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

Consort Wan lay softly on the tea table, slowly raising her neck slightly. She stretched her jade-like neck towards Chu Mingkong by the table, grasped the teapot with both hands, and skillfully sipped her tea to quench her thirst.

I may not have the leisurely life, but I do have the pleasure of eating delicious food.

Chu Mingkong glanced out the window. It was just before dawn, and the crowing of roosters could be heard from the streets of Tianya City below.

"Wanhua baby, it's only dawn yet. Don't you want to stay with me a little longer before I leave?"

The power of the Su Nu Jing (Classic of Plain Girl) can nourish the body and heal simple physical injuries, but it cannot restore mental vitality.

Despite her heightened excitement, Consort Wan's exhausted mind couldn't keep up. She struggled even to shake her head, and spoke in a weak, thread-like voice:

"Let's go find the baby pheasant..."

In the past, no matter how tricky or capricious Chu Mingkong's suggestions were, Consort Wan would have always replied with "okay, okay, okay." But now, she was simply willing but unable to do so.

Using the filial piety gift he had collected the previous night, Chu Mingkong changed the blanket to a thin silk one and covered Consort Wan's body so that she could lie more comfortably on the table.

It wasn't that he didn't want Consort Wan to sleep on the soft couch, but the situation there wasn't as clean and comfortable as the table, even though the table also showed many signs of struggle.

The fine bedding is now so wet it's indescribable. If the Princess of Chu weren't so indifferent to complaining, she probably wouldn't have touched the embroidered couch at all.

"Little pheasant, have you rested enough?"

Chu Mingkong sat down on the edge of the bed with a look of disdain. The plump and beautiful woman, who was panting heavily, trembled and lost her composure and noble air. Like Consort Wan, she was also tired and disheveled.

"No, no... I'm going to find Wan Hua..."

So you're being modest now?

Chu Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief. He had been too lenient before, which caused so much trouble. He calmed down once the intensity increased.

The plan was to break into the house and fight for days and nights until leaving the day after tomorrow, but it was all over in one night. I guess I'll just rest during the rest of the day.

He thought to himself, "Although I'm being modest now while I'm not fully conscious, I wonder what I'll be like when I wake up."

Logically speaking, they are now aware of each other's embarrassing moments, which means they have gone through thick and thin together. They take turns resting in between, so if they quarrel again after waking up, there's really no way to resolve the situation.

They had no choice but to separate; he took Consort Wan with him.

Chu Mingkong carried the two of them to bathe and clean themselves, took care of the aftermath, and then carried them to his room to rest.

His room and the bed were indeed a bit small, but the three of them could squeeze in and lie down together. The key thing was that the beds here were clean and hygienic.

Cultivators have many advantages in terms of physique. With such high-intensity operation, an ordinary person would have to sleep until evening, but Princess Chu and Consort Wan woke up one after another before noon.

The two beautiful and charming women were sleeping soundly and comfortably, but subconsciously they were worried about their son's upcoming journey and departure, and they were abruptly awakened.

The first to wake up was the Princess Consort of Chu, whose movements startled the still groggy Consort Wan. The two of them sat up around the same time, unable to recall what they were frantically trying to do, but both were subconsciously looking around, searching for something.

Chu Mingkong reached out and pulled the two stunningly beautiful women back onto his shoulders, gently comforting them:

"We haven't left yet, there's no need to rush, rest a bit more."

"...Mingkong, what time is it now?"

Consort Wan held her head, a gesture reminiscent of someone waking up from a hangover, though she was dizzy from raising her head too quickly after waking up.

"You went to sleep at dawn today, and it's noon now. Shall we continue after you've rested enough?" Chu Mingkong's words had a hint of probing and joking, but his tone was extremely serious, as if afraid they would realize he was joking.

He wanted to see how the two beautiful mothers would react.

Consort Wan felt as if Chu Mingkong had forcibly widened her throat, and some parts were still swollen and painful! (Referring to the swelling caused by the impact to her knee)

"Please spare your mother... I haven't even had a proper rest yet, and you're already trying to kill me! Go find my little pheasant!" Consort Wan said resentfully.

Princess Chu was also unwilling to accept it. Now that she had come to her senses, the thought that Wan Hua knew about her nickname "Pheasant Baby" made her feel too ashamed to live any longer.

“I haven’t rested well either. I’m going to find Wan Hua Bao Bao. She’s showing off her ability to play with her tail. Ming Kong, blindfold her and poke her with a jade dildo!”

