[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Swordsman) (Complete) - 27

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Chapter 114 of the Fallen Dragon World: Flirting in the Water, Mother and Daughter Double Flight 2.

Chapter 114:

Carrying Ruan Xingzhu back to bed, Wu Long's phallus remained within her, each step like a pile driver, surging forward. Listening to the beauty's enchanting voice, Wu Long was intoxicated, a land of tenderness, a source of dynamism. They gradually reached their climax, entering a state of unparalleled excitement.

Wu Long held her head, preventing her from moving, his waist rising and falling, his movements vigorous. Ruan Xingzhu let out comfortable "ah" sounds again and again, opening her mouth. Wu Long seized the opportunity to kiss her small mouth, his tongue darting in, his lower body still thrusting. Wu Long whispered in Ruan Xingzhu's ear, and the two slowly calmed down.

They circulated their qi according to the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Technique. After several cycles, their internal energy circulated continuously. Ruan Xingzhu cooperated by using various male-female intercourse techniques from the technique, wildly releasing her pent-up desire in these different positions. Each change in position pushed her to the peak of carnal desire. Wu Long, naturally, also enjoyed the different pleasures brought by each position. He couldn't help but admire the ancestors who created this method. They had created such a profound mental cultivation technique that perfectly combined practice and pleasure. It was truly the greatest joy in life.

After a while, Ruan Xingzhu slightly awoke, finding herself naked beneath Wu Long. Suddenly, she forcefully pushed him off, turning over towards the inside of the bed, her fragrant shoulders swaying, her alluring curves captivating. Wu Long gently climbed onto the bed behind her, softly stroking her long hair and fragrant shoulders, and said softly, "Xingzhu, is there anything you're still holding back?"

Ruan Xingzhu knew that the poison in her body had been completely neutralized. She should have thanked this benefactor properly, but now she sobbed even harder. Wu Long knew her inner conflict, so he forcefully turned her over, pressing her head into his chest, gently patting her back, and said softly, "If you still mind our relationship, then… just forget everything that just happened!"

Forget?!

Easier said than done, the impact Wu Long had on her was an exhilarating experience she had never had in her thirty-six years! This man before her was practically a woman's nemesis, making every woman who had been with him unable to resist. He could make every cell in a woman's body vibrate and throb. How could a woman who loved such a man forget him…

Ruan Xingzhu was no exception!

Ruan Xingzhu raised her head, her face streaked with tears, looking even more beautiful and fresh, yet her eyes were filled with bewilderment.

Wu Long took her hand and placed it against his chest, softly saying, "If you don't mind me, I hope you can be my wife, so I can cherish and love you for the rest of my life!" Ruan Xingzhu felt Wu Long's strong heartbeat, pressed against his firm chest, her pink face blushing, then she lowered her head again.

Although she didn't answer with words, her expression and demeanor had already given the answer. Wu Long leaned in and gently kissed her, one hand caressing her curled-up thigh.

She trembled slightly, but no longer resisted. Wu Long kissed her small mouth, teasing her tongue. She opened her mouth slightly, her body trembling. Wu Long was overjoyed and reached between her legs. She shuddered and squeezed her thighs together, letting out a soft moan. Ruan Xingzhu's body grew softer and softer, her vision blurring. She let out a shy moan, but allowed Wu Long to do as he pleased.

Ruan Xingzhu looked charming and shyly closed her eyes. Wu Long embraced her slender waist and thrust his lower body into her. She frowned slightly, gripping the sheets and pulling them tightly. Wu Long slowly teased her with a technique of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, teasing her relentlessly. She twisted her body but couldn't get satisfaction; the occasional deep thrust only whetted her appetite.

Ruan Xingzhu's skin turned a striking pink, beaded with tiny sweat. Her slender waist arched, her jade-like hips swaying to meet Wu Long's movements. Her brows furrowed, her expression anxious to the point of madness. Finally, she couldn't help but open her eyes, grabbing Wu Long's arm tightly and trembling as she said, "No... don't tease me..." As she spoke, her long nails dug deeply into Wu Long's arm.

Wu Long felt a surge of pleasure, pressing his entire body against her voluptuous form. She held Wu Long tightly... Ruan Xingzhu moaned with pleasure, her long legs wrapping around Wu Long's waist. Wu Long couldn't help but thrust powerfully...

Ruan Xingzhu experienced orgasm after orgasm, climax after climax, climax after climax...

countless times. Wu Long seemed about to ejaculate wildly, but he quickly held his breath and pulled back from the brink, his whole body trembling slightly as he savored this unprecedented sensation. Ruan Xingzhu trembled uncontrollably, her plump thighs sliding limply down Wu Long's waist. She lay limp, panting heavily, her expression one of boundless pleasure and satisfaction. Wu Long's heart surged, and he gently caressed her, letting her savor the afterglow of her climax.

"Ah, so good, so good..." Ruan Xingzhu finally drifted off to sleep amidst her final cries of pleasure. Wu Long could no longer restrain himself, and his pent-up essence erupted within Ruan Xingzhu's body.

Ruan Xingzhu, her body trembling from the powerful impact, released another torrent of semen. After so many releases, the toxins in their bodies had long since been eliminated; now, the released semen was enough to allow Ruan Xingzhu to father dozens of babies!

As the climax subsided, Wu Long slowly withdrew from Ruan Xingzhu's warm body. Ruan Xingzhu was weak and trembling. Wu Long felt a surge of pity and leaned down to gently comfort her. He was exhausted, and Ruan Xingzhu was indeed too tired. Under Wu Long's thrusts, she murmured a few times before falling asleep again. Wu Long could only hold her tightly as he drifted off into a deep sleep… Wu Long wasn't tired at all. After their lovemaking, he felt his physique had improved further. He used the "Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill" to absorb the primordial Yin energy from Ruan Xingzhu's body, then channeled his Nine Yang True Qi into her, achieving a harmonious balance of Yin and Yang.

Yin-Yang harmony requires balance; while absorbing excess Yin energy, it's also necessary to replenish her with sufficient Yang energy, balancing the Yin and Yang within her body. This would benefit not only Wu Long but also Ruan Xingzhu, who might even have advanced to become a top-tier internal energy master—an unexpected surprise they hadn't anticipated.

After several nights of lovemaking, Wu Long felt somewhat exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke, he saw Ruan Xingzhu frantically tidying his clothes. Seeing him awake, she scolded, "It's all your fault! You tore me up… you made me…"

Her face flushed, and she couldn't finish her sentence.

Even after savoring her exquisite body, Wu Long was still captivated by her beauty. He pulled her close, his wicked hands slipping inside her clothes without warning, directly caressing her soft, snowy mounds.

"You bad boy..." Ruan Xingzhu blushed and spat.

Since comprehending the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art, Wu Long's libido had increased dramatically. Even the once pure and innocent young lady had been transformed into his own little slut. This was even more true for Ruan Xingzhu, who had been deprived of sex for so long. Ruan Xingzhu's body had become incredibly sensitive. It wasn't that she had become a slut; on the contrary, her temperament had transformed from pure to alluring. But when facing Wu Long, her fiery passion erupted instantly.

When Wu Long's hands touched her body, Ruan Xingzhu's arms involuntarily wrapped around his neck, her body automatically finding the most comfortable position, tilting her head back and arching her chest to welcome his advances, her fragrant lips seemingly offering their delicate tongue.

Wu Long merely wanted to distract her from her chaotic thoughts. Starting with her pretty face, he kissed all the way to her delicate earlobe. That area was extremely sensitive, and with his hands moving on her breasts, her entire body was being invaded from two different places, causing her small mouth to emit a beautiful moan.

He entered.

He entered intensely.

In the fiery passion, Wu Long clearly felt the innate true energy within his body circulating orderly along its graceful pathways. Every meridian and every acupoint was vibrant. He could feel the vitality of the true energy, and suddenly he knew that from this moment on, he was truly progressing towards the supreme path of martial arts.

Ruan Xingzhu trembled, tightly embracing him, tears welling in her eyes.

Wu Long knew that the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art had completely taken effect, not only replenishing the Yin and Yang energies she had consumed and healing her internal injuries and toxins, but also allowing him to enter the wondrous world of martial arts. Her body trembled again, but Ruan Xingzhu calmed down.

Wu Long's heart fluttered, and he teased, "What are you thinking about? Why is your face so red? Are you thinking about the... wonderful things we did together?"

Ruan Xingzhu blushed even more, squirming and ignoring him.

