Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 321 Tong Lao: This bastard actually wants to take me in?
a few days later.

Western Xia Kingdom, Lingzhou.

This place is close to the capital of Western Xia. The streets are crowded with people and lined with shops, giving it the feel of a big city.

Hunters with fox skins draped over their shoulders, carrying baskets and selling dry goods; slicked-back hawkers selling rouge and powder; waiters reeking of cooking oil, greeting foreign merchants who come in to eat; strong laborers leading donkeys loaded with goods, shouting "Excuse me", with the smell of sweat wafting through their noses from a distance of three feet; occasionally, you can see people from the martial arts world armed with swords driving away children playing and blocking their way.

A carriage drove towards the Yuelai Inn at the end of the road, followed by Wu Lao Da, Duanmu Yuan, Ge Erxian and others. Further behind were several warriors from the Yipintang of Western Xia. It was said that it was the princess' order for Helian Tieshu to keep a close eye on unfamiliar martial artists.

Chu Pingsheng was lying in the carriage, with a light yellow summer quilt underneath him and a bamboo fan in his arms for cooling off. Wu Xingyun, who looked only seven or eight years old, was sitting behind him, fanning him with a large round fan with a picture of a lady on it.

"The bamboos smell fragrant in the wind, but it's a pity that the summer is too long."

He picked up a purple grape with water drops on it and put it into his mouth. He turned sideways, pointed at his thigh and said, "Stop slapping. Come and give your son a leg massage."

Wu Xingyun's grip on the fan handle loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, wishing he could turn the fan in his hand into a palm knife so that he could chop off his head and body with one blow, and let blood splatter the carriage.

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear me?" Chu Pingsheng pointed at his thigh without even turning his head, "Is this how you treat your master when you are on Piaomiao Peak?"

Wu Xingyun suppressed her resentment, lifted her skirt, walked to the back, knelt down, stretched out a pair of pink little fists, and gently punched his legs.

Chu Pingsheng picked up a grape and threw it at her, hitting her on the forehead.

"Didn't you eat breakfast? Push harder."

Wu Xingyun lowered his head and looked submissive, and used a lot more force, but who would have thought that he would be hit by another purple grape in a moment.

"It's heavy."

When she looked up, she subconsciously wanted to curse, but she held back in the end.

"What are you looking at? If you look at me again, I will sell you to a brothel. Have you seen those sweaty coolies? I will make you serve them every day."

As he said this, the carriage happened to pass by a brothel. There was a plaque with lace on a red background and three large gold-plated characters "Yingchunfang" inscribed on it. Big red lanterns swayed slowly from the eaves. As it was almost noon, the girls were all resting. The door below was closed. A few beggars in rags, with their chests exposed and their dirty bare feet, were leaning against the corner of the wall. From time to time, they would glance up at the window through which bursts of fragrance wafted, with a vulgar look on their faces.

He must be killed! He must be killed! He must be killed!

He almost drove Heroine Wu crazy.

Call...

The carriage stopped and Duan Yu lifted the veil: "Brother, Boss Wu said it's too hot. Let's rest in the inn for a while. It won't be too late to continue our journey when the weather is cooler."

"There are so many problems."

Chu Pingsheng muttered something, jumped out of the car, and walked towards the inn in front with the newly hired maid.

Wu Lao Da and Duanmu Yuan were unhappy when they heard this. It was a hot day, and he was naturally not afraid of the heat with his icy kung fu. What about others? They hurried on their way in the middle of the day, and half of them would die of heat before they reached Piaomiao Peak.

Madam Li approached the two of them and pointed at the Xixia Yipintang warriors who had been following them all the way: "These people are so annoying."

Boss Wu said: "Fortunately we are acting separately. If we went to Lingjiu Palace together, I'm afraid we would be surrounded by the Xixia army before we even got there."

……

After the meal.

The vegetable garden behind Yuelai Inn.

Yeah.

The door moved slightly, and a little girl in a white dress pushed open a gap and squeezed into the yard. She tiptoed two steps and saw the chicken coop made of wooden strips and hemp ropes. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she walked quickly forward, grabbed the most majestic rooster inside, twisted its neck and broke it hard, and the rooster, which was kicking and screaming, died instantly.

