Chapter 291 The Battle is Fierce
After many twists and turns, Zuixianlou finally returned to its previous tranquility.
On the high platform, there was singing and dancing, with skirts fluttering, accompanied by the sound of stringed and bamboo music lingering in the air. At the same time, private performances in the boxes also began to continue.
However, Fang Jincheng's figure flashed through many people's minds from time to time, and they would suddenly fall silent during their chat.
During this period, several young men from aristocratic families who had just forced Yuanchen to be their guest in the front hall did not stay for long and left in a hurry.
From the second floor to the front hall and then outside the building, although their actions were low-key, they were still seen clearly by the people on the second floor.
Zuixianlou is a place for pleasure, and people coming and going is common. It is hard to say that these people are nervous or panicked, but because of what happened before, everyone can't help but think in this direction.
Ji You was sitting in the box at this time. He checked whether Yuan Chen had suffered any hidden injuries, and only felt relieved after confirming that he was fine.
"It is said that the private performances in the box are more exciting than those off the stage, and the singers wear less. Why do you have to go, kid?"
"What's so good about singing and dancing? I want to hear passionate stories!"
"It turns out that Huang Dou has not yet begun to open..."
Ji You muttered to himself, "Good boy, not like me."
Yan Shuyi turned his head and looked at him: "The one who just ran away, is he the grandson of Elder Fang from Tianshuyuan?"
Ji You came to his senses and nodded: "After returning from Dongping Mountains, I made another enemy with them. I tried to kill someone at night, but failed."
"The Heavenly Academy should be in decline if it behaves this way. Why don't you consider joining my Spiritual Sword Mountain? I will let you be the Master of Examination and teach you personally."
"Then wouldn't I be a traitor to my master?"
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There was a hint of hostility in Yan Shuyi's eyes.
She thought that she wouldn't have to be afraid if she accepted Ji You as her disciple. Qingyun had been passed down for thousands of years, and the tradition of respecting teachers was highly valued.
Although she didn't know how to "rush", the combination of these four words made her realize that he would do whatever he wanted to her even if he became his apprentice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the small pot on the table began to boil, emitting a scent of tea.
Ji You picked up Yan Shuyi's cup and was about to pour new tea into it, but found that there was still most of the cold tea in the cup.
Subconsciously, he drank up the cold tea in Xiao Jianzhu's cup and poured new tea into it.
Yan Shuyi glanced at him, then took the teacup he had drunk from and took a small sip.
Once after the winter solstice, they would kiss each other whenever they met, and they didn't know how much saliva they swallowed. This kind of thing didn't need to be taken too seriously.
Ji You then handed the teapot to Ding Yao and sat back in his chair.
It's not that he didn't notice Fang Jincheng, he just noticed him a little late. He originally planned to draw his sword and kill him, but although Fang Jincheng was jealous and narrow-minded, he still had some cleverness.
He did not fly in the air while flying with his spiritual energy, but instead escaped by squeezing into places where people gathered.
Under such circumstances, it was indeed difficult for Ji You to draw his sword facing the vendors and civilians on the street.
Moreover, the cost of the box was quite expensive. After he calculated it, he felt that the success rate of killing at this time was too low and the cost was slightly high, so he had to give up.
Amid the aroma of tea, the singing and dancing on the stage stopped, the slender dancers and musicians dispersed, and then the waiter of the teahouse brought a table, and an old man in a long robe came on stage, lifted the hem of his robe and sat down.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Chen became excited instantly.
Ji You knew from his expression that this was the storytelling show he had been looking forward to for a long time.
He is different, he likes singing and dancing.
I spent all the money on the box, but instead of having fun, I listened to some useless book.
But what Ji You didn't expect was that the storytelling in Zuixianlou was actually quite interesting.
At this time, the storyteller had already sat down. He then rolled up his sleeves, picked up the gavel and slammed it on the table. His goatee shook, and he spoke slowly in a loud voice.
