Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

In the dead of night, the white, cool moon washed over the earth. In the sparsely populated area, the man pounced on the woman and pinned her to the ground. Chu Mingkong's hands reached from his master's fair neck to the back of her head, cushioning it so that the ground wouldn't hurt her head.

When their eyes met, Chu Mingkong felt that Zuo Qiuchi's eyelashes could almost touch hers; they were really long and beautiful.

"Isn't it appropriate for a master and disciple to kiss?"

"?"

Zuo Qiuchi was taken aback by his question at first. This guy always managed to make some outrageous things sound perfectly reasonable. But once he realized that it was him who said those words, he wasn't surprised anymore.

If I say no...

She wanted to say no, but before she could utter the last word, Chu Mingkong silenced her with a kiss. Their previous kisses had all felt like playful banter, a teasing, dog-eat-dog dynamic beneath the surface of their intimate interactions. Even when they stuck out their tongues and tasted each other, the feeling was as if they'd done something outrageous, yet also as if they hadn't—just a normal little squabble.

But this time, abandoning his usual playful attitude, Chu Mingkong showed a serious attitude from the beginning. Zuo Qiuchi's mindset was different because of him. No matter how many similar kisses they had tried, the touch of lips and the exploration of tongues at this moment felt different.

A tingling, numb sensation, like an electric current coursing through her skin, or like a feather gently caressing a sensitive spot, brought a comfortable, pleasant tingling. As Zuo Qiuchi drifted off into a daze, Chu Mingkong seemed to change his mind, pulling a hand from behind her head and pressing the warmth of his palm onto another part of her skin, warm and firm.

"You still dared to kiss me even after I said no?!" Zuo Qiuchi glared, trying to regain some control.

The man's lips moved from the corner of her mouth to her chin, then slid down her neck. The woman's breathing became rapid and disordered. Chu Mingkong said:

"I asked you if it was going too far, and all I heard you say was 'no,' so I said it wasn't going too far, and then I kissed you... So, can you stay by my side from now on?"

Zuo Qiuchi looked at the sky, thinking that the situation was beyond control. She was doomed; she had originally intended to help someone bring their fiancé home, but she had inadvertently ended up having sex with someone else's fiancé...

Chu Mingkong's head had already left her neck, and his hot breath from his nostrils assaulted the skin on her chest, warm and damp.

Then comes the experience of tasting the grapes with your teeth.

It's like that scene: the fragrance of powder and sweat dampening the strings of a zither, the gentle warmth of spring like melting rain. After the bath, her lover caresses her, and her spirit is cool and refreshed, like purple grapes.

Seeing that he couldn't stop this guy anymore, Zuo Qiuchi looked down at Chu Mingkong, who was doing something only a baby would do, gently tugged at his ear, and then put his hand on the back of Chu Mingkong's head.

"After you finish dealing with things here, Mingkong, you'll have to come with me to the north."

"Is it something very important?"

Chu Mingkong shifted his gaze from the large peak and small, white, round mound, back to the state of eye contact with Zuo Qiuchi.

“If I brought this up at this time, how could it be unimportant?” Zuo Qiuchi asked him in return.

A beautiful woman's ears always have a unique charm. Chu Mingkong's fingers gently played with his master's crystal-clear earlobe, soft and red, revealing the turmoil in Zuo Qiuchi's heart at this moment. He didn't ask any further questions; after all, he had never asked Zuo Qiuchi about things he didn't want to talk about, he just agreed.

"Okay, as long as you don't leave!"

Hearing the man's answer, the pressure on Zuo Qiuchi eased, but after a short while, Chu Mingkong's weight returned to her. This time, Zuo Qiuchi's long, beautiful legs were still on Chu Mingkong's shoulders as he pressed back to continue savoring the touch of his master's lips.

Zuo Qiuchi realized that his knees could touch his shoulders like that.

A scorching spear stood poised before the Jade Gate Pass, lingering uncertainly before the Jade Pot Gate.

Is it really going to come to this...? Zuo Qiuchi thought to herself, her mind in a whirl, but she couldn't quite sort out the thoughts of rejection.

Chu Mingkong's burning emotions reached Zuo Qiuchi's heart, making her feel hot, and her heart was filled with nervous sweat.

