Cowherd

The Nine Songs God-Sealing Art is not very useful for masters with profound Internal Cultivation. Their own energy recovery speed may be faster than that of ordinary moves. Only someone like Si Ming, who must conserve his True Qi, can bring out its greatest effect.

After memorizing the Mnemonic, Si Ming closed his eyes and tried it three times, mastering the Cultivation Method.

Just then, the voice of a maidservant reporting from outside the courtyard came from outside.

"Young Master Ming, Elder Mu sent someone with an invitation. Should I decline it?"

This maid was arranged by Si Jingyu, and is clearly from the clan leader's lineage.

"No need, just bring me the invitation, I want to take a look."

Si Jingyu had told Si Ming before that Si Huamu would try to win him over, but she didn't expect this person to be so fast and shameless. Yesterday morning, she even joined forces with a group of supporters to demand that Si Ming be dealt with according to the family rules, showing an attitude that "not killing him would not appease public anger." Today, she actually set up a banquet to invite him. She changes her tune so quickly.

"I underestimated her. I thought she was just a clown, but I didn't expect her to be so good at taking things in stride. Even if she is a clown, she's quite skilled at light footwork... That's right, since those who oppose the clan leader are willing to rally under her banner, it proves that she can't really be completely useless."

Si Ming opened the invitation, glanced at its contents, memorized the ground time, and decided to go to the meeting. After all, it was a matter of mutual consent. If he offered to be the other party's daughter's bodyguard, it would undoubtedly arouse suspicion. However, if he went along with it after the other party showed goodwill, the matter would be easier to resolve.

In the evening, Si Ming took a small boat to Moon Spring Island, an island not far from the main island of the Water Mirror Manor. It is not large, but it covers several hundred acres. Moreover, there is a small mountain on the island, with beautiful scenery, which has always been a good place to enjoy the view.

"Is this Young Master Sikong Ming? You've finally arrived. Please follow me this way; the elders have already prepared a banquet on the mountain."

As soon as they reached the shore, a beautiful maidservant came up to them and helped Si Ming off the boat with great enthusiasm, even leaning her body against him.

Is this some kind of honey trap?

Si Ming chuckled inwardly. If he were a virgin of the same age, he would probably blush and distance himself right now. But he was an adult who had seen the world, so he didn't care about such things. In terms of the allure of beauty, although modern society could not match the antique charm of this place, it was more direct and open.

There's a joke that goes something like this: In ancient times, a brothel madam would solicit customers by saying, "This girl started learning arts at six years old; she's proficient in everything from music and chess to calligraphy and painting. She'll surely entertain you, sir. Come, play a tune for me!"

Today, Mommy would say, "This girl is only eighteen, big breasts and lots of water, she's great in bed, she'll definitely make the boss happy, come on, let the boss touch her!"

The loss of traditional culture is certainly heartbreaking, but the latter is more in line with the fast pace of modern cities, where things get straight to the point and you don't have a chance to complain.

Si Ming didn't deliberately push aside, nor did he squeeze in like a lecherous glutton. He casually asked, "Why choose here? Wouldn't it be more convenient on the main island?"

The maidservant hurriedly explained, "Our ancestor has just passed away, and the elder felt that holding a banquet at home would inevitably invite controversy, so he invited Young Master Ming to Moon Spring Island."

"This is such a hassle, let's finish this quickly and go home."

Si Ming put on an impatient expression, a classic case of feigning indifference to lure the enemy into a trap, hoping to dispel any suspicion.

A quarter of an hour later, the maid led Si Ming to the top of the mountain, where a banquet had been set up with all kinds of fruits and wines, but there was no one there.

"It seems the elders went down the mountain to pick up the young master and just missed us. I'll go find them now. Please wait here for a moment, young master."

After the maid finished speaking, she left quickly without waiting for Si Ming's response.

"This smells like a conspiracy. What's going on? Did Si Jingyu and I both misjudge this person's intelligence? Is she planning to set up a trap and execute me on the spot?"

Si Ming thought about it and felt that these guys probably wouldn't do that. Even if Si Huamu herself was being foolish, her subordinates would persuade her to stop. After all, a normal person who had seen the punch he threw at Guan Chong wouldn't think that arranging 500 axemen would be enough to ambush and kill him.

Not long after, a faint cry for help suddenly came from the wind.

"Help..."

"Someone, please save me..."

"Is anyone there? Please come and save me..."

Si Ming sneered. He knew it was most likely a trap, but relying on his superior skills and daring, he didn't care that the other party had set up an ambush and boldly followed the sound.

"Judging from this situation, it's highly likely they're trying to frame someone. It seems the impression they got that day wasn't strong enough. If the law isn't enforced, it's just a piece of paper!"

Using his Carefree Wandering Movement Method, he swiftly traversed the mountains and forests, avoiding the large trees blocking his path.

"Hmm, why is it foggy?"

Si Ming stopped and observed the surrounding environment. He found it very familiar, as if he had seen it not long after coming down the mountain.

"Have we gone around in circles again? Is it a natural maze or a man-made trap? What are they trying to do, just to trap me on this island like this?"

Si Ming didn't understand Qimen Dunjia, but that didn't stop him from having a way to break the formation—he just needed to destroy everything he could see.

Just as he was about to burn all the trees down with his Blazing Sun Light Burst, the nearby fog suddenly dissipated, the view ahead became clear, and the sound of flowing water could be heard.

He sensed a human presence and quickly followed the direction. After a few steps, he saw a hazy white steam rising above the warm lake surface.

"This is... a hot spring?"

"Is that Xiaoqin? Why are you so late? Hurry up and get my clothes for me."

With the sound of water gushing out, a naked blonde girl emerged from beneath the hot spring, followed by a silent eye contact.

Chapter 282 The Cowherd

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl is a famous folk love story in ancient China. The main content is that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl transcend the difference between immortals and mortals, know and love each other, but are separated by the evil Queen Mother of the West the West, who keeps them apart on opposite sides of the Milky Way. The magpies are moved by their faithful love and form a magpie bridge every year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month to help the two meet and vent their longing accumulated over the year.

But is this story really that beautiful?

Thinking about it carefully, the Cowherd was simply a low-class voyeur. He was tricked by his own ox and immediately became lustful, so he went to peep at the seven fairies bathing. Moreover, this guy was also a face-obsessed straight man with a chauvinistic attitude. Because the youngest fairy was the most beautiful, he took a liking to her, secretly hid her clothes, and then used them to threaten her into marrying him.

Although the couple loved each other dearly after marriage and had two children, does that negate the mistakes the Cowherd made in the past?

What's the difference between this story and the one about a female college student being lured to a mountainous area, deprived of her freedom, imprisoned and subjected to "training," and forced to bear children for men in the mountains?

Decades later, a reporter uncovered the story and wanted to report on it, but was stopped by the female college student, who had become an old woman in the mountains, saying she did not want her life disturbed.