[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 9

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Chapter 36: Teasing Bai Feng

Today, Zhang Xiaoyu was going to find Kumārajīva to tell him what had happened. Just as he stepped out of the courtyard, he saw Kumārajīva rushing towards him from the opposite direction.

"Brother, you're in such a hurry because of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, right? I have good news to tell you," Zhang Xiaoyu said, assuming Kumārajīva was there to discuss the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

"Second brother, last night the King sent me a message saying things are a bit unstable in the country. It seems some leaders are planning to cause trouble. He told me to return in a few days, so I've come to take my leave," Kumārajīva said anxiously to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Could it be the Blood Fiend Sect's doing? Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't sure, but he felt he was being a bit paranoid. Luckily, he had Kumārajīva; he should be fine once he returned.

"Brother, national affairs are paramount. You should return quickly. If anything happens, send someone to bring me a message so I can rest assured. By the way, Master Kurong has agreed to give us the handwritten copy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. However, I promised to exchange it for the martial arts manual you mentioned the other day. I hope you won't blame me for acting on my own initiative." Zhang Xiaoyu told Kumārajīva about the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva's anxious face broke into a smile. "How could I? I was planning to exchange it anyway, but those monks refused. You're really something, Second Brother. Even Duan Zhengming and the monks of Tianlong Temple gave you face. However, I'm going back to Tibet now. I wonder if you have anything to do, Second Brother? If not, I'll trouble you to personally take the sword manual to burn for Murong Bo." It seems that Kumārajīva truly has no selfish motives in learning the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

"Brother, you're too kind. I will definitely handle this matter well. I understand your concerns, but please, brother, never make promises to others so easily again." He had already promised the monks of Tianlong Temple that he would deliver it personally, and now he was doing Kumārajīva a favor. This guy's feelings for him must be even deeper now.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony with you. Alright, second brother, take care. I'm leaving now." Kumārajīva bid farewell to Zhang Xiaoyu and left Tianlong Temple to return to Tibet to handle state affairs.

Afterwards, Zhang Xiaoyu found the women and gave them the medical book of the Xiaoyao Sect and the manual of the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, telling them to choose according to their interests. Those who wanted to learn medicine could take a look. Yu Mei didn't know martial arts, but she didn't want to be useless, so she took the medical book. She thought that if she learned medicine, she could help her husband.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Yu Mei. This girl still didn't know martial arts, which wouldn't do. The previous two dual cultivation sessions had improved her physique. He should find some time to transfer some internal energy to her, and then have Shuangqing teach her martial arts properly, so she could at least protect herself.

At lunchtime, everyone was present. Dao Baifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a complicated expression. "Young Master Zhang, I'll have to trouble you to take care of Yu'er from now on. It's truly his blessing that he's recognized you as his sworn brother." "Not at all," Zhang Xiaoyu replied, but he felt a bit uncomfortable hearing Dao Baifeng's words.

That evening, Zhang Xiaoyu and Mu Wanqing spent some time together before calling Gan Baobao, Zhong Ling, Xin Shuangqing and Ge Guangpei (master and disciple), and Yu Mei to the room for a long-awaited night together.

After bringing the women to their climax, Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the five blushing faces and left satisfied.

Zhang Xiaoyu wandered around Tianlong Temple and saw Dao Baifeng standing in the courtyard.

Dao Baifeng didn't know what was wrong with her. Ever since she heard Zhang Xiaoyu's words that day, Zhang Xiaoyu's image had been constantly appearing in her mind. She was a princess, after all. Although Duan Zhengchun was dead, and although she had seen through his true colors, the Duan Zhengchun of the past remained in her heart. Even though she knew it was a lie, she couldn't and didn't want to forget him. She had already made a mistake once, enduring decades of mental torment for that infidelity. Now, her mind was truly in turmoil; she didn't know what to do.

When Duan Yu told her to become sworn brothers with Zhang Xiaoyu that day, she felt both sad and relieved. From now on, Zhang Xiaoyu would be her junior, practically another son, and she could finally let go of those inappropriate thoughts.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked up to Dao Baifeng and said, "What a coincidence, we meet again." "It's Xiaoyu." Dao Baifeng was still a little flustered when she saw Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, you're Yu'er's older brother now, so don't be so polite. Just call me Auntie. Of course, you can treat me like your mother too," Dao Baifeng said reluctantly.

Zhang Xiaoyu was taken aback, not understanding why Dao Baifeng said that. But it was fine this way; their relationship was getting closer. Anyway, they weren't really mother and son. He could use this relationship to gradually break down Dao Baifeng's defenses.

"Xiaoyu, you've been alone since you were little. Today you finally have a mother," Zhang Xiaoyu began his act.

Zhang Xiaoyu's words immediately aroused Dao Baifeng's maternal instincts. "From now on, you're my child," Zhang Xiaoyu murmured, throwing himself into Dao Baifeng's arms. "Xiaoyu has a mother now, and Xiaoyu will definitely take good care of her." Zhang Xiaoyu's cheek pressed against Dao Baifeng's full, bouncy breasts, the smooth texture and the fragrance of her mature body filling his senses. Lost in the moment, he felt a surge of warmth rising from his lower abdomen.

Dao Baifeng felt a little flustered by Zhang Xiaoyu's embrace, thinking it inappropriate—after all, they were a man and a woman, and this embrace was improper. But then she remembered that Zhang Xiaoyu was now her child, and her heart softened. How long had it been since Yu'er had hugged his mother like this? Her arms unconsciously wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu's back.

Zhang Xiaoyu's head was held against Dao Baifeng's chest, her two full breasts pressed tightly against his face; he could even hear her heartbeat. Gradually, a strange feeling began to stir within Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu was being held too tightly by Dao Baifeng. He gently moved his head a few times, unintentionally rubbing against Dao Baifeng's full breasts. Dao Baifeng's body trembled violently, a jolt of electricity shooting through her breasts and instantly spreading throughout her body. A blush crept onto her face. She quickly glanced down at Zhang Xiaoyu, seeing his clear eyes, seemingly without any intention of taking liberties with her.

However, after that brief contact, Dao Baifeng realized something. She had mistaken him for Yu'er, and given the proper distance between men and women, continuing to hold Zhang Xiaoyu seemed somewhat ambiguous. So she immediately pushed Zhang Xiaoyu away.

Although she pushed him away, the strange feeling from before still lingered in her mind. It was a feeling she had experienced many times in her dreams, only the man in her dreams was always so blurry; Dao Baifeng had never clearly seen his face.

Zhang Xiaoyu pretended nothing was wrong. In fact, he had deliberately rubbed his head against Dao Baifeng's breasts. Faced with such an alluring mature woman, it was impossible for him not to have any thoughts.

Now he had to try a different approach. Looking at Dao Baifeng's slightly flushed face, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't bring himself to say "Mother." "Auntie, you must have been very tired these past few days. Let me massage your shoulders," he said. Dao Baifeng hesitated, not quite deciding, when she felt a pair of hands already on her shoulders. "Oh well

," she thought, "I'm an elder, don't overthink it." Since it was already like this, Dao Baifeng couldn't refuse.

Zhang Xiaoyu knelt behind Dao Baifeng, gently kneading her shoulders. A wisp of pure yang energy entered Dao Baifeng's body through his palms.

Dao Baifeng felt her body tremble under Zhang Xiaoyu's massage, waves of surging emotions coursing through her. She didn't know why, but she was immersed in the feeling.

Gradually, Zhang Xiaoyu also became deeply immersed in the ambiguous atmosphere. A strange feeling in his heart prompted him to gently touch Dao Baifeng's chest with his hands. Zhang Xiaoyu carefully turned his head to observe Dao Baifeng's reaction. Seeing that she was just blushing and seemed to be thinking about something, and did not react to his actions, he felt much relieved.

During the subsequent massage, Zhang Xiaoyu became much bolder, no longer limiting himself to the shoulders. Finally, he boldly grasped the woman's full breasts, squeezing and kneading them with force, a truly stimulating sensation.

Dao Baifeng gasped inwardly. Zhang Xiaoyu was actually holding her breasts! Waves of intense sensation washed over her, and she was conflicted. Reason told her that this was wrong, but deep down she craved this touch. That long-lost feeling filled her with joy.