"Dear audience, the new year is coming and everything is new. It is fate that we are gathered here today. However, some of you have been here before and some have not. I am afraid that you have not heard the whole book. Please allow me to go back a few paragraphs."
"The book we are talking about is a newly-written story called The Swordsman in White Plays with Two Beauties."
"I was originally planning to tell this story in two or three paragraphs, but the boss said that there have been a lot of rewards in the past two days, so let's continue."
"The last chapter of the book said that this swordsman in white joined the Tianshan Sect and chopped open the inner courtyard gate with one sword. Later, he was entrusted by the eldest daughter of the Baoshi family to teach her sister sword skills."
"After this, affection gradually grew. The powder sweat on her body was dry and wet, she rose and fell on the pillow, a spring was flowing in the cave, and butterflies were in love among the flowers."
"But the second young lady doesn't know that her sister also had a romantic encounter with the white-robed swordsman in the spring tent, and they were in harmony on the mermaid pillow..."
Ji You's teacup froze in mid-air, and his eyes gradually widened.
He had originally intended to listen for fun, but as he listened, his expression became as serious as Yan Shuyi's.
Whether it is the vernacular novels or storytelling, they are basically adapted from real events and are used to praise the nobleness and elegance of the immortal cultivators.
But this is just a change of the sect's name, replacing the sword with a knife, and the spirit stone with a gem.
Damn it, just report your ID number.
The most important thing is that the latter part is completely fabricated.
Ji You was about to draw his sword when he suddenly saw Lu Qingqiu poking his head out from the box on the second floor opposite, his thin lips tightly bitten as he listened attentively.
As for Yuan Chen, after he said the words "dry and wet in pink sweat", Ji You sealed his hearing with spiritual energy. At this moment, he was stunned as he looked at the storyteller with his mouth open but no sound.
"Brother-in-law, what did the gentleman say?"
"Forehead……"
Yuan Chen grabbed his arm and looked at him anxiously: "How was it, did you fight?"
Ji You was silent for a while and then nodded: "There was a battle, and it was very intense."
The propagation of sound relies on vibration, so Ji You's voice can be transmitted through spiritual energy.
A “fight” indeed.
Ji You turned to look at Yan Shuyi and found that she was calm at the moment.
She had inquired about this matter some time ago, wanting to ask if it hurt, but found out it was fake.
But when she heard the words like "the pillow rises and falls" and "a spring is flowing in this small space", she couldn't help but conjure up the picture in her mind.
Zuixianlou really has a show...
The storytelling program lasted until the evening, and except for a few scenes where the storyteller was hesitant to speak, most of the other performances were just flattering the white-clad swordsman.
The individual guests in the front hall and the guests in the private rooms left one after another and walked outside the building where the cold air was rising and falling. They couldn't help but look back at the private room on the east side.
There were also disciples from Tianshu Academy who hurried back. After asking around, they heard that Fang Jincheng had returned to the abyss again, and the disciples patrolling the mountain roads were unexpectedly replaced by several elders who were close to Elder Fang.
It was already dark when Ji You and his party left Zuixian Tower. Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu's cheeks were red, and the story of the white-clad swordsman teasing two beauties seemed to still echo in their minds, and they seemed to be deeply involved in it.
Only the already frightened Xiao Jianzhu looked even colder and more arrogant, and she didn't allow Ji You to walk behind her.
Soon after, smoke began to rise from the Wulv Trading Company. Ji You was cooking, while Yan Shu was watching from the side with a critical look on his face.
But in Ji You's opinion, she just wanted to be fed.
Yuan Caiwei also came to the courtyard later, and as soon as she entered the door, she scolded her younger brother who had sneaked out to listen to a story.
Yuan Chen hid behind Ji You with a depressed face, feeling miserable but unable to express himself.
How could he listen to a story? He just watched the pantomime for more than an hour and had no idea what the storyteller was talking about.
Ji You stood by the stove in the night, cooking while looking at Yuan Caiwei: "I heard from Yan Shuyi that Yuan Chen is refining the power of origin, how is the progress?"
