A master of comedy!

a bolt from the blue!

I used to see a saying that when people are embarrassed, they can't help but dig their toes into the ground and want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He used to think it was exaggerated, but now he suddenly understands.

Looking down, it seemed genuinely trying to find a large crack in the ground so it could use its burrowing technique to disappear into it.

But what was even more terrifying than the embarrassment was the look in Yao Tai Feng's eyes at that moment. It was one of shock, sadness, as if she had been betrayed by the person she trusted most. Her bright eyes dimmed like extinguished stars.

She had absolute trust in Zhou Sheng, which is why she asked him to protect her during her breakthrough. However, she never expected that he would be intimate with another woman outside the door. What's worse, that woman even took pleasure in cheating on her husband.

Did they treat her dignity and trust as part of their amusement?
She found it hard to believe, but her ability to read minds forced her to accept that all of this was Zhou Sheng's most authentic memory.

At this moment, Yao Taifeng's body swayed slightly, and she let out a muffled groan. Her newly cultivated incense-golden body was in disarray, and there was a faint worry that it would collapse.

Significant emotional fluctuations are not conducive to the stability of the golden body.

She didn't make a scene or shout; instead, she looked at Zhou Sheng with a faint, almost lifeless gaze.

That gaze stung him.

Yao Taifeng released her grip, said nothing, and turned to leave.

In traditional operas, there are often women who are abandoned by their lovers. They usually cry and make a scene, even threatening suicide. But Yao Tai Feng is different.

Her inherent pride wouldn't allow her to do that.

But the hand that had let go was suddenly gripped tightly, the hot palm seemingly conveying some kind of power.

She turned to look at Zhou Sheng, trying to break free.

"Don't move, keep watching."

Zhou Sheng's voice was firm and strong, and his eyes revealed sincerity. He nodded to her and said, "Trust me."

An ordinary woman would find it absurd and ridiculous that you have just done such a heartless thing and now expect me to believe you?

But Yao Taifeng is different. She fought alongside Zhou Sheng and went through life and death together. The two have an extraordinary understanding between them.

She closed her eyes and continued watching.

Then she saw the specific scene of Zhou Sheng's graduation from his apprenticeship, and saw him on the stage, narrowly escaping death and fighting desperately.

I saw Yama deliberately bestowing Yu Zhensheng's hamstring and golden elixir upon Nian Nu Jiao; I saw his agreement with Bao Ying and Gongsun Ce; I saw Zhou Sheng immediately rinsing his mouth after being forcibly kissed, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust and revulsion...

Zhou Sheng suddenly felt fortunate that Yao Tai Feng possessed the ability to read minds; otherwise, explaining certain things in words would have been quite difficult.

Now he has chosen to lay everything out.

A moment later, after she had read the whole story, her eyes changed again, and the brightness in them returned.

She reached out and gently rubbed Zhou Sheng's lips with her fingertips, where a faint tooth mark could still be seen.

"Danshan, I'm sorry to have wronged you."

"It must be very unpleasant to have to deal with a tiger for its skin and endure humiliation."

Those gentle words, tinged with a hint of heartache, instantly calmed Zhou Sheng's still somewhat hesitant heart, and even stirred up a feeling of being understood and cared for.

To outsiders, this was a stroke of good fortune, a romantic encounter, but only Zhou Sheng himself knew that acting was like walking on thin ice, as if he were on the edge of a cliff, and could fall into the abyss at any moment.

"As long as I can get back my master's hamstrings and golden core, and seek justice for so many innocent souls who died unjustly, then it will all be worth it."

He spoke calmly, so calmly that Yao Taifeng felt a pang of pity for him.

No matter what kind of enemy he encountered or how great the difficulties he faced, this man never complained or showed any fear.

Although tens of thousands of people are coming.

"Danshan, you should have told me sooner, I could have helped you."

Her sharp, sword-like eyebrows lifted slightly, her eyes flashing like cold stars, her imposing presence tinged with a chilling killing intent. "Doesn't He like to steal people? Then let Him pay with his life."

"We're not after money in this play, we're after our lives!"

At this moment, her murderous intent towards Nian Nu Jiao soared to its peak, even surpassing that of the former Great General.

"Now that you have attained the Golden Body, I do need your help."

Zhou Sheng frankly admitted that he did not make the mistake of being a chauvinist and insisting on bearing the burden alone. He knew that Yao Taifeng was never a weak woman, and the best way to respect her was to fight alongside her.

Sure enough, Yao Taifeng finally smiled after hearing these words.

"As long as you know."

The two looked into each other's eyes and smiled. Any slight misunderstanding vanished instantly, replaced by a tacit understanding of facing a formidable enemy together and overcoming difficulties together.

Immediately afterwards, Yao Tai Feng went to see the old woman and spared no effort to use her precious divine power to heal her wounds. Although she could not reconnect her severed tongue, she was relieved of her pain.

"My temple keeper will not tolerate being lectured by others."

"I'll help you settle this score."

These two simple sentences moved the old hag to tears, causing her to prostrate herself in worship. Only then was she truly and completely convinced.

Then, the two traveled together to Yu Zhensheng's residence.

This time, she stood upright in the sunlight, no longer needing an umbrella to shield herself. She wore only a half-covering scarf, and her slender figure, outstanding temperament, and bright, sparkling eyes drew the attention of passersby on the street.

Zhou Sheng, who was being led by the hand, became the envy of everyone.

"Star anise, fennel, dried tangerine peel, chili peppers..."

Passing by the market, she skillfully bought various stewing seasonings and side dishes. As a well-known wealthy woman in Xunyang, she even enthusiastically bargained with the vendor and ended up getting some scallions as a gift.

Finally, the boss was filled with envy, saying that Zhou Sheng had married a good wife who could manage the household well and was also beautiful; it was truly a blessing from his past life.

Zhou Sheng simply smiled and remained silent, offering none of the sweet words he used when facing Nian Nu Jiao, yet his smile conveyed an indescribable ease and enjoyment.

This is the kind of life he likes.

Back home, in front of everyone, Yao Taifeng bowed respectfully to Yu Zhensheng like a daughter-in-law, then rolled up her sleeves, revealing half of her slender, snow-white wrist, and began to skillfully cook.

Zhou Sheng tried to help but was chased away by her.

The dragon meat was not easy to handle, as it was too tough. She drew the twin swords that she often used on the stage, channeled her divine power, and used them to peel and chop the meat.

It spewed divine fire from its mouth and commanded the red thread to fetch mountain spring water...

Soon, one steaming dish after another was served: stir-fried dragon meat, clear dragon soup, braised, grilled...

One dragon, ten ways to eat.

Every dish is a rare delicacy, prepared with exquisite and impeccable culinary skills.

Tan Sheng stared at the beautiful figure, his eyes dimming, and even the dragon meat on the table seemed to have lost its flavor.

In his heart, Yao Tai Feng was a celestial being, a goddess, and her jade fingers that could pluck orchids should not be stained by the soot on the stove.

But looking at the smile on her face, he knew that it was her own willingness, and even that she was enjoying it.

Yu Tianheng noticed his disciple's emotions and shook his head with a sigh.

"This woman is too stunning, and she already has someone she loves. My disciple, you have no chance."

Although he showed some favoritism towards his own disciple, looking at Zhou Sheng, who was handsome, had an outstanding temperament, and possessed superb cultivation at a young age, with the air of a master, Yu Tianheng had to admit that this kid was even more dazzling than Yu Zhensheng back then.

Is it possible that the fate of Yin-Yang plays is uniquely favored by the Northern School?

...(End of this chapter)