This white, jade-like nectar is infused with many complex emotions, making it exceptionally sticky.

Zuo Qiuchi waited for a long time, but Chu Mingkong never said "take Huanglong to the bottom." He just pressed her legs together and rubbed against the soft flesh of her tight jade gate.

"..."

Seeing how determined he was to become this rebellious disciple, Zuo Qiuchi thought Chu Mingkong was really going to be domineering and reckless. But in the end, he was still cautious. Since she didn't say he could come in, he only dared to linger at the door and didn't dare to force his way in.

This made Zuo Qiuchi realize, despite the differences tonight, that Chu Mingkong was still the same Chu Mingkong, paying extra attention to the smallest details.

But it seems tonight is indeed not the right time. The original excuse for coming out was just to relax, but now it's almost dawn, and it's impossible to continue. Where there are inns, people will be out and about before dawn. Xiao Yunhan and the others in the room should be starting to get suspicious.

"It's dawn. We've had enough of this, it's time to go back."

"I'm a little... unable to get it right. Can Master help me?" Chu Mingkong said with difficulty.

He had been struggling with his willpower, and several times he almost slipped in, but without hearing Zuo Qiuchi's personal consent, he still dared not venture into the heart of the territory.

Zuo Qiuchi gritted his teeth, trying to get her to feel something, but he couldn't wait for anything to continue. He was the only one who was satisfied, and it was already dawn when he had to stop.

"Stand up and quickly find some clothes to wear!" Zuo Qiuchi scolded, taking out a veil and putting it on herself.

Then, as Chu Mingkong was getting dressed, his heart suddenly started racing.

Through the veil, Chu Mingkong saw himself slowly sinking into the swallowing and spitting.

......

[System Treasure has arrived, 5000 points of corrupted filial piety.]

......

Chu Mingkong and Zuo Qiuchi returned to their room, where Xiao Yunhan and Feng Ying had already gotten up and were sitting at the table drinking tea, waiting to leave.

The two men's gazes met in a surprising unison, ignoring Zuo Qiuchi and looking at Chu Mingkong with puzzlement.

"You really did run into Zuo Qiuchi; it's been half a month since we last met." Feng Ying took a sip of tea, seemingly quite displeased.

Zuo Qiuchi was confused and went over to pour himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat: "What do you mean by half a month? What does that have to do with me?"

Xiao Yunhan stared at Chu Mingkong and asked, "Why did you suddenly change back?"

Chu Mingkong didn't want to recall the time he shrank, and he couldn't understand why he was able to walk around naked so openly...

"When the time is right and people are mature, they will naturally come back."

Xiao Yunhan asked again calmly:

Is there any way to change it back?

Chu Mingkong: "..."

Chapter 179 Corruption of Martial Muscles

Tianya City, Qingxin Mansion.

Qingxin Mansion was the residence of the Princess Consort of Chu, where she lived for a long time after the Xiling Incident. Qingxin Mansion was named after a spring called Qingxin Spring within its grounds.

This spring is clear and cold, and its source is directly below, where the spiritual spring flows forth naturally. It is a grotto that all cultivators dream of.

Princess Chu sat by the Qingxin Spring, her plump, snow-white, fleshy legs dipped into the clear spring water.

The crystal-clear spring water revealed the pebbles at the bottom of the pool, and the shimmering surface reflected the proud bosom of the Queen Consort of Chu. Under the restraint of her bodice, it looked as if she were holding a small container full of white jade dumplings.

The mature and beautiful princess put down the official documents in her hand, suddenly stood up, and her full breasts, encased in a strapless bra, swayed, almost shaking off the bra.

As Xiao Yunhan's biological mother, Princess Chu inherited a great deal of beauty from her, from her face to her figure. Princess Chu herself was no less beautiful than her daughter.

The saying "time cannot diminish beauty" refers to this kind of woman.

Suddenly, a servant knelt down behind the curtain of the private room and reported information to the Princess of Chu:

"Your Highness, Elder Renji of Baicao Valley has finished diagnosing the young master."

The Queen Consort of Chu channeled her spiritual energy into her palm, silencing the tinkling sound of the Clear Heart Spring. All other sounds disappeared, leaving only the rustling of the beaded curtain in the breeze.

