A-Jiang rarely interacts with people, but Xiao Songjing is very good at dealing with people.

He spoke very casually, and if A-Jiang answered, he would ask a few more questions; if he didn't answer, he would subtly change the subject, and they gradually talked more and more.

Ah Jiang's guard was getting lower and lower, and he started talking about some of his own things.

Xiao Songjing didn't speak, but smiled as he looked at her.

She is beautiful, but after getting to know her, you will overlook her beauty and feel her sincerity and calmness. You can see into her pure heart at a glance.

This made him feel very comfortable.

So, under the hazy moonlight, he said the words above, and seeing Ah Jiang's stunned expression, he found it quite amusing.

Xiao Songjing leaned against the wine table in the pavilion, supporting his head with one hand.

His tone was gentle, as if he were whispering: "Ah Jiang, you were stunned when you first saw me. Do I look like someone?"

As if bewitched by the moonlight, A-Jiang stared blankly at Xiao Songjing.

His hair was as black as ink, with a few strands winding along the contours of his face and scattered on his white clothes, as still as a painting. But there was a flowing light in his eyes as he looked up at A-Jiang with his phoenix eyes.

Although it is just a black and white ink painting, the eyes seem to radiate light and color, making the whole picture richer.

"Yes, he looks a lot like my master."

"Does A-Jiang like him?"

"Don't joke around, that's my master, I respect him very much."

Ajahn immediately regained consciousness.

"Then how about you start liking me from now on?"

Xiao Songjing coaxed him like a child, "Then I'll stay with you forever."

A-Jiang shook his head and said firmly, "I could never like you. You are too much like my master. Just thinking about it feels like a desecration."

"Blasphemy, isn't that interesting?"

A-Jiang looked at him and said, "If you keep discussing this kind of topic with me, my story will be censored!"

"That's a real shame..."

"So, since you resemble my master so much, I can help you do whatever you want, as long as it's within my power."

Ah Jiang said just this one sentence.

Xiao Songjing originally said this in a joking manner.

But once the words are spoken, a different emotion arises in my heart.

He couldn't explain it, but he felt that if she could like him in the future, it would make him very happy.

He lowered his hand, turned to look at the moon in the sky, and it seemed that no one in the world cared about him.

He has a place to come from, but it seems he has no place to go.

To him, the Xiao family was like a shop, and he was just a piece of merchandise inside, all show and no substance. He was giving it away as a gift, hoping to get something in return, but their plan might fall through.

His own body probably wouldn't last much longer, and the person in front of him didn't seem like someone who would turn back.

"If you take the pills I give you on time, your lifespan can be extended by five to ten years."

“That sounds like a very long time. My father probably never thought I would live that long, otherwise he wouldn’t have let you and me out this time.”

Ajahn frowned.

"Heh, do you think the world is all about loving fathers and filial sons, harmonious families, and happy reunions?"

Xiao Songjing said without any emotion, "I have nine brothers and twelve sisters, which is not many. I heard that my father's generation had even more, but there are not many left now. Do you know why I had so many children?"

A-Jiang remained silent. She herself was born into a small cultivation family, but it was different from the Xiao family. The Bai family valued bloodline inheritance, while the Xiao family simply looked at spiritual roots.

"These small cultivation families have no powerful backers and are unwilling to give up their privileges. So they have many children in an attempt to cultivate another exceptionally talented cultivator, so that they can prosper for at least a few hundred years."

A mocking smile played on his lips.

"But how could they easily succeed with such exceptional talent? So they started taking a secret medicine, which they have been taking for generations. It has its benefits, but it is also a real poison. If you accidentally get it, you can only blame your bad luck. I've lived this long, and several generations have never had one."

Ah Jiang then realized that this was how the poison in his body came about, and that it was all part of such a conspiracy!

They are all blood relatives. How can they live with themselves after seeing so many children die young?

"Those who grow up but are not good at aptitude will be judged by their appearance. However, they will be chosen in advance when getting married, so they generally won't give birth to anything too ugly. It's just a series of buying and selling transactions."

After saying all this, he fell silent. He was actually a little regretful, feeling that he had said too much today. This sore in his heart had been suppressed for many years, and now he had just blurted it all out like beans.