Dao Baifeng was torn. "Xiaoyu is my child, this is just a massage!" Dao Baifeng finally found an excuse to dispel her inner conflict and focus solely on experiencing this long-lost feeling.

Just as Dao Baifeng was filled with trepidation, Zhang Xiaoyu had already moved his hands to the woman's plump buttocks. His nimble fingertips slowly touched Dao Baifeng's buttocks cleft. Even through her clothes, Dao Baifeng could still feel the excitement in her buttocks.

Suddenly, Dao Baifeng's body trembled violently as Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers slid from her buttocks to her mysterious triangle area. Even through her clothes, Dao Baifeng's heart raced, and she could even feel herself becoming wet.

She knew she couldn't continue, no matter the reason.

"Alright, Xiaoyu, that's enough. I feel much better. Thank you so much." Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't about to give up. Although winning over Dao Baifeng was difficult, he wanted to make a lasting impression on her. Little did he know, Dao Baifeng had overheard his words outside the door that day and had already imprinted his image in her heart.

"Auntie, a massage needs to be comprehensive. I'll massage your legs too; it'll be even more effective." As soon as Zhang Xiaoyu finished speaking, he grabbed Dao Baifeng's calves and lifted her skirt to her knees. Any further would only have the opposite effect.

"Auntie, try to relax now, close your eyes, don't think about anything, and slowly enjoy it. My massage can not only relieve fatigue, but also make a woman's skin more supple and smooth, making her look younger," Zhang Xiaoyu continued to persuade her.

Dao Baifeng blushed, stole a glance at Zhang Xiaoyu, and seeing his solemn and serious expression, she felt somewhat relieved, no longer struggling or making a sound. Zhang Xiaoyu noticed that she was looking at him, seemingly suspicious of him, and said with a smile, "Auntie, close your eyes and enjoy it. Leave the rest to me." "Hmm..." Dao Baifeng hesitated for a moment, then added, "Don't get any funny ideas, I'm your elder." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "My dear Auntie, don't worry, don't you trust my character?" As he spoke, his hand holding Dao Baifeng's calf began to gently massage it.

Dao Baifeng immediately felt a wave of comfort, quickly closed her eyes, and began to quietly enjoy it.

Zhang Xiaoyu had been observing Dao Baifeng's subtle expressions. Seeing the wariness in her eyes lessen slightly, he chuckled inwardly. "The show's about to begin," he thought, "just wait and see how you gradually succumb to my tenderness."

Zhang Xiaoyu gently removed Dao Baifeng's shoes and socks. Dao Baifeng was completely absorbed in the massage, unaware that her delicate feet were now fully exposed to Zhang Xiaoyu. Not

daring to be too presumptuous, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't linger on her feet but slowly moved his hand towards her thigh. Dao Baifeng was startled, opening her eyes and exclaiming, "Xiaoyu, weren't you massaging my calves? Why are you touching my thigh? Ah, my shoes!" Seeing Dao Baifeng's wary and nervous expression, Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and slowly touched her thigh.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's hand reach towards her thigh, Dao Baifeng's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly reached out and pressed Zhang Xiaoyu's hand down, saying, "Xiaoyu, what are you trying to do?" Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes revealed a mischievous smile as he said, "Auntie, you don't understand. Although it's a calf massage, related areas should also be massaged, otherwise the effect won't be good. Besides, the feet have the most acupoints on the body, making them the most effective and efficient. It's alright, you're my elder, I wouldn't be disrespectful to you, Auntie." Upon hearing this, a hint of flustered shyness appeared in Dao Baifeng's beautiful eyes. She hesitated whether to let him touch her thighs and feet. Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled inwardly and urged her again. Dao Baifeng hesitated for a moment, then said sternly, "No, you can only massage my calves." As she spoke, she closed her beautiful eyes and stretched her feet forward, extending them into Zhang Xiaoyu's lap, while her hands covered her thighs, ready to stop Zhang Xiaoyu's intrusion at any moment.

Zhang Xiaoyu continued massaging her calves, channeling another surge of pure yang energy. Dao Baifeng felt that sensation again after a moment.

Seeing that Dao Baifeng was back in the mood, Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and grasped her feet. A quick glance caused a slight flutter in his heart—such beautiful feet! The delicate soles were easily held in his hands, the rounded ankles exquisitely beautiful. They felt warm, smooth, and fair in his hands, indescribably beautiful. At this moment, Dao Baifeng's face flushed a rosy red, her heart pounding like a deer. In this era, a woman's feet were extremely sensitive. Although she was immersed in that strange sensation, she still felt Zhang Xiaoyu holding her feet. Several times, she wanted to pull her feet away, but fearing it would embarrass them both, she pretended not to notice.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu had turned the massage into a playful act. To be honest, Dao Baifeng's feet were absolutely beautiful. They were far superior to those of the actresses in those adult films. Thinking of the beautiful feet of actresses in adult films, Zhang Xiaoyu's heart raced. Some explicit images flashed through his mind: that perfect foot in his hand, warm and smooth to the touch, pink and alluring, indescribably seductive. With his eyes half-closed, Zhang Xiaoyu replaced the male lead in the adult film in his mind with himself, and the female lead with Dao Baifeng. These sexy feet made Zhang Xiaoyu's lower abdomen slowly heat up. While

Zhang Xiaoyu's heart pounded, Dao Baifeng's heart pounded even faster. The strange sensation from her soles made her feel uneasy, yet strangely wonderful.

Dao Baifeng blushed and moved her foot. Because of the extreme pleasure, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Zhang Xiaoyu noticed it, glanced at her, and seeing her face flushed, chuckled inwardly. He deliberately put his hand on her sole and gently tickled it.

Dao Baifeng's body trembled violently, and she hummed softly in her throat, like a comfortable moan, or a soft protest.

"Xiao Yu, no...it tickles...it tickles..." Dao Baifeng finally couldn't hold back anymore, pleading in a low voice, begging Zhang Xiaoyu to stop tickling her feet.

Zhang Xiaoyu, aroused by Dao Baifeng's tickling, not only didn't stop, but intensified his desire.

Dao Baifeng felt her whole body trembling with the sensation in her feet. She hurriedly kicked to get rid of Zhang Xiaoyu's hands, but unexpectedly, at that moment, the scene Zhang Xiaoyu had been hoping for appeared. Dao Baifeng's beautiful feet, freed from Zhang Xiaoyu's hands, kicked wildly, accidentally kicking between his legs.

Instantly, Zhang Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat, and his manhood also throbbed, as if electrocuted.

Dao Baifeng, however, hadn't realized that her foot had landed on Zhang Xiaoyu's manhood, and continued kicking wildly.

Zhang Xiaoyu secretly found the kicking incredibly satisfying.

Why?

Because as Dao Baifeng kicked, her beautiful feet were rubbing against his manhood. This perfectly fulfilled the scene he had previously fantasized about.

With that electric-like pleasure, Zhang Xiaoyu almost cried out.

Just then, Dao Baifeng pulled her beautiful foot back. "

Don't stop!" Zhang Xiaoyu was in the throes of passion, wanting nothing more than to pull Dao Baifeng's foot back and continue, but he dared not, fearing he would anger her, expose his purpose, and be unable to continue his deception.

Actually, Dao Baifeng's emotions were also not calm at this moment. In the instant she pulled her foot back, she still felt Zhang Xiaoyu's hot, enormous member, far surpassing those of Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing.

This was the first time in so many years that she had touched a man's thing, and with his feet no less. Dao Baifeng's face flushed crimson, her breath coming in short gasps, and a hint of shyness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Auntie, I'm so sorry about earlier. I was originally going to massage your Yongquan acupoint, but I was afraid it would hurt you, so I used a little less force. I didn't mean to tickle you," Zhang Xiaoyu explained earnestly. "

Alright, thank you so much for the massage today, Yu'er. I really feel much better. It's getting late, I'll go back and rest now," Dao Baifeng said, and hurriedly left.

