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

Even Feng Ying, who hadn't participated much in the discussion, joined Xiao Yunhan's camp and rebuked her:

"I could have had another two weeks of fun, but after meeting you, even discounts were a luxury. They were gone as soon as we met!"

Zuo Qiuchi remained silent. On any other topic, she would have already retorted, but this was truly embarrassing, and even now, thinking about it made her throat feel sticky. She redirected her hatred back at Chu Mingkong.

"Hurry up, change back!"

Chu Mingkong: "...I'll keep an eye out for any bald guys these next few days. I'll try to get them to do my makeup again."

Upon hearing that there was indeed a solution, Xiao Yunhan turned to Feng Ying and discussed it:

"Don't rush to investigate the Xiao family. First, find a way to make Mingkong minimize his presence to avoid attracting attention. Investigate whether there are any Buddhist forces in Tianya City and see if they can help Mingkong disguise himself."

You lot, if you want me to shrink, just say so! Why do you have to call it "shrinking the target"...

Chu Mingkong and the others drank tea until their mouths felt bland. They figured that Qingxin Prefecture had received the letter and was almost ready, so they sneaked into their own home in a group.

The world is going to the dogs, and life is unpredictable.

Normally, Chu Mingkong thought that as the heir who had been a hostage for so long, not to mention that he had found Fengying a few days ago with his bare bottom exposed, he should at least have a sense of the grandeur of a hero's return to his old lair after a long absence.

Men will cry when they hear this, and young women will shed tears...

No, it's more like "men are silent, women are in tears," or something like that.

Now, even finding a place to stay feels like he's stealing, and the woman next to him complains that he's too big and wants him to be smaller...

Chapter 182 Throwing a Meat Bun at a Dog

The infiltration work didn't take too much effort. As long as the servants at Qingxin Mansion kept their distance from Xiao Yunhan's courtyard, it would be difficult to detect that they had moved into the courtyard.

Chu Mingkong and Feng Ying worked together to set up a barrier around the area to prevent any servants from accidentally wandering in.

"With Mother's orders and the barrier providing these two safeguards, the problem of where to settle down is completely solved!" Chu Mingkong said with relief.

"So now you want me to investigate the Xiao family, or some other force? You don't really want me to investigate Buddhist conversion spells, do you?"

Although Xiao Yunhan said that to Fengying at the time, Fengying definitely prioritized Chu Mingkong's opinion. Moreover, she didn't think there was any need to investigate the Buddhist forces. If they really came to Tianya City, they certainly wouldn't remain silent; they would cause trouble sooner or later. If there was no trouble, it meant they definitely hadn't come.

This is the typical behavior of Buddhist sects in recent years; they are very utilitarian in their actions, and wherever they go, they are sure to be involved.

Chu Mingkong waved his hand, saying that such things as conversion spells could be purchased directly from the Filial Piety Mall, and that it might be much safer to convert oneself directly. If they were to seek help from Buddhist practitioners, and they happened to have some secret techniques, then they would be digging their own grave.

"Fengying, could you please investigate the Xiao family for me? The Xiao family has its own mansions and numerous properties in Tianya City. With my mother's connections, I suspect there might be people in the army who have been secretly recruited into the Xiao family. I'll have to trouble you to investigate all of this." Chu Mingkong scratched his head. "As for what Yunhan said, you don't need to worry about it. She was just saying it casually. If she really has any objections, I'll figure something out myself."

Fengying looked at him in surprise, which aroused some of her anticipation:

"Can you really find a way to shrink again?"

No, do you guys really have some weird fetish? My muscular physique is great, why are you all staring at my baby body?

"Tell me, Fengying, when did you become like this?" Chu Mingkong was heartbroken, grieving that his girl had taken on such a bad habit.

Feng Ying reached out and cupped his cheeks, her graceful body pressing forward, placing Chu Mingkong in the clear spring. Chu Mingkong wanted to lean in and kiss her, but the jade hands cupping his cheeks exerted some force, preventing him from kissing her. Her fair, slender fingers were pressed against Chu Mingkong's lips, and he didn't mind being bitten.

She was still chatting with Chu Mingkong and didn't want anything to interrupt her, so Feng Ying continued the conversation, asking in return:

"Isn't it normal for people to like small, cute creatures? Even a rough old man like you, Mingkong, would feel affection for a kitten or rabbit with exceptionally good looks."

Chu Mingkong hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said:

"I mainly look at the quality of the meat. The spicy rabbit head is pretty good. I'll make it for you next time. I think these little animals look cuter when they're being eaten."

"..." Feng Ying was speechless at his thoughts, but in a way they were right. She tapped Chu Mingkong's nose with a hint of annoyance: "You're right, little Mingkong is cute even when he's being eaten~"

"I don't really understand what's cute about it."

