Chapter 104 Chapter 104 Hundreds of Years and Thousands of Years...
As dawn broke, sunlight shone through the window lattice, casting faint shadows on the blue bricks that trembled gently in the breeze.
Sheng Zhiyi lay in the brocade quilt, subconsciously reaching out to touch the side, her brows furrowing, and slowly opening her eyes.
The bedside was indeed empty, and the blankets were slightly cool, indicating that the person had been gone for quite some time.
She sat up, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and yawned.
Yesterday, the two discussed returning to Tianyan Sect. She had buried several jars of wine under the pear blossoms on Shuanghua Peak, all of which were fine wines she had secretly obtained from Chen Huaiyu. They couldn't let them go to waste.
The two had traveled to the Northern Sea after the great battle and had just returned.
In the past, when they went out to complete tasks, they were inevitably in a hurry, traveling from dawn till dusk. But now, the two of them have shed their burdens and are only here to enjoy the scenery, so their priority is comfort and enjoyment. As a result, they inevitably have to worry about all kinds of food, clothing, accommodation, and transportation.
Ji Fuguang served her diligently throughout the journey, handling all matters perfectly. Sheng Zhiyi originally wanted to help, but he pressed her shoulders down to sit, bringing her dried fruit and storybooks to amuse her. She wanted to say something, but seeing him enjoying himself, she simply lay down.
They traveled on and off, and now, more than three years have passed since they returned.
Sheng Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.
When she woke up, Ji Fuguang was not by her side. This was the first time in three years.
The moment her foot touched the ground, a creak came from inside the room, and the door was gently pushed open.
Bathed in the clear sunlight, a tall, slender figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist slowly walked in, carrying a tray in his hands.
"Awake?" Ji Fuguang asked softly.
Sheng Zhiyi wrinkled her nose and sniffed twice, then leaned closer. "It smells so good. What did you make?"
Ji Fuguang didn't rush to answer. Instead, he put down the tray, picked up his coat, and helped Sheng Zhiyi put it on.
His body blocked Sheng Zhiyi's view. Sheng Zhiyi wanted to tilt her head to look, but she heard his voice, which was half-smiling and half-mocking, "Junior Sister, who was it that vowed a few days ago that they would dress completely covered from now on?"
He was referring to the incident on their way back, when they passed through Lanxi Town and Sheng Zhiyi caught a cold while looking at shooting stars from the window late at night.
"I thought the shooting star would disappear in an instant, so it's not my fault," Sheng Zhiyi muttered, standing obediently with her arms outstretched, letting Ji Fuguang help her put on her sleeves.
But she couldn't contain herself any longer and looked up at Ji Fuguang, a mixture of curiosity and probing in her eyes, "You can actually cook? What did you cook?"
Ji Fuguang chuckled, "Junior Sister, guess?"
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and slowly tied a knot in Sheng Zhiyi's belt, clearly indicating that he didn't want her to look at it immediately.
Sheng Zhiyi couldn't think of anything, so she made a few random guesses: "Porridge? Wonton? Clear soup noodles?"
Both of them prefer light flavors, especially in the morning, so Ji Fuguang probably wouldn't make anything particularly novel.
She made her guesses one by one, but Ji Fuguang shook his head at each one, his face showing a nonchalant expression.
Sheng Zhiyi shut her mouth and stared at the red mole on his eyelid crease.
Although she couldn't guess, she had her own clever plan.
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, pecked Ji Fuguang's eyelids, took a step back, tilted her head slightly, and smiled, "Now I can see it, right?"
Two years ago, Sheng Zhiyi discovered that Ji Fuguang's mole was unusually sensitive. Whenever she used this trick, Ji Fuguang had no way to deal with her.
Sure enough, Ji Fuguang chuckled and let go of his hand.
Sheng Zhiyi quickly walked to the table.
A translucent, clear liquid filled a white porcelain bowl, sprinkled with various dried fruits and delicate flower petals. Sheng Zhiyi exclaimed in surprise, "You made lotus root starch?"
Ji Fuguang brought out a white porcelain bowl and placed it in front of her, then set out other side dishes. "These past few days you've been thinking about the lotus root starch shop in the east of the city, wishing you could have someone stay at your house to cook for you."
He sat opposite her, pointed to the bowl in front of Sheng Zhiyi, and said, "Try it."
Thinking of the enthusiastic young owner of the lotus root starch shop, Sheng Zhiyi smiled. She could hear the slight sarcasm in Ji Fuguang's words, so she picked up a spoon and generously scooped up a large spoonful, her eyes immediately lighting up: "Delicious! Much better than the one in the east of the city!"
Watching Ji Fuguang's lips curve upwards by two pixels.
