Chapter 163: The Beauties Offer a Dance, Wei Youqing Struggles! (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

Finally.

Under the eager anticipation that Wei Youqing had been dwelling on.

The sky was turning dark, and the setting sun was blocked by the mountains.

On the small path in front of the house, the figures of farmers returning to the stronghold appeared one after another.

Soon, the Ning Mu she had been looking forward to returned along with those stronghold residents; although he looked much more elegant than them, he remained chatting and laughing with them, maintaining a warm and indifferent state of mind without the slightest arrogance.

"He's here!"

Wei Youqing's heart palpitated uncontrollably once again.

Biting her lip, she gathered her courage, pushed open the door, and went to greet him.

"Stronghold Master Ning."

Wei Youqing spoke up, calling him to a stop.

Ning Mu waved to the people he was with, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then walked over.

"Libationer Wei, what is it?"

Ning Mu was a head taller than Wei Youqing, looking down at her with a hint of a smile in his eyes, as gentle as a spring breeze.

Wei Youqing was incredibly nervous, her face flushed red.

She hesitated, looked up at Ning Mu, and said, "I learned a lot from you this afternoon; in the future... Stronghold Master Ning, don't call me Libationer Wei anymore, call me A-Qing, or Wei Youqing is fine."

She licked her lower lip, her eyes filled with shyness.

Without waiting for Ning Mu to react, she lowered her eyes slightly and reached out the hand she had been hiding behind her back.

"This, for you!"

As she spoke, Wei Youqing nervously shoved the folded love poem into Ning Mu's hand.

And then.

She turned and fled as if mad.

"Don't read it yet, wait until you go back!"

From far away, a voice full of shame drifted over.

Heaven knows how much determination she had summoned at this moment.

The original mission time limit was fifteen days.

She had even planned to drag it out until the very end of the deadline.

But unfortunately, only three and a half days had passed, and she already felt her forgetfulness growing.

Sometimes she would often forget what she was about to do next.

This subtle change filled her with fear.

She decided to just send it out as soon as she finished writing it, to complete the mission early! Watching Wei Youqing hide in the room, Ning Mu couldn't help but smile, looking down at the love poem written by the Disciple of the Master in his hand.

He did not open it.

Instead, he followed Wei Youqing's wishes to read it after returning.

The little girl was too shy, nothing could be done about it.

Returning to the main hall.

Liu Xiaoya and the other maids had already prepared dinner.

However, in the main hall, only Liuli was there.

"Why are you the only one here? Where are the others?"

Ning Mu stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Liuli's slender, soft waist, then walked up the steps, sat on the tiger-skin armchair, and pulled Liuli onto his lap.

While coveting her mercy.

He asked with a beaming smile.

Liuli let out a soft moan, rolled her eyes, but let him be mischievous, chiding, "What, am I alone not enough to satisfy you?"

The current Liuli was becoming increasingly jealous.

Her casual remarks in daily life always carried a hint of jealousy.

Ning Mu didn't mind, smiling indifferently.

At this moment, Liuli leaned into his arms and whispered chidingly, "Just wait, they went to prepare a surprise for you."

"Why didn't you go?"

Ning Mu was surprised.

As he spoke, he held Liuli's body upright and then lifted her skirt.

Not bad.

Very sensible! Apart from this monastic robe, there was nothing in the way.

Liuli frowned slightly, but soon adapted.

Accompanied by this sudden sense of fullness, Liuli couldn't help but roll her eyes with a charming expression, then braced her hands on the armrests.

She complained, "Isn't this giving you a surprise?"

As she spoke.

She couldn't help but knit her slender eyebrows, a trace of worry crossing her face, and sighed, "Master Ning, how should I tell Master about our affair... Mmm, it's all in."

Liuli chatted with him as if it were casual.

