【Sun and Moon Slash】

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Time
: September 16th;
Location: Zhengfeng Manor;
Duel: Hua Duiying and Yang Wuke;
Stake: One against one.
Hua Duiying sat quietly in a guest room at Zhengfeng Manor, gently wiping the "Nine-Turn Throat-Sealing Sword," a weapon that had killed

countless .
In the martial arts world, there are many aristocratic families whose ancestors endured hardship and overcame numerous obstacles to establish their careers, earning

them generations of respect in the martial arts world. However, some scions of these families refused to live under the protection of their ancestors; they

wanted to carve out their own path with their own hands.
Hua Duiying was one such family. Born into the prestigious Hua family, the most powerful family in Jiangnan, he ran away from home at the age of eight,

wandering . At ten, he went alone to Kunlun Mountain, kneeling in the snow for three days and three nights before finally becoming

a disciple of "Sword Master." He debuted at sixteen, defeating Hui Moxing, a top master of the third generation of Wudang, within ten moves, instantly becoming famous throughout the land.

From then on his fame was unstoppable, and countless figures from both the righteous and the wicked perished at his hands. After taking over the "Hua Mansion" at the age of twenty-five

, almost no one dared to provoke or cause trouble there, making the "Hua Mansion

" the most watched martial arts world in Jiangnan.
According to Qiu Xiazi, the head of Wudang, Hua Duiying's "Heart-Stealing Sword Technique," combined with his sect's "Nine Turns

Double Flight , meant "his future was limitless."
Now thirty-five, Hua Duiying's martial arts hadn't slackened at all; on the contrary, they had become increasingly refined. Like

a young man enjoyed seeking thrills, and he had been eagerly anticipating his battle with Yang Wuke for a long time.
"Today is the fifteenth, and he hasn't come yet. Where could he be?"
Hua Duiying wondered to himself.
*** *** *** ***
Sunlight streamed through the gauze window, illuminating the longsword and casting a shimmering glow. Yang Wuke stared at it, seemingly mesmerized.

Everything was pitch black before him; there was no sound, only the beating of his own heart…
"Creak," a sliver of light suddenly appeared ahead—a door had opened. She stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed

on him, drawing him in involuntarily.
"Don't cry, don't cry!"
But the more he spoke, the larger her tears became, falling and kicking up dust. He reached out to grab her,

but she suddenly flew away. Suddenly, the surroundings became as cold as the dead of winter, making his teeth chatter

.
His heart ached, as if being stabbed…
"Don't leave me!"
Yang Wuke cried out, sitting up, his clothes soaked with sweat.
This was in a cave filled with traps; only here could Yang Wuke sleep soundly, and only here

would he have the same dream again and again.
The woman in his dream was his childhood playmate; when they parted forever, he was twelve and she was ten.
It was a moonless night; a band of thieves plundered their village. He only remembered people everywhere, shouts

everywhere , and the blazing firelight illuminating the night. He pulled her into the bushes, and

before lay the village chief's mangled head.
He covered her mouth, but someone spotted them anyway. He grabbed the man's leg, urging him to run.

A sword cleaved down, and half his body went numb. In his final moments, he watched the man...
She was a beautiful, gentle-looking girl.
"What a beautiful girl, looks only fifteen or sixteen,"
the robber thought, admiring her.
"Long, black hair down her back, and a high, firm bottom..."
Suddenly, the robber was overcome with lust, wanting to kiss her. He approached the girl from behind, gently stroking her

hair . The girl was startled, not knowing how to escape! The man reached out and touched her buttocks. His right hand remained

on her soft bottom, sometimes stroking, sometimes kneading.
The girl was gradually forced into a corner, with nowhere to hide, and could only endure his humiliation. After caressing the girl's buttocks,

he hugged her tightly from behind, wrapping his arms around her front to assault her breasts. He then pressed his body against her

back, rubbing his genitals against her buttocks. The girl twisted her body, trying to break free, but he only

tightened his embrace, his lust growing ever stronger.
The girl could only hear the lecherous man groaning from behind. Seeing that she couldn't move, he took the opportunity to lightly kiss her

neck and earlobes, arousing strange sensations in her.
Just as the girl began to feel aroused, she suddenly felt some warm liquid dripping onto her thigh and smelled

a strong, fishy odor. Realizing something was wrong, she pushed him away forcefully.
When she turned around to look, she saw a fleshy, strip-shaped object protruding from the crotch of his shorts, with

