Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 272 Punishment and Reward (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"A new judge? A meal replacement?" Without even discussing it with Anuo, Ji Wenchuan, drawing on his previous experiences, immediately knew what had happened.

Is the Holy Master of Tianyao impersonating Yama?
The judge isn't a substitute for a meal; he's a real judge.

Yama is the fake Yama who uses meal replacements...

What do you mean by that? Tell the Old Man of the Yin Wind? Ji Wenchuan isn't crazy yet.

"What did Yama say when he went to the Ice Prison Sect?" Ji Wenchuan asked.

The old man asked on the spot, and Ling Qixuan gave a general account of what had happened.

"I understand." Ji Wenchuan said seriously, "That's not some new judge replacing a meal, that's the original judge. I guess the two of them ran into each other again and he's helping out temporarily. Don't spread gossip, watch your head."

The old man in the cold wind broke out in a sweat: "How could that be... I understand now, thank you Mr. Ji."

The poor old man had just been promoted to the Western Ghost Emperor, nominally on par with Ji Wenchuan, yet he was still terrified of Ji Wenchuan like a dog.

He was a second-rank official, while Ji Wenchuan was a first-rank official.

The entire Yin Corpse Sect was crushed by Ji Wenchuan, almost wiped out.

Fortunately, Ji Wenchuan remembered that Lu Xingzhou had once had the idea of ​​subduing the Yin Corpse Sect, and temporarily gave them a way out, otherwise they would be Yin Corpses themselves now.

From this perspective, Lu Xingzhou also did them a favor...

The old man with the gloomy wind knew what to do, and quickly coughed: "We won't interfere in the affairs of King Yama and the judge. We're just here today to get acquainted with them. We hope Sect Leader Ling will give us more guidance in the future."

"I dare not accept such praise." Ling Qixuan also bowed: "If the Yama Palace needs my cooperation in anything, please do not hesitate to ask."

The alliance between the two is certainly not simply a matter of Yama helping the Ice Prison Sect; the Ice Prison Sect also needs to cooperate with the Yama Palace. The main purpose is actually to rebel against the Great Qian Dynasty, but now is not the right time. Yuan Muyu is also extensively colluding with various demonic factions to organize the Ten Palaces Alliance. With her current superior-grade cultivation, her progress may be much faster than Lu Xingzhou previously estimated.

There's a feeling that the world, which used to be static, has suddenly come to life in the last year or two.

Ji Wenchuan pondered for a moment, then asked Anuo, "If it's for Uncle Ji's own good, do you think we should tell King Yama about this?"

Ah Nuo wiped her face resentfully: "Of course I'll say it! I'll say it big, embellish it! I'll emphasize how cute Ah Nuo is, and how much Ah Nuo misses Sister Yu..."

Ji Wenchuan completely ignored the second half of the sentence and contacted Yuan Muyu directly.

Yuan Muyu was having a small meeting with Dong Chengbi and others, discussing some expansion matters for Daqian. They were all familiar faces from the higher-ups. Surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a mask, revealing her ever-present, charmingly seductive face, which made Dong Chengbi and the others secretly murmur among themselves.

Without the mask, this appearance truly lacks any semblance of authority.

Upon receiving Ji Wenchuan's "call," the little demon goddess looked slightly displeased: "Ji Wenchuan is becoming more and more outrageous. The matter of Dongyue Hanchuan has nothing to do with him, yet he ran off to play. Now that he's finished his work, he's not coming back. I don't know what he's doing loitering outside."

I'd like to ask him more about the situation between Lu Xingzhou and Ye Tinglan.

Upon receiving the message, Yuan Muyu said with a stern face, "Ji Wenchuan, do you still remember that you belong to an organization?"

"Uh..." Ji Wenchuan's voice came from the other end: "I'm outside helping King Yan find out about Lu Xingzhou."

“What’s the point of finding out about a dead traitor! We don’t need to! Just pretend he’s dead!” Yuan Muyu said loudly, then calmed down, “But since we’ve already found out, let’s tell you the result as well.”

Everyone: "..."

Actually, you can communicate through telepathy; there's no need to say it aloud. Saying it aloud would make you look like a clown.

Ji Wenchuan said, "It's like this, Lu Xingzhou somehow learned that Yan Jun had agreed to help the Ice Prison Sect in the Frozen Moon Cold River matter. He was probably worried, so he went to ask the Ice Prison Sect about the specifics of the involvement. After learning that it was the Ice Demon, he was furious and rebuked Ling Qixuan for not explaining the Ice Demon's situation to Yan Jun, saying that he wanted to use Yan Jun as cannon fodder... His exact words were 'our Yan Jun'..."

Dong Chengbi and the others watched as the little demon goddess, whose face had been frosty, suddenly brightened up. Her suppressed laughter was almost overflowing, yet she still said calmly, "Do I need an outsider like him to interfere in my affairs? Forget it, let's not hold it against him, considering he has some conscience."

Ji Wenchuan recounted the details about the Ice Demon. Yuan Muyu pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Understood. This matter... well, I'll remember your contribution."

Ji Wenchuan said, "I didn't do any credit, it was Old Lu..."

Yuan Muyu interrupted: "Your timely relay of the information is a merit. As for Lu Xingzhou, he's an outsider, how could he possibly expect a reward... Never mind, just inform Elder Yinfeng that Lu Xingzhou is in Tianshuang, and ask Elder Yinfeng to protect him. Don't let his lousy cultivation go wrong, at least he's doing this for me."

