Pretty Sisters Venture into the World

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(I)
During the Song Dynasty, Hangzhou in Zhejiang was a picturesque and beautiful place with many talented people. Everyone knows that Hangzhou has many beautiful women and many wealthy merchants. There is a large mansion located on the banks of the Xiaoqing River in the east of the city. The owner of this mansion is Master Hua, a big boss who owns a silk shop. His business covers the whole of Zhejiang. It is noon now, and the entire Hua mansion is in chaos. Famous doctors from all over the city are coming and going. Master Hua and his wife are anxiously pacing back and forth in the courtyard. Master Hua is an upright man with only one wife and one daughter who is 12 years old this year. Now his only daughter, Ruobing, has fallen seriously ill. She is talking in her sleep like a madwoman and is about to die. All the doctors have tried their best to diagnose her and prescribe medicine, but they are helpless. It seems that the old man will bury his daughter. Just when they were at their wits' end, the gatekeeper, Zhao Er, came to report, "Master, an old nun has come to the gate and says she can cure Miss's illness."
Master Hua immediately ordered, "Please, please come in quickly! Don't offend her!"
This brought a glimmer of hope to the old couple. Before long, Zhao Er led in an old nun. She was about 60 years old, dressed in a yellow monk's robe and holding a whisk. She truly had the air of a hermit. Master Hua and his wife were very kind and treated the nun with special respect. After they sat down in the living room, Master Hua and his wife bowed. The old nun quickly stood up to return the greeting, "This humble nun heard that your young lady is unwell
, so I came to see her." "Master, you are so kind. My husband and I are deeply grateful for your kindness, but we don't know what to do."
"This humble nun will first go to see the young lady's room."
The old nun entered the room, first looking at Hua Ruobing's face, then around to observe her complexion, before sitting down to take her pulse. The room was very quiet, and it took a long time to finish. The old nun stood up and left, the elderly couple accompanying her to the living room, where a maidservant first served tea. "Master, you've worked so hard. Is there any hope for my daughter's illness?"
"Amitabha!"
"Alas… her illness is not minor, but not life-threatening. This humble nun can use a little magic to bring her back to life."
"Really? Master, you are truly a living goddess." "
I dare not accept such praise. I have some medicine readily available in this bag."
Saying this, she pulled the bag to the front, taking out some medicine bottles, boxes, and small gourds, square and round, filling the table. Finally, she picked up a porcelain bottle, unscrewed the cap, and poured out nine pills. The pink pills, no bigger than millet grains, had a pleasant fragrance that instantly refreshed the mind and body. The old nun handed the pills to a maid: "You must force this into your mistress's mouth; it's called a 'resurrection pill.' I'll have your mistress get out of bed before the lamps are lit."
The maid happily went to the mistress's room, fed the pills to Hua Ruobing, watched her swallow them, tucked her in, and quietly waited there. Master Hua and his wife had prepared several chairs outside the window, with maids and servants keeping them company as they waited for news. Time seemed to drag on, but finally the sun set and the moon rose, and the silver lamps were lit inside. Not long after, Hua Ruobing's bed creaked open, and everyone stood up; the old couple also entered the room. The maid lifted the curtain and saw that Hua Ruobing had turned over, her expression still showing some pain. The old nun immediately ordered, "Prepare a spittoon, quickly!"
Several maids rushed over to support her, and Hua Ruobing opened her mouth and vomited a lot of green liquid. Then she lay down, humming through her nose, and then opened her eyes. The old nun smiled slightly and said, "It's fate that brought us together from afar. Please open your eyes, esteemed one!"
********************************** The mountains of Mount Emei in Sichuan are steep and the roads are rugged and difficult to traverse. Even if there are paths, they are only narrow trails. Ordinary farmers and villagers consider climbing the mountain a daunting task. Occasionally, some brave young men try to explore the mountain, but they all return in disarray. In this treacherous mountain range, there is a peak called Guanyun Peak. On this peak is a temple called Cibei Temple. The temple's construction date is unknown. Although it is not grand, it is quite unique and can be considered a good place for quiet meditation. The sound of swords clashing came from behind the temple. Looking towards the sound, they found two young girls practicing swordsmanship in an open space. One girl wore a white dress, and the other a pink dress. Their long swords gleamed coldly in the sunlight. To an expert, these young girls, despite their youth, were quite skilled in martial arts. The girl in white was Hua Ruobing. After her master, Hui Jing, saved her life with medicine, her parents had brought her to Emei to learn martial arts. Six years had passed in the blink of an eye. Ruobing had grown into a graceful young woman. The girl practicing swordsmanship with her was Ziyu, an orphan. Ziyu was a year younger than Ruobing. The two sisters had lived and practiced together since childhood, inseparable. Although they hadn't shaved their heads, they were practically nuns. When they were tired from practicing, the two sisters sat on a large blue stone to rest and chat. Thinking of her parents, Ruobing couldn't help but shed tears. She had been away from home for many years and didn't know how her parents were doing. Just then, a young nun ran over and said, "Senior Sister, Master wants you to go to her place."
Ruobing didn't know why her master wanted to see her, so she went straight to the meditation room where the abbess was practicing. These past few days, the abbess had noticed that Ruobing seemed absent-minded, and she naturally knew that Ruobing was homesick. The abbess said, "Child, you've been with me for six years, it's time to go home and visit."
"Master, I can't bear to part with you."
"Don't say any more. Pack your things, you can go down the mountain in a couple of days. Don't neglect your martial arts when you get home!"
"I know, Master!"
"Tell your junior sister to go with you, so she can broaden her horizons and gain some knowledge."
Ruobing left the abbess's meditation room and told her junior sister about it. Ziyu was overjoyed, longing for the beautiful world outside the mountain. Two days later, Ruobing and Ziyu had packed their belongings and came to say goodbye to their master. The abbess only said to take good care of herself after going down the mountain, and then said nothing more. The two sisters bowed to their revered teacher and left Mount Emei. They looked back again and again, inevitably feeling a pang of reluctance, and tears welled up in their eyes. Fortunately, Ziyu, being lively and cheerful, constantly comforted Ruobing, and her worries vanished in an instant. She then continued her journey south. After a day's travel, they finally arrived at a bustling town. Ziyu, a girl who had grown up deep in the mountains, was overjoyed to see such a beautiful town and countryside for the first time. The town they arrived at was called Panjia Town, a bustling port with a large population. Merchants from all directions gathered here to exchange goods, and there were many inns and restaurants. At Ziyu's request, the two sisters wandered around the town, looking at everything. Everything was dazzling and incredibly new to Ziyu, and her curiosity caused them to linger. It wasn't until sunset that they finally found a larger inn to stay in. The waiter led them to their room, which the two sisters found quite clean and tidy, so they settled in. The waiter closed the door behind him, a lewd grin spreading across his face. The two, new to the ways of the world, had no idea they were in the lion's den. This was no ordinary waiter; his name was Feng Baode, known in the underworld as the Invincible Iron Fist, a notorious womanizer in the area. He was ecstatic to see two beautiful young women enter the shop. Having spent so many years in the brothel, he had seen many pretty young women and wives, but he had never seen such pure and alluring girls. They exuded the unique fragrance of virginity. Such fine goods should be enjoyed by his good friend. He sent someone to deliver a message to his friend, Jiang Dapeng, the Cloud Swallow, inviting him to come that evening. Seeing the waiter leave, the two sisters began to undress and wash off the dust from the road. Ziyu, dressed in a pinkish-green suit, perfectly accentuated her fair skin and cherry lips, her delicate beauty. Her dimples appeared and disappeared when she smiled, her eyes sparkling. The loose outer garment clung to her body, emphasizing her shapely figure and graceful curves. Even she couldn't help but glance at herself in the bronze mirror a few more times. When Ziyu turned around and saw her senior sister, she was stunned. Although they had grown up together but each had their own rooms, this was the first time she had seen Ruobing's body—such a mature and alluring physique! Ruobing removed her white outer garment, revealing her lotus-root-like arms, snow-white and delicate, her proud breasts almost bursting through her white bodice. Ziyu couldn't help but exclaim, "Senior sister has such a beautiful figure!"
Then she took off her long skirt, instantly brightening the small room. Two slender, jade-like legs, white and smooth, and a snow-white, round bottom tightly clamped a private, secret cave that drove men wild. Ziyu's delicate hands secretly reached behind her senior sister's neck and untied the knot of her bodice. As soon as the bodice fell off, a pair of restless white rabbits sprang out, their pyramid-shaped breasts proudly erect. Due to years of martial arts training, her breasts were much firmer than others', and the two red cherries on her snow-white breasts were quite adorable. Her breasts trembled incessantly with Ruobing's delicate body. Even her secret cave was still covered by a pair of panties made of very thin silk. At this moment, Ruobing's body exuded the charm of a mature woman, every move she made was incredibly sexy, especially her pair of phoenix eyes, which revealed endless charm. Ziyu felt that her figure was very good, but compared to her senior sister, it seemed to be a size smaller. She couldn't help but playfully caress her senior sister's soft and full breasts with both hands. When her junior sister's hand touched her chest, Ruobing trembled involuntarily. A strange, unprecedented sensation coursed through her body. She let her junior sister caress her soft, elastic breasts with both hands. Ziyu then pinched her nipples with her fingers. After being caressed, the nipples hardened and turned from light pink to bright red. Ruobing felt a tingling sensation in her heart from her junior sister's delicate hands, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans. A few tiny, glistening beads of sweat appeared on Ruobing's delicate nose. A knock on the door startled them awake. "Who is it?" "
It's the waiter, asking what you'd like for dinner."
Ziyu casually ordered a few dishes and a pot of wine. The two sisters quickly washed up, and then the waiter came in, set out the food, and lit candles. The two sisters chatted as they ate. Ruobing said, "Junior sister, let's buy two horses tomorrow so we can get home faster."
"Alright! We
'll do as you say, senior sister." After the meal, the waiter came in to tidy up and brewed them some fragrant tea. He casually placed a box on the table, said, "Please enjoy, ladies," and then left. The two sisters curiously opened the box and found two books inside. They discovered they were erotic books: one was *Jin Ping Mei*, and the other was *Yu Pu Tuan*. The books contained text and colorful illustrations. The provocative words and lifelike pictures ignited a burning desire in the two young women, making them feel hot all over. They each lay down on the bed, but they couldn't bear to put the books down. The plot in the book had already stirred Ruobing's heart. She was in her adolescence and had no resistance to the temptations in the book. She was already aroused and weak all over. Her long, fair legs could not move. Thinking of her junior sister's caresses just now, Ruobing rubbed her firm and full breasts with both hands. Her proud breasts stood upright in the air. Her snow-white breasts were beautiful and proud. The red cherry on the top of her breast was extremely tempting. Because her breasts were so big, she could kiss them with her mouth if she lowered her head. The girl, mimicking the illustrations in the book, extended her tongue and lightly licked the large nipples. A surge of pleasure shot from her nipples down her body and then to her limbs. Her beautiful, breathtaking eyes revealed a satisfied expression. With the constant caresses of her hands and the nimble licking of her tongue, a wave of pleasure welled up from the depths of her heart. Her nipples gradually hardened, bringing even greater sensitivity. Eighteen is the age of a woman's maturity. Primitive desires have been accumulating within her for too long, and masturbation allows them to flow freely. Her fair, delicate hands then moved to her private area. Ruobing's hands touched a thin, already moist cleft. Her fingers moved downwards, touching two soft labia. She lifted her legs and pulled down her panties. The girl was mature, healthy, chaste, and her snow-white body was completely exposed. Her sexy body was full of vitality and texture, truly a beauty that would shame even the most accomplished monks. Ruobing's desire was stimulated, and she was already numb and dizzy. Her vagina unconsciously secreted a large amount of love fluid, wetting her delicate fingers. Furthermore, Ziyu was more unrestrained and bolder than Ruobing. She was a beautiful and pretty young girl, only seventeen years old. She was petite, plump, and voluptuous. The thin pink gauze, as thin as a cicada's wing, accentuated her full and slender figure, highlighting her curves beautifully. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her plump back and soft, rounded shoulders like a waterfall. Her arms were smooth and fair, like two jade lotus roots. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of large, dark, watery eyes that sparkled and shone, often flashing with captivating allure. Her voluptuous white legs accentuated her round, plump buttocks. Her charming and gentle smile captivated all men. Seeing such explicit pictures and storylines for the first time, the girl felt weak all over and her lower body was incredibly itchy. Her skin was fair and delicate, with curves and exquisite skin. Her slender, snow-white hands were kneading and caressing her firm, full breasts. Her other hand stretched out her long, jade-like fingers and frantically flicked and teased the entrance to her paradise between her legs. Lustful fluids flowed continuously from the entrance, making the grassy area around the entrance wet. Under her unrestrained caresses, Ziyu couldn't help but let out waves of lewd breaths. Her cheeks were flushed, and her half-closed, half-open eyes were burning with desire. Just as the two sisters were lost in their joy, the door was pushed open, and two men entered one after the other. They were startled, but the first one was the waiter, who had changed his clothes. He was eight feet five inches tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His face was like a silver basin, with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes. He had a straight nose and a wide mouth. His clothes and accessories were all clean and neat. But upon closer inspection, there was a murderous aura in his eyes and brows. He was handsome and imposing, a standard handsome man. In particular, his eyes emitted two cold lights. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell at a glance that he was a martial arts master. The one behind had extremely fair and delicate skin, a rosy face, and was exceptionally handsome. He had arched eyebrows, a straight nose, and piercing eyes. He wore a blue velvet hood with a ribbon tied around his round forehead, and a circle of warm white wool pressed against his jade-like forehead. He wore a blue shirt and carried a black sword at his waist, which could not hide his dashing and debonair air. He was a handsome young man full of vigor and spirit. They were Feng Baode and Jiang Dapeng. In fact, they had been watching from outside for a long time. After Jiang Dapeng came in, he did not speak. Instead, he sat down on the edge of Ziyu's bed, his eyes filled with lust as he looked at the sexy and beautiful girl on the bed. The two girls, consumed by desire, naturally wouldn't ask them to leave. Instead, they felt a strange excitement, their actions speaking louder than words. Jiang Dapeng gently lifted Ziyu up and placed her on his lap, stroking her back lightly. His lips pressed against hers, her beautiful hair cascading down softly… Her tongue, tender and sweet, moved rhythmically in his mouth, exploring it. When he entered her mouth, she immediately began to suckle, causing her whole body to tremble. Ziyu breathed out a fragrant breath, her kisses more passionate than ever, each one more intense than the last. With each thrust, Ziyu's face flushed even more crimson. She trembled slightly, her poetic murmurs coming out in fits and starts... The girl's moans of love were like birdsong in spring. Their body temperatures soared, and they trembled, forgetting their own existence. The only thing that truly mattered was the two of them enjoying themselves to the fullest. Meanwhile, Ruobing's beautiful eyes, brimming with desire, stared at Feng Baode. He casually pulled the girl into his arms, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. A masculine scent filled the girl's nostrils, causing her to tremble. Ruobing, already burning with desire, felt as if this embrace was a hammer piercing her heart, making her desire even more intense. She also wrapped her arms around Feng Baode's waist in a coquettish manner. Ruobing looked up at Feng Baode with tenderness, her expression filled with sexual desire. He naturally understood the girl's intentions. He cupped her fair and delicate face in his hands and pressed his lips to her sexy little lips. Ruobing shyly closed her eyes, responding to him. The two kissed passionately, the girl's fragrant tongue slipping into his mouth like an eel. She passionately sucked on Feng Baode's tongue, licking his saliva. Her jade-like arms also wrapped around Feng Baode's neck, their tongues intertwined, saliva covering their faces, their breathing becoming more and more rapid. Feng Baode released the girl's little mouth and kissed her ear. The girl desperately held him tightly, letting him gently lick and kiss her ear. Ruobing moaned softly in comfort, "Ah...ah...oh...oh...ah...so good."
Feng Baode hurriedly took off his clothes. Ruobing's face was flushed with excitement, and her bright eyes looked at the strange and curious man with a seductive gaze. Feng Baode excitedly looked at the girl's snow-white neck and jade-like shoulders. What excited him most were the girl's pair of high, firm breasts, white and tender, neither too big nor too small, forming complete semi-circles. At the top of each breast was a ring of deep red areolas the size of copper coins, with nipples like purple grapes. Feng Baode felt his mouth dry and his whole body hot. In a few quick movements, he stripped naked. His thick penis was already erect, with veins bulging. He stroked his large penis with his gloved hand. Ruobing gasped, her large eyes greedily fixed on it. This was the first time she had ever seen a man's body. The girl felt a gush of fluid flow from her narrow opening, down her thighs onto the bed, followed by a moan, "Ah...ah..."
Soon, her thighs, round, plump buttocks, and the bed were all soaked with her fluids. Jiang Dapeng was sucking on Ziyu's firm, elastic, and full breasts, the nipples bouncing incessantly in his mouth. Especially her private area, truly captivating, like a piece of white jade, an untouched gem. Her dense pubic hair gleamed black, a striking contrast to her fair skin, incredibly alluring, making Jiang Dapeng drool. Ziyu's skin was delicate and soft, her pubic hair revealing snow-white, tender labia, and the thin stream of fluid already flowing from her vulva—all even more alluring. He began to gently part her labia with his fingers. The clitoris, close to the labia, was already swollen and plump, throbbing slightly. The sticky fluid around it was incredibly alluring. Jiang Dapeng was a master of the bedroom; he wasn't in a hurry. He lightly flicked his fingers against the girl's labia, drawing out a few glistening strands of fluid. With a gentle probe, more fluid overflowed, causing her voluptuous, fair body to tremble. Jiang Dapeng then brought his lips to hers and began to lick her plump labia. This was quite something. The girl couldn't resist such teasing, and her desire instantly reached its peak. She nervously grabbed his hair, while Jiang Dapeng's nimble tongue continued to slide back and forth across her labia, occasionally sucking on her engorged clitoris. Her body burning hot, she pressed his head against her vagina as his tongue penetrated her. Jiang Dapeng, experienced as ever, stirred his tongue inside her. She was driven to the brink of ecstasy; her labia seemed to swell, the slit widening to reveal a glimpse of her urethra. "Ah...ah...you...you're making me...feel so good..."
The girl licked, feeling an intense, electric pleasure coursing through her. Her plump, white buttocks writhed and thrust upwards, swaying from side to side, yearning for a thick penis to plunge into her tender opening. Seeing that the time was ripe, Jiang Dapeng quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing a thick, erect penis. Ziyu, her eyes filled with seductive allure, bit her lip, admiring the large, engorged member that captivated her. Driven by curiosity and temptation, the girl shyly reached out her jade-like fingers to touch it, slowly rubbing, pulling, kneading, teasing, and pinching it, sometimes with force, sometimes with gentle pressure, sometimes up and sometimes down. The penis grew even hotter, harder, and longer. "Kiss it!"
Jiang Dapeng said. "Mmm!"
Ziyu, naked and plump, knelt at Jiang Dapeng's crotch, her two slender hands grasping his thick penis. Her seductive eyes shone with a watery, alluring light as she murmured, "It's so big!"
