[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 9

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Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 48: Finally Obtaining Ling'er's Delicate Blossom 3.

Wu Long chuckled, unleashing the "Overturning Clouds and Rain" technique from the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art. Instantly, waves of heat stimulated Gan Baobao's desire. Gan Baobao's lust flared, her face flushed, and her heart pounded. She impatiently removed Wu Long's shirt, her cherry lips, covered by bright red lipstick, pressed against his chest, licking and sucking with her wet tongue, leaving behind numerous lip prints

. Her passionate sucking brought Wu Long waves of pleasure and intense ecstasy. Overwhelmed by desire, Gan Baobao was greatly aroused. She forcefully tore open her undergarments, revealing her full, firm breasts to Wu Long's eyes. They rose and fell with her breath, the pinkish luster of her areolas like grapes, making one's mouth water. Gan Baobao embraced Wu Long's head, leaning forward to press her breasts against his cheek.

Wu Long grasped Gan Baobao's soft, smooth, snow-white, trembling breasts with both hands, kneading and rubbing them. Like an infant in its mother's arms, he lowered his head and greedily sucked and licked Gan Baobao's delicate pink nipples, as if trying to draw out milk. He left teeth marks on her full breasts. The tender nipples, unable to withstand the sucking and caressing, stood erect on her breasts. Gan Baobao was so aroused by the sucking that her whole body was burning with heat, her eyes slightly closed, and she couldn't help but let out a joyful moan.

Gan Baobao was so excited that her desire was rising, and she trembled repeatedly. Gan Baobao's body frequently emitted a faint fragrance of perfume and the fleshy scent of a mature woman. Wu Long was intoxicated, his heart pounding, and his hands kept kneading Gan Baobao's plump breasts. He wished he could tear off Gan Baobao's skirt and underwear to see that smooth, white, beautiful, mature, and alluring naked body that he had always longed for.

Without delay, the lustful Wu Long forcefully ripped Gan Baobao's short skirt. With a "ripping" sound, the skirt fell to the ground, leaving only a small piece of white-trimmed triangular fabric covering Gan Baobao's high, undulating buttocks. Her round, plump buttocks were fully exposed, indeed both sexy and alluring. The white fabric faintly revealed the long, thick, and fine black pubic hair below her abdomen, with a few strands peeking out from under her panties, making her even more captivating.

Wu Long's right hand kneaded Gan Baobao's ample breasts, while his left hand brazenly slipped inside her panties, roaming and teasing around her vulva. He rubbed the two moist labia with his fingers, caressing her slightly protruding clitoris. His middle finger gently slid into her vulva, probing and teasing, arousing Gan Baobao to the point that her body swayed slightly, her juices flowing like a surging tide. Her cherry lips murmured, "Oh...ah..."

Gan Baobao's breasts heaved rapidly, her body trembling, "Ah...bad man...don't tease me anymore...it feels so good...um...I can't take it...ah...ah...stop...quickly..."

"Ouch."

Her shapely, voluptuous body was completely naked, revealing Gan Baobao's most alluring and mysterious area to Wu Long. Her snow-white, delicate body, her flat, fair abdomen, and the thick, dark pubic hair covering her alluring and mysterious paradise, with a slender pubic mound clearly visible, made her face, already flushed, blush even more like a ripe persimmon.

Gan Baobao's beautiful face, her red lips and pink neck, her firm, full breasts and rounded buttocks—her figure was superb. Wu Long's teasing ignited a burning desire within her, and Gan Baobao, her passion rekindled, could no longer resist. She embraced Wu Long tightly, opening her cherry-like lips to deliver a passionate kiss. Their tongues engaged in a fierce battle, her hunger so intense it seemed she wanted to devour him whole.

Gan Baobao's fragrant lips and tongue slid to Wu Long's ear. Her two rows of jade teeth gently bit his earlobe before her tongue slipped inside, licking it. He could clearly hear Gan Baobao's breathing, like the rushing water of a valley, and the movement of her fragrant tongue made him feel incredibly good. Soon, with Gan Baobao hugging his neck and kissing him, her breath sweet and fragrant, his heart fluttered. His manhood became aroused and hard, yearning to share Gan Baobao's exquisitely skilled lips. Their breathing quickened, and a surge of intense desire brewed within Gan Baobao, her eyes filled with a strange light that seemed to tell of her needs. Gan Baobao helped Wu Long up, pulled down his pants, and his fiery manhood was revealed before her.

Gan Baobao knelt on the luxurious floor, mimicking the posture of a lamb kneeling to suckle on the grasslands, her jade hands grasping his erect and fiery manhood. She opened her small mouth and gently licked the glans with her tongue, her cherry lips frantically sucking and teasing it, her slender hands gently kneading his testicles. Seeing his precious penis being sucked on by the beautiful Gan Baobao like a trumpet, Wu Long felt a tingling sensation all over his body and let out an excited groan. Encouraged, Gan Baobao intensified her sucking, causing his penis to swell and grow larger in her mouth.

Gan Baobao then pushed Wu Long down onto the bed, her naked and alluring body straddling his waist. She raised her plump buttocks high, her moist vulva aimed at his erect penis. Her right index and middle fingers pinched his neck, while her left index and middle fingers parted her labia. Using her vaginal lubrication, she swayed her waist and lowered her buttocks, and with a "plop," his hard penis slid in all the way into Gan Baobao's vulva. Gan Baobao's pink and white plump buttocks rose and fell, moving up and down, until she was drenched in sweat, her hair flying wildly, and panting heavily.

The two lingered for an hour before finally lying down contentedly. He stroked Gan Baobao's sweaty body tenderly, then told her of his decision to leave the valley. Gan Baobao was very understanding and didn't object, saying,

"A man's ambition lies in the four corners of the world. My senior sister and I look down on you for spending your life by a woman's side. But we still hope you'll come back soon."

Wu Long nodded,

"Of course, I'll be back soon."

"Hmm, you rascal, I'm afraid you'll find quite a few sisters after you leave,"

Gan Baobao said coquettishly. Wu Long chuckled without denying it, which made Gan Baobao pinch his soft waist playfully, saying,

"Never mind, men are always prone to womanizing. As long as you don't abandon us, that's fine. Before you leave, did you sleep with Ling'er? She's already realized our relationship. Although she's still clueless about matters between men and women, she already feels resentment. Do you want her to become a bitter woman at such a young age?"

Wu Long thought of Zhong Ling's alluring body and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Indeed, the fruit is ripe; it's time to pick it."

His lecherous expression immediately made Gan Baobao pinch him hard.

Zhong Ling's room was brightly lit with red candles, exquisitely decorated like a newlywed's chamber. Zhong Ling sat nervously on the bed, her heart pounding. She thought,

"Will Brother Wu come? Will he come? Am I going to become his woman today? Ah~ I'm so embarrassed."

Zhong Ling felt her face burning and quickly covered it with her delicate hands to calm herself down. Just then, footsteps sounded, and the door opened. Peeking through her fingers, she saw Wu Long's imposing body. Instantly, Zhong Ling's heart pounded even harder, a mix of joy, anticipation, and fear welling up inside her. Then she felt her hand tighten as Wu Long pulled her away. He smiled and carefully examined Zhong Ling—this ethereal, pure, and exquisitely beautiful mountain orchid!

Zhong Ling was truly beautiful. She had a slender figure, and like Bao Bao, a delicate oval face, naturally arched eyebrows, a straight and elegant nose, and below that, a small, cherry-like mouth with full, rosy lips, like a ripe cherry. Her bright eyes were misty with a layer of moisture. Her body was a breathtakingly beautiful, curvaceous figure, her high, firm breasts pushing against her clothes, creating a high mountain-like shape. Below her snow-white neck was a green dress. Zhong Ling's breasts were even slightly larger than those of her fiancée, a small glimpse of a pink bodice peeking out. Zhong Ling was tall and slender, with long, straight, delicate noses. A set of white teeth complemented her alluring red lips. She also had a long braid, and combined with her perfectly developed, graceful hips and high, full breasts, her entire body radiated an irresistible beauty.