"No need to worry, 'After endless mountains and rivers that leave doubt whether there is a path out, suddenly one encounters the shade of a willow, bright flowers and a lovely village'; after all, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved. As long as we persist, even a heart of stone can be moved, can't it?"

Ning Mu said with a beaming smile.

Liuli was stunned.

This guy was teasing her again in his own way.

But she was already unable to extricate herself at this moment, with no heart to pay attention to this teasing.

Ning Mu, meanwhile, held her waist and said calmly and composedly, "I'm looking at something, you go ahead on your own first."

As he spoke.

Ning Mu leaned back against the tiger-skin armchair and took out the paper on which Wei Youqing had written him a love poem.

Suddenly losing gravity made Liuli hum in some dissatisfaction.

Her breath was like orchids, her panting like a sigh.

Her gaze was rippling and peerless, her expression charming and fragrant.

Immediately after.

She began to modulate her voice on her own.

And Ning Mu unfolded the paper, spreading it across Liuli's smooth back.

Then he read it through carefully.

Reading as he went, he recited it aloud.

"I admire the handsome gentleman, my heart filled with affection.

I wish to share the mandarin duck pillow, and dwell together on the embroidered bed.

My fair body often longs to lean on you, my powdered face lifted for you.

Do not speak of the bitterness of longing, for my thoughts of you are endless."

Listening to the poem Ning Mu recited, Liuli's movements could not help but tremble.

In an instant.

Her mind a blank, she seemed to recover a sliver of reason, turned her head back, her beautiful face filled with a trace of confusion, her gaze tender as water, yet she couldn't help but raise her brows and ask, "Who wrote this love poem for you?"

Ning Mu held her soft waist with both hands.

He casually prevaricated, "Picked it up on the road, don't know whose it is."

After speaking.

He suddenly gave Liuli no chance to question him further.

Accompanied by his reckless and heavy-handed impulsiveness.

Sure enough.

Liuli instantly forgot about the matter.

Possessing a natural charming body, once she completely opened her heart, it was like a flood breaking through a dam; it was simply difficult to maintain the reason she should have.

Especially.

In front of this rascal Ning Mu.

He was incredibly strong! Suddenly.

Liuli's expression changed.

"Master Ning, stop, stop!"

"A surprise, a surprise is here!"

Suddenly.

Accompanied by a figure flashing past the front door of the great hall.

Liuli immediately couldn't help but contract violently.

Then she slapped the armrest hard.

To make Ning Mu stop his movements.

And as her words fell, the two of them also almost simultaneously reached that most beautiful shore.

A surprise?

Ning Mu couldn't help but have his eyes brighten, staring into the somewhat dim hall where the candles had not yet been lit.

"Husband, let's not light the candles yet; this dimness creates a more hazy beauty~"

The next moment.

Only to see a group of women, dressed in flashy and ancient, elegant attire, filing into the front door of the hall.

It was unclear who was speaking.

But it sounded a bit like Tong Yuyue's voice.

Because only she, whether in private or in public, would be so gentle, coquettish, and sweet-voiced when speaking to him.

Compared to Liu Qingmei and Liuli, Tong Yuyue's strength was the weakest, and she herself seemed to understand this, so in her daily life, she loved to flatter and please the most.

Seeming to fear that he would despise her because of her insufficient strength.

Ning Mu did not speak.

He only held Liuli, who was still experiencing the lingering sensations of the rhythm, her face like the evening glow, her eyes blurred.

One hand held her.

Exploring the profound meaning of Buddhist dharma.

The other hand rested on the armrest, propping up his chin, watching the performance in the hall with great interest.

He saw Liu Qingmei leading the way, followed immediately by Tong Yuyue.

And then in order, Yang Yanqiu, Liu Xiaoya, Ning Xiaoxiu, Chunzhi, Xia Chan, and others...

They were all dressed very beautifully, in blue and white hezi skirts, their hair in buns, wearing various styles of light makeup, some holding folding fans, others clutching silk handkerchiefs, covering half their faces with the fans or silk, looking charming and lovely.

