The Villain's Counterattack

The ancient tomb was deep and desolate, but the scenery outside was quite beautiful. A young and beautiful woman in a yellow shirt was kneeling there motionless.

She was rejected by her master. At this moment, Li Mochou, who was originally full of joy, was heartbroken. The outside world was very prosperous, but it was also full of hypocrisy, intrigue, and scheming. If it weren't for her strong martial arts skills and her intelligence and vigilance, she would probably never be able to come back.

She fully expected that when she returned, her master would comfort her and ask about her well-being. After all, they had a relationship that spanned more than ten or twenty years. However, who would have thought that what was waiting for her was an icy cold door and that she had been expelled from the sect. This was something she had never imagined.

Li Mochou knelt for a full day and night, without a drop of water. Her lips were chapped, her thin clothes soaked by the dew, chilling her to the bone. Her legs had long since gone numb, but how could the pain in her body compare to the agony in her heart? She was young and beautiful, yet she had always lived in an ancient tomb deep in the mountains. She longed for sunlight, yet had to face the chill of the ancient tomb. This escape had broadened her horizons. Although there were many setbacks, it was also very rewarding.

Regret?

Li Mochou didn't know that if time could go back, she might still choose to go down the mountain to travel, but her methods would be more tactful and she would not give her master an excuse to expel her. In the past, she was still too naive and immature, and did not fully understand her master's character.

"Alas, girl, why are you doing this? Your master knows that you can't stand loneliness, so she expelled you from the sect. You should just follow her wishes and leave. Otherwise, she will use family rules to deal with you, but she won't be able to do it." Suddenly a voice sounded behind her. Li Mochou was startled, but she felt that the voice seemed to be familiar to her.

Looking up, I saw a young man lying flat on a big tree not far away. He was lying steadily on the branch without any shaking. A little boy of six or seven years old, as delicate as a piece of jade, was sitting on his belly. His clothes seemed ordinary but were exceptionally clean and tidy, and his temperament had a unique natural harmony.

"Little pervert Zhou Botong?!" A memory suddenly came to her mind. Li Mochou pointed at the young man and screamed, wanting to step back immediately. However, her legs had already gone numb, so how could he not obey her orders? She fell to the ground in a flash, tears almost coming out of her eyes.

Yang Kang couldn't help but frown at this. She actually took his joke so seriously. How come this girl hasn't improved at all in these years? Yang Kang chuckled and said, "Should I walk up to you with a sinister smile, lift your chin, and tell you, 'Girl, I'm interested in you. Let's go to the inn next door and get a room and have some fun?'"

Li Mochou was stunned for a moment when she heard this. Seeing the child covering his mouth and laughing, she couldn't help laughing out loud. But as she laughed, she thought of how she met her master a few years ago after he left, how she was taught a lesson by her master, and then how she followed her master to learn martial arts, and she slowly burst into tears.

"Who are you, you rat? How dare you act so wildly in the ancient tomb!" A delicate shout rang out, and the door of the ancient tomb opened. A white figure rushed out quickly, blocking Li Mochou behind him. His eyes fell on Yang Kang like lightning, but the situation seemed a little different from what he had imagined and heard. He clearly heard a rapist molesting Mochou, but how did it suddenly turn into a young man holding a child in a tree?

Yang Kang saw the woman in white, holding his son, and leaping down from the tree. He bowed and said, "Greetings, Senior. I am Meng Fan, the husband of Mo Chou, and this is our son, Cheng'er. Mo Chou left home without telling you, Senior, and was soon plotted against. I, who was passing by, rescued her. That's how we met, and we fell in love and married. However, over the years, Mo Chou has been constantly worried, missing you, Senior, and that's why she secretly ran away, hiding it from us father and son."

"Junior and Cheng'er were chasing you along the way. We saw Mochou kneeling on the ground looking haggard. We couldn't bear it, so we resorted to this desperate measure. We took advantage of your kindness and feelings for Mochou to lure you out. Please forgive us." Yang Kang's words were touching. Li Mochou was ashamed and angry. What was even more outrageous was that the child actually called her "mother" pitifully.

"Master!" Knowing that her master had been watching her from inside the sect, Li Mochou could no longer hold back and hugged her, tears streaming down her face.

The annoyed woman in white was about to push her away when she suddenly saw the clearly visible palace-protecting sand on Li Mochou's arm. She immediately realized that the guy on the tree had tricked her. When she looked again, she saw that the child was pestering the young man for fruit and asking him if what he had just acted was realistic.

"You just said one word, so I can only give you one fruit." Yang Kang handed a lychee to his son. This thing is not easy to preserve. Yang Kang can only keep it for so long because he has storage space, but he can't hold much. After all, space is limited, and he can't always fill it with fruit for his son.

Yang Shoucheng's eyes rolled, and a sad expression immediately appeared on his face. He looked pitifully at the woman in white, then knelt on the ground with a plop and cried, "Master, please forgive my mother. She has missed you so much all these years."

Although I knew he was acting, I still wanted to believe it. This child was really good at pretending. Unfortunately, his acting usually didn't last more than three seconds. After crying twice, he turned around and ran to his father to ask for fruit. "I kneeled down once, which counts as two fruits. I said eighteen words, so twenty fruits in total. Those two cries are free. Dad, I am loyal enough, right?"

"You're certainly very loyal, but why do I always feel like they want to beat me up right now?" Yang Kang lifted his son and leaped onto a large tree. He tapped his forehead and said, "Can't you be more serious, kid? Wait until they're gone before you transform back. You have to reveal your true identity right away. Isn't this embarrassing for your father?"

There was no fruit, but he did get a handful of dried fruit. Raisins, how many were eighteen? Yang Shoucheng counted them one by one, stuffing them into the small bag he carried with him with satisfaction. This was also the result of his own labor. "No, Mom said I can't help you with your affairs outside, otherwise I'll spank you when I get home."

"You're talking nonsense. I'm not here to mess around with other women. I'm here to find you a wife."

The woman in white looked at Yang Kang, feeling a little unsure of his martial arts skills. She patted Li Mochou's hand and asked, "Who is he?"

Li Mochou's face was covered with tears, and she said in a slightly hoarse voice, "You little pervert Zhou Botong."

"What?! He is the little pervert Zhou Botong?!"