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

Chu Mingkong felt he had to speak, and he looked troubled:

"Then let me say something. This marriage contract didn't specify one of you, did it? It only said that it's a marriage between people of this generation. So if you two are both included in this marriage contract, I can barely accept it!"

"You're feeling wronged now, aren't you?" Zuo Qiuchi pinched one of his cheeks, then said to Zuo Donglu, "Donglu, pinch his other cheek."

Zuo Donglu blinked, then reached out and pinched Chu Mingkong's cheek, but not as hard as Zuo Qiuchi, just a symbolic, light tug.

"Then... is this engagement still valid, or not considered dissolved?" she asked.

"Well, Aunt Donglu, you actually quite like lively atmospheres, right? Since you like lively atmospheres, then we'll all accompany you in the future and help you completely take control of your destiny."

"Thank you and Qiu Chi."

"Don't be so polite, there's no need to thank me~" Zuo Qiuchi hugged his younger sister.

"And another thing, how did Mingkong enter my Heart Tribulation Illusion? He said he would explain it to me."

"We'd have to take their clothes off to explain this!"

Chapter Sixty-Three: Even the Master Has His Thin Skin

It's worth mentioning that Chu Mingkong's request for an explanation meant providing an account and resolution for the future, such as, "reluctantly" persuading her to make do and live together as they are now.

However, Zuo Donglu seems to have truly understood this "explanation" as an explanation of how she entered her mental illusion at that time.

Zuo Qiuchi could guess what was going on, and he was too lazy to ask further. However, according to the normal mindset of a cultivator, the Heart Tribulation Illusion was not a place that one could enter at will.

Since it is a personal tribulation, under normal circumstances, it can only be overcome by the person involved through their own enlightenment. No external thing can help. Strengthening oneself is the only way. Otherwise, so many cultivators would not have fallen under their own mental tribulations.

Even Zuo Donglu's master couldn't overcome his own tribulation in the Sword Immortal realm. After failing, he was left with internal injuries and soon passed away, leaving only his sword intent as a trace of his past existence.

Now that his sword intent is gone, the remains that were filled into the Guardian Sword Domain may serve as proof of his existence before they are "exhausted".

In short, Zuo Donglu was genuinely curious about how Chu Mingkong had managed to do that. She still remembered how he ran into the mourning hall and pressed down on the lid of her grandfather's coffin.

"An explanation should be given with your mouth, so why take off your clothes...?" Zuo Donglu asked, puzzled.

Zuo Qiuchi sighed, thinking that this matter was inevitable in the future, so he let Chu Mingkong do as he pleased.

Chu Mingkong had also obtained permission from his master's treasure before continuing:

"Explanations can also be conveyed through body language. Why don't you just demonstrate? But I should be able to help you too."

His fingers formed a sword incantation, driving Zuo Donglu's hairpins to become flying swords. The hairpins coiled at the back of Zuo Donglu's head flew out, meeting her astonished gaze. These hairpins nimbly weaved through the buttons of her clothes, loosening her dress.

Her fair, snow-white skin was so smooth that it couldn't hold the delicate fabric. It floated down her arms along with the shoulder straps of her bodice, revealing her large, smooth breasts. Even if you used both hands, it would be difficult to hold one of them.

Zuo Donglu and Zuo Qiuchi are remarkably similar in every way, even their chests are equally broad. If one were to pinpoint a difference, aside from their hair color, perhaps the most significant difference would be in their legs. Zuo Qiuchi's snow-white legs are more fleshy, firm and supple to the touch, exuding a restrained yet powerful beauty, while Zuo Donglu's snow-white legs are proportionally longer. Coupled with the fitted and curvaceous sword robe of the Sword Emperor Dynasty, Zuo Donglu's long, straight, jade-like legs are the first thing that catches the eye at first glance.

"You've also cultivated flying swords? How can you directly control my hairpin?"

Zuo Donglu's hairpin was refined and bears her mark. Unless one's swordsmanship is far superior to hers, it would be difficult to seize control of her flying sword.

"This is most likely some kind of evil technique he practiced, which he stole from you, Donglu. He even managed to steal the influence of your destiny... Hey!"

Zuo Qiuchi glared at him, because Chu Mingkong controlled the hairpin to pass through her inner garment, completely opening the already rumpled collar.

Chu Mingkong gave a forced smile, showing no intention of admitting his mistake. He then hugged Zuo Qiuchi and placed him on Zuo Donglu's lap.

