[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 10

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Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter Fifty-Two: Two Pretty Maids' Springtime Passion 2.

Upon hearing Wu Long's words, Kumārajīva froze on the spot, his mind churning with thoughts of his past actions. In his pursuit of supreme martial arts, he had almost resorted to any means necessary, violating major Buddhist precepts. Now, awakened by Wu Long's words, he felt utterly pathetic, lamentable, laughable, and hateful. He had been busy and running around, only to find that what he had been searching for was himself. He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally let out a long sigh. Then, he clasped his hands in prayer and bowed respectfully to Wu Long, saying,

"Hearing your words, young master, is truly more valuable than reading Buddhist scriptures for ten years. Although I am a Buddhist monk, since I started practicing martial arts, my competitive spirit has grown stronger day by day. I have become obsessed with martial arts, always wanting to pursue the unique skills created by the masters of the past and learn them all. I have already violated the three major precepts of Buddhism: greed, anger, and ignorance. After hearing your words today, young master, I have suddenly awakened. I feel that the past is too painful to recall, and I have made mistake after mistake, like sinking deeper and deeper into mud. If it weren't for your enlightenment today, young master, I don't know how long I would have continued to make mistakes. I am truly grateful for your great kindness and virtue, but I must first thank you here, young master, and I will definitely find a way to repay you in the future!"

He was, after all, a great monk of his generation, a person of great wisdom. After great joy and sorrow, he finally achieved enlightenment. Wu Long initially had no intention of enlightening Kumārajīva, nor did he believe he had the ability to do so with just a few words. He was simply bored and wanted to chat with him to pass the time, occasionally mentioning his unique insights gleaned from years of reading martial arts novels. Wu Long was also surprised that he had enlightened Kumārajīva with just a few words. Looking into Kumārajīva's clear eyes, Wu Long knew that this monk had truly laid down his weapons and achieved enlightenment.

Kumārajīva grew up under the tutelage of a Buddhist monk. Although his martial arts training inflated his desires and led him to break many Buddhist precepts, a casual remark by Wu Long stirred up a storm within him. A lifelong martial arts fanatic, he relentlessly practiced, later seeking out the ultimate techniques of his predecessors, believing that mastering more and deeper martial arts would make him even more powerful. But today, a young man who defeated him simply said, "Only what truly belongs to you is the best."

This made him think of his self-created "Flame Blade." In the battle at Tianlong Temple, the power of the "Flame Blade" was no less than that of the "Six Meridian Divine Sword." So why was he still searching for the "Six Meridian Divine Sword," why was he still seeking all the martial arts in the world? Kumārajīva repeatedly asked himself these questions deep within his heart. Finally, the fog in his mind cleared, and he finally understood everything he had done. Perhaps this was what was meant by attaining enlightenment in a single day!

Wu Long carefully observed Kumārajīva. He noticed that Kumārajīva's forehead was ashen, and his eyes, once bright and piercing, now held a peaceful luster. Yet, he possessed a serene demeanor, his bearing more composed than ever before. His body, weakened by injury, floated listlessly, yet subtly exuded a Buddhist-like tranquility.

Wu Long hadn't expected his words to provoke such deep reflection in Kumārajīva. It was truly an unintended consequence, but since it had triggered such reflection, he was pleased. Therefore, while Kumārajīva stood there in deep contemplation and repentance, Wu Long stood quietly to the side, not disturbing him. Seeing Kumārajīva's realization and gratitude, he quickly cupped his hands and said,

"Master, you flatter me. I do not possess such ability. It was merely a few unintentional words. It is my honor that they could help you!"

Kumārajīva then clasped his hands together and said, "Young master, there is no need for such modesty. Whether intentional or unintentional, your words have enlightened me, and I am deeply grateful. However, I am ashamed to express my gratitude in vain. May I ask what your wish is? Please tell me, and I will do my best to help you!"

"Master, you are truly too kind. I dare not accept such a humble request!" Wu Long returned the bow and changed the subject, saying, "Now, Master, you do not need to cremate Young Master Duan, do you?" Kumārajīva nodded and

said,

"Of course, but we must still go and pay our respects to Elder Murong to repay his kindness in recognizing our talent."

Wu Long smiled and said:

“That’s perfect. Although I’m not here to sweep the tombs, I’m going to Canhe Village with you. I’ll have to trouble you two ladies.”

Wu Long chuckled inwardly. “Sweeping tombs for the living, hehe, I wonder what Murong Bo will think when he finds out. As for me, of course I’m not here to sweep the tombs, but to steal and dig them up. Don’t blame me.” Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, as if he vaguely grasped something, yet it was extremely unclear.

A’Zhu and A’Bi naturally nodded and said,

“In that case, let’s go prepare food for the three guests.”

Duan Yu also breathed a sigh of relief and said,

“Then thank you both, sisters.”

Wu Long chuckled inwardly. This guy always had such a sweet tongue, but both women were younger than him, and one of them was his sister. His way of addressing her was quite funny. A’Zhu and A’Bi took their leave and went to prepare food for the three of them.

About half an hour later, a servant came out and said,

“Miss A’Bi invites the three of you to have dinner at ‘Listening to the Rain Residence’.”

They walked along a winding path for dozens of feet, past several flower and tree groves, and arrived at the lakeside. There, they saw a small boat moored under a willow tree. The servant pointed to a small wooden house perched on the water in the middle of the lake, its windows on all four sides overlooking the open space, and said, "It's over there." The three of them took a short boat ride and arrived at the house.

Walking up the pine steps to the entrance of Tingyu Residence, they saw Abi standing there waiting for guests, dressed in a light green robe. Beside her stood a young woman in a light pink gauze dress, also about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a mischievous and spirited look—this was Azhu. Abi had an oval face, elegant and beautiful, while Azhu had a full face, bright eyes, and a captivating charm.

The group took their seats, and soon the servants brought out fruits and snacks. Four vegetarian dishes were prepared for Kumārajīva, followed by a series of hot dishes: water chestnut and shrimp, lotus leaf and winter bamboo shoot soup, cherry ham, Longjing tea-infused chicken, and so on—each dish was exquisite. Duan Yu quickly became acquainted with Azhu and Abi at the table, chatting and laughing, prompting Wu Long to secretly sigh, "Like father, like son."

Duan Yu said,

"Sister Abi, Sister Azhu just said you play the zither very well and would like to ask you to play a piece, so that your life will not be in vain. "

Abi gracefully stood up and said,

"As long as you are not afraid of sounding bad, I will gladly make a fool of myself to entertain you. Of course, it is far inferior to Young Master Wu Long." As she spoke, she glanced at Wu Long, walked behind the screen, and took out a zither. Abi sat down properly, placed the zither on the table, and beckoned to Wu Long, saying,

"Young Master, please come and take a look. Do you recognize this zither?"

Wu Long nodded and stepped forward. Just then, behind him, Kumārajīva revealed a ferocious expression and pointed a finger at Wu Long's vital point on the back! This finger was as fast as the wind but silent. Wu Long never expected that Kumārajīva, who had already repented, would make a killing move. Only Duan Yu could see it and immediately shouted,

"Brother Wu, be careful!" "

Wu Long, having experienced countless battles in the future, had developed a beast-like instinct, instinctively sensing danger. He whirled around, only managing to block with his right hand. Wu Long's bones and muscles were now incredibly strong, able to withstand any blow from an iron rod or hammer, and no blunt weapon could injure him. Even ordinary masters wielding such sharp blades couldn't harm him. However, Kumārajīva's finger strikes were explosive, his claws piercing through metal and iron, and even the strongest flesh couldn't withstand them.

Generally speaking, external martial arts practitioners have great stamina and strong bones, but they lack the penetrating power of internal energy. When they strike someone, they rely on shock and impact, not penetration. After cultivating the Heavenly Gang, Wu Long's bones and muscles were incredibly strong. Any blunt weapon strike could leave him completely unharmed. His internal organs were strong, his bones were solidified, and no shock could harm him. Moreover, his blood and qi were as solid as lead; even if someone fell straight down from a ten-story building, they wouldn't necessarily be injured."

