Chapter 56 On the fair skin, that red...
Meng Chiwan was puzzled: "It's all collected. Could it really pluck the moon for me?"
“Yes, we can.” Wei Jiyu smiled gently. “Or rather, it alone isn’t enough, but with me, it is. We can borrow some of the full moon’s essence from it.”
Meng Chiwan took out the Affection Device from her storage bag and handed it to Wei Jiyu, but Wei Jiyu did not take it and just looked at her with a smile.
"I need to borrow some of your emotions, preferably some pleasant ones," Wei Jiyu said softly, seemingly in no hurry, guiding her slowly.
Upon hearing that there was a solution, Wen Liansong hurriedly tugged at Meng Chiwan's sleeve and said to her, "Think of something happy?"
Meng Chiwan: "..."
She tried her best to recall things that could bring her joy, but her heart remained empty and undisturbed.
Wen Liansong kept tugging at her sleeve, making her unconsciously start to get a little anxious.
Wei Jiyu seemed to sense her unease, and his voice was as gentle as willow branches brushing the surface of water: "No rush. Chi Wan, have you ever seen the fireworks in the annexed city? Why don't I take you to see them?"
Wen Liansong then realized what was happening and quickly said, "No rush, no rush. There's no need to rush right now."
Meng Chiwan nodded: "I've met you before."
“But today’s fireworks are different. Chi Wan, why don’t you go take a look?” Wei Jiyu looked at her intently.
"Okay." She wanted to see exactly what he meant by "different."
Clusters of fireworks bloomed in the sky. Meng Chiwan tried her best to control herself from thinking about Yun Xianqing, so her thoughts began to wander.
Wei Jiyu, standing beside her, stared intently at her with his clear eyes, naturally noticing her distraction.
"Isn't it pretty?" Wei Jiyu asked her amidst the fireworks.
"It looks good. But there's no difference." A gentle breeze stirred, her hair swaying softly, brushing against her fair cheek. Then she nodded, paused, and said honestly.
“Then take a closer look,” Wei Jiyu said.
Meng Chiwan glanced at the magic plate, but there was no reaction on it.
When she looked up again, she saw clusters of fireworks rising into the sky, but they did not bloom until the sky was filled with fireworks like stars.
The wind seemed to have died down, and the noise of the crowd faded into the distance, as if suddenly plunged into water. Everything seemed to have been paused.
Meng Chiwan looked up, her face dimmed, her expression unreadable. The weariness from her tireless cultivation day and night had finally crept into her eyes. She waited silently for the fireworks to burst into bloom, for a magnificent roar.
In the next instant, in the blink of an eye, countless stars burst forth, scattering across the sky, and then falling like fine rain.
The crowd became noisy again.
Meng Chiwan's face was instantly illuminated, and the lights of thousands of homes flickered in her dark eyes.
It is clear that the trajectory of each cluster of fireworks is like a landscape painting created by someone's brush.
She gazed intently. Until spring was painted across the sky, until myriad flowers bloomed in the air, until mountains and rivers were depicted, her eyes finally filled with amazement.
Then, the last burst of fireworks shot into the sky, amidst the clamor of voices and the anticipation of the crowd.
Blooming.
What was revealed was the silhouette of a gentle, beautiful face. The girl tilted her head slightly, her smile as radiant as a flower; this was exactly how Meng Chiwan looked at that moment.
She stared at the sky in surprise, then suddenly looked at Wei Jiyu.
Wei Jiyu's hands were filled with the flow of spiritual energy. He looked at her with a smile in his eyes, as gentle as a quiet landscape painting.
"Is it pretty?" she heard him ask.
She paused, trying to describe the degree, but in the end, she could only blurt out, "Beautiful."
Then the magic disc in his hand lit up, the starry river swirled, and a dim full moon was reflected in it.
As the fireworks faded, the bright moonlight instantly enveloped her, as if she were draped in a silver-white robe.
Then, tiny specks fell onto the Dharma plate, illuminating the dim moon.
Finally, each moon shone brightly, becoming a true moon.
"The moon has been plucked down." Amidst the clamor, his voice, though seemingly gentle, reached her ears clearly, and his clear eyes made her briefly forget the past.
She chuckled softly, her voice drifting like a blossoming flower into Wei Jiyu's ears: "I like this reward. I'll remember it."
...
The full moonlight poured out from the Dharma plate, then wrapped around the young man meditating on the futon like a ribbon, flowing around his body.
The boy's face gradually turned pale, and his spiritual energy began to stagnate.
Meng Chiwan and Wen Liansong stood outside the magic array, both looking at Wei Jiyu with worry.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a ceremonial plate slowly materialized in the young man's hand.
Then Wei Jiyu opened his eyes, and the moonlight was drawn back into the instrument panel.
"Alright," Wei Jiyu said, standing up.
