[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Swordsman) (Complete) - 28

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The first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter 119: The Passion of Parting, The Temptation of the Child Granny.

Wu Long gazed at Ruan Xingzhu's flawless, alluring body. Her fair skin was still so delicate and smooth, her porcelain-like skin seemingly glowing beneath a gentle touch. It was so elastic to the touch, exuding a captivating and alluring charm.

Even more alluring was the mysterious valley hidden beneath the lush grass, where, with the unconscious opening and closing of the beautiful woman's legs, the spring water of her hidden paradise seemed to overflow. Wu Long's hands ceaselessly caressed the beautiful woman's exquisite body, while his eyes slyly stared at Ruan Xingzhu's mysterious, tender pink slit, feeling it already incredibly wet. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke that sacred place with his fingers.

A wave of intense, tingling itch washed over Ruan Xingzhu, her Eden-like arousal causing her to involuntarily raise her head, gasp for breath, her delicate brows furrowed, her eyes glazed, and she let out a soul-stirring moan. Then, she slumped weakly into Wu Long's arms, completely at his mercy.

Wu Long slowly, tremblingly, reached out and caressed Ruan Xingzhu's glistening, moist breasts, gently touching, kneading, pushing, and teasing them.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and kissed her cherry-red lips, gently using his tongue to pry open her teeth, sucking on her timid nipples, their lips and tongues entwined in a passionate embrace. Only then, satisfied, did he decide to expand his territory, gently biting her pink, delicious cherry, kissing, teasing, and sucking incessantly, savoring its growth and development in his mouth; listening with smug satisfaction to Ruan Xingzhu's passionate yet shy moans.

His restless right hand gently caressed Ruan Xingzhu's legs, which she tried to keep closed, feeling her delicate skin tremble slightly. A few unconscious moans escaped from her cherry lips and jade throat. When she involuntarily parted slightly in response to the stimulation, he thrust in, gently stroking the inner thighs of Ruan Xingzhu's tender skin, and unintentionally teasing her slightly parted, slightly moist pink clitoris. This caused the radiant, glistening clitoris to shyly peek out, eliciting a satisfied sigh and soft, weak panting from Ruan Xingzhu.

As Wu Long gently kneaded and caressed Ruan Xingzhu's soft, moist, secluded valley, the entire valley contracted and writhed with his movements. The pink pearls that were faintly peeking out swelled even more, standing erect in the overflowing jade liquid within Ruan Xingzhu's valley. It was like a delicate flower unfolding in the warm spring sun finally bearing abundant fruit, so tender and alluring, exuding endless temptation, simply intoxicating! At this moment, Ruan Xingzhu's exquisitely beautiful face was covered with a shy, blushing red. A few fine beads of sweat clung to the tip of her pink and jade-like nose. Her cherry-like mouth was slightly open, revealing her white lips gently biting her tender red lips, and a few seductive moans escaped from deep in her throat.

A pair of slender, jade-like hands hung limply at her sides: sometimes unconsciously and futilely pushing away Wu Long's groping hands that were ravaging her body, or perhaps guiding him to penetrate and tease her sensitive body more deeply and appropriately; sometimes trembling, she caressed her proud, erect breasts, rubbing and squeezing the red plum blossoms that stood proudly blooming on the snowy peaks, moistening and stimulating them to make them even more vivid and alluring; sometimes she raised her hands high above her reclining head, lightly lifting a few strands of her cloud-like black hair that were scattered on the jade pillow, easily creating a few hazy and charming looks; sometimes she returned to her jade-like body, gently rubbing her long and beautiful thighs, or sliding down and grabbing the cloud-like silk quilt beneath her due to sudden stimulation! Overwhelmed

with emotion and infinite shyness, Ruan Xingzhu could no longer resist the surging waves of pleasure, and her small, rosy lips groaned "Mmm... Mmm..."

At the same time, Ruan Xingzhu's sensitive and blushing body trembled instantly. Her originally flawless white face was instantly covered with a layer of rosy blush, and her snow-white, crystal-clear breasts heaved rapidly, her jade-like areolas turning a delicate peach-pink. Her legs, which had unconsciously tightened, weakly parted slightly! Wu Long couldn't help but reach out his fingers, gently touching and teasing her delicate pink pearl, thoroughly feeling its smoothness and moisture. Ruan Xingzhu's enchanting moans lingering in his ears made his blood boil; Wu Long's fingers continued to wander around, touching a pink jade stream that trembled and throbbed, sucking at his invading fingers.

Following the crevice, Ruan Xingzhu's secret valley was deep and smooth; the pink cleft was thin and long, and the spring water inside flowed continuously, running down the roots of her slender legs, covering the white and smooth skin on both sides of her thighs. The entire valley was filled with the flow of the stream, so much so that her entire jade-like body exuded a fragrant and intoxicating scent. Wu Long could no longer restrain himself and thrust into her body violently. Ruan Xingzhu endured the pain, her flushed cheeks, swollen nose, half-bitten lips, and muffled moans making her look even more beautiful.

Wu Long's heart fluttered, and he increased the speed of his thrusts, waves of electric-like tingling sensations spreading throughout his body. Ruan Xingzhu, on the other hand, panted heavily, letting out loud moans, and involuntarily arched her upper body, exposing her breasts. The wind chimes blew, and in the hazy light of the water, Ruan Xingzhu's face, like a lotus flower, displayed complex changes. Her hazy eyes, half-closed and half-open, once again revealed her desire. One slender hand gripped the sheets tightly, expressing her inner desire. Her delicate eyebrows arched and relaxed, and soft moans filled the air. Her cherry lips parted at an angle, their curves exquisitely alluring…

“So beautiful!” Ruan Xingzhu finally abandoned all restraint, letting out a soft moan. She was finally experiencing the pleasure of intimacy…

The best was yet to come. As long as this lecherous man unleashed his power, you would be breathtakingly beautiful…” Wu Long teased her again with a smile.

“You’re so glib and indecent!” Ruan Xingzhu said shyly.

Wu Long thrust forward triumphantly, smiling as he said, “Want to try?”

“Come on!” Ruan Xingzhu said shyly, her cheeks flushed crimson, as radiant as a sunset.

Wu Long teased her further, asking, “Baby, do you feel like you own the whole world?” She

turned her cherry lips and gave Wu Long a quick, disdainful glance—a captivating and alluring pose, a blend of reproach and resentment. Her beauty was both gentle and charming, a mature allure tinged with a youthful shyness—truly a breathtaking and mesmerizing sight.

Wu Long received no answer. He thrust a few more times forcefully and asked, "Isn't it?"

"Ah! Yes," Ruan Xingzhu pleaded sweetly, "Husband, please...please let me soar to the heavens!" "This is the call of love, the yearning of affection, the need of desire, the unbridled lust...

Wu Long straightened up, lightly leading his warhorse and spear into the pass. His steed, head raised and neighing, had reached the starting line, a long, arduous journey, like a thousand hooves racing. Ruan Xingzhu, panting heavily, swung one long, shapely leg in the air, while the other hooked around Wu Long's neck, a posture that left her entrance wide open.

Wu Long thrust in, into the slippery, tender passage of spring, causing her to gasp softly. Amidst a warbling of a nightingale and a phoenix's cry, she..." Her body trembled, her neck shook, her breath was shaky, her voice was long and drawn out like a sob, her moans were like the long song of a nightingale, greedily craving this softness and becoming dizzy and intoxicated. Ruan Xingzhu retreated and opened her mouth, advanced and groaned. Her cherry lips opened and closed, twisting and turning, her moans changing from soft whimpers to whimpers. Her cries changed from muffled groans to teeth-clenched, melodious, delicate cries, captivating and soul-stirring, exquisitely beautiful. Before long, her waist twisted and her hips swayed, her breasts trembled, her eyes were hazy with intoxication, she lightly bit her cherry lips, and breathed heavily. Only the fragrance of orchids filled the air, and it was clear that her soul had been swept away, her bones and flesh were melting...

"I'm dying..." she moaned softly, as if in a dream, the pain, numbness, tingling, and itching causing her to climax three times in a row.

Wu Long felt waves of pleasure, like climbing mountains and soaring through the clouds, rising and falling, higher and higher. He reached forward with both hands, grasped her breasts, and vigorously kneaded and thrust. Like a green dragon playing in a clear pool, waves surged and crashed.

The sounds of "splashing" were incessant. It was the outward expression of music, the harmonious sound of zither and lute. A chill ran through him, and his semen poured out, filling her flower core. With the last chill, he desperately pressed her legs forward to his shoulders and hugged her tightly.