However, the internal force, though seemingly weak, could pierce his skin and cause him harm, just as an iron hammer cannot break cowhide, but a needle can easily pierce it. Hard and soft forces, one a sweeping force, the other a penetrating force, are like the difference between a blunt weapon and a sharp one. Of course, it was also because Kumārajīva's internal force was truly formidable, and he was using the Shaolin's ultimate technique, the Formless Finger Intercepting Technique, whose power could penetrate several millimeters of iron! Wu Long felt an immense, piercing force instantly bypass the seal on his palm, as if opening a large hole in it, then attacking his heart along the meridians in his hand. His own internal force reacted rapidly; the opponent's finger force, like a constantly spiraling drill, instantly pierced through his burning internal force and continued its advance.

Kumārajīva's face was contorted with rage. Having succeeded with his finger strike, he simultaneously conjured a blade with his other hand, unleashing an incredibly sharp and powerful blade of energy that struck Wu Long in the chest. Wu Long's clothes ripped open, revealing a gruesome wound that spurted blood. At the same time, Kumārajīva silently kicked Wu Long in the dantian—the Shaolin Shadowless Kick! Wu Long's body was sent flying backward by the immense force. A'Zhu and A'Bi screamed as Wu Long's body slammed onto the zither stand, tumbling to the ground.

Three consecutive attacks, each a vital point, each an incredibly powerful technique, all striking at such close range—anyone, even a top-tier master, would likely die on the spot! Kumārajīva, shaken by the powerful recoil from Wu Long, felt his blood and qi surge, his face flushed crimson, a terrifying sight against his ferocious expression. His eyes were bloodshot, a far cry from the image of a high monk. He roared,

"Die, you brat!"

Just as he was about to advance again, a sudden, sharp ripple in the air, like wrinkles, sent a razor-sharp sword qi hurtling towards Kumārajīva. It was Duan Yu, in his desperation, unleashing the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Kumārajīva dared not resist this invincible, invisible sword qi, and could only dodge. A'Zhu and A'Bi reacted instantly, their bodies moving swiftly. Wu Long, barely managing to muster his fighting spirit, felt his feet sink into a soft, yielding ground, the sound of splashing water filling his ears. The event was sudden; by the time he realized what had happened, he found himself on a boat.

"Roar!" Kumārajīva roared, leaping from the water onto the solid ground beside the Listening Rain Residence. He smashed a wooden pillar supporting the hut with a single blow, grabbing the broken half and hurling it towards the small boat. The wooden pillar was imbued with immense internal energy, its momentum extremely fierce. Upon seeing this, Wu Long panicked and immediately took out a copper coin, flicking it towards the ground. Instantly, a thunderous roar resounded as the coin shot towards the incoming wooden pillar like a bullet. It was his Finger Flicking Divine Skill! With a deafening boom, the wooden pillar, unable to withstand the force of the collision between Kumārajīva's internal energy and the Finger Flicking Divine Skill, shattered into pieces. By the time Kumārajīva tried to retrieve something to throw again, the small boat was already far away.

Kumārajīva roared wildly, wielding his Flaming Blade and hacking madly at the hut, shattering its planks with a crack. Then another thunderous roar was heard, and a copper coin, traveling at a terrifying speed of a thousand meters per second, trailing a white flame that broke the sound barrier, shot towards him. Kumārajīva had no time to dodge and could only slash out again. The air surge generated by the sword energy collided with the flame of the copper coin. With a loud bang, the sword energy was cleaved in two and then struck Kumārajīva's shoulder. The terrifying force sent his body flying, crashing into a tree and collapsing with a loud thud.

Wu Long fired two coins in quick succession, severely injuring Kumārajīva and avenging his sneak attack. However, his internal injuries finally erupted, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His strength seemed to have been completely drained, and he collapsed limply. Abi quickly embraced him, asking,

"Young Master Wu Long, are you alright?"

Wu Long coughed up blood again, saying,

"My injuries are extremely severe. If it were anyone else, they would probably be dead beyond death. I need a quiet place where no one will disturb me to properly heal for several months."

Seeing Wu Long's condition, Abi felt a pang of pain in her heart, almost bursting into tears. She said,

"That Tibetan monk is utterly shameless and vicious! To attack someone like that, and he calls himself the 'National Preceptor of Tibet'—it's utterly despicable."

Wu Long smiled weakly, saying,

"It was also because I was too arrogant, thinking I could persuade him with a few words, that I ended up like this. Fortunately, I severely injured him in the end, so he won't be able to fight for several months. That way, Duan Yu is safe too."

Hearing Wu Long's words after his severe injuries… He was also concerned about others, and both women impressed him greatly, increasing his goodwill towards them. After discussing for a while, Abi said,

"Young master, in a little while, we'll go to Mandala Manor. There are miraculous healing medicines there, and we know of a secluded place where you can recover without being disturbed. However, the mistress there, Madam Wang, is really fierce. I've heard she hates strange men, so don't wander around there. You're seriously injured and it will be difficult for you to protect yourself."

Wu Long nodded and said,

"Thank you, ladies."

The small boat turned past a row of weeping willows, and in the distance, a cluster of verdant trees came into view. Wu Long's heart stirred, thinking: This must be the camellia tree. Unfortunately, the flowering season has passed; it's already early summer, and there's no way he'll see the blooming camellias. With Abi's help, Wu Long went ashore. Azhu moored the boat to the shore and smiled,

"Young Master Wulong, we'll be right back."

Taking Abi's hand, she was about to leap ashore when she heard light footsteps in the flower grove. A

young woman in green emerged, carrying a bunch of flowers. Seeing Azhu and Abi, she hurried closer, her face beaming with joy, and said,

"Azhu, Abi, how dare you sneak out here again! Madam said, 'Two little maids, have a cross slashed across your faces, ruining your beautiful appearances.'"

Azhu smiled, "Sister Youcao, isn't Auntie home?" The young woman, Youcao, glanced at Wulong, then turned to Azhu and Abi and smiled, "Madam also said, 'Two little hussies brought a strange man to Mantuo Manor! Cut off his legs!'" Before she finished speaking, she smiled, her lips pursed.

Abi patted her chest and said,

"Sister Youcao, don't scare me! Is it true or false?"

Azhu laughed, "Abi, don't be scared. If Auntie were home, would this girl dare to be so cheeky? Sister Youcao, where is Auntie?" Youcao laughed, "Pah! How old are you? You dare call yourself my sister? You little rascal, you actually guessed that Madam wasn't home." She

sighed softly and said,

"Sisters Azhu and Abi, it's so kind of you to come here. I really wanted to keep you here for a day or two. But..."

She shook her head. Abi said,

"I also want to keep you

company . Sister Youcao, when will you come to our village? I'll stay with you for three days and three nights without getting tired, okay?" The two girls said as they jumped ashore. Abi whispered a few words in Youcao's ear. Youcao chuckled and glanced at Wulong. Abi's face immediately turned bright red. Youcao, holding Azhu's hand in one hand and Abi's in the other, smiled and said,

"Let's go inside."

Abi turned her head and said,

"Young Master Wulong, please wait here for a while, we'll be right back."

Wulong said,

"Okay!" He watched the three maids walk hand in hand into the flower grove.

Wulong hid among the flowers and practiced breathing exercises for a while. His Northern Darkness True Qi was circulating extremely slowly, indicating that he was seriously injured. In particular, a swollen and painful feeling came from his right hand, which was very uncomfortable. It was like an ordinary person punching with their right hand for ten consecutive days. The pain was so intense that his hand almost didn't belong to him. He sighed. His current martial arts skills were so good that he could hardly find an opponent in the martial arts world, but he had suffered such a serious injury due to carelessness. He was still the underground boxing king known as the Demon King. Tyrannosaurus?

Just as he was thinking, footsteps sounded. Wulong looked closely and saw that it was the pretty maid Abi. She called out,

"Young Master Wulong?"

Wu Long agreed, and Abi quickly went in. He led her to a secluded spot deep within the flower grove. There, she saw no other flowers besides camellias, not even the most common morning glories, roses, or wild roses. The camellias planted there were all rather ordinary, their only advantage being that there were "many" of them. After walking several dozen feet, he saw that the variety of camellias gradually increased, with one or two that looked quite good, but they were all not cultivated properly. Abi took out a porcelain bottle and said,

"Young master, this is a supreme healing medicine. Take it quickly."

