Chapter 15 Jealousy: You two are getting really into this now? ...

"You're back." Shen Jiuxu's resentful voice pierced Jiang Yu's ears, making him feel unusually guilty. He could only reply softly, "Yeah, how did you wake up?"

"Once the alcohol wears off, the person is naturally sober too."

Shen Jiuxu acted like a resentful woman who had been abandoned, no longer even bothering to hug her waist. Although he didn't understand what a title or status was, he had clearly taken it all for granted.

Lian Quesheng stared wide-eyed as they flirted and teased each other beside him, and the resentment that had been building up inside him finally exploded. "Jiang Feiwan, did you call me over so late just to watch you two being all lovey-dovey?"

"What nonsense! You've seen it before too!" He acted as if he were innocent and pure. Jiang Yu rolled her eyes and didn't want to talk to him. "Take it or leave it. If you don't want to see it, go back to your room."

"who is he?"

Shen Jiuxu stood sideways next to Jiang Yu, in a very clever posture. To outsiders, the two appeared to be almost completely touching, with no gaps between them.

This was nothing new to Lian Quesheng, who was used to the two of them being inseparable, but his nonchalant and relaxed expression made Shen Jiuxu feel that he was provoking him.

"A friend who's foolish and rich."

Lian Quesheng immediately objected, but Jiang Yu quickly pressed down on his shoulder with his right hand. "Little bird, let me introduce you. This is my new bodyguard, surnamed Shen, named Shen Qinggui."

"I've already told you my name isn't Little Bird!"

Lian Quesheng was furious. Several strands of his hair stood up straight from his head, making him look like a bird's nest made of various branches, a nest that would leak when it rained!

Shen Jiuxu's face darkened for a moment. The familiarity between the two made it impossible for him to get a word in edgewise, and he felt as if he had missed out on a lot.

After a while, Lian Quesheng was jolted awake by the pain in his shoulder and finally realized what was going on. "Jiang Feiwan, what are you doing? What guards? You two are playing such complicated games now?"

"Shut up." Jiang Yu wanted to slap him; he was practically trying to sow discord.

"I've only known Guard Shen for a few days, don't spout nonsense." Lian Quesheng, hearing these illogical words and meeting Jiang Yu's murderous glare, finally understood everything. "Fine, fine, fine, Jiang Feiwan, you've forgotten your old love for a new one. What about all our vows of eternal love?"

"roll."

Jiang Yu was disgusted by him and ignored the stiff Shen Jiuxu behind her. She strode back to her room and sent a telepathic message to Lian Quesheng, "Teasing is fine, but don't let it slip."

"Brother Qinggui, right? Let me formally introduce myself. I am Lian Quesheng, the master of Xichuang. I am also a good friend of Jiang Yu. You can just call me Quesheng."

Shen Jiuxu stood there silently, without saying a word. After a long while, he softly said, "Oh," then added, "Shen Qinggui."

"Senior Brother Xichuang, don't you think Young Master Shen looks familiar?" Ye Zishan whispered. "It's exactly the same expression my mother had when she saw Aunt Zhao."

"Don't speak recklessly." Although Xi Chuang said this, he did agree with Ye Zishan's words to some extent. He gradually forgot that his injuries had not yet healed and stood under the eaves with a group of unreliable junior brothers to watch the fun.

"Qinggui, how many days have you known Jiang Feiwan?" Lian Quesheng asked with curiosity. He found it really interesting. Back then, his two best friends had secretly gotten together without him noticing, and even secretly became Daoist partners without informing him.

Now he's going to become a stumbling block on their path.

"Two days and seven hours."

"Ah!" Lian Quesheng frowned, unable to understand his meticulous calculation. "We've known each other for twenty years."

"You're going to keep talking." Jiang Yu waited inside for a while, smoothing out the bedding and partially covering the luminous pearl with a handkerchief to prevent it from being too bright and making him sleep soundly.

After waiting for another half an incense stick's time, and still seeing Shen Jiuxu not come in, Jiang Yu had lost all her temper. She pushed open the door, walked outside, grabbed Shen Jiuxu's collar, and said, "It's time to sleep."

"Don't go looking for him alone next time."

Lian Quesheng muttered awkwardly, "Forgetting friends for the sake of beauty, forgetting friends for the sake of beauty. We're an old married couple, is it really necessary?"