The joy of fish and water, the pleasure of life...

Xingzhu, does it feel good? "Wu Long asked with no small amount of pride.

"Mmm..." Ruan Xingzhu answered shyly, her brows showing even more charm, yet she was even more beautiful and captivating.

“But I’m not satisfied yet… Look here… It’s still hard… Touch it…”

“Ah! Husband… You’re so naughty…” Ruan Xingzhu exclaimed in surprise, and Wu Long came up to her again. Wu Long became excited, and grabbed Ruan Xingzhu’s fair thighs with both hands. Ruan Xingzhu’s slender and beautiful figure, coupled with her pair of incomparably beautiful jade legs, lay curled up on the big bed, so pitiful and shy, as if she was expecting a lecherous devil to come and do his thing, to destroy her beauty… Wu Long roughly pressed down on Ruan Xingzhu’s flawless, crystal-clear, soft and delicate naked body.

He gently parted her jade legs, and gently turned Ruan Xingzhu over, making her lie on her side, straightening her slender jade legs and slightly arching her calves like the moon, revealing the mysterious and sacred valley that aroused imagination. In such a beautiful moment, Wu Long’s heart completely melted, and his eyes were completely dazed. His hands, gentle yet slightly hurried, roamed over Ruan Xingzhu's entire body, caressing and teasing her incessantly.

Lying on her side, Ruan Xingzhu's exquisitely beautiful body, imbued with the spirit of nature, was even more alluring, her curves undulating like mountains. Her pert buttocks were slightly upturned, full and tempting; her slender waist swayed gently, seemingly fragile beyond repair; her pink navel was lovely, with a shallow dimple; her two white, smooth breasts lay flat against each other, a few strands of loose, satin-like black hair cascading down, partially obscuring them, revealing two rosy nipples amidst the contrast of black and white, displaying a captivating and alluring charm.

One hand pressed against her slender waist, the other kneading the tender red buds at the tips of her breasts, his erection attacking her from the side. Gently advancing, he softly pushed into the deep, secluded peach garden. Clearly, the valley's flower path was extremely tight and narrow. Wu Long, however, was very patient, not rushing in, but slowly grinding and rotating, gradually widening her tight secret passage.

Wu Long, with vigorous yet gentle movements, used all his tender techniques, inching forward towards the mysterious depths of Ruan Xingzhu's exquisitely beautiful body. In the repeated thrusting and tight squeezing, Wu Long fully enjoyed the intoxicating pleasure of being intimately connected and entwined with the breathtakingly beautiful body beneath him! Ruan Xingzhu's sacred, virginal passage—its tightness, smoothness, fullness, and warmth… a surge of intense and real ecstasy washed over him, making him lose all sense of time and place.

"Clap! Clap!"

The drumbeats rose again, the crisp, loud sounds of impact echoing in the room like the rapid hoofbeats of horses.

Wu Long quickly changed the position of the beautiful woman beneath him. He flipped Ruan Xingzhu over, placing her weight on her bent knees, positioning her in a kneeling position. He carefully examined Ruan Xingzhu's high, round, snowy buttocks, forcefully spreading them apart to expose the honeypot hidden deep within her cleft, then continued his thrusting from behind.

The fresh, beautiful, and vibrant naked body ultimately could not escape defilement; moreover, Ruan Xingzhu's manipulated petals had long since escaped her own control. Her lust began to rise, and the stunningly beautiful Ruan Xingzhu tilted her head back, her naked body arching upwards repeatedly, struggling to endure the intense, burning sensation of penetration. Deeply inside Ruan Xingzhu, Wu Long slid his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with hers, then sucking fiercely.

Ruan Xingzhu felt as if her tongue was about to break, while simultaneously feeling the deep penetration slowly withdrawing, yet strangely, she felt a sense of reluctance.

When Wu Long thrust deeply into Ruan Xingzhu's petals again, a powerful, electric sensation shot through her head, causing her to let out a melodious, almost tearful moan.

As his member began its relentless, intense thrusting, she almost lost her voice, her red lips slightly parted, her jaw trembling slightly. Saliva, constantly secreted from her cherry-like mouth, flowed freely into Wu Long's mouth, while Ruan Xingzhu involuntarily sucked on his saliva. As they intertwined, their mouths became entwined. Ruan Xingzhu's tongue became agile and frenzied, her kissing skills rapidly improving.

Seeing that Ruan Xingzhu had submitted to him, Wu Long became even more emboldened, step by step, opening his foul-smelling mouth and beginning to kiss, nibble, and bite at her tender face. His hard stubble prickled her cheeks, forehead, and jade-like neck, making Ruan Xingzhu feel a hundred claws scratching at her heart; his bites made her heart pound, his nibbling made her tremble, his kisses stirred his body and soul, and made her bones numb. After their lips met, their tongues darted in, and Wu Long's tongue quickly returned the gesture.

Wu Long's member penetrated even deeper, generating waves of breathtaking pleasure that struck every nerve of Ruan Xingzhu like lightning, more intense and stimulating than the previous fullness. Ruan Xingzhu had never tasted such pleasure before. Her voice was sweet and soft, her slender waist swaying with moans, utterly alluring, and her fragrance erupted like a burst, instantly filling the room with spring.

At this moment, Ruan Xingzhu's eyebrows and eyes were flushed with a seductive blush, her watery eyes were incomparably beautiful, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and her soft moans echoed almost in the room. Wu Long thrust forcefully into Ruan Xingzhu's paradise while continuing to fondle her full breasts. She raised her full, snow-white thighs high, kicking upwards repeatedly, her tight grip enveloping Wu Long's penis. The intense spasms and contractions made Wu Long feel that climax was imminent.

Wu Long's mind sharpened; he couldn't give up so easily. He quickly stopped his vigorous thrusts, but Ruan Xingzhu seemed somewhat dazed. Her round buttocks, like a wound-up toy, continued to rhythmically and automatically thrust upwards, repeatedly impacting Wu Long's abdomen.

To Wu Long's surprise, he discovered that her face already wore an expression of blissful abandon, as if she were already in a state of ecstasy, unable to stop. When Wu Long released his hold on her delicate body, she suddenly reached out and hugged his neck, her long, beautiful legs trembling hysterically. Then, she actively and forcefully hooked her arms around his waist, firmly trapping him between her hips… Wu Long bit down hard on Ruan Xingzhu's erect nipples, pinching and twisting her smooth thighs, leaving mark after mark on her delicate body.

The intense pleasure made Wu Long thrust with all his might.

The equally intense pleasure caused the tender Ruan Xingzhu to completely abandon any mental resistance. Ruan Xingzhu's smooth buttocks twisted forcefully, cooperating with the thrusts of Wu Long's penis. In the throes of passionate lovemaking, Wu Long suddenly felt a jolt in his mind, followed by a surge of heat rising from his dantian. This intense, vibrant energy, so powerful it seemed to awaken every nerve in his body, instantly filled his entire being, coursing through him like a tornado. Slowly emerging amidst the frenzied passion, it pulsated and flowed into his meridians, spreading throughout his body.

Under the influence of this heat, Wu Long felt a strange desire rising within him, a desire that burned ever brighter, a raging fire within him that needed release! This manifested physically; Wu Long felt an unbearable hardness and throbbing pain in his lower body. He hoisted Ruan Xingzhu's two jade-like thighs onto his shoulders and thrust his massive member in forcefully. Ruan Xingzhu trembled, her moans tinged with pain, clearly sensing Wu Long's slight change. Yet, she clung even tighter to him, letting him do as he pleased. Her body trembled violently under Wu Long's fierce thrusts, her mouth emitting intermittent, alluring cries.

Wu Long gradually became dazed, ravaging her like a storm, while Ruan Xingzhu struggled and moaned beneath him. It was her first time, how could she withstand Wu Long's brutal onslaught!

Ruan Xingzhu had already climaxed several times, her body convulsing in waves, tensing and relaxing, then tensing and relaxing again. Her sobbing moans, mingled with her heavy breathing, echoed in the room. It was as if she were on a flying chariot, landing gracefully, her heart pounding; or like being on the crest of a wave, suddenly plummeting to the trough, breathless, then being lifted into the air by the next wave! It was breathtaking, a feeling of wanting to die yet remaining alive; like a dream, wanting to resist yet wanting to welcome. (

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 120: The Passion of Parting, The Temptation of the Child Granny 2)

The sounds of lovemaking between Wu Long and Ruan Xingzhu were deafening. The intense lovemaking was clearly audible to A Zhu and A Zi, who could hear everything. Hiding in the corner of the bed, their heavy breathing filled the air. Wu Long suddenly became even more excited. He pulled Ruan Xingzhu even tighter, thrusting into her with the ferocity of a tiger descending a mountain, causing her to scream and moan in ecstasy… “Ah…” Ruan Xingzhu reached another climax. She let out a scream, her body arching and contracting violently. Then, like a volcanic eruption, gushes of hot fluid gushed from their union, soaking the sheets beneath them. At the same time, Wu Long felt the two women's breathing become even more erratic…

After this climax, Ruan Xingzhu had fainted. Her beautiful face was filled with extreme satisfaction, and two glistening tears clung to the corners of her eyes. The burning sensation in Wu Long's heart remained, growing stronger with each passing moment, accompanied by the two women's heavy breathing... A wicked thought arose in Wu Long's mind at this moment.