Why are they still arguing?

However, judging from the tone, the hostility had lessened considerably. It seemed that it was just a matter of feeling embarrassed by the title "Baby's Mother Consort," and that they were simply exchanging a few words.

“Baby’s mother, you don’t seem to be in much of a good mood either,” Chu Mingkong asked.

The two immediately stopped talking and arguing, and lay quietly together.

After a long silence, the Queen of Chu asked with a melancholy tone:

"Mingkong, did you do that on purpose last night? You weren't that ruthless before..."

"Isn't this to enjoy myself to the fullest and make up for any regrets later? I think it's easy for the two mothers to have conflicts if they stay together. As the saying goes, 'distance makes the heart grow fonder.' Rather than letting resentment build up in your daily interactions, I think it's better for you to separate. Once you're separated, it will be difficult for the three of you to reunite."

Princess Chu and Consort Wan are not stupid. Last night, they were indeed confused by their heartless son's arguing. Now that they have rested enough, they can understand his intentions even in a daze.

It can only be said that after some things happen, one's mindset when getting along will change a lot. Especially last night, she was begging Chu Mingkong to go to the other party. Now, how can she have the face to say that she wants to have her son all to herself?

“I can tolerate Zhi’er’s occasional tantrums, but from now on, Mingkong, you mustn’t act like you did last night… You have to go back to your gentle self…” Consort Wan said.

"Who's being unreasonable... and you're not allowed to call me that!" Princess Chu thought to herself that she had compromised for Mingkong this time, and it had nothing to do with Wanhua. She said, "I can accept what Wanhua said... Mingkong, you're not allowed to do that again... at most, occasionally, only once or twice..."

Chapter 274 We have fixed the bugs

Chu Mingkong lay on the bed with his two beautiful mothers on either side of him. Two viewing stones were placed on his abs, and the content of these viewing stones was... naturally, the exchange from the previous night.

However, recording it with the viewing stone wasn't Chu Mingkong's idea. Someone who's only thinking about venturing into the cave wouldn't have so many other ideas. Last night, Chu Mingkong forgot what the Princess Chu and Consort Wan discussed in the middle of the journey. Anyway, they had a little argument, and then they wanted to take out the viewing stone, saying they'd see who would be embarrassed first and shout "No!"

In short, it is a strange product of contradictions.

Now, Chu Mingkong took out these two viewing stones for them to "appreciate and observe," as part of the public execution, and also to help them get to know each other better, letting them know how outrageous things they could do when they got carried away with their arguments.

I just finished watching Consort Wan's episode.

Chu Mingkong, as a firsthand witness, already had deep feelings, but from the third-party perspective of the viewing stone, he felt even more how amazing Consort Wan's dancing skills were. Her waist swayed like waves or water snakes, flexible and rhythmic, and the pace was incredibly fast.

Unfortunately, the moment Chu Mingkong hooked her legs and lifted her up, she lost her composure and cried out to him to stop.

Unfortunately, the viewing stone for Princess Chu was not placed securely and rolled to the ground, failing to capture the image of Chu Mingkong and Princess Chu in the stone. However, the "lens" pointed at their shadows on the wall still managed to record the situation from the side.

In the shadow on the wall, a plump and voluptuous figure with a slender waist was kneeling with her legs bent, her hands clasped behind her back and held by the muscular figure. The kneeling figure had well-developed, soft pectoral muscles that hung down like stalactites, swaying rhythmically.

Princess Chu then opened Consort Wan's viewing stone and scolded:

"Look at how you twisted your back! Aren't you afraid it will break? Look at your expression..."

Consort Wan was not to be outdone. Although her sister's viewing stone hadn't revealed much, it wasn't entirely empty. She retorted:

"Who is this shadow? It's so fat! Look at those two lumps of fat hanging down, they're about to fly off! Could it be a baby pheasant?"

To describe it as "fat" is really an exaggeration. Chu Mingkong felt that the existence of the cultivation system really enhanced the figure of women. For a voluptuous beauty like the Princess Chu, although you could feel a thin layer of fat on her lower abdomen, she could still have abs when she inhaled and contracted her stomach, and even the outline of her ribs was quite clear. The fullness of the Princess Chu was roughly in line with his preferences.