Meng Chiwan's gaze fell on his hand. The instrument panel looked very ancient, like an old object that had been stored for many years. Its unremarkable appearance would never have made anyone imagine that it was the priceless Myriad Manifestations Instrument Panel.
Wei Jiyu pursed her lips, then circulated her spiritual energy again.
The pointer on the panorama began to spin wildly, as if it had lost control, before finally settling in one place after a long while.
Wei Jiyu said solemnly, "Next, we will enter the illusion. We will be scattered in illusions of different times and spaces, so you must not get lost in them. I have set up a magic array on you. If anything unexpected happens, just use your spiritual power to activate the array, and I will know."
Meng Chiwan and Wen Liansong nodded.
Finally, Wei Jiyu added, "Just in case, I'll give you a red string. Tie it to your wrists. If anything unexpected happens, you can infuse your spiritual energy into the red string."
Meng Chiwan took the red rope and tied it around her wrist. The red mark on her fair skin was somewhat dazzling.
The head of the Liu family stood outside the door, with a group of guards protecting him.
Seeing that the group had closed their eyes and entered the illusion, he instructed them, "Be sure to keep a close watch on them and don't let anyone in. When you fellow Daoists wake up, come and call me."
With that, he turned and left.
But in the blink of an eye, another figure appeared at the door.
Her face was delicate and beautiful, she was dressed in white mourning clothes, and her lips were pale and sorrowful.
"May I go in and take a look?"
...
“Young master, this should not be the way to Lingjiang Palace.”
"It's so annoying, what business is it of yours where I go? Even if I never go back, you still have to come with me obediently, understand?" the boy said impatiently.
I could hear intermittent voices.
Meng Chiwan opened her eyes.
She heard a voice that seemed to be coming from within her own body: "How boring. We've been walking for so long. Could that woman have been lying to me? Is that magical artifact really that powerful?"
The next moment, the voice turned fierce and sinister.
"If she dares to lie to me, I will use her as a sacrifice to my sword!" The voice still came from her body.
Meng Chiwan understood.
If nothing unexpected happens, she is now the legendary Liu Yuan.
She tried to manipulate the body, but it was all in vain.
She sighed silently.
It seems I'm seeing these memories through the eyes of others again.
It feels so familiar. It's like I've seen the world from inside Lin Yudong's body before.
Liu Yuan remained silent, and so did the other cultivators.
Liu Yuan idly maneuvered the fairy boat, driving it aimlessly and changing direction at will.
Several cultivators stood aside, only able to sigh helplessly.
They complained that they couldn't get to Lingjiang Palace, and they didn't follow the route.
"I've heard that the brothels in Jiangzuo are famous throughout the world, I'd like to go and see them." Liu Yuan looked at the tiny city tower on the ground and suddenly became excited.
"I've been holding back for ages!" he laughed, but his voice wasn't unpleasant at all. Just from his voice, you'd never guess he was that kind of person.
But the language was crude and vulgar.
Upon hearing his words, Meng Chiwan suddenly had a bad feeling.
Wait a minute. Is she going to be in this body, experiencing him doing *that* the whole time?
She desperately tried to turn around, but her body was beyond her control.
The cultivators following behind him all breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it's a brothel. They don't just pick any girl and force themselves on her. At least it's legal...
No matter how much Meng Chiwan resisted, the fairy boat still landed and stopped at the city gate.
Liu Yuan strolled around, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, like a local tyrant touring his territory.
Meng Chiwan was filled with unease, fearing that he might have taken a fancy to some girl.
The cultivators behind Liu Yuan were also worried. Some even wanted to stand in front of some of the girls.
After walking around and stopping frequently, we finally arrived at a brothel.
Without a second thought, Liu Yuan, reeking of money, entered the brothel.
The brothel was filled with the fragrance of young women. Various erotic scenes unfolded one after another.
Meng Chiwan: I need a pair of eyes that I've never seen before.
I feel like gouging my eyes out.
Fortunately, Liu Yuan seemed to have some requirements for the courtesans. They not only looked at their faces and figures, but also selected them based on their talents and voices. As a result, it took them quite a while to find one who was completely satisfactory.
Meng Chiwan was constantly on edge. However, watching her beautiful wife display her talents was quite a treat for her.
The same pair of eyes: one scrutinizes and objectifies those girls, the other simply appreciates them.
I spent a long time looking, but I couldn't find anything good.
Willow Garden seems a bit boring.
But the next instant, a beautiful figure appeared in her sight.
The girl was holding a zither, dressed in green, with a slender figure. Her long hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, and her face was covered by a thin veil, making it difficult to see her features. However, her bright, watery eyes looked truly beautiful.
In an instant, everything around seemed to lose its color, except for the girl, who remained as beautiful as ever.
Author's note: Who understands the feeling of redemption from writing nine thousand words a day? [crying emoji]
Guess who that girl is? [Lower-eared rabbit head]
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