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Chapter 291 The battle was fierce.

After many twists and turns, Zuixianlou finally returned to its previous tranquility.

On the high platform, singing and dancing filled the air, with skirts fluttering and the sounds of string and wind instruments lingering in the air. Meanwhile, private performances in the VIP boxes continued.

However, Fang Jincheng's image would occasionally flash through many people's minds, causing them to fall silent during casual conversations.

During this time, the scions of prominent families who had just forced Yuan Chen to come as a guest in the front hall did not stay long and then hurriedly left.

From the second floor to the front hall and then to the outside, although they moved discreetly, they were still clearly seen by the people on the second floor.

Zuixianlou is a place for seeking pleasure, and it is commonplace for people to come and go. It is possible that these people are uneasy and feel uneasy, but because of what happened before, they can't help but think in this direction.

Ji You was sitting in the private room at this moment, checking whether Yuan Chen had suffered any hidden injuries, and only felt relieved after confirming that he was alright.

"I heard the private performances in the VIP boxes are even more exciting than those in the audience, and the singers are dressed very scantily. Why don't you go, kid?"

"What's so great about song and dance? I want to hear a passionate story!"

"So it turns out the Yellow Cave has not yet opened..."

Ji You silently murmured to herself, thinking to herself, "Good child, unlike me."

Yan Shuyi turned to look at him: "The one who ran out just now, is he the grandson of Elder Fang from the Heavenly Academy?"

After regaining his senses, Ji You nodded: "After returning to the academy from the Dongping Mountains, I made another grudge against them. I tried to kill them at night, but failed."

"With the way the Heavenly Academy operates, it deserves its decline. Why don't you consider joining my Spirit Sword Mountain? I'll make you my personal disciple."

"Wouldn't I be considered a disobedient disciple?"

"?"

A hint of hostility flashed in Yan Shuyi's eyes.

She thought that if she took Ji You as her disciple, she wouldn't have to be afraid. Qingyun Tianxia had been passed down for thousands of years, and the tradition of respecting teachers and valuing the way was highly regarded.

Although she didn't understand the word "rush," the combination of the four words made her realize that even if he became her apprentice, he would still take advantage of her.

As soon as he finished speaking, the small teapot on the table began to boil, releasing a fragrant aroma of tea.

Ji You picked up Yan Shuyi's cup, intending to pour in fresh tea, but found that the cup was still mostly filled with cold tea.

Subconsciously, he finished the cold tea in the young appraiser's cup and poured in fresh tea.

Yan Shuyi glanced at him, then took the teacup he had used and took a small sip.

Ever since the last winter solstice, the two of them have been kissing every time they meet, and they've probably swallowed a lot of saliva. So, they don't need to worry about that anymore.

Ji You then handed the teapot to Ding Yao and sat back down in her chair.

He wasn't unaware of Fang Jincheng, but he discovered him a little too late. He had intended to draw his sword and kill him, but although Fang Jincheng was jealous and petty, he still possessed some cleverness.

He used his spiritual energy to fly, but instead of flying through the air, he deliberately squeezed into places where people gathered to escape.

Under such circumstances, it was indeed difficult for Ji You to draw his sword in front of the street vendors and common people.

Moreover, the private room was quite expensive. After doing the math, he realized that the success rate of killing someone at this point was too low and the cost was too high, so he had no choice but to give up.

As the aroma of tea filled the air, the singing and dancing on stage came to an end. The slender dancers and musicians dispersed, and then a waiter from the teahouse brought over a table. An old man in a long robe went on stage, lifted the hem of his robe, and sat down.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Chen instantly became excited.

Ji You could tell from his expression that this was the storytelling program he had been looking forward to for a long time.

He's different; he loves singing and dancing.

They've already paid for the private room, but instead of having fun, they're just listening to some lousy book.

But what Ji You didn't expect was that the storytelling at Zuixianlou was actually quite entertaining.