some white, sticky liquid spurting from its tip.
It turned out that the man had already pulled his genitals out of his shorts and used them to rub against the girl's

buttocks . The girl was terrified by the sight before her. She suddenly bit the thief's wrist hard, trying to seize the opportunity to

escape.
Consumed by lust, the man, though in pain, was further aroused by the girl's alluring beauty. How could he not

let his prey escape so easily? He immediately decided to thoroughly ravage her. Male semen

flowed freely…
The man was overjoyed. He immediately grabbed her from behind, pressed a knife against her waist, and

dragged her back to the bedroom.
Before the girl could recover from her shock, he had already pinned her to the bed and gagged her with a cloth. He then turned her over and

tied her hands behind her back. The girl turned around and saw his bloodshot eyes and rapid breathing. Knowing he was about to violate her

, she shook her head and twisted her body, her bright, watery black eyes pleading.

But the man felt no pity; instead, her pitiful appearance only intensified his

sense of conquest.
The thief first made the girl lie on her back on the bed, then climbed on top of her, kissing her cheeks passionately. The girl's head

was grabbed , leaving her no way to escape. She could only close her eyes and silently endure the abuse. After the man finished his frenzied kiss, he

left a large amount of saliva on her cheeks.
Then the robber shifted his gaze to the girl's upper body, first reaching down to her back and slowly pulling down her

upper garment from the front. He then tore open her underwear from the chest, finally revealing her genitals.

Her breasts were clearly visible, and her alluring cleavage was also clearly discernible.
The thief admired her for a while, then lewdly chuckled, reaching down to the girl's back to unhook

her bra and remove it.
Seeing her delicate yet full breasts, the robber's appetite surged. He began to fondle her soft,

elastic , then pinched her nipples with his fingers.
Although the girl's breasts weren't large, they quickly swelled after his ministrations, the nipples

hardening and turning from a light pink to a bright red.
"What a fun thing,"
the thief kept saying. The girl's erotic nerves were stimulated, her body numb and her head spinning;

she probably couldn't hear the praise.
After playing with the girl's upper body, the robber reached under her dress and caressed her thighs.
The girl instinctively tried to close her legs to stop the lecherous advance, but the previous caresses had already

aroused her desire. The young girl, in the throes of puberty and having never had physical contact with a boy before,

was utterly defenseless against the intense teasing. She was already aroused, her mind filled with lust, her body weak and her legs unable to move.
"Such smooth thighs,"
a compliment, now uttered by the lecherous thief, became a vulgar, obscene utterance. Unable to cover

her ears , the girl could only close her eyes.
Seeing her lack of resistance, the man wantonly caressed her inner thighs, then moved his fingers

to the very end, touching her genitals through her underwear.
Soon, the girl began to feel a wetness.
"Look! What's this again?"
the thief exclaimed, feigning surprise. His tone made the girl curious, and she opened her eyes to see.
The thief pulled his hand from under her skirt and held it in front of her. Although the light coming through the window

wasn't strong, the girl could clearly see that his fingertips were coated with a clear, sticky substance.
Without being asked, it was obvious that when the girl was aroused, her vagina involuntarily secreted a large amount of lubricating fluid, wetting her

panties and the other man's fingers.
The fact that she reacted so strongly to the teasing of a strange lecher, even secreting so much fluid

, filled her with immense humiliation and shame. She could only close her eyes again, pretending not to see anything.
Seeing the girl's shy and blushing face, the thug laughed lewdly, then

completely lifted her skirt and underskirt, removing her pink floral panties. He

then stroked her genitals with his fingers, playing with her pubic hair, causing a strange itching sensation in her genitals. Her weak legs swayed

unconsciously .
Suddenly, he stopped.
"Is it over?"
the girl thought, opening her eyes to look. She only saw him pulling down his pants, revealing his already

engorged and erect penis. Even the most naive girl knew what was about to happen.
"No, no!"
the girl cried out in her heart, feeling as if the world was about to end. Driven by the will to survive

