[The Lustful Yang Guo in a Fantasy Condor Heroes] [The Big Dipper Star Division] [Ongoing]

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Chapter One: Zhang Sanfeng's Strange Encounter
A young man stood on the fifth floor of a mental hospital, cursing indignantly: "Damn it! Other people can just die and go to another world, surrounded by beauties! I've been struck by lightning five times, and not only did I not go to another world, I was sent to a mental hospital! I'm not having it!"
This man threatening to jump was named Zhang Sanfeng. Note, not Zhang Sanfeng (a legendary Chinese immortal). Don't sue him for violating human rights. He was 18 years old, slightly more handsome than Pan An (a legendary Chinese immortal), and a little taller than the square root of three. Overall, he was dashing, debonair, and incredibly talented. Why did he want to jump?
It was completely unexpected! His girlfriend ran off with someone else! Zhang Sanfeng was heartbroken, and having read countless novels where the protagonist was unhappy in real life and was struck by lightning and sent back to the past or ancient times, he felt incredibly envious! So he learned a great deal from their courageous spirit, getting struck by lightning five times. He didn't make it to the ancient world, nor to the Holy Demon Continent, but he did end up in a mental hospital.
Zhang Sanfeng was incredibly frustrated. After much thought, he decided that jumping off a building was the best solution—direct, quick, and convenient. As for where he would end up, that was up to fate. "
Hey, what are you all doing down there? Making such a fuss! Haven't you ever seen someone jump off a building before?"
Zhang Sanfeng glanced disdainfully at the shouting crowd. Of course, his
girlfriend, Lisa, was also there. "Haha, damn it, this feels so good! This damn trashy, hypocritical world, get the hell out of here!" Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes, concentrated, and enjoyed the pleasant air on the rooftop. To be honest, he had never felt so excited in his life.
This height should be enough! He hadn't died from jumping from the first to the third floor, so this time Zhang Sanfeng skipped the fourth floor and jumped from the fifth.
"Damn it, what are you yelling about! Why are you catching me if I jump?! Damn it, how am I supposed to hang myself?! I can't take it anymore, even dying is so hard!"
"God! What are you trying to do?! I really want to fuck your mother! Damn it all..." Zhang Sanfeng cursed the heavens angrily.
Damn it, the heavens were indeed working their magic; look, the wind was coming, the dark clouds were coming, and the lightning and thunder were coming too.
Zhang Sanfeng was just waiting for this deadly lightning to strike him and send him to the Holy Demon Continent, a land of civilizations and beautiful women.
Putting everything else aside, this was Zhang Sanfeng's experience; he'd tried countless methods, and this felt the most reliable. At worst, he'd just die. For someone like him, nothing else mattered, but his fearless spirit was extraordinary.
A violent bolt of lightning struck him, but just as it was about to hit him... he was stunned—it missed! The platform Zhang Sanfeng was standing on was smashed down. So, Zhang Sanfeng had the "honor" of a freefall followed by a parabolic trajectory.
As he crashed, Zhang Sanfeng even hoped to experience the feeling of being an aerial acrobat, but the sensation was far from pleasant. Incidentally, his head was pointing downwards. Even his well-practiced "Iron Head" technique couldn't withstand the impact. Zhang Sanfeng
heard a loud "bang!" and then his brain went "buzz!" as his consciousness began to fade. At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng thought about everything he had experienced.
In this world, Zhang Sanfeng was born an orphan, abandoned on the road to be fed to tires of unknown origin. Fortunately, an old man rescued him. According to the old man, he possessed the essence of "cheapness," and as long as he worked hard, he could definitely cultivate and glorify this nature, bringing honor to his ancestors. Of course, bringing honor to his ancestors was done for the old man; Zhang Sanfeng was responsible for earning a steamed bun and two loaves of bread as payment.
But all of this changed after Lisa returned. The old man discovered that Lisa possessed an even greater talent and potential for shamelessness than Zhang Sanfeng, and her thick-skinnedness was far more profound, reaching an impenetrable level. Consequently, the old man's care for Zhang Sanfeng turned into complete indifference. However, Lisa, considering Zhang Sanfeng's handsome and cool appearance, still gave him a steamed bun every day, allowing him to grow up healthily.
Zhang Sanfeng naturally wanted to repay this kindness tenfold, especially since Lisa had given him far more than just a drop of water! It was an immense favor, and after much thought, Zhang Sanfeng decided to offer himself in marriage.
So, on a dark and windy night, Zhang Sanfeng, like the wind, drifted into Lisa's room.
Unexpectedly, Lisa's usually deafening snoring was strangely absent that day. Just as Zhang Sanfeng was about to be surprised, he suddenly smelled a very fragrant aroma, which smelled quite pleasant.
But Zhang Sanfeng was unlucky; he didn't have that kind of luck. Before he could even enjoy the alluring scent, he was knocked unconscious by Lisa's chilling, ghostly screams. If that were all, Zhang Sanfeng would be lucky. Next, Lisa mercilessly picked up her shoe and smashed it over Zhang Sanfeng's head. In no time, Zhang Sanfeng was truly knocked unconscious! Boss, look closely, she's using a shoe with an iron sole! Don't think Zhang Sanfeng's head is made of tofu and can't withstand a hit!
When Lisa realized she was hitting Zhang Sanfeng, she scratched her head sheepishly and said, "Um, sorry, senior brother, I thought you were a womanizer!"
"Damn! Is there such a handsome womanizer as me?" But then again, Zhang Sanfeng thought, with Lisa's appearance, most womanizers would probably be scared out of their wits and head straight to the People's Liberation Army hospital before they even dared to make a move.
Is Lisa ugly? Of course she wasn't ugly, she was actually quite beautiful. However, based on his experience in protecting flowers, the old man found Lisa a mask that rivaled that of a gorilla. From then on, Lisa gained her second unparalleled killer move: a charming smile while wearing the mask.
The old man's philosophy was that he was specifically responsible for collecting the world's most despicable people and making them even more despicable. Zhang Sanfeng found this statement very philosophical, reminiscent of Marxist philosophy, but he didn't understand its meaning at all. He just felt that learning this statement made him much more profound, though Zhang Sanfeng's memory was incredibly impressive.
Every day, the old man would teach Zhang Sanfeng and Lisa advanced martial arts and such, and incidentally, he would show them some very exciting things. Later, after the old man strangely explained it countless times, Zhang Sanfeng finally learned that the thing was called a television. Of course, this wasn't because Zhang Sanfeng was unintelligent, but because the old man's explanations were too profound, delving into the level of protons and neutrons, leaving Zhang Sanfeng completely bewildered.
After learning about television, Zhang Sanfeng honed his super-cheap kung fu to perfection. The old man, driven to desperation by Zhang Sanfeng, reluctantly allowed him 100 minutes of television time each day. Thus, Zhang Sanfeng watched everything from *The Return of the Condor Heroes* to *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, then from *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer* to *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, and finally *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*. Damn it, when he saw *Demi
-Gods and Semi-Devils*, he thought Zhuang Juxian was a complete idiot! However, he still secretly admired Yang Guo. Both Zhang Sanfeng and Lisa considered the old man a hidden master, because they had never seen him actually fight anyone. Why "actually"? Because Zhang Sanfeng had once seen the old man beaten senseless by a boy who was easily 1.2 meters tall. He asked the old man why he didn't use his kung fu, and the old man said his kung fu was already at a superb level, capable of injuring people invisibly, so he didn't need to fight. Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Sanfeng saw several volcanoes erupting on the old man's toad-like face. He felt the old man was truly as tall and imposing as a toad mountain, filling him with both admiration and respect.
Normally, such privately passed-down, father-son techniques would be priceless. But Zhang Sanfeng was simply better than others, able to receive the old man's personal instruction.
The first martial arts manual the old man gave him was from Jin Yong's *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*. It contained countless martial arts techniques: Nine Yang Manual, Nine Yin Manual, Dugu Nine Swords, Yi Jin Jing, and the most amazing of all was Ren Zhengfei's Star Absorbing Skill—that martial art was truly damn awesome.
Logically speaking, those who study martial arts should be benevolent and invincible; there's a saying that perseverance leads to victory! With a manual and consistent practice, one will surely reach a high level. But Zhang Sanfeng knew nothing, and he was greedy, wanting to achieve a complete understanding, so he went straight for the level of the "Huashan Tournament of Scoundrels." The consequences were self-evident: lacking any basic skills, yet insisting on finding commonalities and weaknesses, he was basically finished. What a revolutionary martyr's spirit! However, Zhang Sanfeng waited for ages, but no media or fans came for autographs; doctors and nurses did come, much to his disappointment.
After recovering somewhat, under the old man's guidance, Zhang Sanfeng began the arduous process of seeking knowledge again. This time, he set his sights on the likes of Little Li Flying Dagger and other martial arts elites. Gu Long's martial arts are all about training the mind; for someone as weathered as Zhang Sanfeng to practice them was like rubbing salt into a wound.
Then, Zhang Sanfeng also met Bruce Lee and Mr. Huang Yi. Both men taught him extraordinary skills in his dreams, far surpassing the old man's. What a masterful swordsman! During this time, Zhang Sanfeng gained a basic understanding of Tai Chi. Emptiness and fullness complement each other, using a point to represent the whole. When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy retreats, I attack. It could be said that in terms of martial arts theory, Zhang Sanfeng was a scholar of unparalleled learning.
A while ago, Zhang Sanfeng stole the old man's computer, a very modern gadget far superior to a television. Using it, he watched a movie called "Kung Fu Hustle," and his assessment was: "Damn, Stephen Chow's style is directly aimed at demolishing houses." This offended Lisa, a fan of Stephen Chow.