Sheng Zhiyi had a strange feeling that she was sitting opposite a snow leopard with gorgeous fur, which would make a satisfied purring sound if she stroked its fur.
After dinner, Sheng Zhiyi sat in front of the dressing table, and Ji Fuguang stood behind her, combing her hair.
In the bronze mirror, her dark hair was gradually gathered up and combed into an intricately shaped bun.
Sheng Zhiyi looked at Ji Fuguang's skillful movements and felt ashamed of herself.
She herself is usually too lazy to do it, she just combs her hair simply or performs a magic spell, but Ji Fuguang seems to really like to draw her eyebrows and comb her hair, repeating it tirelessly every day.
Ji Fuguang inserted the flower hairpin into her hair bun and took half a step back.
Sheng Zhiyi looked at herself in the bronze mirror from left to right. "I'm wearing a cassia bun today? It looks quite nice."
Her hair was curled into two loops on both sides, hanging down, and swayed slightly as she turned left and right.
Ji Fuguang subtly tugged at her hair, watching Sheng Zhiyi tilt her head back, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
He thought to himself: It looks a bit like a rabbit.
After packing up, the two flew to the Tianyan Sect on their swords.
Ji Fuguang originally wanted to drive the flying car there, which they had bought before and was more comfortable than flying on a sword. But Sheng Zhiyi disagreed. She just wanted to sneak in, see the current situation of the Tianyan Sect, and take a few jars of wine. She didn't want to disturb too many people.
Although she stopped the war between immortals and demons and avoided more casualties, the relationship between humans and demons can only be described as easing, and Ji Fuguang's identity is still somewhat awkward.
Ji Fuguang flew on his sword, with Sheng Zhiyi standing behind him, her face brushed against his hair. Seeing this, Ji Fuguang set up a windproof barrier, and Sheng Zhiyi instantly felt that they were in a tranquil environment.
She pinched Ji Fuguang's long hair, which emitted a faint scent of pear blossoms, so faint that you had to bring it close to your nose to smell it.
Suddenly, she remembered that Ji Fuguang's hair had turned white overnight due to heartache. When he later looked for her, he always covered it with demonic energy. It was only in the temple that his demonic bones were extracted, and she saw his white hair for a moment.
After being resurrected, Ji Fuguang returned to his original black hair appearance. Thinking about it this way, the white hair and red mole were just a fleeting glimpse.
Ji Fuguang was flying on his sword when he felt his sleeve being tugged. He turned around and saw Sheng Zhiyi smiling.
"how?"
"Senior brother, when we get back... show me your white hair, okay?" Sheng Zhiyi said softly.
Ji Fuguang glanced down and saw Sheng Zhiyi's outstretched arm, which then wrapped around his waist.
He raised his hand, pinched Sheng Zhiyi's fingers and played with them. Her nails were a watery red color dyed with flower juice, glossy and translucent.
When the two were in the Northern Sea, there was a local custom of dyeing fingernails. Sheng Zhiyi wanted to dye her nails too, but she always dyed the skin around her nails. Later, Ji Fuguang learned the technique and dyed her nails himself when he returned.
Seeing that Ji Fuguang didn't speak, Sheng Zhiyi tilted her head, hooked her finger, and tickled his palm, "How about it?"
Ji Fuguang hummed in agreement.
Sheng Zhiyi was satisfied and was about to withdraw her hand when Ji Fuguang grabbed it.
The two used invisibility magic to fly over the Tianyan Sect's barrier. Sheng Zhiyi originally intended to go straight to Shuanghua Peak, but Ji Fuguang pointed to the mountain gate and asked, "Why are there so many people?"
A large number of disciples had gathered on the hilltop, forming a dense, noisy crowd.
The two landed and, as they got closer, they realized that these were all newly initiated disciples, still just mortals. At this moment, their faces were filled with nervous excitement, and they were whispering and chattering amongst themselves.
Sheng Zhiyi shook her head, adopting the demeanor of a senior.
She was on her way to the introductory trial, but she wasn't in such a bad mood.
"Yes, Junior Sister was calm and composed, arriving last and almost missing out," Ji Fuguang said slowly, brushing aside her hair. She had nearly overslept, her hair now disheveled.
Hearing him expose her past, Sheng Zhiyi glared at him angrily, "How do you remember everything?"
Ji Fuguang chuckled softly and said nothing more.
The entire venue suddenly fell silent as two high-ranking disciples arrived and announced, "The acting sect leader has arrived!"
Acting sect leader?
Sheng Zhiyi curiously peeked over and saw Chen Huaiyu wearing a dark blue sect leader's robe, walking over somewhat lazily.