As she spoke, her cherry-like mouth opened, hungrily taking Jiang Dapeng's large penis into her mouth, her pink tongue licking the glans. Jiang Dapeng stood in front of the bed, feeling his large penis being sucked and swallowed in the girl's warm mouth, looking down at the beautiful and sexy girl giving him oral sex. A moment later, Ziyu opened her small mouth, spitting out the thick, hard, and swollen penis that she had been sucking. She lay back on the bed, spreading her two fair and smooth thighs, her slender hands caressing her already overflowing, enchanting vulva, and she moaned sweetly, "It's so itchy here."
Jiang Dapeng's eyes blazed as he looked at the naked beauty lying on the bed, her exquisite figure, her two full breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing, her long, smooth, white thighs, her snow-white skin full of elasticity and allure, and the damp pubic hair below her abdomen clinging messily to her vulva. Looking at Ziyu's beautiful face, burning with desire, he felt she was so charming and pretty. Jiang Dapeng grasped his penis and first rubbed the large glans against her vulva, making the girl unbearably itchy. She couldn't help but urge him shyly, "Hurry up!" Jiang Dapeng's large glans pressed against the girl's already overflowing petals and slowly entered. The girl beneath him had her pretty face flushed red with desire. As his penis entered, she let out a wanton moan from her cherry-like lips: "Ah...ah!"
Jiang Dapeng excitedly squeezed into the girl's mysterious vagina. It was wet and slippery inside. As soon as his large glans entered, it was tightly sucked by the tender flesh on both sides of the vagina. Watching the alluring petals between the girl's legs being forcibly parted by his large penis, penetrating deep into the woman's enchanting vagina, Jiang Dapeng felt extremely stimulated. "Ah...oh...good!"
Ziyu's slender waist arched, and her full, white body moved back and forth. Jiang Dapeng hadn't expected the girl beneath him to be so sensitive. He pinched the unusually full, snow-white peaks on the girl's breasts with both hands, and his large penis slowly moved in and out. The girl moaned softly, her silver teeth clenched, enduring the intense pleasure of the tender flesh of her vagina being scraped by his large penis. He lay on the girl's alabaster body and thrust violently. With each in and out, the girl's vaginal fluids splattered, extremely lewd. "Good...so good...ah, ah, ah!"
The girl's pretty face flushed red like blooming peach blossoms, her long hair had somehow come loose and swayed from side to side with the movement of her body, her two full and plump breasts trembled, a picture of wanton desire. Jiang Dapeng panted heavily, forcefully thrusting into the beautiful girl's voluptuous body, the girl moaning seductively with her eyes half-closed, her plump buttocks writhing wantonly, ecstatically feeling the thick and powerful penis thrusting in her wet vagina, "Ah, ah, ah, I can't take it anymore,"
Jiang Dapeng felt a strange sucking sensation deep inside the girl's warm and slippery vagina, making the tip of his big penis feel a tingling sensation that shot straight to his lower back. He couldn't help but increase the speed of his thrusts, creating a series of soft, wet sounds. Under Jiang Dapeng's rapid onslaught, the girl quickly reached her climax. Her delicate, snow-white body trembled and stiffened, and a warm, wet release gushed from her lower body. The girl, her cheeks flushed, opened her alluring eyes and looked at the handsome young man on top of her, mischievously twisting her plump, snow-white buttocks. "Brother, hurry up and cum!"
Jiang Dapeng excitedly withdrew his penis and aimed it at the girl's face. He gripped his own large penis with one hand and began to stroke it. Suddenly, his body stiffened, and large gushes of thick, white semen spurted from the tip of his penis, spraying onto the girl's face. The girl let out a soft moan and took the young man's large penis into her mouth, sucking hard. "Mmm... mmm..."
After trembling in the girl's mouth for a while, Yunrui withdrew his large penis with satisfaction from her cherry lips, a strand of clear, sticky fluid hanging lewdly between his thick penis and her cherry lips. Jiang Dapeng and Ziyu watched the fierce battle unfolding on the opposite bed. Ruobing raised her legs higher and higher, her body twisting more and more excitedly. Feng Baode's penis, mixed with Ruobing's love fluid, was extremely lubricated, allowing him to thrust more smoothly. The girl gripped the arms supporting her on the bed, tightening her grip with each of his violent movements, her nails digging into her muscles. She arched her back almost frantically, twisting her sweat-drenched body like a wild wave, her face filled with a joyful expression, her head swaying with the rhythm, her long hair scattered across the bed. Suddenly, her brows furrowed deeply, her whole body stiffened, and she opened her mouth wide but made no sound. He felt the girl's body tremble for a while, and then she lay limply on the bed. Her expression was relaxed and full of pleasure as she increased the amplitude of her up-and-down movements. Feng Baode watched Ruobing enjoy the sensation of being teased with her eyes closed. The penetration of his penis into her vagina brought him an indescribable pleasure. Her vagina was very tight, and each thrust brought him a real physical sensation. Looking up at Ruobing, her beautiful body was fully displayed before him. He watched his penis going in and out of Ruobing's flesh cave, causing her labia minora to flip back and forth. The girl's movements caused her breasts to ripple and sway, her full breasts trembling so intensely that Feng Baode longed to bite them. As the girl reached a climax, she released her hands from Feng Baode's chest, crossed them over her chest, and unconsciously squeezed her breasts to gain greater pleasure. Ruobing's throat emitted a low sound, her head tilted back, her long black hair cascading down. She placed her hands on his thighs, arching her upper body backward and emitting intermittent soft moans. With the girl's increasingly intense movements, she tightly hugged the man's neck, while Feng Baode cupped her breasts and sucked hard on her nipples, thrusting his penis forcefully into her vagina. The girl shook her head wildly, her plump buttocks undulating in rhythm with his thrusts. Feng Baode felt waves of heat surging through her body, and streams of her vaginal fluids enveloped his large penis like warm currents. Her uterus gripped his glans like a suction cup, and he could no longer hold back. He thrust a few more times, finally ejaculating a large amount of semen into her, his glans pressed firmly against her uterus. The two girls, having just experienced lovemaking, had a particularly strong interest in sex. The next day, they bought two horses and left the town for Hangzhou. They traveled in silence. One day, the two horses entered Hangzhou. Hangzhou had changed a lot in the six years since they left. The streets were wider and there were more houses, but it was still as prosperous as ever. Ruobing, relying on her memory, finally found her home after many years of wandering. Two young servants stood in front of the tall gate. The sisters dismounted and were about to go forward to speak when an older servant walked out from inside the gate. Ruobing recognized him immediately; it was their steward, Uncle Hu. "Uncle Hu!"
Ruobing called out. The old steward was startled, rubbed his eyes, and carefully looked the beautiful young woman in white dress up and down. "Who are you, young lady?"
"Uncle Hu, it's me, Xiao Bing! Don't you recognize me? I've returned from my apprenticeship!"
"Ah...it's Miss, it's Miss, Miss is back!"
The old steward was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "Quickly...quickly...come and get the horse!"
The old steward ordered the two young servants. "Yes!"
The two hurriedly ran to get the horse. When Ziyu saw a young man come to get her horse, although he wasn't particularly handsome, he was clean and neat. The young woman smiled sweetly and, while handing him the reins, gently touched the young man's hand with her delicate white hand. This servant, Hu Jun, was the old steward's youngest son. The moment his skin touched the skin of this beautiful and charming young woman, his excited penis involuntarily hardened. Although separated by her loose clothing, Ziyu's eyes were not blinded. A surge of desire rose within her, and she gave Hu Jun a coquettish look, saying, "Thank you, little brother." The book mentions that Hu Jun is only 20 years old and still a virgin. He has an arranged marriage and is planning to get married at the end of the year. How could such a young man resist Ziyu's allure? The others didn't notice any of this, but Ziyu secretly resolved to find a way to get her hands on this young man. Two young servants led the horse to the stable and handed it over to the stable master for brushing, washing, watering, and tidying. The old steward, running ahead, called out, "Master, Madam!"
Maids, servants, and old women all rushed out, surrounding Ruobing with great joy and concern. A quick-footed maid ran into the inner quarters to announce the good news to the master and madam. At that moment, Master Hua was reading in his study, and the old lady was holding her beloved large tabby cat. When the elderly couple heard the news, they couldn't believe it was true. Just as they were about to ask more questions, Ruobing was already standing before them, kneeling before her parents. With tears in her eyes and a trembling voice, Ruobing cried out, "Father, Mother, your unfilial daughter has returned!"
The elderly couple were speechless with joy. "Quickly, Xiaobing, get up!"
The old lady held her daughter, whom she hadn't seen for many years, and couldn't take her eyes off her. Everyone came to congratulate the master and madam. Master Hua instructed Steward Hu, "I'm hosting a dinner party tonight. Inform all my good friends to come to my house." Only then did Master Hua notice the girl in the pink dress standing behind his daughter. "Daughter, who is this young lady?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce her. Her name is Xiaoyu. She's my junior sister, and we're as close as sisters. This time, Master asked us to come down the mountain together."
Ziyu had no parents since childhood and was an orphan. She was a cheerful and kind-hearted girl, and she was very happy to see her senior sister reunited with her parents. After her senior sister finished introducing her, Ziyu knelt down and kowtowed to the two elders. "From now on, you are my parents, and I am your daughter."
"Good...good..."
The old couple were naturally very happy to have such a beautiful daughter. The old lady instructed the maid to tidy up the room for the two young ladies and take them to bathe and change clothes. That evening, the Hua mansion was brightly lit and filled with joy. Servants and maids were all dressed in new clothes. Many famous merchants and celebrities from Hangzhou had come, and Master Hua had even invited a well-known local opera troupe to perform. Ruobing and Ziyu, also dressed in new clothes, came out to greet the guests. These two sexy and beautiful young women were quite eye-catching. The whole mansion was bustling with activity. Guests toasted each other, exchanged pleasantries, and congratulated the elderly couple, praising them for having such a wonderful daughter. At this moment, someone suggested, "I heard that the eldest young lady learned martial arts from a master at Emei Mountain. Her skills must be excellent. Why don't she demonstrate a few moves to broaden everyone's horizons?"
(II)
Last time, we mentioned that the guests wanted to see the martial arts skills of the Hua Ruobing sisters. "Sister, let me do it."
With a round of enthusiastic applause, Ziyu threw off her loose clothes, revealing a black short outfit underneath. Just as she was about to show off her skills, a man stepped out from the crowd and shouted, "Wait a minute, young lady! I'll join in the fun and we'll have a spar!" Ziyu sized up the man opposite her. He looked fierce, skinny as a skeleton, with a skull-like head and small, flickering blue eyes in deep sockets; a hooked nose, a fish-like mouth, a yellowish beard covering his chest, a white woven cloth crown, a wide white silk robe with a round collar and large sleeves, a silk sash around his waist, two swords on his back, and a pair of iron balls in his hands. His face was ashen. The man approached Ziyu, squinting his small eyes and pursing his lips as he scrutinized her appearance. Ziyu immediately recognized him as a lecherous scoundrel. Ziyu thought to herself, "This man is overestimating himself. Look at your appearance! Even if I wanted a man, I wouldn't be intimate with you!" But not wanting to be impolite, he clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "May I ask your honorable name, hero? And how should I address you?"
"Oh, my name is Yu Yipeng, and I'm known in the martial arts world as 'Brave Vajra.' My beauty, please extend your hand first!"
Yu Yipeng was a local bully in Hangzhou, known for harassing women and frequenting brothels. He certainly didn't want to spar with the girls for entertainment; he'd heard two beauties had arrived at the Hua residence and came here to have some fun. Yu Yipeng looked down on the two girls' martial arts skills, thinking they were just flashy but ineffective. He was wrong. Seeing his contemptuous expression, Ziyu's heart pounded with anger, her body trembling with unease. She gritted her teeth, thinking, "This despicable thing, I'll teach him a lesson! I'm not someone to be bullied!"
With that thought, the girl swiftly moved, said "Please," and with a flick of her left hand, aimed a palm strike at Yu Yipeng's face. Seeing the palm coming, Yu Yipeng quickly tilted his head to the side, and the strike missed. Yu Yipeng stretched out his right hand, which was as large as a fan, and grabbed the girl's hand. He planned to take advantage of the sparring opportunity, but he didn't expect to be tricked. The girl, Ziyu, had received the true teachings of her master since childhood and knew real kung fu. Would she let him grab her? Miss Ziyu lowered one hand and raised the other. Yu Yipeng saw that things were not good. He quickly stretched his leg forward and leaned back, performing a "Golden Bridge" move. With a "whoosh," the girl's two fingers passed by his nose. If he had been any later, his eyes would have been gouged out. Yu Yipeng quickly returned to his original position and with a "whoosh," he launched another attack. The girl did not answer. She opened her arms and struck with deadly force. Standing to the side, Hua Ruobing watched anxiously, thinking, "My dear sister, this is supposed to be a sparring match for fun! We absolutely mustn't hurt anyone! That last move was so close! If you gouged out someone's eyes, the authorities wouldn't allow it, this girl!" Ruobing watched with trepidation. The man and woman fought fiercely, evenly matched. The young woman, Ziyu, glanced at the man and realized his martial arts were quite impressive. If she were caught, she would be at a disadvantage. She thought, "Forget it, I'll just give him a clean and quick victory, a 'the cicada senses the wind before it blows, a sneak attack that leaves no trace.' Why not use a move that turns defeat into victory?"
Suddenly, Ziyu turned around... As if her foot had slipped, she fell. Yu Yipeng was delighted, thinking, "How about that? A girl like you, your energy is too weak, huh? Now you can't stand up, can you? I might as well take advantage of this opportunity and find a bargain. I'll go over and hug you and touch you first."
He bent down, "Ahem!"
He had just reached out his hand when the girl, lying on the ground, raised her waist and elbows high, straightened her body, and used a "pearl-curtain reversal" to swing her legs back. She was wearing a pair of white embroidered shoes with two tassels on the toes, which were white balls. On one hand, they were decorations, and on the other hand, there were two hooks under the tassels. These hooks were sharpened to a point, hidden inside. The girl would only use them as a last resort. Today, she hated Yu Yipeng so much that she hooked her legs up with a "pearl-curtain reversal," and with a "whoosh," she hooked at Yu Yipeng's face. Yu Yipeng realized he'd been tricked, but it was too late to escape. Ziyu had truly shown him mercy; the two hooks had landed squarely on his shoulders. And to
make matters worse, the girl tightened her grip, pulling him close. "Snap—" Now, two gaping wounds pierced his chest, nearly killing him with pain. He
cried out, "Ouch!" and clutched his shoulder, blood gushing out. Ziyu jumped out of the circle, dusted herself off, and took a handkerchief from a maid to wipe her sweat. Yu Yipeng was taken aside to be treated. Yongjingang secretly harbored resentment towards the two sisters, determined to get revenge. He couldn't let this go unpunished. The onlookers praised Ziyu highly, making the girl feel incredibly happy. Seeing this, Miss Ruobing frowned, thinking, "Sister, you're really ruthless. It's not bad, it only hooked his shoulder; he's not dead yet. If it had hooked a vital spot, he'd be in serious trouble."
The banquet at the Hua residence ended, and the servants and maids busied themselves clearing the tables and chairs. Ruobing went to her parents' room to chat with them. After all, they hadn't seen each other for many years, and the family should have a good chat. Seeing her opportunity, Ziyu called over her maid, "Haitang, go and call Hu Jun to me."
"Yes, Miss."
The 16-year-old maid, Haitang, went to the front yard and found Hu Jun. When he heard that it was Miss Ziyu who wanted to see him, he was very excited. Hu Jun followed Haitang into the inner courtyard. As he walked, he saw Haitang's round, plump buttocks swaying from side to side, very sexy. He couldn't help but think of Ziyu's beautiful face and voluptuous figure. Thinking of this, his heart warmed, and he felt a swelling in his lower body. Thank goodness it was nighttime, otherwise, how indecent! The two sisters lived in the last courtyard, a very elegant place with a separate little building. Flowers and plants grew abundantly around the embroidery room. As Hu Jun entered, the night breeze carried a fragrant aroma. He followed Haitang upstairs to the second floor. The embroidery room was luxuriously furnished, entirely with pure nanmu wood furniture. Two thick red candles illuminated the room clearly. White curtains were drawn, and a large bed was covered with snow-white sheets. Silk quilts were neatly arranged at the head of the bed, and a young girl in white sat beside it. Hu Jun looked closely and recognized the beautiful girl as Ziyu. "Haitang, you may leave,"
Ziyu instructed. The maid Haitang smiled, glanced at Hu Jun, and then withdrew. "Miss, what brings you here?"
Ziyu smiled and said, "You've arrived. Please sit down."
"Thank you, Miss."
"I'm feeling quite bored. Would you mind keeping me company?"
"Of course, I'd be happy to oblige."
Hu Jun sat down opposite the girl, scrutinizing her closely. The girl had long, glossy black hair, a fair complexion, and large, almond-shaped eyes that gazed at him with affection. Her delicate nose was exquisitely beautiful, and her red lips were both sexy and alluring—she was a true beauty. The girl, in turn, looked Hu Jun up and down, observing his smooth, doll-like features. He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, a square mouth, and large, protruding ears. While his height, build, and features might not qualify him as a conventionally handsome man, he was still a strikingly attractive individual. Zi Yu, like a predator eyeing prey, greedily watched the young man who was captivated by her beauty. She had initially intended to talk to Hu Jun first, but now, being so close to him, the girl could no longer control the rising waves of desire within her. The girl, with her large, watery eyes, gazed shyly at the yearning boy. Forgetting her bashfulness, she reached out and removed the jade hairpin from her hair, letting her long, black, glossy hair cascade down like a waterfall. Next, she unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing a small white undergarment that barely concealed her large breasts. Hu Jun was completely stunned. Standing before Ziyu's bed, his mouth slightly agape, his breathing rapid, a burning desire ignited within him. Like a hungry tiger seeing a helpless lamb, his breathing became heavy and urgent, his eyes blazing with a terrifying, fiery light—a light of thirst, impulsiveness, and lust—the normal reaction of a teenager in the throes of puberty! The girl, seeing his expression, felt a surge of excitement. With a flick of her nimble fingers, the undergarment fluttered to the ground, revealing her large, white breasts. Her pink nipples were large like cherries, her skin smooth and white, and her waist slender. Ziyu wasn't in a hurry to take off her long dress, but instead gently stroked her gradually blushing face with her slender, delicate hands. When her fingers brushed against her sexy red lips, her smooth, fragrant tongue extended to meet them. Ziyu even inserted her slender, white fingers into her sexy little mouth, sucking incessantly until they were covered in her saliva. The girl's pink, lotus-like tongue licked between her white, tender fingers, incredibly sexy and alluring. At this moment, Hu Jun's penis was already erect. The girl calmly swayed her slender waist, her jade-like hands already gathering her white, steamed-moon-like breasts, kneading and caressing them. Her breasts were kneaded until they were slightly red and formed various shapes. Her large, grape-like nipples were twisted and hardened by the girl's touch. With a sway from side to side, her full breasts bounced, creating waves of milk. Hu Jun stared, mouth agape, saliva dripping down his face; his penis was already very hard. The girl slowly took off her white dress and semi-transparent silk panties. Instead of showing her front to the boy, she turned around to reveal her round, plump buttocks, which were so white and tender that they looked like they could be squeezed to drip water. Hu Jun's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The girl deliberately stuck out her plump buttocks, spreading her two fair thighs to fully reveal her mysterious genitals. Her mons pubis was high and rounded, with neat rows of black pubic hair and a deep slit in the middle. The girl turned her head and looked at the boy with a charming smile, saying, "Silly boy, why don't you come and see?"