"Last time you ran away with Aunt Donglu, this time I'm afraid you'll sneak away again, so I'll be on guard~ Aunt Donglu, please keep an eye on her for me."

Zuo Qiuchi wanted to turn back and teach his traitor a lesson, to give him another slap on the forehead with a cucumber, but Zuo Donglu actually did as he said and reached out to hug Zuo Qiuchi's slender waist.

"Donglu, you're turning your back on me way too quickly. I'd rather be closer to you!" Zuo Qiuchi felt betrayed.

Two stunningly beautiful women embraced face to face, their breasts and voluptuous figures facing each other. Zuo Qiuchi's proud and fiery back was exposed to Chu Mingkong, her wasp waist and plump hips were graceful and alluring, and every inch of her skin radiated a bright and lustrous glow.

"You should also be able to try to master the techniques I have, right? Back then, it was through this technique of harmony between men and women that I escaped into your mental illusion. It was a great help, how could it be an evil technique?"

Chu Mingkong embraced the two soft, fragrant bodies, greedily and irresistibly caressing and stroking them. He turned his face to look at his aunt's elegant and charming face, a captivating blush rising on her cheeks, her rosy cheeks beautiful and moving. Her clear, bright eyes were looking at him with a wavering and trembling gaze.

He was initially captivated by the allure of his master's back, but upon seeing Aunt Donglu's gaze, he realized he had to restrain himself.

Soon, Zuo Donglu felt a force penetrate deep into her mind. The familiar feeling quickly spread to her limbs and bones. Her consciousness did not remember this feeling, but her body remembered it. Her beautiful legs curled up tightly and hugged Chu Mingkong.

As Chu Mingkong had said, Zuo Donglu did indeed perceive a lot of unfamiliar "knowledge".

Her insights into the cultivation of various weapons surfaced in her mind, along with various strange picture books that recorded bizarre cultivation postures for men and women, and even insights into the control of extreme Yin power. However, Zuo Donglu inadvertently touched upon the wounds related to the Abyss.

The pain from the terrible injury quickly pierced her nerves. The woman, who was usually calm, bit her red lips with her pearly teeth. Although she tried to endure it, she was still pierced by the pain of the impact on her consciousness and let out a muffled groan of "Ah~".

Looking at Donglu's reaction in his arms, Zuo Qiuchi felt a subtle and complex mix of emotions, a sense of relief mixed with a slight disappointment.

Donglu is not like Xiao Yunhan. She was not ashamed when she almost made a fire back then, but if she showed a strange expression in front of her sister whom she had reunited with after many years, even someone as thick-skinned as her would find it hard to bear. She was just worried that Chu Mingkong would want to hit the wooden fish again. What should she do then?

But watching Donglu gradually lose her senses and drift away from the pain brought on by the Abyss Wound, and just holding her and waiting, I felt rather strange.

Suddenly, Chu Mingkong's hands reached out from behind Zuo Qiuchi and cupped her smooth, pink cheeks.

"It's a little hot, how rare! It's rare to see you blush even when you're with your beloved Master."

"Get out! I was just feeling hot from the winter dew!" Zuo Qiuchi was furious.

Chu Mingkong then picked up her exquisite body and placed her face to face next to Zuo Donglu, their faces so close that their noses could touch:

"Well, I want to chant Buddhist scriptures and strike the wooden fish to help you, my precious Master, pass on to the afterlife."

"I want to twist your things into a pretzel!"

"Haha~"

Chu Mingkong smiled slyly, and still chose to calmly embrace her, savoring the feelings and sensations he hadn't had time to experience in the great formation.

"It feels like I've been waiting for a long time. I almost couldn't resist several times before, and I don't know what I was waiting for. Now that I've hugged it, I just feel like I've been too late!"

"Shut up, keep tapping your wooden fish, why are you talking so much nonsense..."

Chapter Sixty-Five: Aunt Winter Dew's Wonderful Metaphor

......

After emptying the magazine, Chu Mingkong found himself calmer than he had imagined. He was probably just getting used to the excitement and thrill he had felt from repeatedly taking advantage of others.

However, it's more likely that he was in a calm state after emptying the magazine. If he wasn't excited, he wouldn't have emptied it to the point of physical and mental exhaustion.

"Speaking of which, Aunt Donglu, what are you doing..." Chu Mingkong looked at the woman in his arms with a strange and helpless expression.

