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

"I suddenly feel that making you happy is a good thing. I want a kiss with water on it!"

Their noses touched, then slid across each other, finally resting on their cheeks. Some ferocious beasts have a habit of toying with their prey before tasting it, and Feng Ying's kiss was similar, starting with a tentative touch on Chu Mingkong's upper lip.

At first, they would just smack their lips and then separate. When Chu Mingkong leaned in, she would dart back a little, just managing to avoid his lips.

When Chu Mingkong looked at her in confusion, wanting to ask the reason, Feng Ying suddenly kissed him, skillfully prying open his mouth, and they entwined and intertwined reluctantly, as if they didn't even want to leave air for each other, letting their prey suffocate in their mouths and unable to escape.

When the reward for pleasing her was over, Feng Ying glanced at her bra that had fallen to the ground and Chu Mingkong's large hand that was holding her heart.

"I said my reward for you was a kiss, not that you could climb on top of me, right? Why is it that every time we kiss, your hands can't stay still and want to grab something?" Feng Ying seemed to be scolding, but she didn't mean to make Chu Mingkong take his hands away.

"It feels so empty, I need to find something to give it a real feel, and besides... I think it's best if neither of us says one of us is better!"

Feng Ying had one arm around Chu Mingkong's neck, and her other hand—Chu Mingkong glanced down and saw that her hand was already expertly holding something.

Ok,

He gripped the dagger by the handle and skillfully manipulated it back and forth.

Forget it, Chu Mingkong decided not to argue with her. Although Feng Ying had caught him red-handed, hadn't he also been holding her...heart in his own hands?

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you, Fengying. You know I'm a very inquisitive person," Chu Mingkong said earnestly.

"You kiss me, I'll suck you?"

"You asked me, and I really want to ask about something, but we don't need to stop what we're doing, it won't get in the way," Chu Mingkong stated clearly.

What he really wanted to ask was to learn from Feng Ying how she would respond to Shen Xuejun's words.

If you can't figure something out yourself, then seek help from outside the game. Find several answers, and you'll eventually find one that can verbally defeat and subdue Shen Xuejun.

After listening, Feng Ying carefully considered her answer to Chu Mingkong. She even stopped what she was doing and pinched Chu Mingkong's cheek to stop him from leaning over and sucking.

“Mingkong, you don’t need to answer her directly. This is not a debate about worldly knowledge. Sitting and talking about the Tao won’t work. Everyone has different views on spiritual practice, external things, and state of mind.”

It's like we're both killing people, but you and Zuo Qiuchi both prefer to finish quickly and decisively, in a rough and bold way, while I pursue a meticulous, deadly approach that breaks through the surface. So you don't need to teach me how to kill, and I don't need to listen to you teach me how to kill; arguing about this is pointless.

The same applies to other aspects. Isn't the head of the Wenqing Pavilion the same? She also views things through her own understanding. You're not a novice anymore, how can you ask such a question? Just follow your own pace.”

Chu Mingkong thought about it and realized it made sense. He had been being kissed by his master's wife so much that his brain wasn't working properly!

He was blinded by his own rage.

Chapter 235 The Ferocious Mask

Chu Mingkong wholeheartedly agreed. He had indeed been somewhat led into thinking by Shen Xuejun's ideas earlier. He hadn't completely fallen into it, probably because he already had his own understanding, though it wasn't clear.

The most likely way to shake this understanding is to defeat him head-on and use your strength to tell Chu Mingkong that his cultivation insights so far have been wrong. Only in this way can he make people deny themselves from the bottom of their hearts and then try to accept the other party.

"Luckily, I'm skilled enough, otherwise I would have been fooled! But there's definitely something there. If I kept thinking about it, I might actually want to go in."

But this is not something that can be accomplished overnight; it would be an understatement to say that water dripping on stone can wear it down. If Master's wife can really persuade him with her words and tongue, then Princess Ruyu and the entire Wenqing Pavilion will never have to worry about the antidote again in this lifetime!