Only their distinct, beautiful eyes were revealed, their gazes either shy, excited, or palpitating.

All kinds of expressions, and so on.

The only thing they had in common was that their eyes were all filled with tenderness like water, each pair of beautiful eyes just like the surface of a lake reflecting the morning glow, seemingly calm without a ripple, but once a breeze brushed over, ripples would immediately arise.

More than ten charming and moving beauties, each with a different temperament, moved with light lotus steps, their tube-top skirts swaying with the wind as they danced gracefully in the hall.

Having Martial Dao Cultivation Points really makes a difference.

Even when dancing, they were several grades above ordinary dancing girls.

They seemed to have rehearsed for a long time.

They were very in sync.

Guarded by the women, Liu Qingmei and Yang Yanqiu each held a red silk ribbon and floated up into the air.

It was just like being suspended by wires in later generations, fluttering as if they were fairies.

Those bright red ribbons, which were almost large enough to wrap around a person's body, intertwined to reveal a hazy sense of beauty.

But what truly made Ning Mu palpitate was this.

Accompanied by the dance, it rose lingeringly in this hall.

He suddenly discovered that these women were only wearing a tube-top skirt as their outermost layer.

Inside.

That infinite beauty, accompanied by the swaying of the skirts, appeared and disappeared, simply making one's heart itch to the point of scratching one's ears and cheeks.

And just as Ning Mu was feasting his eyes.

Suddenly.

The scene in the hall changed.

The variations in the dance were already too much for the eyes to take in.

Suddenly, while dancing, Dongxue held a zither in one hand and began to play with the other.

The melodious and pleasant zither music instantly filled the entire hall.

And at the same time.

It was seen that Liu Qingmei and Yang Yanqiu, who were intertwining with red ribbons in the air, suddenly changed their movements.

Liu Qingmei raised her hands, and the red ribbons instantly gathered into two silk strips, wrapping around Yang Yanqiu's waist.

And at that moment, Yang Yanqiu.

Her slender, jade-like feet, which were not wearing shoes, stepped on the shoulders of two unknown maidservants below, and the two maidservants pushed their shoulders forward. Instantly.

One could see Yang Yanqiu's entire body transform into a long rainbow.

With Liu Qingmei standing loftily in the air, binding her figure with the red silk ribbons, Yang Yanqiu flew toward the tiger-skin armchair.

And then, under the control of the red silk ribbons.

Her whole body presented an extremely seductive posture.

As if flying in mid-air, that charming and bright face was exactly facing Ning Mu's face.

Her entire body, under the control of Liu Qingmei's red ribbons, seemed to be lying in the air; her right leg rested on the crook of her left knee, her hands performed a flower-hand gesture before Ning Mu's eyes, and then she gave a seductive smile, her long, narrow, beautiful eyes, painted with light smoky makeup, revealing a hint of cunning.

"Master~ as long as you catch someone tonight, that person can do anything for you~"

Yang Yanqiu's voice was filled with a hint of tenderness.

As soon as the words fell.

Liu Qingmei, in the air of the hall, raised her hand of her own accord.

She completely retracted the red silk ribbons.

And Yang Yanqiu, who had been wrapped, also instantly retreated straight back from before Ning Mu's eyes.

Ning Mu stretched out his hands to grab.

But his movement was ultimately half a beat slow, and on top of that, Liuli was on him.

She was indulging him in every possible way.

Even with Liu Qingmei intentionally going easy, he still could not catch up to the speed at which Yang Yanqiu retreated.

Originally.

This position was meant for Liu Qingmei.

But among the many women present, only Liu Qingmei had the highest Cultivation Points; she could calmly control four or five zhang of red silk to wrap around a person's weight, while others could do it, but were ultimately somewhat lacking in strength.

To achieve perfection, this task could only be done by Liu Qingmei herself.

