Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 296 The black-faced woman
But she was only stunned for a moment, and didn't even know why she was stunned for a moment.

The dark-faced old woman blocked the doorway, her shadow like a small mountain, casting a large shadow.

She was spitting as she spoke, and a strong wave of dizziness washed over her again. Ning Fusang's eardrums were ringing, and she couldn't make out what the dark-faced woman was cursing. It wasn't until she regained some consciousness that she vaguely recognized one sentence:

"What are you daydreaming about! Didn't you see the firewood was about to fall out?!"

Ning Fusang quickly caught the unburnt end of the firewood, pushed it in, and added another piece of wood.

The dark-faced old woman muttered, "Ugly Sunflower is usually the most clumsy and tongue-tied person, but today the sun must have risen in the west for her to react so quickly. It's not like Ugly Sunflower at all."

She stared intently at Ugly Sunflower's face; it was still so ugly. She felt relieved; it couldn't possibly be someone else impersonating her.

The dark-faced old woman's stomach growled twice. After giving Ugly Sunflower a good whack, she prepared to have breakfast first.

"Keep the fire burning properly. If you delay Miss's washing up today, you'll be in big trouble when I get back."

Ning Fusang turned a deaf ear.

The old woman's scolding and reprimands did not stir any ripples in her heart.

She wouldn't stoop to the level of such insignificant ants.

Suddenly, she froze again, and whispered the word "ant" twice.

Why did she have such a natural thought? In this mansion, the dark-faced old woman's status was clearly higher than hers.

Although Ning Fusang had lost her memory, her mind was still her own. She noticed many strange things and the more she thought about them, the more she felt something was wrong.

Who is she?
Who is Chou Kui?
If she isn't Ugly Sunflower, then who is she?
Ning Fusang thought for a while, then shook her head, finding her own idea laughable.

She gathered the firewood and focused on starting a fire.

The fire was raging, and the pot of cold well water was quickly boiling and steaming. Ning Fusang lifted the pot lid and used a wooden ladle to scoop the water into a bucket. She thought she could lift the bucket with one hand, but she almost strained her back. Ning Fusang muttered to herself, "My body is so weak." Then, carrying the bucket with both hands, she slowly made her way to her mistress's courtyard.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I was scolded.

One of the two maids, dressed in pink jackets and green skirts, spoke fluently, "Ugly Sunflower, why are you so late bringing water today? Is the kitchen far from Luhua Pavilion? It's only a few steps, but you walk like a tortoise. Are you even a man? Useless!"

Ning Fusang glanced at her indifferently, her eyes devoid of any emotion, only cold and indifferent. The maid was momentarily startled by her gaze, choked for a moment, and forgot what she was going to say.

The maid beside her advised, "Alright, it's more important to help Miss wash up first."

She looked at Chou Kui and pointed a finger: "Go and fetch two more buckets of water."

Ning Fusang picked up the wooden bucket and turned to leave.

To be honest, she didn't quite understand. Washing your face is just washing up, why would you need three buckets of water?
Oh well, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. It's just fetching water, it's not a big deal.

It's because she works at the manor.

Ning Fusang sped up a bit later, but by the time she finished delivering the two buckets of water, it was almost the end of the morning. From beginning to end, she hadn't seen the young lady from Luhua Pavilion even once.

Back in the woodshed, after eating two steamed buns, she chose a sharp and easy-to-use axe and went to the yard to chop firewood.

She expected to chop wood one piece at a time, but in reality, it was quite different from what she imagined.

After working for half an hour, Ning Fusang had only chopped a few pieces of firewood. A word inexplicably popped into her mind: useless.

The thought vanished in an instant. Ning Fusang put the firewood down on the tree stump, raised the axe, and chopped down, but it went astray again.

The axe was embedded in the tree stump and was difficult to pull out. Ning Fusang's palms went numb, so she simply let go and took a breath.

The bright, warm sunlight pierced through the thin mist and shone on the courtyard threshold. Ning Fusang felt as if she were in another world, tilting her head back to feel the warm sunlight, and softly recited: "The sun is about to rise in the east, shining on my threshold, Fusang."

She is Fusang.

It's not an ugly sunflower.

This is the termite illusion array.

The dark-faced old woman suddenly appeared from nowhere, cursing, "What are you muttering about? I told you to chop wood, and you're just standing here daydreaming. You weren't born with a life of wealth and privilege, yet you try to slack off like others. Don't you even know who you are?"

Ning Fusang glanced at the dark-faced old woman a few times, wondering if she might be Bai Ni.

Such a harshness is actually somewhat similar to Bai Ni's.

However, she was self-awakened. If the dark-faced old woman in front of her was really Bai Ni, then how should she wake Bai Ni up?
Ning Fusang's gaze lingered on the dark-faced old woman for a while.

The dark-faced old woman felt uneasy under her gaze and thought to herself, "How strange. Why should I be afraid of this ugly Kui? He's just a lowly servant."

The dark-faced old woman opened her eyes wide, glared back, and cursed, "You worthless wretch, you dare to glare at me? Let me make this clear: if you don't finish chopping this pile of firewood today, don't even think about eating!"

Ning Fusang increasingly felt that she resembled Bai Ni.

Thinking to herself, she realized that Bai Ni was actually quite harsh when they weren't allies.

She had long since abstained from grains and should not need to eat, but this body, being mortal, still felt hunger.

Even though Bai Ni had told her before entering the termite illusion array that she couldn't use her cultivation, Ning Fusang still hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

Most importantly, with this dark-faced old woman watching over her, she had no chance to go out and explore this dream world, let alone find a way to break the formation.

If the dark-faced old woman is Bai Ni, and she can wake up, Ning Fusang will not be in this predicament. However, Ning Fusang still has some doubts about whether the dark-faced old woman is actually Bai Ni.

She needed to find an opportunity to test the dark-faced woman.

If her identity can be confirmed, that would be best. If not, Ning Fusang will have to find an opportunity to leave this thatched courtyard.

Of course, besides actively testing the black-faced woman, Ning Fusang had another option: to obediently chop firewood in the yard and wait for Bai Ni to come to her.

Bai Ni had been to this dream twice before, so she knew she wouldn't linger in it for too long.

The dark-faced old woman had vanished, leaving Ning Fusang alone in the courtyard once more. Instead of continuing to chop firewood, she used the locust tree in the yard to climb over and escape.

Besides Bai Ni and her, Qian Yuan also entered the termite illusion array. Ning Fusang wanted to find Qian Yuan first, so that she could have an accomplice and things would go more smoothly.

Even if we don't find Qianyuan on this trip, it's still good to gather more information.

In short, she wouldn't stay in the yard chopping wood.

The courtyard wall was ten feet high, which was nothing to Ning Fusang, but since she was now in the body of Chou Kui, it was a bit difficult. She finally managed to climb over the wall, but she twisted her ankle.

Ning Fusang took two deep breaths and told herself to calm down.

But really, she hadn't been this weak since she was six years old.

Although the Hall of Longevity was a cold and icy cage, she had been taught by the Hall of Longevity since she was six years old to cultivate spiritual power. The first time she drew qi into her body, the spiritual energy circulated through her entire body, condensed and did not disperse, and returned to her dantian. After that, she did not need to cultivate deliberately, and her cultivation could increase even in her dreams. Ning Fusang rarely experienced this kind of weakness.

Sangsang's impression of Bai Ni: mean-spirited.

Bai Ni: ? ? ?

Whether the black-faced woman is actually Bai Ni remains to be investigated.