The storyteller was now seated. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the gavel, slammed it on the table, twitched his goatee, and began to speak slowly in a loud voice.

"Dear viewers, as the new year approaches and everything is renewed, it is truly fate that we are gathered here today. However, some of you have come before and some of you have not, so you may not be able to hear the whole story. Please allow me to rewind a few paragraphs."

"The book we're talking about is a newly adapted story called 'The White-Clad Swordsman Teases Two Beauties'."

"I originally planned to only tell this story in two or three parts, but the boss said that there have been a lot of tips these past two days, so let's continue the story."

"As mentioned last time, this white-clad swordsman entered the Tianshan Sect, cleaved open the inner courtyard gate with a single slash, and was then entrusted by the young lady of the Gemstone Family to teach her sister the sword technique."

“As time went by, feelings gradually grew between them. Their bodies were wet with sweat, and they rose and fell on the pillow. A spring flowed in the cave, and butterflies fluttered among the flowers in springtime.”

"But this second young lady is unaware that her elder sister also had a passionate encounter with this white-clad swordsman in the boudoir, their love as harmonious as phoenixes on silken pillows..."

Ji You's teacup froze in mid-air, and her eyes gradually widened.

He had only intended to listen to the excitement, but as he listened, his expression became as solemn as Yan Shuyi's.

Whether it's the storybooks or the narratives of Qingyun Tianxia, ​​they are basically adapted from real events and used to praise the noble and carefree nature of cultivators.

But this is just changing the sect name, replacing swords with daggers, and spirit stones with gemstones.

Damn it, just give me your ID number.

Most importantly, the latter part is completely fabricated.

Just as Ji You was about to draw his sword, he suddenly saw Lu Qingqiu peek out from the private room opposite on the second floor, her thin lips tightly clenched as she listened intently.

As for Yuan Chen, after hearing the line "his body was wet and dry in the sweat," Ji You sealed his hearing with her spiritual energy. Now, he was completely dumbfounded, staring at the storyteller with his mouth open but unable to utter a sound.

"Brother-in-law, what did the master say?"

"Forehead……"

Yuan Chen grabbed his arm, looking at him anxiously: "How was it? Did you fight?"

After a long silence, Ji You nodded: "It was a battle, and it was very intense."

Sound travels through vibration, so Ji You's voice can be transmitted through spiritual energy.

They did indeed "fight".

Ji You turned to look at Yan Shuyi and found that she was quite calm at the moment.

She had inquired about this matter some time ago, wanting to ask if it hurt, but it turned out to be a lie.

But when she heard phrases like "rising and falling on the pillow" and "springs rising from a small patch of land," images still involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Zuixianlou really does have shows...

The storytelling program continued until evening, and apart from a few scenes where the speaker hesitated to reveal something, most of the program was about praising the white-clad swordsman.

The casual patrons in the lobby and the guests in the private rooms left one after another. As they walked outside into the chilly building, they couldn't help but glance back at the private rooms on the east side.

Meanwhile, some disciples from the Heavenly Academy hurriedly returned and, after inquiring, learned that Fang Jincheng had re-entered the mountain abyss, and the patrolling disciples on the mountain path had unexpectedly been replaced by several elders who were close to Elder Fang.

When Ji You and his group left Zuixianlou, it was already dusk. Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu's cheeks were flushed, and the story of the white-clad swordsman teasing the two beauties seemed to still be echoing in their minds, but they seemed to be deeply immersed in it.

Only the already frightened Little Master had an even colder and more arrogant look in her eyes, and wouldn't let Ji You walk behind her.

Smoke began to rise from the Wulu Trading Company. Ji You was cooking, while Yan Shu watched coldly from the side, looking scrutinizing.

In Ji You's opinion, she just wanted to be fed.

Yuan Caiwei then arrived at the courtyard and immediately scolded her younger brother for sneaking out to listen to storytelling.

Yuan Chen hid behind Ji You with a dejected look on his face, unable to express his bitterness.

