Ning Zhongze of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang schools, and Linghu Chong, chapters 27-28

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After posting this far, I've found that the initial setup is still more popular. Thinking about it, it makes sense. With non-erotic scenes, I can freely develop different ideas and satisfy everyone's curiosity. However, erotic scenes are basically all the same; it's too difficult to write something new, and it needs to fit the characters' traits. The control over word choice is also much higher than with non-erotic scenes.

Most importantly, after the act, in many people's minds, the purpose of reading the story has been achieved.

Wuxia novels don't have stockings, high heels, or sexy lingerie, so I'll try to put more effort into the environment and positions. Finally, I wish everyone a happy Children's Day.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

: Early the next morning, the man left the inn and didn't return until noon. As night fell and the town fell into a deep, silent stillness, the door to the side room of the courtyard creaked open, and two men in black quietly emerged.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, the man paid his bill, tossed a silver ingot to the waiter, and said, "Waiter, my wife seems to have caught a cold last night. Go and buy me a carriage; I need to leave this morning, so hurry!"

The waiter, seeing the silver, bought two carriages, his face beaming with joy. He quickly went off and returned with a carriage.

The man first tossed a heavy bundle onto the carriage, then attentively helped the beautiful woman to the carriage. She glanced at him sideways, then lazily boarded the carriage. The man sat on the frame, cracked his whip, and soon they were far away.

No sooner had the carriage left than chaos erupted at the home of Huang, the town's richest man. Huang cried out in despair, "Oh dear, those damned robbers! My silver, my gold ingots! You there, why aren't you reporting this to the authorities? I'll dock your wages..."

Around noon, an officer arrived at Huang's mansion with several soldiers. The officer was a burly man with a full beard. He said sternly, "Damn it, who reported this to the authorities?"

Master Huang hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sir, it was I who reported it."

The officer's face darkened. "What is your name?"

Master Huang bowed slightly and said with a sheepish smile, "My name is Huang Shiren. May I ask your honorable name, sir?"

A soldier beside him said, "This is our newly appointed guerrilla general, General Wu Tiande."

General Wu said, "Master Huang, why did you report this to the authorities? Was your family murdered, or were the women in your family raped, or something else?"

Master Huang's face contorted, thinking, "What kind of mouth is this?" But he dared not show it and honestly replied: "Last night, robbers broke into my house and stole five hundred taels of silver and thirty taels of gold..."

Wu Tiande sneered, thinking to himself, "Damn it, this old guy is so rich, I'll have to take a cut." He

simply said "Oh," then wandered around the room where the incident occurred before casually sitting down in a grand chair, sipping tea, and leisurely inquiring about the case from Master Huang.

General Wu rambled on, and the topic gradually drifted to women and how to amass wealth. Master Huang was extremely anxious, but dared not neglect the official. He patiently chatted with him when a fragrant breeze blew in, and a young woman rushed in, crying to Master Huang, "Master, my pearl hairpin that I left on my dressing table is gone! You must help me!"

Master Huang's face darkened, and he scolded, "Women shouldn't be crying like this! General Wu is here to help us. Don't be silly, you must leave now!" General Wu

's spirits lifted at the scent of perfume. He looked up and saw a young woman before him, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She had an oval face, delicate eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and bright, clear skin. Her skin was smooth and fair, her waist slender, and her figure curvaceous. Her two firm breasts seemed about to burst from her clothes, exuding an alluring charm. She was like a blooming peony. His eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "I never thought there would be such a beautiful young woman in this remote place. This old man is so lucky. What a waste of a beautiful flower! Tsk tsk..."

He puffed out his chest, stood up imposingly, grinned, and said to the young woman, "This lady must be Madam Huang." But his eyes darted to the young woman's high breasts, and he felt a slight itch in his heart.

Master Huang hurriedly said, "General, your eyes are discerning! This is indeed my Lady Ru."

General Wu stared intently at Lady Ru and said, "Lady, don't be anxious. Once I catch the robber, I will certainly recover the stolen goods and send them to your residence. Your hairpin will be yours."

Lady Ru felt a pang of embarrassment at his lecherous gaze and replied, "Then thank you very much, General Wu. I await your good news." General Wu quickly stepped forward, supporting Lady Ru and giving her small hand a squeeze.

Stepping out of the room, she saw the general still lecherously staring at her. Remembering her earlier flirtation, Lady Ru blushed and glared at him. But then she saw the general blink several times, seemingly teasing her. Her heart pounded, and she quickly took small steps away.

General Wu chuckled inwardly, thinking, "This young lady is quite interesting. I should come here often..." He sat back in his armchair, his face darkening again. Master Huang carefully accompanied him, but saw that the general's eyes were glazed over, and he remained silent for a long time.

The general was very unhappy recently. More than a year ago, he spent a lot of money to obtain the position of a military officer in Quanzhou, Fujian, but he was robbed by a martial arts master on his way to his post. This had always been a great humiliation to him. Losing money was a small matter, but losing his official post was a big deal. He had almost exhausted his family fortune to save his life, but he was demoted to this small place. Of course, his official position was still that of a guerrilla, and it was good that he hadn't lost his post. How could the general be happy about this? He had to start all over again to build up his wealth!

Seeing that Wu Tiande had not spoken for a long time, Master Huang couldn't help but ask, "I wonder if the general..."

Wu Tiande looked at him, still not speaking, but his right thumb and forefinger were rapidly twisting back and forth. The

spring

sunshine felt warm on his skin. Linghu Chong drove the cart northward, and saw lush green trees lining both sides of the official road, with countless wildflowers blooming in vibrant colors. His spirits lifted, and he cracked his whip, belting out a song: "Silly handsome fellow, my brother! Let's make two of us from a lump of clay. One for you, one for me, so lifelike; so we can lie together in bed..." Just as he was singing, a long, strong leg suddenly emerged from the front window of the cart and kicked him in the back. At the same time, a clear voice scolded, "Linghu Chong, what nonsense are you singing?"

Linghu Chong turned and smiled, "Senior sister, I was afraid you'd be lonely on the ride, so I sang a song for you."

The person in the cart, upon hearing the word "ride," suddenly felt embarrassed and angry. She kicked him twice more, saying, "You still dare to say 'ride,' you still dare to say 'ride,' if it weren't for you last night..."

Ning, taking advantage of a clear, moonlit night, sneaked into the Huang family's house to borrow money, only to find the Huang family and his concubine entwined in bed. Although their performance was far less exciting than the passionate and harmonious act they had staged, both were witnessing such acts for the first time. Dazed, they squatted outside the window and watched the entire scene before realizing their purpose was to borrow money, not to witness lust. Ning... Unwilling to enter the house, Linghu Chong went in alone, knocked out the person on the bed, took the money, and also stole Madam Ru's pearl hairpin, which he then used as a pretext to place in Ning's bed. Later, passing through a quiet, secluded grove of trees, Linghu Chong finally succumbed to his lust. After a few moments of arousal, he pushed Ning's body down in the grove.

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