I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Tong'an Street.

The streets were filled with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares, as peddlers carried their wares on shoulder poles.

An old woman carrying a basket wandered through the alley, looking around curiously.

The food stalls have already set up their tents, and steam is rising from the pots, the aroma wafting far and wide.

Cheng Laiyun followed Qi Dazhuang to buy some food on the street, including two jars of wine, several packets of braised meat, and some snacks such as peanuts. They then turned into an alley and entered a courtyard in the street.

The two chatted quite a bit along the way.

Cheng Laiyun then learned that the disciples of the Wuji Sect did not only cultivate within the sect, but were assigned to various counties and prefectures to serve as officials, which not only tempered their character but also accumulated practical experience.

Qi Dazhuang was originally at the peak of the ninth rank of martial arts cultivation. After joining the Wuji Sect, he broke through to the eighth rank within two days.

Furthermore, since he awakened his supernatural powers on his own, the Wuji Sect values ​​him highly.

It was the sect leader who personally ordered him to be appointed as the Left Guard of the Tongpan Division of Qingzhou County, with a dozen or so constables under his command.

As an eighth-rank military officer, with the monthly salary from the imperial court plus the monthly allowance from the Wuji Sect, he lived a very comfortable life.

"Sis! Look who's here?!"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Qi Dazhuang shouted at the top of his lungs.

He carried two jars of wine in his left hand and several packets of steaming braised meat in his right, and his voice was so loud it could lift the roof off.

In the courtyard, a beautiful figure was tidying up the bedding that had been drying in the sun.

The girl was tall and slender, wearing a slightly worn blue cloth jacket with the cuffs neatly rolled up, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

Her jet-black hair was neatly tied back, secured with a single wooden hairpin, but a wisp of hair was deliberately left by her temple, swaying gently as she bent over, adding a touch of playfulness.

It was Qi Xinxiang.

Hearing her brother's shout, she didn't turn her head, her hands continuing to work, while her mouth began to rattle off a string of words:

"What are you howling about? The neighbors must think our Qi family has produced someone who sells their voice!"

"Put down the wine bottle and hurry up and chop firewood. The water vat in the yard is empty, and what about that pile of clothes? Are you going to wash them or not? They're just standing there like door gods."

As she spoke, she turned around, a smile already on her face.

Her phoenix eyes swept over Cheng Laiyun, paused for a moment, then smiled even more broadly.

"Hey! Brother Laiyun!"

She tossed the bedding aside, strode over to greet him, and looked Cheng Laiyun up and down, her eyes filled with delight.

"W-wh-when did you arrive in Qingzhou? You didn't even tell me beforehand! That brat Dazhuang, he hid it really well!"

As she spoke, she reached out and slapped Qi Dazhuang's arm, making him wince.

Cheng Laiyun smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Sister Xinxiang, it's been a long time."

"What do you mean 'long time no see'? It's only been a short while!" Qi Xinxiang waved her hand, her tone crisp and straightforward.

"It's good that you're here! Come in and sit down, don't stand outside!"

As she spoke, she took the things from Qi Dazhuang's hands and glared at her younger brother:

"What are you all standing there for? Bring them inside! Put out the food and drinks, and I'll go get a couple more hot dishes!"

Qi Dazhuang smiled憨憨地 and led Cheng Laiyun into the house.

Cheng Laiyun looked back.

Qi Xinxiang had already rushed off to the kitchen.

He was still muttering something to himself:

"That brat didn't even warn me beforehand."

"There's nothing good in the house."

Phrases like "I need to buy a fish" are common.

A smile involuntarily crept onto Cheng Laiyun's lips.

This girl is still as straightforward as ever.

……

Inside the room, the two laid out the food and drinks, poured themselves a full glass, and clinked glasses.

After a few rounds of drinks and several dishes, the conversation flowed freely.

Qi Xinxiang busied herself in the kitchen for a while, then brought in two plates of hot dishes and chatted with them for a bit.

She asked Cheng Laiyun how he was doing in Qingzhou, whether he was used to the food and lodging, and if he needed anything.

