Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 333 Do you want to hold a no-obstruction meeting?
"Junior brother, you are too naive. Do you think the royal scandal will be leaked to the outside world? Not to mention him alone, even if I summon a bunch of handsome men to be my lovers, someone will block the news."

"That's right. For most people, if they die, they're dead. It won't cause any trouble. But Senior Sister... didn't the people from Xixia Yipintang tell you who Duan Yu's son is?"

"Who?"

"The son of Dali Crown Prince Duan Zhengchun is the one who will take over his father's position as emperor in the future. You committed adultery with him and even killed him to silence him. This is a very serious diplomatic incident. Do you think you can handle it with your power? It's not a big deal for the Crown Princess to commit adultery with a boy from an ordinary family, but I can already imagine what kind of wonderful stories those nosy storytellers will make up if she captured the crown prince of another country and brought him to the harem to commit adultery."

He...he sold himself to his cheap master again?

Duan Yu endured the heat and looked at the monk sitting on the ice wall with struggling and confused eyes. Is there any master like this? Is there any master like this!

Chu Pingsheng glanced at him, his expression normal and without any guilt.

After all, what the biological father did to his son once, why couldn’t the cheap master do it again?
Li Qiu Shui's face turned ugly.

"You're so mean."

"It's true that Wuyazi likes Li Canghai, but he didn't put it into action. But you... Li Qiushui, after doing something like that, you still want to live a stable life as a royal family? Do you think I, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, am just here to eat dry rice? Not only will I ruin your life, I will also destroy your Xixia." Chu Pingsheng said: "Wuyazi is too cowardly, Wu Xingyun is too kind, at most they just want to kill you, and I... I love to have fun, so, Second Senior Sister, please don't let me down."

After saying that, he used his Crane Controlling Skill and inhaled, and the loose silk clothes on Li Qiu Shui fell into his hands, leaving only her underwear.

"Although she is a little old, she is undoubtedly your Fairy Sister, Duan Yu... What are you waiting for? Look, Master really loves you. Not only did he fulfill his promise and help you find the real Fairy Sister, not a fake like Wang Yuyan, but he also gave you the opportunity to have sex with her."

Hu Chi.

Hu Chi.

Hu Chi.

Duan Yu was panting like a cow, his whole body was red, and sweat was dripping down his fingers.

Li Qiushui was unable to use his power and retreated until he hit the ice wall and had to stop. After struggling for a while, he became cowardly and begged, "Good Junior Brother, I surrender to you, please let me go."

"Junior brother?"

"Master...Master."

"Li Qiushui, I will give you one more chance, and it will be your last chance. If I find out that you have any intention of disloyalty, humph, don't you like handsome young men? I will make you the high and mighty Empress Dowager, the mother of Li Liangzuo, during the day, and at night, you will go to the dilapidated temples and under the bridges to hold open-air meetings and serve those old, ugly beggars and refugees with strong body odor. Well, in this way, they can be regarded as fellow travelers with His Majesty the Emperor..."

"The Empress Dowager has blessed the whole world and brought peace to the people." Chu Pingsheng twirled the Buddhist beads in his hands, with a kind look on his face: "Namo Amitabha, good, good."

The nicknames given to him by the martial artists in the Central Plains were indeed correct; he was truly a demon monk, a wicked monk, and a lewd monk.

Li Qiushui was filled with hatred, but what could she do? The situation was stronger than the person.

Chu Pingsheng gave her a cold look, turned over and jumped down, put his hand on Duan Yu's back and injected a stream of Xuanming true energy into him to help him resist the heat, then raised his hand and pushed open the ice wall, leading the two away.

……

Three days later.

On the official road leading to the border outside Xingqing Prefecture.

The road is full of summer flowers and the sound of horse hooves is urgent.

Chu Pingsheng rode a pure white horse, wore a newly tailored monk's robe, and changed his rosary to chicken-fat yellow beeswax Buddhist beads. He looked like a senior monk and was very eye-catching from a distance. The only thing he had was his monk's shoes, which were old and worn out.

This reminded Duan Yu of the conversation between A Zi and Ruan Xingzhu when he returned to Xiaojing Lake last time. He thought that this cheap master must have done it on purpose. Li Qiushui asked someone to make new clothes for him, but he only changed into monk's robes and Buddhist beads, and left behind his monk's shoes. Sure enough, everything Monk Kongxu did had a purpose.

"Are you still angry at your master for using you to threaten Li Qiushui?"

The white horse slowed down. Chu Pingsheng looked back and spoke calmly.

"..."

Duan Yu did not say anything, but just pulled the reins. The green horse's head swayed left and right a few times and its pace slowed down.

"What did I say when I accepted you as my apprentice in Dali? Did I promise to help you find the Fairy Sister?"

