Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

It rained most of the night before, and the air was still filled with moisture and the fragrance of earth.

Jingzhi felt that the smell of asphalt and cement was much better than the one that filled the city when it rained in the 1990s. Her mood, which had been depressed for half the night, suddenly improved.

I asked Wencai last night and found out that we have to go to the mountain early this morning to help Mr. Ren dig his grave.

She got up very early, or rather, she didn't sleep at all. Qiu Sheng cleaned up a room for her, and she meditated in it all night. Only when she heard the steady footsteps passing by outside did she slowly exhale the foul air, and after guiding the spiritual energy that she had absorbed with great difficulty into her dantian, she slowly opened her eyes.

After sitting all night, her dress was wrinkled. She had not had time to buy clothes since she came into this time and space, and she was still wearing the same one. Fortunately, she had learned the simple dust-removal technique taught by Lin Feng.

With a snap of his fingers, the clothes on his body became as white as new, and the wrinkles disappeared instantly.

The spiritual power in her body decreased a little bit again. She sighed, put on her shoes, walked to the door, and opened it with a "creak".

There was a thin layer of mist in the air, but she could still see the man doing morning exercises not far away, wearing a white coat and gray-brown pants.

Jingzhi thought that his white coat was just like a ancestral coat passed down from generation to generation. Lin Feng, Erdi, and even the person in front of him, all loved to wear it like this and didn't even like to button the first button.

Jingzhi's gaze penetrated the mist and fell directly on his protruding Adam's apple, but after only a few seconds, the Adam's apple slid up and down.

The thought of promising to stay away from him suddenly popped into her mind for some reason. She quickly looked away, stretched her body, and walked towards the kitchen.

After all, even if love is gone for the time being, life still has to go on.

Lin Jiu's punches became slower and slower. As his fists moved forward, he unconsciously glanced at the figure hidden in the fog. After just one glance, he withdrew his gaze and his hands' movements gradually became faster.

……

"Ha~" Qiu Sheng yawned and pushed open another closed kitchen door with his foot. Suddenly, Jingzhi appeared in front of the stove putting out the fire.

She used the tongs to stir the charcoal in the stove that was beginning to turn gray. Some sparks flew outside and were instantly extinguished by the moisture in the air.

"You're up so early." Qiu Sheng walked over quickly, took a rag and lifted the wooden pot lid.

Thick steam instantly hit his face. Qiu Sheng widened his eyes and looked at the four bowls of noodle soup hot in the pot. The soup was clear and slightly yellow, with a few green vegetables and a crispy fried egg lying on the noodles.

He couldn't help but gulp and swallow, then silently turned to look at the woman who was waving her hands to clear away the steam, "How early did you get up? Are you done?"

Her face was a little damp from the warm steam. Jingzhi simply stood up, took the tray and handed it to Qiu Sheng, saying:

"You're nosy. Even eating won't stop you from talking. Take it out."

"Hey, here it comes!"

……

"Hey, noodles get mushy easily. How do you know when we get up?"

Wencai had eaten so much that he could hardly hold his head up, while Qiu Sheng slurped the still chewy noodles and glanced at Jingzhi.

Jingzhi glanced at Lin Jiu, who was blowing away the hot air and taking a sip of noodle soup across from him.

He is still like this, eating slowly and leisurely.

She had learned now that she could stare at someone for no more than three seconds before quickly looking away and saying:

"You all get up at this time these days, so I made it on time. It's a bit cold today, so I put it in the pot to heat it up for a while."

"Sister Jingzhi is so virtuous, oh~"

Oh, this, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but stretch his head towards Lin Jiu next to him, but was glared back by Lin Jiu.

He secretly sighed and complained in his heart that his master was just like that, which was why he couldn't find a wife until now.

"Scolding me in your heart?" Lin Jiu glanced at him.

"No, no! Eat, eat, eat. I love noodles. I'm so hungry, so hungry!"

Qiu Sheng wanted to bury his face in the bowl and started eating quickly.

After eating a bowl of steaming noodles, they both breathed a sigh of relief and their bodies instantly warmed up.