, she somehow managed to bend over, get out of bed, and run out of the bedroom.
The man hadn't expected her to try to escape, and before he could react, she was out of the room. But he

quickly caught up, grabbed her long hair, dragged her back into the room, and angrily

pushed her onto the bed.
The girl kicked wildly in a last-ditch effort, but this only enraged the robber. He grabbed one

of face from the pain,

and her movements immediately stopped.
"If you try to escape again, I'll pluck all your pubic hairs out one by one, you hear me!"
the robber warned menacingly. The girl was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe.
"Did you hear me?!"
Seeing that the girl didn't react, the man yanked her pubic hair hard again, and the girl nodded quickly.
"Hmph! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."
The man said as he moved the girl's body. Under the man's lewd power, the girl had no choice but

to submit again, letting him do whatever he wanted.
The thief first made the girl lie on her back on the bed, with her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Then he placed a pillow

under her buttocks to elevate her vulva, making it easier to carry out his bestial rape. Next, he grabbed the girl's ankles with both hands,

forcibly pulled her legs apart, stood between her legs, and then lay on top of her. The girl's genitals were already

wet , so he easily inserted his penis into her vagina.
Suddenly, the girl felt as if a thick, hot iron rod had been inserted into her lower body, accompanied by a sharp

pain . Knowing she had lost her virginity, she struggled to free herself, but her hands were bound behind her back,

and the man was in a favorable position with his penis already inside her.

Her struggles not only failed to escape the violation but also stimulated the man's genitals, making him even more excited.
After inserting his penis into the girl's vagina, he firmly clamped her thighs under his armpits,

thrusting his hips in and out of her lower body with great force.
"Still trying to escape? You can't bear to leave me, can you?"
the kidnapper muttered to himself as he assaulted her. The girl's previous attempt to escape had enraged the man,

and he was still furious, hence his extremely rough thrusting as a way of venting his anger.
The poor girl was a virgin, her private parts untouched by anyone. Her vagina was narrow and its inner walls delicate.

Now, suddenly, a thick, hard object had penetrated her, not only breaking her hymen but also

causing severe damage to her vaginal walls due to the intense friction between the man's penis and her vaginal walls. Although the man's violent movements occasionally brought her

pleasure during intercourse, they could not mask the waves of pain caused by her injured vagina.
The girl couldn't help but shed tears again. The thief, however, felt no pity. Instead, he felt

a sense of accomplishment in possessing a pure young girl and thrust into her even more forcefully.
After a period of pleasure and torment, the girl felt his body convulse, followed by

the groan he made as he reached orgasm, while his penis simultaneously ejaculated inside her vagina.

A large amount of hot semen quickly filled the girl's lower body, with the excess flowing out from the gap between his penis and the vaginal opening.
After the climax, the man collapsed onto the girl, who felt his penis slowly soften,

though still throbbed. A moment later, he withdrew his penis, leaving her body.

The cold, foul fluids left inside, along with traces of blood from the ruptured hymen and damaged vaginal walls, slowly

seeped from the cracks, leaving a large pool of light red, cloudy mucus on the sheets, along with the girl's sweat.
Although he had violated the girl, the man was still burning with lust and wanted to have sex with her again,

so he didn't leave immediately but sat down to rest on the edge of the bed. However, he didn't let

her ; while resting, he inserted his fingers into her body again, gently scratching and probing her labia.
The girl's lower body was injured, her legs were weak, and she couldn't move, forced to endure the man's lewdness once more. But

thinking of she had been pure and innocent, now defiled by this shameless lecher, causing her immense

regret, she couldn't help but sob softly in sorrow.
After a period of rest, the man's penis became erect again, and he reached for the girl once more.
He first had the girl turn around and kneel on the bed, raising her buttocks, while he knelt behind her. Then he

pulled up the woman's skirt and underskirt, first caressing her smooth, snow-white, and round buttocks.
"What a beautiful anus,"
he thought to himself. He wasn't without anal sex experience, but this was the first time he had so carefully appreciated a woman

's beautiful little anus.
"So narrow, no wonder it felt so intense when I inserted my penis,"
the man secretly marveled at the Creator's skill.
After admiring it for a while, the man used his hands to push her buttocks apart, straightened his back, and

aimed his erect penis at the girl's anus. Having grown tired of playing with the girl's genitals, the man

was determined not to miss this gift from God.
The young, innocent girl knew nothing of sexual intercourse, let alone anal sex. She simply

thought the man was going to violate her buttocks, so she obediently raised her buttocks until the man

forcefully inserted the head of his penis into her small anus…
“Ouch, it hurts!”
The girl suddenly felt a sharp pain in her rear, reflexively trying to move forward to get rid of the hard object inside her anus. The

man quickly wrapped his hands around her abdomen, pulling her back forcefully, and thrusting his penis further forward,

successfully penetrating the girl's anus completely. The girl, overwhelmed by the pain, finally fainted.
The thief didn't care. He continued to hold the girl's slender waist tightly, moving her body and his own genitals around