Zhong Ling wore a skirt that only reached mid-calf. Although the skirt was a bit large, it couldn't hide her graceful and beautiful figure. Her slender waist had a perfect curve, and her rounded, soft hips were still partially revealed. Because of her shapely figure, the skirt made her legs appear even longer and more rounded, and her hips even more voluptuous and sexy, arousing allure. Zhong Ling's flawless, mature body was like a ripe peach; her firm, full breasts seemed about to burst out of her clothes, and her full, rounded hips outlined her body in an S-shape, making her look incredibly sexy. Her fair and delicate skin was translucent, and her enviable figure could rival any beautiful woman. She was a mature beauty that would make any man's heart flutter and his desire to possess her.

Zhong Ling's face was unadorned, her perfectly proportioned oval face fair with a rosy glow. Her long, curled eyelashes framed her captivating eyes, which held a mesmerizing allure. Beneath her straight nose were beautifully curved red lips, and her delicate, pink chin framed a graceful, white neck. Her breasts were smooth and white as cream, and her alluring, perky breasts were clearly visible through her undergarment. Her long, smooth, full legs were adorned with blue embroidered shoes with red flowers.

Zhong Ling's face was unadorned, her perfectly proportioned oval face fair with a rosy glow. Her long, curled eyelashes framed her captivating eyes, which held a mesmerizing mystery. Beneath her straight nose were beautifully arched red lips, and her delicate, pink chin framed a graceful, white neck. Her breasts were smooth and white as jade, and her alluring, perky breasts were clearly defined by the bodice she wore. Her long, smooth, full legs were adorned with black embroidered shoes with blue soles and red flowers. This combination gave Zhong Ling an indescribable classical beauty, yet also a spirited and heroic air.

Wu Long pulled her close and gently kissed her. In that instant, their hearts pounded, and their lips froze. Zhong Ling stared at Wu Long in surprise. Seeing the look in his eyes, she closed her almond-shaped eyes, her heart fluttering slightly. She pressed her soft, rosy lips to Wu Long's. Wu Long found Zhong Ling's lips indescribably soft, moist, and elastic, giving him an urge to bite them. Moreover, the warm breath she exhaled carried a sweet fragrance, intoxicating him.

"Hehe... Ling'er's kiss... a sweet kiss... it has haunted my dreams ever since..."

"Ling'er, put your tongue in my mouth."

Zhong Ling opened her fragrant cherry lips, her two soft, boneless arms encircling Wu Long's neck. Wu Long sucked hard on Zhong Ling's red lips, then forcefully inserted his tongue into her warm, moist mouth filled with saliva. Wu Long's tongue first swirled around in Zhong Ling's mouth, sometimes intertwining with her slippery tongue. A moment later, Wu Long felt a slight numbness in his tongue. Just as he pulled it out of Zhong Ling's mouth, her smooth, soft, delicate tongue slipped out and entered his mouth, its tip licking and moving against the walls of his mouth. Wu Long passionately responded to Ling'er's love, his tongue entwining with Zhong Ling's.

Zhong Ling's body trembled, and she entwined her tongue with Wu Long's even more forcefully, seeking unparalleled pleasure, sucking the saliva from his mouth. Wu Long held Zhong Ling's smooth, soft, and tender tongue in his mouth, sucking it hungrily:

"Ah... Ling'er's tongue is so delicious... as soft as cotton candy... yet it never melts..."

Wu Long swallowed the saliva on Zhong Ling's tongue as if drinking sweet nectar, gulping it down. Zhong Ling's bright, beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her fair and delicate cheeks flushed red, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her arms tightened around Wu Long. Wu Long could clearly feel Ling'er's firm, full breasts rising and falling against his chest. His heart swayed, and he couldn't help but suckle more greedily at Zhong Ling's wet, soft tongue, swallowing its saliva. It was as if he wanted to devour her exquisite tongue whole.

Wu Long deliberately pressed his chest against Zhong Ling's firm, elastic breasts, squeezing them hard, making Zhong Ling flustered and aroused. When Wu Long continued to suck harder, Zhong Ling felt pain; her exquisite tongue struggled in Wu Long's mouth, trying to withdraw, but to no avail. Seeing that Wu Long didn't stop, Zhong Ling groaned anxiously, shaking her head from side to side, and grabbing and twisting Wu Long's back.

Wu Long opened his mouth and let her tongue in. Zhong Ling's proud, firm breasts heaved, and she breathed heavily, her warm, fragrant breath spraying onto Wu Long's face, which he found very comfortable. Zhong Ling's fair cheeks flushed a beautiful, alluring blush. Her deep, clear eyes shone brightly as she gazed at Wu Long, playfully complaining, "Brother, you're making my tongue hurt so much!"

Wu Long, still seemingly lost in the delicious taste of Zhong Ling's tongue, said wistfully,

"Ling'er, kiss me one more time! I've only just tasted the sweetness in your mouth, why did you push me away?"

Zhong Ling's alabaster-white face held a hint of spring, her beautiful, watery eyes looking at Wu Long with a charming smile, saying,

"There's no candy in my mouth, so what's sweet?"

Wu Long said with a blissful expression,

"Ling'er, yours is so much better than candy! Your lips and tongue are soft, smooth, fragrant, and sweet, with an incomparable warmth. Kissing you is like slowly sipping a rich yet refreshing wine, making me dizzy, hot, and light-headed, even my heart is intoxicated."

Hearing Wu Long say this, Zhong Ling felt an overwhelming sweetness in her heart. Her bright, captivating eyes glanced shyly at her beloved son, and she said sweetly,

"Brother, you're just lying to Ling'er. How could Ling'er be so sweet? I didn't even know it myself."

Wu Long smiled and said,

"Ling'er hasn't tasted it herself, so of course she doesn't know."

Zhong Ling said sweetly, "I can't argue with you..."

"Then let me kiss you again, Ling'er, my dear Ling'er," Wu Long said.

Zhong Ling's fair cheeks flushed pink like blooming peach blossoms. She shyly closed her beautiful eyes and tilted her head back to offer her cherry-red lips. This time, the kiss was longer and more lingering than the last. Even though Zhong Ling's breathing was rapid, her tongue ached, her face was flushed, and her little nose was flaring rapidly, she didn't struggle or resist at all. She just obediently cooperated with her beloved son, letting him hug her tightly and suckle her. The pressure on her mouth and chest almost made her suffocate.

Zhong Ling's delicate body trembled violently from the stimulation. Soon, her lips became hot and soft. She reached out and wrapped her jade-like hands around his neck, lost in his passionate kiss. The world spun around him; Wu Long was completely lost in the deepest part of this sweet dream of love, experiencing the real and tangible feeling of holding her tightly in his arms, a solid happiness that allowed him to freely release his love for the beauty in his embrace. The overflowing happiness and emotion in his heart made him involuntarily tighten his grip, wishing he could merge the beauty in his arms into his entire heart.

Wu Long's hands, holding the stunning Zhong Ling, unconsciously kneaded and caressed her waist and abdomen. Soon, Zhong Ling's delicate body began to heat up, her jade-like face flushed, her silver teeth slightly bitten, and a few soft moans unconsciously escaped her cherry lips.

This further fueled Wu Long's resolve. His hands began to move restlessly upwards, gradually covering Zhong Ling's delicate and firm breasts. At the same time, his lips began to travel down from the jade-like beauty's smooth forehead, kissing her eyes, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and finally her breasts. Although there was a layer of silk clothing between them, Wu Long could still feel the amazing protrusion and elasticity of those jade peaks. He couldn't help but knead and squeeze them, wanting to open the beauty's fragrant embrace and explore its depths.

The beauty in his arms seemed to have been aroused as well, relaxing her body. With Wu Long's kisses, her body underwent a strange change, waves of tingling pleasure arising spontaneously. A

drunken blush gradually spread across her face, and she kept panting softly, her delicate body twisting and turning, unconsciously rubbing against Wu Long's masculine desire.

Finally, Wu Long's right hand could no longer resist the temptation and crawled inside the beauty's open collar, caressing her smooth silk bodice. Lingering there, he even inserted two fingers into her bodice to directly knead her budding, snow-white breasts and the cherry-like nipples standing on them, attacking from above and below, teasing them from all sides.

Chapter 49 of Part One: Fallen Dragon World: A Beautiful Woman in the Qin Yun Pavilion 1.
Wu Long's other left hand still tightly covered Zhong Ling's slender waist, preventing her from collapsing to the ground, now oblivious to the world and only able to utter incoherent babbling. At the same time, his large mouth was not to be outdone, directly tearing open Zhong Ling's bra and attacking the other jade peak, slowly taking the entire cherry into his mouth, while constantly licking it with his tongue and biting it with his teeth...

