[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 33

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Chapter 112: A Minor Character Dies Upon His First Appearance.

Zhaixingzi didn't understand what a "travel plan" was, but the other party clearly wouldn't comply. He sneered a few times, flicked his sleeve, and suddenly threw a fireball at Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu was startled, not by fear, but by a hint of delight. He chuckled to himself, "Ha, if this guy were to cosplay as a magician, he could probably win a big prize. The Xingxiu Sect's kung fu is quite creative." Seeing the fireball hurtling towards him, he remained unfazed, casually slapping it away with his right hand. How could the fireball withstand Zhang Xiaoyu's powerful palm strike? It instantly vanished.

Zhaixingzi was greatly surprised. Although this move wasn't his strongest, Zhang Xiaoyu had broken it so easily, showing that his martial arts were far superior. He dared not attack again and turned to flee.

Azi watched everything clearly. She naturally had complete confidence in Zhang Xiaoyu, so she only focused on Zhaixingzi. At this moment, he turned around, several poisoned needles hidden in his hand, silently shooting them straight at Zhaixingzi's back.

Caught off guard, Zhaixingzi screamed in agony and immediately collapsed, the poison from the needles taking effect, howling like a pig being slaughtered, rolling on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned and glared at Azi, who wasn't afraid of him, giggling and saying, "Master, you haven't taught me the 'Flick of the Finger' technique yet, so using poisoned needles now can't be considered breaking my promise." Zhang Xiaoyu could only shake his head upon hearing this. He glanced at Zhaixingzi on the ground, sighed, spurred his horse forward, and continued on his way. Azi quickly followed. Seeing that their senior brother was also so easily defeated, the Xingxiu Sect members dared not stop the two.

Only after Zhang Xiaoyu and Azi had gone far away did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

One of them said, "Third Senior Brother, what should we do now?" The middle-aged man lowered his head and pondered for a while, then said, "Now, we can only say that our eldest senior brother seized the treasure cauldron, took it for himself, and rebelled against the sect. Now, as long as we destroy the evidence, we can swear a solemn oath later. If we go back to see Master, at most we will be punished, but we can save our lives." Everyone admired him and immediately finished off the struggling Zhaixingzi, dug a deep pit by the roadside and buried him. After carefully checking

that no traces were left, they left together. Zhang Xiaoyu and Azi continued to ride their horses slowly along the road. However, Azi noticed that Zhang Xiaoyu had been frowning and shaking his head with a sigh since earlier. She thought that perhaps her actions earlier were a bit insidious and had angered him. Over the years, Azi had come to know that Zhang Xiaoyu disliked killing people himself, especially by means of poison. She glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu again from behind and whispered, "Master, I just injured Senior Brother. Are you angry?" She spoke lightly, knowing that the poison needles she had used on Zhaixingzi were of various kinds, enough to be fatal even for a god. She only mentioned "injuring" Senior Brother, clearly afraid of Zhang Xiaoyu's reproach. However, Zhaixingzi had indeed died at the hands of those junior brothers, so what Azi said was somewhat true, though she herself was unaware of it.

Zhang Xiaoyu snapped out of his thoughts, turned to look at Azi, and saw the little girl's pitiful appearance. He smiled slightly, then said sternly, "I was just thinking about some things, not that I'm angry with you. But I truly disliked your actions just now. Remember, in the future, with me here, you don't need to intervene. If I can't withstand it either, your intervention will be useless." Azi was secretly delighted; she had worried unnecessarily.

"Azi, I need to get to Shaolin Temple now. The journey might be dangerous, and having you with me will distract me. Why don't you come to my house and wait for me? There will be someone there to practice martial arts with you." Zhang Xiaoyu was still worried about Qiao Feng. Taking Azi along would only cause more trouble. He decided to send her to her sister's place. From their conversations these past few days, it seemed Azi didn't know she had a sister and mother. He'd let Azhu handle this herself.

"No! I want to stay with Master Brother!" Azi felt a pang of sadness at the thought of parting with Zhang Xiaoyu and clung to his arm, protesting. "

I didn't expect this girl to be so well-endowed. She's almost as big as Azhu. I wonder if she inherited it from her mother-in-law, Ruan Xingzhu, whom she'd never met?" Zhang Xiaoyu thought with a sense of satisfaction as he felt his arm being embraced by two large breasts.

"Azi, be good. Brother really has urgent business to attend to. If I'm late, it will be bad for Second Brother Qiao Feng," Zhang Xiaoyu said, and then, as if possessed, he used his other hand to pull Azi into his arms.

Why is Master Brother holding me? Doesn't he know that men and women shouldn't be so close? Oh dear, how embarrassing! Azi felt her heart pounding. She couldn't help but think to herself, "Doesn't he think about who touched whom first? Zhang Xiaoyu's arm is still wrapped around my two magnificent breasts.

" "Yes, I understand. I'll listen to Master Brother. Brother, you must come back soon to teach Azi martial arts." Although Azi was flustered and lustful, she knew the gravity of the situation. Zhang Xiaoyu didn't like her ruthless and underhanded methods, so she was just a burden. If she continued to act unreasonably, this Master Brother who had given her such attraction might dislike her.

Zhang Xiaoyu immediately wrote a letter to A'Zhu and asked A'Zi to deliver it. Although A'Zhu knew she had a younger sister, she wasn't sure if Zhang Xiaoyu knew it was A'Zi, so she explained in the letter that A'Zi was her sister.

After parting with A'Zi, Zhang Xiaoyu traveled north, hoping to reach Shaolin Temple as soon as possible to meet Qiao Feng. If he could stop Xiao Yuanshan from killing, that would be best. This Xiao Yuanshan was foolish to kill like that; wouldn't everyone in the martial arts world blame his son, Qiao Feng? Fortunately, Qiao Feng's martial arts were unparalleled; anyone else would have been killed dozens of times over.

One day, Zhang Xiaoyu walked into a mulberry grove, his feet sinking into the soft soil, listening to the chirping of insects and birds, feeling as if he had merged with the world. Suddenly, that feeling snapped, and Zhang Xiaoyu's mind went blank. He used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and leaped backward more than ten feet. With a whoosh, more than a dozen hidden weapons swept down from the air, neatly arranged where Zhang Xiaoyu had just landed. The hidden weapons were of various kinds: iron spikes, copper darts, steel cones, gold needles, and more. What was remarkable was that they came from all directions simultaneously.

Zhang Xiaoyu had no time to think; another wave of hidden weapons attacked him. He dodged to the side, calling out, "Gentlemen, you've greeted me, why don't you come down and meet me?" From the direction the weapons came from, he could see that the people were hiding in the trees, but the trees were tall and the foliage dense, making them difficult to see. Zhang Xiaoyu dodged several waves of hidden weapons, noticing how strange these people were. They fired their weapons all at once, but not continuously; there were gaps in between, as if they were firing on a single command. He couldn't hear any other unusual sounds.

Zhang Xiaoyu locked onto a spot, weaving and dodging as he approached. He could vaguely see a man in black hiding in the branches. Zhang Xiaoyu held an iron spike he had picked up from the ground while dodging, ready to unleash his Finger Flicking Skill. With a few swift movements, several men in black leaped down from nearby trees. Their heads were covered with black cloth, only their eyes showing through two holes. Zhang Xiaoyu silently counted nine people, but couldn't discern their leader. They were clearly well-trained, their movements perfectly synchronized, surrounding him in a crisscrossing pattern, emanating a chilling killing intent.

