Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Gu Ling would plant some flowers and plants in the courtyard he had opened up every day. The growth cycle of ordinary seeds was too slow, so Gu Ling set up a formation to gather spiritual energy to ripen the seeds.

There is an osmanthus tree planted not far from the door. Gu Ling ripened it himself, and it grew into a big tree in just a few days. It is just right for it to bloom in autumn.

So, Jiang Shuning, who hadn't been there for several days, widened his eyes as he looked at the drastically changed yard in front of him, walked closer with his short legs, and peeked inside through the fence with his butt sticking out.

Wow! Where did Gu Ling find these flowers and plants? He didn't remember having these plants nearby.

When Gu Ling came back from picking herbs, she saw a little kid sticking his butt out and looking into her yard. She picked up the little kid with one hand and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Shuning swung his legs in the air, and when he realized he couldn't break free, he settled down and smiled sweetly, "Senior, I'm admiring the flowers in your yard. I'm not going in."

Gu Ling smiled and put the man down, then looked him up and down: "It's not even as high as the fence, can you get in?"

The smile on Jiang Shuning's face froze and his cheeks puffed up.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Gu Ling opened the wooden door of the yard, turned around and asked, "Do you want to come in?"

Jiang Shuning wanted to say sternly that he would not go in, but he was so curious about the changes in Gu Ling's yard, so he nodded and followed Gu Ling in.

"There is water and snacks in the room, take them if you want to eat."

After saying this, Gu Ling put down the bamboo basket and began to process the medicinal materials.

With the system away, life was a bit boring, so Gu Ling found something to do. Thinking of the chicken-flavored fasting pill that someone had been longing for, Gu Ling felt that this would definitely be a very time-consuming task.

Jiang Shuning did not enter the house. Instead, he walked around the yard and found that there were several strange stones on the ground, which seemed to have some pattern in their arrangement.

He squatted in front of a small stone and tried to pick it up with his hand, but it didn't move?

He immediately used both hands, his little face turned red, but he couldn't move the small stone.

After a while, he was picked up by Gu Ling again: "Who taught you to break the formation like this?"

Jiang Shuning: "Ah?"

There was a hint of doubt in that clear look, and Gu Ling knew that he still overestimated him.

"You can only look, don't touch anything here."

Jiang Shuning was confused. He followed Gu Ling to the herbs and watched her process them. He asked, "What are these things used for?"

"Chicken drumstick flavored fasting pills, would you like to eat it?"

Danjiang Shuning knew about fasting, but he had never seen the taste of chicken legs.

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of boredom, Jiang Shuning stayed by Gu Ling's side and watched her process medicinal herbs for the whole day. He returned home in the evening.

He told his parents about his experience today, and only then did he realize that refining medicine and setting up formations seemed to be a very powerful thing.

Why is it amazing? Because neither my parents can do it, so this must be an amazing skill.

With this realization, Jiang Shuning went to Gu Ling's yard more often, trying to learn from him and become a powerful adult.

I don’t know if I have learned any skills, but I have gained a lot of weight and my impression of Gu Ling has become better and better.

Time passed quickly and it was autumn. The osmanthus trees were in bloom. The fragrance carried over the hillside with the wind and drifted into Jiang Shuning's nose. He took a small wooden sword and ran excitedly to find Gu Ling.

"Senior, senior! My father taught me a set of sword techniques that are super powerful. I will practice them for you to see!"

At that time, Gu Ling was dancing with the magic sword under the osmanthus tree to stretch his muscles.

The sword is like a swimming dragon, the body is like a wild goose, the golden osmanthus flowers are flying with the surge of air flow, and the woman in white clothes under the tree is dancing gracefully, stunning the time.

At this time, Jiang Shuning was thinking -

Is it too late to change a master to learn swordsmanship?

Nothing is difficult in the world if you are thick-skinned.

After Jiang Shuning acted like a spoiled child and begged in various ways, Gu Ling agreed to teach him swordsmanship.

Since I have taught swordsmanship, it would be reasonable to also teach alchemy and formation setting, and then grow spiritual flowers and brew fine wine, right?

But what Jiang Shuning couldn't understand was that Gu Ling was willing to teach him all the skills, so why didn't he let him become his disciple?

Gu Ling watered the flowers and plants in the yard without even raising his eyelids: "I'm afraid you'll regret it."