Watching Dao Baifeng's departing figure, Zhang Xiaoyu shouted after her, "Auntie, from now on, Yu'er will massage you every day!" Upon hearing this, Dao Baifeng's body trembled violently, and she felt weak all over, almost collapsing to the ground.

The first step was a perfect success, and Zhang Xiaoyu was secretly pleased with himself. Dealing with women like this required a slow and steady approach. Duan Zhengchun's luck with women was truly remarkable; even his death was worthwhile. There was also Madam Wang and Ruan Xingzhu, whom he hadn't met yet, but they were sure to be equally stunning. Especially Madam Wang; her daughter, Wang Yuyan, was the most beautiful woman in Tianlong. Moreover, the book said that Madam Wang and Wang Yuyan looked very similar. He imagined bringing them to his side and putting them together in bed. Just thinking about it made Zhang Xiaoyu incredibly excited. Suddenly, he felt a warm liquid flowing from his nose. He wiped it and realized he was having a nosebleed. How lewd and wicked!

Chapter 37: Sworn Brotherhood with Qiao Feng. Three days passed in this way. During these three days, Zhang Xiaoyu used the Yin-Yang Creation Technique to transfer some internal energy to Yu Mei, and now Yu Mei could also learn martial arts. As for the lost internal energy, Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't worried at all. With five beautiful wives cultivating with him every day, the loss wasn't significant.

Zhang Xiaoyu's relationship with Dao Baifeng was also quite delicate. Over the past three days, he consistently found opportunities to massage her. Although Dao Baifeng initially resisted, she was no match for Zhang Xiaoyu, and after a few rounds, he succeeded. However, whenever Zhang Xiaoyu touched her sensitive areas, Dao Baifeng would always stop him. Unfortunately, her ample bosom had become increasingly impressive due to Zhang Xiaoyu's constant care.

Since Zhang Xiaoyu still had the matter of the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual to resolve, and Qin Hongmian was only known to be in the Sichuan region—a vast area that couldn't be found quickly—Zhang Xiaoyu decided to split his forces into two groups. Xin Shuangqing, Gan Baobao, and Mu Wanqing would go to Sichuan to find Qin Hongmian, while Tianlong Temple and Duan Zhengming would send skilled protectors. Duan Zhengming had already dispatched a large number of men to Sichuan as the vanguard. Yu Mei, whose martial arts skills were insufficient for self-defense, stayed in Dali with Dao Baifeng, learning both martial arts and medicine.

Zhang Xiaoyu, along with Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei, went to Yanziwu. Originally, Zhang Xiaoyu planned to go alone, but the women, fearing he wouldn't have women to serve him on the journey, had his two younger sisters accompany him. The night before his departure, Zhang Xiaoyu revealed the method he had told Xin Shuangqing—a method to satisfy them even without his own presence: the women would comfort each other. The women had never heard of such an absurd thing, but ultimately, under Zhang Xiaoyu's lewd influence, they had no choice but to submit and demonstrate for him. With Zhang Xiaoyu's guidance, they thoroughly learned the techniques and positions, and it was believed that they would be able to put the theory into practice in the future.

After parting ways with Zhong Ling, Ge Guangpei, Yue Laosan, and the others, Zhang Xiaoyu headed north towards the Central Plains. After traveling for about ten days, they arrived in Wuxi. Entering the city, they found it bustling with people, a far cry from the vibrant city of Dali. Strolling along, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly caught a whiff of aroma—the scent of caramel, soy sauce, and cooked meat. The group hadn't eaten all day and were quite hungry after a morning's journey. Following the aroma, they turned a corner and saw a large restaurant standing on the street, its golden signboard bearing the three characters "Songhelou" (Pine Crane Restaurant). The signboard, blackened by years of smoke, still gleamed, and the aroma of wine and meat wafted from within, accompanied by the sounds of cooks wielding knives and ladles and the shouts of waiters.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, "Isn't this the restaurant where Duan Yu and Qiao Feng met? I wonder if I'll meet Qiao Feng too." With that thought, he went inside. Zhang Xiaoyu ordered the food and drinks, and after they arrived, the group began to eat. "This steamed fish is quite good, full of flavor, fragrant and delicious. Come on, try some!" Zhang Xiaoyu said, picking up a piece with his chopsticks and putting it in his mouth. He chewed it a couple of times and swallowed, then poured himself a glass of wine and drank it, smacking his lips as if savoring the lingering fragrance. He looked like he was really enjoying himself. No wonder it was a specialty dish of the restaurant. He then put a piece on Zhong Ling's plate and put it on Mu Wanqing's plate. As for Yue Laosan, he didn't have that privilege.

The alcohol content of ancient wine was really low. Zhang Xiaoyu tasted it like rice wine, and it tasted pretty good; it could be drunk like a beverage. Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing also found the food delicious. It was their first time in the Central Plains, and they were very curious about everything here.

Zhang Xiaoyu was drinking his beverage when suddenly there was a series of loud thuds on the stairs. Then the upper floor went dark, and a burly man strode up the stairs. He turned his head and saw that the man was about thirty years old, with a very imposing build. He wore an old, slightly tattered gray cloth robe, had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, a wide mouth, and a square face with a weathered look. His gaze was extremely imposing. The man went upstairs, his cold, piercing eyes sweeping over the upper floors. He paused briefly on Zhang Xiaoyu and Yue Laosan before walking directly to an empty table between them.

Zhang Xiaoyu also glanced at the man and sized him up, thinking, "This must be Qiao Feng. He is indeed extraordinary!" Seeing Qiao Feng walk to the table, he turned around with a cup of wine in hand and said to Qiao Feng, "Brother, if you don't mind, please come and have a drink with me!" Qiao Feng stopped, looked at the two men, smiled, and cupped his hands, saying, "I'll trouble you then!" He then strode over, pulled out a stool, and sat down. As he went upstairs, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu drinking wine as if it were water, which suited his taste perfectly. He was invited to drink with him, which pleased him greatly.

Seeing Qiao Feng reminded Zhang Xiaoyu of Murong Fu; both were tragic figures, Qiao Feng in the North, Murong Fu in the South.

Qiao Feng possessed a bold and magnanimous spirit, with a strong sense of national integrity. From kings and nobles to ordinary martial arts figures, everyone respected him immensely.

Yet, with a single palm strike, he buried his love; a broken arrow ended his life. Murong Fu, though from a fallen noble family, still possessed a dignified and elegant air. "Besides restoring the Great Yan, there is no other great matter in the world. If it is for the sake of restoring the nation, fathers and brothers can be killed, sons and nephews can be killed. As for love between men and women, it is even less important." He was willing to sacrifice everything for the restoration of his kingdom, including love, even though others saw it as foolish. He stubbornly pursued his distant dream. In the end, all his wishes were shattered, and he went mad. This is an almost self-destructive figure. Murong Fu's tragic end was more a result of the destruction of his own will to power. He tried to change society through his own efforts. Nietzsche could weep bitterly while embracing an old horse walking down the street; superficially, Murong Fu was no different from Nietzsche, also a complete failure of a philosophy of life.

One for loyalty, the other for ideals, Qiao Feng and Murong Fu both embarked on a path of no return. Neither of them were Han Chinese, but deep down they possessed deeply ingrained Han patriarchal ideas. Or rather, they both had profound Oedipus complexes.

Murong Fu took his father's words as the basis of his existence. He might have been searching for his father, or perhaps his loyalty to the emperor stemmed from paternal instincts. Hu Fei lost his father, but he inherited his father's appearance and heroic spirit; Guo Jing had no father, but he needed to complete his father's cause for the country and its people; Yang Kang refused to search for his father, and thus he perished; Linghu Chong's dependence on and respect for Yue Buqun went beyond a typical master-disciple relationship, bordering on father-son. And so on. Many of the male protagonists in Jin Yong's novels did not have fathers at the beginning. A father is a symbol, symbolizing a decision and a belief.

It can be said that both Qiao Feng and Murong Fu were faithful slaves to this patriarchal ideology. They lost their true selves, living within a rigid set of beliefs. A'Zhu's death was a blow to Qiao Feng, but also a turning point, as he could have easily broken free from the impulse to avenge his father. However, he quickly turned to the other side of patriarchy—loyalty to the emperor.