Therefore, the person chosen to announce the game rules to Ning Mu became the only one present who had truly signed a contract as a private slave: Yang Yanqiu.

This move was also intentional on Liu Qingmei's part.

It was to deepen Yang Yanqiu's understanding of her own status and position.

It was also to make her gradually let go of her reserve and dignity as the Saint Mother of the Sun Moon Divine Sect.

No matter what status she had within the Sun Moon Divine Sect.

As long as she was the husband's Female Slave.

She had to let go of all that and become a woman who, from the inside out, radiated servility and flattery.

"Hahaha, then I'm coming!"

Ning Mu laughed out loud immediately.

Then.

He pulled himself out of Liuli's body.

He pushed off with both hands.

His whole body turned into a meteor and joined the dance of the warblers and swallows in the hall.

For a time.

It immediately caused bursts of moving, charming laughter to echo in the hall.

The women burst into silver-bell-like laughter, their figures dancing gracefully, covering for each other, retreating and yielding, and restraining one another.

They simply would not let the only man touch them in the slightest.

Even Liuli, who was sitting in the main seat and had already been the first to receive her fill for the day, could no longer sit still.

After tidying herself up in a flurry, she also rose and flew in, joining the ranks of the game.

However.

As her lotus-like feet moved and shifted, she flashed about the great hall.

On the ground.

For some unknown reason, many water stains appeared abruptly.

These water stains were viscous.

Yang Yanqiu, who had descended from above, was caught off guard for a moment, and her jade foot happened to step right into one of them.

In an instant.

Her foot slipped.

And one could only see her entire body falling backward.

It was also at the same moment.

Ning Mu lunged forward.

He directly caught her by the waist and lifted her up.

"Ah!"

Not expecting herself to be the first to "lose her footing," Yang Yanqiu could not help but blush, her eyes shimmering with unparalleled luster, and she subconsciously wrapped her arms around her master's neck.

"Hahaha, caught one!"

Ning Mu laughed heartily.

He immediately carried Yang Yanqiu and walked up the steps.

The women below, like orioles and swallows, blushed and cooperated once more; to the sound of silk and bamboo music, they danced while gazing at Ning Mu with bright eyes, wanting to see what he intended to do.

As for Yang Yanqiu, she had already flushed with embarrassment, and like a quail, she completely hid her head in Ning Mu's broad, thick chest.

"Stay lying here, don't move!"

Ning Mu walked onto the dais below the main seat.

And then.

He set the woman in his arms down.

He let her lie on the dining table in the center, which was already laden with delicacies and dishes.

Beneath her tube-top skirt.

Her buttocks were raised high.

"Mm~"

Yang Yanqiu could not help but let out a soft moan.

Then, with a crimson face, she hid her cheeks between her arms, too shy to be seen.

Ning Mu then turned around.

He stepped once more into the midst of the beauties surrounding him.

"Ah~"

The second one to be caught was Ning Xiaoxiu.

Compared to Yang Yanqiu, who still maintained her reserve and was shy and introverted.

Ning Xiaoxiu was much more fiery.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Ning Mu's neck and left a deep, fragrant kiss on his face.

Then, with shimmering, beautiful eyes, she gazed deeply and passionately at her master's handsome and elegant cheeks.

"In these next few days, I will remove the Demon Seed Blood Lotus for you."

Ning Mu smiled as he said this to Ning Xiaoxiu, giving her his promise.

Ning Xiaoxiu was stunned for a moment, then her eyes filled with deep surprise, and she immediately said with tears of gratitude: "Thank you, Master~"

"Don't be happy too soon; I have to see if your subsequent actions can satisfy me, and besides, I will only cure your poison after you have pried your life story out of Wan Wu'er," Ning Mu laughed.

Upon hearing this, Ning Xiaoxiu was startled at first, then she playfully blinked her eyes, rose immediately, leaned into Ning Mu's ear, and began to whisper softly.

