Chapter 40 Senior Brother...you are a sweet and soft...
Sheng Zhiyi felt a little dizzy the whole way.
She still doesn't understand why Ji Fuguang acted that day.
One moment I'm unhappy, the next I'm happy.
Thoughts are ever-changing, more mysterious and unpredictable than the mist in a mountain stream.
but……
She raised her arm and touched the hairpin in her hair, then secretly conjured a water mirror to look at herself.
The hairpin was carved from a single piece of jade, with flowing patterns engraved on it. Sheng Zhiyi didn't recognize the patterns, but guessed that it must be a high-level formation.
She tugged at Ji Fuguang's sleeve and asked softly:
"Senior brother, what is the array on this hairpin?"
Ji Fuguang shook the folding fan on his chest and laughed, "Junior Sister, how could you not know this? You must be asking on purpose?"
This guy is so good at talking; he doesn't want to answer but makes it sound so high-sounding.
So what if he's a top student? Fine, I won't tell her.
Sheng Zhiyi pursed her lips and looked down at the water mirror again.
The hairpin's end is shaped like a bamboo leaf, lush and vibrant, glistening with moisture as if dew had just flowed over it—exquisite and unique.
Sheng Zhiyi usually wears light-colored clothes, but after inserting this bamboo leaf hairpin, she suddenly gained a touch of freshness.
She was increasingly satisfied with what she saw.
As expected of Ji Fuguang, he always sends out the best things.
And they even let bygones be bygones the fact that she secretly hid the hairband, which is really great!
Thinking of this, Sheng Zhiyi raised her head and looked at Ji Fuguang with a smile in her eyes.
"Senior brother!"
Ji Fuguang turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and gestured for her to speak quickly.
Sheng Zhiyi was in a great mood and didn't care about his attitude. Instead, she tugged at his arm.
"Senior brother, to express my gratitude, I will play a piece for you on the zither after we return to Frostflower Peak, shall I?"
Hehe, I can take care of the task at the same time.
Ji Fuguang hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, "Junior Sister, when did you learn to play the zither?"
...
He truly lives up to his reputation as Ji Fuguang.
The crux of the problem was immediately discovered.
Yes, she doesn't know how to use this at all.
But that's okay, she can do it in order to complete the mission.
"Haha, senior brother, you don't know this." Sheng Zhiyi said without changing his expression, "Actually, I have loved music since I was a child. Although I can't say I'm an expert, I can play a few pieces. I see that the sky is clear and the moon will be high in the sky later. In this situation, it is only natural to play a piece on the zither to make it elegant."
No matter how well it turns out, let's get Ji Fuguang here first.
She'll just play a couple of random notes, and that'll be considered her task done. Then she can come up with an excuse to brush it off to Ji Fuguang.
“In short,” Sheng Zhiyi continued, “after I get back, I will prepare wine and food, and when the moon is high in the sky, I will invite my senior brother out for a drink and some music!”
Ji Fuguang gazed intently at her with his phoenix eyes, and spoke meaningfully:
"In that case, junior sister, you've really had a hard time."
"It's not hard work at all," Sheng Zhiyi quickly replied with a smile.
It's not hard work, it's just bad luck.
Back at Shuanghua Peak, Sheng Zhiyi went to the kitchen first, made several dishes of appetizers, and prepared a pot of sake.
At this moment, the clear moon hangs in the night sky, and the water in the green pool of Shuanghua Peak shimmers with silver light. A few pear blossoms are blown by the night breeze and slowly fall onto the water's surface.
Upon seeing Sheng Zhi's expression, a thought struck him.
She had been living here for some time, usually practicing her swordplay in the square in front of the house. She vaguely knew there was a pear orchard behind the house, but had never been there.
The pear blossoms in the still of the night must be a beautiful sight; why not hold the banquet there?