Because of this incident, Zhang Sanfeng and Lisa had a falling out. Lisa accused Zhang Sanfeng of being unjust and, in turn, betrayed him to the old man. Poor Zhang Sanfeng, because his skill was inferior to Lisa's and he shared the same gender as the old man, was tragically poisoned by him. The consequences were, of course, cruel, as the old man decided to expel Zhang Sanfeng from his sect.
Heartbroken, Zhang Sanfeng sought out Lisa, asking her to elope with him. Lisa refused, saying Zhang Sanfeng had no future.
Lisa then said she would elope with Ah Q, the old man's latest discovery—a wealthy young master even more despicable and irresistible than Zhang Sanfeng, his top choice, whose favor even surpassed Lisa's.
Zhang Sanfeng still vividly remembered the first time he saw Lisa; Ah Q's drooling was practically uncontrollable! He was incredibly resentful, but out of consideration for Ah Q's gift of two roast ducks, he let it slide.
Due to Zhang Sanfeng's fall from grace and Ah Q's rise in favor, Lisa gradually distanced herself from him. However, when she heard Ah Q say, "Lisa, I want to sleep with you!" she surprisingly agreed with tender affection.
And so, after reporting Zhang Sanfeng, Lisa, taking advantage of the old man's punishment of him, stole the old man's life savings with Ah Q. Upon learning this, the old man accidentally choked and fainted. Zhang Sanfeng seized this rare opportunity to escape.
Since his escape, alas! Zhang Sanfeng lived a life of hardship, basically surviving on air, his existence resembling that of a beggar. However, even beggars weren't as valuable as before; Zhang Sanfeng was bullied by other beggars, heartbroken and attempting suicide several times before being sent to this mental center.
Zhang Sanfeng knew he was perfectly normal, but those in white insisted he wasn't. Little did they know that Zhang Sanfeng was simply heartbroken and disillusioned with the world.
During his time as a beggar, Zhang Sanfeng found some incomplete novels in the trash heaps. One novel described being struck by lightning and going to a world full of beautiful women. Zhang Sanfeng longed for this, so every day he would stand under the lightning rod on the fifth floor of the building. But fate just wouldn't grant him that blessing. Eventually, he started looking for other solutions. Jumping off a building after a breakup seemed like a good option, something Zhang Sanfeng was perfectly suited for. And so, the scene just now unfolded!
"Ah!" A huge scream erupted from the surrounding noise, a peculiar sound rising abruptly.
Zhang Sanfeng immediately recognized it as one of Lisa's unique, top-secret weapons. Sure enough, just as Zhang Sanfeng's mind went completely black and he was about to stop thinking, he heard the thud of people collapsing to their deaths.
At the moment of his death, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly thought of the song he and Lisa had happily sung together: "You are the madman (Feng'er), I am the fool (Sha)..."
At this moment, a profound sorrow welled up in Zhang Sanfeng's heart. In that instant, he seemed to awaken suddenly, as if experiencing his entire life in one breath, feeling an immense sense of defeat and pain. Tears finally streamed down Zhang Sanfeng's face. At this critical juncture of life and death, Zhang Sanfeng had gained a profound understanding of life, but it was all too late... At that moment, the world suddenly darkened again. A massive ring of lightning struck Zhang Sanfeng's head, and a huge flame flashed before his body vanished into nothingness. Nine bright pearls shone simultaneously in the sky, like a hundred thunderclaps resounding, the heavens and earth trembled, and a powerful radiant light suddenly appeared, lasting for nearly ten seconds before disappearing without a trace.
In an instant, the world returned to calm.
After recovering from the shock, everyone felt they had just had a strange and absurd dream. They laughed and joked, continuing with their usual activities, simply finding a story of a madman's bizarre suicide to pass the time...
Chapter Two: Yang Guo Jumps Off
the Cliff. Yang Guo arrived at the Valley of Heartbreak on the second day of the twelfth lunar month, five days earlier than the agreed-upon date with Xiaolongnü sixteen years prior. It was already deep winter, the weather bitterly cold, and the Valley of Heartbreak was deserted. The grand mansions built by Gongsun Zhi and his wife, along with the green-clad disciples, were either burned down by Qiu Qianchi or were already in ruins. Since leaving the Valley of Heartbreak sixteen years ago, Yang Guo had returned every few years to stay for several days, hoping that the South Sea Goddess might take pity and suddenly grant Xiaolongnü permission to return north earlier. Although each time he waited in vain and left disappointed, each time he returned, he was always a few years closer to the agreed-upon date.
Returning to this familiar place, he found only overgrown brambles and desolate mountains. The heavy snow of the past few days had melted away, and there was still no sign of anyone having been there. He rushed to the edge of Broken Heart Cliff, crossed the stone ridge, and traced the words Xiaolongnu had carved with the tip of her sword on the stone wall. He carefully wiped away the moss from the cracks in the stone, revealing the two lines of large and small characters. He softly read: "Xiaolongnu's letter to her husband, Yang Lang, urges him to take care of himself and strive for reunion." His heart pounded uncontrollably.
He spent the entire day staring blankly at those two lines of words, and that night he slept with a rope tied to two trees. The next day, he wandered aimlessly through the valley and saw that the Love Flower Tree, which he, Cheng Ying, and Lu Wushuang had destroyed years before, no longer grew. The red flowers, which he jokingly called "Dragon Girl Flowers," were blooming brilliantly, like fire and brocade. So he picked a large bunch of Dragon Girl Flowers and piled them in front of the line of words on the cliff.
Five days of agonizing waiting had passed, and it was now the seventh day of the twelfth month. He hadn't slept for two days and two nights, and on this day, he hadn't strayed a step from Broken Heart Cliff. From dawn till noon, and from noon till dusk, every time the wind rustled the treetops or flowers fell from the trees, his heart would leap, and he would jump up and search and look around, but there was
no sign of Little Dragon Girl. Ever since hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, he knew that the "South Sea Divine Nun of Great Wisdom Island" was a fabrication by Huang Rong, but the inscription on the cliff was indeed carved by Little Dragon Girl, without a doubt. He only hoped that she would keep her word and come back for their reunion. As the sun slowly set, Yang Guo's heart sank lower and lower with it. At dusk, when half of the sun was hidden by the mountaintop, he shouted and rushed up the mountain. High above, he saw the sun's round face become whole again, and his heart felt a little relieved. As long as the sun didn't set, the seventh day of the twelfth month wasn't over. I watched the sun set on one mountain peak, then angrily rushed up another, even higher peak.
But even as darkness enveloped everything, upon reaching the highest summit, the pale sun had already dipped below the horizon. Standing silently atop the mountain, gazing at the vast expanse, I felt a chill creep into my body, the twilight pressing in. I stood there for over an hour, motionless. Then, the half-moon slowly moved to its zenith; not only had the day passed, but the night was almost over as well.
Little Dragon Girl never came.
He stood on the mountaintop like a stone statue all night until the sun rose. Birds chirped all around, and the sunlight filled his eyes, but his heart was as cold as ice. A voice seemed to be constantly echoing in his ears: "Fool! She died long ago, sixteen years ago. She knew that the poison was incurable, and that you would not live alone, so she committed suicide, but lied to you and waited for her for sixteen years. Fool, she was so devoted to you, how can you still not understand her heart?"
He staggered down the mountain like a walking corpse, neither eating nor drinking for a day and a night, only feeling his lips and tongue parched. He walked to the stream, scooped up water to drink, and looked down, suddenly seeing his reflection in the water, that his temples had turned completely white. He was thirty-six years old, in the prime of his life, and his hair shouldn't have turned white so soon. Moreover, due to his refined internal energy, despite a life of hardship and wandering, he had never had a single silver strand on his head. Suddenly, his temples were like frost, his face covered in dust, and he almost didn't recognize himself. He reached up and plucked three hairs from his temples, noticing that two of them were white. In that instant, a few lines of poetry came to mind: "Ten years have passed, life and death are separated by a vast distance; I don't think of you, yet I can't forget you. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, where can I speak of my sorrow? Even if we met, you wouldn't recognize me, my face covered in dust, my temples like frost."
This was Su Dongpo's poem mourning his deceased wife. Yang Guo devoted his life to martial arts and read little. Several years ago, he happened to see this poem inscribed on the wall of a small inn in Jiangnan. Feeling its deep emotion, he recited it a few times. Now, recalling it, he couldn't remember who wrote it. He thought, "He has been separated from his wife for ten years, and I and Long'er have been separated for sixteen years. He still has a lonely grave and knows where his beloved wife is buried, but I don't even know where my wife is buried." Then he thought of the second half of the poem, which described the author's dream of his deceased wife: "Last night, in a dream, I suddenly returned home. By the small window, she was dressing her hair; we faced each other speechlessly, only tears streaming down our faces! I know that every year, at the place where my heart breaks, on a moonlit night, by the short pine hill, I will be heartbroken."
He was overwhelmed with grief: "And I, and I, have not been able to close my eyes for three days and three nights, and I can't even have a dream!"
Suddenly, he leaped up and ran to the Broken Heart Cliff. He stared at the words carved by Xiaolongnu, and shouted, "'Sixteen years later, we will meet again here. Our love is deep, do not break your promise!' Xiaolongnu, Xiaolongnu! You carved these words yourself, how can you break your promise?" His roar was so powerful that it shook lions and tigers. These words came from the bottom of his heart, and the valley echoed. The mountains responded, and the voices came from all directions: "How can you break your promise? How can you break your promise? Break your promise... Break your promise..."