Hu Jun pounced on the girl's big buttocks and carefully looked at her vulva. It was the first time he had seen a girl's genitals. In order to see more clearly, he carefully parted the slit with his hands and saw two deep red labia minora and a large fleshy bump. He was curious and gently touched the red and tender bump with his finger. This was quite something. The girl's sensitive area was suddenly attacked, causing her body to tremble and let out a soft "ah." A stream of clear mucus flowed out immediately. At this moment, her eyes were languid, her breathing was rapid, and her face was flushed with desire. Ziyu placed Hu Jun on the bed, removed his shirt, and pressed her hot, pink face against it. She extended her wet, fragrant tongue, lightly licking his nipples, then moving upwards, her slippery tongue pressing against Hu Jun's lips, licking them incessantly, intertwining with his tongue. The boy, smelling the girl's fragrant body, involuntarily drooled, all of which Ziyu sucked into her mouth. Both of them breathed heavily. The girl abandoned her intoxicating deep kiss, burying her head between the boy's legs and gently pulling down his pants… “Ah! So big…”
Hu Jun's penis was fully erect, the small mushroom-shaped glans swollen and red, his scrotum large, the veins on his penis clearly visible. Ahh! She hadn't expected such a handsome boy to have such a large penis. The girl's heart pounded like a deer, and she gently stroked his penis with her delicate white hand. Hu Jun let out a long groan: “Oh, so good, don't stop… ah… oh… I… ouch…”
Hu Jun felt waves of unprecedented pleasure coursing through his body. The girl first licked the boy's scrotum, taking one testicle into her mouth and scraping it with her smooth, fragrant tongue, then switching to the other, licking the scrotum until it was covered in her saliva. "Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, good girl...oh..."
the boy groaned. The girl quickened her pace, her small tongue licking the long penis...licking...and finally, the girl teased the urethral opening, which was already oozing a lot of saliva, with each scrape causing the boy to tremble and groan. The girl opened her mouth and took the entire penis into her mouth, sucking and manipulating it incessantly. Hu Jun's long, fleshy penis went in and out of the girl's sexy mouth, covered in her saliva. The young girl, Ziyu, with her plump, white buttocks raised and her pink vulva nestled between them, was giving the boy oral sex. Each time, she took Hu Jun's penis deep into her mouth, then spat it out and took it back in. Her vulva was overflowing with a large amount of vaginal fluid, the wet, sticky liquid flowing down her smooth white thighs onto the bed. The girl turned over, bringing her vulva closer to the boy's lips. "Come lick my pussy."
Hu Jun opened his mouth and kissed the girl's vulva, licking and kissing her labia majora, minora, and clitoris haphazardly with his tongue. Using the girl's fluids, he inserted his entire tongue into her vulva, causing the girl to vigorously shake her buttocks to meet his tongue. Hu Jun's tongue continued to move in and out of Ziyu's vulva. Although his tongue wasn't as long as his penis, the soft, wet sensation was incredibly novel and stimulating. The two engaged in a 69 position, licking each other. Hu Jun, being stimulated by a girl for the first time, couldn't last long. With a series of rapid swallowing and thrusting from the girl, he felt a tingling sensation in his waist, and streams of his virgin semen spurted out. The girl greedily sucked up the boy's semen. After ejaculating, Hu Jun lay on the wide bed, Zi Yu nestled in his arms. Hu Jun looked closely at the beautiful girl beside him. What a beautiful face she possessed! Crescent-shaped eyebrows, two rows of thick eyelashes, a delicate and refined nose paired with red and tender cherry lips. Her originally flawless face was now flushed with a captivating blush. Her skin was smooth and delicate, seemingly fragile enough to be broken with a touch! Her large breasts couldn't be covered by one hand, her slender feet, long thighs, full and plump buttocks, dark and shiny pubic hair, dark red and thick labia, a protruding clitoris, and her already dripping vagina. A faint fragrance emanated from the girl, stimulating and tempting his senses. "She's simply too beautiful!"
Hu Jun couldn't help but exclaim. As she watched, Hu Jun's penis hardened again. Looking at his large member, the girl couldn't help but gasp softly, her face flushed, and her body trembled slightly. Zi Yu hugged Hu Jun and kissed him for a while longer. Under the girl's guidance, he kneaded her large breasts while licking and biting her cherry-like nipples, making her breasts red and large, like two playful white rabbits jumping left and right. The girl was naturally wanton, and after a period of frenzied attack, she moaned and cried out, "Ah...ah ah...ah...oh oh...oh oh oh oh I can't take it anymore...faster, ah...I want it..."
Hu Jun kissed her all the way to her entrance, which was already overflowing, wet and slippery. The boy first licked the base of Ziyu's fair thighs, then her pubic hair, and finally her vaginal opening from top to bottom. He frantically licked and gently bit and sucked her thick labia majora, causing a large amount of clear, sticky fluid to flow out, wetting her thighs and buttocks. With the smacking sounds from her lips and labia, Ziyu's cries grew louder: "Ahhhhhhh... Ohhhhhh..."
The girl's body trembled violently, covered in fragrant sweat, her hands constantly kneading her large breasts, her large nipples hard to the extreme. Both of them felt it was time to move on to the next step. Ziyu's hands held the large penis, rubbing it against her labia and clitoris to get the sticky fluid, and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. She looked at Hu Jun sweetly and whispered in his ear, "Good brother, you can move now."
Both of them looked down at their genitals. The girl used her delicate, fair hands to pry open her alluring labia, and another stream of fluid flowed out. Hu Jun looked at her and said, "Good girl, you're leaking your juices again."
Ziyu blushed and said, "You're so bad, it's all your fault."
Hu Jun's penis rubbed against the girl's opening but wouldn't go in... "Bad brother... good husband, don't torture me anymore... I beg you, fuck me, fuck me..."
As she spoke, Ziyu and Hu Jun thrust forward at the same time, and with a whoosh, the entire penis disappeared. "Oh...ah..."
they both cried out, "Oh...ah...ah..."
They kept looking down at the large penis going in and out of the tender hole. When the penis was fully inserted into the vagina, they saw two tender flesh clamping the base of the penis. When the penis came out, it caused the labia majora to turn out. Because the girl had too much vaginal fluid, it clung to the large penis and shone. The two excitedly watched this erotic scene. The girl was swinging her long hair and her plump, round buttocks were thrusting against the large penis. The pubic hair of the two of them was wet and tangled together with the vaginal fluid... The two changed positions again. Ziyu rode on Hu Jun and kept sitting up and down. Hu Jun watched the large penis going in and out of the beautiful girl's plump, horny hole. Because he was too excited, the girl's vaginal fluid flowed down his white, tender thighs and onto his stomach in gushes, making gurgling sounds. Looking at the beautiful and sexy older sister on top of him, her face flushed with desire, her head full of black hair, her two large, white breasts bouncing with each movement, and her slender waist swaying from side to side, thrusting forward and backward, swaying and undulating, her two delicate fingers constantly caressing the man's chest, her beautiful eyes gazing affectionately at the young man beneath her who could satisfy her. The girl's sexy little mouth emitted intoxicating moans: "Good brother, big cock brother, ah... ah, you're fucking me so good, you're so bad... oh oh... oh oh oh oh, you're making me feel so good... ah..."
After fucking like this for a while, Ziyu wanted to change positions again. Seeing her get off Hu Jun, when her vaginal opening was no longer blocked by the large glans, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. The girl was too embarrassed to look. After getting up, she lay on the embroidered quilt, her plump, white buttocks raised, her swollen, red vagina sandwiched between them, her beautiful hair cascading down her ivory-like back. She turned back and looked at him with seductive eyes. She said sweetly, "Come on, you little rascal! I want you to fuck me from behind."
Hu Jun immediately thrust his big cock into her already open pussy, "Ah...ah...ah ah...oh oh oh, so good, so good."
Because it was from behind, his penis could penetrate deeper into her pussy, Hu Jun's abdomen slammed against the girl's snowy buttocks, "smack smack..."
His big balls also slapped against the edge of the girl's anus... "Ya ya ya! Oh oh..."
He felt that the girl's pussy was hot and wet, tightly gripping his cock, and the girl felt his cock attacking again and again, the big glans already reaching the cervix. "Good sister oh oh oh...ah ah ah ah! Good brother, I, I can't take it anymore,"
Hu Jun suddenly felt a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out of the girl's body. "Ah!"
The girl cried out... At the same time, Ziyu felt the large penis tighten, and a large amount of male semen shot into her uterus. "Ah...ah...oh oh..." The girl was so excited that she almost collapsed. She twisted her beautiful body desperately, raising her white and round buttocks high. Her cherry-like mouth was slightly open, and a look of joy and comfort appeared on her face. After a climax, Ziyu's whole body trembled and she spurted out her vaginal fluid... The two hugged each other even tighter until Hu Jun's penis softened and reluctantly slid out of the girl's vagina.
(III)
Hua Ruobing stayed with her parents and didn't return to her boudoir, allowing Ziyu and Hu Jun to enjoy their time together until the rooster crowed, at which point the infatuated couple finally fell into a deep sleep. Ziyu slept soundly until her maid, Haitang, came to wake her. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. She noticed that the young man beside her, Hu Jun, had left sometime earlier. Haitang said, "Miss Ziyu, our young lady wants to see you in the front hall. She has something to discuss with you."
"Oh… tell my sister I'll be there right after I wash up."
When Ziyu arrived at the front hall, she saw many people there, many of whom weren't from their household, and several local officials as well. Ziyu sat next to her sister and listened, finally understanding what was going on. Not far from Hangzhou, there was a large mountain called Xiaohuashan. A band of outlaws lived there, led by two men: the chief, Tian Dakai, nicknamed "Double-Sword General," and the second chief, Lei Ting, nicknamed "Suppressor of All Directions." They had gathered over a thousand men and established their stronghold on the mountain. After several years, Xiaohuashan was largely completed, with a main hall, a police station, and three mountain passes all finished. Xiaohuashan was rich in natural resources and had fertile land, surrounded by land on three sides and water on one. The Liujiang River flowed into Muting Lake. The two chiefs led their men to cultivate the barren mountain, growing their own food. They also built boats to fish and crab in Muting Lake. This not only provided for their men but also allowed them to sell their surplus at the market, making Xiaohuashan quite prosperous. During the Song Dynasty, mountain bandits were generally appeased rather than suppressed by the army, as long as they didn't commit serious crimes or harass the people. This allowed Xiaohuashan to grow and develop into a powerful force. Deng Chan'er, the youngest daughter of the Hangzhou prefect, was visiting a temple when she caught the eye of the bandit leader, Tian Dakai. Tian Dakai first sent men with lavish gifts to propose marriage, but was refused. He then forcibly took Chan'er to the mountain. Prefect Deng organized an attack on the bandit stronghold to retrieve his daughter, but suffered repeated defeats. Just when he was at his wit's end, he heard that two highly skilled women from the Hua family had arrived. He sought their help, and Ruobing immediately agreed. Prefect Deng said, "Thank you, two chivalrous ladies. How many soldiers do you need? I need to prepare."
Ruobing replied, "My lord, you don't need to bring anyone; just my sister and I will suffice."
Truly, skill and courage go hand in hand! A chorus of admiration rose from the surrounding crowd. "Junior Sister, get ready, we're on our way."
Hu Jun stepped forward and said, "Miss, let me go with you! I'll help you carry your things, and I can let you know if anything happens."
"Alright! You come with me."
Hu Jun was worried about Zi Yu; he had fallen deeply in love with this beautiful girl. Zi Yu smiled playfully at him. The three of them, master and servant, set off on three fast horses, without exchanging a word along the way. They rode for thirty-eight li in one go, and as the sun began to set, they arrived at the entrance to Xiaohuashan Mountain. As soon as they entered the entrance, a whistle blew and an ambush was sprung up. Seventy or eighty henchmen emerged, armed with knives, spears, and clubs, and surrounded the three of them. Ruobing, still on horseback, clasped her hands in a fist salute and said, "Brothers, you've had a long journey. Don't misunderstand, I'm from Hangzhou and I've come to pay my respects to your chieftain."
The henchmen lowered their guard when they saw that they were two beautiful young women. "Please wait a moment, ladies, while we go and inform him."
Guided by several henchmen, the three of them entered the mountain. Following the winding mountain road, they arrived at the Jindou Great Stronghold of Xiaohuashan Mountain. Upon entering the courtyard, they were struck by the imposing atmosphere of the place. Forty burly men stood before the main hall, each carrying a ghost-headed saber, with weapon racks on either side. The main hall door was open. One of the henchmen said to them, "Gentlemen, I'll deliver a message to you."
As he spoke, he straightened his hat, dusted off his clothes, and went outside the hall, shouting loudly, "Reporting! I request an audience with the Chief."
Tian Dakai looked towards the door and said, "Is that Zhang Hua?"
"Yes, it is I."
"Come in."
Zhang Hua walked respectfully to the tiger-skin chair, bowed, and said, "Reporting to the Chief, the people from the Hangzhou government have arrived."
"I'd like to see what kind of remarkable figures they are. Let them in!"
To ensure mutual support, Ziyu and Hu Jun stayed outside, while Ruobing and Zhang Hua entered the hall. They were immediately struck by its magnificence; it was no ordinary hall, but rather a veritable palace of demons. In the center stood a five-foot-high platform with ladders on either side, covered in tiger skin. Behind the desk was an enormous tiger-skin chair, upon which sat a man of striking appearance. This man was so ugly that even in broad daylight, a direct confrontation would be terrifying. He was twelve feet six inches tall, with red hair, broad shoulders, and a large frame. His face stretched two feet from forehead to chin, with high cheekbones, a square jaw, and deep-set eyes with yellow pupils. His face was covered in a layer of rust-like bumps, and a tuft of red beard adorned his chin. He wore a fiery red satin turban, a fiery red satin robe with arrow-sleeved sleeves, and a cloak draped with flowers. He sat as still as a mountain. Beside the table were two chairs, each occupied by an old man who looked as if they had been cast from the same mold, their features remarkably similar except for their skin color. The old man at the head of the table had a sallow face, while the old man at the foot of the table had a bluish face. Both had white beards and were quite spirited despite their dry appearance. Each carried a pair of double crutches on their backs. Further down, there was a chair, and the man sitting on it was quite imposing. He was over nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore a bronze-colored, hexagonal, sturdy turban with three tassels on the top, and a hero's ball in his hair. He wore a bronze-colored short jacket with a cross-shaped braid, and a gray hero's cloak. He carried a pair of eighteen-section water-polished bamboo-jointed steel whips on his back. His face was sallow, with thick eyebrows and a black beard. He appeared to be in his early twenties, and sitting there, he was truly imposing and dignified. Hua Ruobing was visiting Xiaohuashan for the first time and didn't recognize them at all! The book describes the man at the head of the table as Tian Dakai, the double-sword general; the handsome young man sitting below him as Zhen Bafang Lei Ting; and the two old men in the middle as the brothers Shangguan Qing and Shangguan Lun. Ruobing clasped her hands in a fist salute and said, "Thank you all for your hard work. This humble woman has already paid her respects."
Tian Dakai was taken aback. Oh, so she was such a beautiful girl. Tall and slender, she had a delicate and pretty face, fair and smooth skin, and a graceful figure. Especially her pair of bright, expressive eyes, which blinked with unparalleled charm. What captivated men most was her sexy figure. She was slim and fit, neither too plump nor too thin. Her full breasts were high and firm, and her buttocks were round, firm, and smooth without an ounce of fat. Her long legs accentuated her slender waist. Her long, black hair was styled in the traditional Song Dynasty hairstyle, tied with colorful ribbons, which looked very beautiful. Her white dress made her appear even more pure and innocent. A long sword was strapped to her back, and she stood there with an air of great power. "Someone, bring a seat and tea,"
Tian Dakai ordered. "Please sit down, young lady. What brings you here?"
Ruobing asked, "Are you the chieftain, the Double-Sword General Tian Dakai?"
"That's right, I am from this stronghold."
"Alright, let's speak frankly and say what's on our minds. I came to Guishan this time for nothing other than Deng Chan'er, the daughter of the Hangzhou Prefect. I heard that Miss Chan'er has fallen into your hands, and the Chief Chief has hidden her. No matter how difficult it is, we must rescue her. Chief Chief, if you are reasonable and can hand over Miss Chan'er, then everything in Guishan is negotiable; if you can't do this, then things will be troublesome."
Upon hearing this, Tian Dakai knew that this woman was not a kind person, as her words carried a hint of intimidation. Tian Dakai was quite displeased. He pushed his teacup forward and said, "Miss, if I hand her over to you with just a few words, wouldn't I lose face?"
Ruobing said, "Chief Chief, let's make this clear. You occupy the mountain as kings, not subject to the constraints of the imperial court, which is already a crime. You are criminals of the imperial court. Now you are openly abducting the Prefect's daughter, which makes your crime even more serious."
"Girl, you're mistaken. From the day we occupied this mountain, we haven't taken the law seriously. If we're afraid, we won't do it; if we do, we're not afraid. We're risking our lives, taking it one day at a time. If things get really bad, we'll lose our heads. Trying to intimidate us with the government or restrain us with the law won't work, will it?"
Upon hearing this, Ruobing slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes wide. She said, "Tian Dakai, how dare you! Do you know who we are? We're here on behalf of Hangzhou Prefecture, not to beg. We want Deng Chan'er, whether you like it or not. You must give us your answer immediately."
Tian Dakai didn't say anything, but the two old men beside him became enraged. Shangguan Qing suddenly jumped out and said, "Hahaha, stop talking nonsense! My chieftain was right. Those who rule the mountains have long been willing to risk their lives. Their heads are seven and a half pounds, already tucked in their belts. They'll deal with it when they lose it. As the saying goes, it's easy to eat when things are going smoothly, but hard to swallow when things are going badly. We'll reason with you, but we won't tolerate being bullied. We're stating our position now: we want Deng Chan'er, but we won't give her to you!"
Upon hearing this, Ruobing kicked over the table with a bang, pressed the spring, drew her Azure Dragon Sword, and shouted, "You old scoundrel, since you won't give her to me, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Ziyu and Hu Kai, who were outside, also rushed in, each brandishing their weapons, and the entire hall descended into chaos. With Ruobing and the others drawing their weapons, how could the mountain stronghold members behave themselves? The henchmen and deputy leaders of the stronghold blocked the entrance with their weapons, and a major battle seemed imminent. The second leader, Zhen Bafang Leiting, remained seated as usual. Ruobing smiled and said, "A family with a thousand members has only one leader. Chief Feng, what is your intention?"
Tian Dakai wasn't stupid. He thought, "If they dare to come to the stronghold demanding people, their martial arts skills must be exceptional. If we can't defeat them, we'll lose face, and the stronghold will be ruined." He had many concerns, as this stronghold had been built up over many years. After a moment's thought, he said, "Shangguan Qing, get back!"
Shangguan Qing had no choice but to retreat behind Tian Dakai. The henchmen and deputy leaders also put away their weapons and returned to their ranks. Tian Dakai continued, "Young lady, let's do this. I'm not afraid. I've lived to this age and death is nothing to me. People are afraid of being pushed too far; what's death if you're pushed to the limit? But I'm a little worried about my reputation. Take today's matter, for example. What if someone thinks that Tian Dakai is all talk and no action, arrogant all the time but helpless when faced with trouble? The government sends three people, they sit there, and he obediently hands them over. If that's the case, I'd rather be dead. What's the point of living? To silence the gossip, I just came up with a plan that kills two birds with one stone."