Although her piano skills were destined to be mediocre... with the beautiful scenery as a backdrop, Ji Fuguang would probably feel better and wouldn't get so angry that he would start mocking her again.
The more she thought about it, the better the idea seemed. Sheng Zhiyi put the items into her storage bag and left the villa.
There are several courtyards on Shuanghua Peak. Ji Fuguang lives in the main courtyard, which is the largest and the most uniquely built.
There are two or three other courtyards nearby. Although the one where Sheng Zhiyi lives is not large, it is adjacent to the main courtyard.
As she passed by the main courtyard, she peeked inside. The doors and windows were tightly shut, and she wondered what Ji Fuguang was doing inside.
But it's good, it's a surprise for him.
Sheng Zhiyi walked around the courtyard and slowly headed towards the back mountain.
For some reason, even though the moon seemed bright and clear when I was in the square, after taking a few steps back, I suddenly felt that the surroundings had become somewhat dim.
Is it just my imagination?
Sheng Zhiyi frowned slightly, then tentatively took three or four more steps forward. The pear tree in her sight became clearer and clearer, and she could already smell the faint fragrance of pear blossoms.
The taste was exactly the same as Ji Fuguang's.
For some reason, I felt a sense of security.
That's right, this is Ji Fuguang's residence, what danger could there be? Besides, Ji Fuguang is in the main courtyard not far away, he'll appear if you call out to him.
Sheng Zhiyi chuckled inwardly at her own suspicion and continued walking forward.
Unbeknownst to her, just as she was about to step into the pear blossom grove, the jade hairpin in her hair flashed, its patterns flowing, and an invisible barrier slowly opened, allowing her to step into it naturally and smoothly.
As she stepped into the pear blossom grove, a gust of cold wind swept over her, and Sheng Zhiyi felt as if she had been chilled to the bone, shivering with cold.
Before she could even regret coming here, her eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed "Wow!"
Under the bright moon, large plumes of pear blossoms drifted down with the night wind, creating a snow-like wave that blotted out the sky and the night, like a grand dream.
Looking up, the dark branches blend into the night, leaving only the continuous pear blossoms clustered on the branches. The shimmering silver sunset reflects the light, like clouds and mist, but with an added layer of cool, soft light. The quiet night is deep, with floating light and the cold, melting moonlight.
Snow reflected on the jade terrace, pear blossoms illuminated by the moon—it felt as if this place were a paradise on earth.
Sheng Zhiyi stretched out her finger and pinched a small pear blossom petal in mid-air.
Just as she was pleasantly surprised, she suddenly saw a figure in white slowly appear amidst the pear blossoms and spring snow.
The soft moonlight shone through the shadows of the trees onto him, casting a hazy, luminous shadow above him and shimmering silver light around him.
Ji Fuguang stared at Sheng Zhiyi with his long, narrow phoenix eyes, his dark pupils as deep as the night, his expression calm, as he slowly walked towards her.
His extremely fair skin melted in the pear blossom rain, and even as he walked toward her, it seemed as if he would drift away into the distance with the pear blossom petals at any moment.
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly felt a little flustered. She lunged forward and grabbed Ji Fuguang's wrist.
The wrist bones in the palm are hard and real, radiating the warmth of the human body.
Sheng Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, a man who is too handsome is no good either; he looks like a monster.
Everyone else says that Ji Fuguang is almost supernaturally intelligent, but she thinks that Ji Fuguang is almost supernaturally beautiful.
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyelids and glanced at Sheng Zhiyi's hand.
Noticing his gaze, Sheng Zhiyi gripped his hand even tighter. For some reason, she didn't want to let go of Ji Fuguang's hand.
To distract Ji Fuguang, she tilted her head back and held up the pear blossom she was holding for him to see: "Senior brother, the pear blossoms here are so beautiful!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Fuguang's lips curved into a smile, revealing the first smile of the evening, and his dark eyes glanced at her hair.
His junior sister.
I don't know whether to call it keen insight or recklessness.