It seems that I still can't really follow Shen Xuejun's thinking in the future; just verbally agreeing with her is enough.

If he were to argue with his master's wife about such profound truths, and eventually annoy her and make her think he was dull and unteachable, then Chu Mingkong would be at a disadvantage because he would never be able to argue with her again.

She was happy by giving perfunctory "yes, yes, yes," feeling that she had taught a disciple well. Chu Mingkong was also happy because he was indeed satisfied; it was a win-win situation.

Fengying patted his head, pulling him back from his reverie, and reminded him:

“You must listen carefully to Shen Xuejun’s words. You can treat them as something to think about over tea, but you must not take them to heart. Wenqing Pavilion is a very ancient sect. It has never grown very large, but it has never truly declined. Moreover, its stance has always been wavering between the righteous path and the demonic path. This wavering depends on which generation of pavilion master it is.”

"How to say?"

Chu Mingkong was starting to feel lazy, so he found a spot against the wall to sit down and held Feng Ying's beautiful body in his arms. With such a warm and soft body in his embrace, it was hard to concentrate on the lecture. He could only pull himself together and try to focus for a little while longer.

Fengying said:

"It's hard to explain the specific reasons to you. A sect that has been passed down for so many generations can't be explained in a single sentence. But I think the core is the philosophy of the Wenqing Pavilion: to examine one's own heart and how one should treat everything in the world. If the sect leader understands it differently, he will lead the entire sect down a different path."

Chu Mingkong thought for a moment and roughly understood what Feng Ying meant. He said:

"And they'll even set rules?"

"Yes, these rules are different from ordinary national laws and family rules. Mingkong, you grew up as a little prince in Xiling, so you should understand that from the past to the present, the laws and rules of any secular dynasty are made for others to abide by, but there are always people who can be above them. Rules like these are just toys."

However, the Wenqing Pavilion's attitude towards its own rules truly requires everyone to abide by them. This shows that the sect leader of the Wenqing Pavilion has a firm Dao heart. A person as easygoing as you should be as easygoing as Zuo Qiuchi. If you try to take things too seriously with someone like Shen Xuejun, you might fall into her trap.

"Well, is the Wenqing Pavilion, led by Shen Xuejun, now considered righteous or demonic?" Chu Mingkong asked.

"This is something that future generations can judge. We don't know the full picture yet, but as things stand, the Wenqing Pavilion's inclination is not obvious. Take the disciples of the Wenqing Pavilion for example. If the righteous and demonic factions are fighting, any disciple of the Wenqing Pavilion might help, depending on which side conforms to their rules. If the righteous path is at odds, then if a conflict really breaks out, they will beat up the righteous path, but that doesn't mean they are completely helping the demonic path."

Neutral chaos, right?

"I understand." Chu Mingkong nodded tentatively.

In the future, we must be more cautious in entrusting other sects with their ideals and should never take them lightly.

"That's about time. Find some time to say goodbye to Yunhan. She plans to go back with Shen Xuejun," Fengying reminded her.

Chu Mingkong had anticipated her departure, but he was still quite reluctant to see her go. It had been many years since they had gotten so close. Now that the matter of Xiling had been settled, it was understandable that she would return to her sect. Rather, it was more accurate to say that she shouldn't have been here in the first place.

Even that bear, Gundan, has left and returned to the demon race to become a comedic protector. However, Gundan left without saying goodbye because he accidentally left Xiling while looking for lemons. Since he had already gone far away, he simply returned to the demon race's territory.

Both their meeting and departure were abrupt, but knowing that Gundan was doing quite well was already a great joy. If there was a chance in the future, I would go to the demon race's territory to find Gundan and have some fun.

"Well, I'll say goodbye after I finish what I need to do."

After saying that, Chu Mingkong's hand traced the graceful curves of Feng Ying's body, wandering all the way to her black-stockinged ankles, where her two beautiful legs in stockings were draped over his shoulders.