Seeing her expression, Wu Long understood that it was probably stolen from Madam Wang's alchemy room. If Madam Wang found out, she would surely punish her. Touched, he recalled that the Ming Cult's holy maiden had also given him healing medicine a month ago, a situation somewhat similar to this one. Thinking this, Wu Long opened the bottle. Inside were some powdery medicines, exuding a wonderful fragrance. Wu Long swallowed it in one gulp, and immediately his body felt cool; his injuries had quickly subsided considerably. Suddenly, Wu Long's expression turned strange, and he said:

"What's the name of this medicine?" He recalled that the Ming

Cult
's Holy Maiden had given him healing medicine a month ago, and the situation was somewhat similar. Thinking this, Wu Long opened the bottle. Inside were some powdery medicines, exuding a pleasant fragrance. Wu Long swallowed one gulp, and immediately felt a cooling sensation throughout his body. His injuries quickly subsided. Suddenly, Wu Long looked at him strangely and asked,

"What's the name of this medicine?"

Seeing his strange expression, Abi was startled and asked:

"This is Snow Jade Powder. Snow Jade Powder is a very precious medicine for treating internal injuries. I shouldn't have taken the wrong one, right?"

Wu Long's expression grew increasingly strange. His pale face turned red, and his breathing became rapid. He said dryly, "Abi, you didn't take the wrong one. It's precisely because you took the right one that there's a problem. I don't know about other medicines, but I know Snow Jade Powder very well. As for Snow Jade Powder, it is indeed a good medicine for treating internal injuries, but it's only for women. If a man takes even a little bit, it will have a different effect—it's the most potent aphrodisiac! Few people in the martial arts world know about this property of Snow Jade Powder, and there is no antidote."

Abi was taken aback. Although she was from the Mu Qingrong family, she didn't know martial arts, let alone medicine. Seeing Wu Long's already red face and the burning desire in his eyes, she instinctively took a step back, but immediately stepped forward and said with concern:

"What should we do? I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would be like this, I really didn't know."

Wu Long felt the lingering yin energy within him ignite a raging fire within him. He might not be familiar with other drugs, but he knew about Snow Jade Powder from the aphrodisiac section of the Yin-Yang Harmony Manual. Its effects were extremely potent. Wu Long suppressed his lust and said,

"Abi, you have to leave quickly, or I won't be able to control myself!"

"But..."

"Leave quickly!"

Wu Long roared, his appearance contorted with rage. Although he was lustful, he would never resort to force against a beautiful virgin. Abi was startled by Wu Long's roar. Seeing his pained expression and his almost piercing member, her pretty face flushed red. After a long silence, she gritted her teeth and said:

"I won't leave. Let me make amends for the mistakes I made."

Wu Long's patience had reached its limit. He hugged her tightly, feeling the coolness of her body soothe him and calm him down. Instead of tearing her clothes like a beast, Wu Long gently breathed into Abi's ear and said, "Since you're not leaving, then stay. Don't worry, I'll always be good to you."

Wu Long was panting heavily at this point, and a surge of desire overwhelmed him. He bit Abi's earlobe. A girl's earlobe is almost the most sensitive part of her upper body, especially for a girl like Abi who is inexperienced. The earlobe is full of nerves, and with Wu Long's gentle bite, her whole body trembled, and she gasped for breath. Unable to control herself, she grabbed Wu Long's head with both hands and pressed it forcefully against her chest.

With Abi holding his head down, Wu Long had no choice but to open his mouth, releasing her earlobe. He thrust against her chest, suddenly feeling a small protrusion. He opened his mouth and took the small protrusion into his mouth, enveloping it.

Abi was already lost in desire, her head tilted back, her chest protruding forward. She forcefully shoved her slippery breasts into Wu Long's mouth. Young Master Wu Long was no gentleman; seeing this, if he didn't act, he would be defying all conventions.

Although Abi was young, her breasts were far beyond that of ordinary people. Wu Long thrust inside her for a while, almost suffocating. Dizzy and disoriented, he pulled out and kissed Abi, saying, "Abi, I saw a secluded place, shall we go there?"

Abi was no longer capable of thinking and could only submit to Wu Long's actions. Wu Long led her to a place full of flowers, a place covered with bright yellow wildflowers, like a beautiful flower bed.

He placed Abi on the flowerbed. She lay on the ground, eyes closed, looking like a sleeping beauty to Wu Long. However, disturbing a beauty's slumber was always Wu Long's favorite thing to do. With a wicked smile, he pounced.

To be honest, Wu Long's feelings for Abi now consisted only of pure lust and a shallow fondness; there was no real affection to speak of! But with such a beauty before him, how could Wu Long let her go? He rolled around in the flowerbed with Abi for a while, until her clothes were completely stripped off, revealing her tender, white skin like a lamb's.

Wu Long had seen many women, but he had never seen anyone like Abi with skin as white as snow, her breasts two mounds of flesh far beyond her years, her smooth abdomen faintly shimmering, and between her tightly closed legs, the most alluring patch of pubic hair. With such a beautiful body before him, wouldn't it be a waste not to kiss her entire body and savor her sweet fragrance?

At this moment, Abi, her face flushed and radiant, raised her almond-shaped eyes, which shone with a captivating, shimmering light. Her small, delicate nose twitched slightly, and her full, crimson lips, like ripe lychees, tempted one to take a bite. Her slightly parted mouth revealed two rows of pearly white teeth, resembling jade shells on the beach. Two round dimples, like small pools of water, rippled with alluring charm. A faint fragrance of perfume wafted from her entire body, radiating boundless youthful vitality. Her figure was full, lustrous, and supple.

Her slender, snow-white waist was exposed, her long, shapely legs as smooth as silk, their soft, beautiful lines extending to her bare feet. Her white abdomen was flat, and her bulging, crystalline chest muscles were bare, with red nipples adorning her breasts, making her look incredibly beautiful. Her flawless skin and ethereal, beautiful body were breathtaking.

Starting with a kiss on Abi's forehead, the kiss traveled down her full, red lips, like a ripe peach, to her long, elegant neck, like a swan's, until he reached her breasts. Wu Long, still intimidated by her breasts, dared not penetrate further to savor the suffocating sensation. He merely sucked on her nipples for a moment before moving downwards. A shallow, round navel appeared before him, his tongue gently swirling inside. Abi couldn't resist any longer, clinging tightly to Wu Long's head. Wu Long, unwilling to let the beauty suffer even a little, immediately kissed downwards.

Her silky smooth, flat abdomen was flawless. Perhaps having seen too many wrinkled bellies of mature women in his past life, Wu Long had a particular fondness for smooth, flat bellies. He pressed his face against it; her abdomen was cool, which slightly reduced his desire, and then he moved on to something even lower…! Abi felt a sudden tightness throughout her body, as if she were being firmly held captive. Wu Long's large hands gripped her breasts tightly, and her small, pink nipples quickly swelled and hardened under the stimulation of his fingers, like two ripe red cherries.

Wu Long's hands continued to rub against Abi's high, firm breasts, while he also kneaded the small pink pearls at the entrance of her secret cave. Before long, honey-like fluid slowly flowed from Abi's secret cave once again.

He kissed her snow-white face, her snow-white neck, her snow-white shoulders. He sucked on the two tender, rosy nipples on her snow-white mounds, his hands kneading every inch of Abi's body. The whiteness and softness of her beautiful body drove him into a frenzy of lust. A wave of tingling, fulfilling pleasure made Abi involuntarily moan, her whole body going limp again.

Wu Long once more took her earlobe, like a fragrant fan or jade pendant, into his mouth, gently nibbling at it. Wu Long then extended his tongue to her soft earlobe, gently stroking Abi's back like soothing a baby. When he secretly observed Abi's expression, she slightly furrowed her brows, tilted her head back, revealing her white throat. Wu Long's tongue moved from her earlobe to her neck, then slowly licked her face, while carefully placing his hand on her alluring, round breasts. Abi's body twitched slightly, but she remained still. Her round breasts were already in his palm, her chest rising and falling.