The desire churning within Wu Long like a tidal wave surged, the burning sensation filling his entire body. His heart pounded wildly, his consciousness seemed to detach from his body, and he couldn't even control his flesh. "Ah!..." A Zhu and A Zi, hiding in the corner of the bed, cried out simultaneously. They had finally heard that Wu Long had finished and were just letting out a sigh of relief when they saw him completely naked, his erect penis still erect. The immense shock left them speechless.

Wu Long remained silent, slowly walking towards them. His heart was burning with desire, his entire body in a state of extreme arousal, desperately craving release! His manhood stood erect, veins bulging, ready to spring into action. Just as A'Zhu was at a loss, Wu Long suddenly reached out and grasped A'Zhu's full, high breasts.

A'Zhu cried out in surprise, her whole body trembling, and gasped, "Husband, no...!" She weakly pushed Wu Long's hand away as she spoke. Being intimate with her mother made A'Zhu feel a sense of resistance. A'Zi, startled by A'Zhu's cry, shrank even more tightly to the edge of the bed, not daring to move, her whole body trembling, whether from fear or shame, it was unclear.

Wu Long ignored her, only vigorously caressing A'Zhu's full breasts through her undergarment, feeling their warm, soft, and incredibly elastic texture. As her breasts were kneaded, waves of pleasure surged through A'Zhu's body like electric currents, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She was both ashamed and anxious, constantly pushing Wu Long's hand away, but her strength was so weak compared to his. Azhu resisted for a while, but to no avail. Overwhelmed with shame and fear, she felt utterly humiliated and didn't even consider resisting. Wu Long roughly kneaded Azhu's full breasts while unbuttoning her upper garment. Azhu reflexively tried to push him away, but her movements were weak and feeble. With Wu Long's movements, her short jacket and light pink bodice were stripped away one by one.

Instantly, her miraculously large breasts were revealed before Wu Long. Her fair and tender body, her high and firm breasts, and her rosy nipples were enough to drive anyone mad! Azhu closed her eyes helplessly. At this moment, she had lost her usual dignified chastity and appeared incredibly delicate and weak. Her face was filled with undisguised shame, and her weak and helpless expression only fueled Wu Long's destructive lust.

He reached out and pressed his hand against her pair of soft, white breasts. When his hot, large hand touched Azhu's soft skin, Azhu immediately trembled violently, reacting intensely. Her cheeks burned, her body went limp, and with Wu Long's movements, an indescribable pleasure surged through her. Her previously soft body gradually swelled and hardened. Although she felt ashamed and humiliated deep down, she couldn't control the changes in her physiological functions.

Azhu trembled incessantly, her pretty face involuntarily flushing red, revealing a wanton and thirsty expression! Her delicate lips kept moaning... Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her legs tensing and relaxing repeatedly...

But when her bright, pretty eyes met Wu Long's strange and lustful gaze, her courage to struggle vanished instantly. She had completely lost the will to resist. Turning her head away, A-Zi was also jolted violently by A-Zhu's trembling cry. Her hot body curled up into a ball, trembling slightly, her back to Wu Long and A-Zhu, emitting low moans. Wu Long, through the thin fabric, could clearly feel the wet heat of A-Zhu's lower body, becoming even more excited, his penis throbbing uncontrollably. When A-Zhu was aroused to the point of ecstasy, Wu Long pushed her down onto the bed, completely removing her underpants. Instantly, the alluring body of a youthful yet mature woman was revealed before Wu Long's eyes.

A-Zhu had an oval face, delicate eyebrows, a pair of beautiful large eyes, and slightly upturned, alluring lips, appearing pitiful. She was slender, with a pair of full, firm breasts, each with two pink nipples the size of little fingers, erect and incredibly elastic—the epitome of breast beauty, perfectly round and high like balls. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her waist slender like a snake, and her thighs were plump, white, and firm, with two small buttocks. Coupled with her beautiful and charming appearance, her temperament was endearing. Her breasts followed

the perfect curves of her snow-capped peaks, connecting to her rounded and beautiful shoulders, tapering sharply at the bottom, blending seamlessly with the slender and beautiful curves of her waist. The slit in her skirt almost reached her waistline, and as she walked, her full, high-perched buttocks and shapely, long legs were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden, making Wu Long's soul fly away. Wu Long could no longer suppress the lust in his heart, and his hands were already on A Zhu's beautiful breasts, gently kneading them. His hands began to roam over A Zhu's body, and he couldn't bear to part with her delicate, smooth, and crystal-clear skin.

He laid A'Zhu's soft, delicate body across his lap, his hands lovingly stroking her long, smooth hair, then lowered his head to kiss her soft, tender cherry lips. Wu Long sought A'Zhu's fragrant lips, kissing her passionately, caressing her boneless, delicate shoulders, using all his fervor and strength.

A'Zhu's body trembled violently from the stimulation, and soon her lips became hot and soft. She pulled her jade-like hands to embrace his neck, lost in his passionate kiss. This dreamlike kiss lasted for several minutes, Wu Long's mouth constantly sucking on A'Zhu's soft lips. He didn't realize that his manhood was erect and about to burst out, so he freed his hands and let them roam over A'Zhu's entire body.

One hand reached to A'Zhu's chest, touching her two white, smooth breasts through her clothes. Each breast, adorned with tiny cherries, was firm and real. With each touch, A'Zhu's breasts throbbed. Wu Long kneaded and rubbed them, while his other hand secretly moved to A'Zhu's vulva, touching it through her clothes with obvious affection. His fingers trembled on her smooth, white skin, slowly slipping between her legs.

As A'Zhu's legs parted, her short panties became even more alluring. Through the narrow crotch, Wu Long easily glimpsed A'Zhu's tempting secret world. Today she was wearing white cotton briefs, very tight and short, with a few soft pubic hairs peeking curiously from the edge. Wu Long's fingers traveled from the gap in the panties to her soft, delicate area, where the lovely mound, shallow valley, and deep crevice were clearly visible through the panties. His nimble fingers lifted the white panties, pressing against her smooth, snow-white skin as they penetrated deep into A'Zhu's beautiful Eden.

A warm sensation spread from his fingertips as Wu Long's hand rested on her tender, pearl-like jade gate.

A'Zhu, whom he had dreamed of for years, was finally in his arms in the room. Overjoyed, Wu Long met her lips with his, sealing hers completely. His lips tightly enveloped A'Zhu's jade-like lips, his tongue probing wildly inside. A'Zhu clenched her teeth, refusing entry. Wu Long could only kiss and savor her lips from the outside, finding them soft, smooth, sweet, and refreshing. The fragrance of A'Zhu's breath wafted into his nostrils, invigorating him.

A'Zhu moaned softly as Wu Long kissed and swayed her body, feeling her mouth tightly sealed, her breath coming in short gasps. Wu Long's tongue darted and darted wildly inside A'Zhu's mouth, like a playful rabbit. Before long, A'Zhu finally gave in, opening her jade-like teeth. She felt Wu Long's slippery tongue immediately slip inside, exploring its way around.

A'Zhu's sweet saliva also flowed into Wu Long's mouth, incredibly sweet, like long-brewed honey, and she swallowed several mouthfuls. A'Zhu's mouth wasn't very big to begin with, but with Wu Long's tongue, it filled her small cherry-like mouth completely. A'Zhu felt that tongue swirling and teasing her own tongue within her mouth.

After a while, Azhu, her tongue captured by Wulong, also extended her tongue into his mouth. The moment her tongue entered, Wulong's tongue gripped it tightly, sucking and smacking it loudly. Wulong parted Azhu's legs. Azhu knew the most shameful thing was about to happen; her pretty face flushed red, and she whimpered incessantly. Wulong spread her plump, white thighs, instantly exposing her clearly to him. Wulong could no longer restrain himself. He lifted Azhu's tender white thighs, his erect penis proudly rising, aimed at her, and thrust heavily inside, smoothly penetrating to the very end with the lubrication of her fluids! An overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over her, and Azhu almost fainted from the pleasure. At that moment, she had a strange feeling: all the pleasures of the past could not compare to Wulong's powerful and majestic thrust.