Yuan Caiwei put away her indifferent elder sister look and spoke softly: "I have refined a small part of it. I am less worried than before."
"But you are still too harsh on him. He always wants to sneak out when he has no rest time. There are too many people in Shengjing now, and he has no fighting power, so it is easy for him to get into trouble. From now on, give him an hour or two of free time, and I will accompany him out for a walk."
"Did Yuan Chen get into trouble today?"
Ji You told Yuan Caiwei what happened today, and couldn't help wondering, "You're also quite strange. What have you been busy with these days? Why can't I see you?"
Yuan Caiwei came back to her senses: "Caiwei is busy repaying her gratitude..."
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Yuan Caiwei had just finished speaking when Yan Shuyi called her over.
Ji You then focused on cooking. After all the dishes were out of the pot, he called Yuan Chen and carried the plates into the house.
When they walked into the house, Yuan Caiwei and Yan Shuyi were huddled together, whispering something.
When the two girls saw Ji You coming in, they sat up straight, interrupted the previous topic, and then ate together. After the meal, they went home together.
Did their relationship really improve? Could it be that they really wanted to be sisters for life?
Ji You wasn’t quite sure, but he felt that Yan Shuyi’s eyes seemed to suddenly become arrogant.
But when she was listening to the story in the teahouse before, she clearly looked shy.
Early the next morning, Ji You was still practicing in the tea pavilion under the green pines as usual.
Just like last time, the spiritual fire that refined the body was burned out before it could break through the body's surface, as if it was just one breath away.
When he opened his eyes again, the yard was still empty.
Yan Shu did not come, nor did Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu. As for the elusive Yuan siblings, they did not show up either, as if they had discussed it beforehand.
Ji You thought about it for a long time and thought, if it didn’t come, then it didn’t come, just try one more time.
Then the spiritual energy in the sky began to gather towards the courtyard again, gradually condensing into a blue light and flowing downwards.
Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu, who were staying in the Wei family's villa, didn't quite understand what was going on. They looked at the master playing chess with Wei Rui in the teahouse with bewildered expressions.
The judge clearly likes to stick with the young master, but he didn't go today. It's really strange.
However, it can be seen that the examiner was actually a little absent-minded. He was distracted many times and was only awakened by Wei Rui's waving her little hand.
In addition, since early this morning, a strange smell has been floating in the yard, which smells somewhat pleasant.
This continued until noon, when light snow began to fall. Yuan Caiwei came slowly from the backyard, holding a sandalwood box and walked into the tea pavilion.
Yan Shuyi had been watching her from a distance, and couldn't help but put down the chess piece she had picked up, then straightened her dress.
"Sister Jianzhu."
"Morning..."
Yuan Caiwei also said good morning, and then opened the sandalwood box in front of her.
On the right side of the box was a vermilion pill, and on the left was a jade bottle the size of a thumb.
Yan Shuyi stared at the jade bottle for a long time: "Why is the other one in a bottle?"
"The pill is for us to eat, so we don't need to hide from others. The bottle is for others to use. The liquid can be dissolved in soup and is colorless and tasteless."
After hearing this, Yan Shu also understood a little.
The pill didn't hurt, and its effect was on the woman, she already knew about it, and she only needed to take it orally.
As for the medicine in the bottle, it was for back pain, and it was secretly given to a strange man, so it needed to be in liquid form so that it could be mixed into other things.
Reasonable.
But Yuan Caiwei's words, "The pills are for us to take," made the young master squint his eyes.
But she couldn't be jealous, so she reached out and took the brocade box, preparing to put it into her storage gourd.
As a result, as soon as she exerted force, she found that Yuan Caiwei pulled her in the opposite direction. There seemed to be some hesitation and struggle in her eyes, and there was a trace of uneasiness as she looked at Yan Shu.
But after thinking for a moment, Yuan Caiwei let go.
Wei Rui had been staring at the two of them at this time, and seeing this, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Caiwei, what is that?"