Zhong Ling was immediately struck as if by lightning, her silver teeth clenched, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Mmm—", an involuntary moan escaped from her tender and delicate red lips... Such direct stimulation of a sacred and chaste cherry was incomparable to the slight tingling and itching she had felt before. The beautiful and ethereal Zhong Ling felt a surge of shyness, her beautiful face flushed crimson.

Hearing the enchanting, melodious cries of the beauty in his arms, Wu Long, suppressing his burning desire, calmly and gently licked and sucked the incredibly tender and alluring cherry in his mouth… With one hand still tightly gripping the other soft, full, snow-white breast of the stunning beauty, he kneaded it, occasionally pinching the delicate, small, rosy nipple between his thumb and middle finger, while his index finger lightly and lewdly caressed the incredibly tender tip… He could feel the soft, boneless body of the stunning beauty beneath him trembling slightly with tension as he caressed her tender nipple… and those two incredibly tender, small, and adorable cherries, like cherries in the snow, exquisitely beautiful and radiant, stood shyly and timidly atop her majestic, proud breasts…

Wu Long's hand caressed Zhong Ling's smooth calves, her smooth skin as lustrous as jade. Wu Long brought his lips to lick it, finding a faint sweetness on his tongue. He reached out and unfastened the buckles on Zhong Ling's cloth shoes, loosening the soft straps, his hands gently caressing her white instep. Zhong Ling's right foot was lifted, the shoe removed, then her left. She stood barefoot on the soft floor, her ten toes indescribably adorable, her slender feet delicate and charming. Wu Long didn't stop. He stood up, yanked off Zhong Ling's hair tie, and her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Wu Long's hands moved from behind her back to her chest, kneading her high, firm breasts, then began unbuttoning her shirt.

He unbuttoned it slowly, one button at a time, revealing Zhong Ling's fair, smooth skin. Zhong Ling didn't resist; she lowered her eyes, unable to look any longer. The last button of the shirt was undone, the front opening splitting open to reveal a beige bra and a flat, snow-white abdomen. Wu Long pulled Zhong Ling's shirt open, the maroon sleeveless shirt falling past her drooping hands to her feet.

A chill ran down her chest, causing Zhong Ling to instinctively clutch her chest with her bare hands. Wu Long didn't seem to be in a hurry to undo Zhong Ling's bra; his hands moved to her waist to undo her belt. After the thin black belt buckle loosened, Wu Long unbuttoned Zhong Ling's pants, revealing her beige underwear. Wu Long

pulled down the sides of the pants, the tight fabric encountering some resistance as it passed over Zhong Ling's rounded buttocks, but still managing to be pulled up to her ankles. Wu Long lifted Zhong Ling's delicate feet, pulled off the pants, and threw them at her feet. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared outside the window, illuminating Zhong Ling's dazzling white body—it was a bolt of lightning. Then came the booming thunder and the pounding rain; a storm was coming.

"Brother, no..."

Zhong Ling struggled shyly. Wu Long showed no sign of stopping. He continued to unfasten the back clasp of Zhong Ling's bra, and the bra straps slipped off her shoulders, causing her to hug herself even tighter.

Wu Long didn't forcefully pull her hands away. Instead, he used his feet to spread Zhong Ling's long, slender legs, then grabbed the edge of her beige panties and yanked them down forcefully. Zhong Ling's panties were pulled down to her thighs, and Wu Long's eyes immediately fell on her two fair, round, soft, and smooth buttocks and the dark valley between them. Zhong Ling was both ashamed and frightened, and quickly clamped her legs together. She tried to cover her lower body with her hands, but as soon as her hands fell, her bra slipped down, immediately exposing her alabaster breasts and rosy nipples. She could only cover her chest with one hand and her nipples with the other.

While staring intently at Zhong Ling, Wu Long pulled her panties down to her ankles, lifting her legs so the panties fell to her feet. Then, he forcefully yanked her loosened bra from over her head to her back, tearing it into his hand. Zhong Ling was finally naked. Wu Long then removed her necklace, leaving her completely naked before him.

A gust of wind whipped the bedroom curtains, Zhong Ling's hair flying in the wind. Her perfect body was like a jade sculpture, crystal clear and white, like a holy goddess from heaven. Wu Long was stunned, finding Zhong Ling's beauty indescribable. Her firm breasts, rosy nipples, slender waist, long, beautiful legs, snow-white skin, and smooth texture—she truly seemed to belong only in heaven.

Wu Long turned Zhong Ling around, unable to control his increasingly rapid heartbeat, and frantically kissed her breasts, abdomen, and thighs. He supported Zhong Ling's snow-white body, leaving countless passionate kisses on her delicate skin. Wu Long leaned down, supporting Zhong Ling's slender neck with both hands. With a lowered head, his lips met Zhong Ling's luscious cherry lips. As expected of the stunningly beautiful Zhong Ling, not only were her lips beautifully shaped, but the cool, smooth, and fragrant sensation alone was enough to make Wu Long linger.

At this moment, Zhong Ling seemed to respond, her cherry lips slightly parted. Wu Long naturally wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. With a gentle push of his tongue, he slipped the tip of his tongue into Zhong Ling's cherry-like mouth, even more forcefully trying to pry open Zhong Ling's bright, slightly bitten silver teeth. With soft moans, the beautiful Zhong Ling's fragrant teeth indeed opened. Wu Long quickly seized the opportunity, further sucking Zhong Ling's delicate tongue into his mouth and licking it incessantly with the tip of his tongue. Zhong Ling also began to react subconsciously, her small, fragrant, pink tongue tentatively meeting his. As soon as the two tongues touched, they began to intertwine and suck.

The soft, warm tongue of the young girl entered his mouth, instantly igniting Wu Long's desire. The unique fragrance of her mouth seeped into his lungs and flowed to his limbs, arousing a primal need. Wu Long sucked on Zhong Ling's tongue, desperately sucking, licking, and devouring the fragrant nectar from her tongue, while vigorously rubbing his lips against her delicate cherry lips.

Finally, Zhong Ling's lips became red and moist, her face flushed, and her bright eyes blinked twice before slowly opening. Looking at Wu Long so close to her, her beautiful eyes were filled with deep affection and shy blush. Wu Long pressed his body against Zhong Ling's, which slightly twisted in protest, feeling the breathtaking elasticity of her skin and the intoxicating sensation of their bodies rubbing together.

Zhong Ling's face was flushed, and her mouth trembled slightly. Seeing Zhong Ling's expression only fueled Wu Long's excitement. He lifted her from the embroidered couch and held her in his arms. His hands, burning with desire, roamed freely over Zhong Ling's waist and abdomen, while his lips moved lower, climbing from her delicate chin, her smooth neck, and her snow-white chest, all the way to Ling'er's snow-capped peaks. He gently bit the juicy cherries on her breasts, eliciting soft, almost imperceptible moans from her, which

only fueled Wu Long's lust. Wu Long embraced his beloved from behind, his hands touching her warm, jade-like breasts. While Zhong Ling's beauty was undeniable and unparalleled, what truly captivated Wu Long at this moment was her skin—so smooth and supple, so incredibly soft to the touch. Zhong Ling's entire body trembled gently in Wu Long's arms. Her flawless, jade-like body was flushed a beautiful pink with shyness. The alluring, coy charm of this exquisite beauty stirred Wu Long's excitement and arousal.

He looked down at Zhong Ling's flushed face, her thin red lips parted, exhaling hot breath. Her body was burning hot, and her delicate lips could only utter unconscious moans. He held Zhong Ling, kissing her incessantly, then pushed her back onto the comfortable bed and pounced on her. At this moment, both Zhong Ling and Wu Long were naked. Wu Long held Zhong Ling tightly, kissing her passionately. Zhong Ling's two white breasts pressed and rubbed against Wu Long's chest, eliciting a high-pitched moan from her…

Zhong Ling's breasts were so enviable, smooth, full, round, firm, snow-white, and delicate. Wu Long was stunned for a moment; they were truly a rare gem! The air was filled with Zhong Ling's alluring, sensual fragrance. His hands touched her smooth, fragrant skin, as delicate as mutton fat. Zhong Ling's slightly rapid breathing caused her two pink and snow-white breasts to rise and fall, and the hot breath from her fragrant mouth... Wu Long's lust surged, and he instantly became a beast. His hand trembled slightly as he grasped one of them, then kissed Zhong Ling's pale red nipple with his burning lips. He savored it carefully, then gently kneaded, pinched, and deformed it... He

played with Zhong Ling's enviable breasts in different ways and with different pressures. He even circled his tongue on the areola, gently biting and slowly grinding her protruding nipple with his teeth. He even arrogantly sucked on Zhong Ling's full and protruding hardened nipples, the air filled with the scent of milk and nectar...