For some reason, Wu Long couldn't bear to see Ruan Xingzhu's shy demeanor. He slipped his hand inside her bra again, and Ruan Xingzhu, unable to resist his advances, cooperated with his gentle, seductive hands, letting them slip inside her bra in the cool breeze, caressing her smooth skin. Her hot skin spoke of the desire within her breasts. Through the

communion of their souls, they reached a perfect union. Ruan Xingzhu's transformation was astonishing. As the blush of shyness slowly faded from her face, revealing a youthful and beautiful face—a delicate, fair oval face with willow-leaf eyebrows, a delicate nose, and cherry lips. Her eyes, with long eyelashes, were deep and intelligent, so profound and enduring, yet also conveying a sense of gentleness and peace. Ruan Xingzhu now exuded the nobility and sanctity of a goddess, yet retained the charm and alluring beauty of a mature woman. She was undoubtedly a rare and exquisite beauty. Seeing Ruan Xingzhu's charming expression and closed phoenix eyes, Wu Long laughed, "Let's change positions..." Wu Long flipped her over, embraced her slender waist, and spread her legs. Ruan Xingzhu knew Wu Long's intentions and was about to struggle, but Wu Long forcefully penetrated her, waves of pleasure washing over her, instantly making her body go limp. Wu Long pressed down on her back with one hand and lifted her slender waist with the other, thrusting in forcefully, his lower abdomen slamming heavily against her buttocks, making a slapping sound. Ruan Xingzhu gradually knelt up, her snow-white buttocks appearing particularly full. Wu Long's heart surged, his movements becoming faster and more powerful. He leaned down to lick her pink back, saying, "They say this is the most primal way, my good wife, do you like it?" Beads of sweat continuously seeped from Ruan Xingzhu's body, her smooth inner thighs already glistening, yet she bit her lip to remain silent. Wu Long's thrusts grew faster and faster, and Ruan Xingzhu cried out in pleasure, finally reaching another climax. After a long while... Wu Long slowly lowered her. Her face was pale, her breath slightly ragged, her starry eyes half-closed, limp and at Wu Long's mercy. Wu Long wiped her lower body clean, pulled the thin blanket over her, kissed her cheek, and gently patted her, saying, "You're tired, rest for a while!" Ruan Xingzhu seemed to have no strength left to speak, and whispered, "You..." Wu Long stroked her long hair softly, smiling, and said, "It's dawn, I have to go out. I still need to tell An Azhu and Azi, who are worried, that your poison has been completely eliminated. Dress nicely, they might come in to check on you at any time!" "Tch!" Ruan Xingzhu weakly glared at Wu Long, but naturally put on her pajamas, covered herself with the blanket, closed her eyes slightly, and fell into a deep sleep after a while. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Wu Long couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. As expected, yet also unexpected, he conquered another stunningly beautiful woman, a dream girl for every man… Upon leaving the room, as anticipated, Azi and Azhu were already up and standing at the door. Seeing Wu Long emerge, they anxiously asked, “Husband [Brother-in-law], how is my mother?” Wu Long smiled and said, “Don’t worry, the poison from her injuries has been expelled. She’s just a little tired and sleeping now. You could say the medicine worked wonders! And her internal strength has greatly increased; becoming a top-tier expert is no problem.” Azi exclaimed in surprise, “So amazing, Brother-in-law! What medicine did you use?” Azhu gave Wu Long a charmingly reproachful look and said, “What good medicine could he possibly have? It’s always the same old formula!” Azi, thinking of her own internal injuries, quickly realized what was happening and asked curiously, “So, Mother has become Brother-in-law’s wife too? Oh dear, what should I call him then? Should I call Brother-in-law ‘Dad’?” Azhu blushed and said… "Azi, don't talk nonsense." Wu Long smiled ambiguously, leaning close to the two women's ears and saying, "If you like calling me that, that's fine too. It'll add a touch of forbidden pleasure during dual cultivation. Haha..." He left before the two women could react, leaving them blushing and coquettish. In the courtyard of the inn, there was a sizable bamboo grove, complemented by a rockery, creating a pleasant scene. Wu Long walked to the end of the bamboo grove and, through the gaps between the bamboo, could already see Qiao Feng's figure leaping and flashing, wielding his fists and feet. He went out and leaned against a square bamboo pole, leisurely watching Qiao Feng practice. Qiao Feng's martial arts originated from Shaolin and were further honed by Chief Wang of the Beggars' Sect, making it purely masculine, with most moves being powerful and sweeping. However, he was also very skilled in delicate grappling techniques. The original book described him as a naturally gifted martial arts prodigy. His teachers, Shaolin Xuanku and Beggar Clan Chief Wang, were already highly skilled in martial arts, but Qiao Feng surpassed them both. Any seemingly ordinary move in his hands naturally unleashed immense power. Those who knew him said that such martial arts talent was innate, not something that could be acquired through instruction or arduous study. Qiao Feng himself couldn't explain it, only feeling that he could learn any move quickly and master it instantly, and in battle, it would naturally manifest in various ingenious variations. However, aside from martial arts, his studies, crafts, and other skills were only average, making him no different from ordinary people. He rarely encountered a worthy opponent. Many powerful enemies possessed deeper internal strength and more skillful techniques than him, but in every exchange, they would always be defeated by a single move or two at the crucial moment, losing willingly and knowing they were ultimately invincible. No one ever sought revenge against him. Wu Long recalled the description of Qiao Feng in the book, watching Qiao Feng practice his martial arts with each move, and couldn't help but nod in approval. He thought to himself that his elder brother was indeed exceptionally talented, but most likely he inherited his father's talent. His father, Xiao Yuanshan, had single-handedly fought dozens of heroes from the Central Plains martial arts world outside Yanmen Pass, defeating dozens single-handedly, demonstrating his martial arts prowess and talent. Although a few escaped with their lives, it was merely luck, not skill. Both father and son were born martial arts prodigies, and each was more powerful than the last. The younger generation surpasses the older! "Brother, good morning!" Wu Long greeted Qiao Feng as he finished his practice. Although Qiao Feng was practicing his martial arts, he was also very observant and alert. He had heard and seen Wu Long before Wu Long even left the bamboo forest. Knowing Wu Long was coming, he wasn't surprised and returned the greeting with a smile, "Good morning, Second Brother!" "I didn't expect you to be practicing so early, Big Brother! You're truly diligent!" Wu Long said admiringly. Although he himself was quite diligent in his practice, he couldn't start practicing as early as Qiao Feng. Now that he had become a top-tier master, he didn't put too much effort into practicing; he only practiced his internal energy every day. However, once martial arts reached that level, there was no need to practice moves every day, as that wouldn't lead to much improvement.

At this point, the most significant improvement lies in personal comprehension—the understanding of how to apply techniques and the skillful use of one's own strength. When martial arts reach this level, every move and stance appears completely different to him. Many previously exquisite techniques now seem full of flaws and easily defeated. This is like the difference between viewing scenery from the foot of a mountain and from the summit. He sees a broader, more expansive, and more comprehensive view, and his perspective is more concrete. This improvement is also an improvement in mindset; he must shift his mindset from viewing scenery from the foot of the mountain to viewing it from the summit. Otherwise, if he continues to view scenery from the summit with the mindset of someone at the foot, then he can be said to have made no progress compared to before. (

Chapter 115 of "Fallen Dragon World," Chapter 3: Underwater Flirting, Mother and Daughter's Double Flight)

At this moment, Qiao Feng, upon hearing Wu Long's words, said, "The saying goes, 'Skill comes from diligence.' Martial arts improvement requires daily, uninterrupted, diligent practice!" Wu Long

, upon hearing Qiao Feng's words, thought to himself, "Not necessarily." However, he didn't say it aloud, only nodding indifferently. Just as he was about to change the subject, Qiao Feng said again, "Second Brother, you certainly understand this principle. Just look at how much your martial arts have improved since we parted at Juxian Manor; that tells you you must be diligently practicing every day!"

Wu Long thought to himself, "I do practice, and I am somewhat diligent, but to call it diligent practice is an understatement. I only set aside two hours each day to practice martial arts moves, and one hour in the evening to practice internal energy!" Thinking this to himself, he humbly smiled and said, "If we're talking about diligence..." "But I can't compare to you, brother!"

Qiao Feng smiled, then his eyes flashed as he looked at Wu Long and said, "I've witnessed your various wondrous skills since the Apricot Grove, and I truly admire you. I wonder when you could demonstrate them again, so I can get a full glimpse of your prowess!"

Wu Long met Qiao Feng's gaze and smiled, "Why don't we have a spar, brother? That would be a better way to learn!" He was indeed eager to spar with Qiao Feng to see if there was still a gap between them. Although his skill was now far superior to Qiao Feng's, his techniques were still not fully developed, and his combat experience was less. So he wanted to see if, with his current strength, he could withstand this top-tier master of Tianlong.

A glint of light flashed in Qiao Feng's eyes, and he laughed, "Just what I wanted!" With that,

he took a step back, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Long, and said, "Second brother, please!" Wu Long also smiled and took a step back, similarly clasping his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Elder brother, please!" This is the principle of "momentum trumps form," meaning that strategically, one must first position oneself in a superior position. One must have absolute confidence and overwhelm the opponent with imposing presence. If your presence can overwhelm the opponent's presence, then they will feel intimidated, causing their attacks to be psychologically affected and their martial arts skills to be greatly diminished.

Another glint of light flashed in Qiao Feng's eyes, and then he smiled slightly, saying, "Then I, your elder brother, will not stand on ceremony." A boundless, domineering aura surged from his body, making his upright figure appear as tall and imposing as a pillar supporting the sky, like a god overlooking the heavens, his overwhelming aura enveloping the crowd opposite him. Even ordinary masters would feel an urge to prostrate themselves in worship under his overwhelming aura, while those with shallower skills would simply collapse.

But who was Wu Long? He roared, a long howl like the booming of war drums, emanating from his small, incongruous body. The powerful roar shook the silent night air, making eardrums ring and hearts pound in the ears of people miles away, causing them to break out in a cold sweat. Then, his body emitted a series of crackling sounds, like popping beans, and rapidly grew larger and taller, his muscles undulating and expanding. He rose up, his body bulging as if about to burst forth from his clothes. Finally, with a roar, he ripped his upper garments open, revealing muscles as sharp and defined as hills and ravines, as if cast in bronze and iron. At the same time, an incomparably powerful aura erupted from his body, sweeping outwards like a whirlwind, like an unyielding, angry Vajra directly confronting Luo Shen's invincible aura that looked down upon the heavens and dominated the world.