Judging by their skill, they seemed quite formidable. Zhang Xiaoyu silently channeled his Tai Xuan True Qi, focusing his attention on defense, and smiled, "Friends, have you mistaken me for someone else? I don't seem to recognize you." He had offended quite a few people now: the Beggar Clan, Murong Fu, Ding Chunqiu, the Blood Fiend Sect—Zhang Xiaoyu truly couldn't understand who wanted to deal with him. Before he finished speaking, all nine men attacked Zhang Xiaoyu simultaneously, clearly not intending to engage in a drawn-out fight, but directly aiming to kill him.

Zhang Xiaoyu used the Lingbo Weibu footwork, simultaneously flicking his hands; his left hand released true qi, while his right hand flicked out iron spikes. With a soft "poof," Zhang Xiaoyu's finger-flicking technique, unleashed with his true energy, was deflected by the palms of a man in black. However, the iron spike struck the right arm of another man in black, causing his right hand to hang limply, presumably broken. Despite this, the man was fierce and showed no sign of retreating, continuing to launch attacks with both fists and legs. Zhang Xiaoyu drew a small Tai Chi symbol with his right hand, and under the guidance of his soft energy, the man on his right floated on his feet, involuntarily shifting two steps to the side. Just as Zhang Xiaoyu was about to step forward to finish him off, he felt a palm strike coming from both sides of his ribs. He quickly retreated slightly, dodging the fists and palms of the two men.

If these nine men were to fight one-on-one, none of them could withstand a few moves from Zhang Xiaoyu. However, whenever he forced one of them to retreat, another would attack him from behind, demonstrating their mastery of coordinated attacks. Zhang Xiaoyu, already lacking in combat experience, was now forced to rely solely on his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to constantly move around. This battle left Zhang Xiaoyu bewildered. His opponents didn't utter a single word, and he couldn't even see their faces clearly. He couldn't defeat them in one fell swoop, and they couldn't injure him in the slightest. The magic of the Lingbo Weibu lay in the fact that each step was taken from an unexpected direction, appearing suddenly in front and suddenly behind. Although the nine men were skilled, Zhang Xiaoyu was constantly weaving through their palm strikes and fist shadows. After

about fifteen minutes, Zhang Xiaoyu grew impatient and shouted, "Say something! Aren't you tired after fighting for so long?" But the men remained silent, relentlessly attacking him. Zhang Xiaoyu repelled the two men in black with a single palm strike, shouting, "This is boring, I'm done!" He used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to weave through the crowd and break free.

As Zhang Xiaoyu emerged from the encirclement of the nine men in black, leaving them behind, a sudden shadow loomed overhead, and a powerful palm wind enveloped him. More enemies! Zhang Xiaoyu raised his right hand in a defensive stance, and with a bang, he blurted out, "Xiao Wuxiang Gong!" One of the men in black staggered back three steps, but a hawk-shaped symbol adorned his forehead, indicating he was the leader of the group.

Several more men in black caught up and surrounded Zhang Xiaoyu. The leader, his eyes flashing coldly, asked, "Who are you?" His tone was harsh, unlike the voice of someone from the Central Plains. Zhang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, "I was about to ask you the same thing! So many of you didn't say a word, and you attacked me without warning, yet you still ask who I am!" His mind raced, trying to recall who in the Heavenly Dragon Clan knew the Lesser Formless Skill. Kumārajīva? He was his third brother; impossible. Li Canghai and his disciple, even less likely. Li Qiushui, she was the Empress Dowager in the Western Xia palace; she probably wouldn't know of him. And judging from the figure and voice, this person was definitely male.

The man in black coldly said, "You actually know the Lesser Formless Skill! You know too much. People who know too much in this world never have a good ending!" With a wave of his hand, several men in black attacked Zhang Xiaoyu again. Zhang Xiaoyu was puzzled. No one knew his identity or background, but judging from the man's tone, it seemed he had previously interfered and ruined the man's plans. Before Zhang Xiaoyu could think further, a barrage of fist shadows and palm winds pressed down on him.

The leader of the men in black struck Zhang Xiaoyu with a palm. Zhang Xiaoyu gathered his true energy in both hands, forcefully blocking the palm strike, and staggered back several steps.

Chapter 113: Encountering a Powerful Enemy. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu retreat, a man in black seized the opportunity to throw a punch at his head. The leader of the men in black shouted, "No!" I shouted, "Too late!" I pushed back with my left hand, colliding violently with the man in black. He screamed in agony, flying several feet backward, his meridians shattered, and he died. It turned out that when Zhang Xiaoyu and the leader of the men in black exchanged blows, some of Zhang Xiaoyu's power entered his meridians. He pretended to be outmatched and retreated, which gave the man in black the opportunity to take advantage. Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly channeled his true energy, using the momentum of the retreat to strike back and kill the man in one fell swoop.

The leader of the men in black was furious. He roared and pounced on Zhang Xiaoyu, unleashing several attacks in an instant. This man possessed formidable internal strength, but his palm techniques seemed even more exquisite. His palm strikes were wide and sweeping, yet also possessed a light and graceful quality. Zhang Xiaoyu dared not be careless, unleashing his Heavenly Mountain Plum Blossom Hand continuously. Wherever their internal energy passed, a fierce wind howled, sand and stones flew, and the several black-clad men nearby couldn't intervene, yet they still firmly surrounded Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu was furious. When had he ever been treated like this? One or two wouldn't have mattered, but being surrounded and attacked by so many meant he couldn't gain any combat experience. Zhang Xiaoyu used seventy percent of his strength to strike at the black-clad men. The black-clad men immediately felt the increased pressure, realizing that Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't used his full power. Within a few exchanges, all the black-clad men were injured and lying on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't a bloodthirsty person, and he wanted to know who had come to kill him. He was about to ask one of the black-clad men.

An aged voice rang out: "Indeed, excellent skill! To be able to injure one of my trained masters after so many years, truly remarkable!" With two more "remarkable" exclamations, a tall, thin, masked man in gray landed before Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu was startled and quickly turned to face him, for the man's movements were even more agile than the black-clad leader's.

"Are you talking about those black-clad men?" Zhang Xiaoyu laughed. "What bad luck! Fighting for so long and still not knowing who my opponent is?" The gray-clad man laughed heartily. "Don't you know a lot?" Then, his tone shifted sharply, "Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps), tell me where you learned it?" Zhang Xiaoyu's heart trembled. Throughout his travels, no one had recognized his footwork as Lingbo Weibu, yet this man could call it that instantly. Zhang Xiaoyu asked, "Who are you?" The gray-clad man replied, "You don't need to know that. I'm just getting more and more curious about you, and I'm a little reluctant to kill you. What do you say we should do?" As he finished speaking, his figure blurred, and his right arm swept towards Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu was already on high alert, but this seemingly simple sweep was actually a perfect combination of offense and defense, swift and steady. Zhang Xiaoyu parried with a punch, but the gray-clad man used the momentum to drift several feet away. He didn't seize the opportunity to attack, but instead watched Zhang Xiaoyu's footwork, his eyes gleaming. Zhang Xiaoyu's heart stirred. Could this man be trying to comprehend the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)? Zhang Xiaoyu

unleashed several palm strikes at the gray-clad man, but they were all deflected. Zhang Xiaoyu's whole body trembled. This was the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi (a martial arts technique). Although he couldn't reverse his internal energy, he could transfer it underground. Besides the Ming Cult's Qiankun Da Nuo Yi (another martial arts technique) and the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi of the Gusu Murong clan, there were no other martial arts like this. This man must be Murong Bo. He must know about the blows he dealt to Murong Fu and his relationship with Wang Yuyan, but it seems he hasn't told Murong Fu. He then guesses that Wang Yuyan might have also told him about their restoration plan, and now he must see him as an obstacle on their path to restoration.

