Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

The waitress had already packed up the clothes that Madam Hu had bought and put them on the carriage, but Yang Che was nowhere to be seen. Madam Hu waited in vain and could only ask the female shopkeeper for directions, and then asked the coachman to drive the carriage to the back street.

As the carriage passed the street corner, Madam Hu looked through the carriage window and saw that the gate had been opened from the inside, and two figures, one tall and one short, stepped out.

The tall figure was her nephew, Yang Che, while the short figure was a beautiful young woman in green, with a gentle demeanor, walking side by side with Yang Che and smiling.

When Madam Hu saw the girl, she was taken aback. She felt a vague sense of familiarity with the girl, but this familiarity came inexplicably. She was certain that she had never seen this girl before.

In her view, the girl was very affectionate towards Yang Che, and they seemed to have a good relationship. But Yang Che had just returned from Linzi yesterday. When did he have a familiar girl in Xinzheng?

Therefore, this girl must be someone Yang Che has just met. Would a woman of respectable background act so intimately towards a man she has just met?

Definitely not.

Therefore, the girl's identity is obvious; she is the girl who studied the zither with the old zither master at Zilan Pavilion.

Thinking of the girl's identity, and the fact that she had shown such intimacy to Yang Che after only meeting her for the first time, Madam Hu had no time to ponder why the girl felt familiar to her; instead, she felt disgust.

As Madam Hu looked at Yang Che and Nongyu, Yang Che also noticed Madam Hu's carriage. Thinking of Madam Hu's unknown story and Nongyu's identity, Yang Che almost subconsciously shifted half his body, completely exposing Nongyu to Madam Hu's view.

Heaven has mercy on them. Yang Che's actions were entirely out of good intentions. If possible, he would be happy to change the fate of Madam Hu and her poor daughter Nongyu.

But prejudice in people's hearts can sometimes be as big as a mountain. Madam Hu had already decided that Yang Che was frivolous, so his good intentions were seen as something completely different by her.

As for Nongyu, because of her status and because of Yang Che, Madam Hu had already automatically relegated her to the ranks of prostitutes in brothels, so how could she possibly look down on her?

Therefore, when Yang Che stepped aside to allow Madam Hu and her daughter Nongyu to meet, Madam Hu immediately rolled up the carriage window, demonstrating her stance through her actions.

Nongyu's gaze paused only for a moment. From Yang Che's gesture of stepping aside to the noblewoman's action of rolling up the car window, everything happened in an instant. But with her keen mind, how could she not understand the change in thought between Yang Che and the noblewoman in that instant?

Nongyu felt a slight pang of sadness. Of course, she knew her place and understood that it was normal for that noblewoman to look down on her. It was just that her senior brother…

Nongyu lowered her head slightly, her hand brushing against Yang Che's body. A touch of tenderness and amusement bloomed in her depressed heart: Senior brother is too naive. How could he do such a thing? Introducing a maid from a brothel to a wealthy lady is a very impolite act.

Moreover… Nongyu tilted her head and looked at Yang Che thoughtfully. She saw a little unnaturalness in Yang Che’s expression: Why does Senior Brother look a little stupid?

The sudden thought startled Nongyu: How could I think of my senior brother like that? Senior brother, I really didn't mean it, I didn't mean it.

Nongyu silently repeated it several times before calming her pounding heart, which had been racing because of her bad deeds and malicious thoughts.

"Senior brother, don't keep the elders waiting. Let's go back quickly," Nongyu said casually, brushing aside a strand of long hair that had fallen onto her cheek.

"See you tomorrow." Yang Che waved and turned to walk towards the carriage.

Nongyu watched Yang Che's retreating figure until he boarded the carriage, then she turned her gaze away, murmuring "Senior Brother." Recalling everything that had just happened, she felt as if it were a dream.

I actually have a senior brother.

As Nongyu pondered, she felt a strange sensation. Logically, Yang Che possessed a vast collection of musical scores, so she should have been excited about it. However, at this moment, Nongyu realized that what she cared about most was not those scores, but her seemingly foolish senior brother.

Senior Brother? Nongyu murmured this somewhat unfamiliar title. For the first time in her life, she had someone other than her sisters…

relatives.

Yang Che, sitting in the carriage, knew that Madam Hu did not like him. He was too lazy to be nice to her and she was cold to him. So the two of them remained silent all the way. After returning to the Zuo Sima Mansion, they went their separate ways and did not disturb each other.

Yang Che returned to the East Pavilion, closed the door, and began to study the Flower Garden.

This martial art not only involves methods of circulating qi, but also aspects related to mental cultivation and movement techniques.

With the help of the Heavenly Demon Strategy's cheat, Yang Che has already grasped the feeling of Qi and memorized the circulation of true Qi. What he needs to do next is to accumulate little by little until he can build a mountain from the soil. He doesn't need to invest too much effort. However, the method of spiritual cultivation is different from the method of physical cultivation.