Before Azhu could react, Wulong had already attacked her like a storm! So tight! So comfortable! Wu Long was so excited he felt like he was floating on air. He held tightly to A Zhu's plump buttocks , which were struggling and swaying. Waves of pleasure washed over A Zhu, the feeling of being in ecstasy was almost insane.

Under Wu Long's violent movements, the dignified A Zhu was almost powerless to resist. Her delicate face was flushed red, her mouth was open, and her face was full of coquettish charm. Her tender and plump body moved back and forth with Wu Long's thrusts, and her pair of full breasts bounced like lively jade rabbits. She kept moaning seductively, humming and whimpering, the sweet and seductive sounds were so tempting!

And all of this, A Zi heard. She heard Wu Long pounding heavily on A Zhu's body. With each thrust, her body trembled involuntarily, as if it were hitting her heart, and a fire was burning inside her. She listened blankly to the sounds of lovemaking around her: Wu Long's heavy breathing, A Zhu's rhythmic moans and cries, the wet, squelching sounds... The stimulation was so intense that A Zi squeezed her legs together, her body trembling and twisting slightly, her whole body weak and hot, already soaking wet. Suddenly, she heard two heavy slaps, followed by A Zhu's incoherent cries and screams: "Oh oh oh... I'm coming, I'm coming..."

A Zi also trembled. As A Zhu reached the heights of ecstasy, A Zi seemed to feel the blissful, almost unbearable pleasure of her orgasm, and involuntarily, a large gush of fluid leaked from her body, followed by trembling legs and a feeling of weakness throughout her body...

Suddenly, her body was turned around, and then a pair of hot hands were placed on her breasts. A Zi shuddered, knowing that Wu Long was about to touch her. With a soft moan, she covered her face with her hands. Wu Long kissed A Zhu and left her body. He ripped off Azi's inner garment in a few swift movements, instantly revealing her mature and voluptuous body and her incredibly full breasts, enough to take one's breath away. Azi's skin was delicate and fair, like jade, her figure perfectly proportioned, her curves exquisitely beautiful. Her full back and rounded shoulders were incredibly sexy, and her arms were smooth and glossy, like two pieces of jade lotus root.

Azi's neck was long and round, as white as snow, her round face still bearing an innocent childlike charm. Beneath her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, her large, watery eyes shone with captivating allure, and her red, tender lips, like ripe peaches hanging from branches, tempted anyone who saw them to take a bite. She exuded a youthful warmth and alluring fragrance, which wafted into Wu Long's nostrils, stirring his virile heartstrings. Azi's breasts were high and firm, like two opposing mountain peaks, echoing each other, their jade-like peaks topped with two light brown, rosy, and translucent nipples.

Between the two jade peaks lies a deep gorge, below which stretches a flat, soft abdomen. Azi's triangular forbidden zone gleams white, her pink legs parted, her vulva wide open, throbbing with desire. Azi's pubic hair is black and curly, neatly arranged on the mound, a prominent clitoris hanging high at the tip of her vulva. Her waist is slender, her figure full, her jade legs delicately sculpted, smooth and alluring.

Wu Long's hands tightly grasp one of her high, firm breasts, his mouth sucking on Azi's elastic nipple, incessantly licking and sucking the tender, rosy tip. His legs clamp Azi's vulva like giant pincers, his thick, red penis erect, rubbing against the slightly raised mound and dark forest between her legs.

The warm, soft jade in his arms has already transformed into boundless spring, waiting for him to pluck and harvest. He incessantly caresses Azi's delicate skin, using his body to launch wave after wave of assault upon her. Azi's arms were raised high above her head, and Wu Long licked her incredibly tender breasts, then gradually moved to her smooth armpits, kissing them with relish and gently nibbling at her delicate skin.

Following her sides, he explored Azi's flat, slender waist and abdomen, seeing the beautiful curves of her body forming smooth arcs. Wu Long's hands rested on her soft, willow-like waist, his face buried in her warm, soft belly, chasing and savoring the delicate skin that exuded a faint, sweet fragrance.

Wu Long's hands continuously kneaded Azi's full breasts, marveling at their elasticity, smoothness, and softness, making them irresistible. The moment Wu Long's hands touched Azi's breasts, she immediately struggled with soft moans, but seemingly without much strength. Her full body twisted and turned, only exciting Wu Long more.

Her beautiful, quiet face was flushed, and she gasped, "No... Young Master Yang... no..."

With a "plop," Wu Long's thick member plunged completely into A Zi's body. A Zi screamed "Ah!" and felt a strange sensation—tingling, numb, itchy, and tingling, mixed with pleasure and pain—flow through her body with the hot member.

Her long, shapely legs stood straight up, her toes curled tightly together, as if frozen. Wu Long had thrust deep inside her, into her flower core, which no one had ever touched before. She almost fainted from pleasure. "Crackling sounds!" The sounds of their close combat continued! Meanwhile, Ah Zi's blood-pumping moans echoed throughout the room: "You... are too heavy... be gentle... ah, be gentle..."

Under Wu Long's fierce attacks, Ah Zi's expression quickly became lewd, her fair and pert buttocks thrusting upwards incessantly, welcoming Wu Long's powerful impacts, her mouth constantly emitting soul-stirring, soul-stirring moans, her excited body writhing like a large snake, constantly rubbing against Wu Long's body. Her beautiful hair was now loose and hanging down, obscuring her pretty face, but her alluring moans could be clearly heard...

"Oh oh oh... I feel so good~" Ah Zi cried and moaned incessantly.

Wu Long thrust violently, each stroke like a storm. A Zi beneath him had lost count of how many times she had felt life and death. Her buttocks were soaking wet, and she cried out, moaning ecstatically. Her fragrant buttocks rose with each thrust, her full breasts swaying in an alluring display… As A Zi's sexy moans, sometimes high, sometimes low, emanated from his chest, Wu Long felt his heart pounding faster and faster. The intense urge within him grew increasingly unbearable. He slowly grasped her lips, gently sucking on her full, cherry-like mouth. He felt the beauty's moans grow softer and more seductive, her breath warm and moist, further arousing Wu Long. Seductive moans flowed from her lips, and the girl's delicate fragrance grew even sweeter, like an aphrodisiac, pushing Wu Long's already burning desire to another peak.

Then another climax erupted. Wu Long, holding A Zi, rolled around on the bed, but his penis remained firmly inserted into A Zi's petals, causing her to scream. Every cell in A Zi's body began to boil, and the room echoed with the woman's sobbing moans and the man's rough breathing... Wu Long vented his pleasure on A Zhu and A Zi, the two women taking turns writhing beneath him. Engrossed in his game, Wu Long ignored A Zhu and A Zi's pleas for mercy, finally placing them face to face and pressing down on them. His hard penis thrust in and out of the two women's bodies, sometimes drilling upwards into A Zhu's hot spring, sometimes piercing downwards into A Zi's jade cave, each time bringing unparalleled pleasure...

The two women trembled beneath Wu Long, a scene that made one's blood boil!

PS: I recommend a classic novel, "The Evil Young Master of the Gang," everyone should check it out.

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 121: The Passion of Parting, The Temptation of the Child Granny 3

Under his powerful onslaught, the sisters Azi and Azhu fell asleep, utterly exhausted. Wu Long also succumbed to sleepiness. He didn't know how much time had passed when, in his hazy state, he felt someone breathing heavily on him. He instinctively reached out to hug her, but his mind immediately cleared. He realized that Ruan Xingzhu had quietly slipped into his arms. Wu Long looked at Ruan Xingzhu; she was wearing a white nightgown, but was practically naked. Her curvaceous,

fair body was covered only by the white nightgown and bodice, and a pink underpants concealing her private parts. She lay supine on the bed, her voluptuous, snow-white breasts exposed. Instantly, a subtle fragrance filled the room, a scene of alluring spring.

Wu Long saw Ruan Xingzhu's high, round, and fair breasts, without the slightest sagging, and two small, slightly upturned, crimson nipples surrounded by pink areolas. His heart pounded, and he couldn't resist the urge to pounce and bite them.

Wu Long felt a surge of heat rush down to his lower abdomen. Ruan Xingzhu bit her lip, nodded slightly, and said nothing more, simply gazing at Wu Long silently. In the cool moonlight, Ruan Xingzhu was breathtakingly beautiful! Her long, flowing hair, reaching her waist, shone with a silky sheen, and her nightgown couldn't conceal her graceful curves. A subtle, mature woman's fragrance, like orchids, emanated from her.