Murong Fu, on the other hand, was completely controlled by the unfulfilled wish of his father.

Neither of them could enjoy love or experience happiness, burdened only by the weight of their patriarchal legacy. They constantly searched for themselves within this burden, only to repeatedly lose themselves in the process.

In comparison, Murong Fu can be considered a pitiful figure. Qiao Feng, at least, had his beloved woman and the thought of living in seclusion beyond the Great Wall. Murong Fu, however, did not. To use his status as the son-in-law of the Western Xia prince to restore his kingdom, he didn't hesitate to watch his childhood sweetheart, Wang Yuyan, who deeply loved him, commit suicide. When asked where he was happiest, he couldn't answer. He spent his entire life toiling away, constantly striving to revive the Yan kingdom; it's fair to say he never experienced true happiness. Youthful handsomeness, martial arts prowess, and fame throughout the land—that was vanity. Without joy, without love, besides constant travel, what else did a human being have?

Zhang Xiaoyu recalled his determination to take A'Zhu, Wang Yuyan, and Meng Gu as his wives, and his heart wavered. "Ah, it's all up to fate," he thought. "If A'Zhu falls in love with Qiao Feng as in the book, then I'll try my best to rewrite the story and make them live happily ever after. As for Wang Yuyan and Meng Gu, Murong Fu might love Wang Yuyan, but he won't bring her happiness; he'll only leave her in endless sorrow. So, Wang Yuyan can't be given up on. And Meng Gu, without Xu Zhu, will she still seek a husband? Nobody knows. Even if she does, Murong Fu will only be using her, which Zhang Xiaoyu cannot accept. So, he can only feel sorry for poor Murong Fu."

After figuring things out, Zhang Xiaoyu quickly called the waiter to bring another bowl and chopsticks. Then, pretending not to know Qiao Feng, he asked for his name. Qiao Feng said, "Brother, why ask when you already know the answer? Let's not stand on ceremony and have a few drinks. Isn't that wonderful? Once we've distinguished friend from foe, there's no lingering enjoyment." Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, "Damn, why is Qiao Feng mistaking me for Murong Fu? Is this the inevitable course of history? Uh, no! This isn't history, it's the inevitable course of the plot!" Although he was an unexpected factor, and his intervention had caused many changes, it still didn't change the fact that Qiao Feng mistook someone else for Murong Fu.

At this moment, the waiter had already placed a bowl and chopsticks in front of Qiao Feng. Zhang Xiaoyu poured him a cup of wine and said with a smile, "Brother, you must have mistaken me for someone else. However, I like the phrase 'unrestrained' very much!" After pouring Qiao Feng's wine, Zhang Xiaoyu poured another cup and held it out to Qiao Feng, saying, "Please!" Qiao Feng raised his cup to Zhang Xiaoyu, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "This brother is quite generous, but this cup is a bit too small, not satisfying!" He then called out, "Waiter, bring three large bowls and ten catties of sorghum wine." The waiter and Yue Laosan were both startled when they heard the words "ten catties of sorghum wine." Zhang Xiaoyu, however, smiled and said, "Brother, this is exactly what I wanted. Waiter, bring it quickly!" The waiter smiled obsequiously and said, "Sir, can you finish ten catties of sorghum wine?" Zhang Xiaoyu laughed and said, "Whether I can finish it or not is none of your business. Just bring it, we won't shortchange you on your wine!" He was actually intentionally trying to have a drinking contest with Qiao Feng. Anyway, he felt it tasted like a beverage when combined.

"Yes, yes!" the waiter replied respectfully twice and went downstairs to fetch it.

Qiao Feng, hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, turned to him and smiled, "This brother is even more generous!" After a short while, the waiter brought over two large bowls and a large jar of wine and placed them on the table.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Fill it up!" The waiter poured it as instructed. Zhang Xiaoyu raised his cup and laughed, "My drinking capacity varies from person to person. As the saying goes, 'A thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend.' Today, meeting you, brother, I must drink several large bowls." With that, he downed the large bowl of wine in front of him. Qiao Feng, seeing Zhang Xiaoyu drink the entire bowl without hesitation, was delighted and said, "Very good, very good. A thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend. I'll drink first as a sign of respect." After finishing, Qiao Feng raised his bowl to Zhang Xiaoyu and smiled, "How about we drink ten bowls together?" Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "No problem!" The waiter poured a bowl for both Qiao Feng and Zhang Xiaoyu. After they drank, the waiter brought out three large bowls. Each large bowl contained half a jin (250ml). After drinking, Qiao Feng saw that Zhang Xiaoyu had downed three bowls without changing his expression, his eyes still clear. He thought to himself that this young man had quite a capacity for alcohol. Thinking this, he picked up his bowl, smiled at Zhang Xiaoyu, and drank it all in one gulp. The waiter then brought out the jar again and filled three large bowls.

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his bowl, gestured to Qiao Feng, and then drank again. Their hearty drinking immediately attracted the attention of the patrons upstairs and downstairs, even the cooks and servants in the kitchen came up to watch. After finishing the ten jin of strong sorghum liquor, Qiao Feng said, "Waiter, bring another twenty jin." The waiter stuck out his tongue, not wanting to dissuade him, and went to fetch a large jar of liquor.

Zhang Xiaoyu and Qiao Feng drank bowl after bowl, evenly matched, each having consumed about thirty bowls in just one meal.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoyu heard footsteps on the stairs, and two people came up. The first was a limp man using a cane, yet still walking quickly; the second was an old man with a worried expression. The two men looked up and walked towards Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng had already seen them, and apologized to Zhang Xiaoyu before going to greet them.

Upon meeting, the two men bowed respectfully to Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng simply nodded, without returning the greeting. The lame man whispered, "Reporting to Brother, the other party has agreed to meet at the Huishan Pavilion in half a month." Qiao Feng nodded and also whispered, "That's plenty of time!" The old man said, "We don't have enough people, so we can't get here in a short time. I said I needed half a month, and the other party initially didn't agree, even making sarcastic remarks, saying that if they didn't dare to keep the appointment, they didn't have to go. But later, I don't know why, they agreed." Qiao Feng said, "In that case, pass on the message and tell those who have already arrived to find a place to rest." The two bowed in agreement and turned to go downstairs. The

three of them spoke in very low voices, so that none of the other drinkers upstairs could hear them. However, Zhang Xiaoyu had abundant internal energy and sharp ears and eyes. Although he didn't want to deliberately eavesdrop on other people's whispers, he naturally heard every word. Zhang Xiaoyu felt strange. According to the book, what should have happened tomorrow had become half a month. Was it another butterfly effect of his own?

Qiao Feng watched the two go downstairs and then walked back. Zhang Xiaoyu didn't ask any questions. He picked up a large bowl of wine and raised it to Qiao Feng, saying, "Please!"

He then drank it down in one gulp. Qiao Feng raised his bowl in return and also downed it in one go. After finishing their bowls, they put down the empty bowls, picked up another, and without a word, looked at each other before drinking. The waiter, seeing them put down their empty bowls, quickly refilled them. By the time he poured the second bowl, the first jar of wine was already empty. He placed the empty jar at his feet, broke the seal on another jar, and continued pouring. In this way, the two ignored everything else and only focused on drinking. Sometimes, when they looked at each other's bowls, they would smile at each other and then raise their bowls in return. They drank bowl after bowl, evenly matched, and in about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the second jar of wine was also empty. The waiter then put down the empty jar again and picked up the third jar from the floor.

Zhang Xiaoyu admired Qiao Feng even more at this moment. Seeing his heroic demeanor and dashing spirit, he couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness and thought, "If this competition continues, I will surely win. But Qiao Feng's excessive drinking may harm his health." When he had just drunk forty bowls, he said, "Brother, haven't we both drunk forty bowls?" Qiao Feng laughed and said, "Young brother, you are still quite sober and can count the number clearly." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "You and I are evenly matched, and it will be very difficult to determine a winner." "Now that we've had our fill of food and drink, let's call it a day. It's fate that we met. I'll be staying in Wuxi for a while, and when I have time, I'll drink with Brother Qiao again." Zhang Xiaoyu finished speaking, took out a silver ingot from his side, tossed it on the table, took Qiao Feng's hand, and said, "Let's go!" The group went downstairs. Qiao Feng walked faster and faster, and after leaving the city, he strode even faster, hurrying along the main road. Zhang Xiaoyu, on a sudden impulse, wanted to test his speed with Qiao Feng. He instructed Zhong Lingmu, Wanqing, and Yue Laosan to stay at the inn and wait for his return. He then took a breath and walked alongside Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng glanced at him, smiled slightly, and said, "Alright, let's have a speed contest." He immediately set off.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't immediately chase after him. He waited a while, then followed.