Time slipped away with each breath, and Wu Long was not satisfied with just Zhong Ling's snow-white, smooth breasts. When those full, rounded peaks were sucked until they were swollen and protruding, his hands began to roam over Zhong Ling's body, kneading and caressing. It moved past her slightly bulging belly and came to her sacred, swollen vulva, covered with soft, long black hair. Zhong Ling's two plump, tender, and wet petals trembled and opened and closed, exhaling hot air; the pink cleft in the middle was oozing milky white, transparent fluid.

Wu Long spread Zhong Ling's fair, slender legs apart with both hands, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the tender, hidden garden between her naked legs. Wu Long carefully pressed his thumb against the moist, pink cleft, gently scraping and stirring it. Immediately, water splashed everywhere, covering his fingers. He carefully put it in his mouth to taste; the fragrant scent of the woman's flesh had a faint sweetness.

Wu Long couldn't resist burying his face between her legs, extending his thick tongue to gently scrape and lick Zhong Ling's two plump petals and engorged, hardened clitoris. He then frantically sucked and licked the gushing nectar, which covered his face and mouth, and even wet the hair on his face.

Zhong Ling couldn't withstand such skillful sexual teasing and had completely fallen into the abyss of lust. Her tender skin was pale red, and her beautifully curved, boneless body exuded an alluring fragrance like an aphrodisiac.

Zhong Ling's body, though not enormous, was perfectly shaped like a bamboo shoot; her slender yet voluptuous waist, and her full, proud buttocks, still beautifully shaped like a heart, were the most alluring parts of her body, blatantly stimulating Wu Long's lust.

Zhong Ling's beautiful body was so flawless, her fair skin still so delicate and smooth, beneath which a faint sheen seemed to flow, and to the touch it was so elastic, exuding a charming and seductive allure. Even more captivating was the mysterious valley hidden beneath the lush grass, where, with the unconscious opening and closing of Zhong Ling's exquisite legs, the peach garden, barely concealed, gradually overflowed with the pure, spring-like moisture. Clear as morning dew, crystal clear! Without a word, he parted Zhong Ling's exquisitely sculpted legs. Her face flushed, Zhong Ling softly moaned,

"No…no…ah…"

Her two delicate, snow-white arms were spread open, her slender, jade-like fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Her alluring, long, pink legs stretched and opened repeatedly, her long, white, jade-like toes curling and stiffening. Consumed by lust, Zhong Ling was now moving her alluring, snow-white buttocks up and down, seemingly to cooperate with her boyfriend Wu Long's relentless tongue work, or perhaps to urge him to speed up his movements; she needed more intense and frenzied thrusting and pounding.

Completely naked, with a snow-white, full figure and skin smoother than mutton fat, Zhong Ling's two soft, firm, and unyielding breasts were being violently squeezed and kneaded by Wu Long. Zhong Ling's soul-stirring cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room. Her pretty face was flushed, her alluring eyes were half-closed, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and fragrant breath escaped from her sensual mouth. Her snow-white, full, swollen, and towering breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her rapid breathing, and her devilishly delicate and snow-white body trembled with the afterglow of her orgasm... Wu Long saw this as an opportunity he could not miss. He shifted his gaze to Zhong Ling's high and firm breasts. He stared so closely at Zhong Ling's crystal-clear and delicate breasts. Their perfect hemispherical shape, ivory-white skin, delicate and rounded rosy nipples, and slightly trembling, moving posture all made Wu Long's heart flutter.

He could no longer restrain himself, taking one of Zhong Ling's snow-white breasts into his mouth and frantically licking and sucking it; at the same time, he grasped the other beautiful mound in his hand, caressing it with abandon. Gently parting Zhong Ling's two snow-white and alluring legs, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, he held his unusually thick penis in one hand, using its purplish-red, still steaming shaft to lightly scrape and tease Zhong Ling's two plump, pink, and moist vulvas.

After only twenty seconds, his entire penis was immediately soaked with Zhong Ling's fragrant, milky-white nectar. Wu Long watched Zhong Ling's trembling and throbbing breasts, his erect penis growing thicker and harder. He felt he could no longer endure it, so he stopped licking Zhong Ling's vulva, turned around, and straddled her. Wu Long placed Zhong Ling's legs on his shoulders and began adjusting the angle between his penis and her vulva, preparing for the final, long-awaited thrust. He guided the dragon's head with his hand, slowly but resolutely inserting it into Zhong Ling's little honey pot.

Zhong Ling was already in a semi-conscious, semi-mad state, feeling her legs being lifted high, a position that filled her with shame. She slowly opened her eyes, but was immediately horrified by the sight before her: a bright red penis, as thick as a flashlight, was waving and thrusting towards her perineum! Zhong Ling instinctively moved her petals closer, and the fiery member was inserted to the root.

To Wu Long's surprise, Ling'er's vagina was extremely narrow, with a small entrance, and her clitoris protruded forward, its tip as sharp as a chicken tongue. If the penis were long and thin, it could easily touch the base of the clitoris once it entered. In this situation, Wu Long must not rush in recklessly, otherwise, he could easily injure the woman. The shallowness of the clitoris was a drawback of this kind of instrument. Because it was easy to scratch the itchy spot, the characteristic of this instrument was that the woman could not withstand the ravages, hence the name "delicate flower and tender bud." Unexpectedly, he had encountered another kind of instrument!

"Ah!... It's swollen... It's so swollen... So good!" Zhong Ling cried out as Wu Long's penis was inserted into her petals. Her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but sweat. She clenched her teeth and trembled all over. After the pain subsided, Zhong Ling felt as if there was a red-hot iron rod inside her petals, stirring up and down, making her feel so comfortable. The sensation of tingling, numbness, sourness, and itchiness was incredibly pleasurable. The thick head of his penis, when it went in and out of her petals, quickly rubbed against the tender flesh of her little honey pot, producing such wonderful pleasure! Zhong Ling slowly twisted her waist and turned her buttocks. Wu Long also reached out and kneaded her jade breasts, which were bright red, the size of grapes, beautiful and pleasing to the eye, making them irresistible to touch.

"Finally, she's my brother's woman..."

————————Separation Line——————

"The painted streams and mountains stretch endlessly, the wind still stirs the reeds. The sky recedes into the distance, the water and clouds quiet down, voices echo from the pavilions.

The moonlight and shimmering waves are unpredictable, a jade rainbow lies across the golden scales dancing. Of the five lakes, I now recognize only a small boat, chasing the past.

I recall the past, the fishermen and woodcutters. We once drank together on the clear Songjiang River. This year, it's still the same, a cup of water from Cangpu.

In this universe, I am but a guest, no need to lament where my home is, but the Mid-Autumn Festival, the season is beautiful, the streams and mountains are all my home."

The spacious lake surface shimmered, boats shuttled back and forth, laughter constantly

coming from the boats, it was unclear whose young ladies were going on an outing, the scene was quite lively. Countless scholars and officials stood at the bow, their eyes fixed on the flower boats carrying the young ladies, revealing wolf-like longing. When they approached their ideal flower boats, they suddenly changed their expressions, putting on an upright and aloof appearance, not looking to the side, gently waving their folding fans, reciting poems and composing essays, showing off their elegance.

Several official boats, their curtains drawn, cruised on the lake. Hidden behind these curtains, young ladies of high birth secretly observed the passing, dashing scholars, choosing their favorites.

Suddenly, a strange man appeared before them.

(From Chapter 50 of *The Fallen Dragon World*, Book 1)

Peach blossoms and willows are in full bloom, mandarin ducks

flutter about – it's the most vibrant season in Jiangnan. The vast Taihu Lake, boasting 36,000 hectares, is a picturesque landscape, its waters shimmering and its scenery breathtaking.

