Chapter 67 How about my illusion magic?
Sheng Zhiyi opened her eyes and saw half of a magnified face.
Terrified, she didn't have time to explain and instinctively grabbed the quilt and hid to the side.
Little did she know that she was already by the bedside. As she rolled over, her whole body fell down. Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously reached out her arm, grabbed Ji Fuguang's collar, and pulled him off the bed together.
The two of them pulled and tugged at each other, and the brocade was haphazardly wrapped around her body, rolling around on the ground.
Sheng Zhiyi's head hit the table leg, and she cried out in pain.
Hearing the sound, the maid outside the door covered her mouth and chuckled, saying:
"Young Master, Young Madam, it's already early morning..."
I know the two of them have a good relationship, but to be so playful first thing in the morning, it's truly a precious moment of bliss.
Sheng Zhiyi covered her head and quickly shouted:
"alright!"
She coughed lightly, lowered her voice, and adopted a gentle demeanor:
"You may all leave now. No one may enter without our orders."
The maidservant thought to herself that the young couple would inevitably be shy, so she smiled and agreed before turning to leave.
After dismissing the people outside the door, Sheng Zhiyi covered her head and tried to sit up.
But Ji Fuguang pressed a corner of the quilt under her body, binding her completely inside.
Sheng Zhiyi nudged Ji Fuguang, "Get up quickly."
Ji Fuguang not only didn't move, but frowned slightly: "Please wait a moment, madam. I was too tired last night and was still half asleep this morning. Then I was thrown to the ground and I felt weak all over."
He then feigned reassurance, saying, "My lady, don't panic. Let me rest for a moment, and then I will get up."
Upon hearing Ji Fuguang mention last night, Sheng Zhiyi's face flushed red and then paled.
Last night, the two of them took a bath together. Although they were both wearing undergarments, the clothes were soaked and clung to their bodies, making them appear even more like a woman half-concealing her face...
But this is the important thing—saving lives! It's the right thing to do!
How come it came out of Ji Fuguang's mouth and sounded so improper?
Sheng Zhiyi reached out to pull at the corner of the quilt that was pressed under her body. She gripped the quilt tightly with her fingers, but she couldn't pull it out no matter what she did.
She raised her eyes and glared angrily at Ji Fuguang.
"Didn't you say you were physically weak? How come you're so strong?"
"Alas, so it turns out that my wife hoped her husband would be weaker." Ji Fuguang shook his head gently, looking heartbroken.
Sheng Zhiyi ignored him, stretched her head over, and focused on pulling the corner of the blanket that was pressing down on her shoulder.
A soft laugh suddenly came from beside him, and Ji Fuguang's voice rang out:
"My shoulder went numb from being weighed down by my wife yesterday; it's beyond my control."
He brought up last night again!
Sheng Zhiyi was both anxious and angry. She didn't know where she got the strength, but she ripped off the brocade quilt and stood up.
Just as I was about to righteously draw a line, I saw Ji Fuguang covering his head and slowly getting up from the ground.
Just now... when I pulled away the quilt, I think I did hear a thud.
Sheng Zhiyi hadn't vented her anger yet, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
"Are you...are you alright?"
Ji Fuguang slowly sat down, supporting himself on the chair, rubbing his head with his fingers, and didn't respond to that sentence.
Sheng Zhiyi looked over suspiciously, but had already started walking in that direction.
"Does it hurt a lot? That last hit shouldn't have been too bad, right..."
Is the young master so delicate and precious? She bumped into the table leg just now, and she acted like nothing happened.
Feeling somewhat guilty, Sheng Zhiyi ran her fingers through Ji Fuguang's hair and rubbed his head.
Will this make you feel better?
Ji Fuguang's voice finally rang out:
"Hmm... Madam, rub the left side a little more..."
Sheng Zhiyi wasn't sure about his condition, so she massaged him as he instructed for a while, and then heard him continue:
"My shoulder is definitely numb from being pressed down..."
His fingers stiffened for a moment, then he moved them to his shoulder and pressed down hard.
After a few breaths, Ji Fuguang couldn't help but chuckle softly.
With her suspicions settled, Sheng Zhiyi shoved Ji Fuguang away, exclaiming, "You lied to me!"
Ji Fuguang's voice was slow and deliberate: "How can it be called lying? Could it be that last night...?"
Sheng Zhiyi couldn't bear to hear the words "last night" and reached out to cover his lips.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
The maid urged, "Young master, young mistress, it is already Chen Shi (7-9 AM). Yesterday, the young master instructed me to remind you that you should leave the city at Si Shi (9-11 AM)."
The two exchanged a glance, realizing that this was the time Chen Jihui had agreed upon with his master.
The maid brought in a basin of water and new clothes, and the two of them washed up and changed.
Sheng Zhiyi felt she had finished getting ready, but the maidservant gently reminded her, "Young Madam, you haven't put on your makeup yet..."
Sigh, being a lady from a wealthy family is such a hassle.
