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

"Add a pot of fine wine, and when the cat comes over again asking you to practice your sword, Master, I'll step in and help!"

"Alright, but it's not that I'm too lazy to let the cat practice swordsmanship, I just want to give you and your daughter more interaction, so don't slack off!"

After some haggling, Chu Mingkong finally got his wish and picked up his lazy master, rushing into the bathhouse.

Zuo Qiuchi was still a little afraid of being deceived, and asked to confirm:

"I know how harsh those bruise massages are, they practically want to rub the skin off. You'd better not have that kind of massage, or I'll break your leg."

Chu Mingkong imagined himself holding massage oil and using traditional Chinese massage techniques to massage someone; the image was quite unusual...

"No problem. If I serve you well, Master, you can massage my legs too, right?"

"I don't know the technique~" Zuo Qiuchi didn't want to move.

"It's okay, no need for any special techniques, just open your mouth. You don't need to do anything, I can manage on my own even if it's a little more strenuous."

"You want a beating, don't you!"

Chapter 186 Water Chapter

The pattering rain gradually subsided, its sound shimmering in the air like silk threads.

The sky over Xiling is usually quite predictable, with few sudden clouds or rain throughout the year. It rains during the farming season and snows when the weather gets cold. But right now, perhaps because it's approaching the change of seasons, it's suddenly started to drizzle.

Chu Mingkong had the foresight to choose that indoor bathhouse; otherwise, his master might have found an excuse not to bathe.

The pattering sound from the roof, along with the dripping water from between the eaves tiles, and the occasional sound of unmelted snowflakes falling, creates a noisy yet peaceful atmosphere.

The rain in this late winter and early spring season is so cold that you can feel the damp chill just by listening to it.

Amidst the dripping sound of flowing water, Zuo Qiuchi's clothes flowed down from the towering snow-capped mountains and flat snowfields. She felt no shame. With Feng Ying's interference, the master and disciple had done about 80% of the outrageous things, leaving only 20%.

However, when Zuo Qiuchi's long, slender legs took a step from the changing room into the steamy bathhouse, she still seemed a little concerned about the gaze of her traitorous disciple.

Zuo Qiuchi walked into the pool and sat down. When a cultivator is healthy and in good condition, the so-called freezing cold is nothing. But when the chill of the cold rain suddenly seeped into the steaming hot spring water, Zuo Qiuchi felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm~". The sound of the soft, lingering sound made someone standing next to him start to daydream.

Zuo Qiuchi picked up a jade wine pot from the pond, took a sip with relish, then tasted a small pastry before asking:

"How do you do it? Do you sit on a small stool and then squat down next to me to massage me?"

Chu Ming said in a hollow voice, "Why would you need to sit on a small stool for a massage? If you sit down for a massage, it will really be a massage technique for treating sprains and bruises. If it's more serious, it will be like scraping bones to treat injuries while playing chess."

He channeled his icy spiritual energy, freezing a bed of ice on the warm pool water, somewhat resembling a waterbed.

"Lie down."

There's quite a lot going on... Zuo Qiuchi still leaned on him, her two proud, soft breasts being pressed into flat, round shapes with a touch of heartache. Because of the sudden changes in temperature, her fair and translucent skin soon turned a cherry pink, making her look alluring and sensual.

Looking down from above, Chu Mingkong was even more awestruck and moved by Zuo Qiuchi's flawless body. Beneath him lay an ice-jade waterbed, yet it paled in comparison to Zuo Qiuchi's icy skin and jade-like bones. Her proportions were superb, with full breasts and a slender waist and straight legs; no matter where one looked, it was captivating.

Zuo Qiuchi lay prone with her eyes half-closed, sensing the captivated gaze on him, and couldn't help but feel a touch of pride. Although it sounded a bit strange, it was certainly a testament to the power of a master to subdue a rebellious disciple.

"How about a massage?" the woman urged, noting that Chu Mingkong had been watching for too long.

"There are some!"

Chu Mingkong quickly responded, then poured the Daoist essence oil into his palm. The mysterious and spiritual feeling was indeed quite remarkable. He felt immersed even just by rubbing it in his palm. It was not hard to understand why Zuo Qiuchi liked to hold Yun Nongyu while they were slacking off.

