Chapter 9, Madam, why aren't you wearing undergarments? ...
These words may have been a joke, but Yao Jin's breathing stopped for a moment as the dream kept replaying in her mind.
Actually, the boy's face was only half turned, so it wasn't clear. Perhaps she was just waking up from a dream and subconsciously projected the image of the young Daoist into her mind.
It's not impossible.
Even so, Yao Jin's eyelashes still trembled violently, and a dark gray shadow hung down on her eyelids.
"I dreamt that a demon was chasing me, and Xiao Daojun appeared and helped me kill the demon." Yao Jin's words were half true and half false.
“That was indeed a nightmare.” Meng Ji seemed to believe it, and grabbed Yao Jin’s hand. “In that case, that demon is truly hateful.”
Yao Jin tried to quietly withdraw her hand, but found that she couldn't budge it.
She thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "So what would happen if Little Daoist encountered a demon?"
Yao Jin hurriedly added, "What would you do if you encountered a demon, but the demon didn't harm me?"
Yao Jin seemed terrified; the nightmare alone had turned her face pale.
Looking at the frightened yet pitiful and adorable lady, Meng Ji was momentarily lost in thought.
He reached out to comfort him, but when he caught a pair of eyes staring intently in his direction, he fell silent.
After a moment, he gave an answer that was worthy of the laws of heaven and earth: "Demons should naturally be killed."
The words "The devil deserves to die" echoed in Yao Jin's mind, and her heart sank to the bottom.
Yes, what is she expecting?
Isn't this the usual attitude of the immortal sects towards demons?
Yao Jin subconsciously covered his palm, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few lines of small characters that suddenly appeared on his palm.
—【10% of the dream world has been unlocked.】
—【Countdown to 1L: 90% complete.】
—【Resurrect 'it', let the great 'it' return to the world.】
This time, the small print was not accompanied by an electric current, and the print was even somewhat blurry. It appeared and remained for only a few seconds before disappearing.
If Yao Jin hadn't been so extremely guilty that he happened to glance at his palm, he almost wouldn't have noticed.
What does this mean? What dream? What timekeeping? Who exactly is 'it'?
A series of questions suddenly made Yao Jin feel exhausted. She was deeply tired and pushed away the water glass in front of her. "I think I'll just go to sleep."
The water glass was suddenly pushed away, spilling some onto Meng Ji, wetting his clothes, and playfully running down his Adam's apple and into his collarbone.
But the water droplets stopped here and sank gently into the collarbone, like a pool of water.
Yao Jin swallowed hard, feeling less tired.
Meng Ji naturally noticed the gaze. He subtly shifted his body slightly to face Yao Jin, and smiled gently, "Since you are tired, Madam, please rest here for a while."
Yao Jin pursed her lips, somewhat hesitant, "You..."
Suddenly, a handkerchief was placed over her head. "Look, why is the Immortal Lord drinking so fast?"
Even as a man, Chu Fengliu felt a chill doing this. He wiped himself casually, then crossed his arms, without even raising his head, and bowed to Yao Jin, saying, "Yao Jin, I am Chu Fengliu, the Medicine King of Medicine King Peak."
Chu Fengliu had red lips and white teeth; when he was serious, he resembled a noble young master from the mortal world.
Yao Jin glanced at him casually and said, "Hmm."
This put Chu Fengliu in a difficult position. He was usually very talkative, able to chat even with a free-range chicken, but Yao Jin only gave him such a cold and hard answer, leaving him at a loss for words.
But imagining the girl's haughty demeanor behind the bed curtains, it seemed justified.
Seeing Chu Fengliu's face gradually turning red, Meng Ji threw the handkerchief at him, hitting his face. "You should call her the sect leader's wife."
After he got married, everyone on Buzhou Mountain respectfully called him Lady Yaojin.
If we were to be even more serious, we could simply call her "Madam of the Sect Leader," and she would gladly accept any offer of wealth.
Chu Fengliu didn't agree. He casually placed the handkerchief on the small table beside the bed and rubbed his face with an air of nonchalance. "A beautiful young woman shouldn't be called old."
What's with all this talk about being the sect leader's wife? Whether she can stay that position forever is still uncertain.
Perhaps the Medicine King's wife would prefer to hear it.
Chu Fengliu's thoughts were in disarray.
As a fellow man, Meng Ji could easily see through the thoughts in his eyes. He chuckled cryptically, looking at him, "Insubordination? Disregarding the doctrines and etiquette of Buzhou Mountain?"
"Chu Fengliu, why don't you guess what your fate will be?"
After speaking, he flicked his fingertips, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy immediately flowed out.
With several loud bangs, Chu Fengliu was sent flying into the main hall. All the obstacles in the hall were pushed and smashed, making a series of loud crashes! In an instant, the hall was filled with wreckage.
Meng Ji stood up with a light laugh. He glanced at the unconscious Chu Fengliu, a gentle smile playing on his lips, seemingly no different from usual.
But Yao Jin felt a chill for no reason. She grabbed him and said, "Little Daoist, I'm scared."