as his penis continued to thrust in and out of her anus.
The anal passage is indeed narrower than the vagina, giving a more intense sensation, so the man quickly

reached orgasm, finally ejaculating a thin stream of semen into the girl's anus, and then placed her on the bed.
"I really want to take her away, then I can enjoy her slowly later."
The man reluctantly put his pants back on.
"I should take something as a souvenir, what should I take?"
Even her underwear and underskirt were soaked with the girl's fragrant sweat, the smell must be wonderful, but it wouldn't be easy

to take them off , and they couldn't be put in his pocket.
"These two are not bad either, they have a very strong musky smell."
The thief sniffed the girl's panties and bra, then put them in his pocket, suddenly

pulled out the sharp dagger behind him, and "swish" plunged it into the girl's vagina filled with semen. Instantly, a jet of bright red blood

gushed out, splattering on the thief's face and also on the slightly awakening Yang Wuke. The girl's head was pointing at

him, and in the blood, her gaze at him was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
The thieves set a fire and sped away...
In the end, Yang Wuke was rescued by "Dao Xiong," but the girl he deeply loved would forever remain a scene in his dreams!
Growing up with him. Driven by revenge, he practiced diligently, rarely sleeping, for he feared

seeing her tearful eyes.
"To master the 'Illuminating Blade Technique,' you must be ruthless, your heart as hard as iron. Only then can you unleash its full power!" "

Blade Hero" admonished him, relentlessly training him, slowly burying his compassion and cowardice. Finally, in a

duel, "Blade Hero's" blood stained his "Black Beauty" curved blade.
On his deathbed, "Blade Hero" said,
"Good...that seems right. Using my blood to cleanse your blade, it's not in vain that we were master and disciple. Alas, it's a

pity I won't see the day you dominate the world with your blade...this technique is always a little lacking, ah..."
"Blade Hero's" eyes suddenly brightened, but he didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. He then realized how much this old man

cared for him.
Yang Wuke shook his head, snapping out of his reverie, secretly laughing at his own sentimentality.
"This battle must be won, not lost!" he told himself.
Today is the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, seven days before the duel.
The
horses were ordinary, their coats a mottled mix, one even suffering from sores, its hair falling out and revealing

patches gray skin. The carriage was also old, its curtains faded from washing and whistling in the wind.
Yang Wuke had chosen the horses and carriage. Having decided to use a carriage, he didn't want anyone to notice him anymore; he

only wanted to conserve his energy and settle things with Hua Duiying.
It had rained recently, and the carriage bumped along the muddy road. Yang Wuke involuntarily

closed his eyes.
At twenty-five, he bid farewell to his master's grave and descended the mountain, his first act being to hunt down Feng Youyu.
Feng Youyu was a notorious bandit in the martial world, a murderer and thief, committing countless evils. Martial arts figures had repeatedly surrounded and attacked him,

but he had always cunningly escaped. But he shouldn't have targeted the daughter of the innkeeper, Wan Shan, and even broke in at night to rape her

.
In the evening, Wan Shan had finished work and was having a barbecue with his daughter. In a few days, it would be their daughter Fang's birthday. The dim

light of an oil lamp illuminated them, and the moon hung large and round in the sky. Suddenly, two men wielding knives appeared and

robbed them of their belongings. The taller robber tied Chen Sheng's hands behind his back, forced him to sit on the ground, and held a knife to his neck.

The shorter robber pushed Fang down, stuck a knife in the grass, and began to strip her clothes. As she struggled,

her clothes were removed piece by piece. Chen Sheng tried to resist, but one of the robbers lightly slashed his neck, and he finally dared not

move.
The short robber gazed at Afang's large, firm breasts, white with a hint of pink, her skin as white and delicate as snow,

her eyes round and large, clear and bright. He caressed Afang's full breasts, a lewd smile spreading

across his face, and then kissed them, causing her large breasts to heave violently!
Afang was quite attractive, tall and slender, and the short robber straddled her, his mouth directly against her large breasts.

Her breasts swayed violently as she struggled, further exciting the short robber, who sucked and gently bit them.