Ruobing said, "Please, Chief Chief, tell me your brilliant idea. I'd love to hear your thoughts."
"It's not a grand theory, but I plan to have the two ladies demonstrate their skills right here, show us their martial arts, and convince everyone. Then I'll hand Miss Deng over to you. If word gets out, people will say it was because the two heroines demonstrated their skills that we got her. I'll look good, and everyone will be convinced. I think this is a win-win-win situation."
Before Ruobing could speak, Ziyu smiled slightly and said, "Chief, you're absolutely right. Since you want us sisters to practice, fine. But please forgive us if we don't practice well."
Ruobing asked, "Chief, are we practicing on our own, or will someone accompany us? How will we practice?"
"Girls, we don't want to accompany you. We'll just watch from the sidelines and see your amazing skills."
"Alright, the room is cramped, please go to the courtyard."
Na Ruobing, inwardly arrogant, thought: Tian Dakai, you're right. Money trumps servants, skill trumps prostitutes. Everyone here practices martial arts. I've mastered a unique skill; if you can't, you'll have to accept it, lest you resort to knives and guns, killing indiscriminately. As they spoke, everyone went outside to the courtyard. Chairs were moved to the porch, and everyone sat down on the east and west sides. The henchmen served tea. The courtyard in front of the main hall was very spacious; one could ride a horse around without bumping into anyone, let alone practice martial arts. The ground was paved with uniform blue flagstones, very smooth. The henchmen had swept the ground clean, and weapons racks were set up, complete with bows and stone locks. After everyone was seated, Tian Dakai said, "Ladies, time is short, so I think we should start practicing right away."
Ruobing stood up and was tidying her clothes when Ziyu said, "Sister, let me go first."
"Wait a minute, watch me."
"I know, we have plenty of special skills, he definitely won't know one of them."
Look how proud and confident Ziyu is. Then look at the young lady Ziyu: she throws off her green cloak, adjusts her headscarf, picks up her boots, tightens her belt, stretches her limbs, circles the courtyard a few times, then bows and says, "Hi! Thank you all for joining me."
Then she demonstrates a set of palm techniques with a series of "clap, clap, clap," a style called the Thirty-Six Forms of Emei. Tian Dakai, leading the deputy chieftain, watches with his hands behind his back, nodding in approval. The palm technique is indeed astonishing, but then he thinks: Just because she practices one set of Emei palm techniques, she thinks she can exchange it for Miss Deng? She's being too naive. This isn't a masterpiece. As he was thinking this, Ziyu finished practicing her palm technique. Without exhaling a breath or changing expression, she clasped her hands in a fist salute to Tian Dakai and the others, saying, "Chief, everyone, I just practiced a set of palm techniques. This isn't a special skill; it was just to warm up the crowd and stretch my muscles."
Then she said to Tian Dakai, "Chief, now I'm going to start practicing my special skill, but please prepare a few things for me."
Ziyu asked for two things: an eight-immortal table and a candle. Tian Dakai was truly puzzled, thinking, "What kind of special skill can this thing be used to practice? I want to see its secrets." So he ordered, "Men, prepare it."
The henchmen responded and carried an eight-immortal table from the house, placing it in the middle of the courtyard. The candle was a thick white candle made of tallow. After placing it securely on the candlestick, Ziyu said, "Light it."
The candle was lit, and since there was no wind that day, the flame burned quite normally. Ziyu circled the octagonal table several times before addressing the people around her: "Gentlemen, we are martial artists. Our first basic skill is practicing fist and foot techniques. There are now five sects, thirteen schools, and eighty-one branches, with over eight hundred sets of various fist and foot techniques alone. I've heard that the best-practiced ones are called 'Hitting an Old Ox Across the Mountain' and 'Hundred-Step Divine Fist and Shadowless Palm,' but I haven't heard of anyone knowing such skills yet. There's also a skill called 'Eight-Step Slapping the Lamp,' which means that from eight steps away, you can extinguish the candle flame with a single gesture. I am not very talented, but I would like to learn the Eight-Step Slapping the Lamp technique."
She learned this skill from her master, Tai, on Mount Emei in Sichuan. After explaining everything, the girl circled the octagonal table. When she was three steps away, she raised her left hand, said "Open," and with a "poof," the palm strike extinguished the candle flame. Then, after relighting the candle, the girl stepped back to the fifth position, spun around, and with a burst of strength, raised her right hand, palm facing the candle flame. With a "whoosh," the flame went out again. Finally, there were eight steps. Ziyu, with her back to the candle, took eight large steps forward, then suddenly performed a Yellow Dragon Turn, lowering her waist, her left arm behind her back, and extending her right palm, palm facing the candle flame
. She channeled her energy from her dantian and shouted, "Extinguish!" The candle flame was extinguished with a "poof!" "Wow!"
"Amazing!"
"Excellent!"
The entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. This eight-step candle-extinguishing technique was second only to the Hundred-Step Divine Fist and Shadowless Palm, truly a marvel. Tian Dakai was completely convinced, and the others were equally impressed. Ziyu clasped her hands in a fist and said, "Chief, I've made a fool of myself. I just showed you a little skill. I'd like to ask you all, who can imitate me? If you can fight as well as me, then my skill isn't considered exceptional, and I don't want Miss Deng anymore."
Tian Dakai shamelessly asked, "Everyone, who can practice this? Who can imitate it?"
Looking at the group of thieves, they all deflated like punctured balloons. Tian Dakai stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Miss, I'm impressed. It truly is exceptional. We are far behind. We've learned our lesson."
Ziyu happily returned to Hu Kai's side. Hu Kai took out a handkerchief to wipe the girl's sweat and served her tea. Ruobing saw that her junior sister had finished practicing and it was her turn. She stood up and said, "Chief, everyone, I'll make a fool of myself first and practice a sword routine."
As she spoke, she pulled out the long sword from her back. As she spoke, Ruobing suddenly unleashed a sword stance, took a step forward, and displayed a seated stance, demonstrating a complete set of the Emei Bagua Wansheng Swordplay, consisting of sixty-four moves. At first, Ruobing's every move was clearly visible, but as she practiced faster and faster, only the sword light could be seen, not her figure. The entire courtyard was shrouded in white mist, and gusts of cold wind blew. "Excellent swordsmanship!"
The bandits applauded and cheered. Tian Dakai nodded repeatedly, his throat itching, joining the bandits in shouting "Bravo!" Ruobing finished practicing without breaking a sweat or changing her expression. She sheathed her sword and said, "Everyone, this doesn't count. Anyone can practice swordsmanship; there's nothing special about it. Today, I'll practice a little something. Chief, please prepare it for me."
"Alright, girl, tell me what you need."
"Do you have any coins for practicing archery on this mountain?"
Ruobing told Tian Dakai, "Hang this copper coin up for me, about the same height as me."
The henchmen buried two poles in the courtyard and then stretched another pole horizontally across them. They measured it and found it was about the same height as Ruobing, so they hung the copper coin on the horizontal pole. With everything ready, Ruobing took off her white outer garment and said, "Gentlemen, I've loved practicing hidden weapons since I was little. Today, I'll demonstrate and show you all how skilled I am."
Tian Dakai nodded repeatedly and said, "Alright, then please show us your skills, young lady. We'd love to feast our eyes."
Ruobing tightened her belt, reached into her dart pouch, pulled out a dart, measured three zhang and six zhang behind her, and suddenly turned around. With a flick of her wrist, "Take this!"
A white light passed through the coin's eye without touching it at all. At the same time, Ruobing touched the ground with her toes and shot forward. Before the dart even hit the ground, the young lady used the "Kui Xing Lifting the Dipper" move and caught the dart in her hand. Everyone thought she was done practicing, but this was only the first move. She caught the dart, returned to her original spot, and said, "Everyone, that was the first move. Now I'll practice the second. Please watch."
Ruobing used the same dart again, flicked her wrist, and "snap!" it went towards the copper coin again. This time, the dart wasn't fast. When the dart was halfway through the coin and the other half was still inside, it landed right on the coin's eye. It wobbled and swayed a few times before landing steadily. This move was called "Phoenix Snatching its Nest." The bandits were so happy they jumped up. "That's truly amazing!"
"Brilliant!"
She wasn't finished yet. The dart was lying there flat. Ruobing ignored it, reached out, and pulled out another dart, saying, "Everyone, take a look at this dart."
She flicked her wrist and threw it. Strangely enough, the tip of this dart hit the bottom of the first dart with a "snap!" knocking it down. This dart took the place of the first dart and remained on the coin's eye without falling. "That was amazing!"
At this moment, the bandits were so impressed they wanted to bang their hands raw. Ruobing picked up the dart and put it in her bosom, smiled slightly, and said to Tian Dakai, "Chief, you flatter me. What I just displayed was just a small skill, nothing special. Whoever wants to learn
it, please feel free to do so." Upon hearing this, the bandits shook their heads. "Even if we were to be retrained, we couldn't reach that level. We wouldn't even dare to dream of it."
Seeing that no one wanted to learn, Ruobing asked Tian Dakai, "Chief, you said you wanted us sisters to practice a couple of special skills, and we shamelessly did so. Is there anything more to come?"
"This...brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! We keep our word, we'll do what we say. Now we'll hand Miss Deng over to you. Men, bring Miss Deng here."
Ruobing nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Chief."
After taking Miss Deng back, they descended the mountain. Tian Dakai was truly commendable; he ordered his men to carry a sedan chair to take Miss Deng back to Hangzhou. Ruobing and the others dared not delay, fearing something might change, so they rushed back to the government office overnight. The sedan chair traveled slowly, and they didn't arrive home until dawn the next day. Lord Deng and the others had been very worried and hadn't returned yet, so they were overjoyed to see their loved ones coming back. The news had already reached their home. Lord Deng and his men were already waiting at the gate. When they saw Ruobing and Ziyu return, everyone applauded with delight. Lord Deng thanked them profusely and said, "The two ladies should rest first. I will host a banquet for them tonight."
The two sisters returned to their boudoir, bathed, changed clothes, and rested. Exhausted, they fell into a deep sleep and slept until sunset, when they awoke refreshed. Their maid, Haitang, was already waiting outside. Hearing that her mistresses were awake, she reported, "Ladies, Prefect Deng has sent a sedan chair to wait for you. He has prepared a banquet to fetch you."
Ruobing and Ziyu arrived in the sedan chair at the Prefectural Government Office in the east of the city. The two young ladies saw a spacious courtyard with high walls, brick walls, and a black gatehouse. Stone steps with lion statues stood before them, and two rows of hitching posts lined the entrance. A tall screen wall stood nearby, and the area was spotlessly clean. The gate was open, and the entrance was decorated with lanterns and streamers, creating a lively atmosphere. Several servants and yamen runners were already there to greet them, and the sisters followed them inside. The courtyard was impressive, with clean white sand and two rows of pomegranate trees. In the center were five rooms—Prefect Deng's office. The central doorway led to the second courtyard. Although not as spacious as the front courtyard, it was paved with square bricks, and large pots of flowers lined both sides, their rich fragrance filling the air and instantly refreshing the senses, making it feel like a garden. The three main rooms were very spacious. The door was open, and two young boys were tidying up inside. Upon seeing the guests, they bowed their heads and stepped aside. Lord Deng led the two sisters into the living room, which was tall and spacious, with smooth, flat square brick floors, a bright white ceiling, and walls adorned with several ink paintings. There was an eight-immortal table, armchairs, and calligraphy from the Ming and Qing dynasties, creating a very dignified atmosphere. Lord Deng hurriedly offered them seats, and everyone took their places according to their status as host and guest. Soon, a waiter brought tea, its aroma filling the air. Lord Deng then asked, "Did you two ladies rest well?" "
Thank you for your concern, sir."
Lord Deng instructed his attendants to prepare a banquet. The hall was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and a feast was laid out, featuring eighteen dishes: hot and cold dishes, meat and vegetarian dishes, roast chicken, duck, sea cucumber, and shark fin, along with fine daughter's red wine and various fashionable pastries. Eight people sat at each table, filling the entire courtyard. The invited friends toasted each other, chatting and laughing. At the head table were five people: Lord Deng, the prefect, seated at the head of the table, followed by the prefectural clerk and the chief constable, then Ruobing and Ziyu. Lord Deng frequently raised his glass, congratulating each other in high spirits. At the table, they repeatedly toasted Ruobing. Ruobing and Ziyu noticed a handsome young man standing behind Lord Deng. He was eight feet five inches tall, with broad shoulders and arms, wearing a moon-white satin turban, moon-white satin sash, and moon-white satin hero's cloak embroidered with large peonies. His face was like a silver basin, with sword-like eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, a straight nose and square mouth, and a pair of large, watery eyes. The young man was so handsome that Ruobing stared at him for a long time, her heart fluttering and her body feeling uneasy. She asked, "My lord, who is this hero behind you?" "
Let me introduce you, my adopted son, Deng Zixiao. He is 20 years old and also loves martial arts. Come, Xiao'er will have to learn from you in the future."
Deng Zixiao hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings, ladies."
Ruobing quickly reached out to help him up, "I dare not accept such praise."
When their arms touched, for some reason, Ruobing's face flushed red. Brother Zixiao was truly young and beautiful. Deng Zixiao had already noticed Ruobing. After a few drinks, Ruobing appeared even more radiant. Her face was flushed, her large, bright eyes seemed to speak volumes, her eyebrows were arched, and beads of sweat glistened on her delicate nose. Her lips were rosy and her hair was styled in a bun adorned with colorful ribbons. She wore a white dress, exuding a pure yet bold air. When Ruobing and Deng Zixiao's eyes met, both blushed, but they couldn't help but steal glances at each other. Ziyu saw all of this. Knowing her sister was more shy than she was, she wanted to help her sister and help her get together with Deng Zixiao. At the banquet, everyone toasted each other, the atmosphere was cheerful, and Ruobing drank quite a bit. Everyone ate and drank while chatting about trivial matters, and the banquet lasted until very late. After the banquet, everyone went home to rest, and Lord Deng sent someone to escort the two sisters back to the Hua residence. In the dead of night, when everyone in Hangzhou was fast asleep and the entire town was quiet, a dark figure suddenly flashed and
leaped onto a high wall. Don't doubt your eyes; this dark figure was none other than the young girl Ziyu. You might think: Why is she up there so late instead of sleeping? She was running towards the government office. Ziyu ran out of the alley, stood on the slope of the east side of the government office to get her bearings, and then went straight to the front hall. She lay down on the roof and didn't move. Using her agility, Ziyu peeked into the west room from under the roof tiles. The room was brightly lit, with an eight-immortal table and several lamps on either side. Sitting in the center of the table was a man—it was young master Deng Zixiao, reading a book. Why wasn't Deng Zixiao sleeping? Because Ruobing's pretty face and voluptuous figure kept lingering in his mind, he couldn't concentrate on reading at all. While he was lost in thought, someone gently knocked on the window. Deng Zixiao was startled: "Who is it?"
"Young Master Deng, no need to raise your voice, I have something to say to you!"
came a woman's voice from outside the window. The voice was very clear; he knew it was transmitted with powerful breath, and anyone standing a little further away wouldn't be able to hear it. The voice sounded somewhat familiar to Deng Zixiao, and he couldn't help but shudder, thinking, "Could it be her!"
He didn't dare to be careless, opened the door, and a figure flashed in—a woman dressed in black. The woman closed the door behind her, turned around and smiled at Deng Zixiao. Under the lamplight, she looked even more outstanding, like a fairy from the moon. He took two steps back and stared intently. He saw a woman in black standing before him, slender, with jet-black hair, arched eyebrows, and wide, almond-shaped eyes. She was carrying a sword on her back and staring at him. Deng Zixiao thought this girl looked just like Ziyu, whom he had seen at the banquet. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this smiling girl was none other than Ruobing's junior sister, Ziyu. Deng Zixiao clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Miss Ziyu, what brings you to my door so late at night?"
Ziyu smiled sweetly, pulled up a chair, and sat down. "
Since I've come to see you, I must have something important to discuss." "Miss Ziyu,
what brings you here?" "To be honest, my sister greatly admires you, sir, and would like to invite you for a chat. What
do you say?" "Of course!"
Deng Zixiao seemed very excited. "I also like Miss Ruobing very much. Let's get going!"
As for Ruobing, she couldn't sleep either. She lay in bed for a while, her mind filled with thoughts of Deng Zixiao. So she got up to pour herself some tea. Just as she finished her first cup, the door opened, and a figure flashed in. Ruobing initially thought it was her junior sister, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was Deng Zixiao, Lord Deng's adopted son. He was staring blankly at the girl's beautiful face. The girl's heart pounded wildly under his gaze, her high breasts rising and falling with her nervous breathing. "Young Master, what brings you here?"
Ruobing smiled at him and gestured for him to sit down. As soon as Deng Zixiao entered the room, he smelled a unique fragrance emanating from the young lady's embroidery room. He saw that Miss Ruobing on the embroidery bed was even more captivating than during the day. Miss Ruobing's long, black hair was loose, and she wore a semi-transparent, thin silk gauze over a milky-white bodice that covered her full, fair body. In the light of the large red candles in the room, her slender arms and long, jade-like legs appeared almost transparent through the thin gauze. Her delicate, white feet trembled playfully. Ruobing's skin, already as white as snow, was even more radiant in the candlelight, a beauty beyond description. Deng Zixiao's heart pounded wildly at the sight. Looking at her face again, Ruobing's features were as beautiful as a flower, her delicate cheeks slightly flushed. The young woman was smiling at Deng Zixiao. "Have you seen enough
, brave warrior?" Deng Zixiao couldn't help but exclaim, "You are truly a beauty of unparalleled grace and charm!"
Ruobing's sexy outfit made Deng Zixiao's blood boil. The young woman felt a strange sense of satisfaction and excitement as she watched Deng Zixiao's greedy gaze linger on her sexy parts. "Young master... young master..."
Ruobing called him twice before Deng Zixiao heard her. "Oh... you look so beautiful tonight, young lady."
"Do you like it?"
"Of course I like it!"
Deng Zixiao replied. "I've been captivated by you since I first saw you, brave warrior."
Ruobing's voice was sweet and gentle. To fulfill her sister's wish, Ziyu sent Deng Zixiao to the embroidery tower and then wandered around the vast Hua Mansion. When she reached the middle courtyard, she heard a familiar voice. Ziyu followed the sound and heard the lewd laughter of a man and woman coming from a room on the side. Slowly, she approached the window and poked a hole in the paper window to look inside. There was a candle lit on a wooden table, and two naked people were rolling around on a single wooden bed in the corner. Ziyu saw that the man was about 50 years old, while the woman was very young, probably no more than 15 years old. Because they were facing away from the window, Ziyu could not see their faces. The man was pressing the beautiful girl down, wantonly attacking her tender orifice, ravaging her until she was covered in sweat and panting. "Ah..."