Cheng Laiyun answered her questions one by one, and then asked her how she had been lately.

Qi Xinxiang smiled and said that everything was fine, telling Cheng Laiyun not to worry.

After chatting for a few minutes, she got up and said she still had work to do, told the two of them to keep drinking, and then left the room.

As Cheng Laiyun watched her retreating figure, he felt that this girl was more capable than when she was in Yong'an County, and the sorrowful look in her eyes had lessened.

Good.

The two continued drinking.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

Immediately afterwards, a figure walked in.

The man was tall with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and had a kind face. He was dressed in a dark brown outfit, carrying a bundle of chopped firewood on his shoulder and a cloth bag in his hand.

Cheng Laiyun looked up and saw that the man walked straight to the center of the yard and put the firewood on the pile.

He then took out several more items from the cloth bag:

A packet of salt, a packet of sugar, and a piece of cured meat wrapped in oil paper were neatly stacked under the eaves.

After he finished doing all that, he stood in the yard without going inside; he just stood there.

Cheng Laiyun blinked and looked at Qi Dazhuang.

Qi Dazhuang let out a burp and gestured with his chin: "Wu Qiufeng."

Wu Qiufeng?

Cheng Laiyun remembered that Qi Dazhuang had mentioned it on the way earlier.

The Right Guard of the Prefectural Office was of the same rank as Qi Dazhuang, also a martial arts eighth-rank, but he was just an ordinary martial artist without any supernatural abilities.

Qi Dazhuang called out from outside, "Brother Qiufeng! Want to come in for a drink?"

Wu Qiufeng shook his head, his voice muffled: "No."

He paused, glanced towards the kitchen, then looked away, stood there for a moment, and then turned to leave.

At this moment, Qi Xinxiang came out of the kitchen, carrying a basin in her hand. When she looked up and saw Wu Qiufeng, she paused for a moment.

Wu Qiufeng was also stunned.

The two stared at each other for a moment, separated by half a courtyard.

Wu Qiufeng opened his mouth, then managed to utter, "The firewood... is chopped."

Qi Xinxiang hummed in agreement and continued walking with her head down.

Wu Qiufeng added, "Salt, sugar, and cured meat are under the eaves."

Qi Xinxiang hummed in agreement again.

Wu Qiufeng stood there, seemingly wanting to say something, but his lips moved and he ultimately didn't say anything.

He silently turned around and strode out, walking very fast, as if he were fleeing.

Cheng Laiyun watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.

Wu Qiufeng is indeed a very honest person.

Qi Dazhuang took another swig of wine and, emboldened by the alcohol, began to speak:

"Sis, what do you think of Brother Qiufeng?"

Qi Xinxiang paused, turned around, and raised an eyebrow: "How was it?"

"Well..." Qi Dazhuang scratched his head, "He's been really good to you, and he's taken good care of me too, so why don't you..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean?'" Qi Xinxiang's eyebrows shot up, she slammed the basin on the ground, put her hands on her hips, and started yelling:

"Qi Dazhuang, you've forgotten your place after drinking a few ounces of horse piss?"

"Since when did it become your business to worry about your sister's affairs?"

"Mind your own business! Look at yourself, so what if you're an eighth-rank military officer?"

"Is that little money enough for you to get married? You still have the nerve to worry about me?!"

She cursed quickly and crisply, each word like pearls falling onto a jade plate, crashing down with a clatter.

Qi Dazhuang shrank his neck, not daring to utter a single word in response.

After she finished scolding, Qi Xinxiang's face turned slightly red, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell.

She glared at Qi Dazhuang, then quickly glanced at Cheng Laiyun, seemingly a little embarrassed, before turning and going back to the kitchen.

Cheng Laiyun watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused.

This girl's cursing is quite sophisticated.

He could tell that Qi Xinxiang had moved on from what happened with the Tian family.

It's a good thing to have a soulmate.

Whether it works out or not is their business.

He picked up his wine glass, watching the siblings joking around with a smile, finding the drinking quite amusing.