Yuan Caiwei came back to her senses and coughed, then said nonchalantly, "This is a pill for Sister Jianzhu to use for self-defense..."
"Actually, I only need what's in the bottle to prevent myself from being attacked by anyone." Yan Shuyi whispered.
"?"
Yuan Caiwei was stunned for a moment and thought to herself that if the sister was so brave, she should return the pill to me. This pill also has the effect of boosting sexual pleasure, and I have been practicing it for a long time.
As a result, when she just raised her head, she saw Yan Shuyi had already calmly put it into the storage gourd.
The two sisters were thinking of getting along, and since Wei Rui was around, it was not convenient to talk much, so Yuan Caiwei made an excuse to watch Yuan Chen practice, and then left the teahouse.
Yuan Chen had already refined one third of the original power sealed in the spirit stone, which made her, as an elder sister, feel relieved. She then sat idly in the yard, and stuck her head out several times.
In her opinion, Xiao Jianzhu got what she wanted and should go to Wuliu Trading Company, but she didn't expect that she was still in the teahouse.
And it remained like this for the next few hours.
He played chess, drank tea, and also met with the sect leader of Lingjian Mountain who was in charge of communications. He looked at a secret letter for a long time.
Yuan Caiwei had also heard in the past few days that her sister, the master of appraisal, was investigating the recent unusual movements of the Immortal Sect. Thinking that this secret letter should be related to the unusual movements she had mentioned before, her eyes were filled with chills.
In fact, this is the true appearance of the Master of Lingjian Mountain, which makes people respect and fear him.
The Tianjian Peak lineage has a deep foundation, but has been suppressed by a woman over the years. In addition to the relationship with Lingjian, it is also because the master of the Jian’s sister is clear about rewards and punishments and is not close to anyone.
Yuan Caiwei leaned against the window and watched for a long time, until the sky got a little darker, then she saw her sister, the appraiser, quietly go out the door.
At first she folded her hands in front of her and walked slowly, but when she reached the door her steps became more stomping.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Caiwei couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly, feeling a little uneasy.
Under the gloomy sky, Yan Shuyi, wearing a veil and holding a jade bottle, strolled all the way to Wuliu Trading Company.
She had been practicing Taoism in the mountains for twenty years, and suddenly she met a man from the spiritual mirror, and she always wanted to stick to him.
However, due to her identity and status, she always spoke stubbornly. This was a habit she had developed over the past twenty years and it was not something she could change easily.
After reading the secret book, she knew that if she wanted to have a child with a strange man, she would have to be conquered by his moans and groans first. She was not ready for this yet.
However, after a night in Anyuan City, she found that she really liked sleeping in his arms, so she planned to soothe his back first.
Yan Shuyi stepped into the shop, and then heard the sound of conversation coming from the yard. With golden light flashing in his eyes, he looked inside.
Ji You was in the side hall of the front hall, opposite him sat Kuang Cheng and five other people, two middle-aged men and two young men.
After observing for a long time, Yan Shu also stepped in.
Ji You heard the noise and looked outside, then stood up and greeted him: "Why did you come so late today?"
Yan Shu also looked into the house: "Who are they?"
"Several officials from the Sixianjian, Peng Dongyang, Mu Jing, and Yu Shuheng and Lu Ming who had been with me on a diplomatic mission to the Snow Region, are here with Kuang Cheng to express their gratitude for the disaster relief as the New Year's Day is approaching."
"When are they leaving?"
Ji You looked into the house and said, "I've been here for a while. I guess I'll leave when it gets dark. Come in with me first?"
Yan Shuyi nodded slightly, then followed Ji You into the side hall.
The reason why he met the guests in the side hall was not because Ji You did not attach much importance to the Sixianjian, but mainly because the space in the side hall was small and the temperature would be higher after the stove was lit.
Except for Si Mujing, the executive officer, none of the people in the Sixian Bureau have any cultivation. In addition, this year's cold weather is extremely cold, so temperature is particularly important to them.
