Wu Chang Jie

49

After Zong Zi Heng had bathed, changed his clothes, and wiped himself down for a long time, he still suspected that the smell of dog urine lingered on him, and he asked, "Xiao Jiu, does big brother still smell?"

Zong Zi Xiao looked at him with his cheek in his mouth, "Yes, there's an orchid scent."

"Am I smelly?"

"Smells good, big brother has always smelled good."

"That's good." Zong Zi Heng sighed in relief, "Did you get yourself clean?"

"Mmm."

"Come, let big brother take a look." Zong Zi Heng took a towel and wiped his younger brother's hair, wrinkling up his nose and sniffing, "Hmm, you seemed really clean."

Zong Zi Xiao looked up at Zong Zi Heng, "Big brother, have you kissed before?"

Zong Zi Heng looked at him askance, "What kind of nonsense is going on in your little head?"

"Have you ever kissed?"

"I'm not married, of course not."

"Second brother is not married either, but he has been to a brothel."

"A cultivator should not indulge in lust. Whether it is lust for material things, food, victory or defeat, or lust for sex. A human's lust is a bottomless pit that can never be filled. One must cultivate one's body and, more importantly, one's heart."

Zong Zi Xiao slowly revealed a smile, "Worthy of being a big brother."

"But today ..."

"I stopped you today for your own good, lest she wavers your heart of Dao."

"I was anxious to save people. How can I think of those irrelevant things? You really aren't sensible." Zong Zi Heng rebuked.

"I just don't want big brother to kiss her. What if you kiss her and you keep thinking about her? Even if you don't think about her, what if she keeps thinking of you?"

"Where did you learn so much nonsense?"

"You taught me."

"I didn't teach you that."

"You did."

Zong Zi Heng scolded jokingly, "Don't be ridiculous."

Zong Zi Xiao stole a glance at Zong Zi Heng's always red lips and a strange emotion arose in his heart.

How strange, why do people kiss? What does it really feel like to kiss?

"Alright, let's go. Let's go see Chen Xing Yong."

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Today's events had already caused an uproar in Yan City. Three people had drowned in the inn, and to avoid friction with the local Guardian Immortal Sect, Xu Zhi Nan left two disciples to take care of the aftermath, while the others took the captives of the Lion Alliance and left first, finding an abandoned Taoist temple nearby to settle down.

When Chen Xing Yong woke up, although his face was as pale as dirt, he looked a little provocative.

Zong Zi Heng stared at Chen Xing Yong, "Chen Xing Yong, you have done so much evil, you have lost your humanity, and now you are dying, yet you have no remorse?"

Chen Xing Yong laughed, "If I show remorse and cry for mercy, will Your Highness let me go?" Chen Xing Yong had a clear face, a pale complexion, and a hint of femininity in his speech.

Contrary to the Chunyang Sect, the founding ancestor of the Cangyu Sect was a female cultivator who practiced the most yin and cold-based techniques, and men who practiced this path would be increasingly lacking in masculine energy.