Ziyu was stunned. Now she saw clearly that the man was the steward, Uncle Hu, and the girl was the maid, Haitang. Haitang's tender body flushed red, her soft moans and gasps pleaded, and her slender body twisted and turned desperately to meet her. Her delicate fingers gripped Uncle Hu's back with restless hunger, showing that Haitang's enjoyment had reached its peak. Unparalleled pleasure was overwhelming Haitang's mind and body, causing her to completely abandon the shyness and timidity of a pure young girl, and wholeheartedly offer her snow-white flesh to a man decades older than herself, passionately enjoying the carnal pleasure and passion. Ziyu had only intended to stroll around casually, but she inadvertently discovered someone having an affair. The boundless spring scenery deeply attracted the young girl's steps, and Haitang's sexy little mouth kept moaning: "So beautiful... ah... good uncle... I'm almost... I'm almost dying... ah... oh... you're so strong... ah... good uncle, you're penetrating me... I can't take it anymore... ah..."
The girl's panting continued, and although Haitang said she couldn't take it anymore, her body's movements were unwavering, instead, she met Hu Bo's deep attacks even more intensely. With each thrust, Hu Bo penetrated deep into Haitang's body, and Haitang's breasts rose and fell with the movements. Haitang's flushed face was filled with the sweet allure of climax. After a long moan, she collapsed, limp and weak. Ziyu, watching this, felt uneasy, her lower body dripping with lustful fluid. She felt her legs go weak, her slender hands caressing her full breasts, and she couldn't help but moan, "Ah...oh..."
The sound was heard from inside the house. "Who's there! Who's outside?"
Discovered by those inside, Ziyu dared not look any longer and leaped onto the roof. Ziyu went to the garden and sat on a stone bench. Her mind was filled with Haitang and Uncle Hu's lewd postures and wanton actions, and her legs still felt itchy. "Bang...bang...bang..."
The night watchman, Zhao San, passed through the garden and saw Zi Yu. He asked, "Miss, what are you doing here alone so late?"
Zi Yu was already lost in thought, her heart filled with desire. Her beautiful eyes, brimming with lust, stared at Zhao San. She saw that he was only in his early thirties, not exactly handsome but very strong. The young woman thought: "Why not let him relieve my desire?" So she approached Zhao San coquettishly. Zhao San immediately felt a delicate fragrance waft into his nostrils. He had never seen such a beautiful girl so close before. "Miss, you are so beautiful!"
Her fair and delicate skin, her sexy figure—Zhao San's eyes widened as he looked at Zi Yu's high, firm breasts. Seeing that Zhao San had taken the bait, Zi Yu unbuttoned her outer garment, revealing an apricot-yellow embroidered bodice underneath. Her high, firm breasts seemed about to burst through the bodice, creating a deep, snow-white cleavage. Parts of her alluring breasts were visible on either side of the bodice, and below was the girl's slender waist. Zhao San was stunned, his mouth watering. The girl, Ziyu, playfully turned around and slowly pulled down her trousers with her delicate hands, revealing her round, plump buttocks. Zhao San's eyes lit up again. Ziyu lifted her snowy buttocks, parting her two fair thighs to fully expose her mysterious genitals. Zhao San squatted down to admire her closely. He saw that the girl's mons pubis was high and prominent, with neat rows of black pubic hair and a deep slit in the middle. Zhao San carefully parted the slit with his hands, seeing two deep red labia minora and a large fleshy bump. He knew that was the girl's clitoris, so he stuck out his long tongue and licked it. He felt the girl's body tremble, and she let out a soft moan. A stream of clear, sticky fluid immediately flowed out. Now, let's turn back to Ruobing and Deng Zixiao in the embroidery room. A warm, spring-like atmosphere filled the room. The two chatted more and more happily, and Ruobing could no longer control her burning desire. Her voice was filled with boundless passion and wantonness. Sitting beside her, Deng Zixiao was already aroused and intoxicated by Ruobing's teasing. The young couple, filled with longing for the opposite sex, didn't need to say a word. A single, alluring glance from the girl was enough to command them. Deng Zixiao, having received permission, leaned close to Ruobing and gently lifted her onto the bed. The handsome man and beautiful woman sat facing each other on the girl's large bed, admiring each other closely by the candlelight. Deng Zixiao found Ruobing even more alluring in the candlelight. Her figure was graceful and captivating, her body well-proportioned and fit, her skin fair and smooth, her face radiant and beautiful, with phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, and a smile like a flower. She was charming and alluring, exuding youthful energy. Deng Zixiao was mesmerized. Ruobing, in turn, was attracted to the handsome young man Deng's healthy complexion, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and strong physique. Deng Zixiao gently caressed the girl's fair and delicate face, bringing his lips to hers. Ruobing's fair arms wrapped around his neck, and they kissed each other greedily. The girl's breath brushed against his face, sweet and fragrant, making him feel as if he were floating on air. Deng Zixiao felt a sweet fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafting into his heart. He found the girl's lips soft, moist, and elastic. Ruobing opened her fragrant cherry lips to welcome Deng Zixiao in, and he placed his tongue into her warm, moist mouth filled with saliva. The sweet fragrance from the girl's mouth captivated and intoxicated him. The girl's two soft, boneless arms tightly embraced Deng Zixiao's neck, and their tongues intertwined. His tongue first swirled around in the girl's mouth, entwining with her wet, slippery head. After a while, Ruobing's smooth, soft tongue slipped out and entered Deng Zixiao's mouth, its tip licking and moving against the walls of his mouth. The girl began to fight back. Ruobing trembled from his kisses, her tongue entwining with Deng Zixiao's even more forcefully, pursuing the unparalleled pleasure he brought her. They sucked eagerly. Ruobing's face flushed, her breathing becoming rapid. Deng Zixiao's right hand gently caressed the back of Ruobing's snow-white neck, while his left hand slowly began to untie the girl's sash. Ruobing's tender cheeks were flushed, her face glowing like a peach blossom. She looked at Deng Zixiao shyly, nervously awaiting the exciting moment. Deng Zixiao's nimble left hand untied Ruobing's white skirt sash, and the thin silk skirt gently fell away. He gently licked the girl's soft ear while tenderly kneading her high, firm breasts through her small bodice. Ruobing's face flushed red instantly, trembling slightly in Deng Zixiao's arms as he caressed her soft breasts. Even through her clothes, Deng Zixiao could feel the firmness of her breasts and clearly sensed the rise and fall of her large, swollen breasts. Soon, the girl was aroused and weak, her small mouth panting softly in his ear, her voice sweet and gentle, a soft moan and seductive groan. Her body leaned softly against Deng Zixiao's chest. Deng Zixiao whispered to Ruobing, "Good sister, I want to see your breasts."
"You're so naughty,"
the girl said, giving him a beautiful look. Her body swayed slightly, but her hand reached behind her back and gently untied the knot of her white bodice. As the bodice fell down, her full, high breasts bounced out, her beautiful peaks both plump and flawless, high and round. With Ruobing's tense breathing, her breasts trembled slightly, making her even more alluring. Her skin was translucent and fair, the pale white against her slightly rosy areolas, and her round, erect pink nipples appeared even more beautiful. Ruobing's cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, and she gave Deng Zixiao a charming glance, as if to say, "Don't just stare!" "Is it...is it beautiful, young master?"
"Of course...of course it's beautiful."
Deng Zixiao swallowed hard and quickly stripped off his clothes. The girl leaned against the bed, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she gazed at the naked Deng Zixiao. His large penis was already erect, and his entire body exuded a masculine scent. Ruobing felt her mouth go dry and her heart flutter, her eyes blazing with desire. While Deng Zixiao stared intently at the girl's breasts, Ruobing impatiently removed her long skirt and underwear, revealing her naked body completely before him. Ruobing's snow-white skin was smooth and delicate; her youthful body was voluptuous and alluring; her long, shapely legs were round and well-proportioned; her round, firm buttocks were white and plump. Her face was pure and beautiful, yet possessed a captivating charm; her proudly erect, full breasts exuded youthful allure. All of this fueled Deng Zixiao's burning desire, and he thought to himself: What a beautiful girl! Tonight, she's mine! Ruobing looked at Deng Zixiao with a flirtatious gaze. He gently caressed the girl's smooth, soft, and plump buttocks, his fingertips skillfully tracing the cleft, lightly scratching and teasing, rubbing up and down. Ruobing felt an indescribable pleasure; her desire surged, her face flushed, and she couldn't help but moan softly. Deng Zixiao saw Ruobing's flushed cheeks, her hazy eyes, and her slightly parted mouth, panting heavily. The girl raised her fair and smooth thighs, extending her small feet in front of Deng Zixiao. He gently held Ruobing's jade-like feet, kneading them delicately. Her soles were soft and tender to the touch, her toes tightly closed, slender and smooth, exquisitely small and translucent. Ruobing felt extremely comfortable being caressed by his warm, large hands. After caressing the girl's jade-like feet and smooth calves, Deng Zixiao moved over her slippery thighs and mysterious vulva to Ruobing's high, firm breasts. His hands cupped Ruobing's full, hemispherical breasts, feeling their softness, elasticity, and warm, smooth texture. Deng Zixiao kneaded them forcefully, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, causing the plump, smooth mounds to sink and then bulge. He buried his face between Ruobing's full, fragrant cleavage, the sweet scent of the young girl's breasts filling his heart and stimulating his blood to boil. Deng Zixiao bit the girl's pink nipple with his hot lips until it stood erect. Ruobing trembled with excitement, feeling a pleasurable sensation as if she were being electrocuted. Ruobing couldn't help but moan wantonly, "Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah..."
Deng Zixiao felt both excited and thrilled by the girl's wanton moans. To please Ruobing, he sucked on her breast vigorously, just like when he was a child nursing. As he sucked, he licked the girl's sensitive, swollen nipple with his tongue, and occasionally gently bit it with his teeth. Ruobing was almost going crazy with pleasure. The desires buried deep within the girl's heart were completely released. The licking made her feel a tingling sensation in her nipples, which gradually spread throughout her body. The numbing pleasure aroused the passion deep within her heart. The girl's face flushed and her mouth opened slightly: "Ah! Oh! Hmm! Young master... good brother, it feels so good."
Her slender hands caressed Deng Zixiao's broad shoulders. Deng Zixiao kissed her from her slender waist to her mysterious vulva. Ruobing also actively spread her thighs to cooperate. He gently parted the thick, dark pubic hair covering Ruobing's plump mons pubis, revealing her thick, pink labia majora that were slightly turned outwards. The girl's labia were surrounded by dark pubic hair, which shimmered. The flowing lustful fluid had already covered her buttocks and even soaked her anus. Then he slowly parted Ruobing's labia majora, revealing her tender, bright red labia minora. What fascinated him most was the swollen, peanut-shaped clitoris at the tip of her vulva. Under Deng Zixiao's gaze, Ruobing became even more excited, her cheeks flushed, and she moaned softly, "Good warrior... no... good brother... lick my... lick... right... ah... ah... ah!"
Deng Zixiao first took Ruobing's swollen, dark red clitoris into his mouth. With each lick, the girl's whole body trembled, and she
moaned, "Ah... ah..." Then his tongue pressed down to the girl's vaginal opening, slowly rotating and rubbing the tender flesh inside, constantly swirling and turning. Ruobing's juices flowed continuously, and the girl felt lightheaded and dizzy. She desperately raised her snow-white buttocks, bringing her thick vulva closer to Deng Zixiao's mouth so that his tongue could penetrate deeper. The girl felt a burning heat in her lower body, her eyes filled with desire and tenderness as she gazed at Deng Zixiao between her legs. Her face flushed slightly with shyness, and she thrust her large buttocks frantically, rubbing her labia and vulva against Deng Zixiao's mouth. Deng Zixiao's slightly stubble made her feel even better, and he even swallowed all the copious amounts of fluid flowing from Ruobing. Deng Zixiao's large penis was swollen to its limit, and Ruobing felt a little flustered. The girl lovingly stretched out her slender fingers, pinched the foreskin, and pulled it back, revealing the bright red, round glans. Ruobing's fair cheeks flushed with desire, her breathing heavy. She excitedly pinched the foreskin and began to move it up and down. A little clear fluid seeped from the urethra in the middle of the glans, and the engorged penis trembled slightly. Deng Zixiao breathed heavily. Ruobing grasped the base of his penis with her hand, extending her fragrant tongue to gently lick the glans. The intense stimulation caused Deng Zixiao's muscles to involuntarily contract. A warm little mouth was tightly sucking on his penis, her tongue licking back and forth on the glans. His penis was swollen to its limit, large and hard. After licking his penis several times, Ruobing opened her small mouth and sucked Deng Zixiao's scrotum into her mouth, rolling the testicles inside. Then she licked upwards along the penis, finally swallowing the glans. The intense pleasure made Deng Zixiao's body tremble and he groan: "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...sister...so comfortable...you're licking me so hard I can't hold back anymore..."
Seeing Deng Zixiao's excited appearance, she was also very happy. She continued to suck and spit on his penis, swallowing it completely each time, making the glans reach her throat. When she spat it out, the sticky fluid on the girl's fragrant tongue formed a transparent long thread between her tongue and his penis. "Good sister, I can't take it anymore. Come on, let me fuck you, okay?"
Ruobing looked at Deng Zixiao shyly, and obediently nodded, saying, "Come on! I've wanted it for a long time."
As she spoke, the girl's delicate body fell back onto the bed, her fair and slender legs spread apart, displaying her alluring beauty and tempting charm. Deng Zixiao
, with his thick penis, rubbed it up and down against Ruobing's vulva a few times before finally entering Ruobing's vagina little by little. "Oh... ah... so comfortable... so deep..." The girl hugged Deng Zixiao tightly from below. Deng Zixiao felt as if his large penis was soaking in a hot spring, surrounded by soft and wet flesh, and he couldn't help but slowly begin to thrust. "Good brother, your penis is so big, it feels so good to fuck little sister, so good! Harder!"
Ruobing cried out passionately in his ear, and raised her head to kiss his mouth with her fragrant lips, her delicate tongue darting into Deng Zixiao's mouth. Ruobing's legs were tightly wrapped around Deng Zixiao's waist, her plump white buttocks swaying incessantly. This movement allowed his penis to penetrate even deeper, giving him immense pleasure and comfort with each thrust. The girl's vagina felt like a small mouth constantly sucking at his glans. He excitedly began to thrust with all his might. Ruobing's pretty, delicate cheeks were flushed, and her two plump buttocks eagerly met Deng Zixiao's large penis as it throbbed. The girl's round, snow-white arms wrapped around his waist, and she kept moaning, "Brother... um... oh... uh... fuck me harder."
He thrust even more vigorously into the girl's warm, moist, enchanting vagina, her buttocks rising and falling, her penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Stimulated by waves of pleasure, Deng Zixiao panted and thrust faster and harder. He watched with ecstasy as Ruobing seductively twisted her slender waist and swayed her plump buttocks with each thrust of his penis. Ruobing's fair and tender cheeks were as if painted with rouge, red and luscious, full of spring. Her petal-like lips parted incessantly, her breath sweet as orchids, her eyes seductive, emitting a low moan: "Ah! Strong man... Little sister feels so good... Harder, baby... You're making me almost come."
Ruobing's two large, fair breasts swayed up and down and side to side. Deng Zixiao felt the girl's whole body and buttocks tremble, her vaginal opening clenching and biting his penis. Suddenly, it contracted forcefully, and a foamy, hot tide rushed towards his glans. His glans was so hot that he could no longer hold back. His whole body shuddered, and he forcefully pressed his penis against Ruobing's cervix. A stream of hot semen shot deep into her uterus, and the hot semen made the girl's flower open and she also came... "Ah... Brother... I feel so good... Harder... Ah... Hmm... Oh..."
Both reached their climax simultaneously. Exhausted, Deng Zixiao lay on Ruobing's fair and plump body, letting his penis slowly shrink inside her vagina. White semen flowed out from the gap between the shrunken penis and her vagina, past the girl's anus, and onto the bed. The two lay quietly, savoring their climax. Ruobing's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was panting heavily, a satisfied smile on her lips.
(IV)
Deng Zixiao and Ruobing made love three times in a row, each time leaving Ruobing feeling weak and numb, experiencing one climax after another. Deng Zixiao only left the Hua residence at dawn, and Ruobing fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion. In the following days, Deng Zixiao and Ruobing met secretly every night. During the day, they discussed and studied martial arts together. Ziyu would secretly watch from outside her sister's room until she was wet with lust before reluctantly going into her room to masturbate to find satisfaction. Little Ziyu also liked Deng Zixiao very much, but she never had the chance to get close to him until this day the opportunity finally came. Ruobing's father, Master Hua, was going to Suzhou to buy goods. Actually, such a small matter didn't require his personal involvement. However, since Boss Jia, who had long supplied the Hua family, was celebrating his 50th birthday, Master Hua was taking the trip along with his good friend. Ruobing, seeing her father's advanced age, was worried and wanted to go with him. Normally, Ziyu would have gone too, but thinking of Deng Zixiao, she declined, leaving Ziyu at home. They prepared valuable gifts and, with several servants, set off as a group of six. The day after they left, Ziyu sent someone to find Deng Zixiao. The young master Deng accepted the invitation and came to the Hua residence. The servants led him to the sisters' training ground. Deng Zixiao had been passionately devoted to martial arts since childhood, to the point of obsession. When he arrived, Ziyu was practicing her boxing, and Deng Zixiao watched with great interest. Ziyu was dressed in black, a short-sleeved top with a cross-shaped belt, a wide waistband, and riding trousers with a squatting crotch. She wore leather-faced, tiger-patterned boots. Ziyu was practicing a set of Lotus Fist, "Clap, clap..."
she recited all sixty-four moves of the Lotus Fist. The girl's movements were like digging a hole, curling her hands like rolling a pancake, her body like a snake, her legs like drills, her fists like shooting stars, and her eyes like lightning. She moved like a cat leaping, a dog flashing, a rabbit rolling, an eagle flipping, a python turning over, a dragon probing its claws, a monkey climbing a tree, a tiger climbing a mountain. She leaped more than ten feet high and landed without a sound. She was as fast as lightning, displaying all her unique skills. Her kung fu was truly impressive. Deng Zixiao, watching with great interest, couldn't help but applaud and cheer loudly. Ziyu finished her moves and stood there in a fixed stance, without exhaling a long breath or changing her expression. "Young Master Deng, you've arrived,"
Ziyu said. "Young lady, your martial arts are truly superb! Even I, a man, am ashamed of my inferiority. I've heard you excel at swordsmanship; could you perhaps let me see a few moves?"
"Alright! Since you like it, young master, I'll make a fool of myself."
Ziyu drew her sword, and the entire courtyard was instantly dazzling. The light emitted by the sword blinded Deng Zixiao. "Ouch!"
Deng Zixiao covered his eyes. "Why is it so bright? My Azure Dragon Sword is a treasure, left behind by Li Yaoshi, one of the Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust, but it pales in comparison to hers."
Ziyu held the sword in her hand, and several flashes of light appeared in the courtyard. "Young master Deng, let me demonstrate for you, take a look."
Deng Zixiao said, "Please wait a moment, young lady. I'd like to ask you for some pointers."
"Speak, young master, what is it?"
"What kind of sword are you using? What's its name?"
Ziyu smiled. "Young master, take it and let me see."
As she spoke, she handed the sword forward. Deng Zixiao took the sword and weighed it in his hand. This sword was twice as heavy as his own, quite substantial. The size wasn't much different, and there were a long string of seal script characters on the blade, somewhat resembling oracle bone script, none of which he recognized. Deng Zixiao returned the sword. "Miss Yu, please forgive my limited knowledge; I can't understand it."
