[Wuxia] First Travel to The Condor Heroes, Then to the Tang Dynasty (Complete) - 15

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Chapter 129: Wei Zhenzhen, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling

Yang Liming leisurely made his way towards Yangzhou, the origin of the tale of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty. After more than ten days of travel and sightseeing, he finally arrived at this famous city of the Tang Dynasty. Besides being a major transportation hub, Yangzhou was also a renowned red-light district since ancient times. Whether wealthy merchants, self-proclaimed scholars, or chivalrous swordsmen, none could be considered true heroes of the pleasure quarters without visiting Yangzhou. Yang Liming was naturally very interested in this holy land for men. "The city gate checks are quite strict today. It seems the ownership of the Longevity Formula will be decided today! Yuwen Huaji should have arrived by now. Judging by the time, it seems about time," Yang Liming thought to himself, looking at the long line of pedestrians and the large number of soldiers at the city gate. He then followed the crowd into Yangzhou. Yang Liming had no interest in admiring the bustling scenery of Yangzhou and casually grabbed a passerby. After inquiring about the location of Wei Zhenzhen, the "Steamed Bun Beauty," Yang Liming headed towards her. Arriving at Old Feng's meat and vegetable steamed bun shop, he found it packed with people. Yang Liming walked directly through the crowd, everyone within three feet of him automatically pushed aside by his protective inner energy. Those pushed aside wondered why they had inexplicably made way. At the very front, a petite, delicate, and pitifully beautiful woman came into Yang Liming's view. The woman was busy, her body drenched in fragrant sweat. As Yang Liming approached her, he smelled a faint, virginal fragrance. "Strange, this must be Wei Zhenzhen. Isn't she already married? How can she still have such a fragrance?" Yang Liming couldn't believe it, sniffing her scent more carefully before confirming his suspicions. Suppressing her doubts, she thought, "Well, it seems this flower hasn't been ruined by that pile of cow dung from Old Feng. I wonder why." While Yang Liming stared blankly at Wei Zhenzhen, Wei Zhenzhen looked at him strangely. Seeing that he hadn't moved for a while, staring intently at her, her face flushed red. She couldn't help but speak. "Young master, how many steamed buns would you like to buy?" She glanced at the impatient crowd behind Yang Liming as she spoke. "Hehe, the young lady is so beautiful, I'm stunned. I'm not here to buy steamed buns. I'm here to buy the young lady. Would you be willing?" Yang Liming said, coming back to his senses. "Young master, you…you…" Wei Zhenzhen didn't know what to say. Her face burned. She naturally understood that the man in front of her had taken a liking to her. But who speaks like that? Especially since she was a married woman. "Hey, are you going to buy or not? If not, please move aside, okay?" While Wei Zhenzhen was feeling anxious… The people queuing behind Yang Liming couldn't hold back any longer. They all shouted. "Hahaha, everyone, please be patient. It'll be ready soon," Yang Liming said loudly. He then turned to Wei Zhenzhen and said, "I was just joking with you earlier, miss. Don't take offense. Miss, give me... uh... enough for three people. A little more is fine too." As he took the buns from Wei Zhenzhen, Yang Liming's lewd nature kicked in again. He took the opportunity to subtly touch Wei Zhenzhen's little hand. "Do you know where two kids named Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong live?" Wei Zhenzhen's heart pounded as her little hand was touched. Without hesitation, she told Yang Liming the two boys' address. But she regretted it as soon as she finished speaking. What if this person was the two boys' enemy? But it was only for a moment. Because she quickly reassured herself, "This person looks and speaks very well, he shouldn't be a bad person." "Thank you, miss." "I'll come back to buy steamed buns from you tonight," Yang Liming said, tossing down a piece of silver. Then he turned and walked away. Wei Zhenzhen stared blankly in the direction Yang Liming disappeared. What young girl doesn't dream of love? Especially Wei Zhenzhen, who was in the prime of her youth. It was impossible for her not to be moved by a young man like Yang Liming, whose refined and handsome appearance was due to his mastery of the highest Taoist martial arts (Nine Yin Manual, Innate Skill). "Miss Wei, two baskets of steamed buns, please." "Oh... oh, I know. Coming right away." Wei Zhenzhen only came back to her senses when someone called her. Reluctantly, she withdrew her gaze from the direction Yang Liming had left and began to work earnestly. She sighed bitterly. Her father had already sold her to an old man old enough to be her grandfather as a concubine. What was there left for her to pursue and look forward to in her life? Following Wei Zhenzhen's directions, Yang Liming soon arrived at a dilapidated little stone house in an abandoned manor overgrown with weeds in the east of Yangzhou. "My mother." "Is this a place for humans? Before the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty debuted, they were in such a miserable state." Although he had a general idea from the book, seeing it with his own eyes still made Yang Liming admire the two boys' cockroach-like luck. If it were him, he probably wouldn't starve to death, but he would freeze to death in the winter. Look at that dilapidated stone house, full of holes. "So hungry. Young Master Zhong! Are we going to bother Sister Zhen again?" As soon as Yang Liming entered, he heard a somewhat immature voice coming from inside the house. "You don't need to go looking for her. I've already brought her to you." Yang Liming walked into the house and said to the two. He looked the Twin Dragons over. Although they were similar to those described in the book, and both had good looks, they looked more like two little beggars. "Hey, who is this handsome older brother? What do you need from me?" "The moment Shuanglong saw Yang Liming suddenly appear, one of them asked, his mouth watering as he stared at the steamed bun in Yang Liming's hand. Yang Liming recognized the voice as Kou Zhong's, not Xu Ziling's. "Eat up. After you've finished, I'll send you on your way," Yang Liming said, sitting down and handing the buns to the two. Kou Zhong didn't stand on ceremony, probably starving. He and Xu Ziling quickly took the buns and started eating, looking like they were starving ghosts reincarnated. "Thank you, brother. Although we don't know why you're so kind to us, thank you anyway," the two said after finishing. "Do you want to learn powerful martial arts? Do you want a lot of gold and silver?" Yang Liming asked temptingly, looking at them now that they had finished eating. "Yes! We've been dreaming about it. Is this kind brother going to teach us martial arts and give us a lot of gold and silver?" Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at him warily. They didn't believe there were such kind people in the world. Giving two unrelated little beggars food, teaching them martial arts, and giving them money. They both thought, "Is he a human trafficker?" "I can give you two martial arts manuals, and I can give your mother a pile of money. But I have a condition. Let's see if you agree," Yang Liming said, standing up. "Hahaha, Brother, you're joking. If it were true, what condition wouldn't we agree to? But we two brothers don't seem to have anything that Brother would want. We're not willing to sell ourselves," Kou Zhong said with a grin. In his heart, however, he jokingly thought, "Could it be that he sees our Yangzhou Twin Dragons' exceptional talent and wants to take us as disciples? Very likely. I knew we Yangzhou Twin Dragons weren't ordinary people." Yang Liming naturally knew his personality and wasn't angry at his words. "I already said when I came here. I can give you benefits, but you have to leave this world." "Ha. Brother, you're not joking, are you?" "What do you mean by leaving this world?" Kou Zhong mumbled, shielding Xu Ziling behind him. "Of course I'm not joking. I'll send you away now," Yang Liming said. But in his heart, he thought, "If you two great masters don't get out of here, how can I feel at ease messing around and chasing girls in the Tang Dynasty? It'll be a miracle if you don't cause me trouble. If I hadn't had a good impression of you when I watched 'The Tang Dynasty,' would I need to go through all this trouble? I could just take care of you directly." "Xiao Ling, run!" Kou Zhong grabbed Xu Ziling and scurried towards the door. Yang Liming casually flicked two fingers in the air. "Thump thump!" The two men groaned simultaneously, flying through the air and crashing to the ground with spectacular falls. "Brother, we have no past grudges or recent feuds. Why are you trying to kill us? Have you got the wrong person?" Kou Zhong struggled to his feet, blocking Xu Ziling, and said, "Did I say I was going to kill you?" Yang Liming grabbed their collars… "Bang bang!" Two loud thuds. The two men were thrown against the corner of the dilapidated house, landing with throbbing heads, groaning as they finally sat up. Both were deathly pale with fright. Xu Ziling gasped, "What do you want? You didn't kill us, so why did you capture us?" Yang Liming didn't explain. He took out a copy of Gu Long's novel *Little Li Flying Dagger* from his storage ring, had Xiaobai create a dimensional coordinate system, and opened it. "Go in. Otherwise, I'll throw you in," Yang Liming said, pointing to the dark spatial passage. The two dragons stared wide-eyed at the passage in disbelief. "Gods. Monsters," the words echoed in their minds. Yang Liming took out a handwritten copy of the *Nine Yin Manual* and placed it in Kou Zhong's hand, saying, "This is the best martial arts manual. It won't be inferior to your original Longevity Manual. This struggle for the world is no longer your concern.""Okay. I'll take care of Song Zhiyu and Chuchu, you can go in peace." He then went to Xu Ziling's side and hung the bag containing one hundred taels of gold on him. He patted his shoulder and said, "Shi Qingxuan, Shi Feixuan, Wanwan, and Shen Luoyan aren't really suitable for you. I'll take care of them. You and Kou Zhong can go in peace too. I'll protect you." Looking at the two who were still in a daze, Yang Liming shook his head. Like grabbing two kittens, he grabbed them by the back of their collars and was about to throw them into the spatial passage of the Little Li Flying Dagger world. Suddenly, he remembered something. "By the way, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, if you two become successful over there, beat up a guy named Li Xunhuan for me, and tell him that he even gave up his wife for his brother. It's really 'admirable' enough to make you want to beat him to a pulp. Also, kill his sworn brother if you can. I don't have time to go for the time being." After saying that, he threw them in. "Alright. Safe landing." "They should already be in the world of Little Li Flying Dagger," Xiao Bai said, then closed the spatial portal. "Hehe. I wonder what the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty have gone to. What will the story be like in the world of Little Li Flying Dagger? When I become a god among gods, I'll take some time to go and see. Will Li Xunhuan still be the protagonist?" Yang Liming laughed. Spending hundreds of thousands of energy points to open a world and send away two great gods still felt quite worthwhile. What he didn't know was that it was this attempt to send people to another world that would later make him the God of Time Travel. Anyone who wanted to travel to another world could have a slight chance of doing so as long as they sincerely prayed to him. The premise was that Yang Liming was in a good mood at the time. Of course, that's a story for later. (He wouldn't send anyone to the world he himself had traveled to.) "Sister Wei Zhenzhen, I won't let you live in such dire straits. Look, your brother Yang Liming is here to save you. Oh no. I'll save all those poor beauties of the Tang Dynasty." "Yang Liming, who had been making grand pronouncements, strolled slowly toward the steamed bun shop he had just come from."