The martial arts in the Heavenly Demon Strategy are very different from those of the Hundred Schools of Thought. In this world, only when one cultivates true qi to a certain level does one get involved in mental cultivation. And those who master the methods of mental cultivation are all top masters. However, the martial arts in the Heavenly Demon Strategy involve mental cultivation from the very beginning.

As the core technique of the Flower Sect, one of the six paths of the two sects of the Demonic Path, Flower Wandering also involves spiritual cultivation. It is precisely because of this that Flower Wandering True Qi is endowed with a special attribute: it is unpredictable and elusive, emphasizing leaving no trace of affection. In cultivation, it can also enhance a person's temperament and demeanor.

It can be said that it involves cultivating one's inner energy, body, and spirit. If one masters the Flower Wandering Technique, even if one has an ordinary appearance, one will possess a charm that is difficult for ordinary people to match.

That's why it's called a demonic martial art; succubi are demons too.

While Yang Che was pondering the spiritual cultivation method and footwork of the Flower Wanderer, Nongyu also returned to the Purple Orchid Pavilion.

Although Zilanxuan has only been open for a short time, it has already gained a considerable reputation in Xinzheng with its attentive service and exquisite beauties. It is only noon now, and customers have already come to visit. Nongyu can only go around the street corner and enter Zilanxuan through the back door, heading towards her residence in the side courtyard.

Thinking about everything that had happened today, even though Nongyu was usually composed, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. When she passed the threshold, she jumped over it, showing the liveliness and agility that a young girl should have.

"Nongyu." Just as Nongyu jumped over the threshold, a gentle voice sounded behind her.

The voice was gentle and magnetic, making one feel as if they were in the warm spring sunshine. But when it reached Nongyu's ears, it was like a thunderclap: My sister saw what I was like just now.

Nongyu turned around stiffly and saw her sister leaning against a pillar under the eaves, her purple eyes smiling at her.

"Sister..." Nongyu stammered, unsure of what to say.

"How did you learn today?" The older sister walked towards Nongyu, her slender figure exuding charm with every step she took.

If a woman wore a purple dress, it would inevitably be considered gaudy, but on her, it was the perfect embellishment. It wasn't the purple dress that gave her charm, but rather she who gave the purple dress a unique elegance.

As she moved, the hem of her skirt occasionally revealed a pair of embroidered shoes, a fleeting glimpse that showcased their delicate silhouettes. Although her legs were not visible due to the skirt's hem, they became two graceful silhouettes beneath the skirt as she moved, long and shapely, making one want to peek at the 'truth' within.

As the long, flowing lines rise, they outline a full moon, lifting the loose, long skirt high. Further up, the skirt suddenly tapers, highlighting a slender waist.

Every part of her is extremely beautiful, but when all these parts come together in one person, the beauty is no longer the charm of one plus one equals two, but a sublimation of beauty.

Without long, slender legs, the full moon would appear somewhat bulky; without the fullness of the full moon, how could those two shallow dimples be outlined between the slender waist?

Without the presence of waist dimples, a slender waist would appear too delicate.

Just by looking at these things, one can prove that this woman must be a beauty.

Sure enough, as the gaze moved, a supple belly could be vaguely seen amidst the flatness, a high and graceful fullness, and shoulders sculpted like jade, the lines tapering upwards from the shoulders, finally outlining a fair and jade-like neck with crystal-clear and smooth skin.

The final result was a small face, only the size of a palm. It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful and mature body could support such a small yet exquisite face, with rosy lips, a small but straight nose, and large eyes that gently tilted upwards at the corners, outlining phoenix eyes...

Her face was small, which made her look somewhat childish. She seemed to know this, and deliberately used purple patterns to embellish the corners of her eyes, outlining a mysterious design.

Her long purple hair was casually draped over her shoulders, occasionally obscuring the wrinkles around her eyes, but in that fleeting glimpse, it added a touch of mysterious allure.

Nongyu was already extremely beautiful, but standing in front of this woman, she seemed rather ordinary. If Nongyu was still a green flower bud, this woman was a purple peony that had already bloomed, showing off her charm.

She is the mistress of this place, and to Nongyu, she is like a mother to her older sister: Zi Nu.

Unfortunately, such a beauty was somewhat terrifying in Nongyu's eyes. Faced with the beauty's concern, Nongyu felt only guilty: "I learned a new piece of music today. I will definitely play it for you, sister, after I have mastered it in a couple of days."

"Then I'll be watching closely, sister. You really like Nongyu's zither." Zi Nu smiled and touched Nongyu's long hair.

"Mm." Nongyu nodded quickly, relieved, and then fled as if she were escaping.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't be hiding anything from her sister, but her senior brother had specifically instructed her that the affairs of the Flower Sect should not be known to a third party for the time being. Therefore, Nongyu had no choice but to keep it from her sister. However, doing so made her feel guilty, as if she had done something wrong and felt sorry for her sister.

Zi Nu watched Nong Yu's departing figure, a thoughtful look appearing in her eyes: Does Nong Yu also have a secret that belongs only to her?