The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard that her breasts swayed wildly, creating a spectacular sight.

"Sister Fan is right!"

She smiled as she replied, but her gaze lingered on the nun's excessively voluptuous body, especially her breasts stretched taut by her monk's robe. A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes. "Sister Fan, your Buddhist teachings are profound; you must have already seen through the illusion of this 'appearance'."

But...I wonder if, in the quiet of the night, when the Master is chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name, he sometimes feels... that the meditation cushion is too hard, and the lamp too cold?

These words were clearly mocking her for feigning detachment, pretending to be celibate when her physical desires were so strong.

To everyone's surprise, the nun was not angry at all upon hearing this; instead, her smile deepened.

The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

She slowly turned the prayer beads in her hand, her gaze calmly meeting the other party's provocation, and replied unhurriedly, "This humble nun is a nun, and naturally my heart is as still as water."

But Sister Mochou, I see your forehead is dark, and you are plagued by bad luck. I'm afraid... you've been thinking about the mortal world for too long, and your yang energy is out of balance.

If you don't find a suitable husband to help you calm down this evil within you, I'm afraid... you'll go berserk and fall into the demonic path.

I forgot, my sister has fallen into demonic ways; even I, far away in the Li Tang dynasty, had heard of the name "Red Serpent Fairy."

His words, a double entendre of Buddhist philosophy, both exposed the other party's inner turmoil and were both direct and malicious, instantly turning the tide of the situation.

This time, even the apricot-yellow Taoist robe woman, who was known for her sharp tongue, was rendered speechless by the nun's "Buddhist teachings." Her pretty face turned pale and then red, which was quite a sight!

"All right!"

A slightly authoritative shout finally brought to a halt the escalating, subtly veiled verbal sparring in the greenhouse.

The one who spoke was Li Qingluo, the owner of this place.

She slowly put down her teacup; the soft clinking sound was enough to draw everyone's attention.

She rose from the comfortable bamboo chair, her magnificent purple dress swaying gracefully with her movements, like a flowing violet waterfall.

"Dear sisters!"

Her voice regained its usual composure and dignity, with a touch of just the right amount of reproach, "Jokes aside, don't forget, the younger generation is still here!"

In their presence, do not lose the decorum and solemnity befitting an elder.

Although she was speaking to everyone, her gaze was mainly fixed on the woman in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe and the nun in gray.

The effect was immediately apparent upon hearing this.

Even the two who were just arguing fiercely and refusing to give in, had their expressions changed.

These were all seasoned veterans of the martial world, no ordinary women, and they quickly grasped the meaning behind Li Qingluo's words—what she was about to say was not suitable for these juniors to hear.

For a moment, the elders seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Ning Zhongze was the first to react. She turned around and said gently to her daughter and the other girls, "Shan'er, you all go out and play first. My aunts and I have some things to discuss." As she spoke, she gave Yue Lingshan a warning look, making it clear that she was not allowed to disturb someone anymore.

"Yes, mother."

Yue Lingshan nodded vigorously immediately.

She obediently responded, though she was curious, she dared not disobey, and pulled the two girls beside her out of the flower room.

The woman in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe stared intently at the two girls for a few moments, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes, but she ultimately concealed it and said nothing.

The Taoist nun and the gray-robed nun each waved their hands, signaling their disciples to leave. Before long, the once lively flower room was left with only these few stunningly beautiful women, each capable of stirring up a storm in the martial arts world.

After all the bystanders had left, Li Qingluo reached out and rubbed her smooth forehead, a look of wistful reminiscence on her face.

She looked around at everyone, her gaze lingering on each person for a moment, before speaking slowly, her tone becoming much gentler.

"Dear sisters, most of us were introduced to each other by me."

We've known each other for over ten years now.

Her voice carried the weight of years, as if telling a long-ago story: "I still remember clearly that year, when I first met Sister Fan..." Her gaze turned to the gray-robed nun: "...At that time, my Yu Yan had only been born for a short while, still a crying baby in swaddling clothes."

And now, in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

She sighed softly and continued, "Over the years, we have developed a long-standing friendship."

Whether it's a long or short time, ranging from three to five years to a year and a half, people will always travel from afar to gather at my Mantuo Villa.

This kind of friendship is truly rare in this unpredictable world.

Her words were sincere and poignant, carrying an indescribable melancholy that drew everyone present back to the past and temporarily eased the resentment from the heated arguments.

"Although not all of our people have arrived today, many of them have already come."

Li Qingluo's gaze drifted into the distance, seemingly piercing through the walls of the flower room. "Qisi has left the Ming Cult and gone to Jiangnan. I heard she's going to Lingnan too, hoping to find her old friends from her Persian homeland..."

When Li Qingluo said this, she glanced at the gray-robed nun as if it were an unintentional act.

The nun simply turned the prayer beads in her hand expressionlessly, and murmured a Buddhist chant, the tone of which was neither sorrowful nor compassionate.

The woman in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe shook her head slightly, a mocking smile playing on her lips, as if she were ridiculing these so-called "holy maidens" for ultimately being unable to escape the word "love".

Li Qinglao ignored their reactions and continued, "And Sister Zhu, she sent someone a few days ago to say that she can't come and has returned to Bashu to rebuild her Yin Gui Sect."

"Sigh, with her strong personality, who knows what kind of storm she'll stir up in the martial arts world this time."