Qiao Feng shouted "Good!" and immediately unleashed a seemingly ordinary move, "Black Tiger Strikes the Heart," punching Wu Long in the chest. This punch, in terms of power, speed, and angle, was perfectly controlled, flawless. The wind from the punch was fierce, the energy surging like mountains and rivers, and the violent force reached Wu Long's face first. From this one move, it was clear that Qiao Feng was indeed a martial arts prodigy. No matter how ordinary the move was, in his hands, he could use it perfectly and unleash tremendous power.

Seeing the incoming punch, Wu Long didn't move his feet, but simply tilted his body to dodge. At the same time, he used his left fist to grab Qiao Feng's right wrist, while his right fist thrust forward, aiming for Qiao Feng's chest. Before Wu Long's left fist could reach him, Qiao Feng flipped his wrist to avoid it, sweeping it across Wu Long's left ribs. His left hand, which was waiting at his waist, rose in front of his chest and drew a circle around Wu Long's right fist. As the circle was formed, a circular ball of true energy formed, blocking the punch's momentum. Then, without waiting for Wu Long to change his move, he pushed this circular ball of true energy towards Wu Long's chest with his palm.

Wu Long bent his left elbow and blocked Qiao Feng's sweeping right arm with his left hand. He then held his right palm vertically like a knife, spreading a scorching blade-like force to the edge of his palm, and slashed at the circular ball of true energy that Qiao Feng had pushed. When Qiao Feng saw that palm strike coming, he felt a sharp, blade-like energy emanating from it, and he was startled. Feeling that the ball of true energy in his palm wouldn't be able to stop Qiao Feng's palm strike, Wu Long quickly drew two more circles behind him. With a "whoosh," Wu Long's palm, transformed into a blade, slashed down with scorching force, breaking through two layers of circular true energy balls before being blocked by a third. His blade strike was halted, but he didn't stop, changing his palm strike into a fist and swinging it horizontally, aiming for Qiao Feng's right elbow with his index finger knuckle. Simultaneously, he took a step forward, his entire body moving with the movement, charging towards that spot.

Seeing Wu Long's right fist aimed at his elbow, Qiao Feng quickly retracted his right arm and also slashed at Wu Long's wrist with his own palm. At the same time, his left hand pushed the remaining unbroken ball of true energy towards Wu Long's ribs. Wu Long, who had originally charged to his right, suddenly stopped, changing his forward charge into a sideways strike, lunging towards Qiao Feng's chest with a shoulder thrust. With this retraction, his right hand returned to his side, and Qiao Feng's palm strike naturally missed.

It was the burst of true energy that came from behind with his left hand, combined with the subsequent palm strike. If Wu Long had been fast enough, he could have struck Wu Long's chest first and avoided the blow. This situation forced him to withdraw his attack. Seeing Wu Long force him to retreat, his spirits soared, and he shouted "Good!" before withdrawing his attack, stepping sideways to avoid Wu Long's impact, and returning to a face-to-face position. He then launched another attack. Wu Long pushed off with his feet, his body suddenly straightening up from the fall, dodging Wu Long's attack, and then counterattacking with a punch.

Qiao Feng clapped his hands together, unleashing a torrent of palm force—the "Regretful Dragon" from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Its power was astonishing, like thunder and lightning, splitting stone and shattering the air, tearing apart the air and eliciting a series of shrill screams that made one's teeth ache, finally coalescing into a faint rumble of thunder that followed, vibrating the eardrums, causing dizziness and disorientation. Wu Long remained unfazed, responding with two more palm strikes. With a resounding thud, "Bang—!" the three palms collided, unleashing a powerful burst of energy. The surging force radiated outwards from the two men, causing them to stumble back several steps. Wu Long retreated half a step, while Xiao Yuanshang took three. Qiao Feng clenched his fists, thinking to himself: "Such domineering power! Second brother, you've truly mastered the art of external martial arts; you've even managed to make my arms numb."

Wu Long, however, only felt a slight discomfort in his arms from the impact of the palm strikes, but it quickly subsided. Wu Long pressed forward again, unleashing two palm strikes simultaneously, his power enveloping Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng felt a chill run down his spine, realizing his escape routes were blocked. Forced to turn, he swung his sleeve, creating a powerful whirlwind that whipped up sand and gravel. He pushed forward with his right palm, sending the whirlwind hurtling towards Qiao Feng. The flying sand and gravel stung his face. Qiao Feng's seemingly casual flick was actually his rarely used "Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill".

Shaolin, being a major Buddhist sect, doesn't have martial arts that require specific practitioners like some other sects. However, the Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill demands extremely high levels of internal energy cultivation, and the inclusion of "Kasaya" in the name indicates that the user must be an elderly monk wearing a kasaya. Lower-ranking disciples in Shaolin Temple lack the necessary skill to learn this technique, and besides, Shaolin Temple boasts seventy-two unique skills, meaning there's no requirement to learn only this one; others can be chosen. Even in adversity, Qiao Feng could use it with remarkable ease and grace. His quick reflexes and profound skill would even make the Shaolin abbot envious!

Wu Long was also surprised by the power of this move. He tilted his palms to the side, changing his strike into a chop, and the force shot towards the oncoming whirlwind like a sharp arrow. With a loud boom, the whirlwind exploded from his powerful force, releasing true energy and stirring up a cloud of dust. Wu Long was forced back several steps by the backlash of true energy. These two fierce battles were just warm-ups for the two of them. As soon as their true energy stopped, they immediately met each other head-on. Instantly, sand and stones flew, and the force of the punches and punches rose in all directions, carrying fine sand particles. Both of them were top-notch martial artists with incredibly fast movements. In the dust, two figures could be seen leaping high and low, with the constant sound of fists and feet colliding.

Wu Long used the Lingbo Weibu step, while Qiao Feng used both large and small attacks, and when he was far away, his moves were wide and powerful, with each move sending a gust of wind through the air. As they drew nearer, their movements became swift and agile, employing punches, claws, elbows, and fingers to seize the initiative at every turn. Once the fight began, both men moved with extraordinary speed, using speed to counter speed. Fist shadows rained down like mountains, leg shadows surged like fire and thunder, grinding and crushing. In the eye of this storm, Wu Long stood like a towering mountain, steady as a rock, his face resolute and strong like a Western Vajra. The sounds of fists and feet colliding echoed constantly, sometimes several in succession, as rapid as firecrackers.

As soon as Qiao Feng landed, he unleashed another kick. This time, Wu Long no longer blocked. His legs stood like pillars, his fists opening and closing wide, the force of his punches surging, striking both near and far. His punches were steady and powerful, his fists like thunderbolts, his true energy like a volcanic eruption, scalding and flowing, vast and mighty, sweeping and powerful, each punch and elbow possessing unstoppable force. Legs and fists collided, producing a series of deafening "bangs," one louder than the other. With a "boom," Wu Long seized an opening, striking Qiao Feng's retracting right foot with lightning speed. The fist struck directly, a powerful force traveling up the "Yongquan" acupoint on the sole of his foot to his chest. Qiao Feng landed several steps back, his face turning pale, his right leg numb and tingling, and he groaned in pain.

Now, Qiao Feng was engrossed in the fight, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged beast. With a roar, he charged towards Wu Long, each step creating a crater in the ground. Wu Long grew increasingly excited and frenzied with each blow. Seeing Qiao Feng's brutal attack, his interest was piqued, and he abandoned his superior agility, meeting Qiao Feng's attacks head-on. Each collision caused the air to vibrate, each impact quickened the pace of the heart, and within a dozen meters, dust swirled and leaves drifted, making visibility almost impossible!

In late autumn, the grass withered and leaves fell. Scattered on the ground were the remnants of grass and fallen leaves. As the two fought, the force of their punches and palm strikes stirred up these remnants, sending them flying. Some circled around them, while others drifted away with their movements. For a time, the area within a ten-foot radius of their fight was filled with swirling, flying grass and leaves.

Qiao Feng's fist collided with Wu Long's, and he used the momentum to push back, transforming his fist into a palm. With a hissing sound, his right index finger pointed at Wu Long, unleashing another Shaolin technique, the "Great Vajra Finger." Its power surpassed even Duan Yanqing's One-Finger Divine Skill. Even though Wu Long's physical strength had greatly improved since their last encounter, he dared not take it head-on. His left thumb also thrust out, and the two fingers met in mid-air, silently dissolving into each other.

This phenomenon was extremely strange. Wu Long was stunned for a moment. In that extremely brief instant, Qiao Feng seized the opportunity, unleashing a series of powerful, all-out kicks that he had prepared beforehand, smashing down on Wu Long. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Four consecutive blows struck Wu Long's chest. Wu Long staggered back several steps, and the floor within a meter radius beneath his feet cracked like a spiderweb from the powerful impact. Two deep footprints were left where his feet had landed, all demonstrating the immense power of the attack.

Wu Long moved his hands, then pushed off with his legs, flipping himself into the air and laughing, "That was indeed a powerful blow! Let me show you my full-force attack!" Qiao Feng hadn't expected his powerful kicks to fail to completely knock Wu Long down, but he had no time to think about it now, as Wu Long's next, incredibly fierce attack was about to begin.

