not to see and poured himself a glass of wine.

There was a hint of smile in his drooping eyes.