Chapter 21 If you're going to leave, take me with you!
Early in the morning, Sheng Zhiyi climbed to the top of Shuanghua Peak.
How excited I was last night, how exhausted I am this morning.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes were lifeless, as if her life force had been drained.
Sheng Zhiyi greeted Ji Fuguang with a blank expression:
"Senior brother... good morning..."
Ji Fuguang still had that aloof and jade-like appearance. He stood with his hands behind his back, with the majestic snow-capped mountain peaks behind him.
Seeing this, Ji Fuguang said, "Good morning, Junior Sister. Why do you look so listless?"
He paused slightly, then curled his lips into a smile. "Perhaps you need the silver silk to refresh your mind once more?"
...
"Senior, I feel incredibly energetic right now and I can do fifty jumps on the spot. Why don't we start practicing today?"
Sheng Zhiyi immediately straightened up, opened her eyes wide, and blurted out in a strong voice.
With a slight frown, Ji Fuguang raised his eyes slightly.
In a flash, inexplicably, Sheng Zhiyi instantly understood his thoughts.
It's so noisy.
Sheng Zhiyi rolled her eyes inwardly.
He's the one who complains that she's listless, and he's the one who complains that she's noisy. Is there no justice in this world?!
But Ji Fuguang is now her primary target for ingratiation, so she endures it.
Sheng Zhiyi deliberately softened her voice and said softly:
"Senior brother, after yesterday's practice, I feel that my swordsmanship has improved. Should we learn how to absorb spiritual energy today?"
Having said those words, Sheng Zhiyi was quite satisfied with herself.
This was a line she had thought of all night: to absorb spiritual energy, one must learn the mental cultivation method, and understanding and mastering the mental cultivation method is the key. Silver Silk is an inanimate object, so it naturally cannot do it for her.
Only Ji Fuguang could personally teach it.
After teaching one or two classes, it would be noon, and she could then take out the food and invite Ji Fuguang to eat with her.
This happened naturally, following the natural course of events.
That's a brilliant plan.
"Junior Sister," Ji Fuguang smiled gently, "I have nothing to do today, so I can teach you a thing or two about the introductory cultivation method."
Before Sheng Zhiyi could show any joy, he slowly added, "However... although I knew that Junior Sister was exceptionally talented, her progress in just one day is truly admirable. How about Junior Sister sparring with 'Zhao Yexue' and let me broaden my horizons?"
He tossed it into the air, and "Snowflakes Shining at Night" slowly unfurled. On its intricately patterned surface, a painting of pear blossoms, swallows, and spring rain was inscribed. The ebony fan ribs were slightly pointed at her, its spirit sharp, ready to unleash a powerful spiritual force at any moment.
How come your demonic divine weapons can hit any target so precisely?!
Sheng Zhiyi looked down at the "Jinghong Feather" in her hand. The sword spirit was still fast asleep, acting as if it had nothing to do with her.
The difference is so big!
Sheng Zhiyi quickly leaned over and carefully tugged at Ji Fuguang's sleeve, blinking her eyes.
"Senior brother... silver silk, how about silver silk?"
Even a single, unidentified silver ribbon from Ji Fuguang could utterly defeat her. If it were replaced with her natal weapon, she wouldn't be able to leave Shuanghua Peak alive today.
"Oh?" Ji Fuguang frowned slightly. "I noticed that Junior Sister seemed to dislike the silver silk just now..."
"No, no, no!" Sheng Zhiyi shook her head rapidly, insisting, "I like it, I like silver silk the most!"
"Then I'll have to accept your offer, senior brother." Ji Fuguang smiled gently, his expression refined and elegant.
I'll never believe you!
Faced with the silver silk that was coming at her head, Sheng Zhiyi cursed inwardly, while frantically drawing her "Jinghong Feather" sword and swinging it at the enemy.
She was determined to win this battle in order to complete the mission.
He focused his mind, slightly furrowed his brows, and his almond-shaped eyes gleamed as he concentrated all his attention on the tip of the sword.
Yesterday, I fought Silver Silk for a long time and have gotten used to Silver Silk's fighting style. I can't use brute force, but I have to change from slashing to thrusting and pay attention to my movement and positioning.
Sheng Zhiyi raised her sword to meet the enemy, and in the blink of an eye, she had already exchanged a thousand blows with Yin Chou.
She had practiced the basic sword technique a thousand times and could use it without thinking. Her mind was at ease, and "Jinghongyu" seemed to have become a part of her body, as easy as using her own limbs.
However, the silver ribbon is ever-changing and exceptionally flexible, like a silver snake that will devour its prey. It coils and meanders in mid-air, launching attacks from both ends, leaving the user overwhelmed.
Sheng Zhiyi was afraid that her long sword would be entangled and taken away, so she dared not fight head-on.
Yinchou seized this opportunity and launched an even more intense attack, forcing Sheng Zhiyi to retreat repeatedly, and it was clear that she was no match for him.
Seeing this, Sheng Zhiyi gritted her teeth and took to the air.
With a single move, "Spring Rain and Mountain Shower," the sword light, like a sudden downpour, enveloped the silver silk as it descended from the sky.
Amidst countless points of white light, the silver ribbon dodged a few times before suddenly rushing towards the sword light, attempting to entangle the sword.
This tactic has been used to death, and it's too late to change course.
Just as the silver ribbon was about to touch the sword, Sheng Zhiyi abruptly changed the sword's momentum, thrusting diagonally towards the middle of the silver ribbon.