He hadn't listened to any storytelling; he had watched a pantomime for almost an hour and had no idea what the storyteller was saying.

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 aloof elder sister demeanor and spoke softly, "I've already refined more than half of it, so I'm less worried than before."

“But you are still too harsh on him. He always tries to sneak out when he has no time to rest. There are too many people and too many eyes in Shengjing now. He has no fighting power and is prone to getting 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 about what happened today, and then couldn't help but ask in confusion, "You're quite strange too. What have you been busy with these past few days? Why can't I see you?"

Yuan Caiwei snapped out of her daze: "Caiwei is busy repaying a debt of gratitude..."

"?"

Yuan Caiwei had just finished speaking when Yan Shuyi called her over.

Ji You then focused on cooking. After all the dishes were cooked, she called Yuan Chen and took the plates into the house.

Once inside the house, Yuan Caiwei and Yan Shuyi were huddled together, whispering to each other.

When the two women saw Ji You enter, they sat up straight, their previous conversation abruptly ended, and they dined together. After finishing their meal, they left together.

Have their relationship really improved? Could it be that they're really going to be sisters for life?

Ji You wasn't quite sure, but she felt that Yan Shuyi's eyes seemed to have suddenly become arrogant.

But when she was listening to storytelling at the teahouse, she clearly looked shy.

The next morning, Ji You was cultivating in the tea pavilion under the pine trees as usual.

Just like last time, the spiritual fire failed to break through the surface of his body before being burned out, as if it was just one breath short.

When he opened his eyes again, the courtyard was still empty.

Yan Shuyi did not come, nor did Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu. As for the Yuan siblings, who were rarely seen, they did not appear either, as if they had all agreed to it.

Ji You pondered for a long time, then thought, "If they didn't come, they didn't come. I'll try one more time."

As a result, the spiritual energy in the sky began to gather again in the courtyard, gradually condensing into a blue light that flowed downwards.

Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu, who were staying at the Wei family's villa, were somewhat confused. They looked at the appraiser playing chess with Wei Rui in the tea pavilion with blank expressions.

The appraiser usually likes to stick close to the young master, but she didn't go today, which is strange. However, it's clear that the appraiser was somewhat absent-minded, and she drifted off several times, only being woken up by Wei Rui waving her little hand.

In addition, since this morning, a strange smell has been faintly wafting through the courtyard, and it smells rather pleasant.

This continued until noon, when the light snow began to fall. Yuan Caiwei gracefully came from the backyard, carrying a sandalwood box, and walked into the tea pavilion.

Yan Shuyi saw her from afar, and unconsciously put down the chess piece he had picked up, then straightened his dress.

"Sister Appraiser".

"Morning..."

Yuan Caiwei also greeted him with a "Good morning," and then opened the sandalwood box in front of her.

On the right side of the box was a vermilion pill, while on the left was a jade bottle about 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 there's no need to hide it from others. The bottle is for others to use; the liquid is soluble in soup and is colorless and odorless."

Hearing this, Yan Shuyi understood somewhat.

The pill itself doesn't hurt; its effect is on the woman, and she already knew this, so she only needed to take it orally.

As for the bottled medicine, it's for back pain and is meant to be secretly given to a strange man, so it needs to be liquid to easily mix with other things.

reasonable.

However, Yuan Caiwei's statement, "The pills are for us to eat," made the young appraiser squint.

But since she was being ungrateful, she couldn't very well be jealous. So she reached out and took the brocade box, intending to put it into her storage gourd.

As soon as she exerted force, she noticed that Yuan Caiwei pulled in the opposite direction, her eyes seeming to show some hesitation and struggle, while she looked at Yan Shuyi with a hint of unease.

However, after thinking for a moment, Yuan Caiwei still let go.

Wei Rui, who had been staring at the two of them, couldn't help but ask, "Sister Caiwei, what's that?"