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"Mother, are you leaving with my senior sister already? It's not easy to see you, and I wanted to spend more time with you."

Upon learning of her mother Shen Xuejun's itinerary, Princess Ruyu helped her pack her luggage. However, there wasn't much to pack. The traces of Shen Xuejun's life that she could leave behind were minimal, which could be contained in a small package. After that, she simply put the storage bracelet in and that was it.

Princess Ruyu walked back and forth, seemingly busy, but more so trying to keep her mother there a little longer. It was as if the longer she walked around and tidied up, the less likely Shen Xuejun would leave.

“It’s not like there’s no chance to get closer. You can come to the sect to find me and your senior sister yourself. However, Yunhan plans to go into seclusion after returning, so I’m afraid it will be difficult to meet you for a while after you come.”

Ru Yu sighed:

"That's the reason. Once you go into seclusion, you lose track of time and don't even have a concept of what day it is. I used to travel thousands of miles to find you, but Senior Sister Yunhan was traveling abroad and Mother was in seclusion, so I could only find other senior and junior sisters to have fun with. I stayed in your sect for almost half a year and was just about to leave when you came out of seclusion."

“If you only stay in seclusion for ten days or half a month, then it’s not really seclusion.” The beautiful woman said helplessly. She took out several white porcelain bottles and said, “Put them away. I asked Chu Mingkong for them for you. If you find them too sticky, you can dilute them yourself. There will always be times when things get so urgent that you have no choice but to drink them.”

Ru Yu looked at the bottles of medicine with great surprise. She shook them gently and found them full. She uncorked the bottles and smelled them. Sure enough, they had that strange smell. They didn't smell very good, but after smelling them a few more times, she would feel a subtle sense of unease.

Princess Ruyu was both smug and furious to see that her mother had obtained so many antidotes for her:

"That scoundrel Chu Mingkong, he wouldn't give it to me when I asked for it. I had to ask you, Mother, to get this much money from that miser. Mother, come with me to say goodbye in a bit. I want to see his embarrassed face!"

As she thought about it, Ru Yu became impatient. What could be more interesting than seeing someone embarrassed? Especially someone as stingy as Chu Mingkong, and maybe she could even ask him for some snacks.

As Princess Ruyu was tidying up, she found a hideous mask under her mother's bed. After examining it briefly, she helped her put it into her storage bracelet.

"All packed up!"

Chapter 236 Qingxin Mansion Gradually Becomes Quiet

"Huh? How did you turn back?"

Princess Ruyu approached Chu Mingkong, both puzzled and surprised. She circled around him, trying to figure out what the mystery was, whether it was an illusion or something. However, after patting his chest and finding it to be solid, she no longer doubted him.

"Haven't you seen me like this before? I looked like this the first time we met, didn't I?" Chu Mingkong felt helpless at Ru Yu's strange look, as if he was being treated like a monkey.

"The day you see a young woman who is a teenager today, becomes an old lady tomorrow, and then turns back into a teenager again, you'll know what that feels like."

As Ru Yu explained, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards a certain part of Chu Mingkong's body, and she hallucinated in her palm, as if she were grasping that strange object again. She shook this strange thought out of her mind, then took out a white bottle, shook it, and showed it off to Chu Mingkong, humming softly:

"Isn't it embarrassing? I asked you to give me some antidote. Although it was a bit of a forced sale, it's not like I'm not going to pay you. I have to ask my mother to intervene."

Chu Mingkong didn't know how to respond to her words. He watched her shake the small bottle, afraid that she would break it and make a mess on the ground. If that happened, he wouldn't just be embarrassed, he would just want to die.

Zuo Qiuchi asked curiously from the side:

"Princess, what kind of antidote is that? Why do we have to specifically ask Chu Mingkong for it? Is there some other treasure he's hiding? Uncork it so I can see."

Chu Mingkong panicked as soon as he heard this. If Princess Ruyu were to open the bottle, the smell would be exposed. Not to mention, right now, only his sister Xiao Yunhan probably doesn't know what the smell is, but Zuo Qiuchi and Feng Ying have eaten enough.

