Each has its own merits
Xu Shulou took the little witch back to his room: "What should I call you?"
"…My name is Yue'er."
Judging from her slightly unnatural expression, the name she gave might be a fake one, but Xu Shulou didn't care. He just nodded and said, "Okay, Yue'er, the bunk bed is unavailable, so you can stay here for now. When we get to the next stop, the Never-Sleeping City, you can get off the ship or whatever you want."
"Why are you helping me? Don't all you cultivators hate the demons?"
"Since I saw it, I helped you. Why should I be so logical?" Xu Shulou took out a box of snacks and handed it to her.
"What's this?"
"It's for you to kill time," Xu Shulou smiled, "I'm going to leave first, you can do whatever you want."
She was about to leave the room when Yue'er called her back: "Thank you, Xu Shulou, I will remember you."
This girl probably seldom came into contact with monks or mortals on a daily basis and didn't quite understand their speaking habits, so a simple word of gratitude sounded like revenge to her.
Xu Shulou couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I'll bring you lunch. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"
"I can eat anything," Yue'er whispered, "The things in the cultivation world are so delicious."
"I see."
"..." Yue'er watched her leave the room and breathed a sigh of relief. When she was little, her parents were afraid that she would go to the world of cultivation to play, so they always told her some scary stories about cultivators catching demon children, boiling them, roasting them and eating them.
Although she knew it was a lie when she grew up a little - the mortal world and the cultivation world were rich in food, and the demon children were not delicious enough to be on the cultivators' menu.
But the fear in her heart was always rooted, and her parents had never lied about the hostility of cultivators towards the demons. Ever since she sneaked out, she was always on edge, fearing that the cultivators would discover that she was a demon. Now that she was alone, she dared to relax and lie by the window to look at the scenery.
Xu Shulou left the room, went to the hairdresser to get a new hairstyle, and went to the casino to gamble a little. He played a few games of chess and cards with others. The Go here was a little special. The surrounded chess pieces did not need to be taken away manually by the opponent, but would be swallowed by chess pieces of another color. When a mortal was lamenting that the jade chess pieces could only be used once, it was too extravagant. Then he saw a servant boy beside him pick up a black chess piece and pat it. The black chess piece reluctantly spit out a few white pieces. The white pieces fell on the table and shook their bodies in disgust.
The mortal who sighed opened his mouth wide: "How interesting."
Xu Shulou smiled. She was not greedy. After winning dozens of spirit stones, she stopped and strolled out of the casino leisurely.
One floor below the casino is a theater where many people are listening to opera.
Xu Shulou passed by the door and recognized the play being performed. It was adapted from a famous play in the mortal world about a prodigal son. The complex love-hate relationship in the play made it a timeless classic. It had probably been performed countless times in the mortal opera theater, but at this moment, many mortals in the theater were still watching it with great interest.
Xu Shulou stopped for a moment out of curiosity. When the weak girl kicked her fiancé who came to break off the engagement away, she finally understood the difference between this play and the mortal world.
She watched the slender girl beat up her ungrateful father, her sweet-mouthed stepmother, her rude half-brother, and her two-faced friend, leaving them with black and blue faces. She had only one question in her mind: who should she beat next?
"They're going to fight again, they're going to fight again!" A pair of mortal sisters watching nearby were excited.
Sure enough, this time the girl on the stage issued an imperial decree ordering her to become a co-wife.
How would this end? Xu Shulou, who had planned to watch for a while and then leave, sat down obediently and began to think about the direction of the next plot.
The following plot became more and more outrageous, when the weak girl was about to be sacrificed by her father and stepmother, but she stole the tiger talisman of her father who was a general, started a rebellion, and finally her father had to follow her on the road of no return. She then personally killed her father, stepmother and all her brothers and sisters and ascended the throne. The audience in the audience couldn't close their mouths.
The main plot of the original story is the prodigal son's return. Where is the prodigal son?
Oh, when the weak girl ascended the throne, the prodigal son was kneeling below and shouting "Long live the king".
Although it was outrageous, there were many illogical plots, for example, the tiger talisman was too easy to steal and the general's father was too stupid. But it was also very cool and had a shocking effect on the soul. At least the audience in the audience couldn't recover from it for a long time.
After the curtain fell, a female cultivator happily jumped onto the stage and announced that this was a new play script she had adapted. As the audience was still in a daze, no one tipped or cheered for a while. The female cultivator could only continue to say with regret that she had liked reading mortal scripts since she was a child, and her biggest dream was to open a troupe in the mortal world and only perform plays she had written.
The mortals looked at her in a trance, but no one realized that they should pour a basin of cold water on her - if such a play dared to be performed in the mortal world, the entire troupe would most likely be sentenced to prison.
The nun shrugged. "Well, no one cheered, but at least no one threw rotten eggs at me, which is progress."
She looked at the list in her hand and said, "The next show is an adaptation of the mortal story book Romance of the West Chamber. Please have some tea, our actors will be on stage shortly."
Perhaps because they were afraid of seeing Cui Yingying fighting Zhang Sheng with a sword, some spectators decisively slipped away.
But there were also some people who sat still, indicating that they just wanted to watch Cui Yingying fight Zhang Sheng.