After regaining her senses, Yuan Caiwei coughed and said casually, "The pills are for Sister Appraiser to use for self-defense..."

"Actually, I only need what's in the bottle, just in case I get ambushed," Yan Shuyi said softly.

"?"

Yuan Caiwei was stunned for a moment, thinking to herself, "If that sister is so brave, then return the pill to me. This pill also has the effect of enhancing pleasure, and I've been practicing for a long time."

As soon as she looked up, she saw that Yan Shuyi had already silently put it into his storage gourd.

The two sisters harbored ulterior motives, and with Wei Rui present, it was inconvenient to talk much. So Yuan Caiwei made an excuse to go and see Yuan Chen's cultivation, and then left the tea pavilion.

Yuan Chen had already refined one-third of the primordial power sealed within the spirit stone, which put her, as the older sister, at ease. She then sat idly in the courtyard, peeking out several times during this time.

In her opinion, the young appraiser should have gone to Wulu Trading Company after getting what she wanted, but she didn't expect that she was still in the tea pavilion.

And this continued for the next few hours.

They played chess, drank tea, and even met with the Lingjian Mountain's messenger, gazing at a secret letter for a long time.

Yuan Caiwei had heard in the past few days that her sister, the appraiser, was investigating the recent unusual activities of the Immortal Sect. She figured that this secret letter must be related to the unusual activities she had mentioned earlier, and a chill ran through her eyes.

This is actually the true nature of the Master of Lingjian Mountain, inspiring both respect and awe.

The Heavenly Sword Peak lineage has a profound foundation, but in recent years it has been subtly suppressed by a woman. Besides the relationship with the Spirit Mirror, it is also due to the fact that the Mirror Master's sister is fair in rewarding and punishing, and not close to anyone.

Yuan Caiwei leaned against the window and watched for a long time, until the sky began to darken slightly, before she saw her appraiser sister quietly leave the house.

At first, she held her hands folded in front of her and walked slowly, but when she reached the door, her steps became rapid and rhythmic.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Caiwei couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

Under the gloomy sky, Yan Shuyi, her face veiled and holding a jade bottle, strolled leisurely to the Wulu Trading Company.

For twenty years she had been secluded in the deep mountains cultivating Taoism, when suddenly she met a man through a spiritual mirror and couldn't stop wanting to be with him.

However, due to her status and position, she always remained stubborn, a trait she had developed over twenty years, and not something that could be changed overnight.

She finished reading the manual and learned that if she wanted to have a child with a stranger, she had to first be conquered by him through moaning and groaning. She wasn't ready for that yet.

However, after one night in An Yuancheng, she found that she really liked sleeping in his arms, so she planned to make his back hurt first.

Yan Shuyi stepped into the shop and then heard voices coming from the courtyard. Her eyes flashed with gold as she looked inside.

Ji You was in a side hall in the front hall, opposite Kuang Cheng, and five other people: two middle-aged men and two young men.

After observing for a long time, Yan Shuyi stepped inside.

Hearing the noise, Ji You looked outside and got up to greet him: "Why are you so late today?"

Yan Shuyi looked into the room: "Who are they?"

"Several officials from the Imperial Observatory, Peng Dongyang, Mu Jing, and Yu Shuheng and Lu Ming, who once accompanied me on a mission to the snowy region, have come with Kuang Cheng to express their gratitude for the disaster relief efforts as the New Year approaches."

When are they leaving?

Ji You looked into the house: "We've been here for a while, I guess we'll leave when it gets dark. Come inside with me first?"

Yan Shuyi nodded slightly, and then followed Ji You into the side hall.

The reason for receiving guests in the side hall was not because Ji You did not value the Sixianjian Bureau, but mainly because the side hall was small and the temperature was higher after the stove was lit.

Apart from Si Muqing, the head of the Execution Department, none of the people in the Sixianjian had any cultivation. In addition, the biting cold this year made the temperature especially important to them.

