Chapter 291: The battle was intense

After several twists and turns, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion finally returned to its previous calm.

On the high stage, songs and dances swirled, skirts and silks flying, accompanied by the sound of strings and bamboo, lingering endlessly. At the same time, private performances in the private rooms continued.

It was just that the figure of Fang Jincheng flashed through many people's minds from time to time, causing them to suddenly fall silent during their idle chatter.

During this period, the noble family disciples who had just forcibly pulled Yuanchen to be a guest in the lobby didn't stay long before hurrying away.

From the second floor to the lobby and then outside the building, although their actions were low-key, they were still seen clearly by everyone on the second floor.

The Drunken Immortal Pavilion was a place for pleasure-seeking, and people coming and going was nothing out of the ordinary. It couldn't be said that these people were feeling uneasy or panicked, but because of what had happened earlier, everyone couldn't help but think in that direction.

Ji You was sitting in the private room, checking whether Yuanchen had suffered any hidden injuries. Only after confirming he was fine did he set his mind at ease.

"It is said that the private performances in the rooms are more exciting than those downstairs, and the singing girls wear less. You kid, why did you insist on not going?"

"What's so good about singing and dancing? I have to listen to a hot-blooded story!"

"So the yellow bean hasn't sprouted yet..."

Ji You muttered to himself, secretly thinking what a good child he was, unlike himself.

Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi turned her head to look at him: "The one who just ran out—is that the grand-grandson of that Elder Fang from the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan?"

Ji You came back to his senses and nodded: "After returning to the academy from the Dongping Mountains, I formed another grudge with them. I killed someone under the cover of night, but didn't succeed."

"If the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan acts like this, it deserves to decline. Why don't you consider joining my Lingjian Mountain? I'll make you a personal disciple of the Inspector."

"Wouldn't that make me a rebellious disciple who attacks his master?"

"?"

A hint of malice flashed in Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi's eyes.

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

But although she didn't understand "attack," combining the four words made her realize that even if he became a disciple, he would still want to mess with her.

As the words fell, the small pot on the table boiled, overflowing with the fragrance of tea.

Ji You picked up Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi's cup, intending to pour new tea, but found that there was still more than half a cup of cold tea left.

Subconsciously, he drank the cold tea in the little Inspector's cup and poured in the new tea.

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

Since the winter solstice, the two of them had been kissing every time they met, and they didn't know how much saliva they had consumed. 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 wasn't that he hadn't noticed Fang Jincheng; he had just noticed him a little late. He had intended to draw his sword and kill him, but although Fang Jincheng was jealous and extremely petty, he still had some cleverness.

He hadn't flown through the air with spiritual energy but had specifically squeezed through the crowded areas to escape.

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

Moreover, the cost of the private room was quite expensive. He calculated and felt that the success rate of killing someone at this moment was too low, and the cost was slightly high, so he had to give up.

Amidst the overflowing tea fragrance, the singing and dancing on the stage ended. The slender-waisted dancers and musicians dispersed. Then, a waiter from the teahouse brought up a table, and an old man in a long robe went up to the stage, lifted his hem, and sat down.

Seeing this scene, Yuanchen instantly became excited.

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

He was different; he liked singing and dancing.

He had spent the money for the private room, yet he wasn't seeking pleasure, instead listening to some nonsense storytelling.

But what Ji You didn't expect was that the storytelling at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was actually quite a show.

At this time, the storyteller had already sat down, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the gavel, and slapped it on the table. His goat-like beard twitched, and he began to speak slowly in a resonant voice.

"Respected audience, the New Year is approaching, and all things are renewing. It is fate that we are gathered here today. However, there are those who have come and those who haven't, so I'm afraid the story won't be complete. Allow this old man to go back a few chapters."

"The story we are telling is a newly compiled tale called 'The White-Clothed Swordsman Plays with Two Beauties'."

"I originally intended to tell just two or three chapters, but the proprietor said there have been many tips these past two days, so we shall continue."

"The last chapter said that the white-clothed swordsman entered the Heavenly Mountain Sect, split the inner courtyard gate with one slash, and then, entrusted by the eldest daughter of the gemstone family, taught her younger sister sword techniques."

"In this back and forth, feelings began to grow, and thus, the powder and sweat dried and became wet again, the hairpins rose and fell on the pillow, the spring in the cave produced a square inch of land, and the butterflies among the flowers loved a cluster of spring."

"But this second young lady didn't know that her sister had also had a storm of clouds and rain with this white-clothed swordsman in the spring tent, the phoenix and the phoenix harmonizing on the shark-silk pillow..."

Ji You's teacup froze in mid-air, his eyes gradually widening.

