A master of comedy!

“Master, the mystery of the fetus is difficult to solve; Xiao Feng just needs some more time.”

Watching Yang Ying descend the mountain, Jinse parted her lips slightly and watched her until she disappeared from sight.

Having not seen each other for many years, she really wanted to spend more time with Xiaofeng, but times had changed, and she now bore many responsibilities, entrusted with the lives of countless people.

Seven days was the limit she had set for herself. She had to return to the Longhua Sect immediately, or things would change.

"Don't worry, of course I understand that principle. This matter cannot be rushed, and the timing cannot be too fast."

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly and said, "But no matter the past life or this life, Boss Feng will never escape my grasp."

His voice was calm and confident.

If all else fails, he can always try again. Back then, the proud and arrogant Feng Du was in love with him. What difficulty could it be for this inexperienced young Yang Ying?

In fact, as they spent these days together, he could sense that Yang Ying had developed a special affection for him, but the girl was still deceiving herself.

In this situation, separating for a period of time can actually help them understand their own feelings.

"The troupe leader is truly a master of seduction, with shrewd and experienced methods. Back then, Xiao Feng couldn't escape, and now Xiao Ying will likely face the same fate."

Jinse stared directly at Zhou Sheng, her glassy pupils reflecting his handsome face, his delicate features displaying a half-smile.

Zhou Sheng immediately noticed her change.

The Jinse of the past would never have joked about herself like this; in fact, there was an indescribable meaning behind her joke.

The quiet and reserved fairy of yesteryear seems to have become bolder and more proactive.

Her eyes were like autumn water. Suddenly, she took a step forward and got close to Zhou Sheng. There was only half a step between them. The mountain wind blew by, and Zhou Sheng could even smell the fragrance of her orchid-like hair.

My heart suddenly started beating a little faster.

Up close, Jinse's beauty was even more striking. In front of Zhou Sheng, she had already removed her veil of mystery, revealing her most authentic face.

Her skin was so white it was dazzling, as if moonlight had been concentrated, and even the finest downy hairs were invisible.

Her features were so perfect that there was not a single flaw. Her hair was as black as clouds, and she held a guqin in her arms. The snow-white tassels hanging down from her black hair fluttered gently. She was as bright as the moon and as serene as water.

"Priceless treasures are easy to find, but a loving husband is hard to come by."

"Xiao Feng gave up everything for the troupe leader, even reincarnating, and the troupe leader never abandoned her, traversing mountains and rivers, going through two lifetimes to find her. Such deep affection, Jinse sometimes... really envies."

She looked directly into Zhou Sheng's eyes, her voice like the clear, resonant notes of a zither.

"Master, when do you think Jinse will be able to encounter such a beautiful relationship?"

Zhou Sheng was startled and didn't dare to look into those beautiful, glassy eyes.

This girl...

As expected, one is influenced by one's surroundings. After following the Buddha Mother for so many years, her personality has changed drastically, making him feel somewhat awkward for a moment.

boom!
He reached out and gently tapped the burnt tail of the guqin.

In an instant, Jinse, whose momentum had been steadily rising, suddenly shuddered, couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, her slender waist trembled involuntarily, and a hint of shyness flashed across her cool, moon-like face.

The most sensitive part of her body is her waist, near the end of the guqin's scorched tail.

Of all the people in the world who know this secret, only Master, Xiao Feng, and Zhou Sheng know it.

"Teacher, you—"

"Ahem, it's getting late, let's go down the mountain together."

Jinse was taken aback by his words, then her eyes rippled with emotion. She instantly forgot her previous offense and asked in a low, uncertain voice, "Does the troupe leader mean... that you'll come with me?"

"of course."

"Doesn't the troupe leader plan to secretly follow Xiao Ying and protect her?"

Zhou Sheng smiled helplessly: "If I follow any further, I'm afraid the young lady will think I'm a clingy, perverted old man. As for safety, with the Wind and Thunder Swords protecting us, we're safe for now."

