Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 273 (Currently requesting monthly votes)
Lu Xingzhou is now very fortunate that he has already reached the upper level of the fourth rank and is about to break through to the third rank.

Because they can hold their breath for a long time, they can endure being suffocated for as long as they want.

This face wash is so good it'll make you sick of it for a lifetime. What does "soft and sweet" even mean?
Besides, you can also hold the full moon in your hands, a double enjoyment.

Lu Xingzhou simply wanted to fall asleep right there and die, not wanting to move an inch.

Unfortunately, Ye Tinglan couldn't withstand the constant washing of her face with milk. She could feel it herself, and her breathing became heavy. In the end, she cupped Lu Xingzhou's face in her hands and lifted it up, saying, "Are you done yet? Are you going to fall asleep if I don't say anything?"

Lu Xingzhou muttered, "I want more..."

"Shameless! Have you forgotten you need to heal your wounds?"

Lu Xingzhou reluctantly moved up a little, wanting to kiss her to heal her wounds.

Ye Tinglan's communication jade talisman vibrated again. She glanced at it and saw it was Yuan Muyu again. Ye Tinglan rejected the call once more.

She was just about to kiss her little man when no one had the patience to deal with her.

The man kissed her, and at the same time, the jade talisman stubbornly shook.

Thinking that since telepathic communication doesn't require a mouth, Ye Tinglan kissed the man while still impatiently connecting telepathically: "What are you doing? Aren't you annoying?"

Yuan Muyu had a strange feeling of returning to many years ago, except that those seven words were what she often said to her older sister during her rebellious phase, and now the boomerang had left her with a head full of bumps.

This includes all sorts of rejections...

Yuan Muyu retorted angrily, "Why are you asking me? What do you mean by impersonating me?"

"What do you mean? You idiot, you were used. As your older sister, I cleaned up your mess and made sure you understood the details. I haven't even asked you to thank me yet, and you're already interrogating me? If you're so capable, go and spread the word. Isn't that you?"

Yuan Muyu choked for a moment: "You know that's not what I'm asking!"

"What is that? Tell me, how am I supposed to know if you don't tell me? Hmm~"

Yuan Muyu: "?"

what sound?
That doesn't seem to be divine thought; it's Ye Tinglan's throat making a sound.
What circumstances would cause the throat to make this sound?

At this moment, Ye Tinglan opened her eyes and looked at Lu Xingzhou with a hint of resentment.

Lu Xingzhou clearly sensed that her mind was distracted by something else, so his right hand, which had been covering the full moon, moved and squeezed it. This made her subconsciously hum, but her mouth was being kissed so she couldn't make a sound, so it became the kind of sound that came from her throat.

Yuan Muyu's furious divine sense continued to echo through her soul sea: "Ye Tinglan! What was that sound you just made!"

Ye Tinglan was originally going to blame Lu Xingzhou, but her sister's shouting made her rebellious. What business is it of yours what I say? I haven't even complained about you disturbing my good time yet, and you're making such a loud noise.

She simply stopped answering and deliberately intensified her lip and tongue movements, making loud smacking sounds as she kissed him.

Yuan Muyu: "???"

What was that sound?
"Ye Tinglan! Did you hear me?!" Yuan Muyu was so angry that she couldn't even use her divine sense anymore and shouted out loud.

Lu Xingzhou paused, as if he heard the sound of fish.
So this gentleman was actually talking to a fish?

For a moment, she didn't know what thoughts came to mind, but she simply took her hands out from under her skirt and tore open Ye Tinglan's clothes.

Ye Tinglan was about to reply when she was stunned by the tug: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Muyu: "You're still asking me! I'm asking you!"

Ye Tinglan: "...Go away, I'm not talking to you."

"Then who are you talking to?"

"It's not your fault... um~ ha... be gentle..."

Yuan Muyu: ""

Ye Tinglan looked resentfully at the little man buried in her chest; he had even started biting her…

While Yuan Muyu was on the phone, he didn't know how to stop her, and he also had a hint of malice in his heart. So what if he let Yuan Muyu listen?
She gritted her teeth, deciding not to stop the young wolf-dog. Her tense body softened, and she leisurely responded with her divine sense: "What, do you have any objections to me having my disciple serve you?"

Yuan Muyu angrily asked, "Who is your disciple?"

"What's it to you? Are you coming back to be my senior apprentice?"

"Ye Tinglan! Is it Lu Xingzhou?!"

"you guess?"

"You!" Yuan Muyu was furious, but then she suddenly realized something was wrong and abruptly stopped speaking.

Leaving aside whether Lu Xingzhou will look for a meal replacement, let's assume he might, since his sister looks like him.

But who is Ye Tinglan? She has been the number one in the world for so many years and has controlled the Tianyao Holy Land for so many years. She is a figure who can shake the earth with a stomp of her foot in both the human and demon races. Would she casually give herself to a man with low cultivation?
Yuan Muyu knew perfectly well how much her older sister was putting on an act, how many shackles she had placed on herself, and how even when her younger sister ran away, she couldn't shake off the shame of being the Holy Master of Tianyao, keeping a straight face like an old nun. Would such a person really be involved with a man and making lewd noises for her to hear during this short "Southward Journey to Tianshuang" trip?
is it possible?

There's only one truth! Ye Tinglan did it on purpose, wanting to anger him so he'd come knocking on her door, then she'd lay a trap and drag him back.