When it comes to judging the difference between a woman's plumpness and her fullness, Chu Mingkong thinks that looking at the navel is the easiest way to tell the difference. A woman with not much fat on her waist will have a navel that stands upright. When the fat on her abdomen accumulates and begins to look a little out of shape, then the navel will appear horizontal.

"Who gave you permission to call me that?" Princess Chu's beautiful eyes widened.

Princess Chu was displeased with the term "fat" and the way it was used to address her as "baby." As a woman, she actually envied Consort Wan's figure—both curvy and slender. The figure of a top-class dancer was the most admired by women in the world, and now that Consort Wan was calling her breasts "fat," Princess Chu was genuinely angry.

"Mingkong can call you baby, but I can't?" Consort Wan retorted.

Chu Mingkong stopped their sarcastic remarks, patted each of their buttocks with a crisp slap, and said:

"What's there to argue about? You're recovering well, shall we continue?"

The two fell silent and leaned back on his shoulder.

Chu Mingkong toyed with the two viewing stones. With a forceful movement of his palm, the stones turned into dust, which he then burned away completely with his extreme Yin Fire spiritual energy.

These things are hard to preserve. If the storage ring or something gets damaged and falls out, it's all over. The lesson of "Chen Guan sucking Zhang Bai's juice" should be remembered.

"I won't keep this; it would be a huge problem if it got lost. As for your figures, I actually think you're both great, and I like them, that's enough. If everyone in the world had the same figure, who could stand it?"

And you are all my precious babies and mothers. Although I really want to be pampered by you, sometimes I also hope to spoil you and make you feel like you can rely on me.

In the current atmosphere, it would be strange to suddenly talk about grand principles. Chu Mingkong immediately changed his appearance, and a few days later he turned back into the boy. He climbed onto Princess Chu, hugged her, and buried his head in her proud and soft breasts.

"Pheasant Baby~ Wanhua Baby~" Chu Mingkong called out their shameful nicknames.

Perhaps it was the change in appearance, but now that Chu Mingkong was so small, calling them by those names sounded like a child being mischievous to the Princess Consort and Consort Wan, and they were much more accepting of it, no longer feeling ashamed.

Princess Chu thought to herself, "How cunning..." Her heart gradually calmed down in Chu Mingkong's embrace, and she stopped obsessing over Consort Wan's matter, starting to regain her normal self.

She responded by hugging the boy in her arms, and what she smelled was no longer a strong masculine scent, but the tender, babyish smell of a young boy.

Now that the Princess of Chu has calmed down and thought about it, she really can't believe that her adopted son had made her so distraught. She had almost forgotten who she was, only knowing that she was a woman...

“From now on, I won’t cause any more trouble with Wan Hua. Even if we have any scores to settle, we’ll talk about them when you come back, Ming Kong… From now on, you can do whatever you want to Mother Consort, but you absolutely cannot betray or neglect her, okay?” she said.

"Fine, does Mother Consort Zhi not know how greedy her son is?"

"And what about me?" Consort Wan asked.

She got up and hugged her younger sister, Princess Chu, just like before, except this time, there was a boy between them.

"I want them all!" Chu Mingkong said.

After spending most of the day with the two beautiful mothers, Chu Mingkong told them to continue resting. He got up, crawled into his armor, and went downstairs to inspect the area and deal with the things that had piled up throughout the day. If these tasks were left to be dealt with tomorrow, they would be exhausted.

Chu Mingkong inspected the memorials while reviewing them, occasionally writing down his opinions and responding to the matters entrusted to him by the elders.

The memorials were almost finished being processed when Elder Ding rushed over to deliver the good news:

"Your Excellency Zuo, the task of improving the paper template that you asked me to do before has been completed!"

Ok? !

Chu Mingkong was shocked; your research and development speed is just too fast.

"It really worked?"

"It's done. Our initial idea was to piece all the paper slips together, which would be a kind of improvement. But we later found that if there were many fellow Daoists, the pieced-together paper slips would be the size of a mansion gate. But once we have a plan, it's easy to do!" Elder Ding took out a thick book of paper slips.

The original paper invitation was like a book that would hurt if you threw it.

"Although we found that the message was mistakenly transmitted to another object once during the experiment, it did not happen again after that, so it should have been fixed by us!"

Chapter 275 Departure

Chu Mingkong's original idea was to have a thin piece of paper in his hand, and then he could chat with a group of girls, which would feel like a cultivation chat group.

Unexpectedly, Elder Ding's solution was simply to bind the individual paper sheets together, thus optimizing the volume...