Qiao Feng strode forward, his pace quickening, and in an instant, he was far ahead of Zhang Xiaoyu. But as soon as he caught his breath, Zhang Xiaoyu would catch up. Qiao Feng glanced sideways at Zhang Xiaoyu, noticing his elegant, leisurely stride, devoid of any domineering air. He secretly admired him, quickened his pace, and left Zhang Xiaoyu behind again, only to have Zhang Xiaoyu soon catch up once more. After several such attempts, Qiao Feng knew that Zhang Xiaoyu's internal strength surpassed his own. He figured defeating him within ten or so miles wouldn't be difficult, but within thirty or forty miles, the outcome would be uncertain, and beyond sixty miles, he would inevitably lose. Little did he know, Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't even used his full strength yet. Qiao Feng laughed heartily and stopped, saying, "Young Master Murong, I am truly impressed by you today. The Murong family of Gusu lives up to their reputation." Zhang Xiaoyu had already come to his side and immediately smiled at Qiao Feng, saying, "I already told you in the restaurant earlier that you had mistaken me for someone else. My name is Zhang Xiaoyu, and I am not Murong Fu." Qiao Feng looked surprised and said, "What? You...you are not Young Master Murong Fu?" He didn't know when such a talented person had appeared in the martial arts world. He looked to be only in his early twenties, yet his skills were so remarkable. He didn't know that Zhang Xiaoyu was just well-developed and was actually only sixteen years old.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I'm new to Jiangnan. I used to live near Dali. May I ask if you are named Qiao Feng?" Qiao Feng, still surprised, replied, "Indeed, I am Qiao Feng. How could you know my name on your first visit to Jiangnan?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Although I'm new to Jiangnan, I've long heard of a hero like you, Brother Qiao. It's a great honor to meet you today." Qiao Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Hmm, Brother Zhang, what brings you to Jiangnan?" Zhang Xiaoyu then told Qiao Feng why he had come.

Qiao Feng was both surprised and delighted, saying, "Brother Zhang, you are incredibly straightforward, unlike anything I've ever met. We feel an instant connection. How about we become sworn brothers?" Zhang Xiaoyu happily replied, "I would be delighted." They exchanged greetings, and Qiao Feng, being older, was naturally the elder brother. They then gathered some soil to make incense and bowed eight times to the heavens, both overjoyed.

Zhang Xiaoyu then truthfully recounted his sworn brotherhood with Kumārajīva and Duan Yu. Qiao Feng was delighted to hear this, suddenly having one elder brother and two younger brothers.

The two chatted and laughed as they returned to Wuxi City. This time, they didn't compete in stamina, but walked slowly side by side.

Zhang Xiaoyu was overjoyed to have made good friends, but he couldn't stop thinking about Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan, wondering how Murong Fu's appearance compared to his own. After exchanging a few words, he couldn't help but ask, "Second Brother, you mistook me for Young Master Murong earlier. Could it be that Young Master Murong bears some resemblance to me?" Qiao Feng replied, "I've long admired the Murong family of Gusu. I came to Jiangnan specifically for them. I've heard that Murong Fu is refined and handsome, around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, several years older than you, my sir. But I never imagined that besides Murong Fu, there was another young master in Jiangnan with such high martial arts skills and elegant appearance. Therefore, I mistook him for someone else, and I'm truly ashamed." Hearing Qiao Feng's words, it seemed he hadn't met Murong Fu either. It seemed he would have to go and meet him himself.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu knew something had happened, he still asked Qiao Feng about what had just occurred. Qiao Feng sighed and said, "I had a close friend who died a violent death more than two months ago. Everyone says it was Murong Fu who poisoned him." Zhang Xiaoyu exclaimed, "An eye for an eye!" Qiao Feng said, "That's right. The fatal wound my friend suffered was inflicted by his own signature technique." His voice choked with emotion, his expression sorrowful. He paused, then added, "But things in the martial world are unpredictable and unpredictable; we can't rely solely on rumors." "With just a few words, you hastily condemn someone. I came to Jiangnan to find out the truth." Zhang Xiaoyu asked, "What is the truth?" Qiao Feng shook his head and said, "It's hard to say at this point. My friend has been famous for a long time, is upright, humble, and always acts with great composure. He wouldn't offend Young Master Murong for no reason. It's truly puzzling why he would be plotted against." "Is what happened half a month later related to this?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked, which would give him a reason to help Qiao Feng. He couldn't just appear in Xingzilin for no reason.

"It is indeed related to this." "Then I will definitely go and lend you a hand, Second Brother." "Good, then thank you, Third Brother." Qiao Feng said happily. The two chatted for a while longer before Qiao Feng left.

Chapter 038: Taking a Girl as a Servant

Thinking that Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei had said they were waiting for him at the shop, Zhang Xiaoyu hurried back to the hotel.

Zhang Xiaoyu rushed back to the hotel and asked the innkeeper about the rooms of Zhong Ling and the other two women. The innkeeper remembered Zhang Xiaoyu well and knew he was with the two women, so he led Zhang Xiaoyu to their room.

Zhang Xiaoyu asked the innkeeper to leave and pushed open the door to enter the room. He saw Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei sitting on the bed chatting. When Zhong Ling saw Zhang Xiaoyu come in, she said to Ge Guangpei, "Hehe, Sister Guangpei, I told you so." Zhong Ling seemed to have made some kind of bet with Goguryeo earlier: "I said my husband is a big lecher. He knew we'd serve him together tonight, so he'd definitely rush over. Now it's proven me right, isn't it?" Ge Guangpei smiled and glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu without saying a word, her eyes full of genuine affection.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled dryly, pounced on Zhong Ling, and pulled her into his arms: "Ling'er, what bad things are you saying about me now?" As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoyu had already cupped Zhong Ling's breasts from behind.

"How annoying!" Zhang Xiaoyu said, but her hands were not to be outdone, grabbing between Zhang Xiaoyu's legs. Zhang Xiaoyu gasped; this girl was getting more and more formidable.

While kneading Zhong Ling's slender breasts, Zhang Xiaoyu asked, "You've all worked so hard these past few days. You've never traveled this far before, have you?" Ge Guangpei smiled slightly, tilting her head back and saying, "Husband, as long as we're with you, we won't feel tired at all." Zhong Ling also agreed wholeheartedly.

Zhang Xiaoyu was moved, then said with a lewd grin, "Since my wife is so good to her husband, I must also cherish her. I really shouldn't have brought Yue Laosan along this time; I didn't have a chance to cherish you both on the way. This time, I'll make up for it all."

He then extinguished the candle, swept Zhong Ling up in his arms, and placed her on the bed. Without another word, he stripped her of her outer garments, leaving her only in a sexy white embroidered lingerie.

Zhong Ling looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's handsome face, especially his pair of bright, dark eyes, which truly captivated her.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat down beside her, reached out, and pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her alluring half-body, smiling as he said, "Ling'er, I love you!" The innocent Zhong Ling, upon hearing this, was overjoyed. She quickly kissed Zhang Xiaoyu's lips, tears of excitement streaming down her face, splashing onto his cheeks and shoulders.

Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't expected that such a simple sentence would move Zhong Ling so deeply. Little did he know, he had never expressed such deep affection for Zhong Ling before. In ancient times, it was extremely rare for a woman to hear her beloved man utter those three words. In this era, whether male or female, even if one's feelings were sincere, they would never utter those three words lightly.