This Murong Bo is cunning and calculating; he faked his death for thirty years, yet he was still single-mindedly focused on restoring his Great Yan kingdom. Over the years, he must have secretly built up many forces, and before he launches his uprising, he will not allow anyone to know about the Murong family's schemes. Since he suspects Zhang Xiaoyu of knowing his family's plans, he will certainly not let him go.

Murong Bo's figure flickered, and he entangled Zhang Xiaoyu again.

Zhang Xiaoyu rarely encountered such a master; it was a good opportunity to see how far his martial arts had progressed. This Murong Bo was considered one of the top figures in Tianlong.

Murong Bo assumed that Zhang Xiaoyu had already used all his strength in the fight with his men, and that Zhang Xiaoyu's internal energy must have been greatly depleted. He said, "If you can recite the incantation of Lingbo Weibu, I will spare your life." Zhang Xiaoyu was puzzled as to why he was so eager for Lingbo Weibu. Suddenly, he remembered that in the original novel, Cui Baiquan of Zhennan Prefecture recalled that Murong Bo and his wife had studied Lingbo Weibu together. His wife was Wang Yuyan's aunt, and naturally knew of a footwork called Lingbo Weibu. However, even Wang Yuyan's mother, A'luo, did not know Lingbo Weibu. Murong Bo and his wife were both exceptionally intelligent, and somehow they obtained fragments of Lingbo Weibu and began to deduce its meaning. However, the footwork of Lingbo Weibu was complex, and the incantation was profound. It seemed that the Murong couple ultimately failed to comprehend it. The original novel of Tianlong did not mention Murong Bo's wife, so she was probably already dead, perhaps dying from mental exhaustion while trying to comprehend Lingbo Weibu. Could it be that Murong Bo intends to use the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to mourn his deceased wife?

"You're quite confident, aren't you? It's not certain who will let whom go," Zhang Xiaoyu thought, not wanting to waste any more words. He unleashed the Lingbo Weibu, the Tianshan Zhemei Hand, and the Tianshan Liuyang Palm in quick succession. Murong Bo, worthy of being a master from the book, exchanged several blows with Zhang Xiaoyu, but he was no match for Zhang Xiaoyu; Zhang Xiaoyu's internal energy was too high.

Having subdued Murong Bo, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't intend to kill him. He'd keep him around to play with, otherwise, he'd be bored.

That day, Zhang Xiaoyu arrived outside a city and looked up to see the words "Weihui" engraved on the city gate. He was startled, realizing he would pass through this place on his way to Shaolin. Zhang Xiaoyu initially wanted to detour, but then thought he might run into Qiao Feng, and decided to enter the city.

At this time, Elder Xu of the Beggar Clan was still mourning, and some Beggar Clan disciples and figures from the martial arts world had come from afar to pay their respects. Not wanting to attract attention, and lacking A'Zhu's unparalleled disguise skills, Zhang Xiaoyu had no choice but to buy another large bamboo hat to wear on his head. Fortunately, there were many people in the martial arts world, and no one noticed his movements or recognized him.

Zhang Xiaoyu strolled slowly along the streets of Weihui, pausing to listen at each inn and tavern he passed. The most frequent topic of conversation among the martial arts practitioners inside was still Elder Xu's death, naturally all pointing the finger at Qiao Feng.

As he walked, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly saw a man approaching—a burly man with a full beard and a very similar build to Qiao Feng. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a striking resemblance in the man's physique and gait. The man, having noticed Zhang Xiaoyu's scrutiny, glanced at him, a hint of delight flashing in his eyes. Zhang Xiaoyu had no further doubt, knowing it was indeed Qiao Feng in disguise, and his heart leaped with joy. However, not daring to shout in the street, he whispered, "Second Brother, it is indeed me." Qiao Feng gestured for Zhang Xiaoyu to follow him. The two arrived at an inn, and Qiao Feng said, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's go inside." They entered a room together, and Qiao Feng removed his disguise, revealing his true appearance.

Qiao Feng turned to Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Second Brother, I am a Khitan. Do you still consider me your brother?" Zhang Xiaoyu replied, "What are you saying, Second Brother? Didn't I already say it when we became sworn brothers that no matter if you are a Khitan or a Han Chinese, you are still the Second Brother I respect the most?" Zhang Xiaoyu originally planned to go to Shaolin Temple to find Xuanci and explain the whole story of what happened back then, in order to clear Qiao Feng's name. Otherwise, he would have no way to move an inch in the martial arts world. So he told Qiao Feng about his parents.

Although Qiao Feng didn't know how Zhang Xiaoyu knew these things, he was worried about him but firmly believed what Zhang Xiaoyu said. Qiao Feng angrily said, "I'm going to find Murong Bo to take revenge right now!" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Second Brother, don't be impulsive. Murong Bo can't be alone. He has been plotting to restore his kingdom for so many years, he must have a considerable force behind him. The greatest torment for him is to completely crush his dream of restoration. I have an idea. First, we can expose the Murong family's plot to the world and ruin their reputation. Second, we can clear Second Brother's name, resolve the enmity with the heroes of the Central Plains, and make it easier for Second Brother to take revenge." Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng was delighted and said, "What brilliant plan do you have, my good brother?" Although he already knew that he was a Khitan, he had grown up in the Song Dynasty and really did not want to be enemies with the Jianghu people of the Song Dynasty. Moreover, he could clear his name. How could he not be overjoyed?

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "In the current martial arts world, Shaolin is the most respected. I want to use Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin to announce to the world Murong Bo's plot and, incidentally, clear Second Brother's name of murder." Qiao Feng suddenly looked bitter and said, "I didn't kill Vice Chief Ma, and the deaths of my master Xuanku and my adoptive parents have nothing to do with me... I have a clear conscience, but others won't think that way." Zhang Xiaoyu had already considered this point and said, "Second Brother, don't worry. All your crimes stem from the death of Ma Dayuan of the Beggar Clan. My first purpose in coming to Shaolin is to clear my name." Qiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, you actually know who killed Ma Dayuan? Could it really be the Murong family?" Before, he didn't know about the Murong family's plot and respected Murong Fu's subordinates quite a bit, even defending Murong Fu. Now that he knows Murong Bo's true colors, he naturally thought of the Murong family's "an eye for an eye" mentality.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "You're wrong. The one who truly killed Ma Dayuan wasn't from the Murong family, but Bai Shijing, the Beggar Clan's Law Enforcement Elder." Of course, he wouldn't reveal that the real mastermind behind it all was his beloved wife, Kang Min. Let Bai Shijing take the blame. Qiao Feng was shocked and said, "How is that possible? Elder Bai is upright and incorruptible; how could he do such an unjust thing?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "You can know a person's face but not their heart. Bai Shijing appears virtuous on the surface, but deep down he's a lecherous woman. He was infatuated with Madam Ma's beauty and fantasized about having sex with her, but with Ma Dayuan around, he couldn't do it, so he secretly murdered Ma Dayuan." "If you don't believe me, you can arrest Bai Shijing and ask him." Qiao Feng said, "I really didn't expect Bai Shijing to be such a person. My second brother has been with him for so many years and he didn't see through him at all. But the deaths of our master Xuan Ku and our adoptive parents have nothing to do with him." "Shaolin has always taken it upon itself to maintain the peace of the Song Dynasty. Abbot Xuan Ci is a wise and virtuous monk. As long as I tell him the truth of what happened back then, he will understand that the greatest threat to the Song Dynasty comes from the Murong family. There is also a peerless monk in Shaolin who doesn't care about worldly affairs, but he knows a lot about Murong Bo." Zhang Xiaoyu brought up the nameless old monk.