Wu Long's body shot into the air, soaring like an eagle spreading its wings. A dense, almost tangible force churned within a few meters of his body. He stretched out his arms, then clenched them into fists. At that moment, even the air around his fists seemed to tremble, as if it had stopped flowing. Wu Long's powerful body stood more than three meters in the air, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, exuding an imposing aura, like an ancient demon god, eerie and terrifying.

Wu Long's posture seemed to freeze time and space. His overwhelming aura told Qiao Feng how earth-shattering his next punch would be. Tian Yun's palm, filled with incomparably domineering and chilling power, descended from the sky, accompanied by booming sounds of wind and thunder. Its vast range and immense power were astonishing, sealing off every possible escape route for Qiao Feng, forcing him into a direct confrontation.

Qiao Feng felt an unprecedented, overwhelming pressure. Even before the palm strike, imbued with the awe-inspiring might of heaven, made contact, the powerful wind pressure it generated before the attack already made it difficult for him to breathe, his heart race, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. But he was, after all, the most outstanding successor of the most renowned and enigmatic generation of the Heavenly Palace, a place of unparalleled brilliance in the martial world. His clear, calm eyes remained unmoved, his expression unchanged. He fearlessly met the attack with both palms joined together, his internal energy rapidly coursing through his meridians under the immense pressure, following an ancient and profound path, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, sometimes separating and sometimes merging repeatedly, finally forming a unique internal energy that surged upwards along the meridians of his arms, bursting forth from his palms the instant it met the descending palm.

————The most powerful of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the Battle Dragon in the Wild! —Bang

! The three palms struck firmly, the force exploding outwards from the two men, sending those nearby staggering and tumbling backwards in a circle. Even the dust on the ground was kicked up into the air, almost blurring people's vision. Simultaneously, mixed in with the fierce force was a strange, scorching heat that caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply. Many bamboo leaves quickly turned to ash, and the grass on the ground withered. The

terrifying force that followed sent Qiao Feng sliding away with a "whoosh," his back pressed against the ground. His rapid movement ripped a deep crack several centimeters deep into the solid earth, causing the floor to crumble and shatter. The result was horrifying, chilling to the bone. The damage and destruction caused by this punch were immense. Wu Long also realized what was happening and rushed over to help Qiao Feng up, apologizing,

"I'm sorry, brother, are you alright?"

Qiao Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said,

"Haha, I'm fine. I knew I wasn't your match. But since I mastered my martial arts, you're the first person to truly defeat me head-on. Second brother, you are indeed a genius."

Wu Long laughed,

"Brother, to be honest, I took shortcuts in my martial arts training. How can it compare to your hard work? In terms of talent, brother, you are absolutely the strongest in the entire world. By the way, brother, I have something to give you, I completely forgot."

Qiao Feng asked curiously,

"Something? What is it?"

Wu Long said,

"Let's go back to the main hall first, and have a meal while we're at it. I'm starving. It's been a long time since we brothers drank together."

Qiao Feng said,

"That would be great."

Back in the main hall, Wu Long went to A Zhu's room, took the [Yi Jin Jing] from A Zhu's bed, and then returned to the main hall. A Zi and A Zhu were both there. Seeing Wu Long, A Zhu said:

"Husband, the innkeeper and staff are all dead. Let's go to the kitchen and make you something to eat."

Wu Long nodded and looked at A Zi with a smile.

"A Zi, can you cook? It's not scorpion and lizard soup, is it?"

A Zi snorted and said,

"Brother-in-law, you underestimate me. My cooking skills are much better than my martial arts. In the Xingxiu Sect, my cooking skills have been a great help in winning the master's favor. Just wait and see."

Wu Long said,

"Oh? Then I'll be waiting."

The two sisters happily went to the kitchen to prepare food for everyone. Qiao Feng said with some envy,

"Second brother, you are indeed very lucky."

Wu Long laughed and said,

"Eldest brother, you are a hero, you should find yourself a wife."

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Qiao Feng shook his head after hearing Wu Long's words.

"Before, I was focused on the affairs of the Beggars' Sect and cultivating martial arts, and I didn't have that thought. Now that I've become Wu Long, there are no more external distractions, but I've become a villain that everyone in the martial world wants to eliminate. No matter who follows me, it won't end well."

Qiao Feng finished speaking and took a big gulp of wine.

"Let's talk about these things later. At least, I won't have such thoughts until my past and blood feud are resolved."

Wu Long was silent for a while. He felt somewhat guilty towards Qiao Feng. After all, in the original history, A'Zhu had fallen in love with him. Although the result was tragic, she was Qiao Feng's only confidante. However, some things are not entirely within one's control. In this unfamiliar era, perhaps, a confidante is the purpose of one's life. Wu Long took out the Yi Jin Jing and placed it in front of Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng asked in surprise,

"What is this?"

Wu Long said,

"This is the Yi Jin Jing. Brother, you are a disciple of Shaolin, so you should have heard of this book. It is the highest martial art of Shaolin. It can be said that there is no stronger martial art in the martial world."

Qiao Feng said in surprise,

"The Yi Jin Jing? How did it end up in your hands? This is a peerless martial art that only the abbot and elders of Shaolin can cultivate, but no one has mastered it for two hundred years."

Wu Long didn't hide anything from him, telling him that he had stolen it from Shaolin. Qiao Feng couldn't help but smile wryly,

"Second brother, you're too bold."

Wu Long laughed,

"Don't worry, no one in Shaolin has succeeded in cultivating it anyway. And I'm sure that although this is the original Yi Jin Jing, they must have made copies. This thing has more commemorative value for Bodhidharma than practical value; it's like an antique, elder brother. You're from Shaolin, so cultivating the Yi Jin Jing is most suitable for you. That's why I'm giving it to you."

Qiao Feng was somewhat tempted; after all, anyone who practices Shaolin's highest martial arts would be tempted, but he still said,

"Forget it. This is Shaolin's highest martial arts; stealing it is a major taboo in the martial arts world."

Wu Long said:

"Brother! I didn't expect you to be as old-fashioned as ordinary people in the martial arts world. It's because of these bad habits that martial arts skills decline generation after generation. To be honest, you are exceptionally talented, a once-in-a-century talent, and you grow stronger with each battle. However, your martial arts haven't reached the true pinnacle yet. What's most important in the martial arts world? Martial arts. Only with absolute power can you expose all schemes and tricks. You went from being a revered hero to this state, and the root cause is just the schemes of a few petty people. But if you possessed unparalleled power, you wouldn't fear these schemes. Brother, what if your greatest enemy's martial arts are far superior to yours? So you must improve your own martial arts!"

Qiao Feng wasn't angry at Wu Long's words. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said,

"Alright, thank you very much, Second Brother."

Wu Long smiled and said...

“Brother, every school and sect in the world has its own internal energy cultivation method. Regardless of their superiority or inferiority, these methods often become comparable in the end. Cultivating such internal energy doesn't require any special opportunity; they're everywhere. The key is: cultivating these non-branded internal energy methods is too slow. By the time you achieve something, you're often already seventy or eighty years old—what

's the point of continuing in the martial world then? If you want to achieve something quickly, you must cultivate branded internal energy methods.” Qiao Feng found Wu Long's words amusing and laughed heartily. He flipped through the book and found it written in Sanskrit, which he couldn't understand. Before he could react with surprise, Wu Long slapped a wine jar beside him, and a stream of wine was evenly sprinkled onto the book, revealing strange patterns. Wu Long explained it to Qiao Feng, who exclaimed in admiration,

“So the Yi Jin Jing has such secrets! This unique cultivation method is different from the major practices in the Central Plains.”

Wu Long smiled.

"This is yoga, a unique practice from India. I've heard that in the barbarian lands of the West, there are also some strange witchcraft and fighting techniques similar to our external martial arts. I've even heard of some magic similar to our legendary Taoist arts, though I don't know if it's true or not. However, although these things are not as profound as our Chinese martial arts, they still have their unique aspects. I've heard that the ultimate technique of the Ming Cult, the number one sect in the world, the Great Shift of the Universe, is a profound technique no less than other martial arts. Therefore, the most important thing in martial arts is to learn from the strengths of all schools in order to continuously break through."

Qiao Feng listened and deeply agreed. These days, Wu Long, in addition to practicing martial arts, constantly pondered the methods of martial arts cultivation. The division of the martial arts world into righteous and evil factions is due to their different methods of cultivation.

Since Lü Dongbin at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the three teachings gradually unified, reaching the peak of the unity of the three teachings in ancient China in the early Southern Song Dynasty, when the Quanzhen Sect, which unified the three teachings, was formed.

This era, however, was a time when the three teachings were not truly united and were in conflict with each other. Internal energy was also divided into three schools. Confucianism has always emphasized self-cultivation, family harmony, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world. Self-cultivation comes first, and while it naturally involves some exploration and deep study of internal energy cultivation, the ultimate goal of Confucianism is still governing the state and bringing peace to the world. Confucian scholars often only have a superficial understanding of internal energy cultivation. As long as one can maintain a useful body and have the energy to do things, that's sufficient. Those who truly delve into the profound depths of internal energy cultivation are Taoism and

Buddhism. Although Taoism and Buddhism have different beliefs—one focusing on external matters, the other on internal matters—Taoism emphasizes following the Way of Heaven, while Buddhism emphasizes self-realization. However, after centuries of integration, their research on internal energy has shared some commonalities.

The cultivation of internal energy in Taoism and Buddhism also falls into several categories.