She didn't have time to clean the chicken feathers, so she bit the rooster's neck. She felt the warm chicken blood flowing into her mouth and hummed comfortably.

From the age of six, she began to practice the Eternal Spring Skill, one of the three major internal skills of the Xiaoyao Sect. This skill was not suitable for women to practice, but she was strong-willed and coveted the power of the skill, so she did not take Xiaoyaozi's words to heart and insisted on practicing this skill - this can be seen from the fact that Li Qiushui only dared to cause trouble when she regained her youth, and usually hid in the Western Xia Palace.

Later, as his skills improved, his problems became more and more obvious. The Yang Qi in his body became too strong, and his three burners became out of balance. He had to rely on sucking blood to replenish the Yin Qi in his body to maintain balance during his reincarnation every thirty years. If he did not suck blood for a long time, he would die of excess qi.

Boss Wu captured her from Piaomiao Peak. After a few days, she was used as a maid by You Tanzhi. After a few more days, if she didn't suck blood, she would soon be unable to hold on.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice that made her scalp tingle sounded behind her, and the rooster in her hand disappeared. Looking up, she saw the guy who was supposed to be sleeping with Zhou Gong standing less than three feet away from her, looking at the dead rooster in his hand with disgust.

"I thought you had sneaked away again like you did outside Yanzhou City last time."

Wu Xingyun's eyebrows were knitted tightly together, and her childish face was bitter. Three days ago, they camped outside Yanzhou City. She took advantage of You Tanzhi and Duan Yu sleeping soundly, and Wu Lao Da and Duanmu Yuan drunk, and quietly slipped away. However, she had only run more than three miles when the big black dog raised by the two immortals of Yulin Goulou and Ge followed the scent and caught up with her. In the end, she was caught by You Tanzhi, who spanked her butt for a whole incense stick. Her butt was so swollen that she couldn't even sit down. The swelling only subsided yesterday. Since then, she has not dared to escape.

"I don't think I'm hungry, am I? Why did you run to the backyard of the inn to steal chickens and drink chicken blood? What kind of perverted hobby is this?" Chu Pingsheng frowned and asked in a fake tone.

Wu Xingyun's body trembled slightly, and she felt a heat traveling along the Sanjiao meridian. Her skin began to turn red, her face began to feel hot, and sweat kept pouring out of her pores. Without drinking blood, she could still hold on for a day or two. Just now, after taking a mouthful of blood, she couldn't help but use her mental skills, and her Yang energy poured out like a flood. However, after just a few swallows, the big rooster was snatched away by the damn You Tanzhi. Once the yin and cold blood was cut off, the Yang and fire surged. How could her body feel good?
She didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. She reached out to grab the rooster like a child whose favorite toy was taken away. But she was too short. She couldn't reach Chu Pingsheng's neck even on tiptoe. He raised his hand, and she jumped and jumped, but could only reach a little bit of fur.

"Hey, you can't reach it, you can't reach it."

The boy thought it was funny and teased her on purpose.

In the past, for the great Tianshan Tonglao, it would be easy for her to shoot down an eagle flying in the sky, let alone a seven-foot-tall dead rooster.

Kill him, kill him, you must kill him!

Even if you grind your bones to dust, it will not make the hatred in your heart go away.

Wu Xingyun was already suffering from Yin deficiency, and when he got angry, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body softened, his eyes blurred, and he collapsed to the ground. Before he lost consciousness, he saw a figure approaching him and waving his hand.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Can't you even take a joke? Why are you so stubborn? Look at you, you vomited a lot of blood, all over your body. It's a pity that you can't keep your nice white dress anymore."

That’s what I said!

Wu Xingyun became anxious again, his eyes turned black, and he completely lost consciousness.

……

Fragrant, the light sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance wafts into the mouth and nose, making people feel at ease, soothing and relaxing.

The comfort coming from the body makes people feel like they are in the clouds, floating in the air, and they can't help but moan.