His fingers tightly pinched Abi's jade-like breasts, slowly and deliberately playing with them. Under Wu Long's experienced teasing and caressing, a tingling, numb, and itchy sensation quietly crept into Abi's heart. Under Wu Long's teasing, a blush rose again on Abi's pink face, her breathing gradually became heavy, her throat felt itchy, and a desire to moan surged up in her heart, but she felt too ashamed and forcibly suppressed it. Seeing Abi's restrained appearance, Wu Long felt another surge of sexual impulse. His mouth continued to move downwards, until it reached between her open, white, tender legs.

The pink jade gate was tightly closed, hiding in the soft bushes, but this could not stop Wu Long's determination. Below the smooth and soft abdomen, the snow-white body outlined a beautiful arc, forming a wonderfully rounded mons pubis; among the soft downy hair, the graceful curves suddenly dropped here, forming a pink and tender delta together with a pair of slender, beautiful, and smooth thighs; a tightly closed, delicate pink slit was shyly hidden deep within this bright spring delta.

Girls in the Northern Song Dynasty were nowhere near as open as girls today. When Abi saw Wulong about to kiss her virginity, she cried out, "Young master, no!..."

Abi felt an unbearable itch in her lower body. At first, she could grit her teeth and endure it, but later it felt as if her limbs and bones were trembling from the inside out. Finally, she let out

a loud moan: "Ah! Ah! No...!" Wulong's spear reached the entrance of her jade gate, rubbing incessantly against Abi's crystal pink bud. The intense, unbearable tingling sensation made Abi tremble all over. However, from the depths of her secret cave, an unbearable emptiness came, causing Abi to panic. Under Wulong's stimulation, despite her mental efforts to resist, her delicate body was completely out of control, instinctively swaying with Wulong's teasing. Wulong pressed down on Abi, kissing her lips, and gently asked,

"Are you ready?"

Abi felt something hot and hard pressing tightly against her soft lower abdomen. The intense stimulation sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, a delicate blush spreading across her beautiful cheeks.

Her soft body was being pinched and kneaded by Wu Long's fingers… What surprised her most, and what made her body and mind tingle unbearably, was the wave of blissful, sweet, and shamefully intoxicating pleasure that spread from Wu Long's fingers throughout her body and deep into her heart and mind. Under this intense stimulation, Abi's mind went blank. The young girl experienced a tingling, intoxicating pleasure that was so intense it almost made her breathless and dizzy. Her soft, boneless, naked, beautiful body trembled slightly beneath Wu Long, a wonderful, almost spasmodic tremor.

Her jade-like arms trembled slightly, as if bitten by insects, her ten slender, delicate fingers gripping the bed tightly in spasms. The tiny blue veins on the back of her soft, white hands, like carved jade, were faintly visible due to the inexplicable force of her fingers. Abi's face flushed, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her lips parted slightly, and her eyes closed gently, displaying an alluring expression that was difficult to decipher—whether pain or pleasure. Her face was rosy, her breath quickened, and her cloud-like hair was damp with fragrant sweat. Abi could no longer hear, only nodding blankly. With a soft, painful sob, the two finally united.

Half an hour later, the passion subsided. Wu Long caressed Abi's bare shoulders and back, finding them smooth and tender to the touch, unable to tear himself away. Abi's breathing had not yet calmed, and the captivating blush on her face had not faded. Her body remained soft and warm, and fine beads of fragrant sweat clung to her delicate skin.

Wu Long leaned against her chest, clearly hearing her rapid heartbeat, and, still not satisfied, began to touch her again. One hand caressed her breasts, while the other squeezed between her legs. Abi gently pushed Wu Long away.

Two streams of clear tears hung on Abi's face, seemingly a mixture of pain, joy, and regret for her lost virginity.

Abi was panting softly, covered in fragrant sweat, her beautiful face flushed red, and her snow-white, soft body trembled and went limp. Wu Long's enormous member gradually softened and shrank, and soon, it was "squeezed" out by Abi's pink, delicate, and adorable "Peach Blossom Spring" with a rhythmic movement.

Wu Long rolled off Qiao Abi's soft, white body, half-lying beside her naked, snow-white form. Blood was still flowing from her vulva, a shocking, dazzling crimson—the most precious and sacred blood of a woman's virginity. It dripped onto her clothes like a pure, elegant red plum blossom in a snowy landscape, blooming proudly, beautiful and glistening.

Gradually waking, Abi finally understood what had happened. She was filled with shame and embarrassment, her beautiful face flushed a fiery red, unable to contain herself. She also noticed him staring intently at her naked lower body. Qiao Abi blushed even more, her starry eyes closed tightly, her beautiful, slender, snow-white legs pressed together shyly.

The air was filled with the exquisite fragrance of her hair and body, like orchids and musk, and a surge of tenderness welled up within her, her heart overflowing with boundless tenderness and love for the beautiful woman in her arms! He murmured to himself,

"Abi! Abi..."

His lips sought Abi's fragrant lips, and just as he was about to kiss her passionately, he was horrified to find that the beauty's eyes were brimming with tears, which slowly dripped down her crystal-clear cheeks.

Wu Long gently lifted the beautiful woman into his arms and placed her on his lap. Abi's soft, jade-like body trembled slightly with shyness due to this ambiguous position, and a beautiful pink hue slowly rose to her cheeks. Wu Long's hands began to roam freely over the beauty's body. His thieving eyes were not idle either, taking the opportunity to feast their eyes on the infinite beauty of her body: her full breasts were too large to be grasped in one hand, and the rosy nipples on them were like small beans, shimmering and trembling.

Her lower abdomen was flat and narrow, her navel was round and shallow, and her slender waist was so delicate that it could not be grasped with one hand, as if carved by a knife.

And her long, smooth jade legs were exposed in the sunlight, faintly shimmering. Because she was straddling Wu Long, her jade-like legs, unable to close, could no longer fulfill their duty of guarding the sacred and mysterious path, allowing Xu Wu Long to take in the beautiful scenery of Peach Garden Jade Stream. A shocking stain of blood remained on her delicate and lovely pink slit; it was clear that it was the virgin's blood from the recent storm. Wu Long felt a surge of pity, and his previously raging lust subsided considerably. He knew that the beauty, having just received his favor, was already overwhelmed with tenderness.

"Abi, marry me."

Abi said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz,

"I've given you everything. Who else could I choose but you? I only hope you won't look down on my lowly status. I don't crave the status of a wife; I only ask that you allow me to follow you as a concubine."

Wu Long laughed,

"What concubine? I only have wives. All my women are my wives, regardless of their status."

Abi was moved. Women in ancient times were often easily satisfied. The two lingered for a moment, then changed into their blouses. Abi, newly favored, was still unsteady on her feet, so Wu Long helped her. They walked out of the flower garden. Wu Long looked around, then embraced Abi and whispered in her ear, "Abi, is that Lady Wang really that fierce?"

Abi was startled and said, "I... I don't know. I just heard she hates strange men the most. So, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

Wu Long kissed her deeply, a long, passionate kiss that left her momentarily lost in a daze. He released her, patting his chest, and said, "No matter how fierce that woman is, do you think your husband, this monk, is a pushover?"

Abi retorted, clearly still upset. Wu Long laughed heartily, and the two continued their tender embrace, their love seemingly about to ignite into a blazing inferno. Just then, a sharp, delicate cry of surprise rang out: "Ah, what are you doing?" interrupting their intimacy.

Wu Long turned to see an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her eyes were clear and bright, sparkling with life. Her small mouth was half-open, but covered by a slender hand, obscuring her view, revealing only a glimpse of her soft, full red lips. Her nose was delicate and refined, her cheeks beautifully contoured, her skin flawless and rosy, a faint blush spreading across her face. A hint of shyness in her eyes made her even more endearing. Her long hair cascaded down her back, gently held back by a silver ribbon. Her figure was slender and graceful, and her lotus-colored silk dress made her seem otherworldly; her temperament was like that of a celestial being descended to earth. (

Chapter 54 of the first part, "The Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, "

Chapter 55

: "Madam truly retains her charm.") Abi immediately reacted, ignoring her flushed face, and quickly gave a graceful curtsy, saying, "Greetings, Miss!"

