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

When the cat saw the stranger, it came out and greeted him in a rather endearing manner, then hid back behind Chu Mingkong's lap.

Having said what needed to be said, Chu Mingkong didn't linger:

"You can go back now. I'll take the little girl and her mother for a stroll around the neighborhood."

The high priest and two maids watched Chu Mingkong walk away into the distance. One of the girls spoke first:

"Grandma Bahar, that mysterious woman, and that little cat girl, why do they give me a strange sense of familiarity?"

The old man had some doubts about the Snow Mountain Temple, but the child's age didn't match up, and besides, it was impossible for him to have secretly taken the Moon River Goddess out of the temple.

"I don't know either."

......

Chu Mingkong walked a few steps further away, and the beautiful mother horse arrived late, pulling a carriage, flying down from the clouds.

The child who had previously "eaten poop" exclaimed again:

"Whose horse is flying in the sky! Is it your horse that's flying?"

Chu Mingkong: "..."

Chapter 424 A Secret Maneuver

Chu Mingkong really didn't know what was worth visiting in this snow mountain.

The few places I knew about were places I had briefly visited before taking Aunt Gu and Madam Zhen on their last trip.

Rather than saying we were sightseeing, it would be more accurate to say that we saw some places along the way back by carriage.

Chu Mingkong and Yuehe walked side by side, with a cat between them.

Although she usually doesn't get along with her annoying dad, the little girl was quite excited to be strolling around holding both her parents' hands, her short legs occasionally hopping along.

Chu Mingkong wandered around those places for a while, then handed over the choice of route to Yuehe.

"You pick the spot. I'm not familiar with this area. Is there any difference between the snow-capped mountains over there and the ones we have now?"

Yuehe had already removed her cloak and was moving around using the Dust-Free Talisman, not caring whether her aura would be detected, since the falcons soaring among the snow-capped mountains and cloud-covered peaks couldn't see her true face anyway.

The pristine white snow made her face appear exceptionally fair, and her sharply defined features exuded an aura of authority and charisma befitting a ruler of mountains and rivers. Standing on the edge of the cliff, her deep, beautiful eyes seemed to gaze upon the mountains, yet also seemed to be fixed on time and the passing years.

"There are differences, of course. In this snow mountain area, all kinds of powerful magical beasts roam, and these magical beasts can sometimes lift up the snow mountain ice peaks."

Now those scourges have disappeared, and it's much quieter here, but it's largely the same.

Chu Mingkong's words gave her a strange feeling, as if she had crawled out of her coffin to admire the scenery of her hometown hundreds or thousands of years later.

However, judging from his personal experience, Yuehe has only been away from the snow mountain for about ten years.

But she herself did not expect that her revisit to this place where she once lived would be in such a peculiar way.

A true sense of both strangeness and familiarity.

It seemed like she hadn't been gone for long. Ten years was but a fleeting moment for a cultivator, but this place no longer belonged to her. There were no familiar faces to talk to, and the once-familiar snow-capped mountains now looked like they were hundreds or thousands of years later.

Yuehe picked up the little girl. The little thing was really looking forward to eating. She didn't need to hold her parents' hands anymore and immediately snuggled into Yuehe's arms, taking out dried fruit to nibble on.

After the cat was picked up, he and Yuehe naturally held hands.

"Mingkong, you often manage to compose a few lines of poetry to seduce the ladies in the manor. Which line should you choose in this situation?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Chu Mingkong's face, but he brazenly pretended not to hear it and then recalled the relevant poems.

But remaining silent wouldn't be good either, as it would make him seem like he'd run out of ideas, so he changed the subject to stall for time:

"I didn't realize you were interested in these elegant literary things, Yuehe?"

"There aren't many things worth delving into for a lifetime. In the memories left by the Eclipse Greatsword, the 'me' in this world, after hiding in my own divine kingdom, would sometimes ponder words and adjust my mood."

Taking advantage of this delay, Chu Mingkong's mind raced, and he thought of many things. He said:

"There aren't many people who use snow-capped mountains to express nostalgia, but there are other images used."

"The unchanging sun and moon?" Yuehe said. The cat, not knowing what he was talking about, blinked its big eyes while eating melon seeds.

Aunt Gu had shelled the melon seeds for the two little girls in advance and put them in their sachets so they could eat them whenever they wanted without having to use their baby teeth to chew them.

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The cat grabbed a few grains and placed them near its mother's lips to feed her. Although a little reluctant, Chu Mingkong's share wasn't omitted either.

Chu Mingkong nodded, surprised that Yuehe, a woman with a somewhat domineering aura of a female hero, had actually thought about these romantic and sentimental things.

"Pretty much, but it's usually the moon. The moon looks softer, and there are even more poems associated with it..."

There are many sayings like, "The moon of today is not the moon of old, yet the moon of today once shone on the ancients," and "With a long howl, I turn back to gaze at the mortal world, and think of the bright moon that shone on my old friends."

"Did you hear that from somewhere in Xiling?" Yuehe had heard a lot of complaints from Yongzhen and the others.

"I heard it from the capital, it has nothing to do with Xiling," Chu Mingkong chuckled.