"Didn't you see the four characters on it, 'Avoiding the Moon and Shaming the Light'? This sword is called the 'Avoiding the Moon and Shaming the Light Demon-Slaying Sword,' the crown of swords, the most revered among precious blades. There's a saber on par with mine, called the Nine-Eared Eight-Ring Saber. Only the steel of that saber can compare to mine. This was my teacher's treasure from Zhen Emei, passed down to me."
Only then did Deng Zixiao understand what was going on. After Ziyu finished speaking, she gestured for Deng Zixiao to step aside. With a swift wave of her hand, she instantly stepped through the gate and began practicing her moves. Deng Zixiao was dumbfounded, his neck stiff, eyes wide, tongue lolling out, his toes barely touching the ground while his heels were dangling. Why? He was completely captivated. Ziyu's movements were not only incredibly elusive, but he had never seen them before, let alone heard their names. The entire courtyard shimmered with light, and a chilling aura filled the air. He continued practicing until the young lady finished and stopped. Looking at Ziyu again, she remained calm and composed, sheathing her sword, sitting down in a chair, and smiling, "Young master, how did I do?"
"Excellent! Absolutely excellent! Superb! Superb! Just excellent!"
Deng Zixiao praised her endlessly. Miss Ziyu was quite pleased. Raising an eyebrow, she asked Deng Zixiao, "Would you like to learn?"
"Of course I would! Please instruct me, Miss."
"Alright, but let me make this clear. You can't learn all the sword techniques in a hurry. The sword technique I just practiced is called the Emei Sword. It has four forms, and each form can be further divided into eight. How many forms are there, young master? If you want to learn, you can only learn about twenty forms. Here's what we'll do: I'll break this sword technique down and teach you twenty-four moves of the Emei Sword, extracting all the essential techniques and core skills. What do you think?" "
Thank you, Miss."
After Deng Zixiao finished his greeting, Ziyu began to teach him the sword techniques, from stance and posture to how to wield the sword, the secrets of the sword, and how to use the Emei Sword. She explained and demonstrated from beginning to end before teaching Deng Zixiao. Deng Zixiao was extremely intelligent; he memorized everything at a glance. He could also apply what he learned to other situations, especially today when learning swordsmanship. Deng Zixiao was even more focused, not daring to make a single mistake. Ziyu taught Deng Zixiao until the sun was high in the sky, and he finally memorized the sword moves. Deng Zixiao looked at the sky and said, "Miss, we should eat and rest. I'll treat you to dinner at the biggest restaurant in Hangzhou."
"Okay! Let me change my clothes."
Ziyu happily agreed. When the young lady came out again, Deng Zixiao's eyes lit up. She was so beautiful! She wore a white dress, had a full figure, fair and delicate skin, a head of long black hair, an oval face, big eyes, arched eyebrows, a delicate nose, and red lips. Deng Zixiao thought to himself, "I only thought Ruobing was beautiful, I didn't notice that Ziyu is also very good-looking, with a refined yet bold air." They arrived at the west side of Shizijie, the most bustling commercial street in Hangzhou, where all the buying and selling was concentrated. Both sides of the street were lined with shops, restaurants, bathhouses, theaters, and jewelry stores with gold-lettered signs. Next to the Bell Tower was a large restaurant called Sanxianju. This restaurant had three floors, a very spacious storefront, and luxurious decorations. They went into the restaurant. Seeing the guests arrive, the waiter hurried upstairs to greet them. They found a seat by the window, and the waiter wiped the table, set out dishes and chopsticks, and brought towels for them to wipe their faces. Then the waiter asked, "What would you two gentlemen like to eat and drink? Just tell me, and I'll prepare it."
Ziyu asked, "Waiter, what kind of food do you sell here?"
The waiter replied, "Miss, our restaurant is one of the top restaurants in Hangzhou. We have everything—things that fly in the sky, run on the ground, jump in the grass, float in the water—fried, stir-fried, cooked, and boiled. We have all kinds of stir-fries, and we can even prepare banquets. If you can name it, we can have it."
Deng Zixiao said, "That's great. Let's do it this way. Give me a good banquet. I'm not afraid to spend money."
"Alright, please sit for a moment."
The waiter brewed a pot of tea, set out four small dishes, and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking. The two chatted and drank tea. A moment later, the waiter brought out the dishes—twelve hot dishes. "These were specially prepared for you by our chef with added ingredients; the taste is unparalleled. We also have our own homemade 'Ten Miles of Fragrance' wine; would you like to try some?"
"Alright! Three catties to start, and I'll leave a generous tip later."
"Thank you."
The waiter withdrew. Deng Zixiao and Ziyu drank and admired the street scene. Just then, they heard a commotion in the street. It turned out that a group of people had entered the main street. These people wore their hats askew and glared at each other. They
carried whips or horse clubs. Four horses led the way, with four tall men riding on them. The leader of the way shouted, "Make way! Make way!" and lashed out with his whip. The people covered their heads and ran away. Deng Zixiao and Ziyu watched, puzzled, wondering what was going on. Curiosity is a universal human trait, so they wanted to ask someone. Just then, the waiter came over. "Waiter, I have something to ask you." "
Please speak, sir."
"I just saw a commotion. What are those people doing outside?"
The waiter said, "Sir, where are they from? They're the local tyrants of Hangzhou. The four brothers, Li Guoyong, Li Guomeng, Li Guogang, and Li Guoqiang, are known as the 'Four Tyrants of the Li Family.' They're all highly skilled in martial arts. They rely on their uncle, who holds a high position in the Ministry of Personnel, to oppress the people, rob men and women, and commit all sorts of evil deeds. Even the prefect treats them with respect. Their uncle wants to recommend them for official positions, and the Ministry of Personnel has ordered them to set up a martial arts tournament in Hangzhou for a month. The tournament is in front of the Lotus Temple in the east of the city. If no one can defeat them, they can become generals. It's been ten days, and no one has been able to beat them. If people like that become officials, the people will suffer again."
The waiter shook his head and walked away. Deng Zixiao and Ziyu exchanged a glance. "Let's go take a look after we finish eating."
After finishing their meal, they hurried to Lotus Temple. Originally, the area in front of the temple gate was just an open space surrounded by small woods, but now it was completely occupied by a fighting arena. Looking at the arena, it was 36 feet high. Unlike other arenas, it had no ladder. Being so high and without a ladder, it all depended on your real skills. If you couldn't even get onto the arena, then you shouldn't even bother fighting. Furthermore, this arena was very wide, made of planks more than half a foot thick, smoothed by a carpenter, and covered with felt, which was also smoothed. The arena was 48 feet wide and 52 feet long, with a reed mat roof, upturned eaves and a ridge, and was resplendent in gold. In the very center hung a golden plaque with large characters pasted in gold paper that could be seen from afar, which read "Hangzhou Arena." Palace gauze lanterns hung in the four corners, and eighteen colorful flags were arranged side by side on the canopy, fluttering in the wind, making it look very spectacular. Behind the arena was a large red curtain, with entrance and exit gates. This backstage area was even more spacious than the front, furnished with tables, chairs, and benches for the fighters to rest and wait. The square in front was already packed with people. They knew that this contest was for the four tyrants of the Li family to become generals, and many people hoped someone could defeat them. Therefore, the news spread like wildfire, alarming the entire city of Hangzhou and the surrounding six counties, and surrounding the Lotus Temple completely. Deng Zixiao and Ziyu squeezed into the crowd and stood not too far from the arena. The time hadn't come yet, so they waited anxiously for the start of the contest. Before long, a person holding a golden bell
struck it nine times, "Dong! Dong!..." The sound of the bell carried in all directions, and the audience fell silent instantly. The man finished typing without saying a word, then turned and went backstage. The first to appear was Li Guoyong, a man who looked like a bear, with an unusually large head, thick arms, thick legs, a big belly, a big butt, big eyes, a big nose, and a big mouth—he looked like a ferocious demon. "I am Li Guoyong, the leader of the Four Heroes of the Li Family of Hangzhou Prefecture, the Golden Hammer General. With the approval of the imperial court, the four of us brothers have set up this arena here for a month. Today is the tenth day. For the first ten days, we have been fortunate enough that no one has been able to defeat us. We invite all fellow martial arts enthusiasts to come and entertain us. Anyone who can punch me will be rewarded with five taels of silver, a kick with ten taels, and if you can knock me down, you will be rewarded with fifty taels. Whoever defeats me will become a general! What excellent terms!"
"Someone said, 'It's not bad for me to go up and earn some money.' You can go up, but you need to think carefully. This is a fighting arena. If they break your arms or legs, or even kill you, that's your bad luck. So I advise everyone not to come up if you don't have any skills."
Li Guoyong was speaking when suddenly someone shouted from the crowd, "Li Guoyong, don't be so arrogant. I'll go with you a few times."
As soon as the voice fell, a burly man came out from the crowd, came to the foot of the arena, looked up at the arena, then bent down, touched the ground with his toes, gathered his energy, and "whoosh!" he leaped onto the arena. Needless to say, even just getting onto the arena requires special skills, otherwise, how could one climb a arena that is more than 36 feet high? This burly man couldn't get up at once. He leaped up, and when he was about 15 or 16 feet high, he stepped on the instep of his right foot with his left foot to catch his breath. "Whoosh!"
Then he stepped on the toes of his left foot with his right foot, and he rose another 7 or 8 feet high before finally reaching the arena. The man came onto the stage to catch his breath and calm himself down. Li Guoyong took a closer look and saw that the big man was burly, with a face like a silver basin, two thick, bushy eyebrows, a pair of big eyes, a righteous look on his face, a slight beard, his hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin on his head, a straw turban embroidered with the Five Blessings and Longevity, two ribbons on his chest, a bronze-colored shirt, a short jacket, a wide belt, and trousers with a squat crotch. He was holding a steel knife in his hand. Standing there, he was majestic and imposing, just like a toothless tiger or a hornless dragon. Li Guoyong clasped his hands in a fist salute, " 　　May I ask your honorable name, sir?"
"I am from Suzhou, named Ding Zhen, known in the martial arts world as the Iron-Blooded Hero." 　　"Sir, you've come to the Hangzhou arena, perhaps to challenge me?" Ding Zhen nodded, "Li Guoyong, you're right. I'm not only challenging you, I also want to settle scores with you. You four brothers have been dominating this area, bullying men and women. I want to rid the region of this scourge." 　　"You've come at the right time. Let's not waste words, let's fight right now. If you beat me, you can vent your anger; if I beat you, I can get my revenge. Now, prepare to die!" 　　As Li Guoyong spoke, his eyes turned red, and his veins bulged. Ding Zhen nodded: "Alright, Li Guoyong, since that's the case, you tell me, shall we compete in fist techniques or weapons?" 　　Li Guoyong pondered for a moment: "Ding Zhen, I think fist techniques are more appropriate. Using weapons on the ring is a bit too uncouth." 　　"Alright, whatever you say." 　　With that, Ding Zhen placed his steel knife at the edge of the ring. The two men quickly prepared themselves, and with a "whoosh!" they 　　spun around the ring a few times before engaging in combat. Li Guoyong had never lost a fight since they set up the challenge. He possessed extraordinary skills, and especially in today's situation, he couldn't afford to hold back. He unleashed all his trump cards, his palms moving with lightning speed. Ding Zhen was also a hero among men, a master from Suzhou! Faced with a formidable opponent, he unleashed his trump card, making them evenly matched. For over eighty rounds, neither gained the upper hand, leaving the audience stunned. The stadium, packed with hundreds of thousands, was completely silent. Whether experts or novices, men or women, everyone craned their necks, eyes wide, their hearts pounding in their throats. Deng Zixiao and Ziyu watched from below, seizing this excellent learning opportunity. They didn't dare blink. Deng Zixiao leaned closer to Ziyu and lowered his voice, "Miss, who do you think will win?" 　　Ziyu shook her head. "Young master, it's still unclear." " 　　However, miss, I think this burly man is probably no match for Li Guoyong." 　　"Why do you say that?" 　　"I think his moves are inferior to Li Guoyong's." 　　Ziyu nodded, sharing the same sentiment. As soon as Deng Zixiao finished speaking, a loud "smack" rang out from the stage. Looking up, Ding Zhen was struck on the back by Li Guoyong's Wild Horse Mane Severing Palm technique. Unable to dodge in time, he held his breath to receive the blow, only to be knocked off the stage by Li Guoyong. The stage was over three zhang high; a fall from that height would be fatal. Fortunately, he possessed extraordinary skills, and despite his injury, he could still withstand the attack. He fell headfirst, and just as his head was about to hit the ground, he exerted a sudden burst of strength, performing a somersault and landing on his feet. Following Ding Zhen's instructions, I stood up and went into the crowd to find a place to take some medicine, but my will was not enough. As soon as my feet touched the ground, just as I was about to take a step, my head buzzed, and I collapsed to the ground with a "thud," spitting out blood that stained my clothes red. The crowd erupted in chaos, and with a "whoosh," those nearby rushed over. "Brothers, it's bad! This big man is spitting blood; he's probably not going to make it."

Deng Zixiao and Ziyu pushed through the crowd to reach Ding Zhen. Deng Zixiao bent down and picked Ding Zhen up. "Brave warrior, how are you feeling?"
It took a long time for Tie Danxia to open his eyes. He looked at Deng Zixiao and said, "My skills are inferior,"
a bitter smile appearing on his lips. He struggled to speak further. "I'm afraid I won't survive."
With a "whoosh," blood gushed out again. Ziyu saw large blood clots and knew he was going to die. Ding Zhen's eyes rolled back, his facial features twitched, and in the blink of an eye, he was dead, killed by Li Guoyong's palm strike. Deng Zixiao took out some silver and found some nearby people to help with his funeral arrangements; details are unnecessary. Li Guoyong felt much relieved after knocking Ding Zhen off the stage with his palm strike. He then sneered, "Everyone, ha! Ha! You all saw that, right? That strong man was no ordinary person; his martial arts were quite good! He came up to fight, and I knocked him off the stage with one palm strike. He'll be in for a rough time. Even if he doesn't die, he won't live long. You all saw it; this arena is not a good place. If you want to fight on this stage, you have to show some real skill. Otherwise, dying is pointless, and getting injured is bad luck. It's all your own fault. Who else wants to go up on the stage?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone leaped up from below the stage with a whoosh. This person also used the lightness skill of leaping. He leaped more than ten feet into the air, pushing off with his left foot and then his right, before finally landing on the platform and standing before Li Guoyong. "Li, you're ruthless enough," he said.
Li Guoyong saw that the old man was short and deformed, resembling an ape. He was slightly hunched over, with broad shoulders, a large, purplish-red forehead, and almost completely bald except for a few dozen hairs on the back of his head tied in a small bun. A goatee stuck out, and his eyes were bright and shiny. He had a hooked nose, a pointed mouth, and large, fan-like ears. He wore a baggy yellow robe, a white undershirt, and straw sandals. He was bare-handed, yet his words were crisp and decisive, exuding an air of authority. Li Guoyong clasped his hands in a fist salute: "May I ask your surname?"
The old man replied, "Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!"
With that, he struck out with a palm. Li Guoyong knew that only force could resolve the conflict, so he didn't hesitate and launched a fierce attack on the old man. The old man's arms swung wildly, creating a whooshing sound, but Li Guoyong was no pushover either, fighting desperately. The two exchanged blows for over forty rounds, neither gaining the upper hand. Li Guoyong was truly desperate today. He feigned defeat and fled, and the old man, in pursuit, fell for the trap. Li Guoyong used a move to get behind the old man, leaping up and delivering a powerful palm strike. The old man couldn't dodge in time and could only mimic Ding Zhen's technique, channeling his energy from his dantian. "Crack!" The palm struck his back, sending the old man staggering forward seven or eight steps. Unable to maintain his balance, he fell off the stage with a whoosh. Unlike Ding Zhen, who was seriously injured, this old man was much lighter. Because of his strong foundation in qigong, he showed no outward signs of injury once he reached the bottom of the stage. However, the old man landed on his feet, shook his head, and said, "Alright, you surnamed Li, you hit me! I'll remember this for now and settle it later."
His face flushed, the old man pushed his way through the crowd. Deng Zixiao and Ziyu saw everything clearly. Ziyu was furious and insisted on going up on stage to fight Li Guoyong. Deng Zixiao advised, "Miss, you don't need to go. Let me teach him a lesson."
With a light touch of his toes, Deng Zixiao leaped onto the stage. Ziyu was worried for him, thinking, "Brother Deng, if you can't win against this formidable opponent, your life will be in danger. Don't worry about your little sister." When Deng Zixiao stepped onto the stage, he won a standing ovation. The young man was incredibly handsome. He was dressed in white, with a face like a silver plate, sword-like eyebrows, tiger-like eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth. Compared to Li Guoyong in the stage, he was like a phoenix among chickens, or a lingzhi mushroom growing among weeds. Li Guoyong was startled when Deng Zixiao stepped onto the stage. He took a few steps back and looked at him, saying, "Hey, aren't you Deng Zixiao, the adopted son of Prefect Deng?"
"That's right, it is."
"Young Master Deng, you're not convinced and want to have a match with me? Perhaps you also have your eye on the position of General?"
Upon hearing this, Deng Zixiao's sword-like eyebrows shot up and his tiger-like eyes widened. "Bah! Young Master Li, don't try to bully me. I just want to rid the people of this scourge and see who's stronger."
"Alright, Deng Zixiao, since you're not convinced, let's put our skills to the test."
Li Guoyong opened his gates and was about to strike when he heard a series of clanging sounds from backstage. This was the signal to call back. Li Guoyong was taken aback. "I was in the middle of something, why are you calling me back?" Knowing there was an emergency, he hurriedly turned around and went backstage. Seeing his three brothers, he asked, "
Why did you call me back? What's the matter?" "Second brother Li Guomeng smiled and said, 'Brother, nothing else, but you've won two battles in a row, you must be tired. You should rest. I'll take over for you for a while. You need to conserve your energy to deal with that formidable opponent.'
'Alright! This Deng Zixiao is a formidable figure, be careful!' '
Don't worry, brother!'
Just then, Li Guomeng, wielding a pair of golden hammers, approached Deng Zixiao. The two hammers clashed, making a loud clanging sound. Deng Zixiao looked at them and pointed, asking, 'Who comes here?' 'Li
Guomeng, the Silver Hammer General,'
Deng Zixiao said. 'You get back here, I'm fighting Li Guoyong.'
'What? You, surnamed Deng, you have quite the nerve! Today I'll show you my power, take this hammer!'
With that, he swung his hammer. Deng Zixiao hadn't wanted to use a weapon, but seeing this guy's unreasonable behavior, he couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped back, drew his steel saber, and engaged Li Guomeng in battle." Li Guomeng, confident in his strength and the weight of his hammer, and being a head taller than Deng Zixiao, was determined to smash him to death on the stage. His first move was a "Meteor Chasing the Moon," aimed at Deng Zixiao. Deng Zixiao knew that a warrior wielding hammers couldn't be defeated by brute force. Relying solely on his sword, he dared not touch Li Guomeng's double hammers, and could only rely on skill. Deng Zixiao stepped to the left and dodged to the right, causing Li Guomeng's double hammers to miss. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Deng Zixiao flicked his wrist, using his single sword to pin down Li Guomeng's hammers. Then, with a swift push, he thrust his wrist inward, bringing the sword straight for Li Guomeng's neck. Seeing the situation was dire, Li Guoyong hurriedly withdrew his double hammers, held them upright with the handles facing upwards, intending to block his opponent's knife. However, he was unaware that Deng Zixiao's knife was a treasured blade, capable of cutting through gold and jade, and slicing through iron like mud. Furthermore, Deng Zixiao's excessive force caused the hammer handle to snap in two with a "crack," and the blade struck Li Guoyong's neck. With a "thud," the blade passed and the man's head fell, the large man collapsing onto the stage. Seeing his brother die on the spot, the eldest brother, Li Guoyong, cried out in anguish, brandishing his golden hammer and leaping onto the stage: "Deng Zixiao, I will avenge my brother! Take this!"
