Chapter 270: Jiujiu, Fuck My Dad
Yun Jiujiu was stunned by Feng Yudie’s words and couldn’t snap back to reality. Seeing Feng Yudie’s expression, she seemed to be serious. She took a deep breath and deliberately skipped the topic.
She really didn’t know how to respond.
How could one borrow that thing? Cut it off and return it after use? Or…
Yun Jiujiu suddenly imagined a strange scene in her mind, and quickly took a big gulp of wine before asking, “Can’t you just find a man? Why must you find a girl?”
“Men are all scum,” Feng Yudie said seriously. “My Master was deceived by a man before, and she always told me to stay away from men.”
“I see…”
Feng Yudie hugged her knees and looked up, saying, “My Master has returned to dust, so I’ve always wanted to avenge her. When I meet the person who deceived my Master, I will definitely split him in two.”
“That’s great! Call me when you do, and I’ll help you split him,” Yun Jiujiu nodded in agreement. “By the way, what’s that person’s name? Is his cultivation very high? If his cultivation isn’t high, I’ll have the Sword Sect disciples help you find him.”
“I don’t know his name, I’ve only seen his portrait.”
“Do you have the portrait with you? Let this old lady have a look, and I’ll help you find him when I do.”
“I always carry it with me…”
Feng Yudie nodded, made a sword finger gesture, and took out a rolled-up, old portrait from her storage bag. She untied the string, opened it, and showed it to Yun Jiujiu.
The portrait had a yellowish-brown background, and the person in the picture was not colored, so the color of their hair or eyes couldn’t be seen. Moreover, the painting skills were not very good and were quite abstract, similar in style to the wanted posters in Immortal City.
However, the double-petaled plum blossom tattoo on his brow was particularly “dazzling.”
“Pfft—”
The moment she saw the plum blossom tattoo, the wine Yun Jiujiu had just poured into her mouth sprayed directly onto the portrait.
Feng Yudie reacted quickly and pulled the portrait back before the wine could stain it. She looked at Yun Jiujiu with a frown, “What are you doing?!”
“Cough, cough, cough—” Yun Jiujiu coughed for a while, patting her chest, before finally recovering. She asked weakly, “Is this the person who deceived your Master?”
“Yes, whenever my Master saw the person in this portrait, she would curse him and stab his crotch with a small knife. Look at this…”
Feng Yudie pointed at the crotch of the person in the portrait. Yun Jiujiu then saw that the area was covered with knife marks, which was enough to show the emotion of the person who drew the portrait at the time.
Yun Jiujiu pursed her lips, recalling her own father, and felt a surge of annoyance.
Just because he couldn’t control his own “bird,” it caused her, Yun Xi, and Yun Yiyi to have a hard time growing up. And he actually went and did… outside?!
With such a rotten personality, he actually dared to dream of breaking through to the void?!
Damn it! Fuck my dad!
“Tsk…”
Feng Yudie looked at her and asked, “Do you recognize this person?”
“I recognize him, but I’m not familiar with him.”
“Who?”
“If I tell you, will you go find him directly?”
“Then what else?” Feng Yudie twisted her eyebrows and pondered for a moment, “Could it be that his cultivation is very high?”
“Very high.”
“Then tell me who it is first. When my cultivation improves later, I’ll go find him.”
“…”
Yun Jiujiu didn’t know whether to tell Feng Yudie or not, worried that if Feng Yudie knew this person was her father, she might vent her anger on her.
Just then, footsteps were heard from behind them.
Yun Jiujiu and Feng Yudie turned their heads to look behind them. They saw a young man wearing blue and white robes entering the garden gate, and their eyes met.
Ye Anping was taken aback, not expecting both of them to be there. But when he saw the portrait in Feng Yudie’s hand, his brow furrowed slightly—why did she have Yun Tianchong’s portrait?
Xiao Tian, sitting on Ye Anping’s head, dangled her little feet in front of Ye Anping’s eyelashes. When she saw Feng Yudie turn her head with red eyes, she was a little confused and quickly flew over, “『 Yudie, why are you crying? What’s wrong? 』”
“…”
Feng Yudie didn’t reply, her brow furrowed. Why was Xiao Tian by Ye Anping’s side? She had called for her for two days and she hadn’t come out…
But with Yun Jiujiu beside her, she couldn’t ask easily, so she said, “Young Master Ye, why are you here?”