The first type of cultivation method is represented by the Taoist *Nine Yin Manual* and the Buddhist *Yi Jin Jing*, both based on strengthening tendons and bones. The *Nine Yin Manual* was comprehended by Huang Chang through reading the Taoist canon, which includes the *Yi Jin Duan Gu* (Strengthening Tendons and Bones Chapter). The *Yi Jin Jing* (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) is a scroll left by Bodhidharma, and its original name is *Yi Jin Duan Gu Jing* (Muscle/Tendon Changing and Bone Strengthening Classic). This shows that both Buddhism and Taoism understood the importance of cultivating internal energy. Both

methods begin with changing the tendons and bones, altering the body's constitution and meridians to strengthen the body and stabilize the meridians, thus laying a solid foundation for cultivation. After cultivating these two types of internal energy, the foundation is very solid. Characters like Guo Jing and Fang Zheng in *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer* are capable of prolonged combat and have exceptional resilience. Moreover, both of these techniques can repair injuries, making them excellent methods for healing.

The second type is represented by the *Nine Yang Divine Skill*. This method doesn't start by changing one's constitution, but rather by generating pure Yang energy within the body. Combining this pure Yang energy with the body produces miraculous effects.

According to Jin Yong, although the *Nine Yang Divine Skill* originated from Shaolin, it is not purely Buddhist martial arts but rather closer to Taoist martial arts. In any case, it is a martial art that combines elements of both Buddhism and Taoism.

Although this internal energy isn't the strongest in the world, it can generate pure Yang energy within the body. Back then, Zhang Sanfeng spent his entire life studying it, yet he still couldn't fathom how this pure Yang energy was generated. This demonstrates the profound nature of this internal energy.

The greatest benefit of cultivating this kind of internal energy is resistance to cold and poison. Like Zhang Wuji in Jin Yong's *The Heaven Sword

and Dragon Saber*, although his internal energy wasn't deep, he managed to neutralize the "Xuanming Divine Palm" poison, which even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't overcome, using the *Nine Yang Divine Skill*. Moreover, he remained immune to all poisons for life, truly remarkable. The third type is the internal energy of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts and some martial arts in the martial arts world. This type of internal energy differs from the two mentioned above. The first two mainly focus on cultivating internal energy, strengthening the foundation and increasing one's internal strength. The Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, however, are a method of channeling energy. Each art corresponds to a method of channeling energy, encompassing the entire body. If one learns all seventy-two arts, possessing the corresponding method of channeling energy throughout the body, one reaches the highest realm of martial arts: the unity of man and body.

At this point, no one can harm or subdue one, allowing one to roam freely and attain the Great Dao. However, from ancient times to the present, only Bodhidharma mastered all seventy-two arts, demonstrating their extreme difficulty.

The fourth type is the Lesser Formless Skill, which differs from the three mentioned above. Wu Long believes that the Lesser Formless Skill is likely an all-encompassing internal force created by the Carefree Ancestor after searching for martial arts techniques throughout the world. The Lesser Formless Skill emphasizes the essence of internal force, thus it can simulate all internal forces. However, when the Carefree Ancestor created this internal force in the early Five Dynasties period, internal forces were not abundant, hence the Lesser Formless Skill's all-encompassing nature.

Now, with the proliferation of internal forces, the Lesser Formless Skill can no longer be all-encompassing, thus possessing a significant flaw: it is ambiguous. While it can simulate most internal forces, it cannot truly capture the essence of recently developed ones. This is why Xu Zhu saw through Kumārajīva's attempt to simulate the recently created Seventy-Two Arts at Shaolin Temple.

Mastering any one of these four internal forces would be enough to dominate the world. But even combined, these four only represent the first form of internal force.

What is internal force? Internal force is the potential of life.

Everyone possesses inherent life potential, scientifically termed latent life potential. Latent life potential is not internal energy; it only manifests as internal energy when it is activated and becomes manifest.

There are generally two ways to transform latent life potential into manifest potential. One is through regular practice, continuously activating latent life potential and accumulating it into internal energy. The other is when facing major disasters or dangerous situations, the body's life potential suddenly explodes, increasing internal energy from zero to its maximum. This latter point is somewhat unique and not everyone can achieve it; some can, some cannot. Initially, cultivating internal energy

only strengthens the body and has limited benefits, at most improving resilience. However, with prolonged practice, it can manifest as external force, capable of injuring or killing. At its peak, it allows for telekinesis and long-range attacks, making attacks unpredictable and difficult to defend against—even legendary sword immortals are largely capable of this. Through refined cultivation, one can attain enlightenment through martial arts and achieve the status of a true immortal.

The method of generating internal energy through cultivation is generally through practicing internal energy manuals, such as my practice of the Lesser Formless Skill, Qiao Feng's practice of Shaolin internal energy, and You Tanzhi's practice of the Yi Jin Jing in Jin Yong's novels. Of course, Yang Guo practicing swordsmanship in the sea is also a case of this; all these belong to the method

of generating internal energy through cultivation. As the saying goes, there are always people more powerful than you, and there are always higher levels to reach; internal energy is also inexhaustible. Cultivation is just one method of generating internal energy, and there is much more that is unknown to people.

Another method of cultivating internal energy is to cause a sudden, extraordinary explosion of the body's life potential. This method is extremely dangerous.

In his previous life, Wu Long heard a story: A woman returning home from grocery shopping saw her toddler son, who had just learned to crawl, climb onto the 17th-floor balcony when she was about 50 meters from her house. Just as he was about to fall, her maternal love unleashed her full potential; she ran 50 meters in just four seconds and caught her son as he fell from the balcony. The son was unharmed, but the mother died instantly. It was said that her blood flowed too fast, causing her heart to burst.

In Wu Long's view, Qiao Feng's abnormal, inexplicable internal energy was the second type of internal energy: a sudden burst of life potential during battle. Qiao Feng's strong body could withstand this sudden acceleration of blood and qi without harm. This is why, during battle, Qiao Feng's internal energy could suddenly rise to unimaginable heights, allowing him to defeat his opponents.

Those in the martial arts world, not understanding the origin of Qiao Feng's internal energy, could only call him a genius.

Having understood this, Wu Long deliberately strengthened his own endurance. There was no shortcut to this endurance; it could only be achieved through repeated training, enabling his body to withstand such sudden forces.

In fact, these two methods of cultivating internal energy share commonalities. Cultivating internal energy unblocks the meridians within the body, enhancing the endurance of one's blood vessels. This allows one to withstand the burst of life potential. Continuously

releasing one's life potential and storing it as internal energy greatly increases one's internal energy.

The internal energy generated in a small burst often exceeds the internal energy accumulated by a person through long-term cultivation. Wu Long recently tested his internal energy, unleashing a burst of power within his body's limits. The resulting internal force was equivalent to three months of regular cultivation.

However, such bursts couldn't be repeated frequently, as a person's life force is finite. Overuse would deplete his life force, leading to a swift death.

If this wasn't the solution, there was only one other way: absorbing the internal energy of others for his own use. In the martial arts world, absorbing others' internal energy was highly despised. A martial artist's foundation lay in their internal energy; if it were absorbed, they would not only lose their foothold but also die quickly from the loss of their life force. While

Wu Long wasn't a good person, doing such a thing would make him a public enemy, ultimately resulting in widespread condemnation—something he certainly didn't desire. Therefore, Wu Long was reluctant to pass on the Beiming Divine Skill, and the fusion of his Beiming Divine Skill and the Lie Ren Divine Skill had already undergone a remarkable transformation.

The first part of the Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 117: Flirting in the Water, Mother and Daughters Flying Together (5).

Time passed quickly. During these days, Qiao Feng diligently studied the Yi Jin Jing martial arts. Ruan Xingzhu's injuries fully recovered, and her internal strength greatly improved. The three women, mother and daughters, were reunited and naturally had endless things to talk about. In just a few days, their relationship had become very good, without any invisible barrier. This was far better than the estrangement often felt by those abducted by human traffickers in modern society after reuniting with their families after more than a decade. Perhaps people in ancient times were simpler. Seeing their harmonious relationship, Wu Long was happy for them. His only regret was that the three women had slept together for the past two days, leaving him to guard an empty room for several days.

Ruan Xingzhu's feelings for him were still very conflicted. Her body had completely submitted, but her heart still resisted, and she almost always avoided Wu Long. Wu Long was somewhat helpless, but he knew this was normal human psychology. While it's not uncommon for people to fall in love with criminals, it definitely takes time to transform hatred into love. Although he was saving her, obtaining her body against her will essentially didn't change anything. Fortunately, to Wu Long's relief, thanks to the two women's constant efforts to clear a path for her and speak well of him, Ruan Xingzhu stopped deliberately avoiding him after two days.

Early one morning, Wu Long sat amidst a flowerbed, circulating his internal energy rapidly. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and struck forward with his palm, knocking down a large number of plum blossoms. His internal energy remained concentrated, clinging to the petals.

He then activated his "Northern Darkness Divine Art," absorbing all the energy attached to the petals. Thus, not a trace of his internal energy dissipated; it formed a circle, and the petals swirled around him. Wu Long's "Northern Darkness Divine Art" circulated faster and faster, causing the petals to spin even faster.

From the outside, all that could be seen was a sea of flowers, forming a circle that spun rapidly within the blossoms. Wu Long, hidden within the flowers, was completely invisible; only a flurry of white petals could be seen.

