【The allure of that fleeting moment】(9)

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Chapter Nine

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at its tail. Day after day I think of you, yet I cannot see you, though we both drink from the Yangtze. When will this water cease flowing?

When will this sorrow end? I only wish your heart were like mine, then my longing would not be in vain." The soft

, melodious voice of a female singer drifted from the front building, accompanied by the panpipes, sounding plaintive and deeply moving.

At this moment, large beads of sweat rolled down Wei Feng's face; his face twitched uncontrollably,

his teeth clenched, clearly enduring immense pain.

That day in the Jin Kui Stone Chamber, Wei Feng was severely injured. Hao Lianxin used his supreme internal energy to heal him,

granting him decades of newfound power, but also transmitting the rare poison "Heart-Destroying Grass" to Wei Feng.

The moon was high in the sky, a bright and beautiful full moon night, precisely the time when the poison would take effect. Coupled with his repeated injuries,

internal and external ailments raged within him. Even a tough man like him couldn't withstand the torment, and he had already fainted and

awoke several times.

He struggled to swallow three more Shaolin Temple Qinglu Jiuxin Pills, then sat cross-legged and circulated his Qi through the body. A surge of Qi rose from his

spine along the Du meridian to the top of his head, passing through the Baihui and Shangxing acupoints to his forehead,

then down to the Renzhong acupoint between his eyebrows. His tongue touched the upper palate, forming a bridge, and then continued down from the Chengjiang acupoint, along the Ren meridian, passing the Tanzhong acupoint between his breasts, Shangwan,

Zhongwan, Xiawan, Shenque, Qihai, Guanyuan, Zhongji, to the Huiyin acupoint, then back to the Changqiang acupoint, before

returning up the Du meridian from his back. This cycle repeated endlessly.

He seemed to have entered a chaotic world, hazy and boundless,

with a scorching sphere spinning and burning in his dantian. Gradually, he forgot the pain all over his body, as if returning to

his mother's womb , a place of peace and tranquility, free from worldly troubles, grudges, and passions.

*** *** ***

*** As a vice leader of the Holy Light Sect, Chu Tianshu was not happy; his goals were far beyond this.

For generations, the Chu and Wei families had supported each other, sharing joys and sorrows, and fighting side by side. It wasn't until the last generation that the two families

were freed from slavery, able to enter the inner sanctum and make a name for themselves among the heroes of the martial world.

Today, he once again refused the lavish banquet offered by Sect Leader Zhou Jian, and wandered aimlessly to

the Tiao Ma the most wondrous and perilous place on Bright Peak. The jagged rocks stood like wolf teeth, the steep cliffs made the path difficult to traverse, and the two

sheer cliffs were like carved faces. The whistling wind was like the wailing of ghosts, truly a scene of utter desolation.

Chu Tianshu turned left and right again, rounding several bends, and suddenly his eyes lit up. There was a small bridge over a flowing stream,

a

winding path with secluded railings, birdsong and fragrant flowers, and swirling mist. He stopped and stood quietly for a moment, slowly channeling his energy into a stone wall. Suddenly, the wall opened,

revealing several steps leading down to the top. At the top of the steps, he saw only a few thatched cottages, a stream in front, and several

tall Surrounding them were towering peaks, covered in green moss, with ancient cypress and pine trees intertwined in verdant splendor.

Chu Tianshu gently pushed open the slightly ajar door. A woman with an incredibly graceful figure, dressed in black, stood beneath a green bamboo window,

gazing into the distance. Several white cranes cried out, soaring into the sky.

Only here, all grand ambitions and lofty aspirations crumble to dust, all heroic sentiments vanish.

The woman slowly turned around, her face veiled, yet unable to conceal the deep sorrow and

melancholy .

She lay quietly on the wisteria bed, her beautiful eyes closed, uttering not a word.

Chu Tianshu knelt before her, slowly removing her veil, carefully examining her exquisite face.

Time had left no trace on her; her skin remained as delicate and white as a young girl's, yet she

possessed a mature charm and allure that a young woman lacked.

"Please, talk to me for a moment, even just one sentence!"

he murmured. "You know, I would do anything for you. You

are the love of my life!"

He gently kissed her smooth forehead, her long eyelashes shimmering in her starry eyes, her high, straight nose, and her naturally red

lips.

He was intoxicated.

But he hated it so much! He could touch her warm body, feel her soft breath, but he

still couldn't win her heart!

"I knew you before him, yes! But why did you fall in love with him?"

He kissed her sweet, fragrant lips tightly, but those passive lips held no passion.

"Yes, in that springtime in Jiangnan, I saw you, and I fell in love with you. You were only

sixteen , so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. You wore a pale yellow gauze dress, holding a bamboo flute, sitting

in the wealthy Jin's Liaofeng Pavilion, stunning everyone present."

He buried his face between her firm breasts, deeply inhaling her natural fragrance, like musk.

