A fleeting moment of unparalleled beauty

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It was the height of summer, and the bright moon hung

high in the sky. At the foot of Moon-Asking Mountain stood a manor, surrounded
by low, pink walls. Behind the three or five elegant rooms, willows stretched along the bank, and verdant grasses lined the paths. Several streams meandered eastward, flowing endlessly past the walls.

Just then, a small wooden gate beside the bamboo grove opened, and a beautiful woman gracefully
emerged.

Her phoenix eyes were misty, her eyebrows delicately arched. The peach and apricot blossoms in the courtyard vied for attention, bathed in the clear sunlight. A long
sigh lips, as if she carried endless unresolved worries within her.

Suddenly, she shuddered, as if she had heard something. She quickly stood up. "No, it couldn't be him...
When will this torment end?"

With a graceful sway, she leaped onto a high branch of a willow tree. In the distance, she saw lights and the sounds of fighting.
"Another battle in the martial world, alas, such endless turmoil. My love, my love, where are you?

Do you know how I yearn for you day and night?" Her voice was mournful and desolate, evoking pity.

Then came a clear whistling sound. The whistling sound was weak, as if the person was seriously injured, but the voice was extremely
familiar —it was the lover she longed for day and night!

She felt a wave of dizziness. Her lover was still so handsome and elegant, even surrounded by enemies, he was still carefree
and at ease.

"Wei Feng, you have become an enemy of the martial world. The martial world is vast, but there is no place for you. Come back to the main headquarters with me, and you will have
a chance to survive." The speaker had a full beard and a fierce appearance. This man once roamed the northern frontier,
famous throughout the land for his pair of meteor hammers; he was known in the martial world as the "Werewolf of the Northern Desert.

" "Uncle Jin Xing, I never imagined you would also join Zhou Jian. Don't you feel sorry for my father?" Jin
Xing had been rescued by Wei Feng's father, Wei Tianhao, when he encountered a powerful enemy in the Taihang Mountains and was on the verge of death. He was then recruited into the sect and became
Wei Tianhao's old subordinate.

A trace of shame appeared on Jin Xing's originally dark face. Wei Feng, bloodied and battered, leaned against a withered
old tree, his stubborn face still bearing the shadow of his father.

He sighed deeply and said, "Nephew, I have no choice. You know his methods. Now the
lives of my entire family are in his hands. What am I to do?"

Tears streamed down his face, and he sobbed uncontrollably. But amidst his weeping, he suddenly attacked, two cold beams of light
whistling towards Wei Feng.

With two clangs, the two beams of light swiftly retreated back into Jin Xing's hand, only to be deflected by Wei Feng's longsword.

Wei Feng's sword strikes were merciless, each move more ruthless than the last, relentless and powerful, instantly
overwhelming Jin Xing.

At this moment, a strong wind rose from behind, indicating an attack. He surrounded himself with sword energy, flicking his left middle finger to
deflect the incoming attack. Turning around, he saw that all four of the sect's executioners had arrived.

Wei Feng was a born warrior; the stronger the enemy, the more ferocious he became. His sword danced like a thousand pear blossoms, his body like a graceful swan, sometimes striking
pressure points with his fingers, sometimes striking with fists and kicks. Wherever his sword went, blood splattered, and screams of agony rang out. In the heat of the battle, Wei Feng
let out a muffled groan, leaping out of the circle, clutching his chest—he had been struck by a powerful Vajra Palm.

He saw figures rushing towards him from all directions. He laughed loudly and closed his eyes.

He then heard screams all around him, "Ah, poison needles!"

"Ouch, black needles, damn it, shameless!"

Immediately, a pair of slender hands pulled him into the air, followed by shouts and cries.
The capital city was far more prosperous than the outlying city.

Its buildings were magnificent, its people refined, a place of power and intrigue.

Yuebai Tower, located in Jingmingfang outside the Donghua Gate of the capital, was a three-story building comprising five interconnected towers, each linked by a flying bridge
. It was the largest restaurant in the area.