While unleashing palm strikes like the wind, pushing the petal machine outwards, Wu Long simultaneously channeled his "Northern Darkness Divine Art," drawing his inner energy, along with the petals, to his side. Under the combined force of these two forces, the petals spun faster and faster

, their centrifugal force increasing with each rotation. However, under the internal rotational pull of Wu Long's "Northern Darkness Divine Art," the petals, despite their immense centrifugal force, could never stray more than three feet from Wu Long.

With a thought, he channeled his "Northern Darkness Divine Art," absorbing the inner energy attached to the petals bit by bit into his body. Once the inner energy on the petals was completely absorbed, Wu Long roared, channeling all his inner energy. The internal rotation of "Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations" transformed into an external rotational force, and the petals flew outwards with a "whoosh," forming a massive wreath around Wu Long.

The diameter of the wreath grew larger and larger, but under Wu Long's even force, it remained sparse and did not disperse, finally settling slowly at a distance of ten feet, forming a circle on the ground. This circular wreath on the ground appeared meticulously arranged, a perfect sphere.

Looking at the swirling energy on the ground, Wu Long knew that his Blazing Sun True Qi, Northern Darkness Divine Art, and Heavenly Gang Fiend Qi had finally merged into one, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.

Overjoyed, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

His loud laughter lingered, carrying far and wide. Just then, he suddenly heard the sound of two people clapping from the flower bushes behind him, followed by a voice:

"Husband, your martial arts have completely reached the realm of perfect harmony!"

Wu Long flicked his hands, dispersing all his power. One was a graceful, curvaceous woman, A Zhu; the other was a petite woman dressed in purple, A Zi.

Seeing that both girls were carrying food baskets, Wu Long knew they had brought him food. He deliberately displayed his martial arts skills, beckoning the food baskets to him.

"Brother-in-law, this Crane Control Technique is so cool! Teach me!" A Zi exclaimed sweetly as she saw the food baskets flying towards Wu Long. She rushed towards him, laughing.

A fragrant breeze wafted through the air as Azi rushed into Wulong's arms. Wulong suddenly noticed a faint fragrance emanating from her body. Though extremely faint, it was unmistakable. While some say women possess a unique natural scent, such a constitution is extremely rare, and Azi had never had it before. Wulong sniffed carefully and discovered the scent was indeed sweet. A thought struck him, and he said,

"Azi, you've broken through to the second level of the [Yi Jin Jing]?"

Azi replied in surprise,

"Yes, I was just about to tell you, wanting to surprise you. I didn't expect you to know so quickly, brother-in-law. That's not fun at all."

The Yi Jin Jing is a supreme martial art of Shaolin, capable of strengthening tendons and bones, cleansing the marrow, and continuously altering one's physique to form the legendary Bodhi Tathagata body. This is a realm even more powerful than the Vajra Indestructible Body. If one reaches the second level, one can cleanse the entire body, remove the five flavors from the human body, and emit a unique fragrance. Because Wu Long cultivated the Beiming Divine Art, he did not begin cultivating the Yi Jin Jing. It is not true that the more internal energy one cultivates, the better. Supreme martial arts like the Yi Jin Jing and the Beiming Divine Art require one to devote their entire life to cultivation. However, he did carefully study the mysteries of the Yi Jin Jing, which allowed him to comprehend a set of bone-shrinking techniques and modify the Iron Family Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover techniques, integrating them with the Yi Jin Jing to create an Iron Bone Technique.

True yoga originates from a brutal ascetic practice in ancient India. Wu Long's Bone-Shrinking Technique, gleaned from the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), possesses top-tier bone-shrinking and soft-bone-strengthening characteristics, granting the practitioner exceptional flexibility, strong nerve reflexes, increased vitality and endurance. All joints can be broken and reassembled at will, allowing for incredible movements. There are no shackles or confinement to restrain the practitioner, and physical blows can be effectively absorbed. The practitioner must dislocate all bones and joints, including the entire spine, enduring immense pain to stimulate the body's potential. Using physical strength, the practitioner reassembles all joints, repeating this process until all joints can be broken and reassembled freely.

Iron Bones is a superior external strengthening technique that greatly enhances physical strength, hardness, and power. It also cultivates profound and powerful internal energy, making breaking metal and shattering rocks effortless. The practitioner must constantly overexert their physical strength and endure beatings with sticks, swords, boulders, and even being torn apart by five horses to test the limits of their physical endurance.

These two martial arts, though seemingly simple, are actually derived from the essence of the Yi Jin Jing, combined with the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield techniques, as well as Wu Long's brutal extreme physical training methods from the 21st-century underground boxing world. They are truly martial arts that challenge the limits of the body. However, practicing both simultaneously is very dangerous. Wu Long, after all, has not yet recovered from his internal injuries and dares not force himself to practice them, planning to wait until he obtains the Ice Silkworm before doing so.

Just as he picked up A Zi, A Zhu had already walked to Wu Long's side. She said, "Husband, dinner is ready..." Her voice was soft and gentle, with the delicate softness unique to women from Jiangnan.

"What..."

"Dinner is ready, husband..." A Zhu saw that Wu Long was staring at her chest and hadn't heard her words, so she raised her voice, which carried three parts reproach and seven parts coquettishness.

"Oh...oh...eating, eating is good~~~ah!" Wu Long finally came to his senses: "A Zhu, A Zi, come here, let's eat together!"

When they arrived at the place where Wu Long had been sitting, A Zhu looked at the flower wreath on the ground, which was twenty feet in diameter, and was overjoyed. She said, "Congratulations, husband, on your great success in martial arts!"

"A Zhu noticed that too?" Wu Long asked.

"Yes, the flower wreath you created has become a perfect circle. It shows that your martial arts are all-encompassing. Therefore, not a single flower is out of control; they are all under the guidance of your internal energy. In A Zhu's opinion, husband has already made the initial progress in martial arts!"

Wu Long smiled slightly, his heart filled with joy, but on the surface, he showed no excitement, acting as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. He said, "Then, A Zhu, how will you reward your husband?" As he spoke, Wu Long hugged A Zhu and wanted to kiss her.

Just then, they suddenly heard Azi cry out in their arms, "Ah!" "Husband, sister, you two are squeezing me!"

Wu Long and Azhu quickly separated. Indeed, he had been so focused on Azhu that he had almost forgotten about Azi. Azi's little face was flushed red from being squeezed, and she let out a soft moan. Wu Long quickly kneaded her red cheeks.

"Husband, you have to keep me company!"

"How can I keep you company?" Wu Long teased her.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll consider it as you keeping me company," Azi said proudly.

Wu Long, of course, gave her a long French kiss without hesitation.

"Oh, oh, oh... Husband, Wu Long told you to kiss Wu Long's face, how could you kiss Wu Long like that!"

"What, don't you like it?"

A Zi's eyes darted around

and she said, "You bad brother-in-law, you're such a beast, you didn't even spare Mom, killing three birds with one stone! Wu Long and my sister said this can't be left like this. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless, you recite that line again, and make me happy, then my sister and I will forgive you!"

A Zi also giggled, "Husband, hurry up and recite it, I want to hear it too! If you recite it well, I'll put in a good word for you with Mom and persuade her!"

Wu Long pretended to be very sad, wiped two dewdrops from the petals, put them on his eyes, and began to say in a mournful voice:

"There was once a sincere love placed before me, but I did not cherish it. Only when I lost it did I realize my regret, and there is nothing more painful in this world than this. If God could give me another chance, I would say to that girl: 'I love you!'

If I had to put a time limit on this love, I hope it would be... ten thousand years!"

A'Zhu's tense face relaxed. Ever since she inadvertently uttered that cheesy line that day, the two girls had actually enjoyed hearing it. It made sense; in the strictly regulated Song Dynasty, where could one find such sentimental love talk? Love talk was something one could hear a thousand times and never tire of, so the two girls always hoped Wu Long would say more sweet nothings to them. Wu Long, of course, wouldn't refuse this small request.

"Alright, alright, let's eat! The food's getting cold," A'Zhu said, pretending to be a housewife.

Opening the food box, she saw several small dishes inside. Although ordinary, their exquisite appearance and fragrant aroma told her they were far from ordinary. These were dishes made by A'Zi. A'Zi hadn't lied; her cooking was indeed delicious, even better than A'Zhu's. Since rescuing Wu Long from the Xingxiu Sect, A'Zi had become even more devoted to him, and her cooking had become even more meticulous. Wu Long often praised her cooking highly. To win a man's heart, you must first win his stomach. Azi had successfully won over Wu Long's stomach, making him like her even more.

Wu Long praised Azi, making her beam with joy. After the meal, Wu Long asked,

"What are you doing, brother? Are you still studying the Yi Jin Jing?"

Azi replied,

"Yes, that's right. Speaking of which, Grandpa Qiao is really amazing. He actually reached the sixth level of the Yi Jin Jing. It's unbelievable. It would take an ordinary person at least fifty years of hard training."

Wu Long said,

"Brother cultivates Shaolin internal energy. He's exceptionally talented, with incredibly strong internal energy and high comprehension. His progress is astonishing, but not impossible. It seems I need to set off to find the Ice Silkworm soon, or I'll really be surpassed by Brother."

Azi said,

"Really, why did you give him the Yi Jin Jing? What if he becomes your enemy?"

Wu Long said:

“I know my elder brother best, and I admire him greatly. As for the Yi Jin Jing, it wasn't originally ours, so giving it to him is fine. He would never become our enemy. Ah Zi, you're too young. You don't know that true power in the martial world requires not only strong martial arts but also substantial wealth and influence. That's why I took the emperor as my disciple, and ultimately, I need powerful allies to maintain my dominance. Although I don't have that ambition yet.”