Therefore, Zhong Ling was so excited after hearing Zhang Xiaoyu say those three words. Zhang Xiaoyu felt a pang of shame; he seemed to have only said those three words to Gan Baobao. It seemed this would have to become an essential part of his activities with other women. As

Zhang Xiaoyu pondered this, he was captivated by the soft, smooth texture of Zhong Ling's lips, which stirred his senses.

The two kissed passionately for a long time, and Zhang Xiaoyu's large hands slowly slipped inside Zhong Ling's underwear, kneading her incessantly.

Ge Guangpei, watching the two act so wildly, felt both excited and shy. Although they had slept together many times, Ge Guangpei only felt truly uninhibited when with Xin Shuangqing and his apprentice. However, gradually, along with Zhang Xiaoyu's panting and the woman's soft moans, she felt her body slowly begin to heat up.

Zhang Xiaoyu gently caressed the fair and delicate feet of the beautiful Zhong Ling. Zhong Ling trembled slightly, but managed to suppress her shyness and silently enjoy Zhang Xiaoyu's caresses. Just as she was overwhelmed by this indescribable pleasure, Zhang Xiaoyu gently took her toes into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. Instantly, her toes curled up, but Zhang Xiaoyu held them firmly to prevent her escape. Her calves tensed, but she eventually stopped struggling and gradually relaxed. Zhang Xiaoyu then took her entire toe into his mouth, his tongue swirling between her toes. Her toes began to curl again, and he noticed her breathing quicken. Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue then moved upwards from her toes, inch by inch along her ankle and calf. Perhaps aroused by the scent of Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhong Ling's breathing became rapid, and her body grew hot.

A strange pleasure surged from her toes upwards, through her slender calves, rounded knees, and full thighs, all the way to the crevice hidden beneath her pink panties. In an instant, Zhong Ling felt a surge of heat within her; the pink panties seemed to fill her with warmth, gradually becoming soaked and clinging tightly to her cleavage.

Slowly, Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue moved upwards from her feet, and when it reached the inside of her thighs, Zhong Ling, who had been covering her face with her hands, gripped the sheets tightly, her beautiful eyes closed, her cherry lips clenched, her body involuntarily twisting, her mind blank. Zhang Xiaoyu gently pulled down her short pants, and Zhong Ling involuntarily raised her legs to cooperate with his movements. Zhang Xiaoyu pressed his hands against her waist, his tongue relentlessly kissing the alluring crevice through her pink panties. Zhong Ling couldn't help but groan, pressing her hands against Zhang Xiaoyu's head and clamping her legs together to prevent him from going any further.

Zhang Xiaoyu then shifted his focus, moving past her moist, eagerly anticipating cleavage to her smooth, soft abdomen. He pushed up her loose t-shirt, lingering on her alluring navel before heading straight for the highest point.

Reaching out, he unbuttoned her emerald green undergarment, revealing her snow-white, beautiful breasts, firm and perfectly exposed, their pink buds erect with passion. Without a second thought, Zhang Xiaoyu began to lick her breasts, which were slightly smaller and more delicate than her mother's.

As Zhong Ling trembled, Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue reached the base of her breast, his nose and lips lightly and quickly rubbing the lower edge of her full, white breasts, causing them to tremble slightly. Her round, firm breasts stood erect like never before, the red of her areolas expanding, and her nipples already engorged and hard. Her chest was like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment, fueled by desire.

Looking at her snow-white skin, Zhang Xiaoyu sighed in admiration, then leaned down again, burying his head deeply in her flesh, inhaling deeply the fresh, feminine scent of jasmine, and letting out a comfortable sigh. Zhong Ling's breathing quickened. Zhang Xiaoyu rubbed his face against her smooth skin, then opened his mouth and took one nipple into his mouth, gently holding her soft breasts. Zhong Ling hugged Zhang Xiaoyu's head, her expression one of extreme distress. She bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, emitting seductive moans, her nipples swelling.

Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and lifted her chin. Zhong Ling blushed, closed her beautiful eyes, and pouted her rosy lips. He kissed her without hesitation, and Zhong Ling immediately responded passionately, returning Zhang Xiaoyu's kiss. Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue explored, gently teasing hers. She was intoxicated by Zhang Xiaoyu's tenderness and relaxed her body. Zhang Xiaoyu's lower body slowly invaded between Zhong Ling's legs, rubbing her sensitive inner thighs with his strong legs while kissing her red lips. Zhong Ling's little tongue darted out slightly, and Zhang Xiaoyu was delighted, taking it in and gently sucking. Zhong Ling's fragrant breath sprayed on his face, and her breasts heaved rapidly under his hands. After teasing her for a moment, Zhang Xiaoyu released her tongue and then kissed his way down her cheeks, earlobes, and neck, lingering on her breasts for a moment before moving down again, past her navel and lower abdomen, finally reaching the top of her thighs.

Zhong Ling seemed to realize Zhang Xiaoyu's intentions once again, her heart trembling with excitement. Her bright eyes were filled with both passion and shyness as she stammered, "Brother...I want..." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and asked, "What do you want?" He parted her thighs, and Zhong Ling let out a soft moan, covering her face. Her delicate petals were revealed before him. Zhong Ling reached out to cover her private parts, her voice trembling, "Brother..." Zhang Xiaoyu inhaled the scent between her legs, his breathing becoming heavy. Then he took her hand from her lower body, pressing her palm to his nose, inhaling her fragrance. Zhong Ling was startled and tried to pull away, but Zhang Xiaoyu held her firmly. Looking up at Zhang Xiaoyu's greedy and excited eyes, her heart pounded wildly, and she quickly closed her eyes. She gripped the sheets tightly, the blue veins on her hand visible, her lower body slightly trembling.

Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue touched the edge of Zhong Ling's petals, causing her to involuntarily lift her buttocks slightly. Zhang Xiaoyu then took both petals into his mouth, and Zhong Ling let out a soft moan, swaying her slender waist as if both welcoming and dodging. Zhang Xiaoyu pressed his tongue into her petals, and Zhong Ling couldn't help but open her small mouth and cry out, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dreamy and alluring. Encouraged, Zhang Xiaoyu forcefully parted Zhong Ling's petals, revealing her delicate valley exuding an alluring fragrance. He leaned in and used his tongue to tease the bright red, erect buds. Zhong Ling frowned, looking extremely annoyed, and groaned, "Brother...no...I...can't...take it..." Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his tongue into Zhong Ling's peach blossom mouth, his fingers quickly twisting the buds. She let out a sharp moan and arched her slender waist, her body suddenly tensing, and a viscous nectar spurted from her petals. Although it was different from Ge Guangpei's fragrance, it was a woman's scent as alluring as orchids and musk, exceptionally tempting. After her climax, Zhong Ling's face was flushed, her expression alluring, her nostrils flared, and her bright red lips trembled slightly, making

her incredibly captivating. Zhang Xiaoyu groaned comfortably, turning his head to kiss Zhong Ling's small mouth, his hand firmly grasping one of her breasts.

Zhong Ling responded shyly, moaning softly in her throat. Zhang Xiaoyu rolled over and pressed his head against Zhong Ling's soft body, and she obediently parted her legs. Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head, letting his large head tease her pink petals, and Zhong Ling hummed softly.

Under the couple's passionate performance, Ge Guangpei's bright eyes had become hazy. She slowly walked towards the two men engaged in their passionate lovemaking, her eyes fixed on them, her right hand slowly reaching towards her lower body.

Zhang Xiaoyu was holding Zhong Ling's petite body, their tongues intertwined in a tight, continuous motion. Seeing Ge Guangpei approaching, he hurriedly turned around and whispered, "Senior Sister, come over quickly too, let's do it together. We haven't done it for so many days, don't you want to?" Ge Guangpei, who had been half-closing her beautiful eyes, suddenly heard Zhang Xiaoyu's call and no longer hesitated. She couldn't always have her master accompany her. Ge Guangpei took off her clothes and boldly leaned against Zhang Xiaoyu's back, her hands slowly caressing his body. With

one person under him and another crawling behind him, Zhang Xiaoyu felt exceptionally happy, and his movements became more vigorous. Finally, with a soft cry, Zhong Ling reached her climax. Seeing Zhong Ling unable to move, Zhang Xiaoyu hurriedly turned around and pressed Ge Guangpei down beneath him.