"Yes."

"Is that Wang Yuyan?"

"No."

"Where's Li Qiushui?"

Duan Yu nodded.

Chu Pingsheng laughed: "It should be said that she was not like that before she went to Piaomiao Peak, but she was after she used Master's ointment. Did Master fulfill the promise he made at that time?"

"Did...did it."

Chu Pingsheng asked again: "What is the responsibility of a teacher?" "To teach and enlighten people."

"When you first saw the statue at the Langhuan Blessed Land in Wuliang Mountain, did you expect it to be a living person? What were you thinking at the time?"

Duan Yu said honestly: "At that time I said, Fairy Sister, if you can come back to life and say a word to me, I will die for you a thousand times, ten thousand times, and it will be like entering heaven and being filled with endless joy."

"What about now? Are you still willing to die for her?"

"..."

Duan Yu was speechless.

He thought that Li Qiushui was pure and innocent, as bright as the moon and as shining as the Milky Way. She was like a fairy who had come to the world, not a foolish person from the human world.

However, it turned out that it was all just his fantasy.

At that time, when he got the scroll recording Bei Ming Divine Art and Ling Bo Wei Bu, and saw the message from the Fairy Sister asking him to kill all the disciples of Xiao Yao Sect, he could still fool himself by saying that things have changed and people have changed a lot, Xiao Yao Sect was long gone, and there was no need for an excuse for killing.

What now?
It turns out that his fairy sister is a woman who seduced her nephew to make her husband cheat on her, and then murdered him. She is also greedy for fame and wealth, domineering and power-hungry, and has little moral concept.

The former goddess has now become an old woman who only wears underwear in front of him, beautiful but evil.

"I would like to ask your father's women, are there men around them like you who regard them as fairies?"

"..."

Duan Yu thought of someone—Zhong Wanchou!
Even if Gan Baobao was caught in bed with his father, he would not leave him. This poor guy would never leave.

"So, if I marry your master's wife and ask you to carry the chamber pot, will you still do it?"

"..."

Duan Yu's face looked a little ugly.

He thought about this question for a long time. He used to think that as long as the Fairy Sister was happy, he would be content. But now... he didn't think about it anymore.

"So you see, there are no goddesses or fairies. The people you admire are also greedy, angry, hateful, stupid, dirty and vulgar. The first step for a man to mature is to start from the disillusionment with women." Chu Pingsheng paused and said, "If you go back to Xiaojing Lake again, will you still be lovesick?"

Duan Yu pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"Look, as a monk, I saved a fool in the world. As a master, I helped you grow and cured your lovesickness. Disciple, ask yourself, should you be angry with your master?"

Chu Pingsheng knocked on the horse's belly, and the white horse raised its head and neighed, then moved its four hooves and stepped on the fallen flowers and flew away.

"In the morning, the flowers are in full bloom, and in late spring, the flowers have fallen and the trees are still empty. If flowers are compared to human affairs, flowers and human affairs are the same."

Duan Yu glanced at the green grass and endless flowers on both sides of the official road, and rode away in pursuit.

"Master, wait for me."

……

More than a month later.

South shore of Xiaojing Lake.

The branches and leaves of the birch trees are still green, the willows are still soft by the water, but the low shrubs have turned yellow.

In the pavilion overlooking the lake, there is a zither, a cup of tea, a burner of incense, and two people.

Chu Pingsheng sat cross-legged behind a rosewood desk, with his Buddhist beads on the ground and his harp placed in front of him. His five fingers gently rubbed and plucked the strings, which rang like strings, passing through the forest and following the waves, and drifting away with the wind.

"…It has nothing to do with romance. I am waiting for your reply by writing this preface. As soon as I put my pen to paper, the waves roll by the shore. What is the meaning of love? No matter how I write, it is not right. The only thing I lack is your understanding of my whole life."

"..."

On the north bank of Pinghu Lake, Mu Wanqing pinned her skirt behind her and rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, revealing her tender arms as she washed clothes in the cool water.

The sound of the piano rang in his ears, and his hands moved slower and slower. He stared blankly at the waterside pavilion, not understanding why that unpredictable guy suddenly had the urge to play the piano again, and his performance improved every day. In less than half a month, he had achieved such accomplishments.

Squeak.

The small window overlooking the lake was opened. Ruan Xingzhu was wearing a light gauze and resting her head on her jade hands. She tilted her ear to the south and gradually became fascinated by what she was listening to. On the wooden table in front of her were needles and thread, awls, cloth and scissors for making shoes.

"Uncle Master, this piece of music... was composed by you?"

It was not until the end of the song and after a while that Kang Guangling, who was standing behind Chu Pingsheng, came back to his senses. He looked at the piano and the person in front of him with a face full of shock.

(End of this chapter)