After saying this, Wu Long asked Ah Zhu again,

“Where’s Xing Zhu?”

Ah Zhu replied,

“Mom is also practicing martial arts. Oh, and I have good news for you! Mom seems to have accepted you. She's very interested in the stories you told us. Tonight, you can come into our room!”

She then gave Wu Long a flirtatious wink, making him itch with desire. He thought to himself with a touch of pride that his efforts hadn't been in vain, leaving Ruan Xing Zhu with an impression of a dashing, learned, and charming man.

Speaking of which, Wu Long’s past life’s art of seduction was certainly not something this little book could be the first to publish. Wu Long was well-versed in stories of talented men and beautiful women from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, and he could recount them one by one, often leaving A'Zhu and A'Zi captivated. Even Ruan Xingzhu, who was usually oblivious to everything around her, was sometimes drawn in by Wu Long's stories and would ask him what the next chapter would be like.

These days, Wu Long started with "The Romance of the Western Chamber," then moved on to "Dream of the Red Chamber," and even went on to stories unsuitable for children, such as "Yu Jiao Lou" and "Chun Man Tang." Ruan Xingzhu and her daughter were so engrossed in Wu Long's stories that they were completely unaware that the male protagonists in his tales were all modified versions of himself, projecting his own image onto the characters. Unconsciously, the two women began to see Wu Long as one of those witty and romantic male leads.

After a few days, the way the mother and daughter looked at Wu Long changed, and their attitude towards him changed even more. Unexpectedly, all his efforts paid off. Ruan Xingzhu, through subtle influence, gradually accepted Wu Long without realizing it. Thinking of the evening, Wu Long swallowed hard:

"Looks like we can have a threesome tonight." (

Chapter 118 of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Underwater Flirting, Mother and Daughter Threesome 6)

Late at night, Wu Long had two women on his arms, A Zi on his left and Ruan Xingzhu on his right. A Zi was curled up in the blankets, her head and body resting on his lap, only half her pretty face showing. All three women were completely absorbed. A Zi stared intently at Wu Long, her big eyes unblinking, her small hands gripping the edge of the blankets nervously. A Zhu's slender hands tightly gripped his trousers. She also looked up at him with her small face tilted back.

Wu Long was actually telling a story, one of the Four Great Classical Novels of his past life, *Water Margin*. The women loved listening to his stories they had never heard before, often listening for hours on end. Wu Long saw how much they enjoyed it. Whenever he had free time, he would find them and recount all the TV dramas, movies, and novels from his past life to them. This was a good way to cultivate their relationship.

*Water Margin* was a classic novel from his past life; Wu Long had read it, but so much time had passed that he couldn't remember the words clearly. He could only explain the plot to the women based on the movies and TV shows he had seen later. At this moment, they were talking about the crucial moment when Wu Song fought the tiger. The women held their breath, watching Wu Long intently. When they heard the strong liquor Wu Song had drunk taking effect at this critical moment, they nervously clenched their hands.

Wu Long's voice rose and fell, changing tone with the plot, perfectly creating the atmosphere. He couldn't help but admire his talent as a storyteller.

"No sooner said than done! Just as Wu Song was startled by the tiger's roar and broke out in a cold sweat, half-sobering up, the spotted tiger pounced on him!..." Wu Long said, opening his mouth wide. He mimicked the tiger demon's gesture and bit Ah Zi, then continued, "If this were an ordinary person, they would probably be pounced on by the tiger and become its dinner. But Wu Song is no ordinary man. He dodged the tiger's claws with a swift movement, and although his body was torn in several places by the tiger's claws, he was unharmed!"

The three of them were captivated by the story, feeling as if they were actually there, and they breathed a slight sigh of relief, their hearts easing halfway.

"Wu Song picked up his long staff and roared as he slammed it on the ground, trying to intimidate the tiger. But unexpectedly, the tiger was not afraid at all!"

Wu Long suddenly widened his eyes and bared his teeth, saying, "The tiger pounced again, opening its mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and biting at Wu Song's throat!" Ah Zi screamed. Wu Long found it amusing that such a ruthless little girl was so timid when listening to a story. Ah Zi realized that Wu Long was laughing at her, and bit his thigh in dissatisfaction.

"Wu Song swayed and dodged again, but his thigh was scratched by the tiger, leaving several more wounds. It hurts so much!" Wu Long said with a bitter face. His thigh was now being ravaged by a "little tigress."

"I'll bite you to death, I'll bite you to death, so you can scare people again!" A Zi poked her head out and grinned.

Wu Long laughed and said, "It's okay to bite your thigh, you can bite both legs, but don't bite the third leg, or you'll be widows!"

A Zi asked in confusion, "Where did my brother-in-law get the idea of a third leg?"

A Zhu chuckled, "My husband is so naughty!"

Ruan Xingzhu, who had been stiff from being held by Wu Long, couldn't help but relax completely and laughed. A Zi, being clever, quickly understood Wu Long's meaning and bit him again fiercely.

After a few more rounds of teasing, Wu Long continued his story. He recounted how the tiger was finally beaten to death by Wu Song, and only then did the women breathe a sigh of relief. Wu Long raised an eyebrow and said, "If your husbands encountered tigers, I'd kill one if one came, two if two came, and a whole nest if they came, just enough to make soup!"

Of course, for Wu Long, let alone a nest of tigers, even ten or a hundred nests wouldn't be a threat to him. Finally, Ruan Xingzhu couldn't help but pout and say:

"I know you're good at this, but you only use your words. You've deceived countless women."

Clearly, he still harbored some resentment towards Wu Long for using the antidote to take advantage of her. Wu Long laughed, "That's right, if my mouth weren't so good, how could I have my precious Xingzhu…"

Hearing this, Ruan Xingzhu's pretty face flushed red, and she spat, "Vulgar."

Wu Long laughed, "I haven't finished yet. I meant how to eat the food my precious Ruan Xingzhu cooks! What are you thinking!"

Ruan Xingzhu's face turned even redder, knowing she couldn't win an argument. She glared at him and said nothing more. "Next, brother-in-law, where did Wu Song go after he killed the tiger?" Azi asked, blinking her big eyes and tilting her head up from under the covers.

Wu Long straightened his throat and continued: "After Wu Song killed the tiger, he met a group of hunters. They were the hunters who were hired by the county boss to spend a lot of money to catch the tiger. After learning that Wu Song had killed a tiger with his bare hands, they were all very surprised. Naturally, he became He was brought to the county town by the hunters beating gongs and drums. Coincidentally, Wu Song's brother-in-law Wu Da also moved to this city to sell cooking cakes, so..." Then he told the story of Wu Song and Wu Da's recognition.

"This Wu Da is short and ugly. He is not as tall and powerful as his brother Wu Song. But ugly people also have blessings. Wu Da's daughter-in-law Pan Jinlian is a great beauty. Not only is she as beautiful as a flower, but she is also gentle and virtuous. It is like flowers blooming on cow dung. Gorgeous, graceful and beautiful~!"

Ah Zi said: "Is this Pan Jinlian as beautiful as us?"

Wu Long heard this and looked across the faces of the three women before looking at Ah Zi. He chuckled, "Pan Jinlian is as beautiful as a flower, but you are all breathtakingly beautiful, not on the same level!"

Hearing this, the women couldn't help but smile. Women adorn themselves for their lovers; a single compliment from a lover is worth more than a hundred or a thousand words from others. Even Ruan Xingzhu, though playfully scolding him for being "smooth-tongued," had a smile on her face. As the story progressed, it was time to talk about Pan Jinlian seducing Wu Song. However, Wu Long felt that repeating this story was becoming tedious, like reciting a textbook. Looking at the women's pretty faces, a sudden thought struck him. He chuckled inwardly and began,

"That night, Wu Song woke up hungry in the middle of the night and got up to find something to eat. Just as he found a cold pancake and was about to eat it with great joy, a pale hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, and he felt a strange warmth coming from his back..."

"Ah!..." The most timid of the storyteller, A Zi, immediately clung tightly to Wu Long's leg, too nervous to even breathe. The other women were also on edge, wondering how this had suddenly turned into a ghost story.

Wu Long softened his voice and said slowly, "Wu Song slowly, slowly turned around. First, he saw a smooth, white arm, then a fair and beautiful face, but her face was glowing with a strange red light. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her clothes were disheveled..."

"A...a female ghost?" Ruan Xingzhu swallowed hard.

Wu Long didn't answer, but changed the subject, saying, "The woman suddenly spoke: 'Uncle, what are you doing here so late?' It turned out that the woman was Pan Jinlian. She thought there was no brazier in her uncle's room, so she casually put on a piece of clothing, took a brazier, and came downstairs. The red light on her face was the reflection of the sparks in the brazier." "

A pain shot through her leg, and A Zi pinched Wu Long's thigh hard again, scolding, 'I knew my brother-in-law was lying again!'"

"Pay attention, pay attention, the show is about to begin. Cough, cough." Wu Long cleared his throat and continued, "At this moment, Jinlian was only wearing an outer garment, with her pink bodice exposed underneath.

Wu Song glanced at her, then quickly looked away, smiling awkwardly, and said, 'The night is long and I can't sleep. Could it be that you, sister-in-law, are also hungry in the middle of the night and have come looking for steamed buns to eat?' Jinlian saw Wu Song's bare chest glistening under the starlight in the brazier, and her heart stirred slightly, her eyes becoming hazy..."