After the two entered the room, Peng Dongyang and the others stood up: "Young Master Ji, who is this?"

Ji You glanced at the young appraiser: "Kuang Cheng's sweetheart's god-sister."

"?"

Kuang Cheng whispered from the side, "This fairy is Brother Ji's wife, but they are not yet married, so the way they address each other is somewhat distant."

Peng Dongyang opened his mouth: "Is it the eldest daughter of the Pill Sect?"

"The eldest daughter of the Pill Sect is also one, but this one is not."

"I see……"

Logically, one should bow when receiving guests, but Yan Shuyi only nodded slightly after entering the house and then sat down next to the stove.

After all, there was no one in the world she could bow to.

The officials in charge of the Immortals' Office didn't mind, since in their view, 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 he took out two roasted sweet potatoes and stuffed them into the stove under Yan Shuyi's feet before sitting back down in his previous spot.

Peng Dongyang stroked his long beard: "Madam Ji looks like a lady from a prominent family, with such a well-behaved appearance."

Ji You and Kuang Cheng held their breath after hearing this, thinking to themselves that since they were already so familiar with each other, there was no need to force a compliment.

The first part about being a well-bred young lady is indeed true, but the second part about being well-behaved is a bit offensive.

Let alone mortals, even cultivators would probably not dare to comment on the obedient nature of the Spirit Sword Mountain Master.

Looking at the slightly tense expressions on their faces, Peng Dongyang's eyes flashed with confusion, wondering what he had said wrong.

The group of six then continued their previous conversation. They had just discussed the situation in the disaster-stricken areas, and now they were talking about the transportation of the Snowfield Demon Stones.

Although the Snowfield Demon Stones are currently being sold, it is Ji You who is selling them privately. The people from the Imperial Observatory have come to discuss with him the formal resumption of transportation.

As mentioned before, there are many things involved, so as we talked, it got darker and darker.

Peng Dongyang sat with his back to the stove to keep warm, but the longer he sat, the cooler it felt behind him.

Ji You looked up at her proud little devil and saw that she was peeling sweet potatoes, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Yan Shuyi always leaves as soon as it gets dark, and at this time she shows no intention of getting up.

He then noticed that it was getting late, so he said, "It's getting late, and since it's already this late, why don't you stay for dinner?"

Peng Dongyang and the others looked at Kuang Cheng.

After all, Kuang Cheng was the one most familiar with Ji You here. If they said they wanted to stay, it would seem too impolite, and if they said they wanted to leave, it would be a bit disrespectful. So it was more reasonable for Kuang Cheng to make the decision.

Kuang Cheng wasn't actually that hungry, but thinking that it was a rare opportunity to get together, he figured having a meal wouldn't hurt, so he got up and decided to agree.

But before he could speak, he noticed that Fairy Yan was looking at him with a somewhat intimidating gaze.

"Um... let's forget it, Brother Ji, don't bother, we won't eat it."

Upon hearing this, Peng Dongyang cupped his hands in greeting: "Yes, Young Master Ji, we won't trouble you any further. It's getting late, and we should head back. We can discuss the rest later in Xinyuan."

Ji You glanced at Yan Shuyi, who was pretending to be fine, and thought to herself, "How come this girl is even jealous of men now?" Then she turned to the group and cupped her hands in greeting, "Since you are all leaving, I will go and see you off."

Peng Dongyang bowed slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Ji."

"please."

"please."

Yan Shuyi watched them leave the house, then took off her shoes and socks and placed them on the wooden stool by the stove. She then picked up Ji You's teacup and took a sip.

The tea has gone cold and will probably be thrown away when we get back. If we want to give him his medicine, we'll need to brew a fresh pot.

You can also put it on roasted sweet potatoes, but the wet texture might not be right.

She carefully considered where to put the medicine, her gaze involuntarily drifting to her smooth, delicate feet.

After a long pause, she rejected the answer and turned her gaze to the teapot.

(End of this chapter)