This hairpin carries a trace of his aura. Besides allowing him to know her whereabouts, just like the previous butterfly hairpin, it can also unleash a sword intent from him at crucial moments.
Although the inner sect selection arena is equipped with formations to protect the contestants in case of danger, if the participating disciples bring out any props, they might be able to break through the limitations of the formations.
He hadn't expected that Shen Qingming's substitute puppet today...
As a result, Sheng Zhiyi put on the hairpin and the first thing she did was to go to the pear blossom forest, which she had never set foot in before.
The barrier sensed his presence and naturally opened for him.
Just a few steps away from where the pear blossoms were falling, if it were daytime, Sheng Zhiyi could see all sorts of severed limbs and blood flowing like rivers, with corpses of demons, monsters, humans, and all kinds of people.
They are the fertilizer for this pear orchard, continuously supplying nutrients to the pear blossoms.
Ji Fuguang lowered his long eyelashes and took the small pear blossom from Sheng Zhiyi's hand.
When you press your finger firmly, a faint red mark is left on your fingertip.
The petals, white as satin on the outside, were actually filled with blood inside.
If my junior sister knew... would she still have grabbed him with such surprise?
Even though she didn't know, she instinctively grabbed his wrist and didn't dare to let go at all.
Ji Fuguang smiled enigmatically, watching Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously move closer to him, seemingly wanting to absorb the warmth emanating from him.
He's really... not very smart.
Sheng Zhiyi blinked, and seeing that Ji Fuguang didn't object, she moved even closer.
The scenery here was beautiful, but it was really cold, and her back was getting a little chilly.
But Ji Fuguang's body was very warm, and it could even block the wind if you got close.
Senior brother... Senior brother... You are a large, soft, fragrant body pillow...
Ji Fuguang flicked his sleeve lightly, as if blown by the night breeze, so much so that even Sheng Zhiyi, who was standing right next to him, did not notice.
However, in that instant, one barrier disappeared, and another barrier was erected.
The flowing blood and gruesome limbs seemed to have vanished into thin air; no one could detect the slightest clue.
Sheng Zhiyi stood closer to Ji Fuguang and suddenly saw something emitting white light flying in the night sky.
She was both surprised and amazed as the thing drew closer and closer, and it turned out to be a small puppet wooden bird.
She knew this was a communication bird from the sect, capable of transmitting sound within the sect's territory. However, it was expensive to make and could only be used by inner sect elders or some disciples. This was the first time she had ever seen such a thing.
Normally, one would let the communication bird perch on their finger, but Ji Fuguang was too lazy to reach out. He said, "Speak."
Sheng Zhiyi glanced at him and knew that the young master's mysophobia had flared up again.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for the bird that carries messages.
We've been flying for so long, and there's not even anywhere to stop. It must be so tiring.
The communication bird opened its beak, and an excited voice rang out. Chen Huaiyu's voice was exceptionally clear: "Junior brother! The spell you improved is incredibly useful! This batch of wine I brewed is even better than 'Celestial Intoxication'!! Hahahahahaha!"
Her voice was so loud that not only Ji Fuguang, but even Sheng Zhiyi couldn't help but want the communication bird to turn down the volume.
Fortunately, Chen Huaiyu was in a hurry to drink and didn't want to say much to them, only saying:
"I'll give you a jar of this brewed wine, junior brother. You took on my task of supervising the competition and helped me improve this spell. I'm deeply grateful. If I find any good wine in the future, I'll definitely share it with you!"
Ji Fuguang remained expressionless and simply waved his hand to send the communication bird away.
He now deeply regrets that helping Chen Huaiyu was a mistake.
Sheng Zhiyi caught the wine jar brought from the communication bird's storage bag, her expression somewhat complicated.
After hesitating for a moment, she lifted her eyelids and asked:
"Senior brother...you took on the position of competition supervisor...was it...for me?"
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