Suddenly, he bit down hard, causing her to scream in agony. At the same time, he spread her legs and

forcefully thrust his thick, hard penis inside her, Afang letting out a virgin's scream, as piercing as a pig being slaughtered in the middle of the night!
The short robber was overjoyed, leaning back, watching her terrified struggle, her enormous breasts swaying wildly, he was extremely excited

! The short robber was about to ejaculate, so he hurriedly grabbed her two large breasts with both hands, laughing and shouting,
"I'll crush you! I'll crush you!" Hot semen rushed into Afang's body until the robber's hands went limp. When he released her, ten finger marks
were left on her two snow-white breasts . She was on the verge of death, and the robber's semen flowed out of her lower body. 　　When the tall robber also wanted to enjoy himself, Chen Sheng could no longer endure it. He screamed wildly, and the two robbers could only flee . 　　Afang was in tears as she put her clothes back on. She untied Wanshan, and the two of them, as if it were the end of the world, didn't say a word for a long time. Finally, he silently helped her into the inner room and onto the bed. She just cried, and Wanshan irritably yelled at her. Afang finally lay down... 　　Wanshan lit a cigarette. He never dreamed that his daughter would be raped, and that he would witness it with his own eyes. Thinking of this, Wanshan had nothing to say. He closed the door and took off his clothes first. Then he tied a and hanged himself… 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　After hearing about this, Yang Wuke investigated and confirmed that the short bandit was indeed—Feng Youyu. How could he ignore it? So he haunted Feng Youyu like a persistent ghost. The two fought three times, with Feng Youyu taking a palm strike to the chest, a knife wound to the shoulder, and a leg kick to the ribs. Knowing he was no match, Feng Youyu began to flee. 　　The two traveled from beyond the Great Wall to the Western Regions, and then from the Western Regions to the wild lands of Yunnan. Feng Youyu tried several times to escape, but Yang Wuke saw through his tricks. In the dark, impenetrable tropical jungle, Yang Wuke's years of training gave him a great advantage . He had many opportunities to kill Feng Youyu, but he let them pass, instead slowly wearing him down. 　　Finally, after more than a hundred days of hunger and sleeplessness, the emaciated Feng Youyu ended his life with the sword in his hand . 　　This battle greatly boosted Yang Wuke's confidence, and he began his revenge. 　　He learned from various sources that the thief who raped and murdered his first love came from Yandang Mountain, so he patiently waited for his opportunity. Finally, six months later, during the Yandang Mountain bandit leader's birthday celebration and the grand "Hundred Beasts Feast," Yang Wuke, alone with his sword, stormed to the mountaintop. 　　The moment he entered the hall, Yang Wuke recognized the person sitting at the head of the table as the one who had shot her years before. He drew his sword and walked straight towards him. 　　The bandits in the hall drew their weapons to block Yang Wuke. But their blades lost their strength half a foot from Yang Wuke, for his curved sword had already pierced their bodies, leaving a graceful arc. In the blink of an eye, the blood didn't even have time to gush out, and as the blood spurted, Yang Wuke's curved sword entered the body of the next person. Corpses fell behind Yang Wuke, like withered flowers , trembling slightly on the ground from the spray of hot blood. 　　The stench of blood permeated the entire hall. Yang Wuke, stepping through the sticky bloodstains, approached the head of the household. In the instant the bandit leader's pressure points were sealed , he clearly saw Yang Wuke smile at him. 　　Yang Wuke carried the bandit leader to the mountaintop and tied him to an ancient tree. There, a bow and arrows and fine wine . Yang Wuke shot an arrow, then drank a sip of wine. 　　This continued until late at night. When Yang Wuke descended the mountain, it was impossible to tell whether what lay before the tree was a person or a mass of flesh . 　　The tendons of the other bandit leaders had been severed, and they bled in the hall until they dried. 　　From that day on, Yang Wuke secretly vowed: to ensure that "good is rewarded and evil is punished" in this world. If Heaven was blind and did not punish, then he would have to bear the consequences. 　　Suddenly, Yang Wuke opened his eyes. With his years of honed intuition, he realized that danger was approaching. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Three. 　　The robbers were four men in black, all with their faces covered by black veils. One of them was also holding a woman hostage. The woman's hair was disheveled, yet it couldn't conceal her beauty, like the brilliance of a jewel. 　　The leader of the men in black pressed down on the horse's head with his right hand, pinning it down. The horse thrashed about, unable to move an inch. 　　"Get down, I need this carriage," 　　the man in black said coldly. 　　A slightly thinner man beside him said, 　　"Brother, why waste words with them? Let's do it first." 　　He leaped into the air, his sword flashing, aiming straight for the driver's face. 　　Suddenly, the carriage curtain swung, and with a "whoosh," a pebble pierced through it and shot out. The man felt a sharp pain in his wrist; his bones had shattered. He lost his grip on his sword, which clattered to the ground. Then, a tightness gripped his chest, and his entire body was thrown into the muddy grass by the roadside like a tattered sack. 　　The other three were shocked. They saw a dark-skinned man standing beside the carriage. 　　He smiled at the three men and said, "I didn't expect the Han brothers, who are known as the 'Four Sages of Hebei,' to be secretly engaged in shady dealings. I won't have to make another trip." 　　The three men exchanged glances, secretly lamenting their misfortune. They had only wanted to rob a carriage to save time, but instead opponent. The fourth brother had discerned their origins simply by his actions. Their good reputation couldn't be ruined, so the three men hardened their resolve, their hands slowly reaching for their weapons. 　　Suddenly, all six pupils contracted simultaneously, for they all saw the black-sheathed curved sword at Yang Wuke's waist. 　　"Black Beauty?" 　　one of them murmured hoarsely. Yang Wuke nodded, and with a "clang," the curved sword was drawn slightly from its sheath, its sound . 　　The three men's will to fight to the death intensified. They knew that escaping from Black Beauty was virtually impossible, but perhaps the combined strength of could kill Yang Wuke? They hoped so.