White sails crisscross the lake, bobbing gently, while willows sway gracefully along the banks, their branches swaying in the light breeze, adding to the enchanting scene.

However, in recent days, a number of martial arts figures in swift, imposing attire and carrying weapons have suddenly appeared on the once-bright Taihu Lake banks. Their numbers are steadily increasing.

These people arrive in haste, their expressions revealing a hidden tension. Some are in small groups, others alone, whispering amongst themselves, gathering information. This has created a commotion on the once bustling Taihu Lake banks, causing tourists to hesitate and turn back.

As the assembled heroes discussed amongst themselves, another strange man approached along the embankment. He was strange because of his unusual short hair, neither that of the Khitan nor any other ethnic group, and he wore a long blue robe with a strange object wrapped in black cloth on his back. Although not particularly handsome, the way it swayed in the spring breeze gave him an air of refined elegance and captivating charm—it was none other than Wu Long! He ignored the martial arts heroes from all over the land on the embankment, strolling forward as if they were invisible.

Although the assembled heroes were seasoned veterans of the martial world and possessed keen eyesight, they couldn't discern whether this strange man possessed martial arts skills. However, they were all certain that Wu Long's audacity—to stroll among so many martial arts heroes, amidst the lurking atmosphere of impending danger, to come to this dangerous place for a leisurely stroll and enjoy the lake—was no small feat.

Suddenly, a furious neighing of a horse echoed from afar! The heroes were startled and turned around, and Wu Long also stopped and turned back. A hundred feet away, dust billowed and swirled, the sound of hooves like a sudden downpour, clearly indicating more than one horse. However, ahead of the dust cloud, only one swift horse galloped towards them like lightning.

Wu Long focused his gaze and saw a man on horseback, hunched over in his saddle, relentlessly whipping his horse's rump; the man appeared to be seriously injured. The horse was incredibly fast, covering several dozen feet in the blink of an eye, and Wu Long could see the rider and horse about thirty feet behind. More than twenty riders followed at breakneck speed, but the thick dust obscured their clothing and faces.

The assembled heroes quickly made way, except for Wu Long, who remained motionless, seemingly also observing. In the blink of an eye, a swift horse appeared, mane bristling, neighing loudly, kicking up clouds of dust and creating a whistling wind, charging straight towards the silver-clad youth.

The heroes' eyes followed the galloping horse. Only then did they realize that Wu Long was still standing there, frozen in place. Many people gasped in surprise, and several women cried out sharply. Wu Long wasn't truly terrified; he wanted to see who was riding the fast horse. If it was a villain, he would try to stop it.

The horse was galloping too fast. Just as he saw that the rider was a middle-aged man in brown, the horse was already to his right. A low, pained voice rang out from the horse: "Catch..." Before the words were finished, a red figure was already in front of him.

Wu Long didn't bother to pull the horse back; his hand moved with lightning speed, catching the red figure. He found it was wrapped in bright red silk, about the size of a peach. Without time to examine it, he quickly put it into his robes. At the same moment he put the silk bundle inside, the twenty-odd riders who had been pressing in from behind arrived.

He also clearly saw the twenty-odd riders on fast horses, all burly men dressed in black satin tunics, each carrying weapons. Only the rider in front was a charming woman in bright red tunics, with two swords strapped to her back. Before Wu Long could even see her beautiful face clearly, she had already galloped past like lightning.

This sudden turn of events left Wu Long somewhat stunned. Since emerging from Wanjie Valley, he had been practicing martial arts while also enjoying the scenery, traveling very slowly. It had taken him over a month to reach Suzhou. Arriving at the shores of Taihu Lake, the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan filled Wu Long with joy. Walking slowly along the lakeside, Wu Long pondered how to get to Yanziwu Canhe Village. Did he really have to find that little girl, Abi, first? Just then, he saw two people ahead who seemed to be looking for a boat, and Wu Long couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. The two men in front were a tall, imposing figure in a yellow monk's robe, with a dignified appearance, and another dressed as a scholar in a blue robe, reluctantly following the monk. Wu Long recognized them immediately; they were Kumārajīva and Duan Yu. He didn't approach, but simply followed from a distance.

Kumārajīva searched for a long time but couldn't find a single boatman who knew where Canhe Village was. Just as he was worrying, a small boat drifted by on the lake. Kumārajīva called out loudly from afar,

"Boatman, do you know where Canhe Village is?"

Hearing this, the small boat turned and headed towards the shore. As it approached the shore, a young girl in a green robe appeared on the boat, with delicate features and fair skin. The young woman said,

"The name of Canhe Manor is unknown to outsiders. Where do you come from, Master?"

Kumārajīva replied,

"This humble monk is a close friend of Master Murong, and I have come to pay my respects at his grave to fulfill our old promise, and also hoping to catch a glimpse of Young Master Murong's refined character."

The young woman hesitated, then said,

"What a pity! Young Master Murong just left the day before yesterday. If you had come a few days earlier, you would have met him."

Kumārajīva said,

"It is a great pity to have missed meeting Young Master Murong, but this humble monk has traveled thousands of miles from Tibet to pay my respects at Master Murong's grave, to fulfill my long-cherished wish."

The young woman said,

"Master is a good friend of the master. Please have a cup of tea first, and I will inform you."

Kumārajīva asked,

"Young lady, who are you in the master's household? How should I address you?"

The young woman smiled sweetly and said:

“Oh! I am just a little maid of the young master, named Abi. Please don’t be so formal with ‘madam’ and ‘young lady,’ just call me Abi. Master, please board the boat.”

Kumārajīva said respectfully,

“You dare not!” He then led Duan Yu onto the small boat, which did not rock at all, only sinking slightly in the water. Abi smiled slightly at Kumārajīva and Duan Yu, as if praising,

“Truly skillful!”

Just as the boat set off, someone on the shore called out, “Miss, please wait a moment, I am also going to Canhe Manor.” Everyone turned around and saw a young man in green. He did not leap or take a step, but his body naturally floated from the shore to the boat, as light as a falling leaf.

The young man was tall, easily seven feet, yet he landed on the boat without even making a ripple. This immediately changed Kumārajīva's expression. Upon seeing the newcomer, he instantly stood up, arms crossed in front of his chest, ready to unleash his Flaming Blade.

"It's you!"

Wu Long smiled slightly, then swung a punch backward. The punch created ripples in the air, tearing through it to form a visible shockwave. A huge column of water erupted from the water's surface with a loud bang. The immense impact propelled the small boat forward a hundred meters in an instant, causing everyone on board to scream and cling tightly to the hull to avoid falling overboard. Kumārajīva, despite his high level of martial arts, had a major weakness—like Wu Long—he couldn't swim. He too cried out in surprise. Wu Long's two or three consecutive punches propelled the boat over three hundred meters before he finally stopped, saying:

"Master, it's been a long time. What a coincidence! If you want this boat to break apart, feel free to do it. I think you are highly skilled and can swim to shore."

Kumārajīva immediately understood the purpose of Wu Long's two or three punches, and his face turned pale. Duan Yu, having regained his composure, exclaimed joyfully,

"Brother Wu Long!"

It turned out that after escaping from Kumārajīva last time, he was still caught. Kumārajīva had deliberately taken him on a circuitous journey for over a month to avoid being tracked by the Dali masters. It was quite a coincidence that he had encountered Wu Long again. Wu Long laughed and said,

"Haha, don't worry. With me here, this great monk can't hurt you, and you don't need to worry about being cremated."

Kumārajīva snorted but remained silent. He knew the martial arts were strange and the close-combat ability was terrifying. In the confined space of the small boat, he was no match for the man. Moreover, judging from the two punches he had just delivered, the man had clearly mastered a formidable fist technique. How could the man know this when he couldn't swim? Damn it, he'd decide once they reached the shore!

Abi was secretly annoyed to see Wu Long board the boat on his own and asked, "And who are you?"

