The Popular Song

Black silk. A jade body. Two rosy cherries bounced on the firm mounds. Someone smacked his lips and muttered, "Curvy, long legs, beautiful enough to bubble over!" A thread of clear liquid stretched like a spiderweb from the corner of his mouth. His nostrils felt hot, and two streams of liquid flowed out. He stuck out his tongue to lick his lips; it tasted a little salty. He raised his hand to wipe his face, and his hand was stained a glaring crimson.

"Holy crap! A nosebleed!" Yue Qianchou yelped. "Who..." a startled cry came from the edge of the pool. Qu Ping'er, who had just put her foot out to step into the water, was terrified by the voice and, in her panic, hastily grabbed her clothes and hid behind a stone tablet.

"This is so embarrassing, I've been discovered. Damn it, why would my nose bleed now? Gotta run!" Yue Qianchou thought wryly. Without a word, he turned and bolted up the mountain. Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten far before a white shadow streaked overhead, and Qu Ping'er, her face flushed crimson, blocked his path.

"Clang!" A gleaming longsword was drawn from its scabbard, held at Yue Qianchou's throat. Qu Ping'er's eyes blazed. She immediately saw that this person had no cultivation whatsoever, was a complete nobody, yet he was wearing Qingguang Sect robes. Her voice trembled slightly as she demanded, "Who are you?"

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand. Yue Qianchou, ninth-generation disciple of the Qingguang Sect. I'm one of us, one of us." This girl was really angry, and Yue Qianchou truly feared she might act impulsively, so he quickly explained.

Shame and anger warring, Qu Ping'er was slightly stunned. The name of the waste, Yue Qianchou, was known throughout the Qingguang Sect; she had naturally heard of him. She hadn't expected it to be this person. It was impossible for an ordinary person to even get onto Qingguang Mountain. Seeing he had no cultivation, she quickly deduced that he was telling the truth.

Looking at the man's fawning, subservient expression, especially the nosebleed-covered face, Qu Ping'er truly wished she could run him through with her sword. How dare he peek at her bathing, the absolute scoundrel! But in terms of seniority, this person was her Martial Uncle. Though she hated him, she dared not strike. He might be a waste, but his seniority was undeniable. If she spoke or cursed, it wouldn't matter as long as he didn't mind. But to attack a Martial Uncle? The Qingguang Sect's rules were not to be trifled with, and she, Qu Ping'er, could not afford to bear the consequences.

Thinking that she had been completely exposed, naked, to this scoundrel, and that she was powerless, Qu Ping'er trembled with rage. Of course, if she reported him to the sect, Yue Qianchou would surely face severe punishment. But would she do that? In an era of strict etiquette, revealing this matter would be tantamount to ruining her reputation. She feared her beloved would never look at her again. Qu Ping'er gritted her teeth and asked, "What did you see?"

"Please don't act rashly, impulsiveness is the devil!" With the sword at his neck, the girl's hand was shaking violently. Yue Qianchou was truly scared of her. He tried to comfort her first, then replied, "I really didn't see you undress... uh!" He wanted to slap himself twice. What an idiot! If he didn't see it, how could he know she was undressing? Wasn't that just asking for trouble? As expected...

"What did you say?" Qu Ping'er roared, almost hysterically. Feeling a sharp pain at his neck, Yue Qianchou realized the sword's edge had already cut into his skin. He quickly said, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything!"

Silence. The two stood frozen in that pose, motionless. No, that was wrong. Yue Qianchou dared not move, looking pitifully at Qu Ping'er like a lamb awaiting slaughter, begging the butcher to spare its life.

After a long while, Qu Ping'er's face was cold, and each word was spat out from her rosy lips: "Despicable, shameless, vulgar, scum, degenerate, hooligan, beast!" With that, she kicked Yue Qianchou in the chest. "Holy crap!" The latter cried out in pain and rolled down the mountain like a tumbleweed.

"To die beneath the peonies, and be a romantic ghost. Which bastard said that? Damn it! If you have the guts, try it for real." Lying in a thicket of thorns, Yue Qianchou groaned in pain. It took him a long time to painfully and miserably get up. He looked up; the tigress had already left. His body ached everywhere. He pulled out the thorns stuck in him and staggered back.

"Who did this?" Hao Sansi asked in a deep voice, his face ashen and terrifying. Normally, everyone looked down on his disciple, and he knew it. Being mocked was normal since his disciple was indeed quite something. But to dare lay hands on his disciple? Heh heh! Did they really think he, an elder of the Qingguang Sect, was made of mud!