"Tell me, how is Feng Nan doing?" Her voice was calm yet authoritative, but one could sense the pressure stemming from her concern and anxiety.

"Elder Renji said that there is a rotten tendon in the young master's left hand, which is the reason for the young master's recent discomfort."

"Martial tendon corruption?!"

Princess Chu was alarmed and suspicious. Could it be that someone wanted to harm her son? Otherwise, why would such a thing happen out of the blue?

She angrily stepped out of the pool, her delicate pink toes splashing up a few drops of spring water, the water droplets on her feet freezing into a pair of shoes.

"Martial tendons" is a rather general term. In general, it is believed that one's innate tendons and bones determine the upper limit of one's martial arts ability. People with strong tendons and bones all over their bodies are naturally better at practicing weapons and martial arts than others. The most classic representative of the younger generation in Xiling is Chu Mingkong, whose reputation was earned in military competitions when he was a child.

Chu Fengnan possesses exceptionally high talent in spiritual cultivation, deserving the description of a prodigy. However, he has a weakness in martial arts cultivation: his left hand is considered weak by martial arts masters. But this has little impact; he can simply switch hands to wield his weapon, it's negligible.

Xiao Yunhan's left hand is also weak, but this does not hinder her skill in swordsmanship.

Moreover, Chu Fengnan's weak tendons are only relatively weak compared to his right hand; they are still much stronger than those of an average person. It would be difficult for him to injure his tendons with excessive training. Therefore, the corruption of his tendons could not have happened naturally!

Princess Chu initially thought Chu Fengnan's discomfort was simply due to overexertion during recent training, but she never imagined it would be so serious.

And it happened at this critical juncture.

"Elder Renji hasn't left yet, has he? Tell Elder Renji to stay. I want to ask him about this myself."

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Chu Mingkong, Zuo Qiuchi, and the others set off after dawn, taking turns using their swords, and arrived at Tianya City that afternoon.

With the grand event about to take place in Tianya City, people flocked there to join in the fun and do business, and inns and hotels were already full a month or two ago.

It was Chu Mingkong's mistake not to solve the problem of where to stay, but he couldn't be blamed. Even Xiao Yunhan, a local of Xiling, didn't expect so many people to come this time.

It's estimated that many people sensed something was off this year and flocked to watch the show. Human beings, besides being repeaters, are also entertainers and gossip machines.

Chu Mingkong visited five or six inns of varying sizes, but was told that all of them were full.

"There are just too many people..." Chu Mingkong had a headache. There were quite a few people like him, and many travelers were troubled by the problem of accommodation.

The shop owners got impatient with all the questions, so they simply put up a sign at the entrance that said "Fully booked, no rooms available."

There are also many who don't care about accommodation. Those practitioners who don't care about food and drink can simply find a place by the river to meditate.

But Chu Mingkong couldn't be so slick; he had girls with him. He couldn't very well have Zuo Qiuchi and the others meditate with him under the bridge on the street, could he?

Looking at those people meditating in place overnight, Zuo Qiuchi worried that he might become one of them, and said dejectedly:

"No, we have the heir apparent and the eldest princess of Xiling, how could we have fallen to this state? I won't even mention Mingkong, who is so annoying, but Yunhan, don't you have any influence or anything of your own? Just find an official you know and borrow a room to sleep in."

Chu Mingkong felt ashamed. Xiao Yunhan gave her a disdainful look and explained:

"I'm acting covertly. If I go to see officials, wouldn't that be telling everyone I'm back?"

Xiao Yunhan's relationships are inseparable from the Xiao family and the Chu royal family. Contacting either side would be tantamount to telling the Chu princess that her daughter has secretly returned.

Zuo Qiuchi tacitly agreed, finding it reasonable, and then added:

"Yunhan, you must have a residence here, right?"

"Yes, but my mother has moved in. She needs the Qingxin Spring, so it's difficult for us to move in quietly."

Chu Mingkong found a place to sit down, touched his armor, and felt incredibly safe. He subtly extended an invitation to join him in slacking off:

"Why don't you buy a set of armor and use it as a sleeping bag cover? It'll be fine."