Wu Long didn't care and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "I was invited by Elder Murong to retrieve some samples from Canhe Manor." Without waiting for Abi's reply, he sat down to

the side. Abi was even angrier, but remembering the power of Wu Long's three punches, she was terrified and dared not retaliate. After a few thoughts raced through her mind, she ignored the three men, picked up the oar, and rowed the boat, humming a Jiangnan folk song as she did so. Then, Abi began to sing softly: "On this auspicious day of the Second Festival, in a thousand courtyards, I see swallows fluttering in pairs. The phoenix's nest is secure, a neighbor indeed. Why does the mist of the Xiang River arrive so late? They wander into the red pavilion, flying low over the green banks, their song dust swirling lightly against the painted

beams . For whom do they return, for whom do they come? The master's kindness

is profound, the beaded curtain is rolled up." Hao, hearing her gentle and graceful voice, was deeply moved. Her voice, clear and melodious, was like a new nightingale emerging from a valley, or swallows returning to their nests. Each line had seven characters, each stanza dozens of lines, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes high, sometimes low; the transitions in melody were endless, surpassing all other songs, truly a masterpiece. Wu Long thought to himself: Murong Fu is indeed an extraordinary figure. Although Azhu had never seen his two maids, he imagined that those who could make a great hero like Qiao Feng pledge his life to them must be as clever and charming as fairies. "This little Abi, regardless of anything else, just her voice alone, would make her a dazzling star in the 21st century. She would become a hugely popular singer." *

Clap clap clap*

—Wu Long clapped his hands and said,

"Beautiful! Miss Abi's singing voice is truly exceptional."

Abi loved singing folk songs, and hearing Wu Long's praise, she was overjoyed. Her impression of him completely changed. She said,

"Young master, you flatter me. I'm not that good."

Duan Yu also shook his head and said,

"Sister Abi does indeed have a beautiful voice."

Wu Long chuckled inwardly. Duan Yu was a smooth talker, and being a bit of a fool, he was indeed very attractive to girls. At this moment, Abi noticed the violin on Wu Long's back and felt a bit curious. She asked, "Sir, is that a pipa on your back? Why does it look so strange, like a gourd?"

Knowing that this young girl was skilled in music, Wu Long's competitive spirit was ignited. He said, "Miss Abi has a good eye. This is indeed a musical instrument, but it's not a pipa." He

then took the violin from his back, rested it on his cheek, and placed the bow, saying, "The piece you just played was very beautiful. How about I play it again? I'll make a fool of myself."

Wu Long was well-versed in music theory, and the piece he had just played was very short, so he knew it by heart. He played it again, and it had a different feel to it, gentle yet tinged with sadness. Duan Yu

stared wide-eyed at Wu Long, saying, "I never expected my elder brother to have such skill. It's truly enviable." Abi

nodded in approval, her eyes revealing her eagerness to see the violin. Wu Long handed it to her, and Abi, mimicking Wu Long's posture, placed it against her cheek, but her position was somewhat awkward. Wu Long helped her adjust it, his hand accidentally brushing against her smooth, rosy cheek.

Abi blushed, lowering her eyes demurely, appearing extremely gentle, and whispered, "This...this is not easy to handle, I'll listen to you play, sir!" She then handed the violin back to Wu Long.

Wu Long laughed,

"Since that's the case, I'll make a fool of myself." "

After adjusting the tone, he played 'The Butterfly Lovers.' The beautiful music seemed to surge from everyone's hearts. This classic love story, passed down for thousands of years, deeply moved even Kumārajīva. Wu Long began to sing: '

Flowers bloom and fade endlessly,

year after year I seek immortal traces among the flowers;

Tears shed at the Jade Pool, I turn to butterflies in sorrow,

in heaven and on earth I accompany you;

In this life, I cannot share with my soulmate, day

and night I hide my sorrow;

My classmates have long pledged their hearts to each other,

at the pavilion we will meet again to express our feelings;

Alas, at eighteen, when we parted,

you did not know I was a woman,

you did not understand my deep affection;

I lingered at the pavilion, unwilling to part,

how could I bear to live alone after your death;

My soul has already transformed into butterflies in heaven,

may we fly together and contend for eternal spring.

' This timeless masterpiece deeply attracted A'Zhu. The little girl was captivated by the poignant and beautiful love story, and couldn't help but shed tears, her emotions overflowing. Duan Yu was also deeply moved, saying:

"The Great Song Dynasty is indeed a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, possessing countless wonderful things. This song is so beautiful; I seem to feel a sense of helpless sadness. However, the folk songs of Dali are hardly refined." "

Actually, every ethnic group has its own music, and the styles of music are also unique. This is because music itself is an accumulation and sedimentation of a nation's culture. The development history of each ethnic group is different, and their musical styles are also different. The songs of the grassland peoples are bold and expansive, while the songs of Jiangnan are melodious and graceful..."

Wu Long spoke eloquently, and Abi listened with rapt attention. Suddenly, she blinked her bright eyes and looked at Kumārajīva, saying,

"Master, you are in Tibet. I wonder what the songs of Tibet are like?"

Wu Long found it amusing. Asking Kumārajīva, a great monk, to talk about music was like

casting pearls before swine. Sure enough, Kumārajīva's face showed displeasure, and he snorted coldly, saying, "In Tibet, all kinds of scriptures and knowledge are as numerous as the stars in the sky and the cattle and sheep running on the ground. Of course, the music is excellent." "It's just that this humble monk is foolish, having only learned scriptures and martial arts."

He didn't elaborate on the specifics of its merits, but Wu Long knew. Wu Long smiled and said, "Actually, the songs of the National Preceptor's people are also very beautiful. I once heard a very beautiful Tibetan song, but that song requires someone with a very bright and high-pitched voice to truly capture the essence of the Tibetan plateau."

Wu Long wasn't trying to flatter Kumārajīva; he was just showing off. Wu Long was always one to flaunt his talents, especially in front of girls.

Sure enough, Abi's eyes lit up, and she said sweetly, "Sir, could you sing it once?"

Wu Long smiled and said, "Then I can only lower my voice. I can't reach that high pitch, so I'll lose that high-altitude feeling. You can only hear the general melody."

Abi urged, "The melody is fine too, sir, please sing!"

Wu Long then lowered his voice and sang Li Na's signature song, "Mount Everest." His words were merely modesty; he could now control all his muscles, and changing his voice was incredibly easy, so he sang it with perfect flavor. Abi savored the performance. Kumārajīva looked at Wu Long, his eyes holding an inexplicable light, and murmured, "Mount Everest, Mount Everest..." "

Goddess."

"Indeed, Mr. Wu, I didn't expect you to know about our Tibetan goddess. If Mr. Yun ever visits Tibet, I will certainly treat you to our finest butter tea." Kumārajīva was still immersed in the awe of Mount Everest, completely forgetting their current antagonism.

The boat traveled for nearly two hours, and around noon, a corner of a flying eaves appeared amidst the green willows in the distance. The boat glided straight into the willow shade, and upon reaching the nearby shore, a wooden ladder made of branches descended to the water. Abi tied the small boat to a tree and turned back with a smile, "Please come ashore."

One by one, the group stepped ashore and saw four or five scattered houses built on the small island. The houses were small and elegant. The plaque above read "Qin Yun" (琴韵, meaning "the sound of the zither").

Kumārajīva looked around and asked, "Is this the Yanwu Canhe Manor?"

Abi shook her head and said, "No. This is where the young master gave me to stay. It's a small place and really can't accommodate distinguished guests. However, this master said he was going to pay respects at the tomb of Lord Murong, and this young master said he was going to Canhe Manor to retrieve something. I, a mere maid, cannot make that decision. I can only ask you all to wait here while I go ask Sister Azhu."

Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva was indignant, and his face darkened slightly. Back in Tibet, he was the Protector of the Nation, a position of immense prestige. Not only was he highly respected by the Tibetan king, but even the emperor of the Song Dynasty treated him with the courtesy due to a state guest. He never expected that this little maid would not invite him to the main hall for a grand reception, but instead take him to a maid's secluded courtyard. It was truly infuriating.

Wu Long, however, had anticipated this, and far from being angry, he was quite eager to see how A Zhu and A Bi would perform their spear tricks, and also to witness A Zhu's astonishing skill in disguise.

A Bi led the three into the house. Upon arriving in the hall, A Bi invited everyone to sit down, and servants served tea and pastries. Wu Long lifted the lid of the teacup, and saw that the pale green tea contained small, dark green tea leaves floating in it, like tiny beads. Wu Long, being a southerner, naturally recognized the tea, which stirred a sense of homesickness within him. He couldn't help but murmur, "Taihu Biluochun."

