The Sound of Wind at the Boundary

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(I)

Whether viewed from afar or up close, the border village was perpetually a desolate wasteland.

It seemed the Talan and Xima tribes would never reconcile.

In an abandoned post station, several wandering knights were scattered in twos and threes. Among them, a

young man with a fair complexion, barely twenty, stood out starkly.

"Kid, quite fair-skinned. Haven't had a woman in a while, use you to appease her!" said Hu Changma.

This immediately triggered bursts of laughter, mingling with the mournful sound of the wind outside.

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? I'm looking for the great hero Ye Nanzhen!" The young man's eyes

darted , but he couldn't find the image of the hero he envisioned.

Hu Changma: "Old Ye, someone's looking for you, probably business."

A disheveled middle-aged man by the fire glanced sideways, and in that instant, a sharp glint in his eyes sent

a chill down the young man's spine. The young man felt that this man had suddenly changed.

Ye Nanzhen, with a straw dangling from his mouth and wrapped in a tattered sheepskin coat, looked like

a homeless man who hadn't bathed in months. The boy couldn't help but wonder, was this really the same Ye

Nanzhen, the number one swordsman in the southern borderlands whom he had always admired, the "Curved Hand Blade"?

"Curved Hand Blade" wasn't the name of the blade, nor the name of the technique; it was a legendary swordsmanship technique where Ye Nanzhen

skillfully used his wrists, making what was originally a powerful and ferocious strike become gentle and magical in his hands, but even more deadly.

It was said that no one could dodge the six consecutive strikes of "Curved Hand Six Probes." A saying in the southern borderlands went that to witness "Curved Hand

Six Probes" was to die without regret.

"Come here," Ye Nanzhen lazily beckoned. The boy walked over with suspicion.

"You, are you... Master Ye?"

"The real deal."

"Master Ye of 'Curved Hand Six Probes'?" the boy asked again.

"What hand, what probe? It's just six strikes." With that, Ye Nanzhen swung his hand

six times as if chopping vegetables.

The boy could no longer hide his disappointment; his bright eyes dimmed. How could

the hero look like this?

The boy asked, "Then...then can I see the curved-hand knife?"

With a "whoosh," a black lacquered knife flew over, without a blade tip, as if it had

been pulled from somewhere on his body. The boy caught it and examined it. It was half the length of an ordinary knife, almost twice as thick on the back, and the blade was

n't very sharp—it looked no different from the fruit-cutting knife he used at home.

The boy looked at it for a long time and said, "Is it true that all precious knives look very ordinary?"

Ye Nanzhen smiled and replied, "I'll sell it to you for two taels of silver. I'll just grab one from the blacksmith's shop later."

Hearing this, the boy almost fainted, vowing never to listen to storytelling again. He'd rather focus on studying

the Four Books and Five Classics passing the imperial examinations.

Suddenly, Ge Si, smoking his pipe, said, "My son is probably about this age, but unfortunately, he's even uglier than me.

If he were as handsome as this young man, I wouldn't have to work so hard to find a wife."

He burst into laughter again, the boy's face turning red to his ears; he always felt

ashamed . The boy turned and slowly walked outside. The wind and sand raged outside, but he didn't care. The horse

neighed a few times in the wind, and stones and planks, kicked up by the wind, fell to the ground with a relentless "

cracking ."

Just as he was about to open the door, something flew over and embedded itself firmly in the wooden door. The boy looked up, and

sweat instantly poured down his face—it was the straw from Ye Nanzhen's mouth.

The boy's eyes lit up again, even brighter than when he arrived, and he turned back in surprise. Everyone in the house

was smiling at him, as if they all knew something but weren't telling him that particular expression.

"The wind is so strong outside, even the bandits aren't coming out. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Ye Nanzhen asked. He suddenly

realized that this handsome young man resembled his younger self.

"Yes, yes, the wind is so strong, so strong..."

"We're going to fight bandits on the west slope tomorrow. Do you want to come?" Ye Nanzhen asked.

"Yes, of course!" The young man's blood boiled instantly, and the yellow sand outside couldn't extinguish it.

(II)

Ma Yingming's belly grew bigger every day, but his kung fu skills improved more and more. Ma Gui, the number one

enemy and the king of bandits, once robbed a schoolteacher. Although Ma Gui was a martial artist,

he had some respect for scholars. He didn't kill the teacher, but treated him to good wine and food, and then asked for a

name .

The teacher was terrified and quickly agreed, saying, "Chief Ma is a hero of his generation, wise and unparalleled. Let's call him

Ma Yingming !"

Ma Gui thought for a moment, was very satisfied, gave the teacher three taels of silver, and personally escorted him down the mountain. He decreed that anyone who

called him Ma Gui would be slapped fifty times. He even ordered his subordinates to change the names on the government's wanted posters.

He would go to check every few days, and each time he saw the wanted person's name changed from Ma Gui to Ma Yingming, he would laugh with

satisfaction before leading his team to rob them.

At this moment, Ma Yingming's expression was somewhat intriguing, and it was unclear what he was thinking. This was

the most perplexing time for his subordinates.

