Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature.

Chapter 206: Jade Feet Under the Bed! (5k for subscription and monthly ticket)
Late at night, in a teahouse, six storytellers gathered together, each with a different look on their face, two of them were the most eye-catching.

Because their noses are all crooked, completely crooked.

"That beast Duan Lao Mo actually created a chivalrous storyteller who spreads lies all day long to confuse the people and disturb their minds!"

"The worst thing is that they destroyed our place. Look at my handsome nose, it's crooked."

"Don't panic, everyone. These are just a few new storytellers who don't know the rules of storytelling. If we really want to compete in storytelling and ruthlessness, who can we bloodthirsty storytellers be afraid of?" said an elderly storyteller.

"Lao Zhang, you don't know, this new storyteller created by the old devil is very evil. My teahouse is right next to his, and the one with the best business is the one who tells stories for the old devil." The man with the crooked nose cried.

"What? This new storyteller tells stories better than us?"

"Not only does he do better business than us, he is also better at deceiving people than us. As we listen, some people say that they are infected by the supreme chivalrous spirit and want to promote chivalrous deeds and fight against evil, as if Duan Lao Mo is a hero and we are the bad guys who framed him."

"This bunch of pig-dog listeners are nothing more than a bunch of simple-minded idiots! They don't listen to the facts told by us bloodthirsty storytellers, but instead listen to the lies of Duan Lao Mo's people!"

"Yes, Old Demon Duan has been a scourge to the martial arts world, and now he wants to turn black into white. People like him should be struck to death by thunder! He confuses right and wrong, and causes and consequences! It makes me so angry!
I have been telling stories for half my life, and I have never encountered anything like this.”

An old man said with great sorrow.

"Is there no one going to kill those chivalrous storytellers who are spreading rumors to confuse the public and set things right? If we allow these people to continue to spread nonsense, will there be any rules left in this martial arts world?"

Another storyteller seemed to be extremely angry and said while holding his mad liver.

They are bloodthirsty storytellers and have never had any rivals in this line of work. Who would have expected that Old Demon Duan would come up with such a new thing that would make them so frustrated.

He felt so moved that he wanted to splash blood all over his body and kill these storytellers who were arguing for the old devil!

At this time, the man with the crooked nose said, "No, the leader of the storytellers is a woman who has been infused with magic power by the old demon Duan. Ordinary people can't beat her unless they are extremely skilled."

"But these days, which well-known master dares to provoke Duan Lao Mo! Duan Lao Mo's heart is smaller than a needle tip. First, the family of Zhu Xiang and Zhu Heimian was pissed and killed, and then the Lei Gong and Lei Mu sect in our Leizhou were all wiped out.

I think the Leizhou people were once famous in the nine provinces, but now they have become rare objects. If we are not careful, they will disappear from the Leizhou Jianghu Chronicles. "

At this point, the six storytellers fell silent.

At this time, the old man analyzed: "What is their biggest weakness now? Everyone should remember that we are the orthodox storytellers in the world, and no one can take it away from us!"

Crooked Nose said: "From the looks of it now, they are still few in number and their power is a little weak."

"Old Demon Duan is determined to set up a storyteller organization to oppose us and the justice and fairness of the world! We have tens of thousands of bloodthirsty storytellers, and as long as we increase our efforts, we will drown them with our saliva!"

"That's right! We, the bloodthirsty storytellers, are the orthodox storytellers in the world. We can say that good cannot prevail over evil. They are just a handful of people, yet they dare to argue for the notorious one. Then we will intensify our efforts and make them become like the old devil, despised and spurned!"

"Yes, the person who listened to the book should also be severely punished. He has a pig brain and did not listen to the facts we told him, but was bewitched by the old devil Duan!"

At this time, the old man had already wrapped himself in a red silk scarf, and the rest of the people followed suit.

"Then let's contact the organization and get started!"

"Let these old devil storytellers die in Leizhou!"

For a moment, the eyes of the six storytellers wearing red scarves on their heads were filled with bloodthirstiness.
Huangshan, Huangshan Sword School.

Sun Bukong lay under the dark bed, feeling an inexplicable nervousness.

Logically, he shouldn't be so nervous.

He is a thief, a very famous thief.