Wu Long felt a surge of emotion welling up within him. Just as he was about to take further action, he saw Ruan Xingzhu suddenly blush. Then, she

let out a soft moan and nestled into his arms, saying, "Wu Lang..." With her warm, soft body in his embrace, Wu Long was instantly overcome with tenderness and affection. With this sweet murmur, Ruan Xingzhu buried her face deeply in his chest. This sweet murmur deeply touched Wu Long's heartstrings, making him realize that she, too, shared his desire...

Wu Long held Ruan Xingzhu tightly, slowly regaining his senses. He reached out and gently lifted Ruan Xingzhu's head, supporting her chin. Ruan Xingzhu shyly avoided Wu Long's gaze, her cheeks flushed, her bashful appearance captivating any man in the world.

Wu Long carefully examined Ruan Xingzhu's blushing face, found her cherry lips, and slowly kissed them. Ruan Xingzhu shyly closed her eyes, tilting her head back to await Wu Long's loving kiss. Wu Long held Ruan Xingzhu tighter, first kissing her delicate earlobe, then her alluring red lips. Their four fiery lips met, and slowly, Ruan Xingzhu's body warmed up, softening in Wu Long's arms, her breathing becoming more rapid. She

gently extended her fragrant tongue, intertwining it with Wu Long's. With her eyes slightly closed, she nestled obediently in Wu Long's arms, feeling the love emanating from his tongue. Time seemed to stand still; this long kiss conveyed their boundless affection, melting the hearts of the two embracing figures.

The two embraced tightly. Ruan Xingzhu looked up at Wu Long, her face still flushed. She murmured, "What a tragedy! I never imagined I'd be serving the same man as my own daughter. It's your fault, making us forget all shame..."

Wu Long's heart was filled with tenderness. He said softly, "What shame is there? Many emperors throughout history have had affairs with both mothers and daughters, some even being their fathers' concubines. I have no blood relation to you. To me, you're just my women."

"Hmph, you're acting like an emperor! You were sleeping like a log!" Ruan Xingzhu wrapped her smooth, white arms around Wu Long's neck, gazing deeply into his eyes, and murmured a playful, reproachful tone.

"Emperors aren't mysterious or amazing. Besides, is there such a beautiful pig as me in the world?" Wu Long retorted.

Ruan Xingzhu blushed, her face beaming with joy: "Indeed, there's no pig more handsome than you! Hehe..."

"Oh, you dare to insult your husband, I'll spank you!"

Ruan Xingzhu reached out and covered Wu Long's mouth, whispering:

"Are you shouting so loudly that the whole world can hear you? Don't wake them all up..."

Wu Long, hearing this, got excited. He immediately rolled over, pressing down on her delicate body, bending her legs, and with a domineering air, his dragon suddenly grew even larger. Ruan Xingzhu let out a strong cry, and Wu Long's dragon rapidly entered and exited her secret passage.

Wu Long pounded against her flesh... against

her pleasure nerves...

against her soul, against everything she loved, pain, pleasure, and spring...

"Ah..."

Ruan Xingzhu reached her climax, the pleasure shattering her thoughts, her soul going blank, because Wu Long was thrusting so deep, her hands unconsciously trying to push Wu Long away, but how could Wu Long be pushed away so easily?

"Roar... Xingzhu, I want you to bear my child, you are my woman!"

Wu Long's body sank down, his teeth clenched, and the ultimate pleasure surged to his brain, spurting streams of semen into the deepest part of Ruan Xingzhu.

Ruan Xingzhu, impacted by the scalding semen, finally lost her composure, her body collapsed, her whole body went limp, her soul went blank for a moment, and she fainted with the last of the pleasure...

Heavy breathing echoed in the room, and under the moonlight, the two bodies continued to intertwine...

Ruan Xingzhu fainted again, but Wu Long was wide awake, drenched in sweat. Seeing that it was already dawn, he didn't want to sleep. He washed himself with cold water and went to the courtyard to start practicing his boxing. After a set of boxing techniques, Wu Long was full of energy. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but these past few days he felt as if someone was watching them, but when he looked closely, he found nothing. The feeling of being monitored by Zhongbei returned today, which really annoyed Wu Long. Suddenly, Wu Long heard strange noises coming from Qiao Feng's room. Startled, he rushed over and flung open the door with a palm strike. He saw Qiao Feng sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face contorted. Wu Long was immediately shocked; this was a sign of qi deviation.

The true qi within Qiao Feng's body was uncontrollably rushing around, and the meridians it impacted instantly felt like they were being torn apart by a tearing pain. Not only his body, but he also felt that his soul was being forcibly distorted by this tiny internal force. The pain, originating from his very soul, caused large beads of sweat to continuously pour from all over his body, soaking his clothes. The needle-like true qi began to travel faster and thicker, but the more intense pain caused the veins on Qiao Feng's hands, feet, and face to bulge, and the muscles on his face to twitch and twist uncontrollably, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

This was clearly a sign of deep qi deviation, but Qiao Feng gritted his teeth and persevered. He didn't know how many cycles of qi had passed, but just before he was about to completely lose consciousness, a sudden, unknown roar came from somewhere within his body. All the pain vanished instantly, replaced by a cool, refreshing flow of true qi from deep within his dantian to his limbs and bones. Following the pathways of the *Yi Jin Jing*, it began to repair and strengthen the previously damaged meridians, making them even more resilient. This feeling was a hundred times more comfortable than taking a bath in the dead of winter.

Wu Long wanted to help, but seeing Qiao Feng's expression, he knew he had pulled through on his own and breathed a sigh of relief. Qiao Feng opened his eyes, and Wu Long quickly asked,

"Brother, are you alright?"

Qiao Feng shook his head and said,

"I'm fine. I was forcibly breaking through to the seventh level of the Yi Jin Jing and attempting to impact the Ren and Du meridians, and I almost suffered a qi deviation. It was extremely dangerous. But I've managed to survive, and my internal energy is beginning to transform into innate energy." Just

as Wu Long was about to speak, that feeling of being monitored returned. A thought struck him, and he channeled his internal energy, calling out,

"Senior, since you've come, please come out."

Qiao Feng, having just broken through to the Innate Realm, sensed someone approaching. Just as he was about to speak, a figure appeared before them. Wu Long recognized the burly figure once; it was Xiao Yuanshan, who had appeared at Juxian Manor. Xiao Yuanshan was hiding in the shadows. In fact, he had been secretly following Qiao Feng all along. Qiao Feng's martial arts were already on par with his own, so Xiao Yuanshan was extremely careful, completely holding his breath, not revealing a trace of his presence. Surprised that Wu Long had discovered him, Xiao Yuanshan emerged from the shadows, appearing before them, still with his face covered by a black cloth. He laughed and said, "I didn't expect your hearing to be so sharp."

Actually, Wu Long hadn't detected Xiao Yuanshan's presence through his hearing alone, but he had a strange feeling that made him aware of Xiao Yuanshan's presence. This was the spiritual sense of the Innate Realm, though Wu Long himself didn't know it, attributing it only to the greatly enhanced sixth sense that came with deepening internal energy. However, in essence, it was quite different. The sixth sense originates from within oneself, while spiritual perception comes from communication with heaven and earth. Wu Long smiled and said, "Senior, why don't you sit down and we can chat over drinks?"

Qiao Feng recognized the man from his movements and asked in surprise, "Benefactor? What brings you here, Senior?"

Xiao Yuanshan waved his hand and said, "This is not the place to talk. If you have any questions, follow me." He turned around, pushed off the railing on the second floor, and flew to the opposite rooftop, heading straight out of the city. Qiao Feng saw this and immediately followed, also leaping from the second floor. Wu Long, not wanting to fall behind, also took off with a light step.

Xiao Yuanshan possessed profound internal strength and, with his lightness skill, was extremely fast. He closely followed Qiao Feng, each step covering a distance of several feet. Although his footwork was simple and unadorned, it was no slower than Xiao Yuanshan's. Wu Long followed far behind, almost flying with his feet off the ground, graceful and effortless. The three of them had covered more than twenty miles outside the city in the time it takes to eat a meal. The surrounding area was all wasteland, without a single house or town in sight.

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly stopped, turned around, and said, "No wonder you're so renowned in the martial world at such a young age; your reputation is well-deserved. I hear your breathing is normal, your energy is strong and deep. If we run for a few more hours, I'll definitely lose to you."