Qiao Feng asked curiously, "Could it be that Shaolin still has monks of the Ling generation?" The current Shaolin is ranked by the generations of Xuan, Hui, Xu, and Kong, while the Ling generation are the previous generation of high monks in Shaolin. Since Abbot Lingmen of Shaolin passed away more than ten years ago, Shaolin has respected the Xuan generation.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Although that high monk is in Shaolin, he is not of Shaolin seniority. That high monk's cultivation is unfathomable." Qiao Feng was greatly surprised. If this were said by someone else, he would have taken it as a joke, something to be taken lightly. After all, he himself had a close relationship with Shaolin since childhood. But he couldn't help but believe Zhang Xiaoyu's words. Qiao Feng believed that Zhang Xiaoyu was genuinely trying to befriend him. Although his words were shocking, they were logical and well-supported.

Fearing that Qiao Feng might not believe him, Zhang Xiaoyu said anxiously, "Please believe me, Second Brother. I dare to go to Shaolin and I am confident that I can persuade Abbot Xuanci." Qiao Feng also knew that if he could successfully expose the Murong family's plot, it would greatly help them in their revenge.

Chapter 114: Shaolin Yi Jin Jing. Qiao Feng was brave and skilled in martial arts, but he was also shrewd. He knew that with his current notoriety in the martial arts world, seeking revenge against the Murong family would be fraught with difficulties, and countless heroes from the Central Plains would seek revenge against him. Although he was not afraid, he truly did not want to cause any more trouble. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's expression, Qiao Feng assumed he was thinking about the difficulties of going to Shaolin and said, "Brother, I am already deeply grateful for clearing my name of the injustice done to Deputy Chief Ma. Going to Shaolin is fine!" Knowing he was worried the Shaolin monks would make things difficult for him, Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Although there are some risks involved in going to Shaolin, I am confident I can persuade the masters there." Suddenly remembering something, Qiao Feng took out a small oilcloth package from his robes, opened it, and took out a thin, yellowed booklet, handing it to Zhang Xiaoyu, saying, "This is the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin. It was originally taken from Shaolin. Brother, once you have it..." "Returning this to its rightful owner will surely be of great benefit." Zhang Xiaoyu was greatly surprised. Looking at the martial arts manual in front of him, which was comparable to the Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword, he feigned surprise and asked, "How did the Shaolin manual, the Yi Jin Jing, end up in your hands, Second Brother?" Qiao Feng said, "To be honest, Second Brother stole this book from Shaolin. Now that I think about it, I feel guilty towards Shaolin. I'll take it back to you." Zhang Xiaoyu took the book and saw that the cover had several strange, crooked characters. He flipped through a few pages and found that the characters were all similar, but the paper was thicker, and he didn't know what material it was made of. He said, "This is Sanskrit, isn't it? It's a pity I don't recognize any of it. Otherwise, I'd really like to see what's so special about the world-renowned Yi Jin Jing." Qiao Feng laughed, "Brother, your master's martial arts are already unparalleled. I'm sure they're no less than this Yi Jin Jing. Even I, your second brother, haven't reached that level of skill at your age." Zhang Xiaoyu was overjoyed to hear Qiao Feng's words and said apologetically, "Second brother, you flatter me. Don't worry, I will definitely return the Yi Jin Jing to Shaolin." He then wrapped the scripture up and stuffed it into his robes. Shaolin was located in Dengfeng, Henan, which was very close to Weihui. To avoid being discovered by the Murong family or the people of the martial arts world, the two disguised themselves and deliberately took a longer route to Shaolin. What should have been a two-day journey took them more than ten days to reach Dengfeng.

Upon entering an inn, Zhang Xiaoyu instructed the innkeeper to prepare hot water for a bath. He had long wanted to practice the Yi Jin Jing, but hadn't found the opportunity. He couldn't very well throw the scripture into the water in front of Qiao Feng, even though Qiao Feng indeed considered him incredibly powerful.

The waiter brought Zhang Xiaoyu hot water. Zhang Xiaoyu closed the door and eagerly took out the Yi Jin Jing, intending to immerse it in the water. But then he thought: What if the water is too hot and I don't see the true Yi Jin Jing practice diagrams, and instead ruin the scripture? Better safe than sorry, so he used the excuse that the water was too hot and asked the waiter to bring another basin of clean water.

After the waiter left, Zhang Xiaoyu, filled with excitement, placed the Yi Jin Jing into the clean water. After a while, Zhang Xiaoyu estimated it was ready, took out the scripture, and opened it. Sure enough, the crooked Sanskrit characters in the scripture had disappeared, replaced by diagrams of monks practicing, along with detailed instructions on the circulation of internal energy. Zhang Xiaoyu counted them; each posture was different—standing, lying down, squatting, crouching, leaning, bending, looking up, or lifting—coordinated with hand gestures, totaling thirty-six. Looking at these images, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but murmur, "Isn't this Indian yoga?" Then he remembered that the Yi Jin Jing was created by Bodhidharma, who came from Tianzhu, which is modern-day India. It wasn't surprising that the images depicted ancient Indian yoga.

Following the posture shown in the first diagram, Zhang Xiaoyu placed his feet close to his chest, crossed them behind his neck, and pulled his toes back with his hands, silently imagining the path of true energy flow depicted in the diagram. Soon, a surge of heat generated in his limbs, entering his dantian, passing through the Tanzhong point, circling several times, rising from his shoulders to the top of his head, and returning to the Baihui acupoint. The Baihui acupoint is one of the thirty-six fatal acupoints on the human body, belonging to the Du meridian, and is the meeting point of the three Yang meridians of the hands and feet and the Du meridian. Being struck at this point can result in unconsciousness at best, and immediate death at worst. However, the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) takes the opposite approach, targeting the most dangerous points of the body. The thirty-six diagrams begin with the thirty-six weakest acupoints, possessing a sense of pushing someone to the brink of death before they can be reborn. At a high level of Yi Jin Jing practice, even the thirty-six so-called fatal acupoints are filled with internal energy. The fatal acupoints are not dead; all the acupoints in the body are surging with internal energy, like a vast ocean, without beginning or end.

Zhang Xiaoyu initially didn't understand these things. With undivided attention, Zhang Xiaoyu channeled thirty-six streams of true energy into the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. He slowly finished his practice, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, a clarity he had never experienced before.

Overjoyed, Zhang Xiaoyu grabbed the scripture and excitedly ran out of his room to Qiao Feng's. He pounded on the door, shouting, "Second Brother, open the door!" Qiao Feng opened the door and saw Zhang Xiaoyu dressed as usual, only clutching a soaking wet scripture. Before Qiao Feng could speak, Zhang Xiaoyu exclaimed, "Second Brother, look!" handing him the still-dripping Yi Jin Jing.