"He never wears pants, and when he walks with big strides he wobbles. If you touch him even slightly, his legs will stick out high. Isn't that honest and cute?"

Looking at the faint smile on Feng Ying's face, Chu Mingkong could no longer tell whether it was teasing or joking. His feelings were complicated, but he had gotten used to being teased all along.

He righteously and sternly rebuked:

"I'm still a child, what kind of wicked thoughts are you having about me!"

Seeing him feign seriousness, Feng Ying's expression changed swiftly. A fierce, biting lip appeared on her beautiful, delicate face, perfectly natural from her eyes to every detail of her facial muscles. Chu Mingkong knew she was faking it, but his heart still tightened.

"You still haven't found my daughter, and you're still the prime suspect and the one who committed this evil deed. Does that mean my daughter isn't a child?"

Chu Mingkong remembered Feng Ying's situation, but it was so absurd that he had no time to help Feng Ying find intelligence channels. In this respect, Chu Mingkong felt he probably lacked the qualifications to be a leader or boss.

Looking back at countless self-made leaders of the past, weren't they all shameless masters of making empty promises? They would make grand promises with a sanctimonious facade, achieve success in their businesses, and then turn around and discard their employees without a shred of remorse.

Fengying said this in a flirtatious manner, seemingly as a joke, but it was also meant to remind him. However, Fengying could tell what kind of person Chu Mingkong was from his self-blame and guilt over his willful and reckless behavior in his childhood.

He was barely satisfied, and Fengying didn't want to embarrass him because of this, so he lightly tapped him with the stick and immediately gave him candy in return.

She then "threatened":

"If you don't find your daughter and return her to me, you'll have to give yourself to me as payment for your debt. I want the younger one, not the older one. Take the older one, weigh her, and sell her as filling for meat buns!"

"Hmm? Could it be that there's a story about the shrewish Sun Erniang here too?" Chu Mingkong was suddenly reminded of the past.

In his previous life, he found the original text too dry, so he looked for a heavily modified version. Sun Erniang's figure was more in line with Chu Mingkong's taste.

With heavy makeup, exposed chest, voluptuous, bold, and seductive, charming yet menacing, the "human flesh bun shop" is arguably the most classic element of her character.

Feng Ying was confused. She had just casually mentioned the human flesh bun while talking about eating children. She hadn't heard any story about it, but she had heard Chu Mingkong tell her about the "Precious Chess Game" from Zuo Qiuchi. Regardless of where Chu Mingkong heard it from, she guessed that there must be some story behind it.

"Tell me your story. If it's as good as 'The Ingenious Chess Game,' I'll give you a meat bun!"

Feng Ying remained kneeling on Chu Mingkong's body. Suddenly, her black-stockinged thighs lifted up, cupping her two soft, white mounds of flesh in front of her, and sandwiching Chu Mingkong's face between them.

Chu Mingkong was stunned by the white expanse. He thought to himself that "Water Margin" has over a hundred chapters, so his meals for the foreseeable future are guaranteed!

However, they certainly can't just follow what was said. The power systems are different. In the eyes of these cultivators, simple mortal martial arts are like children playing house. They need to figure out how to integrate them.

Looks like I'll have to get on the bus first and then buy the meal ticket. It'll be a good opportunity to boost my filial piety quota for the Xun mission. Fengying will also be going out to investigate intelligence later. I'll run the "Mysterious Woman Scripture" and "Plain Woman Scripture" a few times to buff her... give her a buff.

"I'm very hungry right now. Can you take care of my food first, and then I'll tell you a story?"

Chu Mingkong rubbed his face against hers as if washing his face, kissing his way down to her neck. A woman's neck is a sensitive area, and with the right atmosphere, there's room for kissing.

"But what if you don't tell the story well?" Fengying was worried about being tricked.

Chu Mingkong was in a dilemma: "Then I'll have to go through the trouble of eating again and telling another story."

Chapter 183 Encountering a fellow traveler?

The most distinctive feature of Qingxin Mansion is Qingxin Spring. The architects used this spring as a focal point to transform the entire mansion into a grotto surrounded by spiritual springs. Spiritual spring water flows through every courtyard and every room.

The Qingxin Spring has a mysterious interplay of Yin and Yang, with its temperature constantly changing. When the spring is cold, it can clear the mind and relieve dryness, allowing one to concentrate and calm the spirit. When the spring is hot, it can warm and nourish the body from coldness. The benefits are numerous.

Chu Mingkong lay on the wide water channel of the Qingxin Spring. The spring was cold, and the coolness seeped from his skin to his mind. The purifying effect of the spiritual spring washed away the fluctuations of desire within Chu Mingkong's heart. Unfortunately, who was Chu Mingkong? With the blessing of the Abyss Injury, it was a miracle that his evil thoughts didn't pollute the Qingxin Spring.