Could it be that amnesia really brings a sense of novelty?

He was quite willing to give it a try. "Xichuang, could you... could you pretend you don't know me next time you meet your master?"

"Uncle-Master Lian, are you abandoning Senior Brother Xichuang?"

Xi Chuang's face was deathly pale, whether from the pain of his wound or from his thoughtless remark, it was hard to tell. "Master, what...do you mean by this?"

In the quiet night, the group looked at each other, listening to the "smack" of the door closing. Lian Quesheng touched his nose sheepishly, "No, it's just that I thought it was pretty fun. Zishan, you too, pretend you don't know me, this is your reward."

A hard, gleaming gold ingot was stuffed into Ye Zishan's hand, and his eyes lit up instantly. "Uncle Lian, don't worry, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

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"You seem to have a very good relationship with him," Shen Jiuxu said in a low voice.

"He's alright, mainly because he's naive and rich."

Jiang Yu didn't care about that. She pulled him to lie down on the bed, instinctively resting her head on Shen Jiuxu's shoulder and burying her face in his chest. "Sleep, I'm so sleepy."

Seeing that he looked tired, Shen Jiuxu didn't press him further. She blamed herself for falling asleep tonight; if she hadn't drunk so much, she might have known what he had been up to.

The melancholy Sect Leader Shen felt unwell all night because of Jiang Yu's long, drawn-out breathing. He stared at the raised area of ​​the bedding for a long time before slowly accepting what kind of dream he had.

This seems too horrifying!

Having never experienced anything like this before, Shen Jiuxu was like a shrimp that had just been pulled out of a frying pan, its body glowing red.

He dreamed of Jiang Yu.

He had a thrilling dream in which Jiang Yu looked like someone he had never seen before, with burning hot skin and a low, hoarse voice.

Two flowers once again inconveniently sprouted on Shen Jiuxu's forehead, but this time they were in full bloom, and their fragrant aroma filled the entire room.

The warmth emanating from his body caused the petals to involuntarily curl up. Shen Jiuxu bit his lip, feeling as if he had broken the rules of the sages' books.

"Hmm—"

Jiang Yu's forehead brushed against his chin; he was truly exhausted, having fallen asleep almost as soon as he lay down last night. Shen Jiuxu was genuinely embarrassed, so he tucked a pillow into Jiang Yu's arms, then carefully secured the blanket before quietly leaving.

Lian Quesheng also didn't sleep all night. Jiang Yu told him the truth last night, and now he has no one to confide in. He can only bury a whole bunch of words in his heart in loneliness, which is a great punishment for him.

“Shen Jiuxu’s death is not so simple. Although that locust tree knows a bit of my sword techniques, it is no match for Shen Jiuxu.” Jiang Yu walked on the road without using his sword. Several disciples followed behind him. They had been instructed not to reveal Jiang Yu’s identity, and they all became taciturn.

"Yun Gui said that at the birthday banquet that day, Qing Gui drank too much and went back to his room to rest. It was also that night that Fang Xiyan set off from the village, and the next day he fell from his sedan chair in the city and lost his life."

“I have fought with Bai Yuechun and know his background. He said that he killed Qinggui because he was distracted when he saw my sword move. But I received a letter from Qinggui, which clearly stated that he recognized the sword move. He suspected that the sword had become a spirit and asked me if I had sealed the Xianchen Sword properly.”

Jiang Yu took out the letter. "Xian Chen was unharmed. Later, I also suspected that someone else might have imitated Qing Gui's handwriting, but it was written with special ink that only Qing Gui and I knew. So, it must be his own handwriting."

“That’s strange. You said that when he fought with Shen Jiuxu, he acted as if he didn’t know him at all. Maybe he really didn’t kill him. Who did it?” Lian Quesheng asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know, but when your apprentice was injured, I sensed that there was a third group of people.”

Lian Quesheng was thinking about this when he looked up at the sky and realized it was already broad daylight. Just as he was about to cover his head and sleep for the rest of the day, he heard a knock on the door.

Who is it?

"It's me, Shen Qinggui."

A note from the author:

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Lian Quesheng: A very reliable friend.

His reliability is mainly reflected in the fact that he is extremely wealthy, extremely, extremely wealthy, a point that will be highlighted in later chapters.

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