Qiao Feng took it and was greatly surprised. Zhang Xiaoyu excitedly said, "To tell you the truth, Second Brother, I accidentally came across this scripture again before taking a bath. Out of curiosity, I picked it up and read it for a while. Unexpectedly, the scripture fell into the water. I thought that was the end of me. But the paper of this book is very strange. It doesn't get damaged when it gets wet. Instead, it shows some diagrams of internal energy cultivation. It must be the real Yi Jin Jing!" Qiao Feng casually flipped through a few pages, closed the book, and handed it to me, saying, "Brother, you are truly blessed. You have deciphered the secrets of the Shaolin manual. I'm sure even the eminent monks of Shaolin throughout the ages don't know its secrets! But this is, after all, a secret art passed down in Shaolin. It's not good to return it to Shaolin in this state!" Zhang Xiaoyu originally hoped that the two of them could study it together, but he didn't expect that Qiao Feng was so upright and honest, and he wasn't tempted by this world-famous divine manual. He said, "Why don't we, Second Brother, study this together?" Qiao Feng replied, "I appreciate your kind intentions, but this belongs to Shaolin and should be returned to the Shaolin sect. If people find out that we brothers have practiced its martial arts, wouldn't that give them something to talk about?" Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned upon hearing this. He came from another world and thought that the ultimate martial arts in this world could be practiced by those who were destined to do so. He never imagined this. A thought quickly formed in his mind, and he said, "Second Brother, I admire your uprightness, but as you said, even the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple throughout the ages probably don't know the secrets of this scripture. Who would know if we brothers practiced it? Besides, half of Second Brother's martial arts skills come from Shaolin, so it's understandable that you practice the Yi Jin Jing. And Second Brother wants to seek revenge on the Murong family. The Murong father and son are not easy opponents. The higher Second Brother's martial arts are, the greater the chance of victory. We're not refusing to return this scripture to Shaolin, so what's wrong with practicing it?" Qiao Feng was somewhat tempted by the last point and thought to himself: That's right, I want to seek revenge on the Murong family. Murong Fu is as famous as me, so his martial arts must be no less than mine. It's conceivable that his father, Murong Bo, is even more skilled in martial arts. Seeing that he was still hesitant, Zhang Xiaoyu decided to provoke him, loudly proclaiming, "Fine, it was all my fault for being greedy and wanting to see just how miraculous this Yi Jin Jing really is. Second Brother, you are a peerless hero, I shouldn't have dragged you into this!" As he spoke, he channeled his inner energy, forcing his blood to his face, turning it bright red, veins bulging on his forehead, and turned to leave the room.

Inwardly, he kept shouting: "Stop me!" Qiao Feng, who usually treated Zhang Xiaoyu with confidence and a smile, and was extremely respectful, had never seen him like this before. He was first startled, then his face filled with gratitude and shame, calling out, "Brother, please wait! I was rude just now, please forgive me!" He strode forward, catching up with Zhang Xiaoyu in a few steps.

Seeing the expression on his face, Zhang Xiaoyu was both pleased and ashamed. Qiao Feng pulled Zhang Xiaoyu to the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyu, saying, "Second brother is stubborn. My virtuous brother always thinks of me, yet I am ungrateful. With your master's martial arts skills, how could you possibly covet the Yi Jin Jing? I offer this cup of tea as an apology!" Zhang Xiaoyu was flattered. Seeing Qiao Feng's sincere expression, he said, "Second brother, you are too kind. I was the one who was extremely rude to you just now. Please forgive me." He then poured himself a cup of tea and handed it to Qiao Feng.

The two drank the tea each had poured. Qiao Feng patted Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder, his eyes shining, and said loudly, "Good brother! With a brother like you, what more could I ask for in this life?" Zhang Xiaoyu's blood boiled, and he said, "I feel the same way. To befriend a hero like you is the greatest honor of my life!" Their eyes met, and they saw a deep brotherly bond in each other's eyes. They both burst into laughter! Laughter roared like a stampede of ten thousand horses, soaring to the heavens. Qiao Feng was right; the secrets of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) had remained unsolved for centuries, except by its creator, Bodhidharma. Many eminent Shaolin monks throughout history knew Sanskrit and could use the characters to guide them to the methods of circulating internal energy, but they were unaware that it required the complementary ancient Indian yoga techniques. The Yi Jin Jing, left by Bodhidharma, contained illustrations drawn with water infused with a certain Indian herb. These illustrations appeared when wet and disappeared when dry. The eminent Shaolin monks throughout history were unaware of its secrets, regarding the book as priceless treasures, carefully guarding it and never allowing it to come into contact with water.

Zhang Xiaoyu successfully persuaded Qiao Feng to practice the Yi Jin Jing together, and the two stayed at the inn for a few more days, since Shaolin Temple was nearby. A'Zhu, hearing that the secrets of the Yi Jin Jing had finally been cracked, was overjoyed for them.

On the sixth day, when Qiao Feng completed the final exercise of the Yi Jin Jing, he felt his spirits and power had increased, and was overjoyed, secretly marveling at its reputation. He said to Zhang Xiaoyu, "Brother, it's your turn." External disturbances are most detrimental to internal energy practice, so for the past few days, Qiao Feng had practiced first, and then Zhang Xiaoyu would practice after him, taking turns protecting each other. Zhang Xiaoyu nodded, stepped forward, curled up into a ball, burying his neck in his hips, and crossed his arms around his ankles—the very posture for the final exercise.

Qiao Feng and Zhang Xiaoyu knew that the Yi Jin Jing was the Shaolin School's most prized possession, and could not be mastered in just a few days. In the past few days, they had only briefly practiced the thirty-six methods of circulating energy and memorized the diagrams. Qiao Feng's martial arts talent was already extremely high, and his internal energy was also from the Shaolin school, so practicing the Yi Jin Jing, a tradition passed down through generations, was naturally easy for him, and his progress was rapid.

Nearly an hour passed, and Zhang Xiaoyu still hadn't finished his practice. Qiao Feng sensed something was wrong. Previously, circulating his true energy through each painting once took at most half an hour; this had never taken so long. Qiao Feng stepped forward and lightly placed his right hand on Zhang Xiaoyu's left shoulder. The moment he touched him, an incredibly powerful internal force surged from within Zhang Xiaoyu, forcefully pushing his arm away by more than a foot.

Qiao Feng was shocked. He knew his own internal energy was exceptionally profound; although his right hand didn't contain internal energy, a martial artist naturally develops resistance to external force, yet he was still pushed away. Zhang Xiaoyu's head was buried between his legs, and Qiao Feng couldn't see his facial expression, but he knew he was on the verge of qi deviation. He dared not be careless, placing both palms on Zhang Xiaoyu's "Chengling" acupoint on his back and channeling internal energy to regulate his true energy.

Qiao Feng felt two opposing forces of true energy within Zhang Xiaoyu's body, one large and one small, clashing violently. He knew it was Zhang Xiaoyu's own internal energy and the internal energy generated by the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) merging and harmonizing.

Chapter 115: The Great Completion of the Yi Jin Jing is an extremely dangerous stage. If done well, one's power will increase dramatically, but a slight mishap can lead to the collapse of all meridians, resulting in the destruction of one's skills and death. Qiao Feng's internal energy entered Zhang Xiaoyu's body, heading straight for the weaker Yi Jin Jing Qi, converging with it. Just as Qiao Feng was about to guide the Qi into his acupoints, he suddenly felt his own internal energy surge out of control, flowing rapidly through Zhang Xiaoyu's "Cheng Ling" acupoint into his body.

The "Cheng Ling" acupoint is the main acupoint of the Yang Wei Meridian among the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and also the acupoint through which the Beiming Divine Art's Yang Wei Meridian absorbs internal energy. Qiao Feng was unaware of the existence of the Beiming Divine Art. Although surprised, he was tense with Zhang Xiaoyu and dared not let go, silently controlling the speed of the outward flow of his Qi while racking his brains for a solution.