After the two entered the room, Peng Dongyang and the others stood up and asked, "Master Ji, who is this?"
Ji You glanced at Xiao Jianzhu: "The godsister of Kuang Cheng's sweetheart."
"?"
Kuang Cheng whispered beside him: "This fairy is Brother Ji's wife, but they are not married yet, so the name is a bit distant."
Peng Dongyang opened his mouth and asked, "Is it the eldest daughter of Danzong?"
"The eldest daughter of the Dan clan is also like that, but this one is not."
"I see……"
Normally, one should be polite when meeting a guest, but after Yan Shuyi entered the room, he just nodded slightly and then sat down next to the stove.
After all, there was no one in the world whom she could salute.
The people in the Immortal Supervisor didn't mind. After all, in their opinion, anyone who could become Ji You's wife must also be an immortal.
Ji You poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yan Shuyi, then took out two roasted sweet potatoes and stuffed them into the furnace under Yan Shuyi's feet, and then sat back in his previous seat.
Peng Dongyang stroked his long beard and said, "Mrs. Ji looks like a lady from a wealthy family. She looks very well behaved."
Ji You and Kuang Cheng held their breath after hearing this, thinking that since they were already so familiar with each other, there was no need to praise him even if they didn't know how.
The first half of the sentence about a lady from a noble family is indeed true, but the second half about well-behaved is a bit offensive.
Not to mention ordinary people, even immortal cultivators probably wouldn't dare to say that the Master of Lingjian Mountain is well-behaved.
Peng Dongyang looked at the two people's slightly nervous expressions, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he said wrong.
Afterwards, the group of six continued the previous topic. They had just talked about the situation in the disaster-stricken areas, and now they were talking about the transportation of the Snow Demon Stone.
Although the Snow Demon Stone is now on sale, it is Ji You who is selling it privately. The people from the Sixian Bureau came this time to discuss with him the formal resumption of transportation.
As mentioned before, there is a lot involved here, so as we chatted, it was getting later and later.
Peng Dongyang sat with his back against the stove to keep warm. The longer he sat, the colder he felt behind him.
At this time, Ji You looked up at his own proud ghost and found that she was peeling sweet potatoes with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Yan Shuyi always left when it got dark, and at this moment he didn't seem to have any intention of getting up.
He also noticed that it was getting late, so he said, "It's getting late, and it's already this time, why don't you stay for dinner?"
Peng Dongyang and others looked at Kuang Cheng.
After all, the person who is most familiar with Ji You here is Kuang Cheng. If they say they want to stay, it would seem a bit too rude, and if they say they want to leave, it would seem a bit disrespectful, so it is more reasonable for Kuang Cheng to make the decision.
Kuang Cheng wasn't actually that hungry, but thinking that it was a rare get-together, it wouldn't hurt to have a meal, so he stood up and prepared to agree.
But before he could say anything, he found that Fairy Yan was looking at him with a somewhat intimidating look.
"Uh... forget it, Brother Ji, don't bother us, we won't eat it."
Peng Dongyang bowed and said, "Yes, Master Ji, I won't bother you anymore. It's getting late and we should go back. We can discuss the rest after the New Year."
Ji You glanced at Yan Shuyi who was pretending to be fine, wondering how this girl could be jealous of men now. Then he turned around and bowed to the others: "Since you guys are leaving, I will go and see you off."
Peng Dongyang bowed slightly: "Thank you for your help, Master Ji."
"please."
"please."
Yan Shuyi watched them leave the house, then took off his shoes and socks, placed them on the wooden stool beside the stove, then picked up Ji You's teacup and took a sip.
The tea has gone cold and will probably be poured out when I get back. If I want to feed him medicine, I'll need to brew a new pot.
It can also be used on baked sweet potatoes, but the soggy texture may not be right.
She was thinking seriously about where to put the medicine, and her eyes couldn't help but look at her smooth and small feet.
After a long time, she denied this answer and looked at the teapot.
(End of this chapter)
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