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

"The story is pretty good, is there a sequel?" Zuo Qiuchi chuckled helplessly.

Chu Mingkong spoke eloquently and fluently:

"Yes, usually sequels to these kinds of stories leave room for interpretation. The second story is about the next generation, like the story of Maomao and others. They gradually grow up, understand things, and get caught up in the vortex of hatred of their parents' generation. The story follows the development of the hatred and explores the story from Maomao's perspective, gradually revealing the full picture of what happened back then."

All three women remained silent.

Sometimes I think he's just being silly, trying to lighten the mood by saying some trash talk, but after it happens so often, I can't help but wonder if he really thinks that way.

This time, even cats were involved in the design...

"You're quite the drama queen. If Maomao can't sleep in the future, you can make up stories for her." Fengying was already looking forward to the day when she and Maomao would lie together, with Chu Mingkong standing by the bed as the go-to person for telling bedtime stories.

However, the possibilities he had imagined were invalid from the very beginning. Yuehe was not a woman with such delicate feelings. Even if she did notice something, she wouldn't consider anyone's feelings. Instead, she would directly bring up the problem, pull Chu Mingkong along, and let them figure out a solution by dividing the work among themselves.

Just this one interruption allowed Yuehe to skip over the topic of cats. Wasn't she afraid that cats would be sad?

If Chu Mingkong can accept the daughter born from this karmic debt, then Yuehe, the other party involved, should also be able to accept a daughter born to her "future self," right?

We've been getting along pretty well these past few days...

We can only ask about this topic at this time; the atmosphere isn't conducive to continuing, so we'll have to find another opportunity.

Fengying took the initiative to inquire about the master and apprentice's trip:

"Why did you all go to the border of the Abyss? Did you go to such a dangerous place to seek thrills?"

"What do you mean 'seeking thrills'? Get your brain working!" Zuo Qiuchi scolded.

Chu Mingkong reluctantly watched the topic shift and explained why the Yin Shi people were making a fuss about his name:

"I went to the Abyss to take advantage of their attention to the name 'Chu Mingkong' and lure them into the Abyss to suppress them. This is the first time I have experienced this kind of disaster caused by careless words."

By the way, what are the origins, or rather, the purposes, of these people from the Yin era—those ancient people who came with you, Yuehe?

A person who could write short stories with great skill suddenly found himself at a loss for words, unsure how to clearly express his thoughts.

As for those ancient people, Chu Mingkong could not clearly determine their role as enemies. For example, his enemies in the Tianji Empire were all traceable and their grudges were clear.

But these ancient people are like a malignant tumor that suddenly "proliferated" in this world. They ambushed the Asura King, used Chu Mingkong's name as a pretext to wreak havoc, and took advantage of their superior spiritual cultivation to cause trouble everywhere, doing whatever they wanted.

Right, Chu Mingkong suddenly thought of an adjective.

"Mob? These ancient people are no different from mobs. What exactly is their purpose in lingering here? But what I mean is that I'm excluding you. I'm a very hypocritical person; I treat my own people and outsiders differently," Chu Mingkong added, not wanting to offend anyone with his words.

Yuehe naturally understood Chu Mingkong's meaning. His motives were purer than he had imagined; he was truly harassing her all the way to find the mother of his child.

The term "mob" is indeed a very apt and accurate way to provoke anger.

"You're overthinking it. As I've said before, the reason I and the other 'people of the underworld' are here is that we entered a secret realm of the underworld, and each of us came here with the mindset of exploring the mystery, gaining experience, and seeking opportunities."

The 'underworld people' you encountered were just some low-level scum; the truly strong ones wouldn't stay here for long.

On the one hand, this secret realm is too weak; this is not meant to belittle you.

Chu Mingkong nodded, understanding her meaning; the environment was different.

"In my era, the strong would basically leave with little interest as soon as they entered and saw the strength of the cultivators in this secret realm. Otherwise, they would find some strong enemies to test their skills against. In ancient times, people would fight each other and then leave."

Just like when you discover that Dragon King Ao Wei has been seriously injured by Asura King and you can't be bothered to deal with him, there will be similarities in your state of mind.