He had always been impulsive, but now he was filled with despair. He thought, "Since Long'er died sixteen years ago, it is pointless for me to live another sixteen years." Looking at the deep valley in front of Broken Heart Cliff, he saw that the valley entrance was shrouded in mist. Every time he came here, he had never seen the bottom of the valley below the clouds, and it was still the same now. He raised his head and let out a long howl, which made hundreds of withered dragon maiden flowers on Broken Heart Cliff swirl and dance in the wind. He softly said, "Back then, you suddenly disappeared without a trace. I searched the mountains and valleys but couldn't find you. You must have jumped into this bottomless abyss. In these sixteen years, haven't you been lonely?"
His eyes blurred with tears, and he seemed to see the image of Little Dragon Girl in flowing white robes. He also seemed to hear Little Dragon Girl calling from the bottom of the valley, "Yang Lang, Yang Lang, don't be sad, don't be sad!" Yang Guo pushed off with both feet, his body soaring into the deep valley.
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Guo Xiang accompanied the Golden Wheel Monk to the Valley of Heartbreak. The Monk was ruthless, more vicious than a snake, but since he intended to take Guo Xiang as his successor, he treated her with warmth and care along the way, as if she were his own beloved daughter. Guo Xiang was filled with anxiety, wondering if she would ever meet Yang Guo again, or if she could persuade him not to commit suicide. Her heart was heavy with worry and uncertainty, and she remained cold towards the Imperial Preceptor. The Imperial Preceptor, revered and flattered throughout his life, was like an emperor in Mongolia; even Kublai Khan, the fourth prince of the Mongol Empire, treated him with great respect. But Guo Xiang had been speaking coldly to him the entire way, criticizing his martial arts as inferior to Yang Guo's and accusing him of indiscriminate killing, leaving the powerful and influential Imperial Preceptor of Mongolia utterly bewildered.
As the weather grew colder, Guo Xiang counted the days, her heart filled with worry. One day, the two reached the Valley of Heartbreak when they suddenly heard a loud cry: "How dare you break your promise!" The voice was filled with grief, despair, and pain.
To Guo Xiang, it seemed as if every mountain peak around them was crying out in anguish: "You broke your promise! You broke your promise!" Startled, she cried out, "It's my elder brother! Let's go quickly!" She rushed into the valley. With a formidable enemy at hand, the Golden Wheel Monk's spirits lifted. He took out five wheels—one each of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead—from his satchel. Although he had already mastered the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" to the tenth level, he knew Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu wouldn't have wasted their time or neglected their training during those sixteen years, so he dared not be careless.
Guo Xiang rushed towards the sound, arriving at the edge of Broken Heart Cliff in moments. She saw Yang Guo standing on the cliff, dozens of large red flowers swirling around him in the howling wind. Seeing the treacherous cliff, slippery after the snow melted, and knowing her own lack of skill, she dared not leap across. She called out, "Big brother, I'm coming!" But Yang Guo, lost in sorrow, didn't hear her. Guo Xiang, noticing his unusual behavior, cried out, "I still have one of your golden needles here. You must listen to me, and never commit suicide..." As she spoke, she ran from the stone ridge towards the cliff. Halfway there, she saw Yang Guo leap into the abyss below.
Guo Xiang was terrified. Whether it was to save Yang Guo or out of deep affection, she willingly followed him to the bottom of the valley. She leaped into the abyss after him.
The
Imperial Preceptor, falling seven or eight zhang behind, saw her leap and rushed to her rescue. He unleashed his lightness skill, moving like an arrow, incredibly swift, but he was too late. By the time he reached the edge, Guo Xiang was already falling. Without thinking, the Imperial Preceptor used the "Upside-down Golden Hook" move, bending down to grab her arm. This move was extremely risky; the slightest misstep would drag him down into the valley as well. Just as he felt his fingers grasp her clothes, a sharp sound ripped half of Guo Xiang's sleeve away. She burst through the smoke and mist dozens of zhang below, disappearing into the valley below.
At that moment, nine strange star formations appeared in the sky, followed by a huge halo descending from the heavens. A flash of white light, and the giant rock blazed with seven-colored light. Yang Guo and Guo Xiang were struck by the massive halo of lightning. Guo Xiang's body instantly turned to ashes, while Yang Guo's body transformed into essence, disappearing into the time tunnel along with Guo Xiang's soul…
Chapter Three: The Beginning of Fusion
. Legend has it that he possessed absolutely brilliant and romantic skills… In a daze, Zhang Sanfeng felt incredibly suffocated, truly suffocated! Zhang Sanfeng shouted,
“Heavens! Am I not dead yet?” But he didn't hear his own voice. He touched his head—yes, he was still there, perfectly fine, unharmed.
Zhang Sanfeng was a little scared. If he couldn't die from falling from the fifth floor, he'd never find another place to jump!
“Who goes there?” Yang Guo sensed someone shouting and looked around warily.
Zhang Sanfeng felt his body bound all over, like he was in a leather bag. No way, damn it, this is torture for a human!
Zhang Sanfeng screamed in his heart, "I want to get out! I want to get out!" He crawled desperately out, crawling and crawling, and finally, haha, he managed to crawl out.
Upon entering, he found the space strange. Just as he was about to explore, he felt his body suddenly grabbed, and he was instantly unable to move.
"You son of a bitch, who the hell are you? How dare you touch me—"
Yang Guo saw a shifty-looking fellow looking around with ill intent and, judging him to be no good, used the lightness skill of the Ancient Tomb Sect to instantly leap to the man's side. He used his sleeve to grab the man's left hand, and his right hand suddenly shot out, seizing the man's "Shanzhong" acupoint on his chest. With
his vital point grabbed, even with his high level of martial arts, Zhang Sanfeng would be completely numb and unable to move. Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng was a nobody with no martial arts skills; this almost cost him his life.
Yang Guo, though not fully understanding Zhang Sanfeng's words, clearly heard the phrase "damn it," and immediately realized it offended his mother. He was instantly enraged. This was it; Yang Guo immediately harbored murderous intent. Daring to insult his parents was a grave taboo for Yang Guo.
Yang Guo reached for the giant sword behind his back, but his touch fell to the ground. He exclaimed "Eh!" and then channeled his inner strength to attack Zhang Sanfeng. His true energy vanished without a trace the moment it left his body.
Even so, Yang Guo, true to his name, remained calm and slapped Zhang Sanfeng several times.
"Slap! Slap!" Blood trickled from Zhang Sanfeng's lips, and five bright red handprints appeared on his face. Zhang Sanfeng stared in fear at the powerful-looking man before him. The man had a chiseled, handsome face, appeared to be around thirty-six years old, but his face bore a deep sense of age and hardship; about thirty percent of his hair was white at the temples.
Zhang Sanfeng stared blankly at the dejected yet strange-looking man. He was strange because his clothing clashed sharply with his own.
"That's right! These are ancient clothes!" Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed, realizing he might have unintentionally stumbled upon an ancient city he had longed for. However, there wasn't a trace of a city here; everywhere was an endless expanse of gloomy darkness.
Could this be the Road to the Underworld? Hmm, it seems so. So the Black and White Impermanence are actually quite handsome, almost as handsome as me! This must be Bai Wuchang! Zhang Sanfeng thought.
"Ah——————…" A mournful roar echoed, its chilling sound amplified by the flowing energy.
Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng were both startled by the sudden roar, freezing as if electrocuted, the scene from their previous lives flashing through their minds again.
Yang Guo thought of Long'er, his hand, which had been resting on Zhang Sanfeng's chest, fell limply, his heart filled with anguish. In an instant, all hatred, love, and pain transformed into despair… Zhang Sanfeng was enlightened by this roar. All the details of his life flashed back like a gentle stream, a moment like ten thousand years, ten thousand years like a moment. Everything became clear. The books he had read on the computer in his previous life and the courses the old man had taught him from elementary school to university made him truly understand the old man's deep care and that the old man was also mentally unstable… And at this moment, he himself returned to the state of profound enlightenment he had reached before his death.
The roar continued in this way. Although Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng sensed something was wrong, they didn't know where the continuous roar came from or why it was emitting such a mournful roar!
In fact, the space that Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng entered was a fictional space created by the soul of Xiaoyaozi, the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect, after his death. At this moment, the Lord of Space, Xiaoyaozi, looked up and saw two very strange people standing in front of him. The first one was not very old, with white hair at his temples, and his clothes were not much different from his own. The second one was quite strange. He was a monk, but he didn't look like one, because his hair was arranged in the shape of an "eight" on his forehead, and his clothes had the sleeves cut off! …As Xiaoyaozi continued to observe their expressions, he was no longer surprised. He had witnessed two things that truly shook his soul, things he had been searching for and exploring. At that moment, he was overjoyed and laughed loudly, “Hahaha…”
The white-haired man’s infatuation was vividly displayed on his face; the monk’s wisdom was vividly displayed on his face; and he himself, at that moment, suddenly understood. At that moment, he understood, he truly understood… Xiaoyaozi laughed loudly, his hands naturally resting on their shoulders. Suddenly, the entire space shrank smaller and smaller, until it reached its limit. Xiaoyaozi leaped out, and the two men began to spin rapidly.
A bright white light flashed, and a sphere, sometimes black, sometimes white, flew like a meteor towards an unknown spacetime.
Xiaoyaozi stroked his beard and laughed, "You two lads, now that you've merged into one, besides your own martial arts, I've also taught you the Northern Darkness Divine Art, Lingbo Steps, White Rainbow Palm Force, Lesser Formless Skill, Tianshan Six Yang Palms, and Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand. Furthermore, I've enhanced the power of the Soul-Shifting Technique from the Nine Yin Manual that you've already learned! May you live well in your unknown time and space..."