Chapter 130: Winning Over Wei Zhenzhen and Her Love

Yang Liming strolled through Yangzhou City, waiting for nightfall. He had promised to come find her that night, and he meant it. He wasn't one to break his word. Finally, darkness fell, and Yang Liming excitedly arrived at Old Feng's house. With a light leap, he scaled the wall and entered. "Strange, where's my Zhenzhen? Is she in another room?" Yang Liming went to a bedroom. He made a hole in the window but only found Old Feng and his first wife sleeping soundly in their warm bed. He searched almost every room in Old Feng's house before finally finding her in the kitchen, still busily working. Wei Zhenzhen was laboriously making steamed buns, drenched in sweat. Every few buns she made, she would stretch her flour-covered back to wipe it. Clearly, she was exhausted. "Ah," Wei Zhenzhen groaned softly, probably too tired to sleep, and almost collapsed. After regaining her balance... Wei Zhenzhen stared blankly at the pile of flour and minced meat in front of her. Suddenly, she began to sob softly. After wiping away her tears with her small hands, she muttered to herself, "I've made so much. They should be satisfied. They won't hit me, will they?" After standing there for a moment, she added, "God, how can Zhenzhen live?" Yang Liming, standing outside the door, looked at her pitiful appearance, feeling a pang of pity for her. "Damn it. Those two, Lao Feng and his wife, actually dared to treat my future wife like this. How despicable!" Inside the room, Wei Zhenzhen washed her hands and then went to a corner of the kitchen wall covered with straw. She lay down on it, hugged her arms, and curled up into a deep sleep. Only her long eyelashes, glistening with tears, seemed to tell of her grievances and sorrow. Seeing this, Yang Liming pushed open the door without hesitation and walked quietly to her side, bending down to look at her. "Sigh. Although her attire is rustic, it can't hide her natural beauty. She's truly the wife I chose." He stretched out his arms and pulled the increasingly pitiful-looking girl into his embrace, inhaling her virgin fragrance. Perhaps due to exhaustion, Wei Zhenzhen didn't react much when Yang Liming picked her up in her sleep. She merely furrowed her light brows, then instinctively stretched out her arms, hugging Yang Liming's strong waist. Her little head found a comfortable position and continued to sleep soundly. Seeing her sleeping as sweetly as a baby, Yang Liming didn't want to wake her. He used his true energy to penetrate her meridians, pressing her acupoints to induce a deep sleep. He then carried her towards Old Feng and his wife's room. "Bang!" A loud crash. The door to Old Feng and his wife's room was kicked to pieces by Yang Liming. "Wake up! I need your help!" "Ah! Flower thief! Robber! Help!" Amidst the deafening noise... Except for Wei Zhenzhen, who remained sound asleep despite Yang Liming's acupressure point technique, the other two quickly woke up. Seeing the person Yang Liming was holding and his fierce, murderous expression, they immediately screamed and huddled together in fear. "Shut up," Yang Liming's voice, laced with his own powerful internal energy, immediately made them dizzy. "Great hero, we have no money! Please, have mercy on us!" Old Feng's wife said, her voice trembling with fear. "Who wants your money? I only want her. From now on, she has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?" Yang Liming said seriously, pointing at Wei Zhenzhen in his arms. "That...that won't do!" Old Feng and his wife said in unison. One still harbored lustful thoughts towards Wei Zhenzhen, his nominal concubine, though he had never succeeded. The other saw Wei Zhenzhen as a free slave and a cash cow. Of course, neither would agree. "I don't care if you can do it or not. I want Wei Zhenzhen." Yang Liming finished speaking, stomped his foot on the ground, creating a large, obvious crater, and then gave the two men a cold look. The Feng couple stared dumbfounded at the hole in the ground. Yang Liming's unfriendly gaze sent a chill down their spines. They immediately made the wise choice between their lives and lust (profit). "Hahaha, it's a blessing for this girl that you like Zhenzhen, sir. We have nothing to say. Please take her away." "Where are Wei Zhenzhen's indenture and divorce papers? Give them to me." Old Feng, his face contorted with tears, reluctantly opened a cabinet, took out Wei Zhenzhen's indenture, and wrote a divorce paper. He handed them to Yang Liming. Yang Liming took the indenture and divorce paper, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Thinking to himself, "I've taken what I was owed. If I don't teach you a lesson, I'll be letting down my future wife who's suffered so much," he pulled out two taels of gold and said, "I'm not a robber. How much did you pay for her? I'll use even more to redeem her." Before the Feng couple could even rejoice at the prospect of receiving the gold, Yang Liming flicked it twice, sending it hurtling towards the two men. It struck them squarely in the mouth. "Ouch!" they screamed, their lips splitting, spitting out mouthfuls of blood and several front teeth. "Hmph. Now you and Zhenzhen owe each other nothing. Goodbye." With that, Yang Liming vanished in a flash before the terrified couple. When Wei Zhenzhen woke up, it was already dawn. She turned over, her body aching. Suddenly, something felt off. She should have been lying on dry, uncomfortable hay, but instead, she felt like she was lying in a warm quilt. And the world seemed to be slowly rotating. She hadn't felt this comfortable sensation in ages. "You're awake. Did you sleep well?" Yang Liming asked, looking at Wei Zhenzhen, who was staring blankly around. He still loved this woman who, in the original story, would unhesitatingly commit suicide for her man. He just felt it wasn't worth it for her to commit suicide for Yuwen Huaji. "Ah." Wei Zhenzhen heard Yang Liming's voice and woke up, realizing it wasn't a hallucination. She was truly lying in a warm quilt. The feeling of the world slowly rotating was because she was wrapped in her quilt in a small boat, which was drifting gently on a small lake. "How did I get here? Am I dreaming?" Wei Zhenzhen sat up, looking around at the beautiful scenery on the clear lake and the man who had haunted her mind all day yesterday. She asked blankly. "Of course you're not dreaming. I brought you here. And your confused look is so beautiful. I'm almost mesmerized," Yang Liming said, taking Wei Zhenzhen's hand. "Oh dear. How could this be? You brought me here, young master." She realized her small hand was being rudely grabbed by someone. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, saying, "Young master, please...please let go, okay?" Yang Liming ignored her struggles. He pulled her hand and stroked it, saying, "Such beautiful hands. Yet they've been forced to do so many things by Old Feng and his first wife. It's truly despicable. Luckily, they haven't become rough. Otherwise, I wouldn't let them get away with it." "What are you saying, young master? How did I get here?" Wei Zhenzhen, unable to break free, could only raise her pretty face and ask, showing no fear. She didn't know why, but ever since she met Yang Liming yesterday, she had inexplicably begun to trust him so he wouldn't hurt her. "Perhaps it's love at first sight." Thinking this, she felt something was wrong. How could she think like this? What a bad woman. "Old Feng and his wife sold you to me. I paid one hundred taels of gold," Yang Liming said, taking out the indenture and divorce papers from his pocket. "Ah, how could this be?" Wei Zhenzhen exclaimed in shock as she took the contract of indenture and the letter of divorce from Yang Liming. Her heart was filled with complex emotions. Although she desperately wanted to stay far away from Old Feng and his wife, no one would feel good being bought and sold like this. The thought of being treated like an object brought a lump to her throat, and she sobbed softly, "From now on, Zhenzhen is your servant, young master. I will serve you like a slave. I hope you won't despise me." Yang Liming chuckled, took the contract of indenture and the letter of divorce from Wei Zhenzhen, and tore them to shreds with a "rip!" He then threw them all into the lake. "In my opinion, Zhenzhen is not suited to be a servant. She is more suited to be a wife. So, this contract of indenture is no longer needed." Wei Zhenzhen stared blankly at everything, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. Touched, she covered her mouth and said, "Young Master, I... I'm not worthy of you. Although I don't know why you're so good to me, I dare not even dream of it." Under Wei Zhenzhen's surprised gaze, Yang Liming kissed her hand and said, "If it were before, marrying such a beautiful girl like you would have been wishful thinking on my part. I've liked you for a long time. From now on, you'll be my only bread-making partner. Of course, I wouldn't want to tire my darling out." Yang Liming's "before" naturally referred to before he obtained the God's Name, and "a long time ago" meant when he started liking her, naturally after watching "The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty." Hearing Yang Liming's words, Wei Zhenzhen lowered her flushed head and said happily, "Is Zhenzhen really that beautiful? I never knew. You overestimate me, Young Master. I'm just a country girl." Yang Liming smiled and replied, "Ha, good sister.""Of course you're very beautiful, sister! I dare say, my dear sister, if you dress up, your looks will be among the best in the world!" Wei Zhenzhen bit her thin lower lip, her heart pounding wildly. Ever since she married Old Feng, an old man old enough to be her grandfather, she thought her life was completely over. But after just one night's sleep, it seemed that heaven had given her another chance. The man before her was a handsome gentleman in every way, yet he seemed to like her. Yang Liming looked at her happy expression and thought smugly, "Got it. The biggest advantage of this new wife is probably what men like most: loyalty to her man." Ha. Perhaps Wei Zhenzhen was one of the easiest beauties to win over in the Tang Dynasty. "Young...Young Master. Zhenzhen...I...I..." Wei Zhenzhen stammered when she saw Yang Liming staring at her with infatuation. "No, Young Master. It's Husband. Doesn't Zhenzhen want to call me that? That would really break my heart." "Yang Liming lifted her chin with his large hand and said. 