Fortunately, Princess Ruyu did not open the stopper. She put away the bottle, pointed at Chu Mingkong, and said to Zuo Qiuchi:

"Senior Zuo, I'm sorry, but this bottle has a seal to preserve the medicinal properties as much as possible. Removing the stopper would break the seal. I need to keep it for future use. You can ask Chu Mingkong, or ask my mother. My mother asked that stingy Chu Mingkong for it."

Chu Mingkong dared not let them continue asking what the antidote was. If Zuo Qiuchi or Xiao Yunhan became curious and inquired about the true nature of the antidote, and Shen Xuejun revealed it without any hesitation, his life would be in danger, and he might be killed on the spot by his sister.

"It's nothing rare, just an essence that can heal injuries and temporarily enhance combat power, for Lord Ruyu to use for self-defense when he encounters an attack by villains."

Ruyu realized that what he said wasn't entirely wrong; it did indeed have those effects. Afraid she might forget them later, she quickly said:

"Any more of those smooth, milky snacks? Give me a little more, and I won't hold your stinginess against you. From now on, when you visit me, I'll treat you to the best food and drinks."

Chu Mingkong was happy to see her steer the conversation elsewhere, so he quickly brought out a whole bunch of double-skin milk and other similar items for her, and talked at length about their flavors and the best way to eat them. He even made several portions for Zuo Qiuchi and the others. Once the topic had been explored further, the matter of the antidote had been forgotten by everyone in some unknown corner.

Chu Mingkong looked at his sister Xiao Yunhan and said:

"Yunhan, are you planning to return to your sect for seclusion?"

"Yes, do you want to come with me? If you do, you won't have to concern yourself with the affairs of the Tianji Empire anymore. The matters of Xiling have been arranged to the point that your mother will strip you of your title as heir apparent, and you won't need to go to the capital anymore."

"I still have things to take care of in the capital, so I have to go back. Yunhan, you don't need to worry too much about me. If it really comes to a head, I can just go and seek refuge with you and my master's wife. But I'm afraid that you'll all be in seclusion and no one in the sect knows me, so they'll keep me out."

Princess Ruyu patted her chest, making her breasts jiggle, and said cheerfully:

"Chu Mingkong, you were turned away at Wenqing Pavilion, so you can come find me. Just bring me some snacks."

Princess Ruyu is indeed interesting. No, all the princesses I've met so far are quite interesting. When Chu Mingkong first met Princess Ruyu, he thought she had the temperament of a fiery steed, since she was very tall. But it turns out she was just straightforward and would act coquettishly and dependent on people she knew well.

"Yes, yes." Chu Mingkong nodded repeatedly, thanking the princess for her kindness, and then continued to sigh to Xiao Yunhan, "It's not easy to meet, and we have to part ways so soon."

"I came here secretly, so I should go back. Besides, when we met at Xiaoxiang Qin Academy, weren't you trying to avoid me?"

Chu Mingkong grinned, recalling the awkwardness and embarrassment he felt at the time. He was worried that his attitude towards the Xiao family would put Xiao Yunhan in a difficult position, so he didn't dare to see her. In addition, he had just won the "Child Worshiping Buddha" spell at that time, so he felt a little awkward seeing her.

Who knew that her closeness to her boyish form would even stir up feelings in her master's wife, Shen Xuejun...

Look at his master's wife's cold attitude now. She used to help him get medicine. After Chu Mingkong bravely asked for help, she even held up her two full, milky-white breasts to help him squeeze out the medicine. But now that she sees him in his muscular form, she doesn't even look at him.

Xiao Yunhan and her group were about to set off. Chu Mingkong hugged Xiao Yunhan. Her body was warm and soft, and the faint coolness emanating from her spiritual energy made him feel as if he were holding a snow lotus. He hugged her slightly tighter, his chest pressed against Xiao Yunhan's plump breasts. This softness had a firm and full sense of pressure.