The man in the middle was the third of the Han brothers. He roared and thrust his short spear horizontally, aiming straight for Yang Wuke's chest.

At the same time, the eldest and second eldest brothers flanked him from the left and right, their swords and blades encircling Yang Wuke, trapping him in the middle. This move, "

Heaven Encompassing All," was incredibly powerful, and countless renowned martial arts figures had perished in its strikes.
Yang Wuke remained motionless, seemingly in a meditative state. The third eldest brother was overjoyed, but immediately, his heart sank,

for he heard the screams of his eldest and second eldest brothers, brief and then silenced, as if they had been choked. Instinctively, he

dropped his spear and used his lightness skill to turn and flee, but suddenly everything turned red before his eyes, and the entire world went dark.
The third eldest brother fled backward, but before he could leap even half a zhang, more than a dozen wounds suddenly split open on his body, and blood

gushed out like arrows, rustling the roadside weeds.
Yang Wuke remained expressionless, slowly sheathing his sword. He walked to the woman whose acupoints were sealed, and with a palm strike, released the pressure points.

The woman immediately bent over and vomited.
The
carriage continued on its way. Only after Yang Wuke's promise of a large sum of money did the frightened driver agree to drive.

Yang Wuke, using the sunlight, quietly observed the woman sitting opposite him.
The woman sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting on them, her eyes wide open, staring directly at

the carriage floor. Occasionally, she would glance up at Yang Wuke, and when their eyes met, her eyes would fill with terror, like

a frightened little rabbit, before she would look away.
Yang Wuke felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had seen this look countless times in his dreams; it was so similar.

For some reason, a feeling of pity suddenly welled up within him, and he softly asked,
"What's your name? Why did they kidnap you?"
The woman shook her head, remaining silent. Yang Wuke continued,
"Where do you live? Shall I take you home?"
The woman's face paled, and she hurriedly said,
"Don't send me away! I don't want to go back. I just want to stay like this, where I can't see the sky or the ground, where no one can

find me!"
As she spoke, she curled up into a ball in the corner of the carriage.
Yang Wuke said,
"No one wants to send you away. I just said it would be dangerous for you to follow me. You should go to a safe place."
The woman said, "I don't want to go anywhere. I can sew, I can cook, and I can do so many other things.

Please let me follow you."
Her eyes were full of hope.
Yang Wuke nodded and sighed softly.
The carriage fell silent, and the night crept in through the window, taking hold of the carriage. The

woman's mood calmed down slightly, and she began to hum an old folk song softly. The song was melodious and gentle,

and Yang Wuke couldn't help but hum along.
After killing his enemy, Yang Wuke could finally find peace, but the terrible nightmare

lingered , haunting him every time he slept. He knew it was trying to tell him something, but he

couldn't decipher it. So he became even more bloodthirsty and ruthless to escape the nightmare.
Once Yang Wuke learned of the evildoers, no matter how far away they were, he would rush to them, repaying them in

kind , and torturing them mercilessly before finally ending the matter. He was wounded during this time, but

like a wolf, once his wounds healed, he would resume his mission. The saying
"When the beauty appears, blood stains the rivers and lakes"
circulated during that period. Underworld figures once joined forces against Yang Wuke, but he lived beyond the Great Wall,

intimately familiar with every place. They couldn't touch him in his hometown, and when the siege ended