The saying goes, "The city's taverns soar to the heavens, their dishes succulent and delicious. Even Gongsun, dismounting from his horse, is intoxicated by the aroma, willing to spend a
fortune on a single drink." At this moment, the sun is high in the sky, the tavern is packed with distinguished guests, and distinguished scholars are all present. A group of men dressed as scholars sit on the third floor, engaging in lively discussions. They talk about the upcoming imperial examinations, each appearing brimming with confidence, as if they have already climbed the ladder to the clouds, grasped the cassia branch, and are about to pass the imperial examinations. Among them stands a man of imposing stature, who speaks eloquently and quoting classical texts, clearly the leader of the group. "Brother Qiu, your insightful remarks are truly admirable. But we wonder who the examiner for this year's imperial examination is? May we ask for your guidance ?" "You don't even know this? You're truly ignorant! This year's examination is personally overseen . If we pass, we'll be true disciples of the Emperor." The man surnamed Qiu paused deliberately, coughed, and said, "It's not that I'm keeping you in suspense; guess." "Could it be Duke Dingguo, Jian Guoyi? He personally presided over last year's examination." "Ah, we heard it's Minister of Revenue, Lord Liu Fangde. Lord Liu is currently enjoying the Emperor's favor." "I believe the Hanlin Academy will set the questions, so it must be Zhao Zhuo, the Grand Secretary and concurrently the Hanlin Academy Director. " The room erupted in lively discussion. "Everyone, please stop arguing. Let Brother Qiu Qing reveal his trump card to us all, so as to dispel our doubts." Qiu Qing deliberately cleared his throat leisurely, lightly shaking a white pear-shaped fan with a moon-shaped jade handle in his left hand. With a whoosh, it opened, revealing the inscription: "If I am fortunate enough to rise to prominence in the future, I will surely become a pillar of the heavens." The calligraphy was vigorous and clear, seemingly about to burst from the paper . "You all do not know, but the current Emperor is wise and powerful, and intends to reform the bureaucracy. Those who are capable will be promoted, and those who are incompetent will be demoted . He once said, 'If you find the right person, you will not worry about poverty and lowliness; if you find the right talent, you will not care about fame and fortune.' Therefore, even a commoner like me, Qiu Qing, can rise to high office." The implication was clear: he was determined to pass this imperial examination. "This time, the chief examiner is Grand Secretary Sun Bing, who also holds the title of Junior Guardian of the Heir Apparent and is currently the Grand Chancellor Shi Yuyi. Gentlemen, let's drink to our hearts' content tonight, and when we pass the imperial examinations, let's come back for another drink!" In no time, the wine was finished and the guests dispersed, each returning to their lodgings. At the next table, an old man and a young man sat silently drinking, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, seemingly indifferent to the others. After the guests had left, the two exchanged a smile, picked up their wine cups, and drank them down in one gulp. *** *** *** "Young Master, your sword wound hasn't healed yet; you should rest more." The old man in gray was the same one who had been drinking at Yuebai Tower earlier.As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope." Young Master, we must avenge this blood feud. He was carefully peeling a layer of skin off the young man's face; it turned out the young man was wearing a human skin mask.

The young man said, "Uncle Fu, now that this matter is settled, go and rest in Shijiazhuang, thirty miles north of here,
and await my news."

In his memory, Uncle Fu always seemed to look the same—a gray-robed, hunched figure who always made people overlook his extraordinary talent,
especially his unparalleled skill in disguise, so lifelike and convincing.

Uncle Fu gazed deeply at his exceptionally handsome face and sighed, "Young Master, this servant can no longer
serve you. From now on, only I in the world know your appearance. I fear I won't be able to withstand the Thirteen Tortures of the Holy Sect and
will betray you." With that, he handed the knife to the young man.

"Uncle Fu, if even you can't be trusted in this world, then there's no joy in living. Besides, I
'll need you to recruit my old followers in the future. How can you leave me like this, facing my parents in the afterlife?"

Uncle Fu, tears streaming down his face, knelt down and kowtowed three times. With a flick of his hand, a spurt of blood shot
out —he had cut off his own tongue.

The young man before him was someone he had watched grow up; for him, even the most gruesome punishment was nothing.

*** *** ***

The night was cool and still. Chou Qing, dressed in a blue robe, leaned against the railing, counting the stars in the sky. His heart was filled with boundless ambition;
soon he would pass the imperial examination with flying colors, return home in glory, and bring honor to his ancestors. He recited a line: "In the peach blossom waves of March, I will seize the robe
and return to my hometown."

Soft applause sounded behind him.

"What a fine poem! What a fine poem! No wonder you're a talented scholar from Sichuan! Your words flow so smoothly, I'm truly impressed."

Qiu Qing hurriedly turned around and was immediately terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat as if he had seen a ghost.

His whole body was trembling with fear as he asked, "Who are you? Who are you?" His voice was hoarse, unlike his own
. He was usually a man of great eloquence, his voice loud and clear; he had never been so flustered before.