"Why are there only dead men everywhere? Is there any good news? Tell me," Ma Yingming said seriously.

Zuo Hongde said, "No good news, but there is bad news."

Zuo Hongde was Ma Yingming's chief strategist and a friend of many years.

"You mean Ye Nanzhen?" Ma Yingming's face revealed a wicked smile.

"Yes, Xipo will definitely go tomorrow. Should we change our plans?"

"No, if Ye Nanzhen wanted to kill me, I'd be dead at least ten times over.

What's the point ?" Ma Yingming laughed loudly

. His subordinates were stunned…

"Bring me the girls I got yesterday," Ma Yingming said.

A moment later, several terrified girls were brought up, each staring at their feet, afraid

to look up . Ma Yingming, for some unknown reason, walked down and, with a 'rhinoceros gazing at the moon' posture, looked at the

girls' faces. When he saw the last one, he slapped the poor girl away.

"What the hell are they? Are they even women? Drag them out and give them to the brothers, hurry up, don't get in the way!"

The air suddenly tensed.

Ma Yingming's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he sternly said, "Talando Zhe, do you think I'm afraid of you just because you have Ye

Nanzhen ?"

(III)

Talando Zhe, fifty-two years old this year, is the eleventh chieftain of the Taland tribe. He was taking a bath,

his eyes tightly closed. Two maids poured in hot water little by little, and one of them gently massaged his back. Although he was

old, he still looked very young, with not an ounce of excess fat on his body. At a glance, one could tell he was a trained

fighter .

"Ju'er, come in and change your clothes," he commanded softly.

"Yes, Master."

The maid who was massaging his back quickly took off all her clothes, like a leaf falling into a large wooden tub.

She knelt down, the water level just level with her nipples. With her nimble little hands, she scooped the chieftain's penis out of the water

and put it in her mouth, everything she did was so natural, light, and skillful.

The dark and soft penis quickly swelled up, sliding from her teeth to her throat. Ju'er's

tongue , coiled and danced, while her penis rhythmically moved in and out of her lips.

"Well done," Talandoje uttered slowly.

Ju'er's beautiful face flushed, and a few drops of sweat trickled down her forehead. The glans in her mouth swelled infinitely

.

"Get up, turn around."

At Talandoje's command, Ju'er turned around, her hands gripping the edge of the wooden tub, her buttocks raised high,

her two large breasts drooping like suddenly ripened fruit. Her vulva opened slightly, her thick, pink labia

glistening with a few droplets of moisture.

Talandoje's withered hand traced up her inner thighs, and when he touched her anus, his index finger slowly sank

in, gently thrusting in and out. Ju'er showed no sign of pain, as if she was already used to this caress.

"Master..." she moaned, her lower body secreting pleasurable fluids.

"Indeed becoming more and more sensitive, all my years of hard work have been worthwhile!" Talandoje smiled with satisfaction, his hand

movements becoming increasingly intense, so fast that they were almost invisible.

"Ah...ah...Master...it's so itchy..."

Ju'er's moans were neither loud nor soft, but strangely alluring. Talandoje stood up and

inserted his penis into her anus without any resistance. Ju'er's right hand rubbed against her vulva,

perfectly in sync with the clan leader's thrusting.

Long ago, Talandoje had told her that a woman who could make herself happy was a wise

woman. Since then, she had abandoned all resistance and wholeheartedly performed every

action that brought her pleasure. With her inner knot untied, her body was desperately thirsty. One day,

when , desire surged forth like a tidal wave, and every night thereafter was filled with restlessness.

As the tingling sensation in Ju'er's anus intensified, the stimulation of her clitoris became more and more distinct. A warm current burst forth from her

internal organs and quickly flowed through her entire body, the pleasure of orgasm making her feel briefly suffocated.

Her teeth marks were left on the edge of the wooden tub.

"Ah!"

Talandoje ejaculated countless drops of semen into Ju'er's anus, his face twitching before slowly

regaining its composure. A moment later, Ju'er, now calm, turned back to Talandoje with a seductive smile, then nestled

into his arms like a swallow.

Talandoje gently stroked her hair and said to the two maids who were fetching water, "Bring me my

clothes ."

"Master..." Ju'er called softly.

"Still calling me Master? Are you really a maid?" Talandoje asked with a smug smile.

"Father," Ju'er gently punched his chest with her small fist for a while.

After they finished changing, Ju'er returned to her boudoir. Talandoje also returned to his bedroom and saw

his wife sitting at the table, her brow furrowed.

"Look at you, tomorrow is Ju'er's special day, why are you always so gloomy?"

His wife only snapped out of her reverie upon hearing her husband's voice.

"Sigh, I just don't feel right. Zhang Sheng is very learned and handsome, but I always feel he

lacks a bit of manliness and is a bit of a wimp."

"Isn't fighting and killing enough? What's wrong with marrying into a scholarly family? Besides, they live with us

, who would dare to bully them?"

"It's all over now, as long as Ju'er is satisfied."