Qiu Sheng said to eat slowly, and then he and Wencai cleaned up the dishes and went into the house. Jingzhi turned around and left the dining table, sat in a corner of the pavilion, supported his face, and looked at the pond outside the pavilion, wondering what he was thinking.

Lin Jiu had eaten most of the bowl when the tip of his chopsticks suddenly hit something. He lowered his eyes and silently picked up the noodles.

Tsk.

There was even a soft-boiled egg secretly lurking at the bottom of his bowl.

He glanced at the figure far away from him, feeling a strange emotion in his heart, but in just a few seconds, that emotion was overshadowed by the important things he was about to do.

He had no habit of wasting food. He ate the eggs silently and drank up the soup. Then he got up and went into the house to pack his things.

As we all know, soft-boiled eggs will have runny yolks.

Qiu Sheng came out to collect the bowls. Looking at the little bit of egg yolk at the bottom of the bowl, he sat down on the table, turned around, put his face close to Jingzhi, and said with a teasing look on his face:

"Did you secretly add more food to Master?"

Jingzhi kicked him, but he dodged it with a jump. She rolled her eyes at him in annoyance and simply lay down on the back of the chair, staring straight at the lotus flower whose outer petals were a little withered.

It's almost autumn, she thought.

She pursed her lips and glanced at Qiu Sheng, who looked gossipy.

"It's none of your business. Go wash the dishes. It's almost time to go out. I'd rather go early than keep the customers waiting. Hurry up!"

Qiu Sheng pouted and muttered that he was really like his master. He quickly dodged another kick from Jingzhi and ran towards the kitchen with a smile.

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After the rain, the road is slippery.

No matter how skilled Lin Jiu was, the red soil that was so soft that it suddenly collapsed at a corner still caused his body to tilt suddenly.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and Lin Jiu felt someone quickly support his shoulders, and he stood firm.

Looking back, Jingzhi was still behind him. She had pulled a branch from somewhere and was playing and fighting with Wencai and Qiu Sheng, but she was obediently standing two steps away from them and didn't touch them again.

The tip of the branch was covered with a layer of red mud. Lin Jiu took a look at it and subconsciously lowered his head to check at his feet.

Sure enough, there was a small hole.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and Lin Jiu suddenly felt discomfort in his shoulder. He reached out and scratched it a few times, but the feeling of being touched was too lingering.

He gritted his teeth and climbed up quickly until he heard her happy giggles gradually fading away behind him, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

……

"Uncle Jiu, the Feng Shui master said that this burial site is very hard to find, but it's a good burial site."

Ren Fa couldn't hide his complacency on his face.

Lin Jiu's eyes swept across Awei, the captain of the security team in front of him, and he silently took in the surroundings. After a few glances, he knew what was going on, so he put his hands behind his back and slowly explained:

"This grave is called a dragonfly-dipped-water grave. It's three feet long and four feet wide, so the coffin can't be buried flat. It must be buried in a proper manner."

Wencai is a poor student, but he is not ashamed to ask questions:

"Master, what is a Dharma burial?"

Jingzhi suddenly raised her hand:

"Buried upright?"

Ren Fa couldn't help nodding, thinking that this girl was indeed quite capable. It would be a good thing for Tingting to spend more time with her.

Lin Jiu frowned slightly.

How could a civet cat understand Taoist Feng Shui? Apparently, someone must have taught her.

Jingzhi didn't know that Lin Jiu had dug out some more truth from her casual words.

However, her words attracted a pervert.

Awei was originally talking to Tingting when he heard a clear female voice. He looked up and his mouth was slightly wet.

"Hey, girl, what's your name?"

Ah Wei straightened his back, patted his chest and said proudly:

"I'm Awei, the captain of the security team in Renjia Town."

Jingzhi's face was indifferent, and she said "oh", and that was all.

Seeing that he was still trying to pester her, Jingzhi simply pulled Tingting over to Lin Jiu and Ren Fa.

With an important person around, I think he shouldn't be so shameless.