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Old saying: "The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright; fallen leaves gather and scatter, crows perch and are startled again. When will we meet again? This time, this night, my heart is heavy."
New saying: "Spring water is green, spring flowers are still; new leaves grow again, old swallows joyfully welcome us. Remembering the old days of knowing and acquainting, this life will be filled with true love."
In a fictional era, in the second year of the Duanping reign of the Southern Song Dynasty.
Yang Guo awoke from an unconscious state, and what came into view was his first home, long buried deep in his memory.
This was the stone house where he and his mother, Mu Nianci, had lived as children. Looking at the simple table and chair, the humble home, and the toys he loved to play with as a child, Yang Guo's eyes welled up with tears.
Yes, Yang Guo had returned to when he was eleven years old. At that time, his mother was ill, but still alive.
Suddenly, he remembered that this seemed to be Changxing in Jiangnan. Not far away was Jiaxing, the place where his fate had taken a dramatic turn in this dreamlike Jiangnan. If all of this was true, then had he returned to his childhood? Had Heaven allowed him to live again? He pinched himself hard; it hurt. It seemed everything was real. He never expected his dream to come true. He often thought that if Heaven allowed him to live again, he would never want to live such a hard life, enduring pain that ordinary people couldn't bear. He didn't want to be the Condor Hero; he would rather be
a carefree wanderer. At this moment, Yang Guo was incredibly excited! He was back! He was reborn! Reborn back to his former home! Disturbed by everything before him, if it was all real, then this was indeed his and Mu Nianci's home. In his memory, Mu Nianci seemed to be seriously ill, and he had to find a way to save his mother. As for how to save her, the old Yang Guo might not have been able to, but now, he did!
During his rebirth, Yang Guo clearly felt that his martial arts and internal energy still existed within his body, no less powerful than the top-tier internal energy of the Five Greats. Moreover, upon returning to the past, his internal energy seemed to have taken a different form. While still incredibly powerful, it possessed an inexhaustible life force. Yang Guo clearly felt that this inexhaustible power could not only make him immune to all poisons and immortal, but also heal any internal injury. Furthermore, he could even bring someone back to life simply by finding their burial place! Possessing an immortal body, he is immune to all illnesses and injuries. He will stop aging once he reaches thirty, and furthermore, he can grant immortality to anyone he desires. If a person is over thirty, they will revert to their thirty-year-old appearance; conversely, if they are under thirty, they will not age once they reach thirty.
Furthermore, he has merged with Zhang Sanfeng's memories, becoming a new Yang Guo. He also learns the Northern Darkness Divine Art, the Lesser Formless Art, the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan, and the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand. The power of the Nine Yin Manual's Soul-Shifting Technique has also increased, allowing him to directly control the minds of those with low martial arts skills! It's simply amazing! Given these internal strengths, Yang Guo decides that he must live a carefree and joyful life, not only forever with Xiaolongnu, but also ensuring the greatest happiness for all the women who love him.
...
Meanwhile, in another, even more rudimentary room...
"Cough cough...cough cough..." At this moment, Mu Nianci, who was already quite ill, was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) coughing. She was not yet thirty years old, the most beautiful time of a woman's life. Mu Nianci was a great beauty to begin with, and although she looked somewhat haggard from long-term toil and illness, it did not diminish her captivating beauty.
"Mother...Mother..." Yang Guo rushed in.
Mu Nianci was startled to see Yang Guo come in and said, "Guo'er, why aren't you asleep so late...cough cough, what are you doing here...cough cough..."
Yang Guo stepped forward and helped his mother up, saying, "Mother, don't be afraid, Guo'er will heal you..." He then sat behind Mu Nianci, placing his palm on her back and slowly channeling his inner energy into her body.
"Hmm... Ah!" Before Mu Nianci could understand what was happening, she felt a powerful surge of internal energy flow into her body from her back. Instantly, her whole body felt warm, as if she were soaking in a hot spring. All her pain immediately vanished; she had never felt so comfortable before.
Yang Guo channeled his inner energy for fifteen minutes, and Mu Nianci's complexion returned to a rosy hue. Only then did Yang Guo release her.
"Guo'er... what did you do to Mother? Why... why does Mother feel so comfortable?" Mu Nianci was both surprised and delighted. At this moment, she felt a comfort she had never experienced before.
Yang Guo looked at his mother; the few wrinkles on her jade-like face from her hard work had completely disappeared. She now possessed the beauty of a mature woman, elegant and charming, simply breathtakingly beautiful.
"I never imagined Mother was so beautiful..." Yang Guo thought to himself.
Hearing his mother's words, Yang Guo chuckled and said, "Mother, do you know? I'm already a martial arts master! Just now, I saved you with my skills!"
"What?!" Mu Nianci was shocked, staring blankly at Yang Guo in disbelief.
Yang Guo immediately fabricated a story for Mu Nianci, claiming he had received instruction from a deity in a dream, which gave him unparalleled martial arts skills. Although Mu Nianci didn't believe Yang Guo's story, she knew her son's nature; he wouldn't say anything he didn't want to, so she didn't press him further. She only warned Yang Guo to be a good person and not to use his martial arts for evil. Yang Guo naturally agreed happily.
Then, Yang Guo said, "Mother, I've learned quite a bit of martial arts now. How about I teach you some?"
Mu Nianci was very interested and said, "Okay, I'll learn your skills!"
So, starting the next day, Yang Guo began teaching Mu Nianci the martial arts from the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.
The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra is the ultimate martial art of the Ancient Tomb Sect, most suitable for women to cultivate. Although Yang Guo couldn't practice any mind-to-mind martial arts with Mu Nianci, they had plenty of other skills. Mu Nianci was quite talented, and after several months of learning, her skills improved considerably. Then Yang Guo taught her the Nine Yin Manual, which Mu Nianci also studied very diligently.
In this way, two years passed...
During these two years, Yang Guo and Mu Nianci no longer lived in Changxing, but in Jiaxing. Over the years, Yang Guo had robbed the rich and helped the poor of several wealthy merchants in the Jiangnan region, acquiring hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. Now he had bought a mansion and acquired some properties in Jiaxing, making him a wealthy landowner.
Originally, Mu Nianci strongly disapproved of Yang Guo's methods of acquiring wealth. However, after Yang Guo explained how the landlords were ruthless and exploitative, causing many families to be ruined and destroyed, Mu Nianci finally acquiesced to Yang Guo's actions, allowing him to rob the rich to help the poor. Over the years, Mu Nianci has indeed used Yang Guo's money to help many poor people, and now the entire Jiaxing knows that the Yang family mother and son are great philanthropists.
In the past two years, Mu Nianci's martial arts skills have also improved considerably with Yang Guo's help, especially after being infused with his new internal energy. Her physical aptitude has become very high. In just two years, Yang Guo estimates that although her martial arts skills are not at the level of Li Mochou, she can still hold her own against Li Mochou for up to a hundred moves.
And at this moment, the time had finally come for the Lu family to be wiped out…
Chapter Four begins:
“A Yue maiden picks lotus by the autumn waters, her narrow sleeves and light silk revealing her twin gold bracelets. She
reflects her image as she picks flowers, the flowers like her face, her heart entangled with the silk threads. At
the head of the Chicken-Foot Creek, the wind and waves are late, the fog heavy and the smoke light, her companions from the past are nowhere to be seen.
Faintly, the song fades as the boat returns, a sorrowful farewell leading to the southern bank of the Yangtze.”
A soft, melodious song drifts across the misty lake. The song originates from a small boat, where five young women sing and laugh, rowing and picking lotus. The tune they sing is “Butterfly Loves Flowers,” a poem by the great Northern Song Dynasty poet Ouyang Xiu, which describes the scene of Yue maidens picking lotus. Although only sixty characters long, it vividly depicts the season, time, location, scenery, and the Yue maidens' appearance, clothing, jewelry, and feelings. The second half of the poem blends description and narration, expressing emotions, moving from near to far, leaving a lingering impression. Ouyang Xiu served as an official in Jiangnan for a long time, and the tender feelings and deep emotions of the Wu and Yue regions were all poured into his ci poems. During the Song Dynasty, people of all social classes, from high-ranking officials to commoners, found joy in singing lyrics. Thus, when Liu Yong's new lyrics were published, they were sung wherever there was a well. And in Jiangnan, the spring willow-lined banks and autumn lotus-picking scenes were often accompanied by Ouyang Xiu's lyrics.
On this particular day, spring was in full bloom, and Jiaxing belonged to Xiuzhou in Liangzhe Circuit. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the lotus leaves were fading, and the lotus seeds were plump. A song reached the ears of a Daoist nun by the lake. She had been standing quietly under a row of willow trees for a long time. The evening breeze ruffled the hem of her apricot-yellow Daoist robe and the hundreds of strands of silk hairpin tucked around her neck. Her heart was filled with turbulent thoughts, truly "her heart only entangled with the silk hairpins." The singing faded into the distance; it was another poem by Ouyang Xiu, "Butterfly Loves Flowers." A gust of wind carried the faint lines: "The wind and moon are heartless, people secretly change; old travels are like dreams, leaving only heartbreak..." The song had
barely ended when a burst of giggles followed. The Daoist nun sighed, raised her left hand, looked at her blood-stained palm, and muttered to herself, "What's so funny? The little girl is just singing nonsense, completely oblivious to the pain of longing and sorrow in the poem."