Ye Anping glanced at Yun Jiujiu beside him and said directly, “To pick you up. I’ll be going to find Junior Sister with you later. I’ve almost settled things. We’re leaving today.”
Yun Jiujiu was a little bewildered. She looked left and right at the two of them, and after a long moment, she suddenly shouted, “Ah! You are both Xuan Xing Sect disciples! Aren’t you the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect?”
“That doesn’t conflict,” Ye Anping shrugged slightly, not wanting to explain. “Ask Yun Yiyi about the specific details. She’ll give you an explanation.”
Yun Jiujiu squinted her eyes like an old woman, stood up, and patted her butt, asking, “So, were all the things that happened these past few months Yun Yiyi’s doing?”
Ye Anping looked expressionless and said, “It was Zhuang Yan who was causing trouble, it has nothing to do with Yun Yiyi.”
“Then… what’s going on? Hiss—” Yun Jiujiu irritably rubbed her temples, then stamped her foot, “Forget it!! I can’t figure it out. This old lady will go ask Yun Yiyi.”
Saying that, she strode towards the garden corridor. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned her head, “Feng Yudie, the person in the portrait, I’ll help you get revenge. Don’t worry about it for now!!”
“Huh?”
Before Feng Yudie could reply, Yun Jiujiu, with great force, strode out of the back garden, stomping on the ground, as if she was angry.
Ye Anping looked at Feng Yudie’s tear-reddened eyes and asked, “You’re crying?”
“…No, I’m not!” Feng Yudie quickly stood up, rubbed her eyes, and said, “Dust just got into my eyes, I was rubbing it myself.”
“…”
“I really didn’t cry. My Master told me, a daughter should not shed tears easily!”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Ye Anping walked forward, took the portrait, unfolded it again, and examined it carefully. After confirming it was indeed Yun Tianchong, he asked, “What’s going on with this portrait? How do you have it?”
“It’s none of your business.”
Feng Yudie snatched the portrait back directly, looking at Ye Anping with hostility, and took a few steps back.
However, at this moment, Xiao Tian explained on behalf of Feng Yudie, “『 Anping, this is the portrait of the man who deceived Yudie’s Master before. I’ve checked it in the Heavenly Scroll of the Dao before, but this portrait is like a wanted poster, it’s hard to investigate… 』”
Feng Yudie twisted her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Tian in confusion: He can’t even see you, what are you talking about?
Xiao Tian arrogantly put her hands on her hips and raised her head, “『 Anping can see me, right? Anping. 』”
Ye Anping let out a soft sigh. He looked around and saw a stone table not far away. He said, “Senior Sister Feng, let’s sit down and talk. There are many things I need to tell you.”
Seeing that Ye Anping was ignoring her, Xiao Tian was stunned for a moment and quickly flew to Ye Anping’s ear, cursing, “『 Anping, you can’t do this! We agreed on the road. You said you would talk to me later. You can’t just play with me for two days and then abandon me! 』”
Ye Anping waved her away and walked to the stone table to sit down. He took out a roasted chicken wrapped in lotus leaves from his storage bag – he had specifically gone to the marketplace to buy it before coming.
“Senior Sister Feng, please.”
“『 Anping~ Anping~ I’m already yours now~~ Hurry and pay attention to me~~ 』”
“Xiao Tian, be quiet,” Ye Anping glanced at Xiao Tian, then said gently, “Senior Sister Feng, I will explain to you.”
“『 Hehehe~ 』” Xiao Tian smiled when Ye Anping acknowledged her, and flew back to Feng Yudie’s side, “『 Yudie, Anping can actually see me all along, he just pretended not to see me before. Do you believe me now? You and he are destined… 』”
“Xiao Tian, shut up!!”
Feng Yudie scowled and cursed, then walked to the stone table, lifted her skirt, and sat down.
… …
