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

Jin Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, reviewed the story in her mind, and then had a new question:

"Mingkong, you just said that the Princess Consort of Chu, who cultivates the Extreme Yang Technique, set up a barrier in the Extreme Abyss to protect you? Can I protect you like that?"

Chu Mingkong pondered for a moment and realized that the Phoenix Blood Scripture that Jin Yu cultivated was a relatively superior technique among the extreme Yang techniques, and her cultivation was actually much more solid than that of Zhi'er Baobao.

"Alright, I'll take you to the Abyss later if I have the chance, so you can experience what Princess Chu did back then... what it felt like back then, cough cough."

"Won't that be scary? It must be dangerous, right?"

“With me around, I’m the one who’s more dangerous to you… I mean, not dangerous, just a bit exciting.” Chu Mingkong nodded firmly.

"If it's just excitement, then I'm not afraid!" Jin Yu nodded firmly, looking forward to the day when she and Chu Mingkong would elope out of the capital and wander around the Abyss under his protection.

Chu Mingkong could only hope that she wouldn't get angry or throw a tantrum when the time came.

After chatting with Jin Yu for a while, Chu Mingkong took her to bathe and accompanied her to bed to rest. Then he left the princess's residence and returned to the vicinity of the eldest princess's residence to check the guard situation. After confirming that the Cui family and Shangguan Rong had not been affected, he left the capital and returned to Xiaoxiang Qin Academy to see what the situation was like on his master's side.

"What do you mean by 'the socks smell nice'? Why are you suddenly angry?"

Chapter Thirty: Fengying Begins to Question Life

Zuo Qiuchi, having slept comfortably, sat up in bed and stretched, her graceful figure fully displayed. Above her wasp waist, a pair of firm and full breasts stretched her plain dress to its fullest extent.

Having slept comfortably, she naturally wanted to continue sleeping. Just as she was about to lie back down to sleep, she sensed that Chu Mingkong, that rebellious disciple, was rushing towards Xiaoxiang Qin Academy. Then she noticed that Feng Ying had already returned and was sitting in front of the tea table brewing tea and drinking wine.

"Why are you brewing tea and drinking alcohol at the same time? Are you bored? Why don't you come and sleep with me?" Zuo Qiuchi invited Feng Ying sleepily, patting the bed next to him.

Feng Ying took a sip of wine and sighed helplessly in his heart. There was nothing he could do about this woman's temperament and style. Zuo Qiuchi gave people the feeling of being extremely unreliable. Her own style gave people the feeling that everyone around her was anxiously doing various things, whether it was scheming or negotiating, but she could sleep soundly.

People who reach her level realize that there is still a long road ahead, and they will calm down and continue to cultivate, or they will run around for the things they have to bear. Zuo Qiuchi just does whatever she wants.

"If I'm bored, you're probably just bored to death. How come you're still sleeping here after I came back from investigating? Even if there's nothing to deal with... how can someone your age and level of cultivation sleep?"

"I do have things to do too," Zuo Qiuchi said calmly, getting up to sit down at the coffee table and enjoying the tea brewed by Feng Ying.

"What did you do?"

"I sensed Mingkong's situation," Zuo Qiuchi said, blowing on the hot tea.

"You sensed that he was safe and sound, so you felt at ease and continued to sleep?"

The tea was at a suitable temperature, and Zuo Qiuchi took a sip.

"No, I sensed that he was trapped by a barrier in the capital, and that's why he continued to sleep."

"puff!"

As Feng Ying heard her speak, a mouthful of spicy wine went down her throat. She choked unintentionally and spat out a mouthful of wine, which landed awkwardly on Zuo Qiuchi's plain dress. The wet fabric clung to her skin, revealing glimpses of her complexion, some fair, some rosy.

Zuo Qiuchi's abilities are certainly capable of dodging, and even if he can't dodge, taking out the Extinction Heavy Sword to block it would be easy.

However, she thought that she was going to take a shower to sober up later, so there was no need to do anything unnecessary to avoid the alcohol, and she didn't bother to avoid it.

She even retaliated:

"Fengying, you've gotten my clothes wet. How are we going to settle this score?"