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

Whether it was the storybooks or the storytelling of the Qingyun world, they were basically adapted from real events, used to praise the nobility and elegance of cultivators.

But this was just changing the sect name, changing the sword to a knife, and changing the spirit stones to gemstones.

Damn it, might as well just report his ID number.

The most critical part was that the latter part was completely fabricated.

Ji You was about to draw his sword when he suddenly saw Lu Qingqing poking her head out from the private room opposite on the second floor, her thin lips bitten tight, also listening intently.

As for Yuanchen, after the line about "powder and sweat drying and becoming wet again," his hearing had been sealed by Ji You with spiritual energy. At this moment, watching the storyteller's mouth move without a sound, he was completely stunned.

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

"Uh..."

Yuanchen grabbed his arm, looking at him anxiously: "How is it? Did they fight?"

Ji You remained silent for a long time before nodding: "They fought, very intensely."

The transmission of sound relies on vibration, so Ji You's voice could be conducted through spiritual energy.

They did indeed "fight."

Ji You turned to look at Kuangcheng 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, only to find out it was fake.

It was just that when she heard terms like "rising and falling on the pillow" and "spring producing a square inch of land," she couldn't help but have images appear in her mind.

The Drunken Immortal Pavilion really had a show...

The storytelling program lasted until dusk. Except for the slightly suggestive scenes, most of the rest was praise for the white-clothed swordsman.

The casual guests in the lobby and the guests in the private rooms left one after another. Walking outside the building where the cold air was rising, they couldn't help but look back at the private room on the east side.

There were also Heavenly Tian Shuyuan disciples hurrying back. After inquiring, they heard that Fang Jincheng had re-entered the mountain abyss, and the patrolling disciples on the mountain road had unexpectedly been replaced by several elders close to Elder Fang.

When Ji You's group left the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, the sky was already dark. Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu's cheeks were red, and the story of the white-clothed swordsman playing with two beauties seemed to be echoing in their minds, but they looked quite immersed.

Only the little Inspector, who was already afraid, had an even colder gaze and wouldn't let Ji You walk behind her.

Subsequently, cooking smoke began to rise from the Wulu Trading Firm. Ji You was cooking, while Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi watched coldly from the side, looking like she was inspecting him.

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

Yuan Caiwei also arrived at the courtyard. As soon as she entered the door, she scolded her younger brother for sneaking out to listen to stories.

Yuanchen hid behind Ji You with a dejected face, having bitterness in his heart that he couldn't speak of.

Where had he listened to stories? He had watched a pantomime for nearly an hour and had no idea what the storyteller had said.

Ji You stood by the stove in the night, looking at Yuan Caiwei while stir-frying: "I heard from Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi that Yuanchen is refining the origin power. How is the progress?"

Yuan Caiwei put away her cold elder sister demeanor and spoke softly: "He has already refined nearly half. I have indeed worried less than before."

"But you are still too harsh on him. He has no rest time now and always wants to sneak out. Shengjing is crowded and mixed with people, and he has no combat power, so it's easy for something to happen. From now on, give him an hour or two of leisure, and I'll take him out for a stroll."

"Did Yuanchen cause trouble today?"

Ji You told Yuan Caiwei about today's events and couldn't help but wonder: "You are also quite strange. What have you been busy with these past few days? Why do I never see you?"

Yuan Caiwei came back to her senses: "Caiwei has been busy repaying a debt..."

"?"

As soon as Yuan Caiwei finished speaking, she was called over by Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi.

Ji You put his mind into cooking. After all the dishes were out of the pot, he called Yuanchen and went into the room with the plates.

After walking into the room, Yuan Caiwei and Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi were huddled together, whispering something.

And when the two women saw Ji You enter, they sat up straight, the previous topic was interrupted, and then they sat down to eat together. After eating, they left together.

Had their relationship really improved? Could it be that they were really going to be sisters for a lifetime?

Ji You wasn't sure, just feeling that Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi's gaze seemed to have suddenly become arrogant.

But when they were listening to stories at the teahouse earlier, she had clearly looked terrified.

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

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

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

Kuangcheng Yan Shuyi didn't come, nor did Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu. As for the elusive Yuan siblings, they didn't appear either, as if they had discussed it beforehand.

Ji You pondered for a long time, thinking that if they didn't come, they didn't come; he would try one more time.

So the spiritual energy filling the sky began to gather toward the courtyard again, gradually condensing into a blue light flowing downward.

And Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu, who were staying at the Wei family's courtyard, didn't quite understand. Looking at the Inspector who was playing chess with Wei Rui in the tea pavilion, they showed a look of confusion.

The Inspector clearly liked sticking to the Young Master, but didn't go today. It was truly strange. ===== CHAPTER 292 =====