If this treasure hadn't been passed down from generation to generation by their Qingyun Sect, he would have doubted whether the evil cultivator had deliberately left wrong information.
He secretly observed Jiang Buwan all day today. She seemed to be an ordinary mortal, without any evil spirit in her body. Although her temper was a little pretentious, she was not a bad person.
When Xiang Zhihan thought of this, there was a bit of confusion in his eyes. He didn't understand why his path to ascension ended with a love relationship?
He admits that he has never indulged in love in his life, and only pursues the great road. Others are childhood sweethearts, but he is cultivating. If others chase her and run away, he is cultivating. Others are full of love and hate, and he is cultivating. Others are carrying two children together, and he is cultivating. .
Why did it come to an end? What kind of love should he be asked to explore?
If Xiang Zhihan hadn't been so eager to fly, he really wouldn't have wanted to take this job.
In the darkness, he let out a faint sigh, his eyes struggled, and he seemed a bit unwilling. He raised his hand in the air, and the surrounding air became distorted and illusive. Then a red line appeared in the air, and the two ends of the red line were connected. Holding his and Jiang Buwan's wrists.
Xiang Zhihan's eyes were fixed on the red rope connected to his wrist. He condensed a sword in the air, raised the sword and lowered it, intending to cut off the bond between the two. However, the sword passed directly through the red rope without damaging the red rope at all. .
Upon seeing this, Xiang Zhihan put away his sword resignedly, looked at Jiang Buwan on the bed, then at the red rope in the air, and turned back to the chair where he slept.
In the darkness, Jiang Buwan gently opened her eyes and looked at the red rope flying in the air. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and she chuckled. It turned out that the person she was trying to rob was a monk from the lower world.
Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be quite distressed.
The next day, Jiang Buwan was awakened by noises outside the house. Xiang Zhihan was no longer in the room. She was not worried that Xiang Zhihan would run away. After all, there was a red rope around, and she was not the only one who was anxious.
She got out of bed to wash up and dress up, except for her hair. . .
Jiang Buwan pinched a strand of hair that fell down irritably. She finally understood the troubles of being a mortal.
I miss her aura so much.
She worked alone in the room for a long time, and finally tidied up to the point where she could barely see people.
"Sister Wanwan, good morning." Hui Niang greeted Jiang Buwan with a smile. When her eyes fell on Jiang Buwan's hair, she was stunned.
Jiang Buwan touched his hair and asked, "Is there any problem?"
Huiniang shook her head repeatedly and said, "It's not a big problem."
It's just that Sister Wanwan today looks completely different from when she first arrived yesterday.
Jiang Buwan sighed softly, there was nothing she could do, she was naturally handicapped when it came to things like hair embroidery.
In the past, I used a hair tie to tie it up at random. Later, when I became an immortal, I always used other people's hairstyles to make my hair up casually.
Xiang Zhihan came with the morning dew, and the ordinary courtyard looked elegant and unique against his backdrop.
When his deep and deep eyes fell on Jiang Buwan's hair, he paused and stepped forward, bringing with him a burst of cold fragrance, "Your hair?"
Jiang Buwan knew that her hair was badly tied, so he simply blamed the fact that her hand was disabled on her amnesia.
She picked up a strand of loose hair and said aggrievedly, "I forgot how to tie my hair. Husband, am I useless?"
Xiang Zhihan raised his hand to help her tuck the fallen hair behind her ears, and said, "How could it be? You used to be a young lady from a wealthy family. Why do you have to do your own hairpins and clothes?"
Speaking of this, Xiang Zhihan said with a touch of sadness, "It's all me who has brought you trouble."
Jiang Buwan: Good guy, you started acting with me early in the morning. Isn’t it just acting? I'm not inferior to you.
Jiang Buwan raised his hand to cover Xiang Zhihan's mouth, his eyes filled with tears, "Husband, I don't allow you to say that. I am happy to be with you."
Huiniang, who was watching, said with a smile, "Sister Wanwan, you and Dr. Xiang have a really good relationship."
Jiang Buwan smiled slightly when he heard this, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Wanwan, let me help you tie your hair."
"good."
Jiang Buwan lowered his head, and Xiang Zhihan raised his hand to take off the hairpin from her head. His hands, with distinct joints, were thin and long, rolled up her long hair very dexterously, and then fixed it on both sides with the hairpin. .
Jiang Buwan took out a hairpin engraved with ink lotus from his arms and handed it to Xiang Zhihan, "Help me put this hairpin on too."
Xiang Zhihan took the hairpin and asked casually, "Wanwan, your hairpin is thicker than other hairpins."
Jiang Buwan smiled and said, "Really? It's very special."
Xiang Zhihan firmly inserted the hairpin carved with ink lotus into her temples, then put down his hand and said, "Okay."
Huiniang praised, "Doctor Xiang's craftsmanship is really good."
Li Zhi said loudly from a distance, "The food is ready, let's eat."
Hui Niang: "Here we come."
After Huiniang left, Jiang Buwan asked, "Did your husband often tie my hair in the past?"
Xiang Zhihan: "Naturally."
Jiang Buwan's eyes lit up, "Then let my husband take care of my hair from now on. I don't remember it at all now."
Xiang Zhihan responded with a warm voice, "Okay."
"One more thing." Jiang Buwan looked at Xiang Zhihan expectantly, "Huiniang's husband can cook, so my husband must be able to cook, right? Will my husband cook for me every day from now on?"
Xiang Zhihan twirled his fingertips. He wanted to say, he couldn't.
He had been practicing for many years and had never been in the kitchen, but looking at Jiang Buwan's expectant eyes and Li Zhi's example before him, he couldn't say that he didn't know how to do it.
Come to think of it, cooking is not that difficult.
He smiled: "I can, I will cook for Wanwan from now on."
In just one morning, Xiang Zhihan had already taken on two jobs for his future self.
What he never expected was that cooking would become his biggest headache in the future.
Xiang Zhihan and Jiang Buwan had breakfast. Li Zhi said, "There is a family in the town. Their son has passed the exam and they want to move their family. They are anxious to sell their house."
"This is the house where Master Ju Ren lived, so the feng shui must be the same."
Jiang Buwan looked worried and asked, "A house like this must not be cheap, right? Do we still have enough money?"
Xiang Zhihan: "You don't have to worry about money. Although you don't have much money, it's more than enough to buy a house."
Li Zhi took over and said, "His house will be cheaper than usual because he is in a hurry. We will go over and have a look later. If you are satisfied, I will help you negotiate the price."
Xiang Zhihan said, "Thank you, Brother Li."
The house Li Zhikou mentioned was located in the west of the city. The main entrance of the house faced the street. In addition to other residents nearby, there were some relatively quiet businesses, such as cloth shops, treasure shops, teahouses, bookstores, etc. They looked around and saw no doctor. pavilion.
"Husband, if you open a medical clinic here, no one will compete with you."
Li Zhi: "There are only two medical clinics in our town. One is Dr. Wang. He has been treating patients in Qingshui Town for a lifetime and has a high reputation. The other is Dr. Fang. He is younger than Dr. Wang and has poor medical skills. It’s not bad, simple illnesses can be cured.”