Ge Guangpei gently closed her eyes, her rosy cheeks slightly upturned so that her lips could press tightly against Zhang Xiaoyu's lips... Zhang Xiaoyu's lips completely enveloped Ge Guangpei's small mouth and gently sucked. Her lips were soft and moist, offering a unique sensation in his mouth. Zhang Xiaoyu greedily licked and kissed them, occasionally slipping his tongue into her mouth to explore her small mouth… Ge Guangpei's fragrant tongue also entered Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth, the two tongues intertwining intimately in the warm oral cavity, exchanging emotions. Looking at Ge Guangpei's tightly closed eyes and beautiful eyelashes, smelling the alluring fragrance emanating from her body, and feeling the sweet breath from her nose, Zhang Xiaoyu felt the flames of desire quickly ignite in his lower abdomen, rapidly filling his entire abdomen and then spreading outwards throughout his body. His manhood suddenly became erect… In the midst of their passionate kiss, Ge Guangpei slowly opened her eyes, her gentle gaze, shimmering with a faint light, exuding a captivating charm. The desire hidden within Zhang Xiaoyu was gradually ignited by the stimulation of Ge Guangpei's soft and sweet lips. Ge Guangpei's long hair, spread out on the bed, looked incredibly beautiful. Combined with her shy, girlish expression, it created a fatal allure that could mesmerize anyone.

Zhang Xiaoyu's lips traced a kiss down Ge Guangpei's chin, while his hands began to roam, lingering on her pristine breasts. The full, textured breasts shifted and changed shape under his hands, the two pink and tender nipples standing proudly erect. Zhang

Xiaoyu impatiently lowered his head, gently licking the pink nipples, while Ge Guangpei put a finger in her mouth, biting the tip lightly, emitting a low moan. Her body trembled slightly as Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers kneaded her breasts, his tongue continuing its downward kiss down her chest, finally stopping at her vulva.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu's hands moved from Ge Guangpei's breasts to her lower body, his fingers gently parting the two smooth, plump, and juicy petals. The pale pink labia, now blooming like a flower, revealed their intricately arranged folds, completely exposed to Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Senior sister, yours is very beautiful," Zhang Xiaoyu said with a grin. Ge Guangpei, beneath Zhang Xiaoyu, blushed deeply at his actions, covering her face with her hands, unable to look at him. Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and began licking Ge Guangpei's exposed pink petals, occasionally inserting his tongue into her vaginal canal, licking her clitoris, and sucking on her petals. His tongue moved in and out of her vaginal canal.

"Oh…no…Junior brother…good…" Ge Guangpei cried out. Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and lifted Ge Guangpei's thighs onto his shoulders, extending his tongue to continue his 'work,' looking like a hungry hunting dog. Soon, glistening liquid began to flow from Ge Guangpei's lower body. This was, of course, the fluid secreted by Ge Guangpei due to excitement, indicating that Zhang Xiaoyu had aroused her desire.

Ge Guangpei's supple thighs, under Zhang Xiaoyu's teasing, involuntarily contracted, tightly clamping Zhang Xiaoyu's head between them. Her thighs squeezed so tightly that Zhang Xiaoyu had difficulty breathing, but he continued his vigorous work. Gradually, Zhang Xiaoyu felt the temperature of her skin begin to rise. With the touch of his fingertips, he could feel that Ge Guangpei's delicate, baby-like skin had turned pink.

"Senior sister, how does it feel?" Their limbs were tightly intertwined, and Zhang Xiaoyu gently bit her earlobe.

"It's so wonderful, little brother," Ge Guangpei said dreamily, her face flushed.

"Sister, shall I let you enjoy this wonderful feeling again?" Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her delicate face and asked softly.

"Okay," Ge Guangpei mumbled in response to Zhang Xiaoyu, offering him another kiss, and they were joined together once more. Ge Guangpei's body was so intoxicating that Zhang Xiaoyu, having tasted the sweetness, couldn't stop, conquering her again and again. Although Ge Guangpei was a mature woman in her thirties, she couldn't withstand Zhang Xiaoyu's almost relentless conquest. When Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew from the woman, who had been almost completely drained, she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

After several rounds of pleasure, the three of them, with satisfied smiles, nestled together and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Zhang Xiaoyu, with the help of the two women, dressed and cleaned himself. The three of them went downstairs to order food, and asked the waiter to call Yue Laosan down. After eating, Zhang Xiaoyu told Yue Laosan to go and find out about the situation at Yanziwu, as he didn't even know how to get there yet.

After Yue Laosan left, Zhang Xiaoyu took Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei shopping. What girl doesn't love to go shopping? Zhang Xiaoyu treated his women exceptionally well. He had lost his parents at a young age and was raised by four girls, about ten years older than him. These girls were like mothers and sisters to him, so Zhang Xiaoyu's feelings for women were special. Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoyu missed his four sisters and vowed to repay them properly when he returned. (This foreshadows a future adventure in a modern city.) The two women were overjoyed; they had never seen such a lively scene before. Holding their hands, Zhang Xiaoyu attracted envious and jealous glances. Men envied Zhang Xiaoyu, while women envied the two women. The number of women captivated by Zhang Xiaoyu was no less than the number of men attracted to the two women, greatly satisfying Zhang Xiaoyu's vanity.

The three walked on, when suddenly they heard a commotion not far ahead. Zhang Xiaoyu looked up and saw a crowd gathered, with the faint sound of a woman crying.

Curious, Zhang Xiaoyu pulled the two women along, simultaneously channeling his inner energy to protect them from any lecherous scoundrel. Soon, they reached the front of the crowd.

"Selling a daughter for adoption!" The first thing that caught his eye was a wooden board with the words "Selling a daughter for adoption" written in bright red.

Zhang Xiaoyu found this intriguing; he'd seen plenty of stories about selling oneself to bury one's father, but selling a daughter for adoption was a first.

His gaze shifted, and next to the board stood a woman leading a girl of about ten years old. People around them were pointing and whispering, mostly with disdain.

Zhang Xiaoyu paused, thinking, "Could this be the one who sold her daughter for adoption?" The woman looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Although her clothes weren't fancy, she had the air of a well-bred young lady. He wondered how she had ended up in such a state.

Zhang Xiaoyu knew that in this society, women were not allowed to show their faces in public, and such acts of selling themselves were considered shameful, even more despicable than those of prostitutes. But this woman, who must have once been very wealthy, was kneeling here, waiting to be bought, just to support her daughter. How difficult this must be for her! For wealthy families, face was more important than life itself. Seeing her do such a thing for her daughter, Zhang Xiaoyu was deeply moved. What a kind woman!

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at the price tag beside him: fifty taels of silver. The price was indeed high, further confirming his judgment. It was obvious this woman didn't understand the living conditions of ordinary people; at this price, only the rich could probably afford her.

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly felt a surge of emotion. The two women beside him also had tears in their eyes. Zhang Xiaoyu took out a hundred-tael silver note, ready to give it to the remarkable woman, when suddenly someone intervened: "Hmm, she's quite pretty. Gou Sheng, give her twenty taels and take her away." Zhang Xiaoyu felt a chill run down his spine. Gou Sheng, that name… Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and saw the three of them, master and servants, slowly approaching. The leader was a young man in his twenties, quite handsome, dressed in fine clothes, and adorned with numerous valuables—clearly a spoiled brat. Behind him were two men: a guard in his thirties, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light, obviously a martial arts expert, but unfortunately, just someone else's dog; and a scrawny, lecherous-looking man, presumably the one named Gou Sheng.

Gou Sheng arrogantly glared at Zhang Xiaoyu, ignored him, and stepped forward, throwing twenty taels of silver in front of the mother and daughter. He shouted, "Here are twenty taels of silver. Come with us!" The young woman glanced at the lewd-faced playboy, then at Zhang Xiaoyu, seemingly reluctant. Zhang Xiaoyu was slightly taken aback; it seemed this young woman was no simpleton and knew this playboy was no good.

Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to see what she would do, so he stood aside and watched. The young woman had initially hoped Zhang Xiaoyu would buy her off, but seeing his lack of reaction, she must have been afraid of the playboy. She sighed, pulled her daughter to her feet, and stood up.