Seeing Wu Long still in a daze, she coughed, and Wu Long's old face immediately turned red. He thought to himself,

"This Wang Yuyan is indeed Wang Yuyan. If I hadn't seen quite a few international stars, I would have been completely captivated by her. She's even more beautiful than Wan'er and that Holy Maiden. Hehe, I can't miss this opportunity." He smiled strangely, put on a serious expression, and before Wang Yuyan could answer Mu Wanqing's question, said to the woman,

"I am Wu Long. It is truly an honor to see your fairy-like face today!" "...

Under Wu Long's intense gaze, Wang Yuyan finally felt shy and lowered her head slightly to avoid his gaze. She softly asked, "Abi, is this your friend? How interesting!"

She was also puzzled; Abi had grown up with her since childhood and she had never seen her know any men, and the impolite man's expression seemed off.

Before Abi could answer, Wu Long secretly took over the conversation, replying, "Indeed!"

Although Wang Yuyan didn't want to engage with Wu Long, she still gave a slight curtsy and softly said, "This humble woman, Wang Yuyan, greets you, sir."

She emphasized the word "sir" to avoid suspicion, fearing what her mother might say if she found out. After all, Madam Wang had set a rule that strange men shouldn't come here.

Wu Long and Abi looked somewhat resentful, feeling deeply guilty, and could only say,

"Miss Wang, you are too polite."

Wang Yuyan didn't look at him, but pulled Abi closer and softly asked, "Abi, how is my cousin?" The concern in her words made Wu Long feel quite annoyed. At this moment, another beautiful figure gracefully approached. It was A'Zhu. She was also surprised to see Wang Yuyan, and then bowed to her, saying,

"Miss Wang."

Wang Yuyan said,

"A'Zhu, I've recently heard that many people in the martial arts world have died from their own ultimate moves, even Ma Dayuan of the Beggar Clan and Master Xuanci of Shaolin. The only one in the martial arts world who possesses this ultimate move is the Murong family's 'Star Shifting Divine Skill.' So I heard that many martial arts figures have misled the Murong family. They've all gathered at Taihu Lake, clearly intending to harm the Murong family. I'm worried about my cousin. I wanted to go to Sanhe Manor, but my mother wouldn't allow it and wouldn't let me get involved. I was very worried. I didn't expect you to come. Is my cousin alright?" Wu

Long recalled that when he arrived, there were indeed many martial arts practitioners by Taihu Lake. So that's why they came. Although he and Wang Yuyan were now strangers, hearing her concern for Murong Fu still made Wu Long feel very uncomfortable. A'Zhu comforted him,

"Don't worry, Miss, my young master is fine."

Wang Yuyan said,

"I know, my cousin is highly skilled in martial arts, known in the martial arts world as 'Southern Murong.' He's not afraid of them, but this matter is ultimately a misunderstanding. If a fight breaks out and they are injured, the misunderstanding will only deepen."

Wu Long snorted,

"Southern Murong? I've only heard of Northern Qiao Feng. How can you be so sure it wasn't the Murong family who did it?" Wu

Long's cold words greatly displeased Wang Yuyan. She was generally indifferent to worldly affairs, but when it came to her cousin, she cared deeply. Wu Long's disdainful tone towards Nan Murong angered her, and she retorted,

"My cousin would never kill indiscriminately! It was absolutely not him! Chief Qiao's martial arts are highly skilled and renowned, but my cousin is no less capable than him."

Wu Long sneered inwardly. Seeing the two arguing, Abi was about to intervene when she suddenly heard a cold snort. Her heart skipped a beat, and she dared not speak.

She heard a slightly angry, mature woman's voice say, "Yan'er, how dare you meet strangers here?" Upon hearing this, Wu

Long looked up and saw a woman dressed in a pale yellow silk dress, adorned with shimmering silver ornaments. Her hair was styled in a high bun, with a string of pearls hanging from a silver hairpin, gleaming brightly in the sunlight—truly beautiful. Her eyebrows and eyes resembled Wang Yuyan's, yet revealed a hint of allure, with a touch of world-weariness. Although her makeup was heavy, it only enhanced her charm. Her figure was voluptuous, her curves beyond mere dainty; they were breathtakingly alluring. As she moved, her breasts surged, making her incredibly seductive and arousing countless fantasies. Although Wu Long had seen many captivating beauties, he still couldn't resist... His lust grew increasingly intense. He thought that if he were bolder, he could easily seduce her without having to worry about the powerful figures behind her, unlike in the 21st century. Besides, he was now a man of some means; if he were to have an older woman, probably no one, except his own women, would dare say anything. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he became.

A maidservant followed beside Madam Wang, her expression respectful, clearly terrified of her. Seeing the paleness drain from Azhu and Abi's faces, Wu Long's heart stirred. He quickly stepped forward, standing beside Wang Yuyan, and bowed respectfully to Madam Wang, saying loudly,

"I am Wu Long, paying my respects to Madam Wang. Please forgive my rudeness!"

A flicker of panic crossed Wang Yuyan's face as she quickly retreated to Madam Wang's side, bowing her head and saying, "Mother!"

Madam Wang snorted and ordered the maidservant beside her, "Xiao Ming, take Miss back to her room!" The maidservant quickly responded and led Wang Yuyan back. Wang Yuyan glanced back at Azhu, hesitant to speak. Azhu understood, but was helpless.

Seeing her daughter leave, Madam Wang's face turned cold. Without even glancing at Wu Long, she walked directly to Azhu and Abi, saying, "Azhu, Abi, you two little hussies, have you forgotten what I said? Daring to bring strangers to Mantuo Manor without my permission. Hmph, do you think you can disregard me just because of that brat Murong Fu?"

The two trembled, about to kneel, but Wu Long grabbed them, saying with a half-smile,

"What's wrong with you? Madam Wang is so beautiful, why are you so afraid of her? She's not a man-eating tiger."

Hearing Wu Long's teasing, Madam Wang flew into a rage, shouting, "

You two little maids, and you, surnamed Wu! Today I'll use you as fertilizer! I want to see where you came from, you scoundrels! How dare you cause trouble on my estate!" While

others feared Madam Wang, Wu Long paid her no heed. Hearing this, Wu Long smiled slightly, snapped open his folding fan, and deliberately said in a roguish manner, "I've heard the scenery on Taihu Lake is delightful. I just like to wander around; it's none of Madam Wang's business."

Madam Wang was furious. At this moment, nine pairs of maids in green, each wielding a long sword, rushed out from beside her and surrounded the four of them. Seeing eighteen gleaming swords surrounding the three of them, Wu Long suddenly lunged forward, seemingly casually taking two steps, but skillfully breaking through the encirclement of the nine pairs of maids.

Wang Yuyan, who was watching from a distance, saw Wu Long's graceful and swift movements and felt that they were very familiar, but she just couldn't remember them. She muttered, "What kind of footwork is this?"

Wu Long casually unleashed a wave of air, deflecting the four attacking maids. He secretly used his Crane Control Technique, combined with a sticky force, to draw their swords, spinning them around in circles. Clearly, the four maids had never seen such a sophisticated technique before. Startled, they immediately lost their footing, unsure where to put their feet. They tried to draw their swords with increased force, but for some reason, they applied force to empty air, even causing their swords to veer to the side, ultimately thrusting towards another maid.

Both sides were terrified, screaming loudly in panic. Wu Long chuckled, his feet moving in circles, moving outwards. The four maids, involuntarily drawn along, were already staggering, dizzy, and disoriented.

Seeing this situation, Wang Yuyan exclaimed in surprise, muttering to herself, "Which sect's martial arts is this? Why isn't it recorded in the Water Pavilion? It seems far more refined than other martial arts, even more wondrous than my cousin's 'Star Shift'!"

Wu Long's heart skipped a beat. He immediately deflected the four maids' swords, blocking the sudden attack from the three maids on his right. His Lingbo Weibu technique was incredibly skillful; he turned his left foot to the right, then stepped diagonally to the right with his right, his body floating in mid-air before landing, avoiding the attack from the left. Then, completely ignoring the pursuit behind him, he flashed forward towards Madam Wang.

Madam Wang hadn't expected Wu Long to do this. Seeing the sudden reversal of the situation, she was shocked and tried to fly backward. Wu Long arrived first, using a simple jab to break through Wang Furen's Star Shift Palm technique. He then used a follow-up punch to create a shockwave, sealing off her escape route. With his right hand, he reached for her slightly full waist.