Even with his vast experience, Qiao Feng had never encountered such a situation. His internal energy surged into Zhang Xiaoyu's body, some merging with his Yi Jin Jing internal energy, while another portion was assimilated by Zhang Xiaoyu's own true energy. This true energy then split into thirty-six streams, rushing towards the thirty-six vital acupoints on the body where the Yi Jin Jing internal energy had been generated. Qiao Feng was terrified; large beads of sweat constantly appeared on his forehead, but they were quickly evaporated by the rapidly circulating true energy.

Just as Qiao Feng's internal energy was nearing its limit, Zhang Xiaoyu's internal energy forcefully formed vortexes, pushing back towards Qiao Feng. It flowed through the Yin meridian in his right palm, then up the Yang meridian in his middle finger, along his right elbow, through the Chong meridian, and down to the Dantian. After circulating several times, it spread throughout his body's meridians, reaching the Baihui point on the top of his head and settling at the Yongquan point on the sole of his foot. Qiao Feng felt a warm, comfortable sensation throughout his body.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoyu shouted, his curled-up body sprang up, his internal energy exploding outwards, his bones cracking. A sturdy peach wood bed was shattered into several pieces, and Qiao Feng was forced back several steps before regaining his footing. Fortunately, Qiao Feng's room was on the first floor, on a bluestone floor, leaving only a few footprints a few inches deep. If it had been a wooden floor, those few steps would have created several large holes.

Without a second thought, Qiao Feng asked with concern, "Brother, how are you?" Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu landed and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Qiao Feng was alarmed and rushed over, taking his pulse. He felt that Zhang Xiaoyu's blood vessels were flowing smoothly, his internal energy was strong and balanced, showing no signs of qi deviation.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Qiao Feng's anxious and concerned expression and felt deeply grateful. He said, "I'm sorry to have worried you, Second Brother. I'm fine now." It turned out that when he entered a meditative state to practice the last diagram, the other thirty-five streams of Yi Jin Jing true qi within his body resonated simultaneously, showing a faint tendency to merge into one. But the Tai Xuan true qi also became active at the same time. No matter how miraculous the Yi Jin Jing was, Zhang Xiaoyu's few days of practice could not compare to the strength of his own Tai Xuan true qi. The Tai Xuan True Qi originally intended to absorb the Yi Jin Jing True Qi, but unexpectedly, the Yi Jin Jing True Qi was unaffected by the Tai Xuan True Qi. Instead, it was relentlessly pushed back towards the thirty-six vital acupoints by the Tai Xuan True Qi. If the Tai Xuan True Qi were to reach those acupoints, Zhang Xiaoyu would face certain death. At that moment, his consciousness was trapped in a deep sea of consciousness, unaware of the immense danger he faced.

Fortunately, Qiao Feng was there to protect him. Seeing the situation was dire, Qiao Feng channeled his internal energy into him. Although this couldn't calm his internal energy, the external stimulation helped Zhang Xiaoyu regain consciousness. He knew that if this continued, he would inevitably absorb all of Qiao Feng's internal energy, and he absolutely didn't want that. Under his control, the Tai Xuan and Yi Jin Jing True Qi actually formed a vortex.

At this moment, Qiao Feng and Zhang Xiaoyu were practically one. Qiao Feng's method of circulating internal energy was clearly reflected in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind. Zhang Xiaoyu followed the order in which Qiao Feng had channeled his internal energy into his meridians, reversing the flow and channeling the energy back into his own body. His own internal energy didn't diminish at all; it circulated faster and faster. His entire body felt as if it were being cut by knives and burned by fire, as if it were about to explode. Finally, unable to bear the intense pain any longer, he roared and expelled his true energy outwards. Wherever the true energy passed, it was like a devastating force. Even as he endured the excruciating pain, all the meridians in his body were widened, and acupoints that were normally difficult for true energy to reach were opened. It could be said that he had undergone a complete transformation. Qiao Feng picked up the Yi Jin Jing and said, "Fortunately, my brother is unharmed. We have memorized the diagrams in the scripture, and it's time to return it to Shaolin!" As his internal energy passed through, the slightly damp scripture in his hand instantly dried completely, and the diagrams disappeared.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Of course, but I wouldn't dare practice this Yi Jin Jing again!" Thinking back on his experience, he was still shaken. Little did he know that after this, the true qi within his body was no longer the original true qi, but a completely new true qi combining Tai Xuan true qi and the Yi Jin Jing.

Qiao Feng said, "The strange thing is why I'm fine when I practice it, but you have such a strong reaction, brother?" Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it's because you already possess Shaolin internal energy, and what I practice clashes with your own internal energy." Qiao Feng recalled this and felt it made sense. When he practiced the Yi Jin Jing, he felt it was somewhat similar to his own method, making it much more effective.

Qiao Feng suddenly said, "I wonder what kind of internal energy you practice, brother? Just now, when I was guiding your qi, there was an extremely strong suction force, and my internal energy seemed to flow into your body uncontrollably." Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a moment and realized that he must have unconsciously used the Beiming Divine Skill just now, so he said, "That's the Beiming Divine Skill of the Xiaoyao Sect. Unlike any other internal energy skill in the world, it can draw in the internal energy of others for one's own use, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. To be honest, Second Brother, Ding Chunqiu of the Xingxiu Sect was a traitor of the Xiaoyao Sect. He used a treacherous scheme to murder the Xiaoyao Sect leader back then, but he only learned the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts..." "He only had a superficial understanding of martial arts. After betraying his sect, he practiced with poison, creating the 'Dissolving Power Technique,' which allowed him to roam the martial world and commit all sorts of evil deeds." Qiao Feng was greatly surprised upon hearing this and sighed, "This Free and Unfettered Sect is truly extraordinary. Ding Chunqiu, who has been poisoning the martial world for many years, is merely a discarded disciple of their sect. Could it be that Second Brother is also a disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect?" "Probably so," Zhang Xiaoyu replied. Although he was not yet a member of the Free and Unfettered Sect, based on the martial arts he had learned and the secrets of the sect he had discovered in Langhuan Blessed Land, Wu Yazi would surely consider him a member of the sect in the future.

Qiao Feng was somewhat puzzled by Zhang Xiaoyu's words. After thinking about it, he felt that Zhang Xiaoyu might have some reason for not revealing his true identity and at the same time, he did not want to deceive him, so he gave this answer.

Zhang Xiaoyu continued, "The Free and Unfettered Sect's doctrine, based on Zhuangzi's thought of 'riding the righteousness of Heaven and Earth, and controlling the transformations of the six qi, to roam the boundless realm, the divine man has no merit, the sage has no name,' is inherently a sect that transcends the world, which is why no one in the martial arts world knows about it." Although he hadn't actually joined the Free and Unfettered Sect, he could probably still recite its doctrines. The sentence above came from Zhuangzi's "Free and Unfettered Wandering," and the Northern Sea Divine Skill manual also originated from "Free and Unfettered Wandering," which contains such a sentence. He only deliberately omitted the phrase "the perfect man has no self."