Meng Ji stared at the hand for a few seconds before taking Yao Jin's hand in return and said gently, "If you're scared, close your eyes, be good."
After saying that, he pulled out a porcelain bottle from the mustard seed, saying, "Or you can eat some sweets to calm your nerves."
"I won't close my eyes." Yao Jin blinked, poured out a pill, and put it in her mouth. "Just because he broke the rules, you're going to hurt him?"
Xiao Daojun wasn't someone who got angry easily, and Yao Jin was a little skeptical, waiting for his answer. But unexpectedly, Leng Dandan suddenly spoke up at this moment, "Senior brother, you're being too biased."
Leng Dandan concealed her resentment and walked up to her senior brother. "Senior brother, why not grant me this bottle of Nourishing Spirit Pills? According to the rules of the Immortal Sect, disciples below the Golden Core Realm can only receive one bottle per month."
"Sister is just a mortal, so eating these things is useless to her." Leng Dandan said coquettishly to her senior brother. "But Dandan recently broke through to the Golden Core Realm. With the help of the Nourishing Spirit Pill, she can enter meditation more quickly during cultivation. In the future, she will be able to help her senior brother when entering and leaving the secret realm."
No sooner had Leng Dandan finished speaking than Yao Jin picked up the bottle and shook it, "Is this thing really that precious?"
"Little Daoist, isn't this the candy you always give me to eat?" Yao Jin was doing it on purpose. She could tell that Leng Dandan had ill intentions, but she was too lazy to pay attention to her.
Leng Dandan was speechless.
In fact, a cultivator's entry into meditation is not so simple, because the Daoist methods are profound and mysterious, and cultivation requires one to connect with heaven and earth in order to absorb spiritual energy.
After this, many young cultivators with unstable minds will need the aid of the Spirit Nourishing Pill.
The Nourishing Spirit Pill was refined by Chu Fengliu and can only be found on Mount Buzhou.
Such a precious thing was used by Meng Ji as a sugar pill to coax Yao Jin.
The cold smile froze on her face for a moment before she finally smiled again, "Sister, you really are..."
She stepped forward to take Yao Jin's hand, "It's no wonder, sister. You're just a mortal, so naturally you don't know the uses of the Nourishing Spirit Pill. For mortals, the only use of this pill is to make them taste good."
"It's just food, so what if it's valuable? I'll eat it if I want to," Yao Jin said nonchalantly.
She was very annoyed and didn't let Leng Dandan get close to her. Instead, she leaned against the pillow.
Meng Ji looked at her, the turmoil in his eyes completely suppressed, and he smiled, "Yes, Madam, please eat if you wish."
"Although I have no particular skills, I can still make a living by refining elixirs and entertain the lady."
Yao Jin chuckled. She wasn't afraid anymore, but found it strange. "Hey, Little Daoist, how come you've suddenly become so articulate lately?"
Meng Ji: "How can I speak?"
Yao Jin imitated him, putting his hands behind his back and looking extremely serious. "You should say: Madam, you must not be arrogant."
After saying that, Yao Jin couldn't help but laugh.
Meng Ji looked at her and smiled faintly.
The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, and neither of them listened to what Leng Dandan had to say. Leng Dandan walked to the door, both angry and ashamed, her eyes still filled with lingering resentment.
Before leaving, Leng Dandan took one last look at Yao Jin, then sneered at the message in her hand.
*
evening
Wugou Pavilion
Yao Jinfu lay on the bed, carefully recording the events of the day.
As it was nearing bedtime, Yao Jin only hung two luminous pearls on the bed curtains as lamps.
The paper was small, so Yao Jin could only fill in the blanks with words.
She squinted and wrote down: [Dream unlocked 10 percent], [...countdown], [Resurrect 'it'].
After finishing the last stroke, Yao Jin couldn't help but bite the pen. After thinking for a moment, he wrote "一" and "L" below the countdown.
She looked at the paper, frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly connected the clues on the paper, such as the magic patterns and fingernails.
...After thinking it over thoroughly, Yao Jin suddenly realized something.
The small characters didn't generate any electricity this time, perhaps due to restrictions imposed by Heaven? Or perhaps there was no electricity?
After the divination was completed, his subordinates began to write down a series of characters: Wan, Ding, Bing, Bu, Si.
—Chaos, Confucius, succession, world, extinction.
These characters all have "L" as their radical. Now, by matching them together, we can verify whether her conjecture is correct.
Just as Yao Jin was about to put pen to paper, a hand suddenly patted her shoulder—"Madam, what are you writing?"
Yao Jin was startled; his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
She quickly pressed her body down on the paper and turned halfway to look at the person.
Upon discovering it was Xiao Daojun, Yao Jin collected some of the paper and scolded him, "I didn't write anything, just practicing my calligraphy."
Meng Ji stretched out his hand, gesturing for Yao Jin to hand him the paper. "Practicing calligraphy at night is bad for your eyes. If you wish to practice, Madam, you can do so during the day tomorrow."
