Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 368 - 241 Enlightenment! A Night Listening to Spring Rain! (Subscription Requested)_2

Chapter 368: Chapter 241 Enlightenment! A Night Listening to Spring Rain! (Subscription Requested)_2

There is an exceptionally sweet sensation.

Behind the tree, a monkey was shockingly watching a man holding a Green Saber caressing himself, standing there beside a bundle of firewood.

Though there was clearly no one beside him, it gave the illusion that he was embracing someone.

This new neighbor must be a madman.

Yet, in the span of a single incense stick, Murong brothers had experienced a long-lasting sweetness of "A Night Listening to Spring Rain" with Ning Qing in their minds.

At the same time, the sword techniques from "A Night Listening to Spring Rain" kept sweeping through their minds, page by page.

Amid the tender spring rain, their emotions took root and bloomed in silence there.

Within that pure love, under the gaze of his lover Ning Qing, silhouettes of him practicing the saber were left in the Spring Rain Pavilion.

Murong brothers suddenly opened their eyes, sighing, "Love!"

"So ’A Night Listening to Spring Rain’ is love!"

"I have understood!"

"I really am a more brilliant swordsman than Duan Yun, a one-in-a-million saber genius!"

Murong brothers began to swing their saber.

It was as if dancing with a saber in the spring rain, in the pavilion where one’s lover resides.

The techniques from the secret book were executed one by one, a faint fluctuation emanating from the blade edge, spreading all around; the monkey that was originally watching the madman’s drama suddenly froze, tears rolling down its cheeks.

Murong brothers sheathed their saber and upon seeing this scene, couldn’t help but wonder, "Do monkeys understand love too?"

The monkey wiped away its tears and ran straight into the wilderness.

There was a small mound at the edge of the forest.

Tied to a stick on the mound was a tuft of monkey hair.

It belonged to a deceased female monkey!

It was this male monkey’s mate.

After the female monkey died, the male monkey had already found a new mate and began to misbehave.

But at this moment, it remembered the female monkey, tears streaming down its face.

In agitation, the monkey grasped its own private part as if to crush it, screeching in pain yet not letting go.

This was the price for betraying its mate.

This is love!

Murong brothers had entered the realm of "A Night Listening to Spring Rain," feeling very joyful.

At the same time, that atmosphere of love kept lingering around him, filling him with a sense of happiness.

Afterward, he saw a pair of deer affected by his Sword Qi, being intimate not far away; he raised his hand and struck with a saber, sending them off together.

Love is indeed great!

Love indeed brings good fortune; even hunting gets a couple!

Murong brothers had yet to realize that these two deer were only eating grass originally, not mates, but were brought together by his Sword Qi, only to be killed in an instant.

Murong brothers carried the deer home.

Walking in the scarcely-visited wilderness, he felt a sense of joy in his heart.

Because he knew someone was waiting for him.

After so many years, a woman was finally waiting for him.

Thinking of this, his entire being felt light, as if he was about to take flight.

The brook babbled, very clear.

Murong brothers simply stopped, used the saber to peel the skin off the two deer, and started cleaning away the blood.

Just these two deer would be enough for them to eat for a while.

Suddenly, Murong brothers scooped with their hand, their expression changing.

A ribbon was floating in the creek water.

He recognized this ribbon.

It was what Ning Qing used to tie her hair.

Ning Qing might wash her hair, or even bathe.

This unvisited mountain was a place where one could bathe freely.

However, he felt that Ning Qing was not such a careless person.

They have become extra cautious since they learned they were targeted by Mingyu Palace.

Murong brothers set down the deer, with a bad premonition arising.

Holding the ribbon, he followed upstream.

The thatched hut they set up was just above the stream.

Even when the cold winter came, there were still some small purple flowers blooming among the frost-covered grass, very beautiful.

But Murong brothers had no heart to appreciate it.

Soon, the thatched hut came into view.

Murong brothers’ expression had become extremely serious, for they had sensed there were "guests" in the hut.

There were shallow footprints on the ground, but they were neither his nor Ning Qing’s.

Did Ning Qing let the ribbon fall into the creek intentionally, as a sign that someone had come to the hut?

Murong brothers looked at the hut, their green hair fluttering slightly, silently approaching.

Inside the hut, there came a woman’s mocking voice.

"My dear junior sister, how dare you follow a wild man when you cannot remember anything."

"Fortunately, this man is incompetent. You are still intact; otherwise, if our master becomes enraged, wouldn’t we senior sisters also lose our lives?"

Inside, a woman dressed in a white gown spoke.

From this angle, she wore a light veil on her head, and her gown was also a clean and translucent type, making her seem like a fairy from heaven.

The other two women were clad in a similar fashion.

And Ning Qing had been restrained, tears in her eyes.

"Junior sister, we senior sisters will take you back to the master. Only a woman who has been loved by the master knows what paradise on earth is."

"Take a look at this wretched place, is this a place where people should live?"

Saying this, the woman hooked Ning Qing’s chin with her finger and began to laugh.

Murong brothers listened to these words, their green hair fluttering even more intensely.

Because the green hair was momentarily out of control, it slapped against the wall, causing a sound.

"Who’s there?"

The three women turned their heads at once, saying so.

Murong brothers, with a green face, walked in.

Seeing his green hair and the Green Moon Saber at his waist, one of the Mingyu Palace disciples couldn’t help but exclaim: "Green Blade Demon!"

The white-dressed leader spoke coldly: "The Martial World rumors, junior sister, you mingled with the Green Blade Demon, I didn’t expect it to be true."

"Humph, how can a pure disciple of Mingyu Palace consort with such filthy Evil Demon."

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