, those involved would receive the Black Beauty's death kiss one by one.
His duel with Hua Duiying, however, was not for this reason. Their duel stemmed from the fact that they

represented two individuals: Jian Jie and Dao Xiong. These two were evenly matched in life, and after their deaths,

the burden of determining the victor fell upon Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying.
Yang Wuke was determined to win, for he could not dishonor his master's reputation.
The commotion interrupted Yang Wuke's thoughts; they had arrived at a village.
Yang Wuke instructed the driver to stop the carriage in front of an inn. He himself was unconcerned, but the woman was thinly dressed

and appeared hungry. At
midnight
, the woman was asleep in her room. Yang Wuke found the innkeeper
, a kind old woman whose face bore the marks of time. She was kind enough to agree to Yang Wuke

's request to care for the woman until his return.
But what would become of this battle? Yang Wuke couldn't answer himself. Perhaps this woman would spend her entire life here

. Thinking this, Yang Wuke couldn't help but complain about the cruelty of fate.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the night sky, coming from the woman's room. Yang Wuke was startled. Using his lightness skill,

he twisted and leaped up to the third floor, heading straight for the woman's room.
The door suddenly opened, and the woman stood panicked by the door.

The darkness of the room behind her made her pale face appear even paler.
"Don't leave me! I don't want to go back!"
the woman cried out repeatedly. She seemed to be having a nightmare; her eyes were still closed, but tears streamed down

her face .
"Don't cry, don't cry!"
Yang Wuke grabbed her shoulders and hurriedly said,
"No one will abandon you. I will protect you. No one will dare to bully you again."
Yang Wuke seemed to have returned to twenty years ago. He kept saying the words he hadn't had time to say back then.
The woman opened her eyes, understanding what had happened, but panic still gripped her heart. She buried her head

in Yang Wuke's shoulder and began to sob softly.
Yang Wuke felt a pang of pain in his heart. The woman needed to rely on and protect him like a child. He gently

stroked the woman's hair and said softly,
"I won't abandon you. If you can bear it, stay by my side and be my sister. I'll

take care of you."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but think of the duel four days later, wondering if his curved blade would be able to break Hua Duiying

's sharp sword.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, Yang Wuke's hands suddenly clenched. At this moment, he suddenly realized...

This revealed a major flaw in the "Illuminating Blade Technique." That flaw was hidden when Yang Wuke's heart was as hard as iron, but

once a sliver of tenderness within him was awakened, it appeared clearly in his mind.

Perhaps this was why Dao Xiong trained him to be ruthless? Perhaps this was what Dao Xiong wanted to tell

him before his death?
The woman seemed to realize his stiffness, straightened up, looked up, and asked softly,
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Yang Wuke suddenly snapped out of his daze and said,
"Nothing. Don't think too much about it, go to sleep."
The woman wiped away her tears, slowly walked into the room, and before closing the door, she suddenly said,
"My name is Xiao Qing. You saved me that day, and I haven't thanked you yet."
She smiled sweetly, her face radiant. This smile, however, was like a sharp blade, slashing cruelly at Yang Wuke's

already cold heart.
Six.
Yang Wuke put down his wine cup and looked at Xiao Qing sitting in front of him. She had changed into a new set of clothes and

tidied herself up. Her hair was casually tied back, and perhaps because she had slept soundly last night,

some color had returned to her cheeks, making her even more beautiful. Yang Wuke sighed inwardly. If she were alive, would she

have grown this tall? Would she have been this beautiful?
This was the dining hall on the second floor of the inn, filled with guests having breakfast, making a lot of noise. A very

uncomfortable feeling
suddenly welled up in Yang Wuke's heart—it was murderous intent, a very sharp murderous intent, emanating from the four people behind him. Yang

Wuke remembered that there were four old men sitting there. He didn't turn around, but his fingertips rested on the hilt of his knife.
"Tap tap tap," someone came upstairs. It was a middle-aged man with a long beard and a kind face. Yang Wuke

recognized the man as Duan Bifu, the "Master of Jiangnan." It is said that this man is chivalrous and righteous, and possesses superb medical skills. Many in the martial arts world

have received his treatment for poisoning and injuries. However, he and Hua Duiying have always been at odds, harboring a

deep-seated grudge. Perhaps this is the tragedy of two brilliant strategists? Whether out of fear of Duan Bifu or for some other reason, the murderous aura behind him slowly dissipated.
"If I am not mistaken, you must be the great hero Yang?"
Duan Bifu walked to Yang Wuke's table and said loudly. Yang Wuke rose and returned the greeting. Duan Bifu said, "I heard that

the great hero Yang and Hua Duiying are about to have a duel. I have come to see you off and wish you a resounding victory.