The essential oil in his palm almost dried out as he rubbed it. Afraid of wasting time, Chu Mingkong simply poured the essential oil directly onto Zuo Qiuchi's beautiful back. The essential oil, like silk threads, flowed down her graceful spine, into the valley of her round, plump peach-like breasts, and then slowly spread over her jade-like legs and even her beautiful feet.

Zuo Qiuchi first felt his weight sitting on her rounded spot, and then the heat of his large hand and the sticky, slippery Daoist aura mingled together, applying just the right amount of pressure to every inch of her skin.

The exquisitely plump peach, nourished by the essence of Daoist essence, is glossy, tender, and delicate. Its muscles are completely relaxed, and even a light touch can cause waves of sexy, captivating flesh to ripple out.

This is the most beautiful peach in the world!

Zuo Qiuchi couldn't quite tell whether this pleasant feeling came from the warmth of the palm, the Daoist aura that felt close to heaven and earth, or both.

She was completely absorbed in the pleasurable massage experience, occasionally expressing her satisfaction with soft, gentle breaths. Her eyes were closed, too lazy to open, and she didn't even care about feeling her traitor's muscular body rubbing against her in her peach valley.

After this exquisite massage, Zuo Qiuchi's entire body felt soft and yielding, while Chu Mingkong became hard... hard!

He didn't exert much effort, but his heart was pounding like a drum, and he was a little out of breath from exhaustion.

"Where did this refined oil come from? Could it have been received by that bastard Qingse?" Zuo Qiuchi suddenly asked.

"Yes, otherwise where would I have gotten this from?" Chu Mingkong continued to bluff, knowing that Zuo Qiuchi wouldn't delve into those trivial details.

As he spoke, he took a sip of the fine wine, which also came from a blind box. Even cultivators could get seven or eight tenths drunk from it, and before they knew it, they had finished it in one gulp.

"What will I drink after you finish yours?"

"There are some."

Chu Mingkong lay down, turned his beautiful master over, held her in his arms, and pressed his lips together to deliver the fine wine and nectar to her.

The drizzling chill added an allure to their body temperature; in their slippery embrace, their body heat intertwined and writhed, and the Daoist aura quickly enveloped them both.

Zuo Qiuchi's jade-like face was flushed with a rosy blush, like the intoxication of fine wine or the heat of a hot spring, as beautiful as peach blossoms, breathtakingly gorgeous. Her eyes were slightly hazy and dreamy, and after she parted her lips, a silvery strand of wine still clung to them.

"Tell me, what's your little scheme behind this sudden display of kindness?"

I want to invest, I want to inject capital, I want to become a shareholder...

Chu Mingkong buried his face in her neck, stroking her skin, and then slowly slid it down:

"With our unbreakable bond as master and disciple, would I need to be so attentive if I had ulterior motives? I'd just come directly to you~ Initially, I did intend to use this bath and massage as an excuse to ask Master about the Sword Dynasty, but it turns out I was overthinking it..."

Zuo Qiuchi really didn't expect this reason. Who would have thought that after this guy entered the bathhouse, with the ice bed, the essence of Daoist arts, and the massage techniques, he actually wanted to ask about the Sword Dynasty, or rather, about the marriage agreement made by his ancestors.

"Why didn't you ask about the result?"

Rain patters softly outside the curtain; late winter lingers, yet spring is in full bloom...

Chu Mingkong's hand, under the smooth and slippery Daoist essence, inadvertently slid down to her slender waist, finally stopping irresistibly at her plump and voluptuous area.

"I was so focused on giving my master a massage that I secretly realized that after drinking this little bit of wine, I had no desire to ask any questions. It's true that it's hard to be half-hearted when doing things; you can only think about one thing at a time."

"A person with an unsettled mind is unlikely to achieve great things!" Zuo Qiuchi commented bluntly.

Chu Mingkong didn't care at all; he was actually quite happy and pleased to have been scolded by Zuo Qiuchi!

He suddenly sat up as if he had risen from the dead, and asked in a pleading and ingratiating manner:

"Master, I've given you such a thorough massage, can you do it for me too?"

"You still say you don't have any ulterior motives, huh?"

Zuo Qiuchi rolled her eyes at her traitorous disciple, her flushed cheeks adding to her allure and charm; only she herself was unaware of her own irresistible allure.

"Tell me, how do you want the massage?"