People in the martial arts world say that he has seventy-one transformations and can change into any number of things in an instant. Even if he is right in front of you, it is difficult for you to spot him.

This is an exaggeration, but it also proves from the side that his stealing skills are indeed superb.

Sun Bukong was very modest, but he never denied his superb stealing skills. For a while, he even wanted to compete with the thief saint Bai Yutang and the thief leader Chu Tianqing.

After all, he once stole the bellyband of a concubine in the palace when the emperor was making love with the concubine.

He could come and go so freely even to the emperor's sleeping place, so naturally he was very confident about being a thief.

This is also the reason why he dared to come to Huangshan Sword Sect.

In the Qinglong incident, a total of six dragon essences appeared in the world, two of which were transformed into little dragon men and disappeared. Of the remaining four, Hongta Mountain and Yuxu Palace each got one, and only Huangshan Sword Sect got two.

Don't be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing you.

Even though the Huangshan Sword Sect is a big sect in the martial arts world with a profound foundation, it still attracted many of Sun Bukong's colleagues to come and fight.

Without exception, those mediocre people all failed and disappeared after entering the Huangshan Sword Sect.

This is probably where he lost his life.

Sun Bukong was very confident, so he came.

He didn't want much, just one.

As a shrewd old thief, the first place Sun Bukong came to was the bedroom of the headmaster’s wife, Zhao Ling.

Both dragon essences were obtained by Zhao Ling. According to his inference, the dragon essence might be hidden in this woman's bedroom.

Even if it's not here, there should be some clues.

Sure enough, Sun Bukong found some clues.

But he was unlucky. When he was about to leave, he heard a woman's voice outside.

The voice sounded quite gentle, but it carried a hint of evil.

As soon as Sun Bukong heard it, he knew it was the voice of Zhao Ling, the wife of the headmaster of Huangshan Sword Sect.

Ordinary sword cultivators definitely don't have this kind of momentum.

Sun Bukong was an expert in light Kung Fu and stealing skills, and was also an expert in sexual intercourse. He was an expert in both stealing things and people, but he knew that he was no match for the headmaster's wife.

It is said that women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can sit on the ground and suck dirt at fifty. Then women like Zhao Ling are even more extraordinary.

So he hid himself under the bed, dressed in black, blending into the shadows, and used the "turtle breathing technique" to make him seem like he had really become a part of the ground.

Even the most top-notch masters would find it difficult to detect his concealment skills, which is why he can come and go freely in a place like the imperial palace.

This method was derived from the "Great Izuru Ninjutsu" he learned from a Fuso ronin in his early years, and was later integrated with his bone shrinking technique, turtle breathing technique and other magical skills, making it "infallible."

But he didn't know whether it was because he hadn't done any major stealing for a year and his skills had become a little rusty, or whether the wife of the headmaster of the Huangshan Sword Sect who had obtained two Dragon Essences was indeed worthy of fear, but he was actually a little nervous for the first time in a long time.

At this time, he not only used the "Turtle Breathing Technique", but even weakened his heartbeat to the extreme, to prevent this tiny beat from attracting the attention of this master-level expert.

With a creak, the door opened.

What appeared in Sun Bukong's eyes was a pair of beautiful feet.

The foot was wearing a purple embroidered shoe. The instep was very white without a single blemish. From here, it looked like white snow on a purple flower.

Sun Bukong, who has seen countless women, naturally knows the beauty of this kind of feet.

But he still didn't move, not even his heart moved.

Because these feet are beautiful, but the owner of these feet is very terrible.

Zhao Ling, wife of the headmaster of Huangshan Sword Sect, is such a woman.

At this time, there was a sound of "da", and a circle of purple ripples appeared on the ground.

Those were the bellyband and dress that Zhao Ling was wearing.

In other words, the woman is now naked, with only the pair of purple embroidered shoes on her feet left.

This slut!

Sun Bukong continued to remain absolutely calm; even the blood flowing in his body became slow, not emitting too much aura.

At this time, the headmaster's wife Zhao Ling slowly walked to the bedside, getting closer and closer to Sun Bukong.

Sun Bukong could even smell the scent coming from her feet.

For a moment, these feet seemed to have a great and strange attraction, as if they could hook his soul away.