(Chapter 51, "Two Pretty Maids' Spring Affections,"

Part 1 )

Duan Yu, hearing this and looking at the tea in his cup, exclaimed, "Brother Wu, what a literary talent you have! You've given this tea such an elegant and fitting name."

Wu Long was greatly surprised and was about to say that this tea's name had existed in Jiangnan since ancient times when he heard Abi beside him say,

"Taihu Biluochun, indeed a fine name. We must thank you, young master, for bestowing this name upon us." He pondered for a moment, then understood. He realized that during the Northern Song Dynasty, this tea wasn't yet called Biluochun; now, because of him, it had acquired its name—a historical ambiguity indeed.

Wu Long saw Kumārajīva pick up his teacup and suddenly remembered a story he had read before about Buddhist koans. Pointing to the teacup, he solemnly said to Kumārajīva,

"All things in the universe are contained within this."

Kumārajīva, upon hearing this, immediately understood that Wu Long was testing his Buddhist knowledge. After a moment's thought, he suddenly threw the teacup out the window. With a flick of his right hand, a burst of fiery energy shot out, shattering the teacup above the pond outside the window. Turning back, he demanded, "And where are all things in the universe?"

Wu Long had only acted on a whim, but he hadn't expected Kumārajīva to react the same way as the high monk in the story. He chuckled inwardly, shook his head, and sighed, "What a pity for such a fine cup of tea."

Kumārajīva paused, then suddenly understood, secretly admiring Wu Long's profound Buddhist knowledge. He lowered his head in thought, saying nothing more.

In truth, Wu Long had never understood the meaning of the story; he had only used it to tease Kumārajīva. The others present were even more confused about what the two were talking about.

Half a day later, after Wu Long and Duan Yu had tasted all the tea and pastries, Kumārajīva said, "In that case, please go and inform your sister A'Zhu."

A'Bi said, "A'Zhu's residence is still twenty or thirty li away by waterway, and it's too late tonight. The three of you can stay here for the night, and I will take the four of you to 'Listening to Fragrance Pavilion' early tomorrow morning." Kumārajīva said

, "If I had known this, wouldn't it have been more convenient for you to take us directly to Listening to Fragrance Pavilion?"

A'Bi smiled and said, "There are few guests here. It's not easy to meet the three of you, so of course we should let you stay for a day."

Kumārajīva was furious: "Master Murong was very polite to me back then, and you, a little girl, dare to tease me?"

Just then, an old man with white hair and beard came out from the back hall, leaning on a cane, and said, "A'Bi, who is shouting here?"

Kumārajīva said, "What is your relationship to the Murong family, sir?"

The old man said, "I am the young master's old servant. I heard that the master was a good friend of our late master. What are your orders?"

"I must tell you my matter in person when I see you, young master."

"That's unfortunate. Your master left the day before yesterday and may not return for another day."

"Where has your master gone?"

The old man turned his head, tapped his forehead, and said, "Well, I'm getting senile. It seems to be Western Xia, or some Liao Kingdom, or perhaps Tibet, or maybe Dali."

Kumārajīva snorted, displeased, knowing the old man was feigning senility, and said, "In that case, I won't wait any longer. Please have the steward take me to pay my respects at Mr. Murong's grave to honor our old friend."

The old man shook his hands, saying, "I can't make that decision." He turned to Wu Long and asked, "What brings you here, young master?"

Wu Long knew the old man was A'Zhu in disguise, and upon closer inspection, there was no flaw in his disguise. He was amazed. Seeing her ask him, knowing she was deliberately trying to make things difficult, he laughed and said,

"Mr. Murong asked me to retrieve something. There's no need to trouble you, old man, with this matter; I will fulfill Mr. Murong's request myself."

A'Zhu was clearly taken aback that Wu Long would use Murong Bo to cover for her, and was momentarily speechless.

Kumārajīva, standing nearby, angrily said,

"Since you can't make the decision, go and find someone who can."

Hearing this, the old man turned and left, muttering as he went,

"These days, there are all kinds of bad people in the world. They pretend to be monks or Taoists to beg for alms and cheat people. What haven't I seen? I won't fall for it."

Duan Yu laughed out loud. Kumārajīva was furious but couldn't show it.

After a while, an old lady emerged from the inner hall, dressed in a bronze satin jacket and skirt, with jade bracelets on her wrists and her hair adorned with jewels, exuding elegance and nobility. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was being supported by others, seemingly unable to see anything.

Abi whispered to the three, "This is Master Murong's aunt. When Master's friends come, they all kowtow to the old lady. When the young master is not here, everything must be done by consulting the old lady."

The old lady walked shakily to the hall and said, "Abi, who has come? Why don't they greet me?"

Abi quickly gestured to the three and whispered, "Quickly kowtow, don't anger the old lady."

Kumārajīva had no choice but to say, "Greetings, Old Madam. This humble monk greets you." As he spoke, he pressed his hands to the ground three times, making a thumping sound, as if kowtowing. Abi, seeing this, couldn't help but secretly stick out her tongue, thinking to herself, "What a formidable monk!

" Wu Long smiled slightly, stood up, and followed suit, saying, "Greetings to the Old Madam." He crossed his arms, his right hand hidden in his sleeve, and flicked three fingers, also making three sounds. Although he exerted force from a distance, just like Kumārajīva, Wu Long remained composed, his hands concealed within his sleeves, so no one could see his movements. His skill level was naturally a level higher than the former. Kumārajīva was filled with doubt and suspicion:

"Could this person also know the Formless Finger Technique?"

In truth, Wu Long was merely using his powerful explosive force to create sound by stirring the air; his internal energy could not be projected outwards, so even if he possessed the finger technique, he couldn't use

it. The old woman said, "Good, good. Nowadays, there are many cunning people and few honest people in the world. Even when kowtowing, some wicked individuals will pretend to be wise, trying to fool this old woman who can't see. You two children are very good, your kowtowing is very loud." Duan Yu

couldn't help but chuckle, but he respectfully kowtowed.

Wu Long, hearing the old woman disguised as A'Zhu mocking him, was prepared:

"The old woman is right. These days, there are many cunning people, and deception is even more prevalent. Even people can be faked, so what can't be faked?"

He looked at her with a half-smile. A'Zhu was secretly alarmed. Her disguise had never been flawless before, yet today it had been seen through. She dared not entertain the idea of teasing Wu Long anymore. She and A'Bi simply put up a fight

and made excuses to Kumārajīva. Kumārajīva was no ordinary man. After a moment's thought, he knew that the other party was deliberately making things difficult. He did not argue with the two of them and said, "I have brought the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual that was used to worship Master Murong. I dare to go to your esteemed residence's 'Returning Water Pavilion' to view the books, in accordance with the old agreement."

The old lady said,

"What sword manual? Let us see if it is real or fake first."

Kumārajīva pointed at Duan Yu and said,

"This young master Duan has the complete sword manual in his heart. He is a living sword manual."

A'Bi said, "It is young master Duan's business if he remembers it. Even if we are going to see the books, it is young master Duan who goes. What does it have to do with the master?" She saw that among the three, only Duan Yu was the kindest and most polite, so she said this.

Kumārajīva said, "To fulfill my vow, this humble monk will cremate Young Master Duan before Master Murong's tomb."

A'Zhu and A'Bi were greatly shocked upon hearing this. A'Zhu said, "If, as Master says, Young Master Duan can wield the Six Meridians Divine Sword, how could he have been subdued by you? I think he's lying ninety percent of the time. If you want me to believe you, you'll have to let Young Master Duan demonstrate his swordsmanship for everyone to see."

Kumārajīva released several of Duan Yu's acupoints and said, "Young Master Duan, please." With a gentle touch, he used his left hand to send Duan Yu to the courtyard outside the hall. He then gathered his power in his right hand, unleashing a fiery slash aimed directly at Duan Yu. Duan Yu understood the situation and refused to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword to retaliate. Kumārajīva was surprised by Duan Yu's defiance and was also greatly shocked. Not wanting to kill him so easily, he quickly raised his hand and, with a swish, sliced off a few strands of Duan Yu's hair.

"Hmph! Since Young Master Duan is unwilling to make a move, this humble monk will have to kill one of us first to establish his authority."