'Husband!' Hearing Yang Liming utter these two words, Wei Zhenzhen suddenly trembled. She had never called anyone by those two words before. Old Feng could be considered her husband in name, that's true. But could a young girl really say that to that lecherous old man who could be her grandfather? The image of her husband in her mind had always been... perhaps... perhaps just like the man in front of her? 'Husband...' After saying those two words, Wei Zhenzhen suddenly felt as if all her strength had been drained. 'Hahaha, good, good. Good Zhenzhen. You said it well. Say it again, okay?' Yang Liming stepped forward and hugged Wei Zhenzhen. After a moment of hesitation, Wei Zhenzhen raised her flushed face and resolutely, as if she were throwing caution to the wind, called out: 'Husband. Husband. You are Zhenzhen's husband.'" "Thank you, my husband, for looking after Zhenzhen..." Yang Liming was delighted. He lifted her into the air, raising her legs more than twenty centimeters off the ground. He took her soft, red lips into his mouth. Wei Zhenzhen opened her big eyes. The warmth from his lips felt as if her soul had been drawn away. She went limp in her husband's arms, her lips awkwardly responding to Yang Liming. Quietly watching everything, the moon in the sky, the boat on the water, the morning mist, her lover in the boat—she knew she would never forget this scene in her life. Because it had become her most beautiful memory forever. She felt life was so strange. Before falling asleep, she was filled with despair, but after waking up... Suddenly, Wei Zhenzhen's body trembled. She felt her belt being untied. Panting, she looked at the man in front of her and said in a sweet voice, "Husband, I... do you want Zhenzhen?" Chapter 131: Wei Zhenzhen's passionate lovemaking and the Longevity Technique

Yang Liming wrapped his arm around her fragrant shoulder, his tongue tracing her rosy lips, down to her rounded earlobe, her tightly closed eyes, and her delicate nose. Finally, with a satisfied look, he gazed into her eyes and said, "If you don't want to, I won't force you." Though he said this, a wicked thought lurked in his mind: "If you don't want to, I'll find a chance to sink the ship, soaking us both. Then I'll take you to a secluded place, using the excuse of our wet clothes to force us to strip naked." Wei Zhenzhen, upon hearing his words, barely hesitated. She proactively embraced Yang Liming's neck, offering her lips. Seeing her so readily, Yang Liming didn't hold back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Wei Zhenzhen's small mouth trembled as Yang Liming's thick tongue invaded her, a soft moan escaping her throat. Her small, fragrant tongue didn't resist Yang Liming's attack, entwining with his large tongue. Yang Liming also took the opportunity to roam her soft, boneless body with his hands, savoring the allure of her virginal form. After their long kiss, Wei Zhenzhen's beautiful face was flushed, and she breathed heavily with nervousness. She kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at Yang Liming. She was startled by her own boldness. "Hehe, shy? I liked you like that," Yang Liming said, taking off his clothes and pressing her down onto the blanket spread on the bottom of the boat. Kneeling on top of her, he kissed her flushed face while slipping his large hand inside her clothes, gently kneading her well-proportioned breasts. His fingers teased her slowly rising nipples. Wei Zhenzhen couldn't help but grab Yang Liming's hand inside her bodice, trembling as she said, "Husband... I... I'm a little scared." "Good girl. Don't be afraid. Only like this can Zhenzhen truly be my wife. Otherwise, it's not a proper wife," Yang Liming said, licking her long eyelashes. Upon hearing this, Wei Zhenzhen relaxed her grip and closed her eyes again, looking ready for battle. It seemed as if she was saying to Yang Liming, "Come on. Husband, you can do whatever you want with Zhenzhen. I want to be your true wife." Yang Liming chuckled inwardly. He played with her already erect nipples with his fingers, causing her to tremble again, almost moaning. Yang Liming knew she had given in, and he quickly stripped her naked. Now Wei Zhenzhen's body trembled even more violently. Patches of red appeared on her skin, whether from shyness or passion, it was hard to tell. "My Zhenzhen truly has flawless skin," Yang Liming said, looking at the naked woman beneath him. "No way. Husband, don't tease Zhenzhen... please... please." Wei Zhenzhen covered her not-so-large breasts with one hand and her thick, dark-haired crotch with the other, her eyes tightly closed, her head tilted to the side, speaking with a mixture of shame and fear. Her submissive demeanor left Yang Liming speechless. Yang Liming lifted her two small feet with one hand. He stroked her snow-white, pert buttocks and the slit between her legs, hidden by the dark forest. He exclaimed, "Zhenzhen, your body is no less beautiful than any other woman's. Open your eyes and look!" He then forcefully turned her head, which was tilted to one side, so she faced him. Wei Zhenzhen's naked buttocks and slit were being stroked. She dared not open her eyes, even in death. Helpless, Yang Liming reached between her legs and gently rubbed. "Ah!" Wei Zhenzhen cried out in surprise, her eyes widening involuntarily. It turned out that Yang Liming's finger had already inserted into her untouched slit, gently touching the thin membrane inside. "Hehe. Your husband is always fair. Since your husband has touched your slit, I can't let you suffer, can I?" Yang Liming grabbed Wei Zhenzhen's small hand and forced it to grasp his erect penis. "Husband...don't...don't bully me!" Wei Zhenzhen was so shy she almost cried. Even in ancient times, a girl nearing twenty knew what that hot, hard, large, rod-like object in her hand was. Her little heart nearly jumped out of her throat. She was actually holding a man's penis! She probably never dreamed this day would come. While Yang Liming slowly moved his fingers in and out of Wei Zhenzhen's vagina, he also kissed her breasts, and with his other hand, he guided her hand that was gripping his large penis, playing a game of masturbation. "Ah...ah...ah...husband...you...ah..." Wei Zhenzhen moaned softly, though shy. As Yang Liming teased her, her vagina gradually became wet. A trickle of fluid slowly flowed out, staining her labia and Yang Liming's hand. After being aroused, Wei Zhenzhen continued to instinctively stroke Yang Liming's large penis even after he released her hand. This caused Yang Liming to convulse with pleasure. After both of them had used their hands to service each other for a while, Yang Liming felt that the flower path his fingers touched was already very wet, and he knew that the foreplay was enough. "Sister Zhenzhen, we're going to begin. Hey. Don't hold onto your husband's rod. Otherwise, how can we start?" Yang Liming said with a lewd smile. Wei Zhenzhen, who had been dazed and immersed in the sea of desire by Yang Liming's teasing, realized something when she heard his lewd words. "Ah. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, husband." She cried out in surprise. After a strange apology, she quickly released Yang Liming's large penis. The lingering warmth of her hand made her heart pound. She said shyly, "I hope my husband will have mercy on me." Yang Liming looked at her silly and dazed appearance and found it very cute. He chuckled, "It'll hurt a little at first, but it'll get better soon, baby, just bear with it." Yang Liming lifted Baozi Xishi's two thighs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Holding her soft, slender waist, his hot, erect penis aimed at her pure, jade-like entrance, and whispered, "I'm going in." Wei Zhenzhen opened her watery eyes to look at the man on top of her, her teeth slightly clenched, her whole body trembling, preparing to welcome the most important moment of her life. She was truly grateful that her most important thing hadn't been taken away by that old man. Otherwise, even if Yang Liming liked her, she wouldn't have the face to consummate their marriage with him. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel very grateful to the old woman from the Feng family who usually beat and scolded her. This was Yang Liming's first time making love in the lake. He couldn't help but be a little too excited. After the head of his swollen, red penis rubbed against Wei Zhenzhen's vagina a few times, getting wet, "plop." The red head of his penis was already buried in the small mouth of her vagina, being sucked. "Ah! So tight! No wonder she's a virgin. From the first time I smelled that unique virgin scent on her, I knew she hadn't been touched by that toad, Old Feng. It's great! Even heaven is on my side," Yang Liming thought smugly. With each step forward, Yang Liming felt an immense pressure and suction from inside her vagina. He managed to advance a little further before feeling some resistance at the tip of his penis, realizing he had touched her hymen. Wei Zhenzhen clung tightly to the man on top of her, her waist arched into a tight curve. She gasped for breath, as if trying to lessen the pain of losing her virginity. Yang Liming knew this wasn't the time for pity. He took a deep breath, thrusting his hips forward, and his hot, thick penis pierced through that symbol of purity, penetrating deep into her flower path, reaching her very core, enveloped by the tender flesh inside. "Ah...it hurts!" Wei Zhenzhen let out a sharp scream, tears already streaming down her face, sobbing, "Husband. It feels like I'm being torn apart. Waaah..." Yang Liming gently stroked her hair, kissing away her tears. He dared not move his penis, only comforting her while touching her erect penis and using his inner energy to try to heal her pain from losing her virginity. After a while, Wei Zhenzhen seemed to have adapted to the feeling of losing her virginity. Her brows slowly relaxed. Seeing this, Yang Liming kept his large penis moving with the gentlest touch, his hands constantly caressing her entire body to increase her pleasure. "Ah...ah...ya..." Wei Zhenzhen's small hands grasped Yang Liming's large hands, which were pinching her breasts and teasing her red nipples. She moaned softly. Her lovely waist twisted with Yang Liming's thrusts. Seeing that she was becoming aroused, Yang Liming could no longer restrain himself. Excited, Yang Liming quickened his hip movements. Lubricated by the copious fluid flowing from Wei Zhenzhen's flower palace, his thrusts grew increasingly rapid. Wei Zhenzhen moaned loudly, cooing, "Ah...ah...husband...husband...ah...I'm so embarrassed...ah...it's so strange...ah...it's inside Zhenzhen's belly..." Wei Zhenzhen's face was flushed with the unique rosy hue of lovemaking, her delicate face still wet with tears, a pear blossom-like expression of intense passion. Yang Liming almost ejaculated. "Ah...I'm dying...ah...ah...ah! Husband, I..." With a series of unconscious, frantic cries, Wei Zhenzhen's body trembled violently, her vaginal fluid gushing out, experiencing her first orgasm ever. Streams of fluid splattered onto Yang Liming's head. The tender flesh inside her flower palace clung to his penis, kissing and writhing. Seeing her lower body so passionate, Yang Liming didn't stop there. As the suction weakened, it began to thrust even faster, taking advantage of Wei Zhenzhen's earlier ejaculation."Ah...oh...husband Zhenzhen...I can't take it anymore...ah..." With each moan, nectar flowed from Wei Zhenzhen's body, and she continued to moan, the intense pleasure from her legs spreading rapidly throughout her body. Yang Liming's thrusts became even faster. The newly-welcomed beauty, like a steamed bun, responded passionately, clinging tightly to her husband, her breasts pressed against his chest, her vagina greedily sucking at the head of his large penis. Yang Liming let out a low growl. He suddenly pulled his penis completely out of the beauty's body, then forcefully thrust it in to its deepest point. Semen spurted out, filling the place where his new wife had given birth to children. Wei Zhenzhen's smooth, pink arms went limp, her eyes rolling back. Her body convulsed, as she was once again brought to the peak by the onslaught of the hot essence. As the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, Yang Liming gently kissed her tired forehead and tenderly caressed her glistening breasts, helping her savor the afterglow of her orgasm. He smiled and asked, "My dear sister, was it comfortable?" Wei Zhenzhen shyly nodded her head. She was still an honest child. "Hehe, let's quickly put our clothes on. Otherwise, if someone comes to cruise the lake at noon, I'll be in big trouble," Yang Liming said, looking at the morning mist that had almost completely dissipated from the lake. "Husband, Zhenzhen never knew she could be so happy. I wonder if what just happened was a dream," Wei Zhenzhen said, looking at Yang Liming's hand caressing her head after she put on her clothes. Her voice was filled with disbelief. For a poor girl who had always lived a life of hardship, having someone suddenly treat her so lovingly was truly like a dream. "Hehe, my dear sister, you will be even happier in the future," Yang Liming said, embracing her. The two admired the scenery on the lake, snuggling together and whispering sweet nothings until the sun was high in the sky. Reluctantly, he ferried the boat back to shore. Yang Liming, holding Wei Zhenzhen in his arms, ignored the astonished gazes of passersby and headed towards Yangzhou's largest inn. Just as he entered, he noticed groups of soldiers rushing in one direction. "A thought struck him. Yuwen Huaji is about to attack Shi Long. That means Fu Junzhuo is coming soon too. Heh heh. The Longevity Scripture won't fall into the hands of those guys. If it's going to be, it'll be mine." Thinking this, Yang Liming tossed a large piece of gold to the innkeeper nearby, saying, "Rent me a courtyard. A courtyard where no one is allowed to disturb me." The innkeeper, seeing his tone and generosity, knew he was no ordinary person and quickly agreed. He went to the courtyard and settled Wei Zhenzhen in the best room. He kissed her forehead and said, "Your husband has to go out for a bit. You must stay here obediently and wait for me to come back." Wei Zhenzhen was a little reluctant, but still nodded and said, "Husband, I will definitely wait for you to come back obediently." Yang Liming went to the innkeeper and asked for a maid to take care of Wei Zhenzhen. Then he went out to inquire about the location of the Shilong Martial Arts Arena and headed there. With his lightness skill, he naturally arrived at the Shilong Martial Arts Arena quickly, following the directions of passersby. As soon as he arrived, he found that the entire arena had been surrounded by soldiers. There were even sounds of fighting coming from some places. Yang Liming used the unique sensory abilities of a martial arts master to search for the location of Shilong. "Halt. This is official business. No one is allowed to enter here. Anyone who disobeys will be executed." Yang Liming had not taken more than a few steps when he was blocked by a group of soldiers. As expected of the Tang Dynasty, a world where martial arts were extremely popular, even a random squad of soldiers was full of martial arts skills and internal strength. The highest-ranking captains, some resembling junior generals, had even reached the late-stage of the Acquired Realm. This was unimaginable in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Yang Liming had no time to entangle with them. He sneered and activated his Sword Saint skill, Swift Wind Step. In an instant, before the soldiers could react, he vanished without a trace. After walking around the martial arts arena for a while, Yang Liming suddenly sensed something. "There." He ran towards a relatively quiet room to the east. He had sensed two powerful auras in that direction. Either of the owners of these auras was at least as strong as, if not stronger than, one of the Five Greats of the Legend of the Condor Heroes world. "I, Shi, am always wild and arrogant, I don't know the way of flattery, and I'm the kind of person who responds better to soft words than hard ones. Perhaps in a moment of desperation, I might risk everything and destroy the book. Then, Brother Yuwen, wouldn't you be unable to explain to your master?" Yang Liming heard a voice say as soon as he approached the place. “If Brother Shi can destroy this precious book, then it certainly isn’t Guang Chengzi’s ‘Longevity Manual.’ Destroying it wouldn’t be a big deal. However, Brother Shi’s attitude is harmful to the students of your esteemed Daoist temple. It might even bring disaster to their parents and children. Don’t both Daoism and Buddhism emphasize accumulating virtue and doing good deeds? Brother Shi seems to be going against this principle!” “It’s Yuwen Huaji and Shi Long. Sure enough, they’re here. Judging from their auras, Shi Long is clearly a little weaker than Yuwen Huaji. He’s at the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, half a step away from the middle stage. Yuwen Huaji, on the other hand, seems to be at the middle stage of the Innate Realm.” Yang Liming thought.“This Mr. Shi is always arrogant and doesn’t know the art of flattery. He’s the kind of person who responds better to gentleness than force. Perhaps in a moment of desperation, he might risk everything and destroy the book. Then, wouldn’t Brother Yuwen be unable to explain himself to his master?” Yang Liming heard a voice say as he approached the place. “If Brother Shi can destroy the precious book, then it’s definitely not Guang Chengzi’s ‘Longevity Manual.’ Destroying it wouldn’t be a big deal. However, Brother Shi’s attitude is harmful to the students of your esteemed temple. It might even bring disaster to their parents and children. Don’t both Taoism and Buddhism emphasize accumulating virtue and doing good deeds? Brother Shi seems to be going against this principle!” “It’s Yuwen Huaji and Shi Long. Sure enough, they’re here. Judging from their auras, Shi Long is clearly a little weaker than Yuwen Huaji. He’s at the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, half a step away from the middle stage. Yuwen Huaji, on the other hand, seems to be at the middle stage of the Innate Realm.” Yang Liming thought.“This Mr. Shi is always arrogant and doesn’t know the art of flattery. He’s the kind of person who responds better to gentleness than force. Perhaps in a moment of desperation, he might risk everything and destroy the book. Then, wouldn’t Brother Yuwen be unable to explain himself to his master?” Yang Liming heard a voice say as he approached the place. “If Brother Shi can destroy the precious book, then it’s definitely not Guang Chengzi’s ‘Longevity Manual.’ Destroying it wouldn’t be a big deal. However, Brother Shi’s attitude is harmful to the students of your esteemed temple. It might even bring disaster to their parents and children. Don’t both Taoism and Buddhism emphasize accumulating virtue and doing good deeds? Brother Shi seems to be going against this principle!” “It’s Yuwen Huaji and Shi Long. Sure enough, they’re here. Judging from their auras, Shi Long is clearly a little weaker than Yuwen Huaji. He’s at the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, half a step away from the middle stage. Yuwen Huaji, on the other hand, seems to be at the middle stage of the Innate Realm.” Yang Liming thought.