Feng Ying wondered why she wasn't moving at all, but since the wine had been spat out of her mouth, she had no intention of arguing with Zuo Qiuchi about right and wrong, and casually said:

"Fine, I'll spray you back with some alcohol too."

Zuo Qiuchi found it utterly uninteresting.

“It’s no fun spewing insults at you. How about this, I’ll have that kid Chu Mingkong pay off your debt later. You can just say you sprayed the drink in my face. It’s really insulting. We’re going to start arguing.”

You're even trying to extort your own apprentice...

Before the wet patches on Zuo Qiuchi's chest had dried, Chu Mingkong had already returned. Upon seeing Zuo Qiuchi's exposed chest, his eyes lit up.

"Master, why are you welcoming me so warmly? You should have told me earlier with a note, and I would have rushed back sooner!"

Zuo Qiuchi coughed seriously and said in an indifferent tone:

"Fengying, you come and tell him what happened. I don't want to argue with you!"

Chu Mingkong noticed the strange look on Feng Ying's face and recalled that when he contacted Zuo Qiuchi through the paper, she had said something inexplicable like "the socks smell." Chu Mingkong had a general idea of ​​what was going on, so he played along and listened to what Feng Ying had to say. Then he sat down solemnly next to Zuo Qiuchi.

"Arguing is no good. Master, how can you calm down? I'll take the blame for Feng Ying."

"How about this, you shrink down, lie on my lap, and let me spank your butt a few times, and that will be the end of it."

Chu Mingkong didn't think it was a big deal, so he immediately transformed into a little boy and lay on Zuo Qiuchi's soft thighs. Zuo Qiuchi wasn't joking with him and slapped his disciple's buttocks a few times with crisp, loud sounds.

Fengying: "?"

You really have absolutely no concern for your image...

After being beaten, Chu Mingkong jumped up to protest:

"Master, that's not fair! You only got some wine on your face from Feng Ying, and she only spat it out, but I got hit five times. Even if it's one hit for every one hit, I'll hit you back four times on your butt!"

Fengying: "?"

Is it possible to get this back...?

Zuo Qiuchi did not refuse as Feng Ying had expected. Instead, he said with a serious expression:

“You can’t say that. My buttocks are bigger than yours. If you hit me back, I’ll be at a huge disadvantage. I won’t argue with you. I was only going to let you hit me half a time, but I’ll count it as one hit.”

Kazekage: "??"

You actually agreed!

Chu Mingkong took out his hand and compared it with Zuo Qiuchi's jade-like hand, saying:

"Then wouldn't I be at a disadvantage? Master, look at this difference. You can slap my whole butt with one slap, while my hand can only hit a tiny bit on your butt. I'm at a huge disadvantage. It takes me two or three slaps to equal one slap from you! It must add up to at least a dozen slaps, right?"

Fengying: "??"

Chu Mingkong continued:

"However, this constant fighting is damaging to the harmony between us, master and disciple, and should not be encouraged. I suggest we switch to touching instead."

Kazekage: "???"

Chu Mingkong discussed this matter with Zuo Qiuchi in a serious and earnest manner:

"If I touch you, I'll have to use much less force. I'd have to touch you dozens of times to equalize the damage you do to me when you hit me, Master. So, all things considered, I'd have to touch you hundreds of times!"

Zuo Qiuchi felt a headache just listening to it:

"Alright, alright, you can touch me then. You're too shrewd, kid."

The voluptuous, curvaceous, and stunningly beautiful woman picked up the boy and took him to the bed for some interaction, actually lying there "collecting debts" from Chu Mingkong.

Fengying: "???"

Feng Ying stood there dumbfounded. She was now certain that Chu Mingkong's master was no ordinary person; their relationship was far too "harmonious."

After the master and disciple on the bed had finished touching and kissing each other, Zuo Qiuchi and Xiao Mingkong were too lazy to sit back on the coffee table and just lay there cuddling each other like lazy fish.

"Zuo Qiuchi, didn't you just say you were going to take a bath to refresh yourself? How can you sleep comfortably with your clothes all wet?" Feng Ying looked at the master and disciple with a weary expression.

