“Jiu Hui, why are you here?” Not expecting Jiu Hui to suddenly appear, Yu Luan tightly pinched the medicine bottle hidden in her sleeve and slowly put it back. Bu Ting looked at the young woman outside the courtyard gate and slowly said, “Miss Jiu Hui doesn’t stay at the banquet. Why have you come to see this Bu-mou?” ...
Upon hearing Jiu Hui’s words, Bu Ting fell silent for a moment. He looked at Nan Feng, who avoided his gaze. Jin Qingqiu turned to look at Nan Feng, then slipped over to Jiu Hui’s side. “Is this fellow Daoist okay?” ...
“Young Master, Young Master.” After Jiu Hui hung the lantern, Yu Li poked her head out from the bridge outside the village, wanting to talk to Jiu Hui but not daring to approach her. “Yu Li?” Jiu Hui flew to Yu Li’s side. “Why are you here?” ...
After only ten days of not seeing him, Bu Ting had become as thin as a stick. The wind blew against his clothes, reminding Jiu Hui of the idiom “one’s body cannot bear the clothes”. “Miss Jiu Hui.” Bu Ting’s face was pale. He looked at Jiu Hui quietly and nodded at her. ...
As the moon rose to the middle of the sky, Grandpa Bu opened the courtyard gate and saw Zhi You under the tree outside the gate. “Come in.” Grandpa Bu sighed and greeted Zhi You to sit down in the courtyard. “Can’t sleep?” ...
“Nineteen years?” A strange thought flashed through Jiu Hui’s mind: “The time your garlic chive went missing is very close to the time when Bu Ting used the Soul-Swallowing Formation.” Zhi You didn’t react. ...
Under the bright moonlight, five people knelt in a row under the big tree at the village entrance, kneeling quite neatly in a row. The heads of the three families stood not far away, not daring to make a sound. “What did I tell you before you left?” Uncle Wu paced and stopped in front of Jiu Hui. “I told you to take them to the mortal world, where did you take them?” ...
“My lord, it’s not that we intend to lower the price, but you know the current market for our bookstore. Besides, other novels have romantic plots with beautiful women and handsome men, and they are entangled for nine lives and nine generations. Your novel doesn’t even have a plot where the male and female protagonists stab each other. It doesn’t read well enough.” “Boss, I don’t agree with you on that. If lovers are stabbing each other with knives, how can they stay together? Can that even be considered true love?” ...
In the sky, flying boats shuttled back and forth. Jiu Hui had already encountered several flying boats helping cities transport items. Some flying boats were resplendent and magnificent, while others were simple and unadorned. Cultivators carrying supplies in their storage rings flew past on their flying swords, like elusive streaks of light. The sky had never been so lively. ...
Nan Feng hurried back to the sect. Jiu Hui and Zhi You followed behind the Second Elder, meeting the gazes of the Jiutian Sect Elders. The courtyard where Bu Ting lived had been cleaned up before Jiu Hui and the others arrived, but there was still a faint smell of blood in the air. ...