"Master, I have a way~"

"Although that Wan Wu'er is already a married woman, both her appearance and her figure are quite good; why doesn't Master take this opportunity to make her a private slave?"

"Just like the maidservant and Saint Mother Sister Yang~ We are all Master's private slaves~"

"Also, no matter what my background is, in this life and this world, I am Master's slave~"

"Master can also sign a contract with me~"

Ning Xiaoxiu's beautiful eyes shimmered; she felt not the slightest dissatisfaction with Ning Mu's decision, but instead took the initiative to stir up trouble and offer advice.

Knowing that the Demon Seed Blood Lotus in her body could be removed was already enough to make her exhilarated!

All of this was Master's grace.

Why should she care about the timing? As long as she could please Master, even if it were later, Master at least wouldn't let her die under this Demon Seed Blood Lotus!

Hearing Ning Xiaoxiu's suggestion, Ning Mu was taken aback.

Then his eyes lit up.

"You little girl! You've got something there, I like it!"

Ning Mu immediately burst into loud laughter.

What he liked, of course, was not Wan Wu'er.

It was this status between Wan Wu'er and Ning Xiaoxiu.

Tsk.

Just thinking about it makes one unable to suppress their thoughts!

"Come, you lie down too!"

With a hearty laugh, Ning Mu placed Ning Xiaoxiu next to Yang Yanqiu.

Ning Xiaoxiu accepted it gladly, obediently lying down on the dining table.

Even.

Wagging her tail to beg for pity.

Compared to Yang Yanqiu's reserve, she was clearly much more cheerful.

And after settling Ning Xiaoxiu.

Ning Mu was still in no rush, instead turning around and stepping back into the great hall.

The sounds of warbling birds and swallows rang out in the hall once more.

The women danced like fairies, but in the end, they were all pulled down from the clouds by Ning Mu, this dissolute man of the mundane world.

……

And just as the hall was filled with delicate voices and soft whispers.

In a house far away by the small path behind the mountain.

Wei Youqing was lying on her desk, feeling her face burning hot.

He should have already seen the love poem she wrote by now, right?

Oh my!

Was it written too explicitly, too erotically!

She was, after all, a Disciple of the Master.

To think she actually took the initiative to write such a love poem; would he think that deep down, she was just such a dissolute woman of the pleasure quarters?

Oh my!

What to do, what to do! He will definitely misunderstand! Wei Youqing became anxious at once, pacing back and forth in the small room like an ant on a hot pan.

Her face was even more scorching hot.

In those beautiful eyes filled with a scholarly aura, there was also a thick sense of shame and trepidation.

Before sending it out, relying on courage, she could barely maintain her dignity as a Disciple of the Master.

But as time passed and the sky grew darker, yet she waited in vain for Ning Mu's response, it could not help but make her heart gradually become flustered and helpless, even falling into a state of struggle and bewilderment.

And just as she was thinking about whether to run away under the cover of night.

Suddenly.

A message that popped up on the System Interface finally allowed her restless heart to relax just a little.

【Notification: Congratulations on completing Task One, reward 500 cultivation points, 50 Heroic Couple Points! Reward 3 Ning Mu Strategy Value!】

【Notification: Because your love poem was outstanding and greatly shocked Ning Mu, you have received an additional reward, passive skill: Divine Pen!】

"Why is it only 3 points!"

Subconsciously, Wei Youqing immediately raised her eyebrows in confusion.

But soon she realized that her focus was not quite right.

Could it be that, subconsciously, she had really already started to view him as her future Xia Lu? Whew.

She let out a small sigh of relief in her heart.

At least the task was completed.

She would not receive that suffocating punishment.

As for that overly excessive love poem...

Wei Youqing's pretty face flushed uncontrollably.

Forget it!

It had already been sent; regret was useless now.

Since it has come, she would just have to accept it!

Whatever his reaction might be, she would just face it calmly.

(End of chapter)