Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Brother, you're awake
When the Sect Leader said this, all the disciples were still confused and surprised, but Meng Yuci suddenly withdrew his gaze from Ji Chu and looked up at his master, the Sect Leader of Fu Yu Xian Sect.
Several elders were equally puzzled: it was originally planned to be a competition in an illusion, so why did they suddenly use a magical instrument with greater variables like the Wanxiang Tianluo?
They glanced at each other inconspicuously, and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
The situation in the Wanxiang Tianluo Pan is only known to the participants themselves, and others have no way of knowing.
Now that the competition format has changed, the water mirror that can be used to observe the performance of the disciples is no longer useful.
They could only wait for the results of the game, but they had no idea what exactly happened.
Immortal Master Huiyuan ignored the gazes coming from all directions, waved his sleeves, and a palm-sized jade token made of crystal clear jade appeared in front of each of the disciples participating in the Immortal Questioning Conference.
"Once you enter the small world, the details of the competition will be displayed on the jade book. If the jade book is broken, you will be eliminated."
After saying this, he raised his hand, and the Wanxiang Tianluo slowly rose to the air. The figures of the disciples standing on different positions disappeared and were teleported to different small worlds.
After the last disciple disappeared, Immortal Huiyuan once again recalled the man's "threat" in his mind:
"It would be too stingy to only allow the top three to see the divine bones. I will arrange for you to ensure that everyone who attends the Immortal Questioning Conference can see the divine bones."
Despite all the thoughts in his mind, Immortal Hui Yuan remained calm. He raised his hand to signal Meng Yuci to come forward and spoke in secret:
"Things have changed. I have no choice but to separate my disciples. You will be the one who personally takes care of one of these worlds."
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Ji Chu, now Yang Sisi, the flower girl who lives at the end of the alley, pushed open the gate with a basket in her arms.
The small world she was transported to by the Wanxiang Star Compass looked no different from the human world. It was a small town far away from wars and disputes.
During the illusionary assessment, disciples must not reveal their identities at will, otherwise everyone would be able to wield a sword and use spiritual power to kill people, and there would be no need for the exam.
The jade book card was empty, without any characters related to the exam content, so she had no choice but to follow "Yang Sisi's" usual route for the time being.
Yang Sisi is an ordinary person. Her parents died early, and she depends on her brother for survival.
Her brother Yang Nianzhi was frail and sickly and unable to support the family, so Yang Sisi often went to the back mountain to pick flowers and then sold them in the city, barely earning enough money for the two of them to eat.
It rained for two consecutive days, and Yang Nianzhi accidentally caught a cold. He coughed all day yesterday and started to have a high fever again this morning.
Yang Sisi ran to the city to get medicine early in the morning and just got home now.
Although the courtyard is simple, it is very clean.
The door of Yang Nianzhi's room was closed and there was no movement. He must still be asleep.
Yang Sisi was lucky the day before yesterday. The flowers she picked were noticed by a big customer, who not only bought all of them at once, but also gave her a small bag of chess pieces as a reward.
I heard that these chess pieces were "cloud pieces" made of extremely precious gems, but most of them were lost and broken, and the remaining pieces could not even make up half of the game, so they were casually given to Yang Sisi as a reward.
Yunzi are valuable materials, and even if they are few in number and broken, they are still treasures for people who can barely afford to eat. They can be sold by weight to cast iron furnaces, who will melt them and recast them, making a lot of money.
Yang Sisi treasured these chess pieces very much. She put them in her purse and carried them with her, planning to find an opportunity to sell them.
It was just that Yang Nianzhi's illness was sudden, so she didn't go out the whole day yesterday and had no time to look for buyers, so she kept hanging it around her waist.
Ji Chu didn't dare to touch Yang Sisi's things. He just rummaged through her purse when he first came, but didn't see anything of value. He also brought out a lot of debris that were blown away by the wind. He was afraid that he would lose a lot of money from selling them.
So she quickly sealed the purse and hung it back around her waist, and used the remaining silver to buy medicine.
After she returned home, she put down the basket, opened the medicine and put it on the fire to boil, then ran to the kitchen to get half a cake and put it in her mouth.
Normally, Yang Nianzhi cooked at home, but now that she was sick, she could only eat the cold pancakes left over from yesterday.
Ji Chu picked up a fan from the kitchen and imitated the movements of others making medicine. He fanned the medicine pot in a very professional manner, while absent-mindedly studying the jade book in his hand.