It was the second move of the "Flying Feather Sword Technique" that she had previously exchanged in the Treasure Pavilion, "Crane's Cry in the Nine Marshes".
The starting motion of this move connects perfectly with "Spring Rain and Mountain Dew," and the transition is natural.
The backswing of an old move acts as the frontswing of a new sword move, making the sword movements faster and more rapid, leaving the enemy unable to defend against them.
During yesterday's practice, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with such a combo. When she used it today, it was indeed quite effective.
The silver silk was caught off guard and was pierced with a small hole, bringing it to a stop.
Sheng Zhiyi fell from the sky.
The silver silk flew back to Ji Fuguang's side.
Sheng Zhiyi looked at Ji Fuguang with great satisfaction and anticipation.
Suddenly, a purple lightning bolt appeared between Ji Fuguang's fingers and flew towards the silver silk.
Sheng Zhiyi rushed over, but it was too late.
They watched helplessly as the lightning engulfed the silver silk, which instantly turned into a small clump of black ash.
"Senior brother!" she called out urgently.
Ji Fuguang remained silent, only slightly raising his eyebrows as if in question.
“You…” Sheng Zhiyi stammered for a moment.
Although the silver silk was an inanimate object, she had been taken up and down the mountain peak many times and had practiced with it, so she was already familiar with its existence.
Upon seeing the silver silk destroyed, Sheng Zhiyi felt a pang of sadness.
But ultimately, this thing is just a magical artifact. If it gets a small hole, it might become unusable. So, it's not a big deal if Ji Fuguang destroys it.
She had even less grounds to argue with Ji Fuguang over a magical artifact that belonged to him.
only……
Sheng Zhiyi still felt somewhat depressed.
It felt like something was pressing down on it, a bit blocked.
It wasn't too bad, but it didn't make me happy either.
"What's wrong, Junior Sister? You felt pity for the mechanical bird that could make sounds at the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, but now you're reluctant to part with a piece of silk that has no practical use?" Ji Fuguang asked with a half-smile.
The sound that once resembled a clear, shallow stream now sounds rather jarring.
"No," Sheng Zhiyi muttered softly.
She sheathed her sword, her gaze naturally falling to the small patch of black ash on the ground.
Suddenly, a mountain wind swept up on Shuanghua Peak.
The black ash was stirred up and scattered in all directions.
Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously raised her arm and pinched a small piece of ash.
Ji Fuguang suddenly said:
"Junior Sister, I just remembered that I have something to take care of at the library today, so I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you the cultivation method."
What?
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly looked up, staring at the scene in disbelief.
She rushed to Ji Fuguang's side and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"
In the sea of consciousness, the countdown shows 05:23:59 remaining.
It was just past noon.
If Ji Fuguang goes to the library and returns, he might not be back by noon, so she naturally won't be able to complete her task!
Isn't this a situation where death is imminent?!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grab Ji Fuguang's sleeve, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears as she looked at him pitifully.
"What is it? Is there anything I can do to help? I am deeply grateful for your daily swordsmanship instruction. If there is anything I can do, please don't refuse!"
Don't refuse! Take me with you if you're going to leave!
Ji Fuguang glanced at him.
The girl's fair fingers gripped his sleeve, and the black ash she had been holding in her hand left a faint gray stain on the fabric.
It's a bit of an eyesore.
Sheng Zhiyi was both anxious and flustered, and asked urgently, "Is it sorting books or copying ancient texts? I can do either!"
She spoke with conviction, her face full of seriousness.
Putting aside the quality of the finished product, the priority is to keep Ji Fuguang occupied!
Ji Fuguang hesitated for a moment, then frowned and said, "It's just copying books..."
Sheng Zhiyi was about to say, "I can!"
Then Ji Fuguang slowly said, "But the contents of the book are sect secrets, and only inner disciples are allowed to read them. I suppose Junior Sister will be able to come with me to the fifth floor of the library soon."
His words carried a hint of comfort, but Sheng Zhiyi was not comforted at all.
At this moment, she wished she could speak like a domineering CEO, "I don't want it to be soon, I want to be with you right now!"
But she could only weakly say, "Then...then I'll go with you. Will you come out for lunch?"
Both pitiful and lowly.
Ji Fuguang seemed somewhat surprised, "Junior Sister, why is that?"
Sheng Zhiyi knew that her behavior seemed strange, yet she insisted on going with Ji Fuguang and waiting for him to come out for dinner.
But that's okay, the reason is readily available.
"To be honest, senior brother," she blinked, her glassy eyes sparkling with starlight.
"To express my gratitude, I specially prepared some dishes yesterday and would like you to try them."
She glanced at Ji Fuguang's expression, then continued to feign a pitiful look, saying:
"You didn't get to try the snacks I made early last morning. I really hope you can have a taste of this dish, even just a bite."
So poignant and moving, even an iron man like Ji Fuguang would have a soft heart!
Meeting Sheng Zhiyi's intense gaze, Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said softly, "Junior Sister, I appreciate your kindness, but the rules in the library are set by the sect and no disciple may disobey them. I really cannot bring you in."
Sheng Zhiyi looked at him anxiously, "Then... I'll wait outside..."
“Junior Sister, you are pure and virtuous. I’m afraid this will damage your reputation,” Ji Fuguang said slowly.
Sheng Zhiyi wanted to shout, "What does it matter what reputation you have when you're about to die!"
"but--"
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the faint gray marks on his sleeve.
It doesn't seem so conspicuous anymore...
"Junior Sister," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips, "did you have breakfast today?"
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