Yao Jin wrote these words, how could he dare to give them to him? Upon hearing this, he shook his head and said, "No, I'll go put them away myself in a bit."
Meng Ji narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
Yao Jin's body stiffened inexplicably, and he changed the subject, "Why did you suddenly come?"
After getting married, Mengji slept in the study every night except for the wedding night.
Therefore, it's not surprising that Yao Jin asked this question.
But they are a married couple, so it's not surprising that they sleep together.
Meng Ji paused for a moment, then said, "I forgot to bring my nightgown."
Yao Jin breathed a sigh of relief and blinked. "They're still over there."
She lay down on one side, resting her chin on her hand, and gestured towards the closet, saying, "Don't you have several of these in your study?"
Before Yao Jin moved in, Meng Ji had always lived in the bedroom of Wugou Pavilion.
After Yao Jin came in, Meng Ji strictly adhered to the gentleman's way of maintaining health and mostly slept in the study.
But Yao Jin remembered that Xiao Daojun had brought some daily necessities with him.
Meng Ji paused for a moment, then said, "The servants took it to wash it, and it's not dry yet."
Yao Jin muttered, "They really don't know how to enjoy life."
Why make things so complicated when a simple purification spell would suffice?
However, she respected the other person's lifestyle, since she didn't need to wash it anyway. Meng Ji looked at the motionless Yao Jin and pursed his lips, "Isn't Madam going to help me?"
Normally, if he mentioned these little things, Yao Jin would have already sweetly come up to him and found them for him.
But now...
Upon hearing this, Yao Jin thought of the way the two of them got along. She was taken aback at first, then looked at her palm and found that there was no small writing on it. She then rolled her eyes and said, "Go by yourself, it's just a short walk away."
The cabinet was originally placed in the inner room so that Meng Ji could get dressed as soon as he got up in the morning. However, after Yao Jin moved into Wugou Pavilion, he made slight adjustments to the layout of the hall.
Yao Jin disliked that the wardrobe was blocking her view of the night sky, so she moved it to a slightly off-center side hall.
Meng Ji: "Hmm."
One breath, two breaths.
The small characters still haven't appeared.
Although I don't understand why the small print didn't appear, I'm very happy in this state.
Yao Jin wasn't looking for trouble. She glanced at the side hall and lazily reached out her hand, "Be gentle when you turn over, don't mess up my clothes."
Meng Ji looked away, refusing to look at the nightgown that had been pulled up and that slender waist.
He walked to the side hall, opened the closet, and immediately saw his white nightgown.
The white dress was monotonous and squeezed to the very edge, next to a row of Confucian-style skirts.
Meng Ji paused his hand, which was reaching for his nightgown, and gently fiddled with the long skirts.
The skirts worn by Yao Jin are mostly in flamboyant and pretty colors such as crimson and gilded gold, woven with gold thread, making them look magnificent.
It's as if by looking at the skirt, one can see the girl's flamboyant and unrestrained demeanor.
Suddenly, Mengji's fingertips stopped, no longer moving forward.
He rubbed his fingers together and slowly pulled out a soft undergarment from a pile of long skirts. "Madam is not wearing an undergarment."
"Hmm?" After Yao Jin left, he was hiding the paper. He felt unsafe under the pillow one moment and unsafe under the blanket the next. After hearing Meng Ji's words, he muttered, "We're going to sleep. Why wear that? It's uncomfortable to wear it."
The silk blouse was embroidered with exquisite totems, which Yao Jin had instructed the weavers at the weaving peak to embroider.
The totem was large and winding, almost taking up the entire front area. It looked like an ancient flower, eerie yet perfectly harmonious.
Two clusters of buds extend from the inside above the flower, landing at the collar—one can imagine that when worn, they would be positioned directly over the two most delicate parts of a young girl's body.
Meng Ji's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he stared intently at the bud.
Yao Jin was a bit flustered. She pulled the paper back from under the mattress, thought for a moment, and stuffed it under her bottom.
She decided that she would never leave this bed tonight, no matter what.
"Haven't you found it yet?" Yao Jin felt he had been dawdling long enough, but he didn't expect Xiao Daojun to take even longer.
"Didn't find it." Meng Ji's voice was a little hoarse.
He didn't take out his sleeping clothes, but calmly put the undergarment into his storage box, and turned to walk towards the inner hall. "Since I couldn't find it, I'll rest here tonight."
Yao Jin panicked immediately. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have hidden the paper under her bottom. "Don't come any closer!"
Perhaps out of guilt, the voice was so forceful that it seemed somewhat abrupt.
The secret passage to the gold mine is bad.
Meng Ji indeed stopped, his figure indistinct through the bed curtains. "What's wrong with Madam today? Is she hiding something?"
What are they hiding?
Isn't it because they're hiding those deadly notes?
Yao Jin's mind was buzzing for a moment.
She hated herself for not simply swallowing the papers, so she wouldn't be discovered and people would think she was a pervert who remembered everyone's preferences and daily routines like a dating guide.
Wait, a strategy guide?
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