The gate was half-closed, and occasionally someone passed by. After a while, Aunt He, the neighbor, smelled the smell of medicine and pushed open the gate of her house. When she saw Ji Chu, she immediately shouted:
"Oh my God! Are you boiling medicine or making porcelain?"
As she spoke, she hurried forward, snatched the fan from Ji Chu's hand, opened the medicine jar through the thick cloth and took a look. The water inside was almost boiled dry.
Aunt He looked helpless and urged her to take the bowl of medicine, saying:
"Is your brother sick again? Sigh...did he have cold biscuits this morning?"
As she spoke, she became sad again:
"Old Yang and his wife are so cruel. They left you two like that and just left without saying goodbye. One of them is sick and has to take care of the younger one. Even eating has become a problem..."
Aunt He choked up in the middle of her sobs, then suddenly changed the subject and asked:
"You were selling flowers on the street a few days ago. Did you meet any strange people?"
Ji Chu was a little confused and replied:
"Strange people? No... I didn't go out all day yesterday. Did something happen?"
"No! I was just asking casually."
Aunt He changed the subject very abruptly:
"Speaking of which, your brother is in poor health, and it's too hard for you to support the family alone. Why don't you find a husband as soon as possible to settle down and take care of your brother together with you?"
Ji Chu: “Ah?”
Aunt He looked prepared and stuffed a booklet into her hand:
"You girl, you don't care about your own affairs at all. Look, there are all the best guys here... Take a look, and if you like one, I'll ask for your help!"
After saying that, she pushed Ji Chu's shoulder, with an eager expression as if she could take medicine to recover today, choose a husband tomorrow, and have a wedding banquet the day after tomorrow:
"Alright, alright, stop standing here and go inside and give your brother the medicine... Remember to read the booklet!"
Ji Chu only had time to take a quick glance, and on the top page seemed to be written the words "A beautiful lady is a gentleman's dream match."
It turned out that this was a pile of "love poems".
She held a stack of papers in a daze, and pushed open Yang Nianzhi's door with a bowl of medicine in her hand.
Yang Nianzhi lay quietly on the bed, his facial features were delicate and handsome, and his face was slightly pale due to long-term illness, which made him look even cleaner and more elegant. He was as handsome and sparse as a bamboo, and looked even more handsome than Yang Sisi.
He is just a sickly handsome man, a sickly handsome man who has a fever and is sleeping at the mercy of others.
Ji Chu put the "blind date booklet" in his hand on the table, stood by the bed with the medicine and thought for a while, only to realize that he didn't know how to take care of the patient, let alone feed the medicine.
Yang Nianzhi was unconscious. She gestured with the bowl and spoon for a long time, feeding him one spoonful and missing half. She couldn't muster the heart to pry open the jaw of the weak and beautiful person on the bed. In the end, she could only sit dejectedly on the edge of the bed and read these "love poems" expressing her feelings for "Yang Sisi".
"The so-called beauty is on the other side of the water."
"There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful."
"Your green collar is always in my heart."
“…”
She knew every word, and when they were put together it was like a combination of punches that made her dizzy.
Ji Chu flipped through the pages from day to night, but Yang Nianzhi didn't wake up, the jade book card didn't change at all, and the task didn't appear.
She was a little anxious, and made another bowl of medicine for Yang Nianzhi, but still spilled most of it.
During this time, Aunt He came over and saw that Yang Nianzhi was still asleep. She asked her if she had any "love poems" that she liked:
"Just pick yours boldly, the sooner the better. No matter which one you choose, Aunt He can negotiate it for you!"
Ji Chu, who had lost all his strength while reading the poem, said: "..."
She said politely, "I don't really like reading poetry."
“I don’t like poetry…”
Aunt He was disappointed at first, but soon cheered up again and took out a stack of booklets with portraits:
"If you really don't find anyone you like, that's fine. Aunt He knows a few who can't write poetry, but they're all first-rate looking. You can go back and pick some... Be careful, we can't put it off any longer!"
Ji Chu: "Why can't it be delayed?"
Aunt He hesitated for a moment, then thought of what that person had said, and decided to change the subject:
"...This is because good guys are so popular, I'm afraid you'll miss out! You must choose one quickly!"
Her tone was so serious and urgent that Ji Chu couldn't help but start to suspect that his mission in this small world was actually to choose a husband for "Yang Sisi".
...and take care of her brother together?
What the hell is going on?!