Those Yin-type people you encountered were like rats hiding in my time. Suddenly discovering they could bully others in this secret realm, they were naturally too excited to leave. Then, discovering a method to control extreme Yin power, they conceived the idea of ​​obtaining the technique before leaving the secret realm, hoping to become a renowned and powerful figure in one fell swoop.

Yuehe kept some things to himself. The stronger and more rational ancient people left so early, most likely because they sensed danger in this secret realm.

This secret realm is so realistically evolved that everything seems to connect to their respective futures, and they might even be able to glimpse their own future. This is undoubtedly a kind of bewitching influence from their inner demons, implying that their future achievements are limited to this.

If you continue to get involved, you might become so curious that you keep exploring your future self in this future world, which could solidify your future and trap you completely. The best thing to do is to leave as soon as possible!

It's easy to imagine what kind of trash those shamans with the Heavenly Eyes would be willing to stay here.

Yuehe has lowered her expectations of herself. She is currently in a state of confusion and lethargy. The future is not that important to her.

...In addition, she was actually quite satisfied with her daughter, Maomao. If her future daughter were to be just like that, it would be a really good outcome!

Chapter 147 Stealing Clothes on Qixi Festival

Yuehe's explanation put Chu Mingkong in a difficult position. He wasn't afraid of anything, but what he feared most was a mob that didn't know what was good for them.

Especially those ghosts who are brought in for fun and whose deaths won't affect their "real life," are simply a disaster.

However, Chu Mingkong felt a mix of helplessness and relief. He felt helpless because he had been targeted by these guys, which had caused him a lot of trouble, but he was relieved because they were targeting him.

The title of "Extreme Yin Power" made him powerful and influential, effectively drawing the attention of these Yin-era mobs and preventing them from harming others too much.

Why does he have this saintly mentality now? It feels like it's because he wants to protect Yuehe, since she is also a member of the Yin Shi people.

Chu Mingkong didn't want the whole world to be cursing Yin Shiren, which would affect Yuehe's reputation.

"This is still a bit of a hassle. I have to go to the Sword Dynasty in the north with my master. This is a super long trip. There's always a group of rioters watching Xiling. I'm a little worried."

“No problem. The weak will always be weak, no matter where they go. As long as I am here, the yin will not disperse. As long as I am here, those people will not be able to interfere with this place.” Yuehe shook his head slightly and calmly stated the facts.

That attitude is truly low-key yet aloof and arrogant!

But when Chu Mingkong heard Yuehe's words, he couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted. His sword-like eyebrows furrowed and his eyes drooped slightly.

"You mean, when the Yin time ends, you will also leave, having already received a replenishment of power from the Blood Blade King's corpse?"

"Without further explanation, I have already disappeared here on my own along with other ancient people. I have indeed obtained the 'right to reside' now, but the secret realm is closed, and I am not sure if I will be expelled directly."

That's why she felt it was okay to experiment on herself...

If he is destined to be expelled from the secret realm, then a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one. It will also give him, Chu Mingkong, valuable experience in treating his injuries.

Chu Mingkong felt utterly powerless and was completely speechless.

At this time of year, will he still have the ability to counteract such a once-in-a-millennium celestial phenomenon?

Judging from the current dialogue, even in Yuehe's time, they were completely unaware of the secret realms that emerged during the Yin Time.

Yuehe's mood was calm, or at least she appeared very calm, but her eyes lingered on Chu Mingkong for a long time, observing his genuine emotional reactions.

She felt... a little unfamiliar; it was a feeling of strangeness.

It is a pure concern and reluctance to part, without considering any personal gain.

The memories Yuehe gained from the Moon Eclipse Heavy Sword actually meant that Chu Mingkong and the Goddess Yuehe had no emotional connection. The only time they spent together was in the divine kingdom and once they had sex, so the emotional foundation between them was almost zero.

Yet he still throws himself into it with genuine emotion.

"That's a bit too far off. Yin Shi is not something we can control. Ming Kong, it's more meaningful for you to spend some time looking for any secret realms that have appeared in your area than to worry about whether I will leave with Yin Shi."

Feng Ying raised an eyebrow, noticing that Yue He addressed him as "Ming Kong," a relatively rare form of address from her; most of the time, she would use "you you you" or "she she she."