He swung the hammer. Deng Zixiao dodged to the side, his double hammers missing their mark. Then, he stepped forward, flipped his knife, and delivered a "behind-the-head" blow, slashing Li Guoyong's neck, instantly decapitating him. Upon seeing his two older brothers killed, the third brother, Li Guogang, flew into a rage. He brandished his copper hammer and fought Deng Zixiao. After only three exchanges, Deng Zixiao shouted and cleaved Li Guogang in two with a single blow. The fourth brother, Li Guoqiang, seeing his three brothers die in the blink of an eye, cried uncontrollably, "Brothers! We four came together, and now you're all dead. What's the point of my life?"
He gritted his teeth, wiped away his tears, and charged forward with his iron hammer. After four or five exchanges, Deng Zixiao executed a "waist-locking jade belt" move, slicing Li Guoqiang in two. In less than the time it takes to eat a meal, Deng Zixiao had killed four scourges of the Li family, gaining instant fame and ridding the people of a scourge. Ziyu, watching from below the stage, couldn't help but shout, "Brother Deng, what a hero! Well done!"
The people were overjoyed, clapping enthusiastically. Deng Zixiao had really gotten himself into big trouble; the death of the four thugs of the Li family was a serious matter. Several hundred of the Li family's thugs, each armed, rushed forward to maintain order. Deng Zixiao swung his precious sword, ready to fight to the death, but at that moment, Ziyu leaped onto the stage, grabbed Deng Zixiao, and used her light-footed skills to escape the encirclement. How could those people catch up with them! Leaving aside the chaos at the Li family's residence, Deng Zixiao and Ziyu rushed back to the Hua residence. Ziyu said to Deng Zixiao, "Brother Deng, you can't go back to the prefectural government office now! Those people know you, and they have powerful backers; they'll definitely come looking for you, which will cause trouble for Lord Deng! Anyway, nobody knows me. Stay here with us for a while, and go back once things have calmed down."
"Alright! I'll listen to you, but you need to send someone to inform my godfather so he can make preparations."
"Okay, I'll go arrange it!"
They returned to the embroidered tower, and Ziyu asked Hu Kai to deliver a letter to the prefectural government office. The letter was written by Deng Zixiao. By the time Hu Kai returned, it was already dark. Deng Zixiao and Ziyu were drinking and chatting. When they saw Hu Kai return, Ziyu asked, "Why did you take so long?"
"Oh, Miss, don't even mention it. The prefectural government office is in chaos. The Li family went to the office looking for Young Master Deng. Lord Deng already knows what happened. There were officials patrolling the arena to maintain order. When they saw Young Master Deng kill the four thugs of the Li family, they ran to deliver a letter to the magistrate. The Li family is relentless and even wants to appeal to the Emperor! They insist that Lord Deng hand over the murderer. I gave the letter to Lord Deng, and he said that the young master should stay here for a few days while he handles the matter. Lord Deng is going to the capital to see his old mentor, Prime Minister Wu. He told the young master not to worry."
"Oh, alright, you can go now!"
"Yes,"
Hu Kai withdrew. The two continued drinking, their conversation growing increasingly congenial. Before long, they had downed several pounds of Daughter's Red wine. Bathed in the glow of the red candlelight, Ziyu appeared even more radiant, her beauty a blend of innocence and allure, a mature charm. Her peach-blossom face flushed even more under the influence of alcohol, revealing her arched eyebrows, cherry lips, and rosy cheeks, her figure curvaceous and alluring. Ziyu noticed Deng Zixiao staring intently at her, her body growing hot, her full, round breasts trembling slightly with her rapid breathing. She enjoyed being gazed upon so greedily by this handsome young man, and even more so, she longed for him to make love to her. Since her first sexual experience, this was the first time she had been with such a handsome young man. Their eyes met; one a beautiful young woman, the other a handsome young man, they admired each other. "You're so beautiful, girl."
"Call me sister, and you're very handsome too, big brother!"
"Sister Ziyu, I want to..."
"What do you want to do with me?"
Ziyu asked sweetly, her tone teasing. The two, naked, embraced and kissed. Ziyu licked the man beside her with her smooth, fragrant tongue, their tongues intertwining and sucking each other's saliva. Smelling the mature man's scent and licking his tongue, she couldn't help but pant, "Ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh...Young Master, I want..."
Seeing the beautiful girl with her eyes full of lust, her breathing rapid, and her face flushed with desire, Deng Zixiao started kissing her from her feet. Her beautiful little feet were snow-white, delicate, and translucent, with neat and pretty toes. He held the girl's toes in his mouth and sucked on them incessantly, licking her entire foot. Then he licked her from her calves to her thighs again and again, leaving the girl's slender thighs covered in saliva. Deng Zixiao then pulled Ziyu's slender, delicate hand and sucked on her thin, white fingers. After a while of kissing, he focused his gaze on the girl's large breasts. "Oh! So beautiful, two small hills of white mounds, large pink areolas, and nipples the size of purple grapes that are already hard and erect. I never thought an eighteen-year-old girl would have such big...so beautiful, so good..."
Deng Zixiao caressed Ziyu's breasts and took her large nipples into his mouth, licking and biting them deeply. "...Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah ah...ah ah...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..."
Ziyu let out a charming moan, "Good young master—you're licking me...so, so comfortable...ah!"
Deng Zixiao's large glans rotated forcefully a few times deep inside the girl's vagina, his large hand sliding down to her white, smooth, plump buttocks and caressing them. His lips enveloped the girl's rounded earlobe, and he chuckled wickedly, "Your vagina is even better, so tight, warm, and slippery."
"Ah...ah...ah...bad brother...harder!"
Ziyu felt the handsome young man's huge penis thrusting back and forth in her sensitive vagina and uterus, making her moan incessantly. Beads of fragrant sweat dripped down her flushed cheeks, and her wet vagina was excitedly numb and tingling again and again. The love fluid inside her slid down his thick penis onto the sheets with his powerful thrusts, making a "sizzling" sound. "Bad brother, you've made me leak so much lustful fluid..."
Ziyu sat on Deng Zixiao's body, thrusting faster and faster, her cherry-like mouth emitting seductive moans, her small hands constantly kneading her trembling, white and tender breasts, "Ah...ah...ah...good brother...you're so amazing...you're making your little sister almost unable to take it...my good brother...ah...good...big brother, ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore..."
Ziyu's high, white and tender breasts trembled wildly as Deng Zixiao thrust into her, her smooth, snow-white abdomen throbbed with excitement, and her beautiful face was filled with lustful desire. Deng Zixiao groaned loudly, lifting the girl's soft body. His lips parted, sucking on her two round, high breasts, making them swell like balls until they glowed a captivating red. Her delicate nipples slid back and forth in his mouth. The girl, being frantically penetrated, uttered seductive, lingering words as he did so. Her beautiful face was full of alluring desire, and her snow-white buttocks thrust upwards in response. Suddenly, the girl cried out, her fair body tensing and trembling violently. Ziyu had reached orgasm. Deng Zixiao, equally excited, felt the sudden tightening of the beauty's vagina beneath him. He gripped his large penis tightly, almost unable to move, the overwhelming pleasure causing his body to tense involuntarily. Deng Zixiao, holding the girl's slender waist, thrust forcefully a few times and ejaculated. "Oh...oh...good sister, you're so beautiful and so wanton."
After their lovemaking, the young couple collapsed onto the bed, and Deng Zixiao fell asleep, embracing the delicate Ziyu. Deng Zixiao and Ziyu discussed martial arts during the day and made love at night, and time passed quickly. One day, Ziyu said to Deng Zixiao, "Brother Deng, we've been sparring for a few days now, and I think your skills are quite good. I plan to have a go with you today."
She said to the servants beside her, "Pack up, I'm going to spar with Young Master Deng."
"Is this appropriate?"
Deng Zixiao was a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to anger Ziyu. Ziyu threw off her cloak, tightened her handkerchief, and adjusted her bridle, her body taut and neat. She stood with her arms outstretched, waiting for Deng Zixiao. The servants moved away the tables and chairs, and many servants and maids happily came to the courtyard to wait and watch. Deng Zixiao finished tidying up and stepped into the courtyard. Standing opposite the young lady, he clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Sister, I have no real skills. Please forgive my blunder in front of you."
"Look at what you're saying, brother. My skills are nothing special. I just wanted to broaden my horizons and learn a few moves from you. Please don't be so polite." "
In that case, please, sister."
"Extend your hand first." " Please,
young lady, go first."
"Since that's the case, then I won't stand on ceremony." As
the young lady Ziyu spoke, she raised her eyebrows and swayed forward, delivering a palm strike. This palm strike was called "Parting the Clouds to Present the Sun," aimed at Deng Zixiao's crown. Deng Zixiao dodged to the side, and the young lady's palm strike missed. Deng Zixiao used "White Ape Stealing the Peach," reaching up with both hands to grab Ziyu's wrist. The young lady suddenly withdrew her right hand and delivered a left palm strike, using "Single Wind Piercing the Ear," aiming for Deng Zixiao's ear. Fearing that Deng Zixiao couldn't dodge, she shouted, "Ear!"
Deng Zixiao hurriedly shrank back, his head hidden, and the girl's palm strike missed. Deng Zixiao
launched a Cloud-Lying Kick, aiming for the girl's shinbone. Afraid she wouldn't be able to dodge, he shouted, "Sister, watch your leg!" Ziyu touched the ground with both feet and leaped into the air. Deng Zixiao's kick missed, and the two were now locked in combat. Deng Zixiao knew Ziyu was skilled in martial arts, but he didn't know exactly how skilled. When he finally met her, he was greatly surprised. He hadn't expected Ziyu to have received instruction from a renowned master, possessing true skill in both hands and legs. Her movements were as swift as lightning, her arms swung in unison, creating a whooshing sound. Her moves were unpredictable and elusive. Therefore, Deng Zixiao was very careful, doing his best to fight her. Although Ziyu liked Deng Zixiao, she wouldn't hold back. She was determined to see what Deng Zixiao's abilities were. But when she met him, she was also greatly surprised, secretly giving him a thumbs-up in praise. Indeed, he lived up to his reputation. The two fought while admiring each other, praising each other as they fought. They fought for more than fifty rounds without a clear winner. In the middle of the fight, the girl used a sweeping leg kick. Deng Zixiao was a little slow to dodge and kicked his leg, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. Ziyu jumped out of the circle and hurriedly said, "Brother Deng, I'm sorry, I made a mistake."
Deng Zixiao didn't say a word, stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, put on his coat, and came to Ziyu, bowing and saying, "Sister, I made a fool of myself."
Everyone present applauded and praised Ziyu. After several days of mutual learning, both of them had greatly improved their martial arts skills.
(V)
In the last episode, we only talked about Ziyu. Now let's talk about Ruobing. It took them three days to reach the Jia Mansion in Suzhou. Master Jia was the richest man in Suzhou. His mansion was located at the southernmost end of Zhongpan Street, just around the corner. It was incredibly magnificent, and today it was even more so, with lanterns and decorations, drums and music playing, and crowds of onlookers gathered in front of the gate. Carriages and horses filled both sides of the mansion, creating a noisy and bustling atmosphere. Master Hua, leading his daughter and servants, squeezed through the crowd to the gate of his mansion. Outside, two rows of awnings stood, under which were accounting tables where a dozen or so men were collecting gifts. They squeezed through, handing over their business cards, a thousand taels of silver, and their gifts. The accountant quickly stood up, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, thank you! And you are...?"
Master Hua pointed to the business card. "Oh my, you must be Master Hua from Hangzhou! My apologies! And this young lady must be the famous heroine, Ms. Ruobing! Ladies and gentlemen, this is Master Hua, the wealthy tycoon of Hangzhou, and that is his daughter, the chivalrous Hua Ruobing."
The crowd was astonished and greeted them warmly. Even the men from other mansions craned their necks, whispering amongst themselves. "Master Hua, your daughter's heroic deeds have spread throughout Suzhou."
Master Hua was also very proud of his daughter. The accountant, after accepting the gifts and registering them, personally accompanied them to the Jia mansion. Inside, the mansion was bustling with people, mostly dressed in purple robes and gold belts, all speaking fluently and dignifiedly, exuding an imposing aura. The accountant led Master Hua and Ruobing straight to the study. Why? "We need to see Master Jia first. You've come to offer your congratulations; our master is very pleased. The banquet will begin shortly."
Why did this accountant have such a unique idea? It turned out that Master Jia had instructed, "If anyone from the Hua family in Hangzhou comes, bring them to see me. I will wait in my small study."
Therefore, the accountant led Master Hua and Ruobing to the door of the study, saying, "Master Hua, Miss Ruobing, please wait a moment. Let me go inside and say hello."
As he spoke, he lifted the curtain and went in. After a short while, he turned around and came out, saying, "Master Hua, Miss Ruobing, my master was very pleased to hear that you had come in person. He invites you to come in and see him."
With that, he lifted the curtain high, and the father and daughter straightened their clothes and entered the study. Ruobing glanced at the study and saw that although it was not large, it was magnificent. An old man sat in the chair opposite him. The old man was fat and big, wearing a golden-winged elephant on his head, a purple satin python robe, and a gold belt around his waist, which was inlaid with pearls. His face was like a bronze basin, with thick eyebrows, triangular eyes, a lion's nose, and a diamond-shaped mouth. His white beard covered his chest. Perhaps because of his wealth, he looked so majestic and imposing. Ruobing knew this was the famous wealthy merchant from Suzhou. She thought to herself, "This old man is quite impressive. I've heard he was very poor growing up and achieved his current status through sheer hard work." Instinctively, she felt admiration and respect. After a long pause, she lifted her robes and knelt down, saying, "Uncle Jia, your niece Ruobing greets you."
The wealthy man stood up, "Oh dear, niece, no need for formalities, please rise."
He then said to the wealthy man, "Brother, I'm so happy for you to have such a wonderful daughter! Ha, ha..."
He pulled Ruobing close, smiling broadly, and looked at her for a long time before saying, "Child, when your father said he would send you to Mount Emei, I complained that he shouldn't have let you suffer there. Time flies, and you've grown into a young woman. Seeing you makes me very happy! My child! I'm so excited that you've come to my home."
"Come, come, sit down and let's talk. Here, have a seat and some tea."
Although he was a well-known wealthy merchant in Suzhou, his enthusiasm for Ruobing was truly unexpected for the young girl. After Ruobing sat down, Master Jia said, "Child, although we've never met, you've probably heard about my relationship with your father. Back when your father and I did business together, it wasn't easy! I'm genuinely happy to see you back. If you need anything, just come to me, and I'll do my best to help."
Ruobing was deeply moved and quickly stood up, clasping her hands in a fist salute: "Thank you, Uncle."
"Haha, you're welcome."
Master Jia chatted with her for a while longer. Ruobing thought to herself, "As the head of a family, he must be very busy. I shouldn't linger." The young woman quickly stood up and said, "Uncle, you're busy, I'll take my leave."
"Alright, alright, I won't see you off. We can have a long talk another time. Come on, see the guests out and make proper arrangements outside."
"Yes."
Someone led Ruobing and Master Hua out of the study and into the main hall, where they found two seats for them. The young woman drank water while looking around. The guests were all merchants and wealthy people, and everyone was laughing and chatting. Master Hua didn't want to talk much, so he kept his head down and drank his tea. Ruobing looked around with curiosity, finding everything new and exciting. She had never been to such a place before and was captivated by the magnificent scenery before her. At the invitation of Master Jia, the Hua family father and daughter came to Suzhou Prefecture to attend a birthday banquet. They were warmly received, but the banquet had not yet begun, so they had to wait patiently. The father and daughter sipped tea and admired the decorations in the hall. Finally, the birthday celebrant arrived. Master Jia appeared before everyone, accompanied by his family. Instantly, drums and music filled the air, and the hall erupted in cheers. Master Hua and Ruobing stood up and squeezed into the crowd, craning their necks to watch the spectacle. Master Jia, wearing a red flower and cross on his hat, a red cap, a robe with arrow-sleeved sleeves, and a jade belt, looked radiant and greeted the guests with a broad smile. Amid applause, someone shouted, "The banquet begins! Please take your seats!" Servants
rushed in and out, and the hall was bustling with excitement. At this moment, the Jia family's steward personally came to Ruobing: "Miss Hua, Master Hua, please sit here."
He led the father and daughter to the seats of honor. These seats were in the main hall, and as they sat down, they saw that everyone at the table was a dignitary official of Suzhou. Before long, the cups and plates were laid out, and the feast was served. Ruobing sniffed the air and thought to herself, "This is truly lavish! They must be rich!" Many of the dishes were unfamiliar to her, and she didn't even know their names, but they all tasted delicious. Even Master Hua, the wealthy man, frowned as he looked around, thinking, "This one dish alone is worth tens or even hundreds of taels of silver." Just then, someone called out, "Master Jia and his young master are toasting the guests!"
"Whoosh!"
Everyone stood up. Soon, the steward led the way to Ruobing's table. The steward carried a silver pot, and servants behind him carried trays with silver cups on them. Master Jia's eldest son stood behind his father. Master Jia, with his large belly, stroking his beard, and beaming, clasped his hands in a fist salute to everyone: "Welcome, everyone! I am very pleased to have you all here. Come! I will toast each of you with a cup."
He personally toasted everyone, then turned to Ruobing and said, "Niece, you must drink more. I'll toast everyone else with one cup, but I'll toast you three times!"
Ruobing quickly bowed and said, "Uncle, I can't hold my liquor, I really don't deserve this."
"Oh, people often say heroes have a huge capacity for alcohol, how can you not drink? Besides, today is my joyous occasion, you have to drink whether you can or not! Are you going to refuse this old man's offer?"
Everyone said, "Miss Hua, you can't refuse Master Jia's toast!"
Ruobing thought: That's right, it's really hard to refuse Master Jia in front of so many people. Helpless, she took the first cup, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Master Jia was overjoyed and filled her cup twice more. Ruobing gritted her teeth and drank it all. Master Jia patted her shoulder and said, "Alright, you think highly of this old man. Niece, we should get closer in the future."
After saying that, he stepped aside. The eldest son of the Jia family came over: "Miss Hua, I can tell you and my father get along well. My father is especially happy that you are here. I have nothing else to say but that I am extremely honored that Miss Hua can attend my father's birthday banquet. I would also like to toast you three times."
Ruobing also drank three cups in a row. The eldest son was particularly happy: "Thank you for your honor, Miss Hua. Please eat and drink more. I must take my leave."
With that, he clasped his hands in a fist and turned to go to another table to toast. Ruobing drank six cups of wine in one go, feeling a little dizzy, her face flushed. The father and son ate, and just then the steward called out again: "Attention, guests! After the meal and the dishes are cleared away, please hurry to the garden to watch the opera! My master has ordered that no one is allowed to leave. There will be a late-night snack after the opera; please do us the honor!"