"I remember, that day you played 'Xiao Xiang Shui Yun,' so fresh and ethereal, the melody melodious and lingering, captivating all who beheld

it."

When the black robe was removed, Chu Tianshu's eyes shone with a piercing light. His naked body was

breathtakingly Instantly, his breathing became rapid and labored, making it hard to believe that this was

the martial arts master who struck fear into the hearts of all the heroes of the Jianghu.

He stepped back several paces, his eyes wide with fury, pupils dilated. Suddenly, he cried out and lunged forward, kissing

and caressing her dazzling body relentlessly. Although her body was numb and motionless, like a zombie,

this did not diminish Chu Tianshu's already unleashed passion.

He kissed her high, firm breasts, deeply sucking on the two trembling, dripping nipples. After a long while, he

slowly downwards, following the exquisite curves, stopping at the lush pubic hair. He stared blankly at the delicate mound,

and suddenly a few drops of clear dew appeared on her mons pubis. Tears welled in Chu Tianshu's eyes, involuntarily spilling from them.

His long tongue plunged deep into that secluded paradise, teasing and probing with endless variations, anticipating

her sweet nectar of passion.

But he was disappointed!

She lay there quietly, letting people touch her, her breathing perfectly even, her heart undisturbed,

like Guanyin in meditation, completely still.

She had long since given up hope!

More than ten years ago, when she heard the devastating news of her husband, her heart had become like withered wood. Regardless of the changing world, the

vicissitudes of , she remained as calm as an ancient well; one could say she was already a living dead.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me!"

Chu Tianshu roared, his voice piercing the sky, startling the surrounding crows into flight and causing them to caw noisily.

"Don't you want to hear about your son's whereabouts? Beg me, and I'll tell you."

He changed tactics; he knew that someone she still clung to in this world would disturb her tranquil heart.

She blinked, then fell silent again.

Chu Tianshu was in despair.

He stripped off all his clothes, pulled out his gleaming black spear, and plunged it into the vulva that haunted his

dreams It was still warm inside, as long as she was alive. Although she was middle-aged, her

skin was still delicate, her muscles smooth, and her waist without an ounce of fat.

Chu Tianshu pressed down on her firm breasts, thrusting his hips relentlessly, as if trying to pierce them.

He roared, thrusting hundreds of times, but due to a lack of coordination, he still couldn't find satisfaction.

He pulled out his long spear, the glans still dripping with saliva. He lifted her stiff body, pressing her legs

against her chest, and suddenly thrust into her anus. Without any prelude, he anticipated her painful groans,

even the slightest sound.

However, what awaited him was nothing but despair.

He thrust wildly, imagining the enchanting spring scenery of boating with her on the Five Lakes, her riding on his body,

swaying with the gentle waves, her body trembling, her tight honey hole tightly gripping his long penis,

her face displaying a passionate, almost ecstatic, desire.

He ejaculated.

*** *** ***

*** Luo Jiasheng of Luoyang, Henan, had always been an ally and close friend of Marquis Jingzhong, Zhan Yu.

Years ago, when Marquis Jingzhong was ordered to lead an expedition against the northern barbarians and supplies were running low, it was Luo Jiasheng who traveled a thousand miles to deliver timely aid,

rescuing the soldiers trapped on Mount Kapok on a snowy night. The two immediately became sworn brothers.

It was early August, the autumn wind was cool, a few leaves of the paulownia tree were falling, and the osmanthus flowers in the backyard of Qiuyue Nunnery were in full bloom.

This Qiuyue Nunnery had always been the property of Marquis Jingzhong, but because Zhan Yu's mother was a devout Buddhist and always prayed to Buddha, and Zhan Yu also

liked the quiet and elegant atmosphere of the place, he purchased it to increase his mother's good deeds.

Luo Jiasheng had three sons: Luo Xiu, Luo Zhen, and Luo Lie. His youngest son, Luo Lie

, was killed by a young man in white while offering incense at the White Horse Temple in Luoyang. He died peacefully, with a single sword aura on his chest, indicating a swift and fatal death. Everyone believed

it was Wei Feng of the Demonic Sect who killed him.

That day at Luofeng Slope in southern Shanxi, Luo Xiu and his younger brother Luo Zhen, along with many masters from the righteous path, had trapped Wei Feng. They fought fiercely for

over three hours. Although Luo Xiu severely injured Wei Feng with his family's secret technique, "Seven Petals of Plum Blossom," Wei Feng still managed to break

through . Thinking of this, Luo Xiu was filled with resentment.

This day, Luo Xiu was sent by his father to the capital to celebrate the birthday of Zhan Yu's mother. Hearing that the osmanthus flowers at Qiuyue Nunnery were in full bloom,

he decided to go and admire them.

The back garden of Qiuyue Nunnery was about a hundred acres wide, with osmanthus trees planted along both sides of the walls. There were estimated to be one or two thousand trees, their shades of

yellow and white , all in full bloom.