"But I'm worried about you." In an instant, Jinse's eyes lit up, and the entire mountain forest seemed to brighten up as well.

"I'm actually fine. As a saintess, no one dares to provoke me..."

"Hehe, then let me, your former troupe leader, go to the Longhua Sect to bask in the glory of the Holy Maiden and enjoy a peaceful life, shall I?"

A smile appeared on Jinse's lips. She lightly touched the ground with her lotus feet and floated gracefully down the mountain. Her movements were elegant, leaving no trace on the snow, like a fairy princess.

"Master, you'd better try to curry favor with Jinse, or the brothers in the sect will definitely make you regret it!"

Her voice held an unusual hint of mischief; this dignified saintess sounded more like a boastful young girl.

Zhou Sheng shook his head and smiled, then vanished in a flash of golden light.

……

Yuzhou, Yiluan Road.

Located in the Central Plains, this place is flat and open. It is harvest season, and the roadsides are piled with golden waves of wheat, foreshadowing the upcoming bumper harvest this year.

A horse-drawn carriage moved slowly forward, making a clattering sound with its hooves.

Wearing a bamboo hat, Zhou Sheng did not whip the horse, and the horse moved forward automatically as if it understood human nature, never trampling the wheat field.

He looked around, his brows furrowed slightly.

During the autumn harvest, the fields should be bustling with activity as people rush to harvest, but why haven't I seen a single person after walking for so long?

In some wheat fields, the grains were so ripe that they rotted on the ground.

The wheat fields are growing so well, which shows that farmers must have taken good care of them. Now that it's harvest time, it's impossible that they were so careless.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zhou Sheng lifted the carriage curtain, intending to ask Jinse a question, but saw her hurriedly put away a book and awkwardly smooth her hair at her temples.

"What book are you reading?"

Zhou Sheng asked somewhat strangely, this wasn't the first time; Jinse had been acting strangely ever since they came down from Kunlun Mountain.

Even though flying would be the fastest way, she insisted on taking a carriage.

Moreover, she seemed to be secretly reading a book in the carriage, which she would quickly put away whenever he came in.

"It's nothing, just a sheet music."

Zhou Sheng smiled, not pressing the issue, and continued to ask, "Why is no one harvesting these wheat fields?"

Upon hearing this, Jinse's expression turned serious, and after a moment, she frowned slightly.

"Our Holy Sect's headquarters is hidden in Lao Jun Mountain in Yuzhou. For years, the sixteen agricultural commissioners under my command and their subordinates have been helping the people of Luoyang to cultivate and work, and have been purchasing grain at a price 10% higher than the average price for several years..."

Along the way, this holy maiden of the Longhua Sect had already told Zhou Sheng all the sect's secrets like a large sieve.

This includes the location of the main altar of the Longhua Sect, as well as the locations of its thirty-six branch altars.

What impressed Zhou Sheng was that although Jinse had joined the Longhua Sect, she had not forgotten her original intention. After taking control of the Buddha Mother's lineage, she cared about people's livelihood, emphasized law and discipline, and specially set up sixteen agricultural commissioners to help the people, so that while natural disasters occurred in various places, Luoyang was able to have a bumper harvest year after year.

The Longhua Sect's grain reserves quickly filled the warehouses, exceeding their capacity to consume all the food, and their reputation among the people soared.

She stepped down from the carriage, her moon-white boots sinking into the muddy fields, her snow-white and gorgeous skirt becoming dusty.

She didn't care at all. Instead, she bent down and used her delicate hands, which were used for playing the piano, to pick up a handful of millet that had rotted in the soil.

In those glassy eyes, there was an undisguised heartache, and a chill like the approaching winter.

She said in a very soft, yet icy voice, "Master, I'm afraid you'll have to see Jinse then..."

"He looked like he was going to kill someone."

...(End of this chapter)