Wang Furen, seeing that her six consecutive palm strikes had been so easily countered, and that all her feints and attempts to lure her had failed, was astonished by his extraordinary insight, knowing the weakness of the Star Shift Palm. She immediately tried to escape to the side, but a sudden burst of energy from her left blocked her retreat. Left with no other choice, she spun around, crashing into Wu Long, secretly preparing a palm strike to injure him.

Seeing her lunge at him, Wu Long knew she was planning a sneak attack, but he wasn't afraid. He caught her soft waist, feeling the full, alluring movement, and braced himself against the blow. Madam Wang felt as if her palm strike had hit a stone; she didn't hear the expected "bang" and didn't see Wu Long spitting blood and flying away in a gruesome manner. Instead, she felt a surge of qi and blood turmoil. Puzzled, she looked up and saw Wu Long lazily watching her, seemingly enjoying himself immensely. Wu Long then struck her chest three times, sealing her acupoints. Madam Wang immediately slumped into his arms.

Wu Long savored the feeling of fullness and smoothness through her clothes, and muttered to Madam Wang, "Madam truly retains her charm!"

Looking at the surrounding maids, he shouted,

"If you don't want your madam to die, throw your swords to the ground!"

The maids hesitated, but Wu Long suddenly grabbed Madam Wang's neck. Madam Wang's face immediately turned red, and she coughed incessantly. Wu Long coldly snorted,

"What, you won't listen? Fine, I'll kill your madam!"

"No!" the maids shouted in unison, their swords clattering to the ground. The bright reflection almost blinded them.

"Mother!" Wang Yuyan, no longer caring, rushed towards Wu Long, shouting, "Let go of my mother!"

Wu Long cackled,

"If Miss Wang agrees to one condition, I will release Madam Wang!"

Wang Yuyan's pretty face was filled with tears, her pitiful appearance greatly arousing Wu Long's pity. She whispered,

"Just let my mother go! I... I promise you!"

Wu Long was secretly pleased and was about to state his conditions when Madam Wang suddenly cursed, "You thieving monk, if you want to come, come at me! What kind of person are you to bully a weak woman!" Turning to Wang Yuyan, she also cursed,

"Yan'er, you've disappointed me greatly! This thieving monk is clearly trying to blackmail you. Why did you agree to his demands? No one in the Wang family is afraid of death!"

Wu Long laughed loudly,

"What death? Don't worry, I'm not a robber. I won't steal your money or your virtue. I'm just helping your daughter fulfill a wish."

He then looked at Wang Yuyan and said,

"Miss Wang, aren't you very worried about your cousin? Do you want to see him? I'll give you a chance this time. Come with me to Sanhe Village. If you agree, I'll release your mother."

Wang Yuyan looked at him in surprise. Not only her, but everyone looked at him in surprise. Wang Yuyan quickly said:

"Fine, I agree!"

Madam Wang was furious and was about to stop him when Wu Long silenced her with a blood-suppressing technique. At the same time, Wu Long subtly pinched her breast, secretly marveling at how large they were, much prettier and much bigger than the TV version. Madam Wang's face immediately turned red, both ashamed and angry. What puzzled her was that Wu Long's touch seemed to send a strange heat surging into her body, making her long-dormant desires seem to stir. Wu Long revealed a cunning smile. He planted his yang energy inside Madam Wang, sealing it within her body using a special technique. This yang energy was something he had discovered after fusing with the perverted sunflower true energy of the man in red. Combined with acupressure, it could slowly stimulate a person's desire, triggering once a day. The most terrifying aspect was that he used a technique that combined yin and yang, making it impossible for Madam Wang to have intercourse with any other man besides him. Not only that, self-pleasure was also useless. This was Wu Long's first experiment, and the subject of the experiment was none other than the unfortunate Madam Wang.

Wu Long said to Wang Yuyan and the other two, "

You should meet at the dock first."

The three glanced at him and then walked over. After a while, Wu Long whispered in Madam Wang's ear,

"Madam, I'm leaving now. If you need anything next time we meet, I'll be happy to help!"

He emphasized the word "need," then laughed and quickly disappeared using his Storm Movement Technique. Just

as Abi and the others reached the dock, they suddenly heard a gust of wind behind them. Turning around, they saw Wu Long appear before them in a few leaps. Wang Yuyan couldn't help but ask, "My mother...?"

Wu Long smiled mischievously and said, "Don't worry, your mother is unharmed."

Abi, fearing that the two might argue, interjected, "Miss Wang, let's get on the boat quickly."

Wang Yuyan, concerned for Murong Fu, didn't hesitate any longer and boarded the small boat with the three. Azhu said,

"It's so late. Why don't we stay at my Tingxiang Pavilion for the night and then set off to find the young master tomorrow?" The four nodded in agreement.

They boarded the small boat that Zhu and Bi had rowed and began paddling towards the lake. A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Wu Long rowed together until they could no longer see any trace of the flowers and trees of Mantuo Manor. Only then were they relieved. After rowing for a while, as dusk approached and the mist on the lake thickened, A'Zhu said,

"Miss, this place is closer to my quarters. How about you stay here for the night, and we'll discuss how to find the young master?"

Wang Yuyan replied, "Yes, that's right."

The further they went from Mantuo Manor, the more silent she became. Wu Long saw his clothes fluttering in the lake breeze. At dusk, there was a slight chill in the air, and he suddenly felt a pang of desolation. The joy he had felt when he first came out gradually faded. After rowing for a long time, everyone's vision became blurry. They could only see lights flickering on the eastern horizon. A'Bi said, "That place with the lights is Sister A'Zhu's Tingxiang Pavilion." The small boat rowed straight towards the lights when suddenly a bright light appeared –

a large shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail.

Wang Yuyan whispered something, but Wu Long didn't hear her clearly. In the darkness, only a soft sigh could be heard. Abi said gently,

"Don't worry, Miss. Young Master has always been fortunate in his life, never encountering any real danger."

Wang Yuyan said,

"Shaolin Temple has been famous for hundreds of years; it is no small matter. I hope the high monks there understand reason and are willing to listen to my cousin's explanation. I'm just afraid... I'm just afraid my cousin has a bad temper and will get into a verbal conflict with the Shaolin monks, alas..."

She paused, then softly said,

"Whenever a shooting star flies across the sky, my wish is never fulfilled."

It is a long-standing tradition in Jiangnan that if someone can make a wish before a shooting star disappears, no matter how difficult the matter, it will be granted. But shooting stars always vanish in an instant; the wisher hasn't uttered more than a few words before the shooting star is gone. For thousands of years, countless dreams and disappointments have been born from this. Although Wang Yuyan knew a great deal about martial arts, her sentiments were no different from those of an ordinary farm girl or a lakeside maiden.

After tracing the path for a long time, lights began to flicker in the east. Abi said,

"Over there, where the lights are, is Sister Azhu's Tingxiang Pavilion."

The small boat gradually drew closer, and Azhu suddenly said, "Abi, look, something's not right."

Abi said, "Hmm, why are there so many lights?"

The boat moved forward another mile or so, and Azhu said,

"Oh no, enemies have come to our house!"

Wang Yuyan was startled and said,

"What? Enemies? How do you know?"

Azhu said,

"This stench of alcohol must be from some unpleasant guest causing trouble."

Abi said,

"Sister Azhu, what should we do? Should we avoid them, or go and fight them?"

As they spoke, they all looked towards Wulong, who was leisurely leaning against the stern of the boat. Wang Yuyan already greatly admired Wulong's martial arts skills; as long as he was there, they should be safe, or at worst, they could all escape unscathed. However, Wulong seemed somewhat unpredictable, and they weren't very familiar with him, so it wasn't appropriate to ask for his help.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wulong said, "

Let's go and see."

Hearing Wulong's words, the group rowed the small boat towards the shore. Once ashore, led by A'Zhu, the group headed towards the main hall of the waterside pavilion.