The纨绔子弟 (a spoiled, dissolute young man) had only caught a glimpse of the woman's profile from afar and found her incredibly beautiful. Now, seeing her in full view up close, he was even more excited, wishing he could immediately pin her down on the bed. He then glanced at the girl beside her and was overjoyed. He hadn't expected this young woman's daughter to be so beautiful. Although her face was still slightly immature, her body was well-developed, much better than other girls her age. In ancient times, girls married at fourteen or fifteen, and some were already mothers by then.

"I didn't expect buying a big beauty would come with a little beauty too. I'm really lucky to have you two today. Tonight, I'll let you both have your turn. I'll satisfy the big one first, then I'll deflower the little one." The playboy said to the woman with a lewd look.

The woman's face changed drastically upon hearing this, and she threw out the silver ingot she had just received. "I don't want your silver anymore! I won't sell! Let me go!" Gou Sheng laughed a few times and said, "Little lady, once the silver is received, the deal is done. You can't just say you won't sell. You have to sell today, whether you want to or not." As he spoke

, he pounced forward. "That's right, Gou Sheng, grab them. After I'm done, I'll let you have your fun too." Damn it, what a scumbag! These words directly enraged Zhang Xiaoyu. Damn it, is this even a man? Has his brain been kicked by a donkey?

Zhang Xiaoyu kicked Gou Sheng with a light kick. With a "bang," accompanied by a muffled groan, Gou Sheng was kicked to the ground, clutching his stomach and yelling. The guard behind the scoundrel said to his master, "Young master, that fellow is a skilled martial artist, very capable. Perhaps he's a disciple of some master? Maybe we should just let this matter drop." This guard had some sense; he knew he was no match for Zhang Xiaoyu and feared for his young master's safety, so he advised him to leave quickly.

However, this spoiled young master was used to being arrogant. He was a local tyrant, relying on his uncle's high-ranking position in the court, and could commit any evil deed. He wasn't about to let it go so easily and yelled at the guards, "Am I just keeping you around for decoration? If you don't teach this brat a lesson today, you'll be sorry when we get back!" Although the guard knew he was no match for Zhang Xiaoyu, he had no choice but to strike him with a palm strike.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled contemptuously at him, then struck out with only thirty percent of his strength. A muffled thud was heard, and the guard's body trembled, sent flying two or three zhang (approximately 6-9 meters) into the air. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and after landing, he swayed several times, taking a few steps back before regaining his footing. Zhang Xiaoyu, seeing him as nothing more than a dog, saw no need to go all out.

The guard's face was pale, a hint of horror in his eyes. He glanced at the纨绔公子 (a spoiled young master), then turned and retreated.

The onlookers at a distance paled. They hadn't expected this handsome young man, seemingly unknown, to possess such formidable skills. They knew who the纨绔公子 was, and they also knew who the guard was. Normally, even renowned swordsmen rarely dared to fight them. But today, this handsome young man had made him vomit blood in a single move—a truly gratifying sight.

The servant named Gousheng had already gotten up. Seeing the scene, he hurriedly advised the纨绔公子 (wanku gongzi, a spoiled young master), "Young master, we've encountered a master today. We're no match for him. Let's go back quickly." The纨绔公子 looked at the injured guard, then at Zhang Xiaoyu, glared at him fiercely, and said, "I have things to do today, so I won't bother with you for now. I'll settle the score with you later." With that, he tried to leave. Anyone who could injure a guard in one move was definitely not a kind person.

"Wait!" Zhang Xiaoyu sneered, "When did I agree to let you leave? Do you think this is a free market where you can come and go as you please? Did you even ask me?" The纨绔公子's face turned cold, and he said, "Kid, don't go too far!" Zhang Xiaoyu laughed loudly, striking a very arrogant pose, and said, "I never go too far. You scum, what can you do besides bullying others? You're not even as good as a pig. At least a pig can be killed and eaten." The people around burst into laughter. Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei also laughed so hard they clutched their stomachs. This纨绔公子 had never been treated like this before. In his excitement, he had completely forgotten the guard's earlier advice and charged forward, shouting and waving his fists.

"Slap!" A loud slap rang out, and the纨绔公子 staggered back a few steps, fell to the ground, and howled like a pig being slaughtered.

"Young hero, leave some room for maneuver. This is the nephew of Minister Dong, the current Minister of Revenue. We hope you can give us a hand." The guard who had been injured by Zhang Xiaoyu hurriedly said to him after seeing his master on the ground.

No wonder he was so arrogant; his backing was quite impressive. Although Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care about that Minister of Revenue, he had other things to do and preferred to avoid trouble. "Get lost! If I see you bullying the weak again, you won't get away so easily." The spoiled young master, supported by his guard and Gou Sheng, limped away, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu

saw that this guy seemed to want revenge and really wanted to go over and give him a few more blows, but then thought better of it. He'd go to his house that night and turn the place upside down.

"Yun'er, come and thank this young master!" The beautiful young woman immediately pulled her daughter up and thanked Zhang Xiaoyu after the spoiled young master left. "Thank you, Uncle," the girl named Yun'er thanked Zhang Xiaoyu, her voice sweet. "Young Master, I am deeply grateful for your great kindness, but I have only troubled you." The woman bowed slightly to Zhang Xiaoyu, a gesture clearly not from an ordinary person.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled calmly: "It's nothing, a small matter. I'm not afraid of those pretentious people. By the way, why don't you two come with me from now on? I don't think anyone will dare to bid if you stay here any longer." The young woman was overjoyed and pulled her daughter over, saying gratefully to Zhang Xiaoyu, "Thank you, Young Master. From now on, Ruoyun will be your servant. Ruoyun will serve you well. Yun'er, quickly kneel down to Young Master." She then knelt down.

Zhang Xiaoyu quickly pulled the two of them back, saying to Ruoyun, "Don't kneel down, I don't like that. And don't call me Young Master, call me Young Master or... Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Zhang Xiaoyu, you can call me Young Master or Xiaoyu from now on, don't treat yourself like a servant." After saying that, he gently pinched the girl's pretty face and said, "Your name is Yun'er, right? You're so pretty. From now on, you'll be with me. I will protect and take care of you and your mother, and I won't let Yun'er and her mother suffer anymore." Upon hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, tears immediately streamed down Ruoyun's face. She wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word. Yun'er's face actually turned red after Zhang Xiaoyu touched her like that, and she said sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle, you're a good person." Uh, Uncle, Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned. He didn't seem to be that much older than her. Oh well, Uncle it is then. Who told him to look so mature? But if he really looked like he was fifteen or sixteen, how could he possibly win over a little sister?

"Alright, alright, cheer up. I don't even know your names yet. Would you mind introducing yourselves? Ruoyun, stop crying, it hurts my heart." Zhang Xiaoyu blurted out his words without thinking, only realizing his mistake afterward. His face flushed red, and he stood awkwardly to the side. Ruoyun

also blushed upon hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, thinking to herself how strange it was. Zhang Xiaoyu's words sounded like those of a lecherous man, as if he were flirting with her, yet she didn't feel angry at all.

"Hehe, I was just joking with you. Don't take it seriously. Quickly introduce yourselves," Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, quickly changing the subject.

This method actually worked. Ruoyun introduced herself to Zhang Xiaoyu, "My surname is Liu, and my given name is Ruoyun. Yun'er's surname is Li, and her given name is Lingyun." After saying this, Ruoyun wanted to say something more, but opened her mouth without saying anything. She looked around and gave Zhang Xiaoyu an apologetic look.

Zhang Xiaoyu guessed that she had some unspeakable secret that she couldn't reveal in public, so he called the group back to the hotel. Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei took a liking to Li Lingyun the moment they saw her. Each of them held one of Lingyun's small hands, and they chatted with Liu Ruoyun as they walked. Liu Ruoyun was a little nervous at first, wondering what the relationship was between the two women and Zhang Xiaoyu. Although Zhang Xiaoyu said he wouldn't treat her like a servant, she didn't take it seriously. Later, seeing that Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei were indeed very nice and didn't treat her like a servant, she gradually relaxed.

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