Chapter 132, Fu Junzhuo, the mother in the original novel

Yang Liming listened to the commotion inside, but had no intention of going in. He figured reaping the benefits of the situation was far more enjoyable than fighting to the death inside. Although he was confident that even the two inside combined couldn't defeat him. He heard Yuwen Huaji inside sigh, "Brother Shi is not only ungrateful but also stubborn. However, considering the hard-won fame of Brother Shi, I, Yuwen Huaji, will allow you to gather your strength for a full-force attack. Brother Shi, you can die with peace of mind." Then, a fierce fight broke out inside. Shi Long, no match for Yuwen Huaji, was seriously injured and escaped through a trick, sneaking into a secret passage. Yang Liming, using his superior sensory abilities and Xiaobai's radar function, secretly followed Shi Long closely. Sure enough, after running for a quarter of an hour, a patch of ground suddenly rose up by the roadside. A person jumped out from underground—it was the seriously injured Shi Long. Shi Long, unaware that he was being followed, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood as soon as he emerged from the ground. Then, gritting his teeth, he leaped into a large mansion. Yang Liming followed him inside. "Brother Tian Wen... save... me!" Shi Long cried out as soon as he entered the mansion. An old scholar ran out. "Master Shi, how could this happen?" the old scholar said in a panic. Shi Long was already a master in the martial arts world. Who could have injured him like this? "Don't say anything. It was Yuwen Huaji who injured me. He wanted to steal the Longevity Formula for Yang Guang. We can't let them get the Longevity Formula. Otherwise, with the many talents under Yang Guang's command, they might really be able to decipher all the oracle bone script in the book, master the secret of longevity, and become an immortal tyrant, making the people of the world continue to suffer. Then I, Shi Long, will die with my eyes open." These words were spoken clearly, but Yang Liming, hiding in the shadows, saw that Shi Long was already experiencing a final burst of energy before death. His heart meridian had been injured by Yuwen Huaji. He couldn't possibly live much longer. Of course, if Yang Liming were willing to use the Dragon's Soul-Returning Grass to save him, that would be a different story. But that's impossible. "Quickly. Quickly take this book and escape Yangzhou. We absolutely cannot let Yuwen Huaji get it." Shi Long took a book out of his pocket and tucked it into the arms of the old scholar named Tian Wen, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and was clearly dying. Tian Wen was terrified by the names Yuwen Huaji and Yang Guang. He didn't know whether to accept it or not. In the end, he gritted his teeth and decided to take it. Seeing that he had accepted it, Shi Long smiled with relief. "I advise you to give me the Longevity Manual. Giving it to him will only harm him. You don't think someone with no martial arts skills can escape from Yuwen Huaji's hands, do you?" Yang Liming said as he emerged from the shadows. "Ah!" Both of them were shocked. Shi Long even tried to use his dying body to block Yang Liming from the sudden appearance so that Tian Wen could escape with the Longevity Manual. “You don’t need to look at me like that. I’m not Yuwen Huaji’s subordinate. Master Shi Long wouldn’t think he’s qualified to be my master, would he?” Yang Liming said. Hearing this, Shi Long vaguely sensed Yang Liming’s almost ethereal, hidden aura. He said, “Of course you’re not Yuwen Huaji’s subordinate. Your martial arts are far superior to his. If he had a subordinate like you, I… cough cough… wouldn’t have been able to escape.” “Alright. Master Shi, you’re dying. Give me the Longevity Manual.” Yang Liming reached out and said. “Cough cough… alright… do I have a choice? It’s good that you’re not Yuwen Huaji’s subordinate. As long as the Longevity Manual doesn’t fall into… the hands of a tyrant.” After saying this, Shi Long vomited several mouthfuls of blood and then passed out. Yang Liming took the Longevity Manual from the trembling old scholar’s hand and said to him, “If you don’t want to die, run quickly. Whether you have the Longevity Manual or not, Yuwen Huaji won’t let you go.” Just as the old scholar was about to cry… Yang Liming chuckled and said, "Actually, it's not hard for you to survive. Just say that Shi Long came looking for you, but you didn't dare offend Yuwen Huaji, so you chased him away. Oh, and also tell him that Shi Long ran to the back mountain outside the city. That way, you'll only be under house arrest for a short while." After saying that, Yang Liming grabbed Shi Long's body and ran towards the back mountain outside the city. He knew that as long as Tian Wen told Yuwen Huaji this, Yuwen Huaji would definitely follow the scent left by Shi Long's body. At Yang Liming's speed, he soon reached the back mountain outside the city. However, he couldn't find the stream where the two dragons met Fu Junzhuo in the original story. "This back mountain is so big. Even if I know Fu Junzhuo is on this mountain, it's impossible to find him so easily!" As Yang Liming was searching for the famous stream, his ears suddenly twitched. He heard the barking of dogs and the sound of footsteps. "Damn it, Yuwen Huaji is pretty fast. I haven't found Fu Junzhuo yet." He suddenly remembered something. "I can't find Fu Junzhuo. I'll just have her come find me. Isn't she a fanatical nationalist?" He chuckled, circulating his inner energy. He imitated the voice of Yuwen Huaji he had just heard, intending to amplify his own voice far and wide. "The people of Goryeo are the most shameless people in the world. They are not even human. They are all trash. Every woman in Goryeo is a prostitute, and every man is a thief. These are the shameless and lowly Goryeo people. Goryeo people are synonymous with trash! They are our Great Sui's eternal slave state!" "Heh. Now, you should be able to hear me within ten miles." Yang Liming thought smugly. "Who? Which bastard? Show yourself if you dare! I'll kill you!" A voice, also mixed with inner energy, came from the east, rapidly approaching. Upon hearing the woman's voice, Yang Liming knew it must be Fu Junzhuo, the famous 'woman' of the Tang Dynasty's Twin Dragons. Although her voice was more beautiful than heavenly music, her Mandarin sounded somewhat unfluent. With a slightly distorted accent, Yang Liming threw down the corpse of Shi Long. He leaped onto a towering, leafy tree, concealing his aura. He even sealed the contraction of his pores. Now, unless one was significantly stronger than him, no one would easily notice him. A moment later, an angry woman in white came into Yang Liming's view. The woman wore a snow-white warrior's outfit, her graceful figure holding a sword. A bamboo hat covered her head, and a heavy veil hung down, obscuring her pretty face above her lips, but even the exposed chin was enough to tell that she was a rare beauty. This woman was quite tall, possessing a proud and aloof air, slender and perfectly proportioned, her figure indescribably beautiful. What was particularly striking was a small, dark mole at the corner of her mouth, adding to her mysterious beauty. "It really is Fu Junzhuo," Yang Liming thought. "Get out here! Who was speaking here just now? Are you looking for death?" Fu Junzhuo glanced at Shi Long's corpse on the ground. Her face remained expressionless, but her tone was filled with icy killing intent. As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Liming thought to himself, "Another one has arrived." Sure enough, Yuwen Huaji had already arrived with his men. Fu Junzhuo also noticed him at the same time. "Who are you, young lady?" Yuwen Huaji asked, looking at the dead Shi Long lying on the ground. "It's you," Fu Junzhuo said through gritted teeth. Because Yang Liming had used Yuwen Huaji's voice earlier, Fu Junzhuo now recognized him as the one who had insulted her people. How could she not be furious? "I want you, you Han dog, to test your sword on me!" Fu Junzhuo drew her long sword with a clang and lunged at Yuwen Huaji. Although she could tell that Yuwen Huaji was not someone to be trifled with, she still wanted to fight him. Upon seeing her chilling sword aura, Yuwen Huaji knew that although she was not as strong as him, she was not easy to deal with. In terms of skill alone, she was no less powerful than Shi Long. Moreover, her momentum was even stronger. Fu Junzhuo let out a delicate shout, leaping diagonally and flying above Yuwen Huaji's head, her longsword flashing downwards. Thousands of sword beams flashed towards him. "Hmph," Yuwen Huaji was not to be outdone. His signature move, the Ice Profound Force, surged forth. The surrounding air instantly turned icy as it met Fu Junzhuo's longsword. "Boom!" Palm and sword clashed. In a flash, Fu Junzhuo thrust twelve swords at him, and he returned twelve palm strikes. The two clashed and separated in an instant. Yuwen Huaji retreated to the side and said, "Master Yi Jian is indeed worthy of his reputation, and his disciple is also so powerful. However, it is a pity that you are still slightly inferior to Huaji. Since you have come to my door today, I should invite you to stay as a guest in my Great Sui." "Then we'll see if you have the ability." Fu Junzhuo landed on the other side, her longsword pointing at Yuwen Huaji. However, judging from the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, she had obviously suffered a loss earlier. "Then Huaji will have to offend you." "Yuwen Huaji finished speaking and charged towards Fu Junzhuo. Fu Junzhuo, however, was thinking about how to escape. She had been enraged by Yang Liming's insults towards the Koreans, which was why she had fought Yuwen Huaji so fiercely. Now that she had regained her senses, she knew that this was no place to linger, otherwise she might fall into Yuwen Huaji's hands and never return to Korea. Yuwen Huaji arrived instantly, a powerful aura assaulting Fu Junzhuo. Fu Junzhuo had no choice but to fight and retreat, but she was clearly much weaker than before. She was secretly anxious; if this continued, she probably wouldn't be able to escape."Seeing that Fu Junzhuo was about to collapse, Yang Liming immediately leaped down from the tree with overwhelming momentum. He had finally gotten his chance to be a hero and save the beauty, and he couldn't let it go to waste. He struck out with a palm towards Yuwen Huaji's back. "Who's there?" Yuwen Huaji exclaimed in surprise. He forced Fu Junzhuo back and turned to defend herself, only to find a figure flash by. The person behind her had already moved to Fu Junzhuo's other side. "Miss, let's go quickly." Yang Liming didn't even bother with her consent. He grabbed her soft hand and ran. Fu Junzhuo didn't resist Yang Liming's advances and also ran immediately. She had already realized that Yang Liming was there to help her. Her current thought was not to be entangled by Yuwen Huaji and his men, not anything else. She didn't pay attention to Yang Liming's action of pulling her hand. "No need to chase," Yuwen Huaji said to his men, who had been ordered to watch the show, as he watched the two flee. He himself might not be able to catch Fu Junzhuo, let alone his men. They arrived at Shi Long's corpse and searched it thoroughly. But the secret of immortality was nowhere to be found. Suddenly realizing that Fu Junzhuo had been alone here, he immediately stood up and roared, "Go after him! Even if you can't catch him, keep chasing him!"