At this moment, Ruan Xingzhu muttered, "It's not like it's braised pork, yet it's glistening..."

"Jinlian said softly, 'Sister-in-law doesn't eat steamed buns, sister-in-law wants to eat big radishes~'"

"Radishes?" Azi blinked, puzzled, "Who would wake up in the middle of the night wanting to eat big radishes?"

Wu Long smiled wickedly and said, "Be careful, don't touch my radishes!"

The other women had already understood, and they all blushed and pouted, with Ruan Xingzhu even raising her little fist to punch them. Wu Long continued his story: "Wu Song looked at his sister-in-law's face, which was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and said with difficulty, 'After Wu Song finishes his steamed bun, I'll give you some radish...' Jinlian threw down the brazier and threw herself into Wu Song's arms, saying sweetly, 'Don't eat steamed buns, I'll give you meat buns...'" "

Husband, this story is getting more and more inappropriate!" A'Zhu complained.

"It's getting more and more vulgar," Ruan Xingzhu said, blushing.

Only A'Zi said, "No, I think my brother-in-law's story is quite interesting."

Ruan Xingzhu couldn't help but say, "Given Wu Song's personality, how could he possibly have feelings for his sister-in-law?" Wu Long said, "

Yes, Xingzhu is right. Wu Song is indeed worthy of being called Wu Song. He suppressed his lust, pushed Jinlian away, and said solemnly, 'Sister-in-law, you should give your steamed bun to your brother-in-law.

If you want to eat radish, you should ask your brother-in-law. Wu Song is going to eat pancakes!' He then turned to leave. But as soon as he turned around, Jinlian started to sob. Wu Song was puzzled and turned back to ask, 'Sister-in-law, why are you crying?' Jinlian replied in a sobbing voice, 'My life is so miserable...' Wu Song was greatly puzzled: 'Is your brother-in-law treating you badly?' Jinlian replied, 'He treats me with respect.' Wu Song was even more surprised: 'Then why are you crying? You should go back to your room and sleep.' He then turned to leave again, but Jinlian grabbed his leg and cried out in a mournful voice, 'Your brother-in-law... he... he... he...' Wu Song helped Jinlian up and asked with a frown, 'What happened to my brother-in-law?'" Jinlian said, "Your brother-in-law has homosexual tendencies! He's a homosexual! Since I married into your Wu family, he's never touched me! He... he even had an affair with that Ximen Qing!"

The women on the bed all paled upon hearing this, even Azi understood what she meant, pinching Wu Long's thigh and scolding, "Brother-in-law, don't say such disgusting things!"

Wu Long remained unmoved and continued, "Wu Song was furious upon hearing this, and the next day he went and beheaded Ximen Qing, bringing back..." He went to see his brother. Upon seeing Ximen Qing's severed head, Wu Da was overcome with grief and hanged himself in his room that very night. But before dying, he hated Jinlian for telling Wu Song about the incident, so he strangled her as well. The next day, when Wu Song saw the severed head, he was utterly devastated. Finally, Wu Song took Ximen Qing's head to the authorities to surrender and was exiled to the army. Later, he changed Wu Song's story at the Mandarin Duck Tower and the Happy Forest into an erotic version, making all the women blush with shame. His hands began to wander, and Ruan Xingzhu, who was close to him

, began to pant heavily. Ruan Xingzhu realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The three had nowhere to escape and could only submit to Wu Long's clutches. Soon they were stripped naked and rolled together on the bed. Wu Long first grabbed Ruan Xingzhu's soft, red lips and kissed them. Ruan Xingzhu's body stiffened, and after a soft moan, she was lost in Wu Long's kiss.

"Wu...?!" Ruan Xingzhu murmured, bewildered.

Wu Long didn't give her time to think; he needed a quick victory, seeking that fleeting moment of glory and brilliance. Being a Song Dynasty person, she naturally didn't understand what a long kiss was, so Ruan Xingzhu's reaction was very stiff. Her lips were cool and soft, and Wu Long's tongue effortlessly pried open Ruan Xingzhu's teeth, teasing her smooth little tongue, greedily sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth, savoring this delicious flavor.

Ruan Xingzhu trembled slightly, closing her eyes, her whole body still shaking uncontrollably, feeling hot and weak, almost suffocating and fainting. Wu Long could feel Ruan Xingzhu's lips and teeth trembling slightly. Nervous, she became somewhat bewildered. Wu Long's intrusion was so domineering that Ruan Xingzhu felt she didn't even have a chance to breathe.

Wu Long relaxed her, letting her catch her breath, and gently rubbed her back with both hands. Ruan Xingzhu's face was flushed, her small mouth panting softly, her breath carrying a unique, sweet fragrance. Her large, dreamy eyes showed she wasn't fully awake, her passionate appearance indescribably alluring.

Wu Long smiled as he looked at Ruan Xingzhu and said gently, "Xingzhu, I love you!"

He asked for nothing in return, only true love.

This was Wu Long's usual style, and it always worked at crucial moments! In Wu Long's eyes, nothing was more likely to move a woman's heart than naked honesty and a declaration of love. Love needs no hiding.

Ruan Xingzhu, her face flushed, looked up at Wu Long's smiling expression, feeling another wave of indescribable shyness. But after a moment, her eyes filled with tenderness, and after gazing at Wu Long for a while, she suddenly seemed to have made a decision.

"Wu Long, I am yours! In this life and for all eternity..." With that, she suddenly wrapped all her strength around Wu Long's neck, uttering these words of self-sacrifice. Saying these words meant entrusting her entire life's happiness to the man she loved.

Ruan Xingzhu's murmur ignited a burning desire within Wu Long. The faint, virginal fragrance emanating from Ruan Xingzhu had already been stimulating his senses, making him restless. Now, with Ruan Xingzhu offering herself to him, Wu Long felt his body growing hotter and hotter, unable to control his impulse any longer!

"She truly has the qualities of my wife!" Wu Long thought, pulling Ruan Xingzhu tightly into his arms again.

Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Ruan Xingzhu let out another soft moan and collapsed softly against Wu Long. At this moment, Wu Long couldn't resist his burning desire any longer and roughly removed her clothes. Ruan Xingzhu only trembled slightly with shyness.

"So beautiful!" Wu Long cupped her full breasts with his large hand, teasing the two fiery red nipples. He lowered his head to suckle her nipples, gently biting Ruan Xingzhu's smooth, tender skin, feeling the clitoris harden and swell in his mouth.

"Mmm..." Ruan Xingzhu felt her head throbbing, waves of unknown pleasure assaulting her senses and flooding her entire body, causing her to moan involuntarily.

Wu Long's hand continued to slowly slide down Ruan Xingzhu's smooth, beautiful skin, deftly freeing her from all restraints. As the pink bodice slipped off Ruan Xingzhu's body, her youthful and alluring body was revealed before Wu Long's eyes. Her delicate, jade-like skin, her trembling, proudly erect, snow-white breasts, her slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, her smooth, snow-white, soft abdomen, and her graceful, long, snow-white legs—every part of her was beautiful. Wu Long's eyes shone with the excitement of someone who had discovered a treasure.

Ruan Xingzhu truly deserves the description of a treasure. Perhaps in Wu Long's eyes, no amount of treasure could buy such a beauty. Ruan Xingzhu's body was as translucent as jade, her skin smooth and delicate, seemingly boneless. Her dark eyes were clear as autumn water, her cherry lips were rosy and alluring, her breasts were round and full, her waist slender, her soft abdomen smooth as satin, her legs long and shapely, and her soft, fine hair framed her flower-like face, making her beautiful and charming, with an intoxicating appearance. At this moment, she gently wrapped her arms around Wu Long's neck, closed her dark eyes, tilted her head back, and brought her slightly trembling lips close to his face...

Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, looking from above like two squeezed white orbs. Her jade-like back curved gracefully down her boneless spine, until her jade buttocks, covered by a sliver of fiery red high-waisted transparent silk panties, rose sharply again.

Wu Long wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist, gently kissing her lower lip. A surge of fiery desire rose within him, rushing to his penis, causing it to tremble and pierce Ruan Xingzhu's sensitive spot.

"Ah?!" Ruan Xingzhu cried out softly, quickly immersing herself in the world of tender love...

Wu Long kissed Ruan Xingzhu, and she returned his kiss, sucking on his lower lip back and forth. At the same time, Wu Long also took her upper lip into his mouth, feeling the curves and elasticity of her lips. With one hand, Wu Long brushed her hair back, revealing her charming sideburns, and gently caressed her ear. His other hand held her left breast; she seemed like a woman who couldn't be grasped by a man's single hand, her perfectly sized pink areola adorned with a pink cherry. Sometimes he held it between his fingers, sometimes he gently pinched it.

"Ah..." With a tremor, she gasped softly, her jade-like legs twisting and turning, emitting uncontrollable moans. Wu Long inhaled the fragrance emanating from her secret place, biting into her plump mound through her thin, gossamer-like silk trousers. One hand spread her legs, the other caressed her clitoris. The feeling of his cheek pressed against her soft thighs was truly one of life's greatest pleasures.

"Xingzhu, I'm coming."

"Mmm... be gentle..." Ruan Xingzhu said softly, her beautiful eyes closed. Wu Long immediately took a deep breath, and with a slight thrust of his hips, his member slowly entered Ruan Xingzhu's body.

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