Qiao Feng also stopped, clasped his hands, and said, "Senior, you flatter me. Last time at Juxian Manor, I was rescued by you, and I haven't had a chance to thank you yet. I didn't expect to meet you again today. I'm honored to have this opportunity to befriend you; perhaps that's too presumptuous?"

Wu Long also caught up. Hearing Qiao Feng's words, he was about to step forward and reveal Xiao Yuanshan's identity, but then he felt that it was best for the father and son to resolve their own affairs, so he swallowed his words and only observed from a distance.

Xiao Yuanshan chuckled coldly, removed the black veil covering his face, revealing his true appearance. Upon seeing him, Qiao Feng was shocked to find a resemblance of seven or eight parts to himself, though the man appeared much older. He suddenly asked in a solemn and stern voice, "Did you kill my master, Xuan Ku?" Since the incident in Xingzi Forest, Qiao Feng had been searching for the truth about his origins and the true identity of the leader. However, he had been accused of murdering his master and father, a fact he couldn't understand. Later, after meeting A'Zhu and witnessing her incredibly realistic disguise, he had suspected that a "great villain" had impersonated him to kill him and frame him. In his haste, he had even suspected A'Zhu. However, A'Zhu's martial arts were insufficient; she couldn't possibly have killed Xuan Ku with a single blow. The person before him, with his superb martial arts and striking resemblance to himself, could he truly be the "great villain" he had been searching for day and night?

Xiao Yuanshan was slightly taken aback, then sneered, "That's right. That old monk Xuanku was killed by my palm strike."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's hands trembled slightly, and he asked, "Then the two elders of the Qiao family, Tan Gong and Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun, and the iron-faced judge of Tai'an, Shan Zheng, were all killed by you?"

Xiao Yuanshan laughed heartily, "That's right, it was me. These people all deserved to die. Letting them live until now is too cheap."

Qiao Feng questioned, "Why did you kill people everywhere to silence them? Could it be that you are the 'ringleader' who harmed my parents back then?"

Xiao Yuanshan laughed again, "You're suspicious. One minute you call me your benefactor, the next you say I'm the 'ringleader.' If that's the case, what are you going to do about it?" Qiao

Feng roared to the sky, shouting, "The hatred for my parents is irreconcilable!" He took a step forward. His left hand drew a semi-circle in the air, while his right hand pushed out, aiming straight for the opponent's chest and abdomen. He used his most prized technique, "The Dragon Regrets," in one strike. This palm strike, unleashed in fury, seemed to suck the air away from the surrounding area, its nineteen layers of force crashing towards Xiao Yuanshan like a raging torrent. Xiao Yuanshan roared back, not daring to be careless, and met the attack with his Vajra Wave Palm. The two palms collided, creating a thunderous explosion, the energy surging so violently that even Wu Long, with his profound inner strength, was slightly shaken. The two men in the arena were each sent flying more than ten steps before finally coming to their feet. Their eyes met, and they secretly circulated their inner energy to prepare for the next exchange.

Wu Long hadn't noticed much difference during his sparring with Qiao Feng, but witnessing the Xiao father and son's duel, their chilling aura was truly terrifying. This was not something that could be achieved simply through superior martial arts skills, but rather through an innate and incomparably fierce fighting spirit. Wu Long knew that if the fight continued like this, it would surely end in mutual destruction. He dared not let the two fight again and shouted, "Stop!" He flew forward and stood between the two.

Xiao Yuanshan, having cultivated for decades and possessing deeper internal strength, recovered first and said, "This is a matter between him and me; you must not interfere." Before he finished speaking, Qiao Feng also said, "Second brother, step aside. The revenge for our parents cannot be left to others."

Wu Long shook his head and sighed, "Senior Xiao is confused. Your martial arts are only roughly equal to your elder brother's. If you continue fighting, someone will surely be injured. Such a father-son conflict would only cause pain to loved ones and joy to enemies. Senior and elder brother have been separated for thirty years; why do you still refuse to acknowledge each other?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's mind reeled as if struck by lightning. He asked in a trembling voice, "Second brother, what did you say?!" He looked at Xiao Yuanshan again, "You…you are my father?"

Xiao Yuanshan laughed several times and said, "I am your father. We look alike; can't you recognize me?" With that, he ripped open his shirt, revealing a wolf's head with bared teeth and a dark green coat.

Upon seeing the wolf's head, which was identical to the tattoo on his chest, Qiao Feng was overjoyed and rushed forward, prostrating himself on the ground, and excitedly said, "Father... your unfilial son..."

Xiao Yuanshan pulled Qiao Feng up with his left hand and laughed, "Good son. Hahaha..."

Qiao Feng took out an oilcloth package from his pocket, opened it, and took out a piece of white cloth, which he unfolded. It was a rubbing of an inscription. Wu Long naturally knew that this was the last letter Xiao Yuanshan left on the large stone outside Yanmen Pass. When

Xiao Yuanshan saw the Khitan characters on the cloth, he was also filled with emotion, as if recalling the dark and bloody battle outside Yanmen Pass. "Xiao Yuanshan's last words, ha, Xiao Yuanshan's last words!! Heaven insisted that I, Xiao Yuanshan, not die, so that I could return to seek revenge. Haha, Heaven has been kind to me!"

Qiao Feng asked, "Father, is it because of revenge that you killed so many people?"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered several times and said, "That's right. These people were all involved in killing your mother outside Yanmen Pass. How could this revenge not be taken? Now, apart from the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, Wang Jiantong, who died of illness, the rest have all been killed by me."

Qiao Feng asked again, "Elders of the Qiao family, my master Xuanku should have nothing to do with this matter, Father..." "Why..."

Xiao Yuanshan sneered, "They know you have a blood feud with the martial arts world of the Southern Dynasty, yet they raised you like a Southerner, had you become the disciple of their sworn enemy, and protected that 'leader.' What kind of good people are they?"

Upon hearing the words "leader," Qiao Feng's eyes turned cold. He said, "Father, that 'leader' is the chief villain who harmed our entire family outside Yanmen Pass. Who exactly is he? Have you found out?"

Xiao Yuanshan countered, "If we find this person, what should we do?" He asked this to provoke Qiao Feng into expressing his determination to take revenge, lest Qiao Feng hesitate later. Based on his observations of Qiao Feng in recent days, Xiao Yuanshan knew that if Qiao Feng learned that the "leader" was Xuan Ci, he might not be able to bring himself to do it, and might even stop him.

Wu Long, standing to the side, immediately understood and blurted out, "'The leader' is Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Qiao Feng's head. "Second brother, what did you say?"

Wu Long replied, "The 'leader' from back then is indeed the current Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin."

Xuanci enjoyed a great reputation in the martial arts world, and Qiao Feng had always held him in high esteem. Now, learning that the "leader" he had been searching for was actually Abbot Xuanci, he was filled with turmoil.

Xiao Yuanshan glared coldly at Wu Long and said to Qiao Feng, "Child, you know the 'leader' is Xuanci, yet you're ignoring this deep-seated hatred?"

Qiao Feng was speechless. Just as they were caught in a dilemma, Wu Long said, "I have an idea that can solve your problem, brother."

Qiao Feng hurriedly said, "Please speak, second brother."

Wu Long pondered for a moment and said, "The events outside Yanmen Pass back then were quite bizarre. As the saying goes, the one who tied the knot must untie it. Let's go to Shaolin Temple openly and confront Abbot Xuanci face to face." "What?" Xiao Yuanshan was extremely dissatisfied upon hearing this and shouted at Wu Long, "Thirty years of blood feud, is there any room for redemption? If you want me to spare Xuanci, that's just wishful thinking." Wu Long said, "