"Who are you? I am Qiu Qing, a scholar from Xichuan, whose calligraphy is unconventional." The newcomer was dressed in a blue robe, his voice loud and clear,
just as carefree as Qiu Qing's usual self.

In the quiet night, Qiu Qing could no longer support his trembling body. He staggered back, leaning against his desk, panting
as he pointed at the newcomer. The man looked exactly like him, and his tone of voice and arrogant demeanor
were identical to his own.

The words echoed clearly in her ears, "You talk big, but you're all talk and no
action

, utterly empty-headed. To avoid disgracing the elders of Sichuan, how about I, the unworthy one, complete this imperial examination for you?" Qiu Qing trembled, her pupils dilating, and she slowly collapsed, silent.

*** *** ***

"The first light of spring brings a refreshing breeze, the new sun dispels the old shadows. Spring grass sprouts in the pond, garden willows are filled with singing birds..." A charming smile, a
soft voice, possessed an unparalleled elegance that was captivating to the bone.

Seeing the sprouting grass, the budding willows, and the singing birds of early spring, she couldn't help but recite
Xie Lingyun "Ascending the Tower Above the Pond."

"My lady, it's rare to see you in such a leisurely mood today. Why didn't you invite me?"

A tall, imposing man embraced her from behind, his face filled with adoration and affection. "My lady, you
smell so good."

The woman turned around and smiled, "What brings you here today? The situation in the sect is still unstable, and affairs are plentiful
. You should prioritize your work."

It turned out to be Zhou Jian, the newly appointed leader of the Church of Light, and the beautiful woman was Fan Xiaoman, the former leader's wife.

"Alas, I killed my husband and stole his wife, plotting to usurp the throne, yet I can hardly win people's hearts. Now, three of the five hall masters are gone,
and only Xiong Zhuang remains of the fourth elder. Heh heh, although Chu Tianshu helped me usurp the throne, he may not truly submit to me."

He sighed, kissing her fair face. "If Xin Shu hadn't discovered our affair, we wouldn't have needed
to act prematurely. Alas... things are unpredictable; man proposes, God disposes."

"What, regretting it?" Fan Xiaoman pinched his cheek playfully. "It's also your fault for being too hasty. Now
you have too many enemies, especially with Wei Feng gone; he

's a formidable foe." Her lips curled into a smile, her eyes were alluring, and her voice was sweet and coquettish—truly seductive to the bone.

Zhou Jian's lust was aroused, and his previously calm and composed demeanor vanished.

He impatiently unbuttoned her blouse, then gently removed her embroidered bodice, revealing the pair of
firm, jade-like breasts that had once made him drool, their two bright, luscious nipples trembling.

Zhou Jian grasped her breast with his left hand, sucking and kneading it vigorously, causing her head
to sway from side to side and her slender waist to twist incessantly.

"Cherry lips, willow waist."

Unable to contain his excitement, he lifted her long skirt, his fingers lightly brushing against her, already touching the intoxicating
peach blossom cave. Warm, smooth, moist, and fragrant, the area was already overflowing with lustful fluids, threatening to overflow.

Between the two slightly upturned purplish-red labia was a fleshy bud larger than her nipple, trembling slightly
. "My God, Xiao Man, you are so beautiful."

Zhou Jian exclaimed, letting out a heavy breath, burying his head between them, his tongue probing deep into the honey cave
.

His nose had already touched that trembling, cherry-like nipple, causing Fan Xiaoman to tremble wildly,
her jade buttocks swaying even more violently. Her hands tightly kneaded her plump breasts, and she cried out forcefully, sometimes
softly, sometimes heavily, her whole body shaking, "Come quickly, my master."

Zhou Jian knelt between her legs, lifting her two slender and plump jade legs, bending them to the left and right, her
three-inch golden lotus feet, still wearing embroidered shoes, were raised high, which looked very beautiful against her pink and white jade legs. Her peach blossom cave was
filled with silvery honey water.

Even Zhou Jian, who was good at self-control, could not suppress the hot blood rushing through his body. His hard spear was already
thrusting forward, and with a "whoosh," it went straight to the flower core.

Zhou Jian's thrusts gradually increased in force and speed. As a master of seduction, he knew
how .

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Fan Xiaoman was swaying from side to side, a multitude of sensations washing over her. Aches,
tingles, itchiness, and pain assaulted every part of her body. With each vigorous thrust, she felt a pulsation in her uterus,
a strange sensation welling up inside her. She arched her back, responding to his rhythm, and in the throes of ecstasy
, her mind went blank, and a gush of hot, turbid fluid gushed forth.i=73>【End】

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