Chu Mingkong pointed to the deep, secluded area between Zuo Qiuchi's proud, high breasts, where there was no essential oil massage:

"Master, I'd like to give you a full-body massage with this essential oil stick. If you'd like to experience the essence of Daoist energy, that would be perfect!"

Chapter 187 Are you sick?

“Master, something just suddenly occurred to me, or rather, a question.”

What's puzzling you?

"You said that Master just applied a lot of fragrance, and his whole body is filled with the essence of Daoist charm. I even moistened the hard-to-apply areas with my fingers. So, what did I just lick? Your scent, Master, or Daoist Yun's scent?"

"Are you sick?"

Zuo Qiuchi almost spat out a mouthful of blood from anger. Had this guy's brain been messed up by her just now? How could he come up with such an abstract and seriously flawed question?

No, it's already too much to just think about it, but Chu Mingkong actually asked about it!

“You unfilial disciple, I have suddenly thought of something, or rather, I have a question.” Zuo Qiuchi imitated Chu Mingkong’s tone just now.

"Master, you should think about it yourself. My brain isn't quite up to par right now..."

This is no joke. The absurd question he just asked was a result of his brain not working properly. Right now, all that's left in Chu Mingkong's mind is a soft, elastic, glossy peach. It's so big and moist that it completely occupies his mind, leaving him with no extra brain capacity to think about anything else.

Zuo Qiuchi remained expressionless, her jade-like hand silently gripping the traitor's hand. It was slippery, covered in her saliva and other residue, but that didn't diminish her determination to ruthlessly break it off.

Chu Mingkong immediately softened and surrendered: "My mind is back to normal, Master, please speak. As your dutiful disciple, I will answer everything I know, and even if I don't know something, I'll make up an answer for you!"

Zuo Qiuchi then asked with satisfaction, "You've been rubbing against me for so long, and there's an aura of Daoist essence everywhere. Did I just eat Nongyu's ox?"

"..."

Chu Mingkong was suddenly speechless. It did seem to make some sense, but something still felt off.

In the garden courtyard, Yun Nongyu strolled along the Qingxin Spring when she suddenly felt an inexplicable, indescribable chill and couldn't help but sneeze softly. She murmured in confusion:

"Strange, what was that feeling just now...? Is it possible to feel something strange just from touching this shaman's blindfold for a while?"

After the master and disciple had finished hurting each other, Chu Mingkong held her tightly, his body showing no signs of fatigue, and his mind entering a rare state of sagehood.

The peach-scented massage technique applied to Zuo Qiuchi's skin, making it moist and glossy, was incredibly potent, capable of causing him to lose control.

The little head rubbed and slid halfway in, almost unable to resist sliding the rod into the hole.

Sometimes he didn't even know what he was struggling with, but now it seems he was right to be struggling.

Otherwise, if Zuo Qiuchi had retorted with "Is this what Nongyu feels like?" when they were trying to hurt each other, that would have been awful.

Fortunately, this sage mode, filled with thoughts of peaceful times, perfect happiness, and a round, moon-like bottom, ended in the blink of an eye.

Chu Mingkong still held Zuo Qiuchi's stunningly beautiful and alluring body in his arms, his hands resting on her soft, plump breasts where his fingers could easily sink. He then asked seriously:

"Now I want to talk about something serious. I've given acupuncture to Yunhan and Fengying."

He was naturally referring to the incident where the fragments of the Abyss Core were used to injure the two people. They had discussed the dangers and considered the potential risks involved.

Before long, not only Feng Ying, who had participated in almost the entire discussion, but even You Yunhan, who had rushed back to Xiling, rushed to sit down and let Chu Mingkong treat her.

Zuo Qiuchi noticed it too, but didn't care too much. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it... or rather, what could he do even if it was wrong? This guy probably doesn't have many partners in normal relationships.

Given Xiao Yunhan's attitude of not treating her younger brother as a member of the opposite sex, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened, and as soon as that first sign appeared, she would immediately distance them from each other.

When he was young, he still followed the rules of the world. After following Shen Xuejun, he cut off all the rules of the outside world and acted only according to his own pace. However, he left only Chu Mingkong in his heart. He couldn't escape becoming like this.

Regardless of any thought behind it, suddenly she was the only one left who hadn't been pricked.

“That bastard Fengying kept telling me how much pain he was in the past few days. Yunhan’s face was contorted from the pain. It really scared me. I think you’re almost fully recovered, so why don’t we just let it go?”