Abbot Xuanci is an upright and honest man, with a clear sense of right and wrong, and has long been renowned in the martial arts world. If we all go to Shaolin Temple and confront Abbot Xuanci, we will surely understand the cause and effect of the ambush outside Yanmen Pass back then. Then everything will be clear, and Uncle's revenge will be justified." Wu Long had also figured it out at this moment. Although Abbot Xuanci was misled by Murong Bo back then, he still made a grave mistake that implicated innocent people. If Xiao Yuanshan insisted on revenge, he had no reason to stop him. Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, and retribution is inevitable. He was merely an outsider in this matter. The problem should be solved by them. Xiao Yuanshan sneered twice, "Hmph! Upright and honest, clear about right and wrong? What good are these Southern Dynasty martial artists? You make it sound so easy. If my son and I went to Shaoshi Mountain, wouldn't we be attacked by the Shaolin monks and die there?" Wu Long said, "If that's the case, I will definitely fight alongside my elder brother and uncle to the death at Shaoshi Mountain. Revenge should be done in such a grand and spectacular way to show true heroes and true warriors." Just now, when Wu Long mentioned the phrase "the truth will come out," Xiao Yuanshan thought of the massacre thirty years ago. Besides the ringleader, there was also someone who spread false information. This person's identity is probably only known to Xuan Ci. Therefore, he was also tempted by Wu Long's suggestion. The latter sentence was merely a test of Wu Long. Although Wu Long's words seemed somewhat sarcastic about his scheming against Xuan Ci, he didn't take it to heart, instead laughing, "Good, good! It seems Feng'er didn't misjudge you." Qiao Feng, who had been silent all along, now spoke with a resolute expression, "That's right. Let's do as Second Brother says. The three of us will go to Shaolin together and get to the bottom of this. Avenging this great grudge will inevitably involve a bloody battle. But even if blood is spilled at Shaolin, what does it matter?" Since the mystery of Xingzi Lin's origins was revealed, Qiao Feng had been shrouded in a thick fog of confusion. Only now did he feel as if the clouds had parted and the sun had shone through, bringing sudden enlightenment. With all his doubts resolved and reunited with his biological father, he felt as if he had been reborn. His heart was filled with joy, and a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him. He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice shaking the heavens. After a long while, the three returned to the inn. Azi and Azhu, the three women, were getting up. After Wu Long introduced them, the three women quickly prepared tea for everyone. Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao Feng, and Wu Long were sitting at the table. Xiao Yuanshan asked, "Feng'er, what are your plans for the future?" Qiao Feng replied, "Originally, I wanted to find out the identity of the leader, avenge my father, and then go with you to the borderlands to live in seclusion, herding and hunting, no longer having any connection with the martial arts world of the Central Plains, living a carefree life. However, since we've met you, Father, we naturally want to return to the Liao Dynasty with you, to the place where I was born, to return to our roots." Xiao Yuanshan remained silent for a long time. Then he raised his eyes, looked north, sighed, and said, "That's right, returning to one's roots. It's time to go back. Since you made a vow, you must keep it." Seeing the strange expression on Xiao Yuanshan's face, Qiao Feng asked, "Father? What vow?" Only after the words left his mouth did he remember that Xiao Yuanshan had written in his suicide note that he had sworn not to kill a single Han Chinese. The oath was one of the reasons Xiao Yuanshan jumped off the cliff back then. Xiao Yuanshan regained his senses, waved his hand, and said, "It's just something from my father's youth." He clearly didn't want Qiao Feng to bring it up again. Wu Long noticed that Xiao Yuanshan's temperament had changed drastically. The original Xiao Yuanshan was arrogant and unruly, harboring a terrifying killing intent. Perhaps thirty years of loneliness had made his personality extreme. Now, reuniting with Qiao Feng and his son, he felt a touch of warmth in his heart. Now, Xiao Yuanshan had more concerns than before; after all, he was no longer alone. Wu Long couldn't help but feel more confident in peacefully resolving the thirty-year-old feud. Father and son, who hadn't seen each other for over two or three decades, chatted happily like ordinary people. Just as they were enjoying themselves, Xiao Yuanshan's expression suddenly changed; his face turned deathly pale, and large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Qiao Feng was shocked and rushed forward to support Xiao Yuanshan, asking with concern, "Father! What happened?" Wu Long, seeing Xiao Yuanshan's condition, realized that the injuries Xiao Yuanshan sustained from secretly learning Shaolin martial arts were far from healed, and it seemed this ailment couldn't be cured without medicine. He quickly asked, "Uncle, have you been experiencing a dull pain in your 'Liangmen' and 'Taiyi' acupoints on your lower abdomen lately? Is your 'Guanyuan' acupoint numb?" Xiao Yuanshan stiffened and said, "Yes, that's exactly it." Wu Long said, "In my humble opinion, Uncle Xiao's internal injury is due to a conflict between the application of internal energy from the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts and your original internal energy foundation. Senior should stop practicing." Xiao Yuanshan sat down, his complexion slightly improving. Hearing Wu Long's question, he looked up and smiled bitterly, "Thirty years have passed. Shaolin martial arts are inseparable from me; how can I simply stop using them?" "Senior, you only know one side of the story, not the other. This is a long story. Back then, Bodhidharma traveled east to this place and established the Shaolin school. He passed down dozens of martial arts manuals for the monks to strengthen their bodies and fight demons. However, Bodhidharma came from India, and Indian martial arts are quite different from those of the Central Plains. Shaolin martial arts are based on the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), with various variations derived from it. This Yi Jin Jing was derived by Bodhidharma from Indian yoga practices. Therefore, the various unique skills and methods of circulating Qi in Shaolin Temple are different from others. If..." "Don't force experts to practice; it will inevitably damage their bodies. At best, it will cause paralysis of their meridians; at worst, it will lead to qi deviation. Senior Xiao suffered internal injuries precisely because of this." Seeing that Wu Long seemed to know the inside story, Qiao Feng hurriedly asked, "Second brother, do you have a way to cure him?" Wu Long hesitated slightly, and Qiao Feng became even more anxious, saying, "Second brother, just say what you need to say. Whatever the difficulty, even if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, I, your elder brother, will not be afraid." Seeing Qiao Feng's anxiety, Wu Long steeled his heart and said, "In this world, there are only two people who can cure Old Man Xiao." Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng was overjoyed. Holding Wu Long's shoulders, Qiao Feng asked, "Who exactly is it? Tell me quickly, Second Brother." Qiao Feng realized, "Second Brother, are you perhaps referring to Xue Mu Hua, the Divine Physician Xue?" Wu Long shook his head, "Although Divine Physician Xue's medical skills are miraculous, Old Master Xiao's internal injuries are caused by his excessive practice of Shaolin martial arts. They originate from within, and I'm afraid even Divine Physician Xue is powerless to help." Hearing that even "King Yama's Enemy" couldn't cure Xiao Yuanshan's internal injuries, Qiao Feng's worries deepened, and he asked, "Then who else could it be?" Wu Long said, "The first person is me. I know a miraculous skill that absorbs people's internal energy, called 'Northern Darkness Divine Skill.' Old Master Xiao's internal injuries are entirely caused by internal energy conflicts. By dissolving the internal energy within Old Master Xiao's body, his stubborn illness will naturally heal itself without medicine."

Qiao Feng was greatly astonished upon hearing this. Although it sounded quite reasonable, the idea of sacrificing one's martial arts to heal internal injuries was truly absurd. Qiao Feng knew that Wu Long wouldn't lie, but he hesitated for a moment.

Xiao Yuanshan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, also knew about their conversation and said, "If sacrificing martial arts is the only way to heal, it's better not to heal at all. Anyway, I'm an old man, and I've lived long enough. Once I've avenged my great enemy, I'll have no more worries."

Qiao Feng knew that Xiao Yuanshan's personality meant he would never sacrifice his martial arts to heal his injuries. Moreover, he and his son currently had deep grudges with the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, and if Xiao Yuanshan lost all his martial arts, it would be extremely dangerous. Qiao Feng then asked Wu Long, "I wonder who you're referring to, Second Brother?"

Wu Long pondered for a moment, then said, "Old Master Xiao's internal injuries stem from Shaolin martial arts. The only way to treat them is to seek help from Shaolin. I know of a high-ranking monk in the Shaolin Sutra Repository, whose Buddhist teachings are profound and whose martial arts are supernatural; he can surely cure Old Master Xiao's ailment."

Qiao Feng was overjoyed upon hearing this. Given Wu Long's martial arts skills and discerning eye, someone who could be described as possessing "supernatural martial arts" must be a god-like figure. Qiao Feng readily believed that such a high-ranking monk could cure Xiao Yuanshan's injuries. However, he suddenly remembered that Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin was a sworn enemy of his and his father. Now, having to seek help from a Shaolin monk, he couldn't help but frown.

Seeing Qiao Feng's furrowed brows, Wu Long naturally guessed what he was thinking and said, "Besides these two, I really can't think of anyone else with such ability. The old monk in the Sutra Pavilion is a highly accomplished hermit, while the conflict between you and Abbot Xuanci is merely a personal feud. I don't think that high monk would stand by and watch someone die."

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "That's right. Second brother is right. In that case, we shouldn't delay. After Father recovers, we'll head to Shaolin."

Wu Long said,

"Don't rush. Actually, I now know the Yi Jin Jing and the Bei Ming Divine Skill. Let me check Uncle's injuries first. Perhaps we won't need to go to such lengths. Don't worry about losing your martial arts skills, but I'm not very confident. It's up to you to decide." "

Since that's the case, you should treat me. I don't want to owe Shaolin a favor!"