Regret? He wouldn't regret it. It must be that Gu Ling thought he was stupid.

So Jiang Shuning studied more seriously. The little kid under the osmanthus tree held the wooden sword, and his movements went from unfamiliar to proficient. His stature grew taller like the flowers and plants in Gu Ling's yard, and he grew into a young man as tall as a pine tree.

Jiang Shuning put away his sword swiftly, turned around with a smile and went to Gu Ling to ask for praise, but he saw that Gu Ling had closed his eyes at some point and was dozing off in the rocking chair.

The plain white dress had no fancy patterns, except for the osmanthus flowers that fell from the trees, which made a simple embellishment on the white fabric.

There were also some osmanthus flowers in Gu Ling's hair. Jiang Shuning rubbed his fingers on his clothes and slowly approached the top of Gu Ling's head.

Suddenly, he met a pair of black eyes. Jiang Shuning withdrew his hand calmly and said, "Senior——"

He drawled out his tone: "Why don't you watch me dance with the sword? That's too much."

Gu Ling glanced at his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did you want to do just now?"

Jiang Shuning blinked and said innocently: "I didn't do anything."

Gu Ling looked at him without saying anything. He sighed, "I just saw the osmanthus flowers in your hair and remembered that the osmanthus wine was ready to drink, so I planned to wake you up to drink."

Gu Ling laughed at him: "With your alcohol tolerance, you still drink?"

Jiang Shuning can't drink much, but he just likes to drink. If he wasn't well-behaved after drinking, Gu Ling wouldn't have given him any.

Jiang Shuning touched his head and lowered it as if embarrassed. After a while, Gu Ling went into the house to get the osmanthus wine that she had brewed herself.

Jiang Shuning breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he managed to fool it.

He curled his lips. It was the same as before. Why was he so alert? It wouldn't hurt to touch him.

He rolled his eyes, reached out to take the falling osmanthus flowers, and smiled.

Got it!

Although they had agreed to drink, Jiang Shuning went somewhere unknown and only came back in the evening with a jar of wine.

The lights were on in the room, and there were two jars of wine on the table, one jar of osmanthus wine and the other jar of Drunken Beauty wine.

Jiang Shuning said, "Senior, this jar of wine is my father's treasure. I got it with great difficulty. Please try it."

Gu Ling watched him pour the wine and asked, "Why did you think of sending me some wine?"

"I drink yours, you drink mine, it's just a courtesy!"

Gu Ling picked up the wine glass and took a sip. It was full of spiritual energy and had a mellow taste. It was indeed a good thing.

Jiang Shuning poured glass after glass of wine for Gu Ling. Gu Ling figured out something was wrong but didn't expose him. He wanted to see what this guy was up to.

After finishing a jar of wine, Gu Ling fell on the table.

"Senior? Senior?"

No response, seems to be drunk.

Jiang Shuning carefully stretched out a finger and poked Gu Ling's face, which was soft.

He also lay down on the table, with his chin resting on his arm, facing Gu Ling. His fingertips stroked Gu Ling's brows, nose bridge, and landed on his lips. Suddenly, his mouth felt dry.

He suddenly sat up straight, picked up the cup and took a sip. After he swallowed it, he found that it was osmanthus wine.

After a while he felt a little dizzy, drunk and bolder.

He stood up with the help of the table, bent down beside Gu Ling, lowered his head, and awkwardly licked the other's lips. Suddenly, his waist was grabbed and the next moment he was sitting on the other's legs.

I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, but Gu Ling’s voice is a little hoarse, so tingling that it makes your bones soften: “Jiang Shuning.”

Jiang Shuning frowned and glared at her: "I told you not to call me by my full name."

Gu Ling was stunned and asked tentatively: "What? I can't call you by your full name now that we're married?"

Jiang Shuning's eyes were blurry and his cheeks were flushed, looking like a drunk and silly person.

He asked in confusion: "But you still call me Aning after we got married?"

"When did you remember it?"

Jiang Shuning counted on his fingers and answered, "Two days ago."

OK, this guy's acting is getting better and better.

Unfortunately, everything was exposed once I drank.

"Jiang Shuning."

“Um…”

The faint aroma of wine lingered between his lips and teeth. Jiang Shuning's brain was lacking oxygen, and his thoughts became increasingly confused. In between breaths, he heard a sentence: "Aning, let's have another wedding."

"it is good."