Although Sun Bukong was watching, due to his professionalism, there was still no change.

There was no difference between him and the ground under the bed at this moment.

The next moment, the wooden board above sank slightly, and Zhao Ling lay on it without clothes.

At this time, Sun Bukong dared not move anymore, and even felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

It was as if the master's wife's body temperature could penetrate through the bed.

Even Sun Bukong felt some pressure in this situation.

Strange pressure.

The headmaster's wife, who was only wearing purple embroidered shoes, was a woman as fierce as a wolf and a tiger, and as ruthless as a tiger. This woman was really very tempting to a man.

If this was just a lady who wasn't so special, he might have crawled out from under the bed, and while the other party wasn't able to react, he would have satisfied his desire while saying something like "Madam, you don't want to get hurt wearing only your shoes."

But now he doesn't dare.

He is no match for this woman.

His sudden appearance in front of the naked Zhao Ling might give him a momentary advantage, but after that, he would be the one to die.

He was originally confident that as long as he created some distance, he could escape with his superb martial arts skills, but now he is not so confident anymore.

This woman seemed to have a strange magic that made it difficult for him to guess her depth.

There was no more movement on the bed, only the sound of even breathing could be heard.

Could it be that Mrs. Zhao has fallen asleep?
But Sun Bukong still didn't dare to move.

He had already prepared for a protracted war and was very patient.

He would never take action until this difficult lady left.

At this time, Sun Bukong frowned slightly because he heard a little sound. Then, with a creak, the window opened a little.

The next moment, a pair of dark blue sword boots appeared in Sun Bukong's eyes.

The only man who could enter Madam Zhao’s room like this could be Madam Zhao’s husband, Chen Sanjue, the head of the Huangshan Sword Sect.

But he remembered that Chen Sanjue was in seclusion.

Yes, it was his wife Zhao Ling who had always been active in the martial arts world, even when they were trying to snatch the Dragon Yuan.

Has he already left the country?
But why did he go through the window?
Yes, why would the head of a sect go back to his room through the window?

And on the bed, Mrs. Zhao Ling did not react at all.

At this time, the owner of the boots suddenly said, "Master's wife, I'm here."

Hearing this, Sun Bukong was a little confused.

Not Chen Sanjue!
Thinking of Zhao Ling lying naked on the bed, he became even more confused.

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"What are you waiting for?"

On the bed, Zhao Ling's voice was soon heard, cold but with a hint of temptation.

It's like a ball of fire wrapped in ice.

"Yes!"

The disciple answered very respectfully and behaved very obediently. He quickly took off his robe and climbed up. Sun Bukong felt the bed board sink slightly again.

After that, there was a continuous shaking and pressure above my head.

Sun Bukong didn't even dare to breathe, for he was afraid that the bed would sink too violently and crush him.

Then he might be discovered!
It was too late for him to use his bone-shrinking skill, because the movement of his skill might be discovered by Mrs. Zhao.

Sun Bukong had seen a lot of things in the world and had even witnessed the emperor and the imperial concubine doing this kind of thing many times. But this time, when he hid under the bed, it was the most exciting and bizarre experience in his life.

He actually caught the wife of the headmaster of Huangshan Sword Sect having an affair!
Still stealing disciples!
I was still under the bed where they were doing it!
The noise on the bed gradually died down, and then Zhao Ling's voice was heard - "Go away, don't let anyone see us."

"understood."

This man, who should be Zhao Ling's disciple, quickly put on his clothes and left through the window.

But at this time, Sun Bukong discovered a very strange scene.

That is, he saw another boot.

A dark red boot.

The boot was just outside the crack of the door, sticking there for who knows how long. Looking from under the bed, it gave people a sense of horror.

You have to know that as a thief, Sun Bukong has very sharp ears, especially when he is close to the ground, he can detect any movement very early.

For example, he had noticed the man in dark blue sword boots before he pushed the window open, and he could even tell the strength of the other party's light body skills.

But he never found this red boot!

Even though the noise on the bed just now was loud, it shouldn't have happened.

Because he was close to the ground, the first thing he felt was the tiny vibration, not the sound.

This only shows that this person's Qing Kung Fu is extremely high, not inferior to him, and even stronger than him.

