Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Occasionally, the sound of birds singing could be heard outside the window, and the winter sun shone on the red bed curtains, letting in a faint light.

The two people on the bed had woken up long ago.

At this moment, one of them raised his chin and the other lowered his head, looking at each other affectionately.

"Master."

"Qingqing..."

"Ah Jiu."

"Qingqing..."

Qiu Sheng, who was outside the door, covered his cheeks and grimaced, "Hey, we've been bored all night, and you still haven't had enough?"

Wencai pulled him away and stuffed a broom into Qiusheng's hand. "Zhegu said that they are newlyweds and asked you to stay out of it. Hurry up and sweep the floor. You drank too much last night and didn't do any work."

Qiu Sheng rested his chin on the broom handle, rubbing his forehead and looking at Wencai, "Ouch, my head hurts. I can't sweep anymore."

Wencai: "It's a headache, not a hand pain. Hurry up, or the master will come out and scold me again."

Qiu Sheng walked into the courtyard with a broom, looked at Wen Cai who was dismantling the table and said:

"Believe it or not, Master won't scold us when he comes out later."

"Why? If you don't work, you'll get scolded."

Qiu Sheng: "The bridal chamber is filled with candles, fragrant flowers, and jade-like warmth. He is so happy that he would never want to leave. I think he must have come out smiling this morning."

In the room.

Jingzhi chuckled and looked at Lin Jiu, "Ah Jiu, will you go out with a smile?"

Lin Jiu did not answer her question. Instead, he reached out and rubbed her waist, leaned close to her ear and asked:

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to..."

Just when he was halfway through his words, he moved away a little, but she hugged him back.

Jingzhi rested her head on Lin Jiu's chest, her fingers gesturing at the nail marks on his chest, her voice apologetic, "I'm fine, my husband is... very gentle to me, but you... are you okay?"

Lin Jiu lowered his head slightly, looked at the marks all over his body, and smiled helplessly, "It's okay."

Her cat claws are quite sharp, and she loves to scratch him when she gets excited.

Jingzhi let him knead her fingers, and with the other hand, she stroked her abdomen and blurted out:

"Tell me, last night...you...will we have a baby?"

Lin Jiu was suddenly stunned. After thinking for a long time, he held her face and looked at her directly and asked:

"Do you want kids?"

Jingzhi frowned slightly. From what he said, he didn't want it?

"You do not want?"

Lin Jiu stretched his chin slightly, pecked her brows which were getting tighter and tighter, and then explained softly:

"I don't want you to feel any pain. Besides, as a cultivator, I have long understood this."

"In this life, I only have you."

Jingzhi suddenly bit his shoulder, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said happily:

"I thought you were going to quarrel with me the day after our wedding. Are you finally going to say nice things to comfort me?"

Lin Jiu, however, looked serious, turned her head back and said:

"I'm serious, you're all I need."

Jingzhi stared at his serious expression silently, then leaned close to his ear and said:

"Since you're so good, shall we do it again...?"

Lin Jiu's ears turned completely red.

"Well, don't be greedy for anything, just do it in moderation..."

Before he could finish his words, the big red quilt covered him from head to toe.

"Jingzhi, it's time to get up for morning exercises. Don't waste your time." He advised.

Jingzhi was struggling with his hands clutching his collar, and she still had time to retort:

"How can this not be considered morning exercise? Let go, or I'll tickle you again."

……

In the yard outside, there were only a few potted plants and some red paper wrappers from firecrackers scattered on top.

The tables and chairs, including the floor covered with melon seed shells and orange peels, were cleaned spotlessly by the two apprentices.

The two people, who had waited until noon, looked at the still closed door, shook their heads, and cleared the table of breakfast that had already gone cold.

Qiu Sheng gave a knowing smile:

"Let's just make lunch. Oh, and add some wolfberries to Master's soup."

Wencai: “…not really.”

Qiu Sheng glanced at him sideways: "Do you understand or do I understand?"

Wencai: "...You may be weak, but Master may not be. Just one night and one morning, I think he can handle it."

What Wencai never expected was that Lin Jiu didn't make it in time for lunch either.

When the sun sets, Jingzhi, who is always clinging to him, is willing to let him go and leave the room.

Looking at the smug Lin Jiu, Qiu Sheng, who was eating, nudged Wencai's elbow, put down his bowl, and extended his hand toward him. "I guessed right. He came out smiling. 50 coins, give it to me!"

Wencai ignored him and ran into the kitchen happily, bringing out the pot of soup with wolfberries.

Yes, Wencai still added it, two times.