However, the sound rushed to his throat, but was suppressed by Wu Xingyun. He woke up suddenly and looked around with his eyes opened.

A simple wooden bed, a simple gauze curtain, a relatively clean old dressing table, and a bronze mirror with a cloud pattern and a little green embroidery on the edge next to the empty dressing box.

Didn’t I faint from anger?
She will die if she doesn't suck blood.

Thinking of this, she realized that something was wrong with her body. The restless Yang energy seemed to be suppressed. An extremely cold true energy was dormant in the Sanjiao meridian, neutralizing the extreme Yang energy generated by practicing the Changchun Gong, which could bring eternal youth.

Who did it?
He actually possessed such a cold inner force that he could even overpower the most yang and powerful Eternal Spring Qi? You have to know that even though he only has the power of an eight or nine-year-old, the quality of the Eternal Spring Qi is there, and ordinary ice-attributed Qi can't do this.

She was in a coma when Chu Pingsheng used the "Ice Hell" of the Mysterious Dark Palm to defeat the masters of the thirty-six islands and seventy-two caves, so it was normal for her to be unable to understand for a while.

The internal injuries have been suppressed, so...

At this time, she made another shocking discovery. The faint sweet osmanthus fragrance just now came from her body. Someone gave her a bath and applied sweet osmanthus dew on her body. Even her underwear was changed to a light green tube top with small white flowers.

Squeak.

With the sound of the door opening, a man walked in from outside, holding a tea tray in his hand. In the middle of the tray was a set of celadon tea sets. Next to it was a small lotus leaf-edged plate with a few mung bean cakes sprinkled with sesame seeds.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Chu Pingsheng put the tea tray on the table in front of the bed, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it over: "The shopkeeper uses the secret southern craftsmanship to make herbal tea. It is refreshing and can quench your thirst. Would you like to have a cup? It tastes great."

Wu Xingyun did not answer it. Instead, she climbed up from the bed, pinching the bra that was pressed against her body, with a questioning look on her face.

Chu Pingsheng put down the green glaze cup and nodded generously: "Yes, I changed it for you."

She pointed to her bare shoulders again and stared at the small jar of osmanthus extract on the dressing table.

"Yes, I was the one who cleaned your body. You vomited so much blood, it was so dirty."

Wu Xingyun's mouth moved again and again, and there came a clattering sound of teeth grinding from it. Suddenly, he pounced on Chu Pingsheng like a monkey and slapped him in the face.

A little kid of seven or eight years old, with only limited martial arts skills, couldn't use any of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm or Tianshan Zhemei Hand. Chu Pingsheng grabbed her with his backhand, held her under the armpit, and slapped her on the buttocks several times.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

"Not only did I save your life, I also gave you a bath and changed your clothes. I am a servant serving my master, but you are still unhappy? Are you still angry? Do you think I should be beaten?"

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

After a few slaps, his butt turned red again.

Wu Xingyun was held by her, pushing and shoving with her hands, her eyes were red and tears were in her eyes.

She never thought that a man in his nineties could be made to cry by a teenager.

Perhaps seeing that her struggles were getting weaker and weaker, Chu Pingsheng threw her back onto the bed.

"Eh, you're crying?"

He tried to twist her face and she tried desperately to hide, but it was all in vain.

"No way, you're just an eight or nine-year-old kid." Chu Pingsheng picked up the bronze mirror on the dressing table, pointed at the mirror, then pointed at her chest, and rolled his eyes: "See, you're flatter than it. I'm not interested in you even if you give me money. Why are you so shy? Wait until you grow up a few more years, little sister."

Wu Xingyun scratched his head like a madman, and his long hair suddenly became a mess.

You want to kill him, you want revenge, you can't speak, you can't curse.

You want to kill him, you want revenge, you can't speak, you can't curse.

……

After doing this several times, Wu Xingyun finally suppressed his emotions and regained his composure.

Chu Pingsheng pulled a round stool over and sat down, then changed the subject: "Now answer me honestly, what's going on with that heat in your body?"

(End of this chapter)