There is only one such person in Huangshan Sword Sect.

Chen Sanjue, the head of Huangshan Sword School.

In other words, Chen Sanjue had already been outside the door, secretly watching his wife and his disciple having an affair?
"I have encountered all kinds of things!"

"Since they have witnessed the adultery, will these two fight?"

Sun Bukong complained secretly.

He has always been a little worried. If two such people fight, the destructive power will definitely be enormous.

It is hard to say whether the bed will be broken through or whether I will be affected.

That would be dangerous.

As a result, Zhao Ling's voice came from the bed at this moment - "Husband, have you seen enough?"

Sure enough, the person outside was Chen Sanjue. Did Zhao Ling know that he was outside a long time ago, or did she just discover it now?
With a creak, the door opened.

The owner of the red boots came in and said with a smile, "I've seen enough. It's really satisfying."

"Are you okay then?"

"Of course, now."

As he spoke, he swung his red boots beside the bed, and the bed board sank again.

Sun Bukong felt that his brain was not working well enough and he even wanted to cry.

It is said that some masters of various sects play extravagantly, but isn’t this too much?

Your Huangshan Sword Sect is also a famous sect!
At this moment, Sun Bukong felt fear.

Yes, he had discovered such a secret between these two people. If they were discovered, they would definitely not survive.

If he had met the headmaster's wife Zhao Ling head-on before, he would have had a 40% chance of escaping by relying on his lightness skills. But if he was facing this perverted couple, he would not even have a 10% chance.

It can be said that death is certain!
He must not be discovered!

The noise made on the bed this time was even louder than before.

"Ma'am, I like you."

"what do you like about me?"

"I love everything about you, especially your feet."

It turns out that the head of the Huangshan Sword School not only likes to wear hats, but is also a pervert who likes feet?
For a moment, Sun Bukong's eyes became moist.

Who are these people from the Huangshan Sword Sect?
Sun Bukong, who was a little nervous, a little scared and a little confused, listened to the movement above his head and suddenly thought of someone.

The green knife devil.

It is said that the Green Knife Demon's sword energy is poisonous, and the only way to detoxify it is to let the loved one have sex with someone else. It is extremely horrifying.

But if this old demon with the green knife meets Chen Sanjue, the head of the Huangshan Sword Sect, he will probably be helpless.

Because he likes this!

No wonder you are the headmaster.

Just when Sun Bukong felt the tremendous pressure and was already numb, he heard a loud bang and the bed board was pierced!

A white foot appeared before his eyes.

Just a stone's throw away!

Those are Madam Zhao Ling’s feet.

She was still wearing the purple embroidered shoes, but the heels had left the soles of her feet, revealing her fair soles.

This time, Sun Bukong could clearly smell the scent.

He had already stopped breathing, fearing that even a little warmth from his nose would alert the woman.

So what was in front of him was undoubtedly a pair of extremely tempting and dangerous jade feet.

The foot was swaying, just a hair's breadth away from him.

Slowly, the foot was retracted.

Three inches.

Two inches.

One inch.

Until it completely disappeared from his sight.

Sun Bukong closed his eyes, feeling as if he had survived a calamity.

He felt a little relieved, but at this moment, a cold voice sounded - "Do my feet look good?"

Sun Bukong's mind went blank and he opened his eyes.

Then he saw the foot come back and appear before his eyes.

Only this time, the foot was no longer wearing a shoe, revealing its complete appearance.

The instep, sole and ankle of this foot are still white and delicate, and appear to be flawless, but the front covered by the shoe looks completely different.

Those were long and slender claws covered with green scales, which reflected an extremely beautiful colorful halo.

There were only two words in Sun Bukong's mind - "Dragon Claw".

The dragon claw growing on this jade foot looks evil, ferocious and terrifying, but in Sun Bukong's eyes, it has a different kind of temptation.

He even felt that there was no more seductive and beautiful pair of jade feet in the world.

The next moment, the dragon claw was raised and Sun Bukong's eyes turned white.

Before he lost consciousness, he saw only a very strange scene.

That was Chen Sanjue, the head of Huangshan Sword School, licking the ferocious dragon claw with all his might, looking crazy.
It turns out that the dragon essence has been absorbed by Zhao Ling!

(End of this chapter)