He thought that even an iron man couldn't stand his master's wife's pestering...

……

In the yard, Qiu Sheng took the opportunity to secretly look at Lin Jiu's expression while serving him food.

Tsk, his face was flushed, his eyes were firm and gentle, not at all like he looked hollowed out at that time.

Could it be that the master is really still strong despite his old age?

Not only that, when he looked at Jing who was slowly walking out of the new house, he was shocked again.

No, these two people...why are they so energetic?

Jingzhi, who practiced the dual cultivation technique with Lin Jiu, kept his skills and fame hidden.

Just then, Xiaoyu also walked out of the morgue.

Lin Jiu took a closer look, frowned, and quickly walked across the courtyard.

"Who touched him yesterday?"

Qiu Sheng put down his bowl and chopsticks, stretched his neck to look at Xiaoyu, and said with a smile:

"Master, don't worry. It was Master Uncle. He said he cast a spell. If Xiaoyu actively hurts others, the Three Flames of True Fire will burn him to ashes."

Lin Jiu squatted down, and gently touched the fire mark on Xiaoyu's forehead with his index finger, and gave Xiaoyu a slight glare:

"Don't you know how to hide when someone wants to curse you?"

Xiaoyu stretched her head and rubbed Lin Jiu's palm with her newly grown stubble. "Dad, I took the initiative to bring this up. If I hadn't done this, you wouldn't be at ease."

Qiu Sheng raised his eyebrows and praised, "Hey, kid, you've been speaking more and more fluently lately."

Xiaoyu: "...Eat your food, even eating won't stop your mouth!"

Qiu Sheng: Yeah, he's pretty good at cursing. But why do his words sound so familiar to him?

Jingzhi came over and tugged at Lin Jiu's sleeve, "Don't scold Qiu Shengwencai in front of him anymore. Look, he's already learned it."

Lin Jiu stood up angrily, touched his nose and said "OK".

"Wife slave." Qiu Sheng glanced at him and muttered softly.

Lin Jiu: "What did you say?"

Jingzhi: "Ajiu~"

Lin Jiu: "..."

Forget it, I won’t scold him anymore. I can’t teach a child bad things.

……

In this life, Lin Jiu and Jingzhi indeed had no children.

Later, by chance, Qiu Sheng fell in love with the woman named Xiaoyu, and they got married. Qiu Sheng also inherited his aunt's rouge shop, and the business was doing quite well.

Wencai has been watching the charity cemetery for his entire life, following Lin Jiu and Jingzhi, and playing and fighting with the little zombie all his life.

When Lin Jiu was about to die, he couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw Jingzhi, who had taken special care of his feelings and deliberately made herself look older.

"Change back, I want to take one last look at you."

Jingzhi held his skinny hand against her cheek. As two tears fell, the wrinkles and age spots on her face gradually disappeared.

But within a few breaths, she returned to the way she was when he first met her, and Lin Jiu smiled with satisfaction.

"Qingqing, I've spent my whole life trying to figure out why you keep coming to me, but I will try my best to do what I should do..."

"Will you come find me in the next life?"

Meeting his expectant eyes, Jingzhi couldn't say no.

The old man loves his wife, and he really loves her from the bottom of his heart. In this life, she is the kind of person he really pampers and holds in his heart.

Jingzhi couldn't help but burst into tears when she recalled the past scenes.

She choked up and said, "Okay, but remember what I said, in your next life, you stay away from women. If you create so many emotional debts for me like you did in this life, I won't look for you anymore."

Lin Jiu nodded obediently, and he even extended his little finger, wanting to make a childish promise with her.

"Make a promise. I won't look for a woman. You must come to me. I will wait for you."

Watching his breathing gradually slow down, Jingzhi took two deep breaths, trying to ease the increasingly empty feeling in her heart.

She hooked her finger tightly, leaned down, pressed her hand against his slightly cold forehead, stared at his gradually dilating pupils and said:

"I promise you! You have to remember what I said. I don't like your hair to be too long. You have to clean yourself up before I come to see you."

"Also, don't change your name, or I won't be able to find you!"

Lin Jiu opened and closed his mouth, uttered only three words, and then died.

He said, “I’ll wait for you.”

My dear, in every life, I will be ready and waiting for you to come to me.

……

After catching ghosts with his master, Ah Hai strolled on the street.

Suddenly, Lin Jiu turned and walked towards a store.

"Hey, Master, where are you going?" Ah Hai asked.

Lin Jiu turned back with his hands behind his back, "You go back first, I'll cut your hair."