(Chapter 55: Returning the Water Pavilion,

Chapter 56:

The Four) Seeing Wu Long's words, the four rowed the small boat towards the shore. Upon reaching the shore, A'Zhu, with her exceptionally keen sense of smell, exclaimed, "Oh no! Oh no! They spilled my jasmine dew, my rose dew, and oh dear, they even ruined my winter plum blossom dew..." She almost burst into tears as she spoke.

Wu Long was very surprised and asked,

"Your eyes are so sharp, did you see it?"

A'Zhu choked up and said,

"No. I can smell it. I put a lot of effort into making this flower dew, and these rude guests must have drunk it like wine!"

Wu Long said with pity,

"Don't worry, I'll make them vomit everything they ate later and give it back to you."

A'Zhu laughed and said,

"How disgusting! Who would make them vomit what they ate? Isn't that just their saliva? Hehe."

Wu Long smiled slightly and said,

"That's easy. Originally, I wanted them to pay me back, but now I think it's better to have them be slaves for a few days and make it all for you again."

Seeing that his martial arts skills were so high, even the young master was probably no match for him, yet he was so gentle to her, she felt a great sense of goodwill and whispered,

"Young master, you are so kind."

A'Bi stepped forward and whispered,

"Young master, is your injury alright?"

Wu Long smiled and said:

"Don't call me 'Young Master.' Call me 'Husband' or 'Husband,' haha. Don't worry, the elixir you gave me is effective, and our dual cultivation has greatly alleviated my injuries. Dealing with these second- or third-rate characters is nothing more than a chicken or a dog."

Abi was extremely embarrassed but dared not show any unusual behavior. Led by Azhu, the group walked towards the main hall of the waterside pavilion.

Azhu lifted the paper window and looked inside. She saw a dozen or so burly men drinking heartily on the east side, with cups and plates scattered all over the table. Looking further to the west, she saw more than twenty people dressed in white robes, their faces as white as wax, like zombies. Azhu couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!"

"Who!" a voice shouted in unison from inside the room. With two loud bangs, several people broke through the long window and leaped out. A dozen or so people rushed out of the hall and surrounded the five people. The crowd shouted, "It's a spy! It's a spy!" and pushed the five people into the hall.

A burly old man in the hall shouted, "Where did these spies come from? Sneaking around like this, what evil deeds are you plotting?" He pointed his knife at the five men.

A'Zhu laughed, "I am the hostess here. You dare ask me where I come from? Isn't that laughable? Where did you come from? Coming here to cause trouble?"

Before they could answer, Wang Yuyan said, "Qin Family Village of Yunzhou, the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber. It's a pity that five moves have been lost." The old man had only pointed his long sword, yet Wang Yuyan had already discerned the style of his martial arts.

The old man was shocked upon hearing this: "You...how do you know?"

Wang Yuyan didn't answer, but looked to the other side and said to A'Zhu, "That's 'Thunderbolt,' nine strikes to the character 'Qing' and eighteen strikes to the character 'Cheng,' it's incredibly unpredictable. It's from the Sima family of Qingcheng."

Everyone was stunned again, exchanging bewildered glances, thinking to themselves, "The Murong family of Gusu is truly renowned for their profound knowledge of martial arts."

Wang Yuyan said, "Hmm, this is 'Thunderbolt.' You must be skilled in light footwork and hidden weapons. The book says that 'Thunderbolt' is the unique weapon of the Qingcheng School of Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan, nine strikes to the character 'Qing' and eighteen strikes to the character 'Cheng,' it's incredibly unpredictable. You're probably surnamed Sima, right?"

The man, whose face had been gloomy, was moved upon hearing her words. He exchanged bewildered glances with his three lieutenants beside him, and after a long while, he finally said:

"The Murong family of Gusu is truly renowned for its profound knowledge of martial arts. I am Sima Lin. May I ask,

young lady , is it true that the character 'Qing' truly has nine strikes and the character 'Cheng' truly has

eighteen breaks?" Wang Yuyan replied, "That's an excellent question. I think it's more appropriate to call the character 'Qing' ten strikes. Although Iron Bodhi and Iron Lotus Seed look similar, their uses are vastly different and cannot be confused. As for the eighteen breaks of the character 'Cheng,' the three moves 'Armor Break,' 'Shield Break,' and 'Shield Break' are not particularly special. They seem to have been deliberately used to make up the eighteen. In fact, they could be eliminated or combined, becoming fifteen or sixteen breaks, which would be more refined."

Sima Lin was dumbfounded. He had only learned seven strikes of the character 'Qing' and was completely unaware of the difference between Iron Lotus Seed and Iron Bodhi. As for the three skills of Armor Break, Shield Break, and Shield Break, they were his most prized martial arts, the signature techniques of the Qingcheng Sect. Unexpectedly, this young woman said they could all be eliminated. He was first startled, then greatly angered, thinking to himself,

"The Murong family already knows my martial arts and name. They want to humiliate me, so they made up this nonsense and sent a young girl to speak so arrogantly." He didn't retaliate at the moment, but said,

"Thank you for your guidance, young lady. It has enlightened me." After a moment's thought, he said to his left-hand man, "Junior Brother Zhu, why don't you learn from this young lady?" The deputy, Zhu Baokun, was an ugly man with a face full of pockmarks. He seemed to be a few years older than Sima Lin. In addition to his white robe, his head was wrapped in white cloth, making him look like he was in mourning. In the dim candlelight, he looked even more sinister. He stood up, cupped his hands in his sleeves, and pulled out a short awl and a small hammer—the exact same "Thunderbolt" set as Sima Lin—and said,

"Please instruct me, young lady."

The onlookers all thought, '

Your weapons are exactly the same as Sima Lin's. If this young lady knows Sima Lin, surely she knows yours too?' Wang Yuyan also said:

“Since you use this ‘Thunderbolt,’ you must be from the Qingcheng School,”

Sima Lin said .

“My fellow disciples learned their skills before they joined the sect. We’ll have to test your discerning eye, young lady.” He thought to himself, “Even I’m not entirely sure what school my fellow disciples originally belonged to. It would be quite a surprise if you could guess.” Wang Yuyan thought, “That is indeed a difficult question.”

Before she could speak, Yao Bodang from Qin Family Village interrupted,

“Sect Leader Sima, what’s the point of expecting the young lady to recognize your fellow disciples’ true appearance? Isn’t that utterly boring?”

Sima Lin asked in astonishment, “What’s so boring?” Yao Bodang laughed,

“Your fellow disciple’s face is currently covered in finely sculpted circles. His true appearance, of course, wouldn’t be so detailed.” The burly men on the east side all burst into laughter. Zhu Baokun, who hated being mocked for his pockmarked face, couldn’t bear Yao Bodang’s open ridicule. Ignoring Yao Bodang's status as a powerful figure in the north and the leader of a stronghold, he aimed the tip of his steel awl at Yao's chest with his left hand, while his right hand flicked out a small hammer from the awl's end. With a sharp whistling sound, a hidden weapon shot towards Yao Bodang's chest.

The Qin Family Stronghold and the Qingcheng Sect had been secretly vying for power since entering the Tingxiang Pavilion. Neither side showed courtesy; a glare and a snort were exchanged. Had Wang Yuyan not arrived, a fight would likely have already broken out. Yao Bodang's insults were intended as provocation, but he never expected his opponent to act so swiftly. In the nick of time, he couldn't draw his sword to block, so he grabbed a candlestick from a nearby table with his left hand and aimed at the hidden weapon. With a clang, the weapon shot upwards and struck the beam—it was a three-inch-long steel needle. Although the steel needle was short, its force was extremely strong. Yao Bodang's left hand went numb, and the candlestick fell to the ground with a clatter.

The bandits of Qin Family Village drew their swords and shouted, "Is

this how you injure people with hidden weapons?" "What kind of heroes are you? Shameless, you son of a bitch!" A fat man cursed even more filthy language, insulting the other man's ancestors for eighteen generations. The Qingcheng Sect members remained silent, speaking in a sarcastic tone, as if they hadn't heard or heard the Qin Family Village bandits' curses. Yao Bodang had rushed to grab the candlestick in the chaos, and in his haste, he hadn't held it firmly. But even with decades of internal energy cultivation, he had been knocked out of his hand by a small steel needle. According to the rules of the martial arts world, he had already lost a move. He thought to himself,

"Their martial arts are quite strange. I heard from that little girl that the Qingcheng Sect has something called 'Nine Strikes of Qing,' which seems to be all about hidden Qingzi's skills. If I'm not careful, I might suffer a loss."