This excuse won't work on Yongzhen and the others, but it might work on Yuehe, since she's never been to the capital.

Yuehe asked without holding back:

"So, you've heard so much, but do you have any of your own poems or elegant works? Besides those poems in 'Jin Xiaomei'?"

...You were reading that tattered book when you were alone in the yard?

"It's all hearsay. If reading something is the same as knowing how to do it, then after reading all those little imperial books, wouldn't I also be able to claim to be a seasoned veteran?"

"But you've read so many imperial books before, and you did manage to write such a wonderful and erotic book, so why is your poetry not good?"

"Oh dear, I already said it wasn't me, I was just a porter..." Chu Mingkong really didn't want her to bring this up again: "The cat's here, don't talk about things that aren't suitable for children!"

Although the cat still didn't quite understand, she cleverly covered her ears, indicating that her father could continue talking to her mother.

Beneath the sea of ​​clouds, amidst the snow-capped mountains.

Three figures, two large and one small, slowly made their way through the area, leaving two rows of footprints, with an extra row of small footprints appearing in the middle at times.

......

Chu Mingkong strolled around with Yuehe for a while, then began preparing to go with Fengying and Zuo Qiuchi to check on the status of the Yin Time Gate.

He made an excuse to go and inquire about Buddhist sites in the vicinity, and then left the snow mountain, asking Yuehe to take the older female relatives to visit various places.

Of course, some preparations still need to be done, such as preparing snacks in advance.

Otherwise, if the cat has nothing to eat and looks for him, Yuehe will just run off to find out his whereabouts, which would be a waste of time.

"Fengying, what's the latest news about the Yin Time Gate? We shouldn't need to buy it now, right?" Chu Mingkong said, carrying his lazy master, who was unwilling to leave the bed, on his back.

"Of course, once you find out this kind of information, you should just buy it."

I even went to several more intelligence brokers to buy information and cross-check it. Do you expect me to come over and settle the bill for reimbursement?

Fengying snapped his fingers, and a geomantic map formed from spiritual energy clearly marked the location indicated by the intelligence.

"I've never been to this place before, Baihua Township... Has the intelligence provider said anything about the current situation?"

"No, the messenger is still on his way. This is a newly emerging situation, and it's only been three to five days, not particularly long."

Otherwise, they would have already sent you a message from the snow-capped mountains informing you of the situation.

"That's true, let's go then, let's try to make the most of our time!"

"Can I say something? It's freezing cold. Why didn't you call Yunhan over? What kind of behavior is this, dragging me out of bed?" Zuo Qiuchi was very upset.

After the drowsiness of spring, the fatigue of summer, and the sleepiness of autumn, winter also provides an excuse for Zuo Qiuchi to "find it hard to leave the bed," supporting his reasons for slacking off.

Chu Mingkong had anticipated this. He took out a silk quilt, draped it over his back, and wrapped her body in it.

"It's not a big problem. I brought your precious blanket with me, Master."

Feng Ying took a few steps back, glanced at him, and commented sharply:

"They look a bit like human traffickers wearing burlap sacks."

"..." Zuo Qiuchi.

Chapter 425 The Secret of the Imperial Palace Reappears?

Baihua Township.

The geographical names of the Crescent Kingdom are quite simple. Generally speaking, you can roughly know what the place has and what its characteristics are just by hearing the name.

Crossing a long mountain ridge felt like crossing a season.

Baihua Township is located in a basin. Once you enter the basin, you will see a vast field of white flowers.

From the nearby plains to the distant hills, the landscape is a tapestry of white flowers and green leaves.

In this place, which is neither too big nor too small, some cultivators gradually approached, while others hurriedly left.

After Chu Mingkong arrived at the place, he stopped a cultivator who was leaving and asked for details:

"What happened? Why are people outside rushing in, while you are leaving?"

The cultivator glanced at the inquirer with suspicion, but after accepting the high-grade spirit stone tossed to him by Feng Ying, he no longer hesitated and spoke his mind:

"You two came here for the Gate of the Underworld, or for something else? Or perhaps you brought someone to see a doctor?"

The cultivator was referring to Zuo Qiuchi, who was lying on Chu Mingkong's back. He was still wrapped in a blanket, and the cultivator absolutely did not believe that he could be considered a healthy person.

Zuo Qiuchi had the idea of ​​teaching this person a lesson, but Chu Mingkong pinched his buttocks and stopped him in time.

Fengying answered on his behalf:

"We're here to see a doctor, and also to take advantage of this Yin Time Gate. With such a large commotion here, there are probably many powerful medical cultivators gathered here. We can use this opportunity to help them."

When Zuo Qiuchi heard Feng Ying's foul mouth and took the opportunity to say that she was sick, she was about to lash out when Chu Mingkong pinched her buttocks again.

The cultivator saw a sudden movement inside the large, bundle-like blanket and thought to himself that the illness was indeed unusual!

"There is indeed that so-called Gate of Yin Time inside, but I don't really know what it is. Anyway, that's what everyone says."

Moreover, many strange, mentally unstable people have inexplicably appeared in Baihua Township, causing a lot of trouble and making it difficult to pay attention to them. In any case, Baihua Township is not a good place right now, so it's best to leave as soon as possible!