Chapter 133 features a large-scale teasing of Fu Junzhuo and Qing Shengyuwen Huaji.

Chapter 133: Yang Liming teases Fu Junzhuo and lightly defeats Yuwen Huaji. "Let go of me! Let go of me!" Fu Junzhuo was dragged along by Yang Liming for a while. They reached a small valley. Seeing that she had shaken off Yuwen Huaji, but Yang Liming was still holding her, she immediately broke free from Yang Liming's large hand. She then pointed her long sword at Yang Liming and said, "Who are you? Why are you helping me? What are you up to?" "Uh, I say, Miss Fu, I did save you, so there's no need to be so impolite..." Before Yang Liming could finish speaking, the bamboo hat on Fu Junzhuo's head suddenly shattered into pieces, revealing her incomparably beautiful yet extremely pale face. Then, she let out a soft moan, opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing limply to the ground. "Hey, are you alright? You're injured and still trying to hold on." Yang Liming quickly caught her and said, half-embracing her slender waist. The posture was like lovers in a romantic moment. The swaying Fu Junzhuo blushed. Suddenly, she shoved Yang Liming away forcefully, shouting, "You stinky man, don't touch me like that!" "Your meridians were injured by Yuwen Huaji's Ice Profound Energy. If I don't touch you, can you heal yourself?" Yang Liming said seriously. In the original story, it was the combination of old and new injuries that led to her early death. Although Yang Liming wouldn't let her suffer new injuries now, he couldn't ignore the old ones. "Who says I can't heal myself?" Fu Junzhuo stubbornly sat cross-legged, circulating her internal energy to block the cold current caused by Yuwen Huaji's Ice Profound Energy in her meridians. But no matter what she did, she couldn't stop the cold current within her body, nor prevent it from wreaking havoc. Seeing her anxious face and her fluctuating body temperature, Yang Liming ignored her refusal, abruptly striking her acupoints and forcefully lifting her up. "What are you doing?" Fu Junzhuo exclaimed in surprise. She hadn't expected Yang Liming to suddenly attack. "Nothing. Just a hug," Yang Liming replied honestly. "You bastard! Put me down! I knew you Han people were all the same... If you don't let me go, I'll tear you to pieces..." Fu Junzhuo couldn't move, but her mouth wouldn't stop. She kept cursing. "Shut up! You Koreans from the south are no good either. We Han people are far superior to you. If you keep arguing, I'll rape you!" Yang Liming shouted. Fu Junzhuo was startled by the word "rape" and became a little more obedient. But after a while, seeing Yang Liming's smug expression, she couldn't hold back her anger and was about to start cursing again. Yang Liming shrugged helplessly and simply pressed the silence point on the beauty in his arms. "Don't be angry with me. I'm doing this to help you heal better, not to take advantage of you. I swear," Yang Liming said under Fu Junzhuo's murderous glare. Fu Junzhuo blinked. Yang Liming could clearly see from those bright, beautiful eyes, "Who cares? You're just taking advantage of me." Yang Liming found a spot with three holes. He put Fu Junzhu down and positioned her cross-legged. He then sat down cross-legged himself, placing one palm on Fu Junzhu's back. Just as he was about to begin healing her, he suddenly noticed Fu Junzhu's large, erect breasts, which were sticking out even through her clothes. A wicked thought immediately arose in his mind. He got up and sat down cross-legged in front of Fu Junzhu. "Hehe. Miss Fu. Wait a moment. I'm about to heal you. Your healing methods probably won't be very appealing to girls who have just met me. But you should know that I'm healing you, not taking advantage of you. You have to trust my character." After saying this, Yang Liming placed his hands on Fu Junzhu's nipples, intentionally or unintentionally caressing her large breasts through her clothes. Occasionally, he would knead them a few times to test their wonderful feel. "Oh. Not bad. Very elastic. Uh... no, I mean I'm going to start healing you." "Ugh..." Fu Junzhu's eyes widened, and her face turned pale. Her body, never before touched by anyone, was being so lightly and carelessly played with by this man. She was filled with shame and anger, and her vision blurred; she almost fainted. Suddenly, she felt several streams of scorching heat flow into her body from several major acupoints on her chest. The sensation was like a large hand constantly caressing her breasts. This made the virginal foreign beauty feel uneasy, her whole body burning with heat. If she could move now, the first thing she would do was to use her longsword to slash Yang Liming a few times. Why not use the sword to stab? Stabbing is nothing compared to the satisfying revenge of slashing. The healing chapter of the Nine Yin Manual not only heals oneself but is also incredibly effective at healing others. The Nine Yin True Qi injected into Fu Junzhuo's body quickly and completely eliminated the Ice Whirlwind True Qi left by Yuwen Huaji. However, Fu Junzhuo's body, injured by the Ice Whirlwind True Qi, still needed a short time to heal itself. Yang Liming stood up. Released Fu Junzhuo's speech-impairing pressure point, Yang Liming said, "Alright, my beauty. I've healed your injuries. No need to be too grateful. If you'd like, you can repay me with your body." "You lecherous scoundrel! What else do you have to say? I hate you! Let me go! You Han dogs are all lecherous scoundrels!" Fu Junzhuo shouted as soon as she regained her ability to speak. "Bullshit! You Korean pigs are all lecherous scoundrels! I already said I was healing you, not taking advantage of you. If you utter the word 'Han dog' again, I'll strip you naked and make you run around naked!" Yang Liming initially appeared aggrieved, then turned fierce. "Daddy, you can heal her just the same way by pressing your hand against her back," Xiaobai thought to Yang Liming. "Shut up. Would I be a man if I didn't take advantage of you?" Yang Liming retorted. Fu Junzhuo's face turned pale with anger at his unreasonable words. Anyone who practices martial arts knows... The best way to heal is to place your palms against the back of the person being healed, not their chest. He still spoke with such righteous indignation. Taking a deep breath to calm his heart, which was about to explode with anger, Fu Junzhuo suddenly smiled. She gave Yang Liming a seductive wink and said in a sweet voice, "Alright. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have wronged you. But really, you dared to touch a young woman's chest so casually." Yang Liming stared wide-eyed at Fu Junzhuo's sudden change to affectionate eyes. How could she change so quickly? Just a moment ago she looked like she was going to bite him to death. To be honest, Fu Junzhuo's usually cold and beautiful face, suddenly adorned with such captivating eyes, was undeniably alluring. Yang Liming was momentarily dizzy with temptation. If it weren't for the fact that he had several even more beautiful wives, which had increased his immunity to most beauties, he probably would have already turned into a hungry wolf and done something unforgivable to the Party and the people. (The homeless man: "Sigh! Although he's done this kind of thing a lot already.") "Idiot, what are you looking at? Let me go right now. I can't move at all. My body is almost numb." Fu Junzhuo saw him staring at her blankly. She concealed the coldness deep in her beautiful eyes and said sweetly again. "Hehe. I'll let you go right away. Otherwise, I won't feel bad if your body gets numb." Yang Liming said stupidly. Then he pressed Fu Junzhuo's pressure points. "Thank you. Go to hell. You lecherous scoundrel." Fu Junzhuo's eyes instantly turned cold. Yang Liming easily dodged the sword that came from in front of him and looked at Fu Junzhuo, who was holding a long sword and looking at him hatefully, with a grin. "Hehe. I knew you would do this. It's been shown to death on TV and in novels. It's good to play with you." After saying that, Yang Liming went to meet the attack. The Nine Yin White Bone Claw tore through several streams of air and met Fu Junzhuo's sword shadows. Sword and claw clashed. Suddenly, Fu Junzhuo felt an extremely strong force on the sword. Her chest tightened, her right hand loosened, and the longsword fell to the ground. "Tch. Even if you weren't injured, it would be a small matter for me to deal with you. Not to mention your injuries haven't fully healed yet," Yang Liming said smugly, pressing down on one of Fu Junzhuo's jade-like arms. Fu Junzhuo shouted in a delicate voice, "Shameless scoundrel, I'll kill you!" After saying that, she raised her small foot and kicked at Yang Liming. "You don't know how to learn your lesson. You don't even understand what it means to be wise not to suffer a loss in front of you." Yang Liming hooked his foot and flipped her to the ground. He then pressed down on her, grabbing both of her arms. "You lecherous thief, if you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, I won't let you off the hook." "Alright! I'd love for you not to let me off the hook," Yang Liming said, breathing hot air on her flushed yet feignedly cold face. Seeing that Fu Junzhuo was still glaring at him, with an icy beauty's expression, and feeling