Ji Wenchuan agreed and was about to end the call.

Yuan Muyu wasn't stupid: "Wait a minute."

Ji Wenchuan asked cautiously, "Does King Yama have any further instructions?"

Yuan Muyu said, "If Lu Xingzhou goes to the Ice Prison Sect alone, will Ling Qixuan just spill everything like beans from a bamboo tube? No matter how smart he is, he can't do that. Who's helping him? You?"

Ji Wenchuan didn't expect that he couldn't get away with it, so he had to say, "He found someone to impersonate Yama, and now outsiders misunderstand that Yama is still keeping the judge as his mistress."

"That's not wrong... wait a minute." Yuan Muyu's voice suddenly rose: "Who can impersonate me?"

Ji Wenchuan remained silent.

Yuan Muyu, recalling what had happened, immediately realized: "Ye Tinglan! You shameless!"

Ji Wenchuan's call was disconnected.

Ye Tinglan's jade talisman vibrated.

Ye Tinglan glanced at it with her divine sense and immediately rejected it. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Dong Chengbi and the others scattered in the conference room. Passersby outside Miaoyin Mountain felt another earthquake; it seemed like earthquakes were frequent around this mountain lately…

"What's wrong?" In the courtyard of the inn, Lu Xingzhou held Ye Tinglan in his arms, feeling that she had just been smiling. "What's making you so happy all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, just remembered something happy." Ye Tinglan said with a smile, "Have you thought about how to resolve the aftermath of the Ice Prison Sect's problems?"

"For now, we can only wait for Ji Wenchuan's reply," Lu Xingzhou said. "What you need to do now is send some people with excellent stealth skills to keep an eye on the Ice Prison Sect."

"Okay." Ye Tinglan informed Su Yuan, and the two looked at each other and suddenly fell silent.

I had something important to do when I got back to the guest house, but Yuan Muyu interrupted me at the right time.

Healing Lu Xingzhou's injuries... The two of them had only just sat down on the edge of the bed.

It's clear that Yuan Muyu is indeed a top-tier character; his perception of heaven and man is quite accurate, and the timing of his interruption is very precise.

Unfortunately, this didn't last. Once things quieted down, the two of them would gradually start to exchange glances, their eyes sparkling.

Ye Tinglan's feelings were quite complicated at this moment. On the one hand, she greatly admired the young man's ability in many incidents, and became more and more aroused with him. On the other hand, she felt that she had done something wrong just now and was a little guilty, so much so that her usual desire to take the lead and "be the one playing with the little puppy" was greatly diminished.

Otherwise, she would have taken the initiative to kiss him long ago, what's wrong with playing around... But now she was actually a little guilty and weak, watching helplessly as Lu Xingzhou came over and kissed her red lips.

Then, following Lu Xingzhou's push, she slowly fell down, letting him cover her body and kiss her freely, and even closed her eyes in cooperation.

He had worked so hard and devoted himself to this project, only to have it all go wrong because of his own mistakes, particularly those concerning his young apprentice. It seemed only right that he should be punished.

If my apprentice hadn't been watching, I would have just gotten spanked...

Unfortunately, my apprentice was there at the time, so it didn't work.

There's no one around now.

Lu Xingzhou could easily see through the man's subtle emotions, and his large hand unceremoniously caressed the rounded breasts.

Ye Tinglan's cherry lips were being kissed, and she let out a muffled groan, which sounded incredibly charming.

Lu Xingzhou kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Want to sit on my hand again?"

"...Qingli was there back then, and you didn't even give me any face..."

"My hand still hurts, what should I do..."

"I've let you touch me..."

Hearing the rare coquettish tone in her husband's voice, Lu Xingzhou chuckled, lifted her long skirt with his large hand, and tried to stroke her calf.

Ye Tinglan bit her lower lip, offering no objection, giving off an air of "If your hand hurts, I'll compensate you."

Lu Xingzhou grew bolder and stroked upwards, soon touching her rounded thighs.

Ye Tinglan trembled all over, finally unable to hold back this time, and reached out to stop his exploration: "Do you need to do this to heal your wounds?"

"This isn't healing, this is collecting a debt." The hand didn't even touch her leg, quickly moving to her buttocks and slapping it: "Do you want me to wipe your butt too?"

Ye Tinglan's face flushed red, her eyes filled with seductive allure: "Yes."

Lu Xingzhou: “?”

Ye Tinglan gritted her teeth and wrapped her arms around his neck: "You're healing, why are you asking so many questions? It's not cute at all."

Lu Xingzhou: “…”

They gained the initiative, but before they could even finish a cup of tea, it was suppressed again.

But she seemed to accept that her hands could stay there as long as they weren't moved too much or disturbed her.

Lu Xingzhou suddenly remembered that he had been told there would be a reward before he left home. He was so dizzy from all the swaying back then that he wondered if it still counted.

He tried kissing down from the neck, quickly reaching the shoulders, and then the undulating hills.

Ye Tinglan's breathing became more rapid, as if she too had remembered the "promise" she made before leaving. But she hadn't said anything back then...

Can it be counted?

Before he could figure it out, his other hand had already pulled his clothes down to his shoulders, revealing his fair, white shoulders and the deep valley below.

Then he almost impatiently buried his head in it.

Ye Tinglan hadn't even figured out whether to give him the reward, but he'd already taken it himself. Ye Tinglan cursed him inwardly, but didn't refuse. Instead, he reached out and pressed down on his head, suffocating him: "Don't move. That's all you can do. No more."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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