Sheng Zhiyi sat in front of the dressing table, letting the maid apply powder and makeup to her. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face was like a peach blossom, her eyes bright and her teeth white; every smile and frown was exceptionally captivating, but... something seemed off...
After looking at it for a while, Sheng Zhiyi finally understood, "Why didn't you draw it for me..."
She turned her head and saw the maid presenting a tray to Ji Fuguang, saying, "Young Master, please draw the young mistress's eyebrows."
On the second day of their marriage, it was a long-standing custom in Yingzhou City for the husband to draw his wife's eyebrows. The maidservant naturally gestured for Ji Fuguang to reach for the charcoal pencil on the tray.
Sheng Zhiyi noticed that Ji Fuguang seemed to pause for a moment.
That's understandable...
Although the two bathed together yesterday, she hadn't forgotten that Ji Fuguang had initially watched her suffer in the icy water. If she hadn't started self-harming, Ji Fuguang probably wouldn't have entered the bathtub...
Ultimately, it's nothing more than a sense of responsibility as the leader of the righteous path.
Sheng Zhiyi reached out to grab the charcoal pencil, and smiled, "My husband's shoulder was uncomfortable yesterday, so I did it myself..."
“Madam,” Ji Fuguang said slowly, lifting his sleeve with one hand and picking up a charcoal pencil with the other, “this is the first time in my life that I have drawn eyebrows for someone. I hope you will not find it offensive.”
It was just an ordinary sentence, but Sheng Zhiyi felt it was more uncomfortable than two people whispering sweet nothings to each other.
She sat up straight and replied softly, "It's alright."
She paused, then added, "Thank you, my husband."
With her chin gently lifted, Ji Fuguang said, "Madam, lower your eyes."
Sheng Zhiyi's eyelashes trembled and slowly drooped.
She could feel the charcoal pencil making a slight touch on her eyebrows.
Like a butterfly gently landing on a petal, as if treating some rare treasure.
Sheng Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "Is it ready?"
Ji Fuguang withdrew his hand and held the bronze mirror in front of her. "Is Madam satisfied?"
In the mirror, her almond-shaped eyes were framed by arched eyebrows that resembled distant mountains, making her even more captivating.
Sheng Zhiyi's gaze, however, fell on the back of her ear.
There was a faint reddish tinge there.
With a "thud," Sheng Zhiyi felt her heart plummet into an abyss.
She could no longer run away, nor could she continue to deceive herself.
The strategy system didn't offer a way to win over Ji Fuguang, but it still managed to capture her heart.
A person who is destined to leave has no right to be moved.
After getting ready, the two got up and set off.
The maid had prepared the carriage early, and as Sheng Zhiyi stepped onto the pedals, Ji Fuguang raised his arm.
Sheng Zhiyi, however, seemed not to have seen anything and sat down inside, lifting her skirt herself.
Ji Fuguang slowly withdrew his hand, staring at the swaying curtain of the carriage, his eyes gradually darkening.
The two sat facing each other. Sheng Zhiyi lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. Ji Fuguang sat opposite her, staring at her face, but she never looked up.
An unprecedented silence and awkwardness spread between the two.
They traveled in silence until the carriage finally reached the outskirts of the city.
Sheng Zhiyi got off the carriage almost impatiently, and Ji Fuguang followed closely behind.
The driver was already familiar with Chen Jihui's behavior, so he greeted him knowingly and drove back to the city gate.
Ji Fuguang looked around and chose a direction to walk forward.
Sheng Zhiyi followed behind him.
The vegetation here was knee-high, obscuring the path ahead, and the ground was sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.
Sheng Zhiyi was wearing an elaborate dress. She tried her best to gather the hem of her skirt as she walked forward, but the thin fabric was still caught on the branches.
Seeing that Ji Fuguang in front of her did not stop, Sheng Zhiyi pulled hard, and the thin gauze tore open with a "rip".
A flash of malice crossed Ji Fuguang's eyes.
Would she rather tear up her favorite dress than call out to him?
Good, that's really something.
The two walked around the hilltop and headed towards a secluded spot. Sheng Zhiyi's skirt was already tattered, but the two were stubborn and neither of them was willing to speak. Only the faint "ripping" sound could be heard.
Upon reaching a flat, grassy area, Sheng Zhiyi narrowed her eyes warily.
There is clearly a formation here.
However, Ji Fuguang did not slow down at all; he walked calmly.
Sheng Zhiyi hurriedly followed, but she didn't know where she went wrong. As soon as she took a step, she triggered a mechanism, and an ice arrow suddenly appeared and shot towards her thigh.
She forcibly suppressed the urge to dodge, fearing she might trigger other mechanisms, and bravely took the arrow.
Fortunately, the ice arrow was only at the beginner level, and the injury continued to worsen.
Sheng Zhiyi tore open her skirt and neatly bandaged the wound.
She raised her head and took a deep look at Ji Fuguang in front of her.
He didn't turn around even once.
Stepping out of the magic circle, one finds oneself in a mountain wall.