Xiao Yuanshan shouted. Upon seeing this, Wu Long said:

"In that case, elder brother, I'll trouble you to go outside and guard the door for my uncle and me!"

Seeing the worry on Qiao Feng's face, Wu Long patted him on the shoulder and urged him to go outside to guard the door. Qiao Feng knew that he was healing and most afraid of being disturbed. Although he was worried and wanted to stay by his side, he agreed to guard the door, considering the importance of the matter.

"Uncle, please sit down. Just focus on guarding the door, and leave the rest to me!" Wu Long pointed to the futon in the center of the room, then went to the side and took another one, placing it behind the one Xiao Yuanshan was sitting on.

"Boy, tell me honestly, how confident are you?" Xiao Yuanshan sat down cross-legged and asked with a frown. Xiao Yuanshan agreed now because Wu Long had done a lot for Qiao Feng, especially saving him at Juxian Manor. He was worried about whether he could survive until he could avenge his enemy, so he agreed to help Qiao Feng. After all, if the hidden danger was cured, he would have more opportunities and more time to wait and seek revenge.

"Fifty percent!" Wu Long considered for a moment before uttering these two words. In truth, he had no confidence whatsoever, or perhaps no idea at all. However, at this moment, he couldn't reveal the truth; he still needed to give Xiao Yuanshan some confidence. Moreover, saying fifty percent gave him confidence, but also provided him with a psychological preparation for the possibility of failure. Fifty-fifty, each side had a 50% chance.

"Hmm!" Xiao Yuanshan nodded, his brows furrowed, and said nothing more. Instead, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged in a five-center-upward posture, and soon entered a meditative state, his brows naturally relaxing.

Seeing that he had entered a meditative state, Wu Long also sat cross-legged behind him. Then, he took a deep breath, focused his mind, and after first regulating his internal energy, gently placed his palm on Xiao Yuanshan's acupoint on his back. He activated the Northern Darkness True Energy within his body to probe Xiao Yuanshan's internal condition. He examined every meridian from the twelve regular meridians to the eight extraordinary meridians, then to the dantian, the sea of qi, and the five internal organs, thoroughly understanding the state of all the true qi within his body. After mentally calculating, he began to organize it.

Xiao Yuanshan's body contained many streams of true qi, large and small, of different attributes. Larger streams absorbed smaller ones, smaller ones resisted larger ones, and those of the same origin constantly rubbed against those of different origins, creating a truly chaotic and complex situation. Wu Long, however, had already mentally calculated the situation and was in no hurry, proceeding step by step. He started with the smaller ones, then moved to the larger ones. For those of the same attribute, he used his abundant true qi to integrate them from their fragmented state into a large true qi mass, allowing them to merge. Those that could not be integrated were absorbed into his body using the Beiming Divine Art, transforming them into his own Beiming True Qi. He had already fully mastered the Beiming Divine Art, reaching a point where he could control its flow freely and at will. Under his careful control, he absorbed what should be absorbed and never absorbed anything that shouldn't be absorbed. This was nothing like Duan Yu's half-baked Beiming Divine Art, which couldn't even control its flow. If Duan Yu were in charge, he would have absorbed all the different types of true energy within Xiao Yuanshan's body, regardless of how many he could stop, and he might not even be able to.

However, even though Wu Long had fully mastered the Beiming Divine Art and could control its flow at will, and his own skill had been accumulated over a century, this task was still extremely strenuous. Integrating and absorbing, he had thoroughly combed through Xiao Yuanshan's meridians from the twelve regular meridians to the eight extraordinary meridians. At the same time, he had to carefully control the process, ensuring no mistakes were made; it was truly exhausting work. It wasn't until almost nightfall that Wu Long finally completed his task. After a brief moment of adjustment, he exhaled softly and took out five Qi-stabilizing pills from his robes, spreading them out in his palm before Xiao Yuanshan. He said, "Uncle Xiao, these are Qi-stabilizing pills. I obtained them by chance from the palace. They are very helpful in regulating and strengthening internal energy. Please take them and then meditate for a while before getting up!"

Although Xiao Yuanshan felt a slight decrease in his internal energy, he felt refreshed and his internal energy flowed smoothly, indicating that the hidden danger had been eliminated. He glanced gratefully at Wu Long, said nothing more, nodded, and took the five Qi-stabilizing pills from him, swallowing them and meditating.

Seeing that he had entered a meditative state again, Wu Long turned and went outside. Upon emerging, he found that besides Qiao Feng, A'Zhu, A'Zi, and Ruan Xingzhu were all there. He had been focused on his attack inside and hadn't noticed the three women's movements outside. As soon as he came out, the four of them rushed forward. Qiao Feng glanced into the room and asked anxiously, "Second brother, how is my father?"

"Don't worry, elder brother, I've cured Uncle's illness. He's still inside recuperating and will be out safely in a little while!" Seeing his worry, Wu Long smiled and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. Hearing this, Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, his complexion returning to normal. He then looked at

Wu Long and asked, "Then, second brother, are you alright?" Wu Long smiled and patted his chest, saying, "You can tell I'm alright just by looking at me!" He felt a surge of warmth in his heart when he saw the three women looking at him with unwavering concern as Qiao Feng asked.

Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Then, Second Brother, you should go have dinner. You've been busy from morning till night; you must be starving. I can keep watch here!"

"Okay!" Wu Long nodded, glanced at A'Zhu and A'Zi, and then went over to pull them both away. The two women were caught off guard and were startled when he pulled them away. Knowing that Qiao Feng and Du were still watching, their faces flushed. Qiao Feng watched the three of them walk away, smiled, and shook his head. Qiao Feng waited for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before hearing footsteps approaching the door of the quiet room. Knowing that his father had already gotten up and was coming out after meditating, he quickly went forward to push open the door and greet him.

"Father, how are you feeling?" Qiao Feng asked with concern.

Xiao Yuanshan laughed heartily, patted his shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, your father is fully recovered. Feng'er, don't worry!"

Qiao Feng smiled, naturally pleased. After asking Qiao Feng where Wu Long was, he went to find Wu Long, with Qiao Feng following behind. The family wanted to thank Wu Long properly. When they found Wu Long, they discovered he was playing a zither. The zither was made of some kind of wood, its entire surface jet black and shiny, giving a cold feeling to the touch. When struck lightly, it produced a metallic clanging sound, but Wu Long could tell at a glance that it was definitely not metal. Judging from the wood of the entire zither, it must have been over a hundred years old. The eerie smoothness of the zither's surface could only be achieved through a century of aging and long-term handling. However, these were not what truly caught Wu Long's attention. What was really strange about the zither was that the bass section had three extra, gleaming white silk threads, unlike ordinary zithers. This made the entire instrument appear very peculiar.

Wu Long sat down, placing his hands flat on the strings as he had before typing. He gently plucked the strings one by one with his ten fingers, omitting the three white strings. After finishing, he plucked them again, feeling he had roughly memorized the range. Then, he slowly immersed himself in the music, carefully recalling Huang Rihua's version of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils." His ten fingers then gently plucked the strings, playing Zhou Dada's "Hard to Recite Sutra," just like the theme song of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils." To maintain the original flavor, he also sang in Cantonese: "

Laugh at you for wasting my scheming,

chasing after fleeting beauty,

afraid luck will vanish in an instant, obsessed

with greed, anger, joy, and hatred, blaming you for being too greedy for success and power , blaming all living beings for being too beautiful , regretting being too attached to past vows, obsessed with sorrow, joy, anger, and jealousy... Ah, I can't bear

to part with you." Ah , the dazzling world , ah, the inescapable joy of infatuation , ah, no substitute for beauty , ah, a lifetime of pondering this unsolvable problem, swallowing wind and kissing rain, burying the setting sun, never wavering, braving mountains and chasing seas, treading snowy paths, never despairing , picking flowers and drinking wine, yet the world's passions are maddening, with these two eyes and a hundred arms or a thousand hands, one cannot defend against the vast sky and endless snow, with whom to sail, this rolling sand and rippling water, laughing and indulging in pleasure for a moment, yet it buries the tender feelings of daughters, A Zhu, A Zi, Ruan Xingzhu, all are infatuated. The book is first published. Infatuated, she leans on the table beside her, her hands on the tabletop, supporting her delicate and smooth oval face, listening to Wu Long's music, sometimes as elegant as flowing clouds and water, sometimes as magnificent as high mountains and seas, sometimes as intense as battlefield battles, her eyes fixed on Wu Long's face full of masculinity, her heart completely tied to him.

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