Ji Chu had no experience in dealing with these topics. After finally sending Aunt He away, she took the small photo album and the pile of love poems and sat at the door of Yang Nianzhi's room, carefully reading through them in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Although it is impossible for the Asking Immortals Conference to have such an absurd task as choosing a son-in-law, this was something that the "locals" insisted on giving her, and there might be some clues in it that could activate the task.
Ji Chu forced himself to calm down and look carefully.
But she only held on for a while, as she gradually lost her mind amid the similar portraits and pedantic poems. She let out a long sigh, "Ah--" and fell on her back on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"The competition is hard, brewing medicine is hard, and choosing a husband for myself is even harder—!"
She spread her arms, taking advantage of the fact that no one could see her, and sighed with deep emotion.
With the threshold as the dividing line, Ji Chu's legs were outside the house, and her upper body fell into Yang Nianzhi's house. The sunset light rushed in from outside the door as she lay down, illuminating her face and hair golden. The delicate features on her face were particularly obvious in the sunset, as if covered by a layer of golden mist.
Ji Chu opened his eyes and stared at the person sitting on the bed from an inverted perspective.
*
When Meng Yuci opened his eyes, he saw this scene.
After Ji Chu and his group of disciples were teleported away, he also entered the Wanxiang Tianluo Pan and checked many small worlds, and finally it was this world's turn.
Because the transmission and investigation took time, the identity he replaced had been in a coma. At this time, a whole day had passed since this group of disciples were sent here.
One day is enough for these young disciples to fight several rounds.
Maybe when he showed up, the disciples who were originally competing here had already been eliminated.
But he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he would see Ji Chu lying on the ground at his door, bathed in the glow of the sunset, holding a "love poem" in his left hand and a "portrait" in his right hand, and shouting something like "It's so hard to choose a husband for myself."
Meng Yuci: "..."
Ji Chu was startled by him, and hurriedly turned over and got up from the ground, quickly switching to the role of "the sister who depends on each other for life", imitating the tone of Yang Sisi when she saw Yang Nianzhi wake up, and said in surprise:
"You...ah no, brother, you're awake!"
The identity of this body slowly emerged in Meng Yuci's mind:
Yang Nianzhi, Yang Sisi's older brother, is frail and sickly. He had a high fever and fell into a coma last night.
His gaze shifted from the medicine bowl beside the bed to Ji Chu's face, who was wearing Yang Sisi's shell.
Ji Chu's heartbeat began to accelerate.
Somehow, when Yang Nianzhi was unconscious, he looked like a quiet and peaceful man, but when he opened his eyes, his gaze was so sharp.
As he stared at her without saying a word, he exuded a cold and unapproachable aura.
It even gave her the illusion that her senior brother was looking at her.
Ji Chu instinctively felt guilty under the gaze of this "senior brother-like" man, and subconsciously explained:
"I made some medicine for you, but I didn't control the heat well, so it boiled... and it dried up a bit."
Meng Yuci retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes to look at the "stain" on his collar and cuffs. He could easily imagine how she "dry up the medicine, spilled the medicine, and then used her sleeves to wipe it."
Seeing that he had discovered his "evidence of guilt", Ji Chu became even more nervous.
I originally thought that the identity I matched with was just a relative and it would be easy to fool him, but I didn't expect the other party to have such a strong aura.
She didn't know how Yang Sisi and Yang Nianzhi got along with each other on a daily basis. She could only guess from the attitudes of the neighbors around them that the brother and sister depended on each other and were very close.
Unfortunately, if I get too close, I might notice something's wrong with her...
Ji Chu felt a lot of pressure. He bit his lip and looked back and down, thinking about the possibility of knocking Yang Nianzhi unconscious before his identity was exposed.
If he didn't have time to doubt himself and continued to be sick and unconscious, he shouldn't be considered exposed... right?
Meng Yuci saw all her little movements.
Not only did Ji Chu not want to reveal his identity, he also needed Yang Nianzhi's identity disguise.
So he restrained his breath and said in Yang Nianzhi's tone:
"It's okay, you're not used to doing this anyway."
As soon as he spoke, his voice was soft and weak, like someone who had just recovered from a long illness, which instantly dispelled the previous sense of oppression.
Ji Chu raised his head and looked at Yang Nianzhi.
He has regained the image of a "gentle and sickly brother", making Ji Chu suspect that the oppressive feeling he felt just now was an illusion.
“…Sisi.”
Meng Yuci called her "new name" uncomfortably:
"I heard you say, 'Choosing a husband?'"
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The author has something to say: Congratulations to my senior brother for getting the "Sickly Househusband" character card. The extent of his sickness is questionable, and his househusband skills are loading.
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