Those present applauded and cheered, praising Master Jia for his thoughtful arrangements—eating, drinking, opera, and a late-night snack—the money was well spent. The banquet didn't end until after the lamps were lit. The servants cleared away the dishes and served tea. Then, the steward called out again... He called out, "Distinguished guests, please proceed to the garden. Tables and chairs are ready, please!"
Everyone lined up and entered through the two moon gates, rushing towards the Jia family's back garden. Ruobing was astonished by the sheer size of the garden; it was easily at least ten acres in circumference. The ground was covered entirely by paths and lawns, with no visible surface. The pebbles paving the paths shone brilliantly under the lamplight. The garden was filled with flowers that bloomed year-round and evergreen grass, the fragrance of which was invigorating. Ruobing felt instantly refreshed and relaxed. The pavilions, terraces, rockeries, and bridges were arranged in a meticulous and orderly fashion, making the garden feel like a paradise. Ruobing's spirits lifted, and she felt quite pleased. Looking around, she saw a peony pavilion in the very center, with eight corners on each side, three stories high, surrounded by five-colored railings. This pavilion served as a temporary stage, and tables and chairs were placed in front of it. Ruobing and her father sat down on one of the sides. Before long, the play began. The curtain rose rapidly, and Suzhou's famous actors took to the stage to perform. The time was approaching closing time. Ruobing was watching the play while drinking water when suddenly someone shouted, "Bandits are here! Robbers!"
This shout caused immediate chaos. A group of people rushed into the garden, led by dozens of henchmen holding torches. In the center were five men who appeared to be leaders, followed by dozens of burly men wielding knives and spears, storming in like menacing demons. The playgoers retreated to the right side of the garden, while the bandits stood on the left, leaving an open space in the middle. An old man stepped out from the group of thieves. He was less than six feet tall with a flat top, sloping shoulders, short arms and legs, a bulging forehead, a protruding chin, a sunken face, high cheekbones, a receding jaw, deep-set eyes with yellow pupils, and a face full of wrinkles. He looked exactly like a monkey. He had three tufts of beard and was about sixty years old. He wore a embroidered turban on his head, a black embroidered robe, a gold belt around his waist, and fast boots. He held a single-edged sword in his hand and looked very proud. He shouted, "Gentlemen, we are from Sancha Mountain. We've come seeking wealth, not to kill. But if anyone tries to resist, don't blame us for our weapons. Please hand over all your gold and silver."
Ruobing was about to push through the crowd when someone roared, "You insatiable thieves and bandits! You have the audacity to rebel! Openly robbing the city!"
The man's voice was clear and carried far. Ruobing looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with a flat top, about eight feet but less than nine feet tall, a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and fan-shaped shoulders. Looking at his face... His features were like a silver plate, with regular facial features, two sharp, eight-character eyebrows, a pair of large, leopard-like eyes, a straight nose, a broad mouth, teeth like scattered jade, and bright red lips. He had a black, swallowtail mustache with an upturned tip, and a vertical line between his eyebrows, giving him an air of proud defiance. He wore a moon-white headscarf with forty-two yellow pom-poms trembling on it, and a hero's pendant in his hair. He wore a moon-white short jacket, a silk sash around his waist, and a brocade robe. A sword was slung at his waist, and his hero's cloak was untied, so it was obvious that he carried a dart pouch inside. The pouch was bright red and contained six bright silver darts. Ruobing didn't recognize him; this man was Duan Jie, the head of the Suzhou government. Behind Duan Jie were two tall men and a short, stocky man. These two tall men were each about twelve feet tall, with broad shoulders, thick backs, and thick waists. Their faces were like bronze gongs, and their heads were like wine jars. Each of them carried a ceremonial staff, dressed in clean and neat blue and black robes. They were also yamen runners under Duan Jie's command, one named Che Dali and the other Jin Dali. They were incredibly strong, each carrying a staff weighing over a hundred pounds. There was also a short, stocky man of unremarkable appearance, also a yamen runner named Lei Shun. He knew seventy-two different styles of swordsmanship, and they had also come to the Jia family to offer their congratulations. Their appearance startled the bandits, but they relaxed when they realized there were only four of them. The old man, who looked like a monkey, spoke again: "Don't block my path to wealth, or I won't be polite."
Che Dali was furious. "Thieves, you've met me today, and I'll make sure none of you leave alive!"
Duan Jie told Che Dali, "You better watch out."
"No doubt about it, do you think these kids can withstand a beating from me?"
Duan Jie stepped aside to observe the situation. Meanwhile, Che Dali swung his three-section staff and charged straight at the old man. The old man saw that this man was taller than two of him stacked together, and that this guy was equivalent to seven or eight of him! In terms of strength, he was no match for him. The old man stepped back and turned to the bandits, asking, "Which of you brothers is willing to go and fight him?"
"Chief, leave it to me!"
This man brandished his three-section staff and engaged Che Dali in battle. As Che Dali fought, he observed the young man. He noticed a red mole between the young man's eyebrows, resembling two dragons playing with a pearl; the young man was handsome. So, while striking him, Che Dali asked, "Young man, who are you?" "
I am Luo Ming, the chieftain of Sancha Mountain Patrol Village,"
Che Dali replied. "I remember now, you were the one who killed the manager of Huichuntang in the city and stole his money. We were just about to arrest you when you showed up."
Thinking of this, Che Dali's anger flared. He continued striking and cursing, "You murderer and robber, do you have any humanity left? You heinous scoundrel! Today, I'll smash you to death!"
The heavy staff, weighing over a hundred pounds, swung around, filling the courtyard with wind. Che Dali had initially thought that fighting him wouldn't be difficult, that he could easily defeat him in twenty rounds. However, upon closer inspection, he was astonished: the young man's three-section staff techniques were exquisite, clearly indicating he had received instruction from a master. Even one of the bandits from Sancha Mountain was quite skilled; he had underestimated the situation. Che Dali grew anxious, sweat beading on his forehead. The battle between Che Dali and Luo Ming had lasted over thirty rounds without a clear victor, which greatly worried the old man. He understood that today's battle required speed and efficiency; if it dragged on, reinforcements from the government would arrive, causing trouble. He ordered one of his henchmen to aim an arrow at Che Dali. After the bowstring snapped, a stray arrow struck Che Dali squarely in the leg. Che Dali cried out and fell to the ground. Luo Ming, delighted, swung his staff to strike, but Che Dali used his own heavy staff to block Luo Ming's weapon. Jin Dali protected Che Dali and engaged Luo Ming in battle. Jin Dali raised his massive, thick club and swung it at Luo Ming. Luo Ming, seeing Jin Dali's towering figure and the club's immense thickness, knew he had to use clever tactics to defeat such a fierce opponent. He stepped forward and sidestepped, causing Jin Dali's strike to miss. Due to the excessive force, Jin Dali couldn't stop, and the club's tip shattered a brick on the ground. Those watching exclaimed, "This guy is incredibly strong! If he hit someone, they'd be turned into mincemeat!" Luo Ming, taking advantage of the moment, simultaneously thrust his knife with both hands. Jin Dali quickly pulled back his club, executing a "hugging a pipa" maneuver, and deflected it outwards. Luo Ming's knife, unwilling to touch the club, flicked back with his wrist, the tip of the knife rolling towards Che Dali's abdomen. Jin Dali leaped into the air, his toes barely touching the ground. Luo Ming's blade missed its mark. Before Jin Dali's feet even touched the ground, he charged at Luo Ming with his staff in a cross-shaped attack. Luo Ming spun around and jumped aside, causing the staff to miss again. The two exchanged blows, one after another. Despite Jin Dali's imposing size and loud cries, it was useless. Luo Ming used a technique of using softness to overcome hardness. Sure enough, in less than twenty rounds, sweat poured down Jin Dali's nose and temples, and he was panting heavily, like a bull, his strength almost completely exhausted. Luo Ming intensified his attacks, launching a fierce assault. Taking advantage of Jin Dali's momentary lapse in attention, Luo Ming used a stunt kick, landing squarely on Jin Dali's stomach. It was as if a wall had collapsed, and Jin Dali fell backward, dropping his staff. He tried to spring back to his feet, but before he could even get up, Luo Ming was already upon him. Luo Ming thought for a moment: it would be better to keep him alive as a hostage, so he didn't finish him off. Instead, he flipped the knife over and smashed it down on Jin Dali's shoulder, breaking the bone. Jin Dali howled in pain and lay motionless on the ground. Luo Ming turned around and shouted, "Tie him up!"
The henchmen rushed forward and tied him up with two quick slaps. That's how they captured Jin Dali alive. Duan Jie saw that Luo Ming's skills were quite good, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. As mentioned earlier, Duan Jie was even more handsome than Deng Zixiao. He was eight feet five inches tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His face was like a silver basin, with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes. He had a straight nose, a wide mouth, and a three-pronged beard. He was always dressed neatly and smartly. In particular, his eyes shone with a cold light. Anyone with eyes could tell at a glance that he was a martial arts master. Luo Ming, sword in hand, approached Duan Jie and grinned, "Hmm, who are you?"
Duan Jie sneered, "Don't you know? I'm the head of the Suzhou government, nicknamed 'The Righteous Hero' Duan Jie!"
"You're the Righteous Hero Duan Jie?"
"That's right, you already knew?"
"I heard your martial arts are quite good, today's the perfect opportunity to learn from you."
Duan Jie brandished his sword, "You thief, have some sense, release the person you've captured."
"You're ridiculous, you can talk your way out of things so easily. I'll release him, but you'd better show me some skills. If you beat me, I won't just release him, I'll take my head. If you're not my match, my friend, you won't be leaving today either."
"You're asking for trouble, prepare to die, take this!"
Duan Jie showed no mercy. Ruobing stood aside, watching intently. He thought Duan Jie's skills were truly remarkable; he used the Eight Immortals Sword Technique: one move divided into eight, and those eight moves transformed into sixty-four variations, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, the blade flashing, every movement unique. His swordsmanship could be described as consummate, reaching the pinnacle. For someone his age to possess such skill was truly rare. Ruobing secretly admired him: "This person is so handsome, and his kung fu is so good." Luo Ming also intensified his swordsmanship, launching frequent attacks. Swords flashed, swords clashed, and the two fought fiercely for over fifty rounds without a clear victor. The spectators on both sides cheered. Although this wasn't a formal martial arts competition, both men's abilities were on full display. As Luo Ming fought, he secretly gave a thumbs-up. He saw Duan Jie becoming more and more spirited and his moves more refined, and he thought to himself, "If this drags on, I might not be able to beat him." As expected, after another forty-odd rounds, Luo Ming gradually weakened. His swordplay slowed, sweat poured down his back, and he retreated step by step. The old man leading the bandits, seeing the situation was dire, shouted, "Brothers, Duan Jie's martial arts are too high! Let's stop watching and fight him as
a group!" Hearing this, the bandits flung their cloaks, brandished their weapons, and their eyes widened as they rushed forward to surround the righteous hero. Duan Jie was now overwhelmed, and in the chaos, he was slashed on the thigh. Seeing that she couldn't stand idly by, Ruobing flicked her wrist, launching over a dozen darts in quick succession. She leaped forward, wielding her longsword, and joined the fray. The bandits couldn't keep up, and several were injured. Seeing the situation was dire, the old bandit leader shouted, "Run!"
This was slang for fleeing. The bandits scattered in all directions after being killed by Ruobing. Some of the braver ones rescued Jin Dali. At this moment, the government troops, having received the news, arrived and captured dozens of henchmen. They brought the injured Duan Jie and Che Dali into the house to check their wounds and treat them. Master Jia came personally to offer his condolences. Duan Jie looked at Ruobing and said, "Thank you for your help, young lady."
The girl smiled but did not speak. The steward of the Jia family had already arranged rooms for the guests from out of town, and specially arranged the best rooms for the Hua family father and daughter. Master Hua stayed in the front courtyard, and Ruobing stayed in the back courtyard. Ruobing saw that the room was very luxuriously furnished, with satin quilts and mandarin duck pillows, red lacquered floors and new bedspreads, and the room was full of jewels. After entering the room, the girl washed and dressed with the help of the maid, poured herself a cup of tea, rested her cheek on her hand, and sat at the table, lost in thought. Ruobing pondered for a while, then casually picked up the tea she had just poured, took a sip, and was immediately alarmed. The tea on the table had been drugged. However, Ruobing had learned the properties of various drugs from her master since childhood, and coupled with her profound internal strength, she was unharmed even if she had drunk the tea. Who put the drug in the tea? What was their purpose? These thoughts raced through her mind, and she had a plan in mind. She smiled slightly, blew out the candle on the table, and went to bed. The night watchman's drum fell, and a deep darkness enveloped the entire city of Suzhou. Suddenly, a dark figure crept furtively to Ruobing's door, gently knocking and calling out, "Miss! Miss!"
After waiting a while and seeing no response from inside, the figure quietly opened the door. She went inside and, by the dim moonlight streaming through the window, saw that the visitor was an old man. Ruobing observed that he was nine feet tall, with broad shoulders, a slender waist, and an exceptionally straight back. His body was remarkably well-proportioned, his face like the glow of the setting sun, a broad forehead, a square chin, high cheekbones, and prominent temples. He had thick eyebrows, and a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed half-open, half-closed, gleaming with a golden light. His nose was well-defined, his mouth wide and square, his lips bright red, and his teeth full of small white teeth. A long, three-foot-long silver beard flowed down his chest, each strand revealing a bit of flesh. He wore a straw turban with a high-curled brim, and two ribbons with the characters for "five blessings and longevity" parted to the left and right. He wore a short, silver-gray jacket with small, neatly buttoned buttons. Ruobing thought to herself that this old man was incredibly handsome, and she couldn't help but want to look at him a few more times. Oh, the young woman recognized him—it was none other than Jiang Chunda, the head steward of the Jia family. Jiang Chunda silently approached Ruobing's bedside. He nervously and stealthily drew near, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily, a burning desire raging within him. "Miss, Miss..."
Jiang Chunda called out twice, but seeing no response from the girl, he reached out his trembling right hand and gently nudged Ruobing twice, testing whether she had been drugged. Ruobing feigned no reaction. Unable to contain his excitement, Jiang Chunda stared, completely mesmerized. Standing before the girl's bed, his mouth slightly open, his breathing rapid, a burning desire ignited within him. Like a hungry tiger seeing a helpless lamb, his breathing became rough and urgent, his eyes blazing with a terrifying, fiery light—a light of thirst, impulsiveness, and lust. Although the room was dimly lit, enough light still streamed in from the window, illuminating Ruobing's beautiful, delicate face. Jiang Chunda carefully turned the sleeping Ruobing onto her back. In truth, Ruobing wasn't drugged at all. After discovering the tea on the table was laced with a sleeping potion, she hatched a plan to find out who had drugged her and what their purpose was. Ruobing glanced at Jiang Chunda, who was staring at her hungrily, and found it amusing. She wondered what his next move would be. So Ruobing continued to feign sleep. Looking at the girl's beautiful face, a stunning beauty with long, black hair, an oval face, large eyes, arched eyebrows, a delicate nose, and red lips, her snow-white arms were exposed outside the silk blanket, her skin smooth and delicate. A faint fragrance emanated from her, stimulating and tempting Jiang Chunda's senses. Jiang Chunda finally couldn't resist any longer. He slowly lifted the blanket from Ruobing and saw that the girl was completely naked, her skin as white as a lamb's, her body fair and delicate, with a shapely figure, smooth and exquisite skin, and a slender, white hand resting casually on her hip. Jiang Chunda couldn't help but gently caress Ruobing's high and firm breasts, kissing her all over her body wildly. He thought the girl was under the influence of a drug, so he could do whatever he wanted. Jiang Chunda's lust overwhelmed his reason. He continued to knead Ruobing's rosy and tender nipples, feeling the girl's large nipples slowly harden and become erect between his fingers. Then, without hesitation, he took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting it... Jiang Chunda's hands greedily rubbed every inch of her smooth, white, and curvaceous body. His lips moved to Ruobing's fair and plump thighs. Ruobing felt Jiang Chunda's wet and hot tongue gradually licking towards her genitals. She felt itchy all over, as if ants were crawling on her body, and her intense lust grew stronger and stronger. Since the girl's deep sleep was feigned, she naturally knew that Jiang Chunda was licking her. Ruobing felt a burning sensation deep within her thighs, the pleasurable sensation brought by his tongue. Her calm heart began to race, and she could no longer restrain herself. Gradually, her vaginal opening became wet. Jiang Chunda was burning with lust, and his large penis was already hard. He hurriedly removed his clothes. Ruobing squinted and saw Jiang Chunda's erect penis. Her heart pounded like a deer, unsure whether to refuse or submit. The girl's face grew increasingly red. Jiang Chunda looked at Ruobing's alluring vulva. The girl's pubic hair was short but very black and neatly arranged around her vulva. Her labia majora were an alluring pink, while her labia minora were slightly darker. Lustful fluid was flowing gently from between her labia. Her clitoris was still hidden under her foreskin. Jiang Chunda gently parted the girl's labia minora with his hand, revealing Ruobing's vaginal opening. Her entire vulva was now presented before Jiang Chunda's eyes. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick the clitoris hidden under Ruobing's foreskin, sometimes fiercely, sometimes gently, sucking and biting it, then lightly biting it with his teeth, occasionally plunging his tongue deep into the folds of flesh to stir it. Ruobing was almost moaning from his ministrations when she saw Jiang Chunda take a deep breath and slowly mutter to himself, "Such a beautiful girl, it's such a pity she died, but the chieftain has ordered her death tonight."
Hearing Jiang Chunda's words, Ruobing's heart skipped a beat. So he was an accomplice of the bandits. Her lust vanished instantly, and she suddenly flipped over and struck Jiang Chunda with a palm strike, knocking him to the ground. The girl's blow was heavy, shattering Jiang Chunda's internal organs, and he died on the spot. Ruobing was stunned, but thought that this kind of scum deserved to die. The next morning, the prefect of Suzhou sent his chief inspector, Duan Jie, to invite Ruobing. Upon seeing Duan Jie, Ruobing inquired about his injuries with concern. Duan Jie said, "Thank you for your concern, heroine. Our master requests your presence at the prefectural office to personally thank you for helping to repel the bandits yesterday."
"No need for formalities. Please inform the prefect that I appreciate your kindness."
"Heroine, you must come. My master says he wants to discuss the bandit suppression with you."
"Alright then!"
"We'll go now."
Horses were already prepared outside. The two mounted and rode directly to the prefectural office. The prefect and many others were waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Ruobing, everyone came forward to greet her, addressing her as "heroine" and "hero," and invited her into the prefectural office. The prefect first served tea, then wine, to Ruobing to congratulate him on his achievements. The banquet began, and those invited included Ruobing, Duan Jie, Jin Dali, and Che Dali, all the officials and yamen runners of Suzhou Prefecture, as well as the magistrates and their advisors from the ten counties under Suzhou's jurisdiction. The banquet was quite grand, and many wealthy merchants from Suzhou also attended. The banquet was hosted by the prefect's advisor. At the head of the table were the prefect and Ruobing, followed by Duan Jie, Jin Dali, and Che Dali, with the officials and yamen runners below them. After the banquet began, the prefect said a few words, praising Ruobing, Duan Jie, and others for their great service to the people of Suzhou. Then everyone raised their glasses to toast the prefect, and then to Ruobing, Duan Jie, and the other officials.

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