A poem praises this flower: "The flower has one name, but comes in two colors: tender red, enchanting white, and delicate yellow. In the clear autumn scenery, after the rain and in

the cool breeze, the fragrance of orchids and musk wafts for miles around the countryside. Its elegance is truly captivating. When it blooms naturally, butterflies and bees are not allowed to flutter about. Alone

, I drink wine and admire the moonlight, asking the flower goddess, 'Who is the central authority?' It inspires poets to compose verses. Many talented scholars vie to pluck

its blossoms, and Chang'e (the Moon Goddess) describes three kinds of fragrance: the top scholar's red, the second-place scholar's yellow, and the third-place scholar's white."

The Autumn Moon Hermitage does not restrict visitors; the garden is teeming with people, all sitting on the ground under the osmanthus trees, singing and drinking

heartily creating a lively atmosphere.

Luo Xiu and his retainers, having enjoyed the sights for a while, were about to return to the Marquis of Jingzhong's residence when a

woman in red emerged from under a half-grown osmanthus tree. Her figure was graceful, her demeanor elegant, and her eyes and brows possessed a natural charm.

Luo Xiu was stunned, thinking, "The capital is indeed different from other places; even the young women here are more alluring."

He saw the young woman smile slightly, her gaze glancing sideways, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, in his direction. Even though Luo Xiu was

nearing middle age, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

He took a few quick steps forward. Osmanthus blossoms fell before him, their fragrance wafting for miles. The young woman bowed slightly to him, her clothes fluttering,

her figure graceful. A rich, musky fragrance seemed to fill the air. His heart ached. He watched as the woman's slender waist swayed, her silk stockings

stirring up dust, until she was already far away.

Luo Xiu stood motionless for a long time, his body still frozen. His retainers, seeing him still standing there in a daze, couldn't help but find it amusing.

One of his trusted men stepped forward and gently touched him, saying, "Young Master, let's go back."

But then Luo Xiu's body slowly collapsed, blood seeping from his seven orifices. The retainers were shocked and rushed over, checking his breath;

he was dead.

"The arrowhead leaves wither at the western bay, the lotus flowers bloom but he has not returned.

My dreams never leave the river, people say my lover is on Phoenix Mountain."

A woman in red stood quietly by the Maple Leaf Bridge, her beautiful eyes filled with endless sorrow and grief. Her lover's

misunderstanding could not diminish her longing, which had only deepened over time.

"My love, my sister and I have severed all ties. The rivers and seas are vast, and I only think of you.

Where are you?"

This woman was He Yunfang. That day in Peach Blossom Village, she angrily severed her

sisterly bond with He Yunfen, who had betrayed her, and left with her son Nianlang.

Thinking her son was too young to wander the martial world with her, she entrusted him to a private tutor in Jiangnan.

The tutor's son had been seriously ill years before, and she had saved his life; he was deeply grateful to her. Besides, he

wasn't martial artist, relieving her of any worries.

He Yunfen tracked Wei Feng's movements, from Jiangnan to Jiangbei, from Hexi to Hedong, but

lost sight of him near the capital, as if he had vanished from the face of the earth.

Thinking her lover was a charming and amorous man, she wondered if he was hiding in a brothel. She secretly

searched dozens of brothels in the capital, but found no trace of him.

That very day, she went to Maiji Temple to offer incense, only to find a large, bustling crowd ahead. It turned out that Marquis Jingzhong and his family had just returned from

their Buddhist pilgrimage . Accompanying them was a man dressed in a blue robe and turban, with a dignified appearance and prominent temples, clearly

a martial arts expert. A gleaming silver short spear was tucked behind his back.

She later learned that he was Luo Xiu, the eldest son of the Luo family from Luoyang, Henan. This stirred up her

longing and her deep hatred for the person who had harmed him.

Unbeknownst to her, her actions inadvertently disrupted a long-planned conspiracy, drawing her

into a dramatic yet bloody court intrigue.

Meanwhile, dozens of miles away at the Marquis of Jingzhong's residence, the room was solemn. Luo Xiu's body lay in

the center , his expression serene, clearly having died without pain.

"My lord," the speaker said, "Young Master Luo has been poisoned by a rare and deadly poison, 'A Branch of Red Dew-Infused Fragrance.' This poison, attached to

that Soul-Sealing Needle, travels through all eight meridians, instantly taking a life."

The speaker, with a handsome face, a long beard, and an air of calm composure, was known in the martial arts world as "The Healer Who Can't Kill,"

his surname being Sima, and his given name simply Tu.

Seeing Zhan Yu remain unmoved, Sima Tu continued, "There are fewer than ten masters of needlework in the martial world; we

can start there. As for the poison, I think we'll trouble Brother Tang to help us find some."

A tall, burly middle-aged man stood up and said, "Tang Fang is naturally willing to serve Your Excellency."

Tang Fang came from the Tang family of Sichuan and was quite knowledgeable about poisons.

Zhan Yu's square face remained impassive, but he slowly nodded and said, "Thank you all."

(To be continued)

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