About ten feet behind the nun, an old man in a green robe and long beard stood motionless, only letting out a very soft sigh when the lines "The wind and moon are heartless, people secretly change; old travels are like dreams, leaving only heartbreak" reached him. A
small boat glided across the crystal-clear lake. Of the five girls in the boat, three were around fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other two were only nine. The two were cousins; the older cousin's surname was Cheng, and her given name was Ying; the younger cousin's surname was Lu, and her given name was Wushuang. They were half a year apart.
At this moment, five young girls were boating along, chatting and laughing happily. Just then, another small boat came by, and sitting on the boat was a young man in blue robes, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with handsome features and a spirited look. His boat glided to the side of Cheng Lu and the other two's boat, and he said, "Ladies, the song you sang just now was truly beautiful. I admire it!" This man was none other than Yang Guo.
Upon seeing Yang Guo's handsome appearance, Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, and the other women blushed slightly. Lu Wushuang, however, smiled and asked, "Is this elder brother also here for a boat trip on the lake?"
Yang Guo replied with a smile, "Indeed, such a pleasant day! It would be a shame not to enjoy it! Are you two ladies from Lu Family Manor?"
The two women were taken aback. Cheng Ying asked, "How did you know, elder brother?"
Yang Guo said, "I've seen you two ladies several times outside Lu Family Manor! I am Yang Guo, and I do not know your names." Upon
hearing this, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were both surprised. Lu Wushuang said, "You are that great philanthropist Yang?"
"Cousin, don't be rude!" Cheng Ying scolded lightly, then continued, "Young master, you must be..."
"Hehe, I wouldn't dare call myself a great philanthropist, I just do some good deeds!" Yang Guo laughed.
Cheng Ying smiled and said, "Doing good deeds is the right thing to do. My name is Cheng Ying, and this is my cousin Lu Wushuang..." Upon hearing this, Yang Guo was overjoyed.
At this moment, Lu Wushuang pointed to the shore and said, "Cousin, Brother Yang, look, that strange man is still on the shore..."
Cheng Ying and Yang Guo looked up and saw an old man sitting on the shore with a full head of long hair and beard, and tattered clothes. The man had a majestic appearance, but his face was covered with a full beard and hair, and it was unclear how long he hadn't had a haircut. At this moment, his expression was uncertain, and he seemed to have mental problems.
Yang Guo thought to himself, "It seems this is Wu Santong."
Cheng Ying said, "Cousin, don't be rude, you should call him Uncle..." Lu Wushuang stuck out her tongue and laughed, "Isn't he annoyed? He's so old, yet he has a bib around his neck. If he gets angry, his beard would stand up, that would be quite a sight." She picked up a lotus seedpod from the small boat and threw it at Wu Santong's head.
The small boat was several feet away from Wu Santong, and although Lu Wushuang was young, her strength was surprisingly good, and the throw was quite accurate. Cheng Ying called out, "Cousin!" but it was too late to stop her. The lotus seedpod flew straight towards Wu Santong's face. Wu Santong tilted his head back and bit the lotus seedpod. Without reaching out to take it, he curled his tongue and began to chew it. The five girls saw that he didn't even peel out the lotus seeds, nor was he afraid of the bitterness, and just swallowed it whole, petals and all. They looked at each other and couldn't help but giggle as they rowed closer and went ashore.
Cheng Ying walked over to the man, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Uncle, this isn't tasty." She took a lotus pod from her bag, split it open, peeled out a dozen or so lotus seeds, tore off the green skin, removed the bitter core, and handed it to Wu Santong. Wu Santong chewed a few times, finding the taste refreshing and delicious, quite different from what he had eaten before. He grinned at Cheng Ying and nodded. Cheng Ying peeled a few more lotus seeds and handed them to him. Wu Santong tossed the seeds into his mouth, chewed them haphazardly, and looked up at the sky, saying, "Come with me!" He then strode westward.
Lu Wushuang grabbed Cheng Ying's hand and said, "Cousin, let's go with him." The three girls, timid, quickly said, "Go home quickly, don't go too far and get your mother scolding you." Lu Wushuang pouted and made a face. Seeing Wu Santong walking very fast, she said, "Fine, don't come then." She let go of her cousin's hand and chased after him. Cheng Ying and her cousin had come out to play together, and unable to leave her behind, Yang Guo had to follow. Yang Guo frowned, then followed. The three girls, though several years older than them, were all shy and timid. After calling out a few times, Wu Santong and Cheng Lu disappeared behind the mulberry tree.
Wu Santong walked very fast. Seeing that Cheng Lu's steps were too small to keep up, he stopped and waited several times. Later, becoming impatient, he suddenly turned around, stretched out his long arms, and tucked the two girls under his arms, walking away quickly. He never noticed Yang Guo behind him.
At this moment, the two girls only heard the whistling wind in their ears, and the stones and grass on the road constantly moving before their eyes. Lu Wushuang became frightened and cried out, "Put me down! Put me down!" Wu Santong ignored her and instead walked even faster. Lu Wushuang tilted her head back and bit down hard on the edge of his hand. Wu Santong's hand touched her, causing her teeth to ache slightly. Lu Wushuang had no choice but to loosen her teeth, her mouth never idle, screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs. Cheng Ying, however, remained silent.
Wu Santong ran for a while longer and put the two of them down. The place was a graveyard. Yang Guo hid behind a tombstone and observed, wondering why Wu Santong had brought two little girls to a graveyard.
Cheng Ying's face turned deathly pale, while Lu Wushuang's face flushed red. Cheng Ying said, "Uncle, we want to go home, we don't want to play with you anymore!"
Wu Santong stared at her without saying a word. Seeing the sorrowful, pitiful, and self-pitying look in his eyes, Cheng Ying couldn't help but feel sympathy. She said softly, "If no one plays with you, come to the lake again tomorrow, and I'll peel lotus seeds for you to eat." Wu Santong sighed, "Yes, it's been ten years. No one has played with me for ten years." Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said viciously, "Where is He Yuanjun? Where did He Yuanjun go?"
Cheng Ying was frightened by his sudden harshness and whispered, "I...I...I don't know." Wu Santong grabbed her arm and shook her a few times, saying in a deep voice, "Where is He Yuanjun?" Cheng Ying was so frightened that she almost cried. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. Wu Santong gritted his teeth and said, "Cry, cry! Why aren't you crying? Humph, you were like this ten years ago. I forbade you to marry him, and you said you couldn't bear to leave me, but you insisted on going with him. You said you were grateful for my kindness to you, and that you were heartbroken to leave me—bah! All lies. If you were truly heartbroken, why weren't you crying?"
He stared fiercely at Cheng Ying. Cheng Ying was already pale with fright, but no tears fell. Yang Guo frowned upon seeing this, then rushed out, leaped to Wu Santong's side, and pressed a finger on Wu Santong's pressure point. Wu Santong didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.
Chapter Five: The Beautiful Woman Wu Santong.
Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were greatly surprised. Looking at Yang Guo, Lu Wushuang said, "Brother Yang, you... how did you get here?"
Yang Guo smiled faintly, looking at the unconscious Wu Santong on the ground, and said, "I came with you. I was afraid this bad guy might harm you!"
Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were very grateful to Yang Guo. Lu Wushuang looked at Wu Santong on the ground and said with some worry, "He... will he be alright?"
Yang Guo smiled and said, "He'll be fine. He's just unconscious for a while! He'll wake up in a few hours! It's not safe here at this time. Let me take you home!"
Cheng Ying said, "Thank you very much, Brother Yang."
Yang Guo followed Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang away from the graveyard. After walking for several tens of minutes, they quickly returned to Lu Family Village.
On the way, Cheng Ying told Yang Guo that besides Lu Wushuang's parents, Lu Liding and Lu Erniang, there was also Lu Zhanyuan's wife, He Yuanjun, at home. Lu Zhanyuan passed away a few years ago, and He Yuanjun had contemplated suicide, but was fortunately stopped by Lu Liding and his wife. Now a widow living at home, she spends her days eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures; she is a very kind person. Yang
Guo was surprised that He Yuanjun was still alive in this timeline, but remembering that she must have been a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but feel a little anticipation to meet her.
Upon entering the Lu family manor and walking to the main hall, Yang Guo saw three people standing there in a daze.
One of them was a middle-aged man around thirty years old, with a imposing appearance; the other two were women, both around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. One of the women was dressed in plain clothes, with a round face. Although she wasn't wearing makeup, her beauty was still undeniable, surpassing even Mu Nianci in looks alone. This must be He Yuanjun. The other woman was slightly younger, with elegant features, bearing a five-point resemblance to Lu Wushuang. She had a petite figure and was charming and captivating. While not quite a national beauty, she was still a high-class beauty among those from modest families. Yang Guo recognized her as Lu Erniang.
Then, Yang Guo noticed three rows of handprints on the wall: two at the top, two in the middle, and five at the bottom, a total of nine. Each handprint was crimson like blood.
"Li Mochou!" Yang Guo said coldly with a low voice.
Upon hearing this, He Yuanjun immediately noticed him. Lu Liding said, "Ying'er, Shuang'er, who is this young man...?"
Before Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang could answer, Yang Guo clasped his hands and said, "I am Yang Guo, greetings to Master Lu!"
"Yang Guo?" Lu Liding was surprised. "Is he the great philanthropist Yang from Jiaxing?!"
"That's me!" Yang Guo said with a smile.
Lu Liding immediately became respectful and said, "I didn't expect Young Master Yang to be so young. May I ask what brings you here?"
Yang Guo turned his head and looked at the bloody handprints on the wall, saying, "Could it be that the Red Serpent Fairy Li Mochou has come seeking revenge?"
At this moment, He Yuanjun, who had been silent until now, spoke up: "It is indeed Li Mochou. She has come to kill me!"
Lu Wushuang asked, "Father, what is the Red Serpent Fairy?"