Sheng Zhiyi frowned, but then saw Ji Fuguang extend his finger and gently tap the stone wall.
"Master, it's me."
After a short while, a hoarse, barely audible voice came from inside: "Inject your demonic energy yourself."
Sheng Zhiyi was startled. Where were the two of them going to get demonic energy from?
Ji Fuguang gently placed his fingers on the stone wall, and black mist swirled around his fingertips. After a while, a hole appeared in the stone wall.
Seeing that Ji Fuguang was prepared, Sheng Zhiyi felt a sense of defeat.
Ji Fuguang always seemed to be in control, and when she was with him, she was always the one who caused trouble.
Ji Fuguang's gaze from last night reappeared in her mind.
Deep and calm, silently watching her struggle.
The two entered the cave and walked a short distance before seeing a huge cave.
This place seems to have been formed naturally. On the stone platform sits an old man dressed in black, sitting cross-legged. His chest is stained with blood, his hair is disheveled, his face is ferocious, but his eyes are as sharp as a hawk's.
He looked at Sheng Zhiyi and said coldly, "This is your new wife? You told her everything?"
Ji Fuguang calmly replied, "Yes, how can the matter of cultivating demonic arts be kept from the person beside one's pillow? However, since I told her last night, I have been keeping an eye on her and have not given her any opportunity to interact with others. Master, rest assured, I will definitely not reveal the secret."
Sheng Zhiyi quickly bowed, "Master, after my husband told me about it last night, I longed to learn it and also wanted to cultivate this divine skill. But I don't know what the origin of our sect is, or whether there are any other fellow disciples?"
The old man's eyes were filled with malice, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "You want other fellow disciples? Fine, you come over here first."
Sheng Zhiyi knew that this was to plant a curse in her body, making her unable to betray, just like with Chen Jihui.
Judging from the old man's tone just now, there shouldn't be any other demons...
She lowered her head and slowly moved forward.
"wrong!"
The old man suddenly roared, and demonic energy shot out, "Who exactly are you!"
Knowing that her spiritual power had been detected, Sheng Zhiyi stopped trying to hide it and pulled out the "Jinghong Feather" from her storage bag.
A sudden burst of light appeared in the dark cave, and Sheng Zhiyi unleashed a double wave of sword light, stabbing fiercely at the old man on the stone platform.
The old man sat cross-legged and was lifted into the air; his legs had been crippled!
Before the sword light could strike, nine light swords materialized in front of him and shot towards Sheng Zhiyi.
Sheng Zhiyi quickly blocked the attack, her heart filled with shock.
This guy's strength far exceeded her expectations.
In her haste, she knocked down eight lightsabers, but one of them had already turned around and was aimed straight at her back.
By the time Sheng Zhiyi realized it, it was too late to dodge.
At the critical moment, a burst of spiritual energy struck, shattering the lightsaber into pieces.
Ji Fuguang leaped up, wrapped his arms around Sheng Zhiyi's waist, and dodged to the side.
Despite it being a battlefield fraught with danger, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly remembered that when Ji Fuguang first pulled her along, he even had to use a ribbon.
They had become so intimate without anyone noticing.
It seems she really has fallen for Ji Fuguang.
Ji Fuguang placed her on the ground, holding the "Night-Shining Snow" fan. The folding fan fluttered, and spiritual energy shot out like sharp arrows. The situation subtly reversed, and Ji Fuguang began to gain the upper hand.
The old man realized something was wrong, raised his hand and slapped his own chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Before Sheng Zhiyi could react, Ji Fuguang knew that this guy was trying to force out a powerful move, preparing for a lose-lose situation.
He sneered inwardly, thinking, "They're overestimating themselves."
Ji Fuguang dodged the opponent's light sword like a butterfly flitting among flowers, and thrust his folding fan straight at the opponent's throat.
However, the stab missed.
Ji Fuguang was startled, and then a scream came from behind him.
The old man appeared on the other side, and at the same time, a lightsaber was plunged into Sheng Zhiyi's heart, from which black blood flowed continuously.
The old man let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh:
"Do you think you're the only ones who can lie? How about my illusion magic?"
His voice was vicious and low: "She has been poisoned by my 'Thousand Flowers and Myriad Blossoms.' Without an antidote, she can only suffer for a thousand days, her body splitting into ten thousand pieces, dying in agony. If you kneel down now..."
Before he could finish speaking, a blade of grass pinned his neck, silencing him completely.
Ji Fuguang walked up to him, and before his very eyes, wisps of demonic energy appeared on his fingers and slowly poured into the top of his head.
"Keep all that you've said for yourself to enjoy."
The old man's entire body was filled with surging demonic energy, which moved through his body inch by inch like blades, until he collapsed to the ground.
He was completely unaware, lying prone on the ground, stretching out his arms to grab Ji Fuguang's feet, making "hoho" sounds.
Ji Fuguang didn't turn around, picked up Sheng Zhiyi and walked out.
The cave was resealed, leaving only indistinct groans inside.
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