If it weren't for the fact that this treasure was a treasure that had been passed down through the generations of their Qingyun Sect, he would have wondered if it was the wrong information deliberately left by the evil cultivators.

He secretly observed Jiang Fei all day today, she looked like an ordinary mortal, there was no evil spirit on her body, although her temperament was a little made, but she was not a wicked person.

Xiang Zhihan thought of this, his eyes showed a little confusion, he didn't understand, why his ascension path was so bad that it was a relationship?

He thinks that he has never indulged in love in his life, he only seeks the avenue, others have no guesses, he is cultivating, others you chase her and escape, he is cultivating, others love and hate each other, he is cultivating, others have two children, he is cultivating.

Why is it coming to an end, let him investigate what kind of relationship?

If it weren't for Xiang Zhihan's eagerness, he really didn't want to take this job.

In the darkness, he sighed faintly, his eyes struggled, and he seemed to be a little unwilling, he raised his hand to volley a little, the air around him distorted and illusory, and then a red line appeared in the air, and the two ends of the red line connected his and Jiang Butai's wrists.

Xiang Zhihan's eyes stared at the red rope attached to his wrist, he condensed a sword in the air, and his hand rose and fell, intending to cut off the bond between the two, but the sword passed directly through the red rope and did not hurt the red rope at all.

Seeing this, Xiang Zhihan resigned himself to putting away his sword, looked at Jiang Buwan on the bed, looked at the red rope in the air, and turned back to the chair where he was sleeping.

In the dark, Jiang Buwan gently opened her eyes, looking at the red rope flying in the air, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and chuckled, it turned out that her target was a monk from the lower realm.

Looking at him, he seems to be quite distressed.

The next day, Jiang Buwan was woken up by the noise outside the house, Xiang Zhihan was no longer in the room, she was not worried that Xiang Zhihan would run, after all, there was a red rope, and she was not the only one who was in a hurry.

She got out of bed to wash and make up, but this hair...

Jiang Bu was irritable and pinched a strand of hair that had fallen down, she understood the trouble of being a mortal.

I miss her aura so much.

She spent a long time in the room alone, and finally cleaned up to the point where she could barely see people.

"Sister Wanwan, good morning." Hui Niang greeted Jiang Buwan with a smile, and when her gaze fell on Jiang Buwan's hair, she froze.

Jiang Buwan touched his hair and asked, "Is there any problem?" ”

Hui Niang shook her head again and again and said, "It's not a big problem. ”

It's just that today's Sister Wanwan looks very different from when she first came yesterday.

Jiang Buwan sighed lightly, there was no way, for such a thing as hair embroidery, she was born with a crippled hand.

In the past, he used to tie up a hairband at random, and later he cultivated immortals, all with other people's hairstyles and pinched tricks casually.

Xiang Zhihan came with morning dew, and the ordinary courtyard looked elegant and chic against his background.

When his deep and deep eyes fell on Jiang Buwan's hair, he paused, stepped forward, and brought a burst of cold incense, "Your hair? ”

Jiang Butai knew that her hair was very bad, so he simply blamed the fact that her hand was crippled to her amnesia.

She picked up a strand of loose hair and said aggrievedly, "I forgot how to curl my hair." Husband, am I useless? ”

Xiang Zhihan raised his hand to help her pin the broken hair that fell behind her ear, and said, "How come?" In the past, you were a young lady from a big family, why do you have to do hairpin dressing? ”

Speaking of this, Xiang Zhihan's words were faintly sad, "It's all because I'm tired of you." ”

Jiang is not late: Good guy, you acted with me early in the morning, isn't it acting? I don't lose to you.

Jiang Buwan raised his hand to cover Xiang Zhihan's mouth, his eyes were full of waves, "Husband, I don't allow you to say that, I am all happy to be with my husband." ”

Hui Niang, who was watching from the sidelines, smiled and said, "Sister Wanwan, the relationship between you and Dr. Xiang is really good. ”

Jiang Buwan smiled lightly when he heard this, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Evening, I'll help you tie your hair."

"Okay."

Jiang Buwan lowered his head, Xiang Zhihan raised his hand to take off the bead hairpin on her head, his hand, with distinct bones, was thin and long, and he pulled up her long hair very dexterously, and then fixed it on both sides with bead hairpins.

Jiang Buwan took out a hairpin carved with ink lotus from his arms and handed it to Xiang Zhihan, "Help me put this hairpin on it." ”

Xiang Zhihan took the hairpin and asked as if unintentionally, "Wanwan, your hairpin is thicker than other hairpins." ”

Jiang Buwan smiled and said, "Really? It's special. ”

Xiang Zhihan firmly inserted the hairpin carved with ink lotus into her cloud temples, then put down his hand and said, "Okay." ”

Hui Niang praised, "Doctor Xiang's craftsmanship is really good. ”

Li Zhi said in a loud voice in the distance, "The meal is ready, eat." ”

Hui Niang: "It's here." ”

After Huiniang left, Jiang Butai asked, "Did my husband often give me hair in the past?" ”

Xiang Zhihan: "Naturally. ”

Jiang Buwan's eyes lit up, "After that, my hair will be taken care of by my husband, I don't remember it at all now." ”

Xiang Zhi replied with a warm voice, "Okay." ”

"One more thing." Jiang looked at Xiang Zhihan expectantly, "Hui Niang's husband can cook, and my husband will definitely too, right?" Will my husband cook for me every day in the future? ”

Xiang Zhihan twisted his fingertips, he wanted to say, he wouldn't.

He has practiced for many years and has never been in the kitchen, but looking at Jiang Buwan's expectant eyes, and Li Zhi's example in front of him, he can't say this sentence anymore.

Come to think of it, it's not difficult to cook.

He smiled: "I will, I'll cook for Wanwan in the future." ”

In just one morning, Xiang Zhihan has already done two jobs for himself in the future.

What he didn't expect was that cooking would become his biggest headache in the future.

Xiang Zhihan and Jiang had breakfast no late, Li Zhi said, "There is a family in the town, their son has been admitted to the lifter, and the family is going to relocate, and they are in a hurry to sell the house." ”

"This is the house where the old man lived, and the feng shui must be no different."

Jiang Buwan's face was worried, and he asked, "Such a house must not be cheap, right?" Do we have enough money? ”

Xiang Zhihan: "You don't have to worry about money. Although I don't have a lot of money in hand, I still have more than enough money to buy a house. ”

Li Zhi took over the conversation, "His house will be cheaper than usual because of the urgency, we will go over and have a look, if you are satisfied, I will help you cut the price." ”

Xiang Zhi said coldly, "There is Brother Lao Li." ”

The house in Li Zhi's mouth is located in the west of the city, the main entrance of the house faces the street, and there are some quieter businesses nearby, such as cloth shops, treasure shops, teahouses, bookstores, etc., they looked around roughly and did not see the medical hall.

"Husband, you open a medical clinic here, and no one competes with you."

Li Zhi: "There are only two clinics in our town, one is Dr. Wang, who has been sick all his life in Qingshui Town, and has a high reputation, and the other is Dr. Fang, who is younger than Dr. Wang, and his medical skills are not bad, and simple illnesses can be taken care of." ”