Yang Guo said, "She is a ruthless female demon in the martial world who kills without blinking an eye! Every time this woman is about to wipe out a family, she always leaves a bloody handprint on the wall. Now she has left nine bloody handprints, which means she wants to kill nine members of the Lu family!"
"Ah?!" Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang's faces turned pale with fright. Lu Erniang said, "My family only has eight people in total. How come there are nine?"
He Yuanjun said, "It seems that Li Mochou does not know Zhan Yuan... Zhan Yuan is dead. Alas, this is all my fault..." At this point, He Yuanjun couldn't help but feel very sad.
Lu Liding sneered, "The two handprints on top are for my brother and sister-in-law, the two on the bottom are naturally for you and me. The two in the third row are for Wushuang and Xiaoying. The last three are for A'gen and the two maids. Hehe, now that's what you call blood splattered all over the house."
Yang Guo laughed and said, "Master Lu, now that your brother is dead, I'm afraid you won't be able to get that first palm print! Why don't I stay here and join you in dealing with Li Mochou?"
Lu Liding and the other two were startled when they heard this. Lu Erniang said, "Young Master Yang, this matter has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't throw your life away here!"
Yang Guo chuckled and said, "It's alright. I've also learned martial arts, and staying here will definitely be helpful. I hope Master Lu won't ruin my good intentions!"
After Lu Liding and his wife tried to persuade him repeatedly, seeing that Yang Guo was determined not to leave, they had no choice but to let him stay.
Just then, the male servant A'gen rushed in, bowing and reporting, "Young Master, a guest has arrived." Lu Liding waved his hand, saying, "You said I wasn't home." A'gen said, "Young Master, that old lady doesn't want to see you; she's a passerby who wants to stay the night." Lu Liding exclaimed in surprise, "What? A woman?" A'gen said, "Yes, that old lady has two children with her, and they're quite pretty."
He Yuanjun suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear, could it be my godmother?"
Lu Liding and the others were startled. He Yuanjun had already run out, and Yang Guo and the others quickly followed.
When they arrived at the door, Yang Guo saw He Yuanjun talking to a woman dressed in plain clothes.
Yang Guo observed that the woman was around thirty years old, simply dressed, and had a beautiful face. Although not exceptionally beautiful, she possessed a mature and alluring charm. His heart stirred. Looking at the two people beside her, weren't they the brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen? He figured this beautiful woman must be Wu Sanniang.
At this moment, Lu Liding and his wife came out, and He Yuanjun quickly introduced them.
"Second brother, second sister, this is my godmother, Wu Sanniang. Godmother, this is Zhan Yuan's younger brother, Liding, and his wife! And their daughter, Wushuang, and their niece, Cheng Ying..." He Yuanjun said.
After Wu Sanniang and Lu Liding exchanged greetings, Wu Sanniang saw Yang Guo and said, "I wonder who this young man is..."
Yang Guo smiled faintly and said, "I am Yang Guo, just a wandering swordsman!"
Wu Sanniang nodded, but didn't seem to care.
Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen looked at Yang Guo with considerable hostility, clearly dissatisfied with this boy who was dressed more elegantly and was much more handsome than them.
After entering the house, Wu Sanniang pulled He Yuanjun inside to talk, and Lu Liding and his wife arranged a meal to entertain Yang Guo.
After Yang Guo finished eating, he went to the backyard and suddenly heard a cracking sound from the east wall, indicating someone was high up. Looking up, he saw Wu Dunru sitting on the wall, reaching out to pick a trumpet creeper. Then they heard someone call out from the foot of the wall, "Be careful, don't fall!" It turned out that Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, and Wu Xiuwen were guarding behind the flower bushes by the wall.
Wu Dunru picked a flower from the top of the wall. Lu Wushuang called out, "Give it to me, give it to me!" Wu Dunru smiled and threw it to Cheng Ying. Cheng Ying reached out and caught it, handing it to her cousin. Lu Wushuang got annoyed, took the flower, threw it on the ground, stomped on it a few times, and
said angrily, "Is it something? I don't want it." Seeing that Lu Wushuang had trampled the flower, Cheng Ying said, "Cousin, why are you angry again?" Lu Wushuang pouted and said, "I don't want his, I'll pick it myself." With that, she pushed off with her right foot, leaped up, grabbed a wisteria vine hanging from a flower stand, and used the momentum to leap several feet higher, heading straight for the branches of a silver osmanthus tree. Wu Dunru clapped and cheered, shouting, "Come here!" Lu Wushuang grabbed the osmanthus branch with both hands, swung it a few times in the air, then let go and leaped towards the wall.
With her limited experience in light-body techniques, this leap was far too dangerous. However, she was angry that Wu Dunru had given the flowers to her cousin instead of her, and being a girl, she was competitive and defiant in front of strangers, so she recklessly leaped over the wall. The boy was startled and shouted, "Watch out!" He reached out to catch her. If he hadn't reached out, Lu Wushuang could have climbed to the top of the wall, but seeing Wu Dunru coming to pull her up in mid-air, she yelled, "Get out of the way!" and tried to avoid his hands. But turning in mid-air is a superior light-body skill; she had seen her father use it, and even her mother couldn't do it. How could a little girl like her possibly do it? With this turn, her fingers couldn't reach the top of the wall, and she cried out, "Ouch!" and fell straight down.
Yang Guo was startled, and immediately flashed forward, easily catching Lu Wushuang in his arms. Although Lu Wushuang was young, she blushed when suddenly held in a boy's arms. The near-death experience had truly frightened her. After landing, she quickly broke free from Yang Guo's embrace and said, "Brother Yang, thank you..."
Yang Guo smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing."
(Chapter 5: Kidnapping Li Mochou and her disciples
) Seeing Yang Guo display such impressive skill, the two martial arts masters, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, couldn't help but show their displeasure, clearly disliking Yang Guo's show-off.
The two men exchanged a glance, both thinking, "This kid's kung fu looks pretty good, but he's not much older than us. We might as well team up and teach him a lesson..."
So Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen stepped forward. Wu Dunru said, "This brother has impressive kung fu. How about we have a spar?"
Yang Guo smiled coldly, thinking these two were really overestimating themselves. He didn't refuse, saying, "Alright, let me see what kind of amazing kung fu the disciples of Master Yideng from Dali, Yunnan are capable of!"
The two replied, "Okay, here we come!" With that, they swung their fists at Yang Guo.
Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were shocked to see the two attacking Yang Guo. Just as they were about to speak, Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen's fists struck Yang Guo's body. The two screamed, flying backward and crashing to the ground.
"Ah! Mom, my arm is broken!"
"It hurts so much...it hurts so much! My arm is broken...waaaaah..."
Erwu cried loudly, clutching the arm that had struck Yang Guo. It turned out that his arm had been dislocated.
At this moment, Lu Liding and his wife, He Yuanjun, and Wu Sanniang, who had rushed over after hearing the noise, were stunned by what they saw. Wu Sanniang stepped forward and examined the arms of the two Wus, discovering they were both dislocated. She was shocked and exclaimed, "What happened?!"
Wu Dunru cried, "Mother, this bastard broke our arms! You must teach him a lesson..."
Wu Sanniang frowned and said, "Don't cry yet, I'll set your arms..."
Just then, someone on the roof laughed, and a woman's voice called out, "Take the lives of eight members of the Lu family, and the rest of you, get out of here!"
Yang Guo recognized Hong Lingbo's voice and looked up with everyone else. They saw a young Taoist nun standing by the eaves. The moon was just rising, and the moonlight shone on her face. She looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful face and a long sword on her back. The blood-red sword rustled in the wind. It was Hong Lingbo.
Lu Liding said loudly, "I am Lu Liding. Are you a disciple of Li Xiangu?"
Hong Lingbo's lips curled into a sneer, and she said, "It's good that you know! Quickly kill your wife, daughter, and servants, then commit suicide, so I don't have to go through all that trouble." These words were spoken casually and unhurriedly, showing that she didn't take the other party seriously at all.
Lu Liding was so angry that he trembled all over, and said, "You...you..." He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. He wanted to leap up and fight, but then he thought that the other party was young and a woman, so it was not appropriate to really fight her. Just as he hesitated, he suddenly felt someone rush past him. Wu Sanniang had already leaped onto the roof, long sword in hand, and was fighting with the little Taoist nun.
Wu Sanniang was wearing a gray dress, and Hong Lingbo was wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe. In the moonlight, only gray and yellow shadows could be seen swirling and dancing, mixed with three cold flashes, and occasionally the sound of weapons clashing.
Yang Guo observed the two martial arts, noticing Hong Lingbo's longsword shifting swiftly from defense to offense, her swordsmanship sharp and fierce. Wu Sanniang focused on her opponent, seizing the opportunity to launch her own attack. Suddenly, a clang rang out as the two swords clashed, Hong Lingbo's longsword flying into the air. She leaped back hastily, her pretty face flushed, and shouted, "I'm here on my master's orders to kill the entire Lu family! Who are you to meddle in my business?"
Wu Sanniang sneered, "If your master had any ability, he should have settled accounts with Lu Zhanyuan long ago. Now that he knows he's dead, he's still picking on others. Aren't you ashamed?" Hong Lingbo waved her right hand, and three silver needles shot out. Two were aimed at the woman, while the third was aimed at He Yuanjun and Lu Liding, who were standing in the courtyard. This attack was sudden and unexpected. Wu Sanniang deflected it with her sword, Yang Guo leaped to He Yuanjun's side and pulled her away, and Lu Liding hissed angrily and caught the silver needle with two fingers.