As the lady turned away, a sly smile, barely perceptible to others, appeared on Talando Zhe's face.

(IV)

The boy held Ye Nanzhen's wrist with both hands, swinging it back and forth like a rattle,

then shook his own hand and asked blankly, "I can't see anything special about your wrist, it's so

hard."

Ye Nanzhen said, "Young man, go and get some firewood from the fire."

The boy obediently brought over a piece of wood that was neither too long nor too short.

Ye Nanzhen raised his hand and said, "Watch closely."

The piece of wood spun around on Ye Nanzhen's wrist, as if attracted by a magnet, flipping and turning with each

movement, never leaving his wrist.

"Amazing!" the boy exclaimed.

"Amazing, isn't it? Don't just watch for nothing! Get me a pot of wine!"

"Okay!" The boy's excited and happy expression hadn't faded before he was already outside the door.

"Hey, wait until the wind dies down a bit..." Ye Nanzhen said, but it was too late.

The people in the inn looked at each other, a smile spreading across their faces.

Hu Changma asked, "Did you really train your wrist like that?"

Ye Nanzhen rolled his eyes at him and said, "Two years ago, I learned it from that street performer."

Laughter erupted in the room.

"That little guy is hilarious. I only just discovered today that I can laugh," Hu Changma exclaimed.

"Yeah, if it were my son..." Ge Si's words trailed off as the others pretended to go to sleep.

Ge Si wisely shut his mouth, but feeling a bit aggrieved, he continued, "

What do you bunch of bachelors know?"

Still, no one paid him any attention.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly rang out outside, mingled with the sound of the wind, rushing in.

"What the hell is this weather!"

With a crisp sound, a young girl walked in. Two people followed behind her. Ye Nanzhen's face darkened upon seeing

them .

"Ah, someone's here. Excuse me, it's too windy outside, could you please take shelter here?"

The girl spoke politely, but she showed no politeness whatsoever,

walking in as if it were her own home. However, neither of the two people behind her moved; they were staring at Ye Nanzhen.

"Isn't that the ruthless 'Poison Eye' Han Duan? And isn't that 'Green Stone Wolf' Zhalichi behind him

?" Ye Nanzhen teased.

"To see Ye Liutan here is truly an honor," Han Duan said coldly.

"Poison Eye" Han Duan was one of the top experts in the Central Plains. His eyes were unusually peculiar; one eye always

looked at people askance. Especially when killing, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, and he was ruthless, hence the nickname "Poison Eye."

Zhalichi was the top expert of the Heyue Clan, notoriously greedy. Wherever he went,

his purpose was always the same: money.

"Ye Liutan, Ye Nanzhen, Master Ye!" the girl exclaimed, her face filled with undisguised surprise.

Before Ye Nanzhen could answer, the door opened, and the young man walked in carrying a wine jar.

"Master Ye, your wine." But when he saw the girl, he stopped everything,

seemingly mesmerized.

(V)

The Xima tribe is a passionate people, and they despise the cold and rational Talan tribe. Here, as long as

the weather is good, there are always groups of people gathering to drink and gamble, and girls singing and dancing. So nighttime is the liveliest and most carefree time

here . Everyone comes out of their homes after a busy day, and there will always be a place for you

to gather and have some fun with everyone.

But in one room, two people sat quietly, looking preoccupied. The two

were not young, and they were none other than the Xima chieftain Soda and the head of the Menklu Fangtai tribe.

"Brother Suo, five years have passed, are you still holding a grudge?"

"Sigh, after all, he's my sworn brother. It's also my fault for being too impulsive."

Lu Fangtai frowned and said, "I've always suspected someone was stirring things up, most likely that

old scoundrel Talando Zhe."

Suoda nodded and said, "I've been thinking about this for years, but Brother Li didn't defend himself. So

many people in the tribe wanted to kill him. At that time, it was really..."

The two fell silent again. Recalling painful events was like rubbing salt into a wound; every time they faced it,

the pain was excruciating. After a long while, Suoda's gaze seemed to drift into the distance.

"Ronghua must hate us to death. I'll never forget her eyes. A young girl of sixteen, with such

resentful and desperate eyes... Sigh... I wonder how she is now. She must be a young woman now."

"Father, Uncle Lu, what are you talking about? Let's go out for a drink!"

A tall and robust young man walked in. He was Suoda's only son—Suo Zhan. He was now

one of the Seven Warriors of the Xima tribe and the pride of the tribe.

"Let's go. By the way, when was our last border battle with Taran?" Soda asked.

"Three years ago, in early winter, we utterly thrashed them. When have they ever

won ?" Sozhan answered with no small amount of pride.

What he said was true; the free-spirited Xima tribe was more warlike. The rational Taran, on the other hand, valued culture more, and in most

battles , the Xima were victorious.

"Three years... such a long period of peace is rare," Lu Fangtai also found it a bit strange.

Soda patted his son's shoulder, straightened his clothes, and said, "Let's go, let's go for a drink."

Stepping outside, a gust of wind blew by, and Soda's right eye twitched violently for no apparent reason!

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