"I accidentally rolled down the mountain, it has nothing to do with anyone else," Yue Qianchou said, wincing from the pain.

"Heh heh! Footprints on your chest, sword wounds on your neck, can you get those from falling?" Hao Sansi sneered, grabbing his disciple's hand and dragging him out. "Come with me to the Great Hall of Qingguang, we're going to reason with the Sect Master Brother."

"Wait!" Yue Qianchou shouted. He wouldn't dare go to the Great Hall of Qingguang; he'd be kicked off the mountain. Thinking that his Master wasn't an inflexible person, he then recounted the whole incident with a bitter smile. In truth, he didn't want to say it! It wasn't something glorious. But he had no choice! Seeing the old man's face so dark it looked like he could bite someone to death. Of course, he emphasized one point: he didn't deliberately see the beauty undressing.

"Uh..." Hao Sansi, who was holding his disciple's hand, was stunned. The muscles in his face twitched, and his anger instantly vanished. After a long pause, he managed to blurt out, "Serves you right!"

"Master! Never mind whether it serves me right or not, help me pull the thorns out of my back first!"

After a night passed, Yue Qianchou was astonished to find his body, riddled with wounds, had healed. Not a single scar remained, and his bruised and swollen pig-like face had returned to normal. He couldn't help but praise the Qingguang Sect as a blessed land. Not only was the spiritual energy abundant, but even healing was so swift. It was worth the long journey to come here. Feeling refreshed, he walked around the courtyard a few times, stretching his limbs. However, his Master's gaze seemed a bit strange!

As the saying goes, scars make people forget the pain, and that describes people like Yue Qianchou. For the past few days, he had felt the scenery at the forbidden area's pool was quite nice. He'd wander over whenever he had nothing to do, telling himself he was going to see the white fox, but who knew what he was truly thinking.

The setting sun was beautiful, but it was also the end of the day. Watching the sun dip below the horizon, Yue Qianchou returned from the back mountain, disappointed. He had long been mentally prepared for the sarcastic glances and words he'd encounter along the way. To quote a saying from his past life, 'If you're going to mix it up, you're bound to get cut,' which he had modified to 'If you go out, you'll always face sarcasm.' He was already used to it.

He walked back indifferently and brushed past a pair of female disciples. He overheard a sentence from them that nearly made his jaw drop. No, to be precise, it was a song.

If he hadn't misheard, the two girls had just sung: "I am a fox who has waited for a thousand years, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of solitude." It seemed even the tune was the same. It wasn't my ears playing tricks on me! How could this be? Yue Qianchou dug in his ears, thinking he must be hallucinating.

"When I loved you, you were poor and studying diligently; when I left you, you had passed the imperial exams and were celebrating your wedding night." Someone behind him sang again, and the voice was loud, especially the words 'wedding night.' It clearly sounded like two men singing together. Although they were quite off-key, Yue Qianchou was certain it was the song he had taught the white fox. He turned to look, and two familiar faces walked towards him.

One of them laughed and said, "Yo! Martial Uncle Grand is here! Haven't you heard the song we're singing? This is a song created by our Martial Aunt Qu Ping'er, it's very popular in the Qingguang Sect."

The other person laughed and said, "You're just spouting nonsense. Martial Uncle Grand doesn't have any friends here, where would he hear it?" The two laughed heartily and left, continuing to sing the wildly off-key song.

"A song created by Martial Aunt Qu Ping'er! Who is Qu Ping'er? Damn it! I brought it here, and they dare to infringe on my copyright, holy crap!" Yue Qianchou cursed inwardly, shaking his head with a wry smile. He guessed someone must have entered the stone cave, heard the white fox's song, and then spread it.

He could hear many people singing the same song along the way. Yue Qianchou was becoming numb. He returned to his courtyard and saw his Master personally doing barbecue. He felt a bit embarrassed. He hadn't been doing his filial duties for Master during this time and hadn't shown him any respect for a long time, forcing his usually lazy Master to do it himself. He walked up to his Master, picked up the wine pot from the table, and said with a sheepish smile, "Master, you rest, I'll do it!"

"I am a fox who has cultivated for a thousand years, a thousand years of cultivation, a thousand years of solitude..." Hao Sansi hummed and nodded, letting his disciple take over. Yue Qianchou, who was drinking, looked surprised. His Master seemed to be singing. When he heard clearly what he was singing, "Mmm... Pfft!" He couldn't hold back the wine in his mouth and immediately sprayed it onto his Master's face.

The old man and the young man stared at each other, dumbfounded!

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