Hong Lingbo smiled slightly, flipped off the roof, and quickly disappeared with light footsteps. Yang Guo sneered, his figure flashed, and he followed. Yang Guo
followed Hong Lingbo all the way. His martial arts were so high that he had reached the sublime state of "entering the realm of divine concentration." At this moment, following behind Hong Lingbo, Hong Lingbo did not notice him at all.
Upon reaching the lotus pond, Yang Guo immediately saw a beautiful and graceful Daoist nun standing there. She appeared to be about thirty years old, with a lovely oval face, exquisite features, and captivating charm. Her perfect figure, encased in a loose Daoist robe, was exceptionally alluring. It was none other than the Crimson Lotus Fairy, Li Mochou.
Hong Lingbo walked up to Li Mochou, about to speak, when Li Mochou glared at her back and shouted, "Who are you?!"
Hong Lingbo was startled and turned around to see a handsome boy of thirteen or fourteen standing before her. It was none other than Yang Guo, whom she had just met at Lu Family Manor. Hong Lingbo
was greatly surprised, thinking to herself that this person had been following her without her noticing. If he had suddenly attacked her, how could she still be alive?
Yang Guo smiled faintly, looked at Li Mochou, and said, "This must be Fairy Li Mochou, right?"
Li Mochou sized up Yang Guo, noticing his young age yet remarkable lightness skill, and wondered when such a master had appeared in the martial world. Yang Guo chuckled and said , "Indeed, may I ask whose esteemed disciple you are? And what brings you here?!" He continued
, "I've long heard that Fairy Li is a renowned beauty in the martial world. Seeing you today, I can confirm your reputation is well-deserved. Look at your breasts, your buttocks, your legs—if you were naked, I wonder how beautiful you would be..."
"You...you brat, spouting nonsense! How dare you insult me!" Li Mochou was both shocked and furious. She was always proud and had never been verbally harassed like this before. She immediately brandished her whisk and attacked Yang Guo with an extremely ruthless move, clearly determined to take his life.
Yang Guo sneered, reached out, and with what appeared to be a light grab, instantly seized the whisk.
Li Mochou paled. In all her years in the martial world, this was the first time anyone had managed to catch her whisk. She frantically tried to pull it, but no matter what she did, she couldn't budge it an inch.
Yang Guo chuckled and said, "Fairy Li, you smell so good. Come here, let me hold you..." As he spoke, Yang Guo reached out and pulled her close. Li Mochou cried out, "Ah!" as Yang Guo pulled her into his arms.
"Ah..." Li Mochou cried out. She was the most chaste woman in her life, but had never been held by any man before. Now, suddenly being held in Yang Guo's arms, she felt both ashamed and angry, shouting, "You villain, I'll kill you!" With that, she swung her Five Poison Palm, aiming to strike Yang Guo's chest.
But her martial arts skills were far inferior to Yang Guo's. Yang Guo, grinning, grabbed Li Mochou's arm and then pressed her pressure points, saying with a grin, "Li Mochou is truly incomparably beautiful, and her fragrance is indescribable!"
Hong Lingbo, seeing her master captured, was enraged and shouted, "You villain, release my master!" Ignoring the vast difference in martial arts skill between herself and Yang Guo, she thrust her sword at him.
Yang Guo laughed heartily, released the acupunctured Li Mochou, easily subdued Hong Lingbo, and then, with the two beauties completely immobilized, laughed, "Haha... my two beauties, let's find a place to have some fun..."
Hong Lingbo and Li Mochou were terrified. Li Mochou cried out, "You villain, let me go... let me go... if you dare touch... touch me... I'll chop you to pieces and feed you to the dogs..."
Yang Guo ignored her, carrying Hong Lingbo and Li Mochou, and flew away.
He had kidnapped Li Mochou and her master!
Chapter Six: Humiliation and Possession. Hong Lingbo
brought Li Mochou and her disciple to the dilapidated kiln where Yang Guo had lived in his previous life. Yang Guo put down the two beauties, chuckled, and said, "Li Mochou, Hong Lingbo, you two have committed countless evils in the martial world. Today, you've finally fallen into my hands, and you'll have to surrender!"
Li Mochou trembled upon hearing this, then said, "I've killed countless people in my life, and I never thought I'd fall into your hands today! Fine, kill me if you want, and see if I'll even flinch."
"Hehe, I absolutely believe that Fairy Li isn't afraid of death... I'll search your bodies for the silver needles first..." Yang Guo said, reaching out to search Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo.
"Ah... what are you doing... don't touch me like that..." Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo cried out, both ashamed and angry.
But Yang Guo didn't bother to talk to them. He quickly found all the Ice Soul Silver Needles on their bodies and then shattered them all with his internal force.
Then, Yang Guo chuckled, took a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Li Mochou's mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue and committing suicide. He then reached out and released Hong Lingbo's acupoints, but sealed her Qihai acupoint, rendering her unable to use martial arts. Yang Guo then embraced Hong Lingbo and said softly, "Lingbo, you are so beautiful, why don't we have some fun together?"
Hong Lingbo was terrified and immediately struggled, crying out, "No... let me go, I won't... um... um..." Before Hong Lingbo could finish speaking, Yang Guo had already sealed her red lips with his own, stealing her first kiss with his most domineering and passionate kiss.
"Ugh... ah... um um... ah..." Hong Lingbo had never been so disrespected before. She struggled fiercely, but firstly, Yang Guo's martial arts were many times superior to hers, and secondly, her acupoints were sealed, rendering her unable to use any martial arts. Although she resisted fiercely, she was ultimately no match for Yang Guo's fiery kiss.
This was Yang Guo's first time kissing a girl. Although Hong Lingbo was very uncooperative, struggling all over his body, Yang Guo was still very happy. He held Hong Lingbo's jade-like lips in his mouth, sucking on her sweet saliva with great pleasure.
Li Mochou, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. Yang Guo was actually doing such a thing to his disciple. This was the first time Li Mochou had ever seen a kiss between a man and a woman. This 30-something-year-old spinster was extremely embarrassed. She wanted to use her internal energy to break open her acupoints, but how could Li Mochou possibly break open Yang Guo's acupoint-sealing technique? Soon, she knew that she couldn't escape, and it was impossible for her to bite her tongue to commit suicide!
Hong Lingbo struggled fiercely at first, but with Yang Guo's tender kiss, Hong Lingbo's girlish desire was aroused by Yang Guo. She breathed heavily, her skin flushed, and she began to experience a dazed state of desire. Her struggles gradually subsided.
Yang Guo sensed that Hong Lingbo's struggles were weakening, and he was overjoyed. He pressed the beauty down beneath him, grabbed her Taoist robe, and ripped it open.
"Ah..." Hong Lingbo cried out as Yang Guo lifted her head. Now, only a small red bodice covered her breasts.
"Mmm...please...don't...mmm..." Hong Lingbo, a virgin, had never experienced such humiliation. Her body swayed gently, her face flushed with shame, her fair skin glowing with a captivating blush—truly a sight to behold.
"Hahaha...what a beautiful body! Ice-like skin, flawless and white! I'm so lucky!" Yang Guo exclaimed with a grin. He had only seen Lu Wushuang's breasts in his previous life, and seeing a woman's body now filled him with immense excitement!
Yang Guo reached out and ripped off Hong Lingbo's bodice, throwing it aside. Instantly, the little girl's breasts were exposed to Yang Guo.
And you know what? This girl's breasts were quite large, round and perky. The two pink nipples were like budding buds, like two tender little grapes.
"Waaah...no, please, help me put my clothes on...Master...please think of something..." Hong Lingbo silently wept, but didn't struggle.
"Mmm..." Li Mochou's pretty face flushed red. She wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing. Her delicate face was also flushed, seemingly overwhelmed by what she saw.
Yang Guo chuckled, lowered his head, cupped one of Hong Lingbo's full breasts, put it in his mouth, and began to lick it with his tongue.
"Ah...ah...ah ah...ah..." Hong Lingbo's body went limp, an unprecedentedly intense pleasure instantly enveloping the woman.
You see, Hong Lingbo grew up with Li Mochou and had never been so disrespected by any man before. In the past, if any man had been even slightly rude to her, this beauty would have killed him long ago. But now, being teased by Yang Guo, and with his skillful methods, Hong Lingbo quickly became breathless and disoriented under his advances.
Yang Guo felt Hong Lingbo's nipples harden in his mouth, knowing that he had aroused her desire. Overjoyed, he slid his hands across Hong Lingbo's delicate skin, playing with each inch. His hand pinched and caressed the nipple of her other beautiful breast. Hong Lingbo was so aroused that she didn't know what to struggle, and moans escaped her lips.
"Ah...ah ah...ah ah...ah...ah...so good...ah ah...ah..."
Li Mochou, watching her disciple being teased by Yang Guo, uttered such alluring moans. How could she, an old maid, have ever witnessed such a scene? Her body instantly felt hot, and for the first time in her life, her lower body secreted that kind of lustful fluid.
Yang Guo chuckled and said, "Little Daoist nun, little Lingbo, tell me, am I making you feel good?"
"Mmm... ahh... good... mmm..." Hong Lingbo was incredibly shy, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground, but she still honestly gave the answer Yang Guo wanted to hear.
"Okay, then there's something even more comfortable..." Yang Guo said, grabbing Hong Lingbo's pants and pulling hard. "Ah..." Hong Lingbo cried out as Yang Guo pulled her pants down instantly, revealing her alluring boxer shorts and her fair, tender legs.
"Oh my, that's really something, boxer shorts..." Yang Guo chuckled. The white panties were already wet; the fabric of this era was sparse, and once wet, they became transparent, revealing her dark pubic hair clearly.