With that, Kumārajīva suddenly swung his hand at Abi, deliberately slowing his pace to lure Duan Yu to her aid. Seeing Kumārajīva's intention to harm Abi, Azhu screamed and swung her staff at Kumārajīva's back, her movements incredibly agile in her desperate struggle. Kumārajīva laughed, "So that's how it is. How long do you intend to deceive this monk, little girl?"

He clenched his fist, aiming straight for Azhu's face. At the critical moment, Kumārajīva suddenly felt a terrifying force strike him. Their fists collided, and he involuntarily took a half-step back. It was Wu Long's thunderous strike. Knowing that his opponent's martial arts were no less than his own, Kumārajīva dared not act rashly.

Wu Long laughed,

"Why bother arguing with a few little girls, Master?"

Jiu Mozhi snorted but didn't answer. His right palm, however, was secretly gathering internal energy in his sleeve. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed out diagonally, his entire body's power concentrated in his palm—a move from the "Flame Blade" technique. This move was silent and undetectable; Wu Long only sensed it when it was right in front of him. Wu Long felt a powerful pressure coming from the air in front of him and sighed inwardly:

"This monk is getting worse with age, resorting to underhanded tactics instead of open attacks. Although this move is intended as a sneak attack, Wu Long is confident he can dodge it. However, if he dodges, the 'Flaming Blade' might harm the girls behind him. Besides, given Wu Long's personality, why would he push it away? A head-on collision shows true heroism; what's wrong with letting the storm rage even more fiercely?"

Thinking this, Wu Long's actions were unaffected. He roared, his right palm transforming into a fist, striking out like a raging storm. The air crackled with rapid, powerful blows. The people in the hall heard deafening booms—the sound of the fist tearing through the air—followed by thuds—as the 'Air-Piercing Fist' met the 'Flaming Blade.' The two forces collided with astonishing power, instantly creating a whirlwind in the hall, causing light objects to fall to the ground. Wang Yuyan and the others were terrified and couldn't help but scream "Ah!" several times.

Their attacks were evenly matched, and how could they stop after one strike? Both charged forward simultaneously, putting Kumārajīva at a significant disadvantage. How many in Tianlong could match Wu Long's modern fighting style combined with the "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique)?

Kumārajīva, as expected of a top-tier master in Tianlong, possessed extremely rich experience. Although his movement technique was inferior to Wu Long's, he could compensate with his moves. The seventy-two Shaolin arts were unleashed one after another—fist techniques, body techniques, leg techniques, and finger techniques flowed effortlessly. His moves were endless and overwhelming, dazzling the eyes and instilling fear. An ordinary martial artist would have been defeated long ago by this onslaught, but who was Wu Long? Just look at him… With movements as swift as a rainbow, Wu Long's fists and feet clashed with Kumārajīva's. Kumārajīva initially tried to parry, but after suffering a few setbacks and realizing the strength of Wu Long's body, he sought a different approach, unleashing a barrage of finger strikes, aiming to break through defenses with specific points. Wu Long, however, always struck first, forcing Kumārajīva to change his moves mid-strike. Wu Long, while fighting, couldn't help but marvel at the sheer number of techniques this foreign monk possessed, none of them ordinary.

Watching the two fight fiercely, the audience in the hall was dazzled and secretly astonished; these two were highly skilled in martial arts, yet remained unknown in the martial arts world. At this point, their movements became increasingly rapid, almost obscuring their figures from view. After fighting for about two more hours, suddenly Wu Long launched a leg into the air. Kumārajīva blocked it with his hand, but the kick was incredibly powerful. Even Kumārajīva's hasty "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique failed to stop it. The entire person was sent flying by the kick, but in their eyes, Kumārajīva seemed to be leaping into the air. Wu Long pushed off the ground with both legs, and a crisp sound rang out. They were all horrified by the destructive power of Wu Long's

kick, their faces turning pale. Wu Long quickly leaped to Kumārajīva's side, raised his knee, and Kumārajīva bent down to block. At that moment, everyone saw an extremely strange move. Wu Long clasped his fists together and unleashed a strike as

fierce as a raging dragon and tiger. With a "bang," his fists slammed heavily into Kumārajīva's back. Like a falling meteor, Kumārajīva was slammed to the ground, causing the ground to shake and dust to billow up. Kumārajīva's internal strength was indeed extremely profound. Although injured, he quickly rose from the ground and looked at Wu Long, asking, "Where did you learn your moves from?" "Master, the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts can be divided into thirty-six hard skills and thirty-six soft skills. Each skill requires five or six years of practice for an ordinary person to master, and thirty or forty years for mastery. Yet you, Master, have mastered all seventy-two Shaolin Arts that ordinary people cannot learn. If most of the Shaolin monks heard this, wouldn't they all want to kill themselves?

" "This humble monk is unworthy, only possessing a slight understanding of each!" Kumārajīva said humbly, though inwardly displeased, Wu Long's words pleased him greatly. A smug look appeared on his face.

Wu Long cupped his hands and said,

“Since that’s the case, I have a question for you, Master. Please forgive me! The Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts are called ‘ultimate arts’ because each one has its own unique and extraordinary aspects. I have learned two or three of them from the Shaolin manual you have, so I have firsthand experience with them. Since Bodhidharma’s eastward journey and the gradual development of these seventy-two arts, Shaolin Temple has held the reins of the martial arts world for hundreds of years, which shows how extraordinary these seventy-two arts are. Even if an ordinary person learns just one of them to perfection, it would be enough to make them invincible in the martial arts world. Each of these seventy-two arts is an ultimate art, and there are as many as seventy-two of them. Since you have already mastered all seventy-two Shaolin arts, why do you need to ask for more martial arts manuals?”

Kumārajīva listened patiently to his words. He had been praising the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts the whole time and couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. But now, after hearing his last sentence… Kumārajīva's expression changed slightly, but quickly returned to normal. He then smiled and said,

"As the saying goes, 'A skill is never a burden.' Young master, did you come here with the same intention as this humble monk?"

Wu Long, hearing his rhetorical question, laughed and replied,

"Indeed, a skill is never a burden, but if it's all tedious or even useless skills, then it's superfluous, and might even cause harm, troubling oneself instead. My purpose here is indeed the same as yours, Master, but there are also differences!"

Kumārajīva listened to his words, pondering for a moment before returning to his senses and asking, "What are the differences between your and this humble monk's purposes?"

Wu Long said, "While I have come here to learn some skills, my primary purpose is to provide reference and compare them with my own created fist style. This will allow me to identify the weaknesses and shortcomings of my own style and make improvements. Furthermore, I hope to draw upon the strengths of various schools and styles, integrating their essence into my own fist style to make it more perfect and refined. In fact, I have always believed that only martial arts created by oneself are truly suitable for oneself. Others' martial arts are created by their creators according to their own conditions,

but the conditions of those who learn them later are not necessarily the same." "The only way to truly master a martial art is to match its creator's physical attributes. Many exquisite martial arts have thus been lost. Therefore, I believe that mastering a martial art doesn't necessarily depend on a person's innate talent, but rather on how closely their physical condition matches the creator's. If their physical conditions are perfectly aligned, then later learners can master the art. Conversely, if not, they won't!"

This statement astonished Kumārajīva, as Wu Long's new martial arts theory completely overturned his preconceived notions. The success of learning a martial art didn't depend on the learner's innate talent or comprehension, but on how closely their physical attributes matched those of the creator. This was a view he had never heard of before, leaving him momentarily stunned. After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh and put his palms together with Wu Long, saying,

"Young Master's insights into martial arts are truly extraordinary, yet they seem to make great sense. This humble monk is finding it difficult to choose!"

Wu Long smiled and said, "My moves are a fusion of my own characteristics. Only what is uniquely yours can unleash its full power! Take, for example, the Flaming Blade that you created yourself, Master. In my opinion, it is no less powerful than the Six Meridian Divine Sword of the Dali Duan family!"

Kumārajīva was stunned again. His self-created Flaming Blade was no less powerful than the Six Meridian Divine Sword. If that was the case, why should he painstakingly try to learn the Six Meridian Divine Sword? He could simply master his own Flaming Blade. He had been busy trying to acquire all sorts of martial arts techniques, even breaking many Buddhist precepts in the process. But in the end, this person was telling him that his own was already very powerful, so why bother trying to learn others' techniques? This completely overturned all his theories. He always believed that the skills created by the masters of the past were the best and most powerful, but little did he know that his own creation was no less impressive than theirs.

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