He waved his hand to stop his men's shouting and laughed, "

Brothers, this move of yours is quite skillful, but also quite insidious! What's it called?"

Zhu Baokun chuckled coldly, not answering. The fat man from Qin Family Village said,

"It's probably called 'Shameless, Hidden Arrow'!"

Another middle-aged man laughed, "

They are shameless, after all. The name of this move is very good, fitting, and sophisticated!" His words were mocking the other's pockmarked face.

Wang Yuyan shook her head and said softly,

"Chief Yao, that's not right of you." Yao Bodang said,

"Why?"

Wang Yuyan said,

"No one can guarantee they won't have illnesses or injuries. If you accidentally fall when you're young, you might limp your leg. If you fight someone,

you might lose an arm or an eye. It's extremely common for friends in the martial arts world to have sprains, isn't it?"

Yao Bodang could only nod. Wang Yuyan continued, "This gentleman suffered from a serious illness in his youth, and has some scars on his body. What's so laughable about that? A real man should be judged first by his character and heart, second by his talent and career, and third by his literary and martial arts skills. What does it matter if he's handsome or not?" Yao

Bodang was speechless for a moment, then laughed and said,

"What the young lady says makes some sense. So it seems I was the one making fun of you brothers."

Wang Yuyan smiled and said, "Old man, you readily admit your mistakes, which shows your uprightness." She turned to Zhu Baokun and shook her head, saying,

"No, that won't work." "When she said this, her expression was gentle and compassionate, like an older sister seeing her younger brother struggling with something beyond his capabilities, offering words of advice. Her tone was also very kind.

Zhu Baokun felt quite pleased to hear her say that injuries were commonplace for martial artists, and that a true man should prioritize character and achievement. He had always been unhappy because of his pockmarked face, and had never heard anyone comfort him so sincerely and reasonably. When he heard her say, 'It won't work, it's useless,' he asked, 'What did you say, young lady?' He thought, 'She said my 'Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle' is no good? Useless? She doesn't know that my awl has twelve steel needles. If the hammer hadn't been

fired continuously, it would have killed this old man long ago. But I can't reveal the mechanism to Sima Lin.'" "

Wang Yuyan said, 'Your 'Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle' is indeed an extremely domineering hidden weapon...' Zhu Baokun's body trembled, and he exclaimed, 'Oh!' Sima Lin and the other two Qingcheng Sect masters exclaimed in unison, 'What?' Zhu Baokun's expression changed, and he said,

'Miss, you are mistaken. This is not the Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle. This is a hidden weapon of our Qingcheng Sect,

the fourth , called "Qing Bee Nail."'"

Wang Yuyan smiled and said, "'Green Bee Nail' does look like this. The tools and techniques you used to launch this Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle are exactly the same as Green Bee Nail, but the essence of a hidden weapon is not in its shape or launching posture, but in its power and trajectory. When everyone throws a steel dart, the Shaolin School has its own strength, and the Kunlun School has its own strength; it's something that can't be forced. What you're doing..."

Zhu Baokun's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and his left hand swiftly raised the steel cone to his chest. As long as the hammer struck the end of the cone, a steel needle would immediately shoot towards Wang Yuyan. Half of the onlookers exclaimed in surprise. Just now, they saw him launch the needle at Yao Bodang. The speed and power of the shot were unparalleled among hidden weapons. Obviously, the steel cone was hollow and contained a powerful spring, which was definitely not something that could be done by human power. Moreover, the curved tip of the cone made it impossible to imagine that a hidden weapon could be launched from it. Who knew that the hollow tube inside the cone was straight. Fortunately, Yao Bodang was quick-witted and agile, thus escaping a disaster. If he had shot at Wang Yuyan again, how could such a delicate beauty have dodged it? But seeing her beauty, Zhu Baokun couldn't bring himself to kill her. Remembering her earlier defense of him, he felt grateful and shouted,

"Miss, don't be so talkative, you'll only bring trouble upon yourself!"

Just then, a man stepped forward to block Wang Yuyan, coldly saying,

"You fool!"

It was Wu Long. He had heard Wang Yuyan meticulously list everyone's martial arts skills and was deeply impressed, but he also knew that her presence was a taboo in the martial world, and some might even harbor murderous intent. Upon seeing him step forward, Zhu Baokun instinctively felt immense pressure from Wu Long and launched another attack. A steel nail, carrying terrifying force, whistled through the air. At such close range, its power was comparable to a pistol; even the most profound internal strength would likely be unable to withstand it. Although Wang Yuyan's view was blocked, she still heard the sound of the hidden weapon and immediately cried out in alarm.

Amidst the fear and trembling of the crowd, Wu Long clearly and distinctly saw a phantom flash across the sky. The sensation was so profound and wondrous, illusory yet real. Wu Long remained motionless, focusing intently on the wondrous phantom that streaked through the air. He even saw the vibrations of the air it pushed aside, the turbulent currents it created, and the sharp whistling sound generated by the friction with the air! His gaze landed on the steel nail itself. He leaned forward, unleashing his Crane Control Technique. Instantly, an immense force of attraction emanated from his palm, and the steel spike, moving at a speed almost like a bullet, was instantly grasped in his hand.

Everyone who witnessed this gaped in astonishment, as if someone had caught a bullet with their bare hands. Wu Long revealed a cruel smile and said:

"Since you like hidden weapons so much, here you go."

Wu Long flicked his finger, and the steel nail instantly struck Zhu Baokun, piercing his shoulder and passing through his body. It struck the wall behind him with a loud bang, creating a large hole. Only then did everyone hear the deafening roar of the steel nail breaking the sound barrier. Seeing this, they stared at Wu Long in horror. Zhu Baokun then felt the burning pain in his shoulder.

Wu Long moved again, like a swift arrow, radiating a powerful and awe-inspiring sharpness. Wherever he passed, the calm air became turbulent. The blue arrow pierced through everyone's bodies, the crisp, resonant sound of bones breaking sending chills down their spines. All the burly men were like weightless paper dolls, instantly scattered and flung against the walls with a series of powerful, crackling sounds, crashing to the ground like heavy sandbags. The men who fell were deformed, blood gushing from their mouths, staring in terror at Wu Long, this man who seemed like a demon god.

Wu Long coldly said,

"Luckily, you didn't intend to kill me this time, otherwise you would be dead. But you can escape punishment for keeping your mouth shut. You will have to do hard labor here for a few days until the Murong family arrives. After you confront them, you can leave. If you dare to disrespect them, don't blame me for being ruthless. Do you accept this?"

In the martial arts world, the strong are respected, and the crowd had no power to fight back against Wu Long, so they dared not disobey. They nodded repeatedly. After everything was settled and they had dinner, it was already Hai Shi (9-11 PM) according to modern calculations. At this time, it was only a little past Hai Shi, so it was only around 9 PM. In ancient times, there was no television and few entertainment programs, so people generally went to bed early. At this time, most of the lights in the Canhe Manor were off, and it was pitch black, with only a few lights still on in a few rooms.

Although this manor was built on an island, it occupied a huge area, taking up about a quarter of the island. The location was a flat, open area on the front half of a small island, convenient for construction. The back half consisted of high ground, several low hills, and some unevenly distributed woods. Although called an island, it was actually quite large; even standing atop the highest building in the estate, he couldn't see the edge of the island at a glance.

Standing on the highest building, he carefully surveyed his surroundings, trying to identify which building resembled the "Returning Water Pavilion." Having never been here before, he slowly circled around, his gaze fanning out. After half a circle, his eyes settled on a small pavilion in the back garden. The back garden occupied slightly more than a third of the entire estate, containing a small lake, and the pavilion was built precisely in the center of the lake.

"Returning Water Pavilion"—literally, this pavilion perfectly matched the name. He smiled, then leaped down from the tall building he was in, before tiptoeing across the ground towards the back garden. He knew that Old Murong was feigning death and hiding in Shaolin Temple, while Young Murong was out and not at home. Furthermore, Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e were also absent, so there were currently no powerful figures left in Canhe Manor.

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