"Mmm... Ah... You bad guy... Why did you take off my pants... Ah... What are you doing... No..." Hong Lingbo suddenly shouted loudly. It turned out that Yang Guo had also pulled down her boxer shorts, then spread her thighs to carefully admire Hong Lingbo's virgin pussy.
That pussy was so beautiful! The pink pussy was surrounded by a ring of sparse pubic hair, so beautiful. Between the two lovely labia was a charming slit, already wet, and still constantly oozing alluring lustful fluid. The beauty of a virgin's pussy was truly dazzling.
"Hehehe, Sister Lingbo, your pussy is so beautiful... Come on, I want to taste it..." As he spoke, Yang Guo put his head down between Hong Lingbo's legs, stretched out his fingers, and stroked Hong Lingbo's clitoris.
"Ah...ah ah...ah ah...you...you bad person...ah ah...why...why are you doing this to me...ah ah...ah..." Hong Lingbo's thighs instinctively tightened. Her sensitive area, her clitoris, was something she herself had never touched before, yet Yang Guo had violated it like this. Hong Lingbo was completely powerless; her naked body trembled, her delicate body twisted, and her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously.
Suddenly, Yang Guo lowered his head, parted Hong Lingbo's vulva, and inserted his tongue into her vagina, moving his lewd tongue around in the crevice.
"Ah! Ah ah! Ah! Ah ah...ah ah...ah..." Hong Lingbo felt as if she had been electrocuted. Yang Guo's lewd tongue slid into her vulva, moving layer by layer on her wetness. The tongue moved incessantly on the vaginal walls, the stimulation was almost suffocating.
Yang Guo sucked all of Hong Lingbo's vaginal fluid into his mouth, squeezed her breasts with his large hands, and buried his head deep between her legs, further arousing her desire.
"Ah...ah...please...don't do it anymore...ah ah...ah...it hurts down there...you...take me...I can't take it anymore...ah...ah...ah..." Hong Lingbo finally couldn't take it anymore and actually begged for sex.
Li Mochou, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. She couldn't believe that lovemaking between men and women could be like this... Upon hearing this, Yang Guo chuckled, stood up, took off his clothes, revealing his strong body and his enormous penis.
"Hmm..."
"Ugh..."
Hong Lingbo and Li Mochou, whose mouths were gagged, were both dumbfounded. They were both virgins and this was the first time they had seen a man's naked body, especially that huge penis, which made Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo feel extremely ashamed.
Yang Guo gently pressed down on Hong Lingbo and laughed, "Sister Lingbo, now tell me, 'Brother Yang Guo, please, fuck my pussy,' and I'll satisfy you, okay?"
Yang Guo chuckled, his large hand slowly sliding over Hong Lingbo's breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples inch by inch. This stimulated her immensely, and she immediately cried out, "Ah...ah ah...ah...ah...um...ah...don't do it anymore...ah ah...ah...I'm so uncomfortable...please..." "
Then just say it...and I'll help you..."
"Um...okay...ah...Brother Yang Guo...please...ah...fuck my pussy...ah...please...ah...ah..." Hong Lingbo's body twisted, softly calling out.
Yang Guo laughed heartily and said, "Sister Lingbo, in this life, you are destined to belong to me..." As he spoke, he parted her thighs and placed his dragon head at the entrance of Hong Lingbo's honey hole.
"Sister Lingbo, now I'll show you what a real man is! Haha! Here it comes!" Yang Guo's eyes turned bloodshot again as he laughed wildly and charged in. His penis pressed against the entrance of her hymen, and with a gritted teeth, he thrust in again, forcefully breaking through Hong Lingbo's virginity.
"Ah...it hurts...ah...ah..." Hong Lingbo trembled in pain, grabbing Yang Guo's arm, her sharp nails digging into his skin.
Yang Guo had intended to insert slowly, but his dragon seemed to be drawn by a powerful force. After breaking through the petals, it immediately flew into her wanton flesh, piercing into Hong Lingbo's plump and tender flower path.
The walls of her honeyed orifice immediately writhed, tightly binding the invading dragon. Hong Lingbo's wanton orifice was truly a treasure, its taste exceptionally delicious.
Hong Lingbo's wanton flesh was filled with copious amounts of love juice, welcoming the prey who had tasted its sweetness once more, the soft flesh pulsating as it tried to cling to the dragon.
The dragon plunged into the deepest part of her wetness, the honeyed fluid overflowing from their joined bodies scattering in all directions. The dragon's head had already penetrated her core, until it crashed into the entrance of her womb.
"Oh...so deep...so big...so thick...ahhh..." Hong Lingbo cried out.
The dragon thrust into the deepest part of Hong Lingbo's core, and Hong Lingbo continuously moaned out gasps of pleasure bursting from the depths of her heart.
The writhing soft flesh within her honeyed depths massaged the jade rod, the dragon's head's neck embedding itself into her womb, where powerful suction surged, stimulating Yang Guo's weak spot as if urging him to ejaculate.
"Lingbo, are you enjoying it? Are you enjoying it... Come on... Come on!" Yang Guo thrust his hips, pumping forcefully, causing her breasts to sway. Seeing Hong Lingbo's breasts undulating like giant waves before his eyes, Yang Guo couldn't help but reach out and pinch them, stopping the swaying. His fingers buried themselves in her sweaty breasts, rubbing them roughly, savoring their soft, cottony texture.
"Sister Lingbo, how does it feel? Is it comfortable?" The lewd sounds of thrusting could be heard from their joined bodies. The nectar overflowing from her petals soaked the sofa, forming a large stain. As if anticipating Yang Guo's humiliation, Hong Lingbo's nipples hardened.
"No!" With her nipples pinched by Yang Guo, Hong Lingbo's body jerked up as if electrocuted. Her breasts were being kneaded and her nipples pinched, and Hong Lingbo writhed incessantly. Though she said no, her body betrayed her undisguised pleasure.
Perhaps her clitoris was experiencing pleasure. With each thrust, Hong Lingbo's small mouth would release sweet gasps, and the soft flesh of her honeypot would burst forth with powerful pressure, gripping the dragon even tighter. When the dragon was withdrawn, two large, stretched-open petals could be seen tightly wrapped around it, pulled out like a fish caught on bait, pulled from the water along with the fishing line, creating a shameful scene.
"How does it feel, Sister Lingbo? How do you feel about being fucked by a man like me? Hahaha..." Yang Guo chuckled wickedly.
"You... are too... too lewd... ah... ah... ah...!" Hong Lingbo gasped and complained bitterly.
Yang Guo's ears were deaf to all other sounds; his only thought was to thrust his dragon deeper and deeper into Hong Lingbo's plump, tender honeypot. As Yang Guo penetrated her, Hong Lingbo's full breasts swayed. Their deformed shape gave off a lewd feeling, as if other creatures were attached to them. Her nipples, pinched and squeezed by Yang Guo, deformed and then returned to their original shape, repeating this process over and over. When their breasts collided, beads of sweat flew, wetting Yang Guo and Hong Lingbo's faces.
"Ah...so good...ah...ah...ah...ahhh!" In that instant, the volume of Hong Lingbo's moans suddenly surged.
The dragon thrust powerfully, deeply penetrating Hong Lingbo's core. Yang Guo's strong, six-pack abs pressed against Hong Lingbo's soft body, his lower body pumping, the dragon moving in and out of her. Skin to skin clung tightly together, binding their bodies into one. They were both drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, their bodies flushed, and burning hot—all experiencing this sweet sensation.
Hong Lingbo retaliated against Yang Guo's pressure with her full breasts. Two hardened nipples stimulated Yang Guo's chest. As if refusing to admit defeat, the breasts increased pressure, further intensifying their intimacy.
A pair of snow-white, full breasts bombarded Yang Guo's chest like bombs, painting a lewd scene. Copious amounts of sweat gushed from the mature woman's skin, her hungry body emanating a thick, lingering scent of virile hormones, as if saying, "This level of humiliation isn't enough!"
Yang Guo kissed Hong Lingbo's gorgeous lips. Now, their groin, bodies, and lips were tightly joined together. He passed a mouthful of saliva into Hong Lingbo's mouth, then swirled it with his tongue. Saliva seeped from between her lips, making the area around Hong Lingbo's mouth wet. Even so, Yang Guo continued to send saliva into Hong Lingbo's mouth.
Although Hong Lingbo's sweet, slippery tongue desperately tried to escape, Yang Guo pursued it with great pleasure. Two tongues wriggled and intertwined, thoroughly mixing their saliva.
The soft, undulating flesh from Hong Lingbo's honeypot seemed to convey a message to Yang Guo: she wanted to be trained by him!
Yang Guo withdrew his dragon. With a "pop," the dragon withdrew with a lewd and obscene sound. The large petals, like chasing after a departing lover, clung tightly to the dragon, the nectar like superglue holding the hot rod firmly in place. "Ah...
ah...Sister Lingbo, I'm about to cum, I'm going to cum..." Yang Guo chuckled wickedly.
"Cum...cum what...ah ah...I don't understand...ah ah...ah..." Hong Lingbo knew nothing of matters between men and women, so naturally she didn't know what she was cumming.
"It's the thing that can make you have children..." Yang Guo shouted, and in a wild, beast-like roar, he finally released, scalding lava gushing from his scrotum, through the vas deferens, out of the urethral opening, and into the wet cave. An endless surge of desire rushed through her urethra, erupting in one breath.
"So hot...ahhhhhh..." The scalding, thick lava-like essence finally attacked Hong Lingbo's honeypot, quickly filling her wanton, cunt... "Ah..." Hong Lingbo's body went limp, lying motionless on the ground...
[To be continued]
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