Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 273 Really?

After the performance of "Silent", Lin Qingyue still felt a little dazed.

It was the first time I saw such a unique execution method. The guqin was used as an instrument to compose the life and death of heaven and earth. All the beasts were running around, competing to stop and listen quietly, looking extremely well-behaved.

After the execution, Dong Mingzhu's body turned into dust, and from then on, dust returned to dust. There was no longer any Dong Mingzhu in this world, and there was no longer any Dong family of the Qingyin Sect.

Fu Weisheng turned his head slightly and looked at Lin Qingyue: "There are countless people like this in aristocratic families, but it is rare to see someone as desperate as Dong Mingzhu."

Lin Qingyue: "It may seem like a good hand, but as long as it is in the hands of someone without moral integrity and ability, it will eventually lose everything."

Ji Fuyou: "How could those people killed by these noble families not be the pride and favorite of every family?"

Fu Weisheng: "That's true."

Lin Qingyue: "Want to eat?"

Fu Weisheng: "I want to eat dried fish."

Lin Qingyue: "Then Ji Fuyou will go catch it."

Fu Weisheng looked at Ji Fuyou, who had already stood up and nodded, "Wait a moment."

……

……

"You went out to eat something delicious without calling me?" He Shoujing had a very sharp nose and could smell the fragrance on them at once.

Fu Weisheng: "You're not with us."

He Shoujing: "Forget it, it's just a bite to eat. Is there anything I want to eat?"

Fu Weisheng: “…”

Lin Qingyue: "Where is the Qingyin Sect's cafeteria?"

He Shoujing: "Didn't you just finish eating?"

Lin Qingyue: "I just want to see if there is any food that is different from Zhongzhou."

He Shoujing kicked the wooden figure next to him and said, "Amu, take her there."

The wooden man stood up, picked up his shovel and walked away.

Lin Qingyue followed and went out.

Fu Weisheng wanted to follow, but he had eaten too much dried fish and didn't want to move, so he just sat in the chair in a daze.

Ji Fuyou was not embarrassed. He found a stool and sat next to Fu Weisheng, then took out a book on sword theory to read.

He Shoujing bet that he was just pretending to be cool, otherwise why didn't he pretend when he came before, but now he started pretending in front of Fu Weisheng.

Thinking of He Junyou, He Shoujing frowned, feeling that the He family would not cancel the engagement so easily.

Especially He Junyou, who is ambiguous about everything. He may not like Fu Weisheng, but he doesn't think there is anything wrong with being a Taoist partner with Fu Weisheng.

Logically speaking, as long as Ji Fuyou is willing to be a subordinate, He Junyou may not necessarily tolerate him.

Just looking at Ji Fuyou's behavior, he is unwilling to be the smaller one. There will be a showdown between these two people eventually.

He Shoujing thought silently that feeling was supreme, and he immediately started to play a hesitant song, which made Fu Weisheng and Ji Fuyou look up at him.

"Does it sound good? I played it for you guys."

Fu Weisheng answered honestly: "It sounds good."

Ji Fuyou: "It sounds very nice."

He Shoujing shook his head secretly when he heard the answer, which was very unoriginal.

"By the way, when are you planning to go back?"

Fu Weisheng: "Aren't we still going to find Hua Cixi's accomplices?"

He Shoujing: "This kind of thing will only take a few days. The question is, do you want to go back or stay in Nanzhou?"

Ji Fuyou: "Let's go back."

Fu Weisheng looked up at him, puzzled: "Why?"

She didn't want to go back to arrange marriage: "If you marry He Junyou for me, then I will go back."

Ji Fuyou: "The sword competition determines whether I can become a direct disciple. It is very important to me."

Fu Weisheng: "Then we should separate. I will continue in Nanzhou, and you go back to Ziyang Sword Sect."

Ji Fuyou: "That's not what I meant. I just think your family is so good to you, you shouldn't embarrass them like this."

Fu Weisheng: "Ah... Is this the dilemma?"

He Shoujing: "That depends on who you're competing against. Okay, if you want to go back to Ziyang Sword Sect, then go back. With me, Fu Weisheng, here, you'll only become more unscrupulous."

Fu Weisheng nodded, expressing his trust in his close friend.

"Go in peace."

Ji Fuyou: "Are you chasing me away?"

Fu Weisheng frowned, sighed, and touched Ji Fuyou's forehead: "Are you sick? Why did you start talking nonsense? Where did I chase you away?"

He Shoujing: "Humph, I don't know how many times I've used this trick, and you even used it against Fu Weisheng. You have a really dirty heart."

Fu Weisheng nodded: "You have to learn to grow up."

He Shoujing: "Is he your son? Why are you talking to him like that?"

Fu Weisheng: "Thank you for saving my life. Am I not his reborn parent?"

He Shoujing: "Fu Weisheng, I haven't seen you for a long time. You seem to have become bad."

Fu Weisheng: "No."

Ji Fuyou didn't leave, but just watched their conversation with some envy.

Weisheng, when will you treat me the same way you treat He Shoujing and Lin Qingyue?

……

……

Lin Qingyue was coming back from outside with a bottle of drink. Amu opened the door and the atmosphere inside was very awkward.

Extraordinarily quiet.

Amu is a wooden man. He has no human emotions and naturally cannot feel the suffocating embarrassment in the air.

"Dig, dig!"

He Shoujing kicked it open: "Where is there anything for you to dig? Go out and play by yourselves."

Amu was kicked down and rolled to the door, his head at the bottom, and his eyes just happened to see the door.

He Shoujing sensed something was wrong and immediately started yelling, "You can't tear that down!"

Unfortunately, it was too late, Amu had already taken down the door.

"..."

Ji Fuyou looked at the empty door and said, "Fellow Daoist He is truly unconventional."

He Shoujing: ...

Don’t think he didn’t know that Ji Fuyou was speaking sarcastically. He fell down again like a pile of mud.

"I'm dying! I'm dying! A wooden man is bullying me! Is there any justice in this world?"

He wailed and turned his head to meet a pair of eyes.

"what!"

He Shoujing covered his heart and stepped back, "Lin Qingyue, why are you so close to me? Are you attracted by my beauty?"

Lin Qingyue: ...

Lin Qingyue: "I just want to ask you, when should we start investigating this matter about the clay Buddha?"

He Shoujing sighed, patted his chest and said, "That will take at least until I finish my chores, finish the new song, give a sermon at Juxian Tower, and then go..."

"Stop!" Lin Qingyue interrupted him: "Are you reading the recipe over my shoulder? I still have things to do!"

"I know about the sword competition," He Shoujing said. "At worst, you and Ji Fuyou can both join our Qingyin Sect. I guarantee that you can become direct disciples."

Fu Weisheng: "Buy it with money?"

"Oh, how did you know? Who told you?" He Shoujing was a little embarrassed.

"That's how it is in the Shangnan Sect." Fu Weisheng said, "But every sect has this kind of thing; it's unavoidable."

Lin Qingyue: "Forget it, I'll go alone."

He Shoujing stopped her: "Hey, hey, hey, I can help you! I'll help you find the location of the clay Buddha right now."

Lin Qingyue really stopped.

"Really?"