Yuan Muyu's anger subsided immediately, and she sneered, "All your scheming was useless. You helped me gather information on the Ice Demon for nothing, thank you, dear sister~"

Ye Tinglan: "?"

No, what has this silly little sister imagined again?

Lu Xingzhou was already munching on cherries, and Ye Tinglan really couldn't concentrate. She said weakly and coquettishly, "Whatever you want."

Yuan Muyu wanted to mock her for pretending, but the call had already been cut off.

Yuan Muyu was no longer angry. He leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment before calling a subordinate inside: "Have someone contact the Joyful Union Sect and tell them that I wish to see the Mysterious Maiden." "Yes."

Ye Tinglan grabbed Lu Xingzhou's ear and asked, "Have you had enough?"

Lu Xingzhou blinked innocently: "Madam didn't object just now."

"I was distracted! You took advantage of me!"

"Is that so..." Lu Xingzhou didn't expose her, saying that a dignified Super Rank would hardly be able to concentrate on a conversation, and that she was clearly deliberately trying to annoy Yuan Muyu, and that he was just playing along.

Now that he's calmed down, he threw the tool boat over the wall.

Of course, we can use more of these annoying methods.

Ye Tinglan glared at the scoundrel, her legs unconsciously pressing closer together. This time, the price of the fried fish was rather high; she didn't know how going deeper with a man could lead to so many complications. The feeling was uncontrollable, strange yet comfortable, inexplicably becoming sticky…

Just an hour ago, he was talking to his apprentice about nothing more than normal friendly banter, nothing more... But now?

It almost ended up somewhere.

Ye Tinglan dared not linger any longer, decisively stood up, straightened her clothes, and glared fiercely at Lu Xingzhou: "I'm going back to my room today, you can go and heal your injuries by yourself!"

After saying that, he hurriedly went out to the next room, asked the innkeeper for a bucket of hot water, and went inside.

Soaking in the bucket of water, watching the steam rise, Ye Tinglan's eyes gradually became misty, and she remained motionless for a long time.

Lu Xingzhou lay sprawled out on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

Both of them were sleepless that night.

The most interesting thing is that even though they all know in their hearts that the other person is probably sleepless, no one dares to take the initiative to approach the other person or even say a word. They all just watch as dawn breaks and the sunlight shines on the frost-covered sky.

…………

After a long night of flying, Dugu Qingli finally arrived in Xiazhou.

The first thing you see is Shen Tang and A Nuo seeing a young man off down the mountain. The man receives a lot of gifts and bids farewell with a smile.

Dugu Qingli immediately knew that it must be Ji Wenchuan, otherwise other guests would not have asked Anuo to escort them down the mountain.

It turns out that if we had arrived even a moment later, Ji Wenchuan would have already left.

Dugu Qingli quickly stopped the sword flash: "Mr. Ji, please wait."

Ji Wenchuan leaned back, a hint of surprise in his expression: "Innate Ice Soul Sword Body... Little girl, who are you?"

Anu ran up to Dugu Qingli and nuzzled against her chest, saying, "Sister Qingli, I missed you!"

Ji Wenchuan: "..."

Dugu Qingli awkwardly picked up Anuo and said to Ji Wenchuan, "Lu Xingzhou asked me to come and find Mr. Ji, saying that he asked Mr. Ji to give the Yin Corpse Sect a message so that they would cooperate with Lu Xingzhou."

Ji Wenchuan said, "I've finished sending them."

Dugu Qingli: "?"

Ji Wenchuan said, "It was personally ordered by King Yama."

Dugu Qingli had no expression on his face.

So what was the purpose of my long, arduous journey through the night?
Is it just to make room for the adulterous couple?
She looked at Anuo in her arms and suddenly realized that it would be perfect if they sat at the same table.

Ji Wenchuan smiled and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now. I'd like to take this bone dragon to Elder Yinfeng for him to study."

Shen Tang said politely, "Mr. Ji, please take care."

Ji Wenchuan looked at Shen Tang, then at Dugu Qingli, his expression finally showing a strange sense of bewilderment. He didn't dare to ask any more questions, and directly summoned the bone dragon and rode away.

Dugu Qingli stood there awkwardly, holding Anuo, exchanging glances with Shen Tang, unsure whether to say: Sister, my master is stealing your husband... Oh no, she's using the title of her martial uncle now.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he asked Ah Nuo, who was in his arms, "Ah Nuo, do you miss your master? Shall I take you back to find your master?"

Ah Nuo was overjoyed: "I want to!"

"Huh." Shen Tang tilted her head and tapped Dugu Qingli's shoulder. "Qingli, it's been so long since we last met, and you didn't even say hello. Are you hiding something?"

"How dare you slander me so casually?" Dugu Qingli retorted, "It's because of a few questions you asked me when we parted that made me lose face and I didn't know how to talk to you!"

"Is that so?" Shen Tang stroked his chin. "Is it just because you can't save face? Or is it really because of something ghostly about that matter?"

"No, no, how can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air!"

Shen Tang chuckled: "So it's what you told me before, that when I asked you about relationships, you wouldn't ever have that day?"

Dugu Qingli paused, a memory she had almost forgotten suddenly flashing through her mind. She seemed to have had a conversation with Shen Tang like this a long time ago:

“I will never have that day. My cultivation is unique, and I am naturally indifferent to emotions. Besides, my master has been alone all his life, and I will only follow his example.”

"So your master is looking for a man?"

"That's something that will never happen."

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.

P.S.: Let's go for the monthly tickets!
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