Zuo Qiuchi took off her plain dress under the covers and threw it on the ground: "It doesn't matter, I'll take a bath after I've had enough sleep."

Seeing this, Chu Mingkong hugged Zuo Qiuchi even tighter.

Feng Ying suddenly felt a bit silly sitting alone, so after a sigh, he lay down on the bed and began to get down to business:

"This Xiaoxiang Qin Academy is most likely infiltrated by an inside agent."

Chu Mingkong wanted to continue the discussion about "what are white socks," but Feng Ying beat him to it, so he didn't want to interrupt and said:

"How did Feng Ying discover that a traitor had emerged from the Xiaoxiang Qin Academy?"

Chapter Thirty-One: Reputation

Feng Ying looked on with envy as Zuo Qiuchi was being clung to by Xiao Mingkong. While she was getting down to business, the two of them were enjoying their sweet, affectionate time together.

She followed suit and hugged him, leaving Chu Mingkong squeezed in the middle, barely surviving. Only then did Feng Ying explain the origin of her earlier deduction:

“I spread false information, saying that ‘several elders of Xiaoxiang Qin Academy have been frequently active in villages near the sect recently. I don’t know if they are meeting with someone or if they are planning a big operation.’ I also had Elder Si Chunhua go there a few times to make the rumors more believable.”

Chu Mingkong recalled being scammed in the capital and deeply abhorred such behavior. However, hearing Feng Ying probe to this extent, he guessed that something serious had happened. He temporarily released Zuo Qiuchi's neck and turned to look at Feng Ying.

What was discovered afterward?

"The disciples in the sect have been rather indifferent. Unless they have something to ask of the sect elders, they won't hang around in front of them for no reason. This is especially true for ordinary disciples. But I've noticed that there have been a lot more outsiders coming and going in that village. This is enough to show that someone has been leaking information about the situation inside Xiaoxiang Qin Academy."

Zuo Qiuchi touched her disciple's belly, never expecting that while she was sleeping, Feng Ying had actually been seriously investigating the situation inside Xiaoxiang Qin Academy. She felt so ashamed that she wanted to fall asleep again on the spot to avoid continuing to feel ashamed.

She made a slight sound:

"Then investigate all those people gathered in that village, and we'll find out which force planted a spies inside the Xiaoxiang Qin Academy?"

"I also want to infiltrate the enemy's ranks..." Chu Mingkong's mind drifted into frivolous thoughts.

Feng Ying shrugged and sighed regretfully:

"It's no use. I've investigated. Those are all independent cultivators. This means that someone was afraid this was fake news and was testing us, so they secretly spread the word to lure independent cultivators to wander around that village. If there were any traps or ambushes, they would let these independent cultivators step on them for them."

"Are they really that insidious? Each one is dirtier than the last..." Chu Mingkong had just been tricked in the capital, and his feelings were particularly strong.

If he had learned of the false information released by Feng Ying, he would have gone to scout the location and fallen into the trap. Chu Mingkong himself might be fine, but the mole planted within Xiaoxiang Qin Academy would definitely be implicated.

Just like now, although Fengying hasn't figured out which faction planted a mole in Xiaoxiang Qin Academy, the fact that there is an inside agent has already been exposed to Fengying.

"Speaking of which, Fengying, when did you get on good terms with Elder Si Chunhua? You were even able to persuade her to help you and let her stroll around the village. You've got some influence now!"

Feng Ying looked at Chu Mingkong and smiled:

“I used your name to ask Elder Si Chunhua for help, and it worked like a charm. The disciples of Xiaoxiang Qin Academy were saying how heartless this Elder of the Punishment Hall was, but as soon as I mentioned your name, he agreed.”

Zuo Qiuchi, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, grabbed his little apprentice's big walnut.

"..." Chu Mingkong felt immense pressure.

Regardless, Fengying still owes Elder Sichunhua a debt of gratitude, and she needs to find a way to reciprocate with a gift. What would be a good gift? A... bell, or a medicinal jade dildo for licking?

When this filial gift was mentioned, Chu Mingkong realized that he hadn't tinkered with anything for quite a while.