Some people also drew inferences from the example and asked the female cultivator on the stage whether she had any stories similar to "Du Shiniang's Fury and the Sinking of Li Jia", which was adapted from "Du Shiniang's Fury and the Sinking of the Treasure Box".
The female cultivator seemed to be thinking: "You have given me inspiration, I will create it now!"
She ran away in a hurry, and the spectators were left alone. They looked at each other in confusion.
Xu Shulou drank up the Luyuan tea in the bowl, then stood up and discussed with the servant boy beside him whether he could send someone to inform her if the girl really adapted the novel "Du Shiniang's Fury at Li Jia".
The servant boy naturally agreed to everything when facing the distinguished guests.
Xu Shulou then leisurely left the theater and strolled to the next floor of the boat.
This floor was probably prepared for lively and active monks. As soon as Xu Shulou entered the door, he heard everyone inside making an appointment to go out and compete in sword-flying speed under the rising sun tomorrow morning.
Xu Shulou slipped away quickly. Even when his junior sister wanted to watch the sunrise a few days ago, he couldn't pull her away from his big bed in the early morning, let alone competing in sword flying with a stranger.
Having not seen his junior sister for the whole morning, Xu Shulou went to the deck to take a look, wanting to see if Bai Roushuang was still fighting with someone else.
But the junior sister didn't find it, but she noticed that there were maids on the deck distributing a kind of elixir. After taking it, one can transform into a random animal, and the effect can last for half an hour.
This elixir is harmless to the body and even ordinary people can take it for fun.
However, in order to prevent someone from taking the elixir away for theft or other crimes, regulations state that no one can take too many or take the elixir away. Everyone who receives the elixir must take it on the spot.
Many people found it novel and came over to get the elixir.
Xu Shulou looked at the chicks and ducklings on the ground, the geckos and snakes swimming around, the swallows and phoenixes flying in the sky, as well as the fish and dolphins that had been prepared by the maids and stuffed into the big tank. He found it interesting and joined the queue to get medicine.
She got a brown pill. It looked ordinary and her function could not be discerned. She tilted her head back and took it. She instantly felt her body lighten. The next moment she had spread her wings and was floating in the air.
She lowered her head and tried to identify the color of her fur. She flew to the water tank and looked at herself in the water. She was surprised to find that she had turned into a cute little bird with plump blue feathers.
She couldn't help wanting to show it to her junior sister, but unfortunately after flying around the deck twice, she couldn't find any trace of Bai Roushuang.
Xu Shulou soared in the air for a while, thought about it, and decided to fly back to his room first. However, as soon as he flew to the window, he saw Bai Roushuang and Yue'er fighting inside.
Xu Shulou wanted to stop them, but he could only make two chirping sounds. After thinking about it, he decided not to rush and simply squatted on the windowsill and watched them fight.
Seeing the two men fighting back and forth with palm strikes and sword strikes, Xu Shulou jumped lightly on the windowsill and found a good vantage point to watch the fight.
This little witch is still a youngster, not very strong, and she is in a stalemate with Bai Roushuang who is in the foundation building stage. However, the body movements of the demons are indeed rare and treacherous in the world of cultivation.
Xu Shulou carefully observed the movement and, following the bird's habit, tilted his head and smoothed his feathers.
During the fight, the little witch accidentally stepped on a small spiritual formation in the room. Her foot slipped, revealing a flaw, and she was immediately attacked by Bai Roushuang.
Bai Roushuang has indeed made great progress, but once she faces a fighting style she has never seen before, she still seems awkward and immature, and Yue'er soon takes back the offensive.
She still needs more practical experience. Once she has enough experience, her progress will be limitless.
Xu Shulou tried hiding her head under her wings. She felt warm and safe. No wonder many birds like to do this. She used her new flexible body to try the Golden Rooster Stand. After the effect of the elixir wore off, she turned back into a human and stood on one leg on the windowsill with a graceful posture.
The sudden appearance of a living person finally made the two men who were fighting to a draw stop in surprise.
"Senior Sister, there is a demon in your room!"
"Xu Shulou, a madman broke into your room and beat everyone he saw!"
The voices of the two people complaining rang out at the same time.
"Who are you calling crazy?"
"Xu Shulou is your senior sister?"
Again, they said it in unison.
Xu Shulou jumped down from the window sill and introduced the two of them as if nothing had happened: "This is my junior sister Bai Roushuang, and this is Miss Yue'er."
The two then realized it was a misunderstanding and nodded to each other reluctantly as a barely acceptable greeting.
Bai Roushuang then asked curiously, "Senior Sister, how did you appear out of thin air? Was that blue bird you transformed into just now?"
Xu Shulou nodded and told her about the distribution of elixirs on the deck.
Bai Roushuang was not in a hurry to try the interesting elixir, but asked hesitantly: "Then...how long have you been watching?"
"About an incense stick of time."
Bai Roushuang glanced at Yue'er and said, "So, Senior Sister, who do you think is stronger among us? If we continue to fight, who will win?"
Yue'er also pricked up her ears when she heard this question.
Two pairs of eyes looked at Xu Shulou eagerly.
“It’s hard to say,” she commented impartially, “each dish has its own merits.”
“…”
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