her full chest. The fragrance emanating from her breath. Yang Liming suddenly felt a surge of lust. Involuntarily, he stuck out his tongue and licked her pert, white nose. Before Fu Junzhuo could protest, Yang Liming's large mouth kissed her delicate face, then moved from her fair neck to her round little ears, and then back to her luscious, sexy red lips. He swallowed the curse she was about to utter... While kissing her, Yang Liming also continuously caressed her entire body. Her breasts were naturally not spared either. "This woman fights like a madwoman. But her body is as soft as water," Yang Liming thought with a sigh, feeling the soft touch beneath him. Yang Liming's thick tongue also took the opportunity to stuff into her small mouth, sucking her sweet saliva. Suddenly, it withdrew. "Ouch," Fu Junzhuo cried out softly. "Haha. You almost broke your teeth, didn't you? Trying to ambush me. Would I dare stick my tongue in your mouth if I wasn't prepared?" Yang Liming said, lightly biting her flushed cheek again. "You'll die a horrible death. How dare you treat me so disrespectfully," Fu Junzhuo struggled and said.Just then, Yuwen Huaji's booming voice came from not far away: "Miss Fu and this young man are truly leisurely. At this crucial moment, they still have time for such intimate matters. I, Huaji, am truly envious." Yang Liming stood up and laughed: "Yuwen Huaji, what are you envious of? Husbands and wives can do such things anywhere. Hey! Why did you come alone? Aren't you afraid of being killed by me and Miss Fu Junzhuo?" Yuwen Huaji's angry laughter rang out: "You brat, you dare to boast? You want to kill me, Yuwen Huaji? Let's see if you have the ability." His tone was filled with murderous intent. As the second-highest martial artist of the Yuwen clan, Yuwen Huaji was a figure of immense power in the Sui Dynasty; anyone who challenged him was doomed. When Yang Liming chased after Fu Junzhuo earlier, he hadn't actually fought her. He naturally didn't know the extent of Yang Liming's martial arts skills. But judging from his young age, even if his martial arts were good, he shouldn't be as powerful as the genius of the Yuwen clan. In his view, Fu Junzhuo, who truly had the strength to fight him, was already injured. Capturing the two of them would be a piece of cake. At this moment, Fu Junzhuo also stood up. She glared at Yang Liming. Knowing that with a formidable enemy at hand, it was not good to fall out with him. Therefore, she pouted and walked to the side, saying, "Aren't you very powerful? I won't let it end in mutual destruction. I'll take this opportunity to kill you both." "Damn little wench. Yuwen Huaji's main target is you, isn't it?" Yang Liming thought. "Miss Fu, please hand over the Longevity Manual." Yuwen Huaji said. "What Longevity Manual? I don't have it." Fu Junzhuo said. She had never even heard of any Longevity Manual. Yang Liming said lazily, "If you're going to fight, then hurry up. Stop babbling. Are you scared? You spineless coward." He had figured it out. In the Tang Dynasty, you couldn't pick up girls without fame and military achievements. Otherwise, how many people would even look at you? Today, he planned to use Yuwen Huaji as the first stepping stone to fame. It would be best to defeat him as quickly as possible. If he could use one move, he wouldn't need a second. To achieve the best effect of awe the world. So that the beauties of the Tang Dynasty would exclaim "Wow!" upon hearing his name, and then realize, "So you're so-and-so!" Yuwen Huaji, his face ashen, stared at the boy who had insulted him. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he unleashed a palm strike, sending waves of chilling internal energy towards him. Yang Liming snorted, "You're nothing special." A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and his aura surged forth. He met the attack with a Cui Xin Palm strike, shouting, "Sword Saint's Battle Technique. Fatal Strike. Double Attack!" Yuwen Huaji was greatly shocked. The first thing that flashed through his mind was to run away. He realized he had misjudged the boy. This boy's aura was no less than that of his uncle, Yuwen Shang, and perhaps even stronger. "Pfft." His original strength was inferior to Yang Liming's. With the double attack, Yuwen Huaji's Ice Profound Energy was shattered the moment he made contact with Yang Liming. He spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed to the ground, not daring to linger. He suppressed the throbbing pain in his chest and ran. He didn't even dare to look back. He had never experienced such a crushing defeat. There was almost no chance of fighting back. "Why didn't you chase after him and kill him? You could have done it so easily." Fu Junzhuo pointed at Yang Liming angrily. "I can kill him if I want to, it's none of your business. You're not my wife. I only kissed you a few times." Yang Liming slapped Fu Junzhuo's pointed white finger away. He didn't kill Yuwen Huaji because he was saving him for later to kill Yang Guang. It was best not to change the situation in the Tang Dynasty if possible. This would be more beneficial to him. It would be easier to control, and the effect of establishing his authority had already been achieved. Injuring the second-best expert of the Yuwen clan in one move was a very impressive feat. "Hmph." Fu Junzhuo snorted and turned to leave. She didn't want to see Yang Liming's hateful face again. "Where are you going?" "He's already seriously injured. If you're not going to chase him, I will." Fu Junzhuo said. "Uh! It seems you've also suffered a pretty serious injury, haven't you?" Yang Liming said, shrugging his shoulders.
Chapter 134 Springtime Passion Junzhuo

"Hmph." Fu Junzhuo then remembered that she wasn't at her peak anymore. She stood to the side with her arms crossed.
Yang Liming walked behind her and hugged her waist from behind. He licked her earlobe and said, "Your injuries haven't healed yet. How about you stay by my side and let me take care of you?"
Fu Junzhuo forcefully broke free from his embrace and turned around to glare at him with her beautiful eyes. Just when Yang Liming thought she was about to explode,
he saw tears welling up in Fu Junzhuo's eyes. Her gaze towards him grew increasingly complicated. "Okay, I'll go with you."
"Uh... I didn't hear wrong, did I?" Yang Liming had only said it casually and hadn't held out much hope. He didn't expect her to actually agree.
"What? You want to go back on your word? Before Yuwen Huaji came, how many outrageous things did you do to me? Have you forgotten?" The tears in Fu Junzhuo's eyes finally turned into a single, clear tear that flowed down her cheek.
"Hey, hey. Don't cry. Although I did something a bit excessive to you, I didn't say I was going to deny it." Yang Liming reached out and grabbed Fu Junzhuo's shoulder, kissing away her tears as he spoke.
Fu Junzhuo pushed Yang Liming away, saying, "I just said I'd follow you. You're not allowed to touch me for no reason."
"Tch. Do you think I care? I just wanted to show you some pity and prove that I'm a good man." After saying that, Yang Liming walked towards Yangzhou City.
Fu Junzhuo stomped her feet and glared at his back before helplessly following him. "Bastard. Idiot. Hypocrite. Did I tell you not to touch me and I wouldn't?"
"What did you say?" Yang Liming turned around and asked. "I'm not talking to you. It's none of your business. If I could beat you, I would have chopped you in half with one sword. You're just annoying me." Fu Junzhuo pouted.
"Big sister, you're already twenty-four or twenty-five. Stop acting like a little girl all the time. No wonder you're still single." Yang Liming said, looking at the mature-looking Fu Junzhuo. Although her pouting was alluring, he still managed to tease her.
"You dare call me old? You're not much younger than me." Fu Junzhuo ran to Yang Liming and tapped him on the back, revealing her girlish side. She completely forgot that she had just wanted to kill someone.
The two bickered and teased each other as they returned to Yangzhou City. Yuwen Huaji was seriously injured and naturally didn't dare to provoke the two. They quickly returned to the courtyard of the inn where Wei Zhenzhen was staying.
"Zhenzhen, I'm back." Yang Liming shouted as soon as he entered the courtyard. "Husband." Wei Zhenzhen, who was anxiously pacing in circles inside the house, perked up at Yang Liming's call. She had been a little afraid that Yang Liming would forget about her. After all, she didn't know Yang Liming very well. What if this husband really took advantage of her and then left? She really had nowhere to look. Now she couldn't help but curse herself for being foolish. How could her husband be that kind of person?
Seeing Wei Zhenzhen running over excitedly, Yang Liming picked up her slender, petite body and kissed her cheek fiercely.
"Husband, who is this sister?" Wei Zhenzhen glanced at Fu Junzhuo and quickly and shyly pushed herself out of Yang Liming's embrace.
Fu Junzhuo, however, was stunned by the scene before him. "You...you...you two..." Fu Junzhuo pointed at Wei Zhenzhen and Yang Liming.
"Hello, sister. I am your wife," Wei Zhenzhen said, hiding behind Yang Liming. "Good! Very good. Is it true?" Fu Junzhuo's eyes welled up with tears as she asked Yang Liming. "It's true. Zhenzhen is my wife."