She yawned without any attempt to hide it, looked at the disciples below, scratched her head, and said, "Is there anything you want to say... um..." The disciple next to her whispered something, and she continued, "Then let me show you around the sect first."
Chen Huaiyu walked in front, and his disciples began to introduce him.
Regarding the history, lineage, and cultivation methods of the Tianyan Sect...
The more Sheng Zhiyi listened, the more familiar it seemed. Suddenly, she realized that these were things that Ji Fuguang had copied in the library.
He strictly followed the rules for disciples and copied them down bit by bit.
At that time... he probably wanted to stay here forever.
Sheng Zhiyi reached out and grasped Ji Fuguang's hand.
He lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, and gripped Sheng Zhiyi's hand tightly.
It doesn't matter anymore; he prefers his current life.
The two remained hidden behind him, following the new disciple forward.
It was a place they were both familiar with, but listening to it now felt fresh and new.
As they walked, Chen Huaiyu turned a corner and led his disciples to the main hall.
She swung her arm forcefully, and the barrier opened, revealing the statue inside.
Sheng Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, and she could clearly feel that Ji Fuguang also stiffened for a moment.
Two statues, magnified a hundred times, stand in the temple, alongside the immortal lords who founded the Tianyan Sect.
"Sheng Zhiyi, Ji Fuguang... stopped the war between immortals and demons, saved the common people from suffering, and discovered that spiritual power and demonic energy originated from the same source, both belonging to the power of chaos..."
Sheng Zhiyi pulled Ji Fuguang away quietly. Hearing others praise her so seriously made her feel a little strange.
However… Sheng Zhiyi turned her head. The main hall door was open, and all the newly initiated disciples were listening attentively to Chen Huaiyu’s words and carefully looking at the statues of the two.
It doesn't seem so bad.
The two arrived at Frostflower Peak, which still retains its original state. Traces of demonic energy erupted when Ji Fuguang's spiritual root was destroyed remain on the bluestone slabs.
Sheng Zhiyi walked around, her gaze filled with nostalgia.
Ji Fuguang stood to one side of the stone table and said, "Junior Sister, we drank here before, would you like to have another drink?"
Just as Sheng Zhiyi was about to agree, she added, "Senior brother, I want to eat the dried meat you made. Let's go home."
The word "home" made Ji Fuguang's smile deepen. "Okay, then I'll go get the wine, and we'll head back now."
Ji Fuguang took out a jar of wine from the pear blossom grove and buried the rest there. Anyway, no one could trap them now, and they could come back to drink whenever they wanted.
He flew back on his sword, and when he arrived at his doorstep, his brows furrowed immediately upon seeing the young man standing there. "Why are you here?"
"Manager Wang?" Sheng Zhiyi greeted him.
The shopkeeper selling lotus root starch in the east of the city, carrying a food box, smiled warmly and brightly when he saw Sheng Zhiyi. "Miss Sheng, I asked Aunt Li to pass on a message yesterday that I would come today. Did she not tell you? Thank you for helping us drive away that bully a few days ago. These lotus root starches were just made today. Please accept them."
Sheng Zhiyi felt the chill coming from beside her and waved her hand, saying, "No need, no need, it was just a small matter, Manager Wang is too kind."
She glanced at Ji Fuguang, then suddenly took both of their hands and said with a smile, "You should go back now, my husband and I still have things to do."
Shopkeeper Wang thanked him profusely and finally left with great reluctance.
Ji Fuguang didn't let go of Sheng Zhiyi's hand and pulled her into the house.
As soon as they entered, Sheng Zhiyi let go of his hand, and Ji Fuguang was taken aback, turning his head to look over.
Sheng Zhiyi raised her eyebrows: "Making lotus root starch, combing hair, drawing eyebrows, everything takes longer than before. You dragged me to see the new disciples and even wanted to drink wine at Shuanghua Peak... Tell me, is the reason you're stalling for time so I don't run into Manager Wang?"
Ji Fuguang suddenly reached out, grabbed Sheng Zhiyi's waist, and pulled her into his arms.
He smiled slightly, looked down, and a red mole was faintly visible on his eyelid. His hair had turned frost-white at some point, adding to his allure.
"My wife is so intelligent... If I don't keep a closer eye on her, I'm afraid those people will become even more covetous."
Sheng Zhiyi thought to herself, there aren't that many people who covet her, it's just that this guy is always having wild thoughts.
But she knew that Ji Fuguang was just like that, so she just smiled and said, "In that case, my husband, you can keep me occupied for a while longer."
Ji Fuguang lowered his head, and the two kissed.
Flowers bloom in spring, and the wind carries a vibrant beauty.
Together, we experience spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
If one day passes by in a short time, it will be a hundred or a thousand years.
Year after year.
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