As the cold spring water washed over his body, Chu Mingkong felt nothing more than the difference in temperature, which made the exotic beauty in his arms feel even hotter, and he held her even more tenderly.

“This spring water is actually a natural spiritual spring, with its own calming effect. I soaked my feet in this water for a while, and it seems that a lot of my emotions related to you have been washed away,” Feng Ying suddenly said.

Chu Mingkong thought she was joking, but after holding her fragrant shoulders and gazing at Feng Ying for a while, he found that Feng Ying's eyes were indeed much clearer and more lucid, and the previous infatuation and charm had faded considerably.

This doesn't seem like an act.

He smiled wryly and said, "Then don't suddenly lose interest, or I'll lose my temper."

"Soaking in the spiritual spring might calm you down?"

Feng Ying wrapped her arms around Chu Mingkong's neck and lay flat against him. Chu Mingkong felt as if a thin silk gauze was spread over him, or as if a snake was coiling around him.

The slippery snake slowly writhed. At first, it couldn't swallow such a large prey, but with each writh, it contracted and tightened, swallowing the enormous prey. The constantly tightening coils seemed to squeeze out the prey's life force, forcing it to reveal its secrets.

But this was a long process. Feng Ying's black silk-clad legs were soaking in the water, her calves bent, and her silk-stockinged feet secretly attacked Chu Mingkong.

"This spiritual spring is useless to me; my rank isn't high enough." Chu Mingkong shook his head. He pondered the current situation and asked curiously, "Feng Ying, what if you suddenly lost interest, became a sage, and didn't want to cultivate with me anymore, but I still forced you to cultivate? Would that count as forcing you?"

"You think you can force me? If I want to leave, what makes you think you can stop me?"

"I'll just shrink. You can stay or not, it's up to you. If you don't stay, I'll go find someone else to play with."

Feng Ying was amused by his words. To her, they meant, "If you leave, I'll go and let other women play with me." She couldn't believe he was threatening her like that.

"If you really shrink, even if I'm unwilling, I can still force myself... How's this pressure? Will it hurt if I press harder with my foot?"

"Either is fine, having a fully automated maid is really not bad!"

Feng Ying's skill of bending his leg and using the sole of his foot to handle walnuts is truly deadly. He handles them repeatedly, as if checking whether Chu Mingkong has secretly hoarded any grain. Every time he delivers grain, he has to deliver it until the granary is empty.

Unfortunately, the Clear Mind Spring still dampened his enthusiasm. Chu Mingkong could sense that Feng Ying's state had shifted from "enjoying herself" to "appreciating Chu Mingkong's reaction as she played with him." The Clear Mind Spring forcibly eliminated Feng Ying's inner excitement, truly turning it into pure cultivation.

The other person failed to get into the zone with him, and Chu Mingkong's mood gradually cooled down. This feeling was really strange... it was like what?

Fengying was wiping the gun barrel for him with a cup, seemingly oblivious to her own actions, but watching Chu Mingkong's reactions the whole time.

Chu Mingkong sighed inwardly, feeling proud of himself. He hadn't expected his self-control to be so strong; even the Qingxin Spring couldn't control him, yet he could calm down on his own.

However, it was only a matter of calming down mentally. In other words, a man has two heads, but Chu Mingkong only calmed down in one head, not the other.

He focused more attention on the operation of the "Mysterious Woman Classic" and the "Plain Woman Classic".

Fengying noticed his change in mood, bit his lip, and asked:

"What's wrong? Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?"

"You're very good, but the spring water is in the way. I originally wanted to have a romantic swim with you, but the water has ruined it... Never mind, I'll teach you some martial arts."

Feng Ying felt the changes in her body as two forces surged into her spiritual meridians, one for killing and the other for nourishing and healing. The effect was no less than the auxiliary spells cast by some sect elders!

"Could this be the 'Mysterious Maiden Scripture'? And what's the other one? How did you learn so many random techniques!"

"It's always better to be prepared."

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After Feng Ying set off, Chu Mingkong was also busy.

He hesitated for a moment about who to investigate. When the situation was unclear, it was enough to focus on investigating those seemingly suspicious cases.

The most bizarre thing right now is the corruption of Xiao Fengnan's martial arts tendons. It is said that his martial arts teacher was also killed. Now the Tianya City government is investigating the intelligence everywhere, trying to find out what happened.

Chu Mingkong actually suspected that it was a farce orchestrated by Xiao Fengnan and his group. His strength was not weak. Unless he encountered the situation where Chu Mingkong was surrounded and ambushed, and was also given a bonus of a giant firework with an extreme yin core, Xiao Fengnan was fully capable of knowing who had injured his hand.