Mentioning this "Sister Zhu," everyone present tensed up slightly.

That was a name that even they feared, a woman who had cultivated both seductive arts and martial arts to their utmost.

"Indeed, Shion has found some peace and quiet."

"Li Qingluo's tone softened again, with a hint of pity!"

She sent a message saying that she had finally grown tired of the sandstorms in Liyuan beyond the Great Wall, and had taken her child to live in a house with a small courtyard by Taihu Lake.

The letter said he only hoped to leave behind all grudges and live a few days of peace. But can one simply withdraw from the world of martial arts?

Finally, she thought of another one, her expression becoming even more complicated, and sighed, "Not to mention that Sister Feiyan, who has been elusive these past few years."

Last month, someone said they saw her on the shores of the East China Sea, sitting alone facing the vast ocean for a whole day and night. No one knows who she was waiting for, or what she was looking at… Sigh.”

Li Qingluo withdrew her gaze and looked at the several stunningly beautiful women before her—whether they were aloof, dignified, charming, or feigning solemnity—before finally concluding with a soft sigh, "In the end, which of us women isn't destined for hardship?"

These words were like a key, unlocking the long-sealed lock in everyone's hearts, instantly making the atmosphere in the greenhouse heavy.

Seeing the somber expressions on everyone's faces, Li Qingluo changed the subject, her tone becoming more serious. She no longer focused on the sentiments of young women, but rather on the grander situation of the world.

"Alright, let's not talk about these discouraging things anymore."

She said in a deep voice, "I invited all of you sisters here today not only to catch up, but also to discuss something more important."

As we've all probably noticed, the world today is no longer the world we knew when we were young.

An unprecedented upheaval is unfolding before our eyes.

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, carrying a chilling sense of oppression. "The Mongol cavalry to the north have been at war with our Great Song for years, and Xiangyang is on the verge of collapse."

I've heard that Genghis Khan was a man of great talent and ambition, with countless skilled warriors under his command; his ambition to conquer the Central Plains is probably quite obvious.

"And to the east!" Her gaze swept into the distance, "The conflict between the Tang Dynasty and the Qin Dynasty has reached a fever pitch in Goryeo."

When two tigers fight, one will surely be injured, yet they still occasionally turn their attention to the Song clan in Lingnan, intending to annex them.

The Song family... might not be able to hold out.

She paused, her eyes growing even deeper: "Not to mention that the Jurchens have been recruiting soldiers and horses and gathering talents in the Western Regions over the years. I've heard that an unknown Khan has already unified the various Jurchen tribes and intends to establish a new dynasty. I'm sure everyone knows that."

At this point, she glanced at the Taoist nun beside her and said meaningfully, "The Ming Cult headquarters in the Central Plains has also been making moves recently. I'm afraid they're not content with being left out and want to get a share of the pie in this chaotic world."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire greenhouse became as heavy as iron.

These news items may seem distant to ordinary people in the martial arts world, but for these figures at the top, every change could affect their own fate and the future of the sects they belong to...

Wang Meng leaned against the wall, each step feeling like he was walking on a knife's edge.

He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his skin, looking both disheveled and brimming with primal masculine power.

He simply tore a wide strip of cloth from the bed sheet and haphazardly wrapped it around his waist, barely covering his still magnificent member, even in its semi-erect state.

He walked downstairs with faltering steps.

Although this wasn't the first time I'd entered this courtyard.

But this was the first time I had carefully examined this elegant courtyard.

Here stand pavilions and towers, winding paths leading to secluded spots, yet not a trace of an outhouse can be found. Where is the plum blossom? You haven't written a poem about it, so the forest is empty...

He thought to himself, "Does Li Qingluo not eat grains?"

As he walked down the corridor to the left, his gaze was quickly drawn to the huge greenhouse not far away.

Although, we can't see what's going on inside.

But the fragrance is so strong that it can almost mask any unpleasant smells.

At this moment, in Wang Meng's eyes, that greenhouse was undoubtedly a more ideal place than any ornately decorated outhouse.

He endured the excruciating pain from his wound and the overwhelming urge to urinate, and slowly made his way to the door of the greenhouse.

Just as he raised his hand, preparing to push the door open, he faintly heard Li Qingluo's voice from inside, seemingly talking to someone, and there were also several other women's voices.

Wang Meng paused.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally slowly withdrew his hand.

Although he acted domineeringly in front of Li Qingluo, he didn't want to barge into a group of women's gathering at such an awkward time.

He leaned against the wall and took a few more steps toward the side of the greenhouse, finding a corner hidden by dense flowers.

After looking around and confirming that the place was extremely secluded and no one would be spying on him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned against the warm wall, untied the simple strip of cloth around his waist, and released the huge, erect member that had been throbbing with veins.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened the floodgates of his body.

"Wow!"

A powerful and scorching stream of water, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, crashed fiercely against the flowerbeds and soil in front of it with overwhelming force.

The sound was nothing like the usual sound of someone using the toilet; rather, it was more like a cascading waterfall in a mountain stream, carrying a powerful and unstoppable force.

The water flowed swiftly and fiercely, relentlessly, as if the Yangtze River, which had been accumulating for a long time, had burst its banks, and the raging flood was about to completely submerge this flower garden.

The sound of rushing water echoed even on the delicate walls of the greenhouse, sounding exceptionally clear and... evocative.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the greenhouse was somber.