Xiuxian Work Log

The young man walked to Fu Weisheng's door carrying a box of snacks, opened the door, walked in sideways, put the snacks on the table, and then sat down.

At this time, Fu Weisheng was sleeping with her eyes closed, with the back of her head facing Ji Fuyou. Ji Fuyou looked at her black hair like a waterfall and fell into deep thought.

If the magic weapon is correct, then the Ji family may be his ancestors. However, he has never seen his parents since he was a child, so it seems that the Ji family did not live well later on.

Ji Fuyou thought of the baby in Ji's wife's belly. After hesitating for a while, he still did not tell Ji's wife that she was pregnant.

What is to happen will still happen, because the past already exists and only now becomes traceable.

If the child does not survive, it means he should not come into this world.

Before he met Fu Weisheng, he had also thought about whether he should continue to live a life with no hope of making a breakthrough. This world is so boring, it is a pity to throw it away.

But isn't he still alive now?

Ji Fuyou looked at Fu Weisheng's long black hair that hung down to the end of the bed, with the ends of his hair curled together. He took out a wooden comb from his inner lining, squatted at the end of the bed, and combed his hair slowly with the comb.

In fact, a simple dust-clearing technique could accomplish this, but he just enjoyed the time alone with Fu Weisheng, which allowed him to feel needed for a moment.

After fixing his hair, Ji Fuyou raised his head and happened to meet the eyes of Fu Weisheng, who had woken up at some point.

"Ah Sheng."

Fu Weisheng responded.

"Ah Sheng."

Ji Fuyou called out again, and Fu Weisheng looked into his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"No, I just wanted to call you."

Fu Weisheng felt a little strange, but didn't care: "Then you can call, I want to eat glutinous rice cake."

Ji Fuyou handed the pastry on the table to Fu Weisheng, then took one out and handed it to Fu Weisheng's mouth.

Fu Weisheng glanced at him, lowered her head to bite the pastry in his hand, and accidentally used too much force and bumped into Ji Fuyou's arms. Before she could react, she was held in Ji Fuyou's arms, and she frowned at the taste of the pastry.

"Is it not delicious?" Ji Fuyou helped Fu Weisheng up. Fu Weisheng leaned against the head of the bed, not knowing what he was thinking, and finished all the pastries bite by bite.

"Fortunately."

Ji Fuyou knew that Fu Weisheng was not telling the truth. He picked up a piece of cake and tasted it. His face changed as soon as he took a bite. He swallowed the cake and grabbed Fu Weisheng's hand that was about to reach out.

"My mistake. I should have given you the pastries in the storage bag."

He originally thought that the pastries here had a unique flavor, but he didn't expect that the taste was ordinary and a bit unpalatable.

"It's okay." Fu Weisheng said, "You can eat it."

Ji Fuyou was at a loss for words. He had initially thought that Fu Weisheng was a spoiled young lady, but Fu Weisheng's subsequent behavior changed his mind. Not to mention that she did everything herself, but she was very easy to talk to, but she was not very willing to speak.

Even when he approached her with deliberate intentions, it took him a lot of effort to make her adapt to him.

Fu Lixu once said that he had evil intentions, so he used the master-servant contract to prove his loyalty. Otherwise, he would have been sent to Shangnan Sect by the Fu family instead of being with Fu Weisheng.

Ji Fuyou put the cakes away and took out another box of cakes from his storage bag. "Don't worry about wasting them. I'll eat these. You can have this."

"Oh." Seeing Ji Fuyou say this, Fu Weisheng took the pastries she usually ate.

She can’t say that she likes eating very much, but she finds that eating can relax her brain. She is not picky. She eats when there is food, and doesn’t want to eat when there is nothing to eat.

"You are here!"

Lin Qingyue opened the door and came in. She could feel the atmosphere inside from the outside and knew that Fu Weisheng and Ji Fuyou were here.

"Ji Fuyou, the Ji family's wife just came downstairs and said she was looking for you."

When Ji Fuyou thought of Ji Niangzi's familiar features, his mind ached.

"What's wrong?" Fu Weisheng asked him.

Ji Fuyou: "I'll go take a look."

Lin Qingyue: "Do we need to go together?"

Ji Fuyou: "No, you can just rest here."

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As the footsteps disappeared, Lin Qingyue came up to Fu Weisheng and took a piece of cake from the snack box in a familiar manner. Fu Weisheng pushed the box in front of her.

"This pastry is quite delicious." Lin Qingyue was a little surprised.

Fu Weisheng nodded: "From Yushuzhai, their dim sum is pretty good."

Lin Qingyue: "From Beizhou? I was near Ziyang Sword Sect, but I didn't see any."

Fu Weisheng: "It's not normal to see it. Yushuzhai's cakes are only sold in Beizhou."

Speaking of this, Fu Weisheng pursed his lips and said, "Do you want to carve ice? There is a very high mountain near my home. The ice on it never melts. You can ask a master to carve it. The final product will be beautiful."

Fu Weisheng said so much in a row, it seems that he really likes it, Lin Qingyue thought.

"Ice that never melts sounds like it would be suitable for making a weapon."

Fu Weisheng: "The double cold moon hairpins on my head were carved by a master. They are very beautiful with the gold rune inscriptions."

Lin Qingyue looked over and saw the delicate and restrained patterns on the hairpin on Fu Weisheng's head. If he tilted his gaze further, he could even see the gold characters on it rotating.

"What kind of formation is that above?"

Lin Qingyue had not seen many formations, but the Zi Yang Sword Sect taught some of the most basic formations. However, these were not even elementary formations, let alone this formation, which was even more sophisticated than the one she had taught in the sect.

"The Golden Sparrow Formation is an intermediate-level formation that predicts nearby dangers," Fu Weisheng explained. "It loses its power over time, so it needs to be reset every five years."

Lin Qingyue: "How is the formation set up?"

Fu Weisheng: "Dip the magic brush into the juice of the immortal grass, then apply it to the hairpin..."

He then said a lot of things that Lin Qingyue couldn't understand. When Fu Weisheng finished speaking, Lin Qingyue was still in a daze.

"Do you understand it?"

Lin Qingyue: "...I still don't understand."

Fu Weisheng: "If you want to learn how to draw talismans and set up formations, you can come to me. I can teach you some formations that I created myself."

Lin Qingyue: “???”

She couldn't help but exclaimed, "A formation you created yourself? How old are you this year?"

Fu Weisheng tilted his head: "17?"

"Oh my God!" Lin Qingyue wailed, "I didn't expect you were still a minor. Can you give me a chance to survive?"

Fu Weisheng: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Qingyue suddenly became silent: "I'm just thinking about life."

Fu Weisheng: "Life?"

She really couldn't think of what to think about.

Suddenly the light dimmed and she looked up into the woman's star-like eyes.

Lin Qingyue stood up: "Ji Fuyou left with that Ji family lady, I knew they must be related."