Qiao Feng's martial arts were unparalleled, but he wasn't well-read and hadn't heard of Zhuangzi's words before, but he understood their meaning. His face showed worry as he said, "Brother, you've made enemies with the heroes of the Central Plains for my sake, and you've been running around everywhere. Isn't that going against your sect's teachings?" Zhang Xiaoyu laughed heartily, "Second brother, you worry too much. Our sect is named 'Free and Unfettered.' As long as we don't do anything against our conscience, betray our masters, or disgrace our ancestors, we can do anything according to our heart's desire." Qiao Feng sighed, "Brother, you are so carefree and open-minded; I am not as good as you." He had felt somewhat ashamed practicing the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing before, but after hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words,

he felt relieved. Thinking of this, a surge of pride welled up within him, and he loudly proclaimed, "Thank you, brother, for clearing my mind! Come, let's drink!" His mental shackles were lifted, but his craving for wine was now awakened. Although Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what problem he had solved for him, seeing Qiao Feng's beaming face and excellent mood, he didn't want to refuse him.

The two men, caught up in the moment while drinking, decided to have a friendly competition. After all, they didn't know what specific changes the Yi Jin Jing (

Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) might bring. Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Second Brother, I'll make a fool of myself. Please teach me a few moves." Before he finished speaking, he had already closed in, his right hand slashing diagonally upwards at Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng saw that his move was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hesitation, and secretly applauded him. He then formed his palm into a blade and struck directly at Zhang Xiaoyu's wrist, targeting the "pulse acupoint." Zhang Xiaoyu spun his hand back, pressing against Zhang Xiaoyu's arm, his elbow slightly lowered, a sudden surge of power generated—this move was both offensive and defensive.

In an instant, the two exchanged over ten moves each, their responses incredibly swift. As the fight reached its climax, Zhang Xiaoyu shouted, "I've long heard of your unparalleled power and ferocity in the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, Second Brother! Let me witness it!" He had never seen this famous technique before. Qiao Feng, equally spirited, shouted, "Good! Be careful, Brother!" His right shoulder slumped slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a palm strike—the "Regretful Dragon" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Seeing the palm strike like a raging tide, Zhang Xiaoyu immediately focused his inner strength, his right hand lightly meeting the attack, his body swaying like a small boat in a raging sea. With a hiss, the impact of their fists and palms didn't produce the expected powerful force. Qiao Feng and Zhang Xiaoyu leaped backward, and with a deafening crash, the table and several chairs in the room shattered into dust—the result of Zhang Xiaoyu's vortex-like force redirecting Qiao Feng's palm strike to the side.

After landing, Qiao Feng staggered back several steps, seeing Zhang Xiaoyu standing steadily on the ground. He couldn't help but admire his third brother's martial arts prowess; if they were to truly fight, he himself wouldn't be a match.

On the rugged, treacherous mountain path, hidden by dense vegetation and shrouded in darkness, a man was leisurely walking—it was Zhang Xiaoyu. He and Qiao Feng had arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. Qiao Feng originally intended to go to Shaolin Temple, but Zhang Xiaoyu, using the excuse of avoiding unnecessary trouble, persuaded Qiao Feng to go up the mountain alone. Qiao Feng would temporarily stay at Qiao Sanhuai's former residence to await news.

In the woods, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly spotted a small thatched hut. A woman sat at the door of the hut. From her back, he could tell she was quite beautiful. Having been with countless women, Zhang Xiaoyu could tell from her back that she must be a beauty.

The woman turned around, and Zhang Xiaoyu, upon closer inspection, realized it was Ye Erniang! Ye Erniang was quite beautiful and dignified, with a graceful figure—long legs, a slender waist, and full hips—and a fiery allure. She was nearing thirty, the prime of a woman's life. While her beauty might not have possessed the ethereal, otherworldly beauty of Zhong Ling or Mu Wanqing, she had a certain charm in her simplicity. Of course, the scratches on her face were somewhat unsightly.

However, Ye Erniang's current situation was clearly not right; she was holding a packet of medicinal powder, some of which she had accidentally inhaled.

Zhang Xiaoyu rushed forward and asked, "Ye Erniang, what's wrong? Didn't you come to find your son? Why are you staying here now?" Ye Erniang saw that the handsome man in front of her was the benefactor who had spared her last time and told her that her son was in Shaolin. She hurriedly said, "Young master, I... I arrived at Shaolin and found Xuzhu, but... but..." "Young master, I just accidentally inhaled some of my love for firewood. Please leave quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it." So that packet of powder was Yun Zhonghe's aphrodisiac. He wondered what Ye Erniang was doing with that stuff, now that she had been drugged.

Ye Erniang was unable to answer, breathing rapidly, her legs desperately clenching together. She could feel the uncontrollable wetness between her legs. Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Ye Erniang's body and was already aroused. As for the scars on her face, Zhang Xiaoyu knew that his Yin-Yang Creation Technique could heal them.

Chapter 116: Ye Erniang's Rebirth

Zhang Xiaoyu, with unwavering resolve, passionate fervor, and righteous indignation, grabbed Ye Erniang around the waist and lifted her horizontally with a slight effort. Her body was incredibly hot, as soft as water, and her mind was almost completely hazy. The sticky fluid between her legs had already flowed from her groin to her knees. When Zhang Xiaoyu caught her knees, he felt the sticky fluid all over his hands.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Erniang, I can't watch you die like this." Ye Erniang's eyes were half-open, her red lips half-closed, and she murmured unconsciously. One hand was pressed tightly against her own body, and the other was placed between her legs, squeezing and rubbing them desperately.

Zhang Xiaoyu quickly stripped Ye Erniang of her clothes. Ye Erniang's graceful figure was flawless, with smooth, jade-like skin. Her breasts were firm and white, with pink and red agate beads on top. Her waist was slender, and her buttocks were round and full. Her two legs were well-proportioned and long, with no gap between them.

A gust of cold wind roused Ye Erniang, who barely regained some of her senses. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu had stripped her naked, she said anxiously, "Young Master, you can't do this! Erniang already has a husband! You can't do this!" "What husband do you have? Where is he? If he truly considered you his wife, he wouldn't have let you live such a miserable life all these years. You came to Shaolin this time, and I don't believe you haven't met, but you're here alone now. What does that mean? It means he doesn't care about you at all. Back then, he was only infatuated with your beauty. Once he got your body, he went back to being the Shaolin abbot. Is such a man worth all this sacrifice?" Zhang Xiaoyu was furious when he saw that Ye Erniang still wanted to protect her for the unfaithful Shaolin abbot.

Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, Ye Erniang's eyes flashed with pain and sorrow. She had long understood, but what could she do? Although Ye Erniang was a woman of the martial world, she had been indoctrinated with feudal ideas since childhood and valued her virtue, knowing that a good woman wouldn't serve two husbands.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't give Ye Erniang time to think or resist, directly kissing her fragrant lips. Ye Erniang felt her mind go blank, forgetting to struggle, letting Zhang Xiaoyu violate her.

Zhang Xiaoyu kissed Ye Erniang's body, his hands climbing up her breasts. They were quite large; one hand could only tightly cover the top, and even two hands couldn't fully grasp them. She was indeed a beautiful woman; the prominent parts were so prominent.

Ye Erniang had only had intimate contact with a man once before, and that was just direct contact. This was the first time her precious breasts had been touched by a man; even her child hadn't been eaten before being kidnapped.

The caresses brought Ye Erniang unparalleled pleasure. She felt her whole body go weak and swaying, as if her long-empty heart had been filled by a kiss and a pair of hands.

Zhang Xiaoyu's kisses and caresses were slowly guiding the emotions deep within Ye Erniang's heart.