Zuo Donglu didn't lie down on her own initiative. Instead, Chu Mingkong took the time to rest and boldly embraced her. He wanted to cover up the fact that he had spent all his energy on his master's precious treasure. He wanted to tell his aunt with a hug that he cared about her just as much, even if he had only given her his attention once. His feelings would not be diminished by the number of times he had done so!

When Zuo Donglu woke up, she found herself resting her head on Chu Mingkong's shoulder, so she simply lay there.

Now, she is holding up her index and middle fingers, forming a sword incantation, and remotely manipulating Chu Mingkong's weary sword handle, as if she were manipulating a joystick, making it spin.

This was the first time Chu Mingkong, the person involved, had ever felt the sensation of being "controlled by a sword," as if an invisible little hand was holding him.

It's not bad, but it's strange.

"Let's observe how the Harmony Technique operates here while we're using the sword..."

Chu Mingkong gave up on agonizing over the matter and let her study it for fun. He turned to look at his beloved Shizun on the other side. She had one hand drooping over her pretty face, her slightly parted red lips constantly panting, her chest heaving. He was holding her other hand, their fingers intertwined.

Zuo Qiuchi is still conscious, but he doesn't have the time or inclination to chat.

Chu Mingkong decided to leave her alone for the time being, but a question arose in his mind, so he asked Zuo Donglu:

"Aunt Donglu, when did you wake up?"

He remembered that not long after he held Zuo Donglu in his arms, she started playing "Sword Control".

"When you took Qiu Chi away from me, I saw you were busy and didn't wake up."

You're quite considerate... So you secretly watched the whole thing from the sidelines, right?

Chu Mingkong's guilty conscience resurfaced. Wouldn't this comparison make Zuo Donglu think he was just being perfunctory? She was thinking about chanting the wooden fish all the time.

Although it is true that he was not forced to do so within the great formation, this should be the first time he had given his master's precious child a direct injection, so naturally he was eager and eager.

While he was still trying to figure out how to explain himself, Zuo Donglu lifted her soft, fragrant body, which was curvaceous and shapely, off his shoulder. She leaned down slightly and looked at Zuo Qiuchi's condition, her gaze sweeping from top to bottom.

As she leaned forward, Zuo Donglu's exquisitely beautiful and plump breasts almost pressed against his face, swaying in front of his eyes, making him dizzy and amazed.

"Qiu Chi," Zuo Donglu called softly.

Zuo Qiuchi originally didn't want to say anything, but since he was called upon, he had to respond:

"......what?"

"You're like a jar filled with thick, white paste right now."

"Ok?"

Zuo Qiuchi made a puzzled sound, not quite understanding what she meant, and then she heard Zuo Donglu continue.

"Then there was a hole in the front and a hole in the back of the jar, and rice paste was flowing out from the two holes... a lot of it."

"..."

Zuo Qiuchi was speechless, choked by his sister's words.

If Xiao Yunhan, that cold and fiery woman, had said these words, she would have been sarcastic with a cold face. But when Zuo Donglu said these words, she was basically expressing her feelings and there was no sarcasm in them.

This made Zuo Qiuchi even more at a loss for words, so he could only cover his face and continue to play dead.

Chu Mingkong chuckled to himself, thinking, "Even my darling master can't be shameless in front of Zuo Donglu!"

For Zuo Qiuchi's sake, Chu Mingkong didn't want his aunt to continue to indulge her curiosity. He took the opportunity to grab the pink ball dangling in front of him, and then heard Zuo Donglu let out a soft cry, her willow eyebrows trembling with restraint.

He pulled Zuo Donglu back into his arms, and before he could ask any silly questions to change the subject, he heard Zuo Donglu ask first:

"Mingkong, what is Qiuchi's Heart Tribulation Illusion? How did you help her break free from it? It took quite a bit of time..."

Now that we have this kind of relationship, there's no need to hide anything.

Just as Chu Mingkong was about to speak, Zuo Qiuchi interrupted again, and she perked up a bit:

"Donglu, tell me about your Heart Tribulation Illusion first!"

Zuo Qiuchi was really finding it hard to bear to tell her sister about how she had held hands with this traitorous disciple and gone shopping in the illusion.

Therefore, I wanted to let Zuo Donglu tell me about her embarrassing experience in the illusion first. Once you've finished expressing your embarrassment, you'll be more accepting of what I have to say.

Chu Mingkong knew her plan and spoke up for Zuo Donglu.