"Hmph, I hate you! And you still did that to me!" Fu Junzhuo shouted, turning to leave. Yang Liming clearly saw a few tears welling up in her red eyes.
"Where are you going?" Yang Liming blocked Fu Junzhuo's path. "Going home. Back to Korea. I don't want to see your sour face anymore," Fu Junzhuo said. "Hehe, someone's jealous," Yang Liming said, pulling Wei Zhenzhen aside.
"Who? Who told you I'm jealous?" Fu Junzhuo said. "Husband, who are you and this sister?" Wei Zhenzhen asked, fiddling with her hands.
"My name is Fu Junzhuo. I have nothing to do with him," Fu Junzhuo said quickly, as if afraid Yang Liming would blurt out something unpleasant.
"Zhenzhen, you can just call her sister from now on. She seems to be a little older than you. You'll be living together from now on," Yang Liming said.
"Stop talking nonsense. Who wants to live with you?" Fu Junzhuo jumped up like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.
"Hehe. Sister... let's... go talk..." Wei Zhenzhen had no idea what jealousy was. She grabbed Fu Junzhuo's hand and led her into the room. Clearly, she wanted to comfort Yang Liming, even with Fu Junzhuo's cold demeanor. She didn't want to refuse her girlish enthusiasm, so she was reluctantly pulled into a chat. Seeing their behavior, Yang Liming didn't disturb them. He practiced Tai Chi in the courtyard. This was a new secret he had discovered. It turned out that using true qi to perform the soft, supple martial arts he had learned in modern times was truly extraordinary. At least against opponents of equal skill, using Tai Chi provided invincible defense.
The two women chatted for several hours until it got dark. Fu Junzhuo came out and said, "You have such a good girl like Zhenzhen, yet you're still flirting with other women. Really. From now on, I'll have to keep a close eye on you for Zhenzhen's sake." Then she went to sleep and rest in the room next to Yang Liming and Wei Zhenzhen. Anyway, the courtyard Yang Liming had booked was big enough, with plenty of rooms.
Yang Liming was completely baffled. What kind of spell had Zhenzhen cast on her? Just now she was clamoring to go back to Korea. Why was she suddenly so fond of Zhenzhen?

"Never mind. Zhenzhen is so generous. I should reward her properly. Hehe..." Yang Liming let out a series of lewd laughs. He sneaked into Wei Zhenzhen's room.

A muffled rumble of thunder sounded in the sky, and raindrops poured down like a torrential downpour. Originally, Yang Liming should have been absorbing energy right now. But he was almost turning into a beast, so he still felt that lovemaking was more important. Otherwise, it would be too unfair to the raging penis between his legs. Holding Wei Zhenzhen's delicate and fiery body, he whispered, "Good girl. What did you say to Jun Zhuo just now? Why does she seem to have changed a lot?"
Wei Zhenzhen was already weak and powerless from his teasing, and could only shyly bury her head in Yang Liming's chest. She said, "It's nothing. I just told Sister Fu that if she's willing to stay and make my husband happy, I'm willing to be her concubine and let her be my wife."
"Zhenzhen, what nonsense are you talking about? Among the women I love, there's no distinction between wife and concubine. If she likes me, she stays; if she doesn't, she leaves. Why should you sacrifice anything?"
Yang Liming looked at her fair and delicate neck, smelling the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her body, and couldn't help but lean in and kiss her smooth, fragrant skin. He was deeply moved. In ancient times, a concubine wasn't much better than a maid. Of course, he didn't tell Wei Zhenzhen about his other women. Otherwise, Wei Zhenzhen probably wouldn't have dared to make such a boast to Fu Junzhuo.
"Husband, actually, Sister Fu likes you. Otherwise, she wouldn't care about the difference between wife and concubine," Wei Zhenzhen said. To her, being a wife, concubine, or maid was all the same. As long as she stayed by Yang Liming's side, her life was already a thousand times happier than before. She was a very easily satisfied girl and wouldn't ask for anything.
"Alright. Let's not talk about her anymore. Let's do our thing. Hehe. I can't hold back anymore." Yang Liming said, then
swiftly stripped off his clothes, revealing his forbidden penis. He untied the belt around Wei Zhenzhen's waist and then stripped her bare.
The room was instantly filled with the warmth of spring. Wei Zhenzhen's clothes were completely off, revealing her smooth and tender body. Yang Liming pressed his thick penis tightly against her shy little hole.
He held Wei Zhenzhen's soft and slender waist tightly, his fingers constantly stroking her delicate and smooth white skin, passionately kissing her beautifully curved neck and her rounded, jade-like shoulders.
Wei Zhenzhen felt waves of heat surging within her body, and a captivating moan escaped her cherry-red lips.
Yang Liming's thick lips slid to Wei Zhenzhen's delicate, bud-like breasts, his wet tongue gently licking each one, while his long, thick fingers cupped and kneaded her other breast.
Yang Liming's other hand moved up Wei Zhenzhen's smooth, slender legs, reaching her lower abdomen, to the sanctuary of her youth. Wei Zhenzhen let out a shy "ooh," a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her smooth, slender legs instinctively pressed tightly together. Yang Liming pulled on her nipple and said, "Zhenzhen's body still smells so good."
With that, he parted her smooth legs and pressed his large hand against her wet, tender labia, rubbing it up and down.
He parted Wei Zhenzhen's wet, slippery labia with his fingers, inserting them into the slightly parted entrance of her peach blossom cave. "Oh... ah..."
Wei Zhenzhen trembled at the insertion of his fingers, then shyly thrust her buttocks, rubbing against the fingers enveloped by her vagina. Some women, once they've had sex for the first time, lose much of their shyness. Wei Zhenzhen was one of them.
Yang Liming felt his fingers, inserted into her vagina, soaked with the thick love juice flowing from her flower palace, and his penis grew even thicker, as if urging him to insert it quickly.
Yang Liming withdrew his fingers from Wei Zhenzhen's wet vagina and replaced them with his engorged penis, which was almost dripping with saliva. He pressed the head of his penis against her soft, protruding vaginal opening, about to thrust in.
But Wei Zhenzhen first hooked her long, white legs around his waist. Her fair hands braced against the bed, and her buttocks thrust forward. He lifted her soft, round, snow-white buttocks high. With a soft "plop," her little hole swallowed the dragon's body
of his penis. It thrust straight into Wei Zhenzhen's wet, tight little hole, the entry of that large, round head of his penis instantly arousing the slippery love juice in that peach blossom jade cave. Wei Zhenzhen let out an excited and satisfied sound. "Oh..." she softly moaned.
Yang Liming saw that she was shy but impatient.
He chuckled inwardly. He held her soft, smooth waist with one hand and thrust hard. With a "splash," the penis, which was originally half outside, was completely inside. Wei Zhenzhen trembled continuously from this firm thrust, her round, fleshy buttocks arching upward with seductive eyes, constantly responding to Yang Liming's thrusting penis.
Yang Liming lowered his head and suckled at Wei Zhenzhen's throbbing, snow-white breasts, gently biting her tender, erect nipples. His hips thrust forward with increasing force, his thick, long penis pumping in and out of Wei Zhenzhen's slippery flesh.
"Oh... ah... good husband... ah... ah... oh... um... Zhenzhen is so happy!"
Their lower bodies clashed and intertwined intensely, their skin slapping together with crisp "slap" sounds. Yang Liming's movements in and out of Wei Zhenzhen's tender, moist vagina produced soft, wet sounds.
Next door, Fu Junzhuo, a master of the Innate level, heard everything clearly. "You bad boy," he muttered, his face flushed, as he continued listening to the erotic scene. She felt her underwear getting wet without her realizing it. A twenty-five-year-old woman, she naturally had the feelings of a normal woman. A small, white hand trembled as it reached for her vulva.
"Ugh..." A soft moan escaped her lips, her body throbbing with pleasure. The current of pleasure coursing through her body caused her to gush out another stream of fluid, completely soaking her outer pants. Fu Junzhuo was captivated by this pleasurable sensation. He uncontrollably began his first time masturbating.
In another room, Wei Zhenzhen had also reached her limit. Her slender waist arched high, her body repeatedly engulfing Yang Liming's erect penis as he thrust.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. "Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, husband." Suddenly, her slender waist and beautiful buttocks arched upwards even more rapidly, her vulva contracting powerfully, and a surge of heat erupted from her lower body. It sprayed onto Yang Liming's head. "Ah...oh...ah..." Accompanied by the excited convulsions of her body, this inexplicable and immense pleasure made Wei Zhenzhen cry out loudly.
Yang Liming didn't hold back anymore. Under the pressure of the soft walls of Wei Zhenzhen's vagina, he couldn't help but tremble, and a thick, viscous stream of semen shot out, instantly gushing onto Wei Zhenzhen's flower palace.
After the two stopped their struggle, they suddenly heard a faint, soft moan coming from next door. They looked at each other and smiled, both with a hint of wickedness.
"Who told you to choose a room so close to ours? When it comes to matters between men and women, unless you're a saint, even if you're an ice queen, so what? You still have to take care of yourself and want a man." Yang Liming thought.
"Everyone, husband, we've made Sister Fu suffer." Wei Zhenzhen covered her mouth and giggled. At the same time, she was a little shy. Just now, she was so excited that she had forgotten that there was a sister visiting next door. Now everything was overheard.

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