Chu Mingkong sighed:

"How could anyone notice that? It's definitely not in Xiling. And if it appeared somewhere else, the person who discovered it would definitely hide it, eager to keep it all to themselves."

Yuehe thought about it and realized it made sense. Back then, she was basically spreading rumors everywhere, and those people were eager to drag others down with them.

"You said you plan to travel far away to that Sword Dynasty, when is that planned?"

"It's not confirmed yet, and I don't plan to leave for at least the next month or two." Chu Mingkong then turned to Zuo Qiuchi and asked, "Master, how long did it take you to get here from your hometown?"

Zuo Qiuchi looked up, gazing at the sky with a troubled and conflicted expression:

"How can I possibly explain this to you...? My advice isn't very helpful. I traveled through mountains and rivers, and sometimes I fought my way through. When I encountered desolate wilderness, I would walk faster, and when I encountered lively places, I would linger a bit."

When you were a kid, you tricked me into thinking you were my disciple, saying you went through all sorts of hardships, traveled thousands of miles, just to become my apprentice...

"So how long exactly?" Feng Ying was also curious, as she had never been to the Sword Dynasty either, it was too far away.

"Two or three years, I guess." Zuo Qiuchi confessed frankly. "Why don't you ask Qingse if their Immortal Treasure Pavilion has any business with my Sword Dynasty? It seems not. Similar auction houses in my hometown are all government-run."

If they were to travel in such a hurry, Chu Mingkong would conservatively estimate that it would take at least half a year. Back in the East Sea, he really should have arrested a few cultivators from the Sword Emperor Dynasty and questioned them.

"Then I can confirm that I won't be leaving for the next few months."

Chu Mingkong made a decision: he hoped to wait a while, at least to witness the birth of the little one in Aunt Gu's belly.

The journey was so long that Chu Mingkong wasn't even sure if he could still make contact with the paper slip.

If he really had to travel earlier than planned, Chu Mingkong would choose to take his whole family for a stroll around the Sword Emperor Dynasty.

After chatting for a while, the consultation ended, and everyone went back to their respective hospitals, giving Yuehe some peace and quiet.

Before leaving the courtyard, Fengying asked the old ancestor Yueji for the cat's "sleep service" for the night, as the cat hadn't clung to her godmother for several nights.

......

As night fell, Chu Mingkong also arrived, appearing in Yuehe's courtyard.

The front yard was quiet, and the back yard was still quiet.

Chu Mingkong stood there in astonishment, while Yuehe sat quietly in the courtyard, as if she knew he had returned.

Or rather, ever since Chu Mingkong and the others left during the day, Yuehe hadn't changed her posture, remaining seated in the same spot, with only the movement of her hair, which fluttered gently in the wind.

...Thankfully, cultivators don't get hemorrhoids.

He sat down decisively next to Yuehe and sighed:

"Moon River, what if you really disappear when the Yin Hour ends? Then I'll have to wait until the next Yin Hour to see you again? That's so hard to bear..."

"It's ok."

Chu Mingkong had thought that Yuehe was so sensitive that she could comfort people, and then he heard her continue:

"I have only entered the Yin Time Secret Realm once in my life. Even if you survive until the next Yin Time arrives, you will not see me. Even if you do see me, I may not have this memory. So there is no need to suffer so hard. It is all in vain. Let the cat suffer."

"..."

Can you speak like a normal person?

"Have I told you the story of the Magpie Bridge on Qixi Festival?" Chu Mingkong suddenly asked.

"No, what kind of bird is the Qixi Magpie, and what kind of bridge is this?" Yuehe had witnessed his storytelling ability during the day and really wanted to hear what he could come up with this time.

"Anyway, it's just a story, and the beginning of this story is quite similar to ours: a shameless scholar, instigated by an old ox, stole the clothes of a fairy who had come down to bathe. I also stole your clothes, but your personality is a bit different from that of a fairy..."

In the end, the Queen Mother of the West or some other bird-like being in the heavens decreed that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl could only meet on the Qixi Festival, with the help of magpies, by building a bridge of stars across the Milky Way.

At least other cats get to see their mothers once a year, but I want to catch a mother for my cat, and I have to wait for a once-in-a-millennium, inauspicious time! What grudge do I hold against her?!