Ye Erniang no longer resisted as fiercely as before; instead, there was a hint of compliance in her movements. Zhang Xiaoyu held her tightly, his hands caressing her body. Ye Erniang could only instinctively gasp, "Young Master...no...humph...no..." Ye Erniang's silent gasps only aroused Zhang Xiaoyu further. His hands roamed endlessly, again and again, and under the caresses of Zhang Xiaoyu's large hands, Ye Erniang's voice changed from resistance to cooperative moans. At this point, Ye Erniang no longer wanted to reject Zhang Xiaoyu, but she didn't know how to please him, fearing that if she did, Zhang Xiaoyu would think she was wanton. So, she struggled reservedly in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, her delicate body twisting and turning, which only fueled Zhang Xiaoyu's desire even more.

At first, Ye Erniang only slightly avoided Zhang Xiaoyu's advances, but Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to possess a magical power, kissing away all her resistance. Ye Erniang immediately began to kiss Zhang Xiaoyu passionately, sucking and licking his tongue as if it were candy, finding it sweeter with each bite.

As their kiss deepened, Ye Erniang excitedly climbed her jade-like hands onto Zhang Xiaoyu's waist, holding him tightly. She had begun to lose herself in the moment, and this embrace intensified the friction between them.

Seeing that Ye Erniang was taking the initiative, Zhang Xiaoyu knew everything was in order. He kissed Ye Erniang's face, lips, and neck, slowly moving downwards, while simultaneously moving himself down to help undress her.

"Not here...not here...under the open sky, young master...if you want me to have sex with you in the wild...how can I face you...let's go inside, okay?" Ye Erniang finally abandoned all her reserve, her face flushed with embarrassment as she spoke. Since everything was inevitable, why not make herself happier and more fulfilled? Life, free from all worldly constraints, could actually be lived very easily.

"Of course." Zhang Xiaoyu knew that a woman like Ye Erniang valued him highly, and asking her to have sex with him in the wild was indeed too much to ask of her. He

got up, embraced Ye Erniang's delicate body, and walked to the thatched hut behind. After entering the hut, Zhang Xiaoyu carried Ye Erniang slowly to the bed, gently, gently placing her on the wooden plank bed. Looking at the simplicity of the hut, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but sigh that this woman had suffered these past few days. He should have just taken her in from the beginning. Zhang Xiaoyu slowly uncovered Ye Erniang's clothes.

Finally, Ye Erniang appeared before Zhang Xiaoyu. Her skin was fair, delicate, and radiant in the candlelight, its contours clearly defined, constantly exuding a mature, womanly fragrance that captivated and bewitched. At this moment, Ye Erniang tilted her pretty face, flushed with a rosy glow, and raised her almond-shaped eyes, which shone with a mesmerizing, captivating light. Her small, delicate nostrils twitched slightly, and her cherry lips, like lychees, tempted one to take a bite. Her small mouth was slightly open, her breath rippling with laughter, revealing two rows of white teeth, resembling jade shells on the seashore. Two round dimples, like small pools of water, rippled with alluring charm, and a faint, sweet fragrance wafted into Zhang Xiaoyu's nostrils.

Zhang Xiaoyu gently leaned close to Ye Erniang's ear, his voice hoarse, "Erniang, do you want me to help you?" "No... I... don't know!" Zhang Xiaoyu gently pressed against her curvaceous body, his mouth softly blowing hot breath into her ear, and even licking her earlobe, asking seductively, "Erniang, I'll ask you one more time, do you want me to help you or not?" "I... I... I don't know!" Ye Erniang twisted her body, showing that her body was already very eager, but she still retained a trace of consciousness.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands trembled as he covered Ye Erniang's beautiful breasts. Ye Erniang weakly resisted with her hands. Zhang Xiaoyu gently rubbed her breasts through her pink bodice, feeling incredibly good. Zhang Xiaoyu felt his enormous member rise at an astonishing speed—"Mmm—" Under Zhang Xiaoyu's gentle rubbing, Ye Erniang's breasts slowly rose, already quite impressive, now even more prominent. The tips could be seen through the bodice. Zhang Xiaoyu could no longer resist, lowering his head and taking one of the nipples into his mouth through the bodice, chewing it passionately.

"Oh..." Ye Erniang's reason collapsed instantly under Zhang Xiaoyu's chewing, and she couldn't help but let out a soul-stirring moan. Her tender white hands involuntarily pressed Zhang Xiaoyu's head down, as if trying to push his head into her body.

Zhang Xiaoyu bit down hard on her pink bodice and ripped it off, revealing two jade-like breasts, white as spring snow, with faint blue veins, which sprang out, trembling slightly. Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes were slightly red, like a beast in heat, and he quickly lowered his head and bit one of the breasts, pulling hard.

"Ugh...it hurts...be gentle, be gentle..." Ye Erniang frowned.

"Ah...um..." Ye Erniang lay on the bed with her alluring eyes closed, her delicate body curled up, and she moaned softly with a nasal voice.

"Erniang, open your eyes, so you can enjoy happiness." Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to completely conquer Ye Erniang, so he said gently.

Zhang Xiaoyu's words were like a command, and Ye Erniang responded shyly, her face flushed with spring, her delicate body trembling slightly, her shyness revealed. Their eyes met, conveying their passion, and the two people, burning with desire, could not hold back any longer. They suddenly embraced and kissed.

Zhang Xiaoyu watched and listened, then couldn't help but pounce on her. He bent down and gently kissed Ye Erniang, starting from her navel, then her lower abdomen, and finally reaching her secret place. He couldn't resist pressing his lips to hers. Ye Erniang writhed restlessly, letting out seductive moans: "Ah...ah..." Zhang Xiaoyu looked up; Ye Erniang's nostrils flared as she breathed heavily, her fair skin heaving with each rise and fall of her chest, creating waves of pleasure. Zhang Xiaoyu inwardly admired her; Ye Erniang's skin was so translucent, her lines so perfect, without an ounce of excess fat.

Unable to resist any longer, Zhang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and pressed himself against Ye Erniang.

Remembering the scars on Ye Erniang's face, he used the Yin-Yang Creation Technique to heal her. The beauty of this dual cultivation technique was that it allowed you to heal your wounds while engaging in intimate acts.

Ye Erniang's wild and unrestrained behavior greatly surprised Zhang Xiaoyu. The power of the Yin-Yang Creation Technique was truly immense! It could drive this fierce and strong-willed woman to such debauchery. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a warm current flowing from his manhood.

He knew that was his pure Yang energy. He needed to absorb Ye Erniang's pure Yin energy into his own body, combine it with his own, and then return it to her body to complete the cycle.

Ye Erniang let out a mournful cry like a swan before its death, her delicate body trembling violently. She forced her mouth away from Zhang Xiaoyu's and screamed hysterically. Zhang Xiaoyu's earlier inhalation had actually absorbed her pure Yin energy, and the inexplicable pleasure almost made her faint from excitement. The feeling was as if she were floating in mid-air, drifting among the clouds, oblivious to everything.

Zhang Xiaoyu inhaled, feeling a surge of icy, pure Yin energy emanating from Ye Erniang's body. His blood and Qi immediately calmed, and the cold energy traveled along his meridians to the Tanzhong acupoint on her chest, where it merged with the Yin energy within her body, becoming part of her form.

Ye Erniang's frantic screams continued unabated, as Zhang Xiaoyu relentlessly absorbed her Yin energy—her life-saving Yin energy. Humans rely on the balance of Yin and Yang within their bodies to survive; losing either will lead to certain death. Now, Ye Erniang was losing Yin energy; if she lost all of it, she would die instantly.

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