Waiter, bring the wine!"
After speaking, Duan Bifu took the wine jar from the waiter, poured two bowls of wine, raised one bowl,

and drank it down in one gulp. Yang Wuke could not refuse and also raised the other bowl and drank it dry.
Suddenly, Yang Wuke swayed and slumped back onto the stool. Duan Bifu's expression changed instantly. He chuckled maliciously and

shouted at the woman,
"You slut, where do you think you're going this time? Even the Heavenly King himself can't protect you!"
With a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword appeared, aimed straight at Yang Wuke's chest.
Yang Wuke smiled, opened his mouth, and spat a stream of wine directly at Duan Bifu's face with lightning speed

. Caught off guard, Duan Bifu ducked to avoid it, but his ribs felt as if struck by a hammer; he had been hit by Yang Wuke's palm and

was thrown backward.
The other four men at the table also attacked simultaneously. The scarred old man at the head used the "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand," swiftly attacking

Yang Wuke's vital points. The other three wielded chain spears, like three venomous snakes, intending to kill Yang Wuke

with their spears.
Yang Wuke lifted the table, and with a "crack," the table was split in two by the three spears. The spears' momentum was also

halted. Taking advantage of this brief moment, Yang Wuke turned to the side, avoiding the scarred old man's withered claws.
"Don't let him draw his knife!"
the scarred old man shouted. The other three old men, wielding chain spears, pursued closely, surrounding Yang Wuke. Yang Wuke

leaped backward, and three chain spears suddenly shot out like meteors towards him. Yang Wuke spun and landed, dodging

the spears, when suddenly a scream rang out as the chain spears, gleaming coldly, shot towards Xiao Qing, who was hiding by the side of the hall.
Without thinking, Yang Wuke pushed off with his toes, his body flying horizontally, grabbing one of the chain spears, and shaking it left and right,

knocking away the other two. Unexpectedly, the scarred old man had already seen Yang Wuke's weakness and darted in from the side,

his ten fingers aimed straight for Xiao Qing. Yang Wuke quickly arrived, grabbing Xiao Qing and falling to the side, but he was still

a little too slow. With a "thud," the old man's left hand had already pierced Yang Wuke's shoulder.
"He's been hit by my 'Corpse Claw'!"
the scarred old man screamed. The other three wore expressions of joy, but they forgot one thing: Yang Wuke

stood up from the ground, completely ignoring the five black holes in his shoulders, and looked at them with a pitying expression.
A flash of light, and the four felt a chill run down their spines; the Black Beauty was already unsheathed. The four old men, thinking alike, scattered

in all directions, intending to wait until Yang Wuke was weakened by the poison before making their move. Yang Wuke held his breath, leaped into the air, and

drew a graceful arc in the air with his right hand.
The four old men felt their bodies lighten, and something was flowing down their bodies. They looked down and saw a gash in

their chests , like an open mouth, mercilessly mocking them, mocking the cheapness of life.
"Azure sea and blue sky, night after night, my heart?!"
the old men cried out hoarsely at the same time, collapsing to the ground.
Yang Wuke stood in the center of the hall, his body swaying a few times. Suddenly, a person leaped up from the ground, striking

Yang Wuke's back with both palms. Yang Wuke couldn't dodge in time. He raised his curved blade backward and simultaneously channeled his inner strength to block the attack.

With a "bang," the man flew backward, and Yang Wuke coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The man was Duan Bifu. He clutched his slit throat and stammered,
"Poison... attack... the heart. You can't escape this... calamity either..."
Without turning his head, Yang Wuke grabbed Xiaoqing, leaped onto a horse parked outside the inn, and with a powerful stride, the horse

carried them out of town.
Seven.
Deep in the dense forest, Yang Wuke could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a "bang." Xiaoqing quickly dismounted and

helped Yang Wuke up.
A chilling sensation slowly crept from his limbs to Yang Wuke's chest. Although Duan Bifu's palm strike hadn't injured

Yang Wuke, it had shattered his concentrated inner strength. The corpse poison was now uncontrollable and was

spreading through Yang Wuke's meridians. Yang Wuke knew his time was running out. He forced a smile at Xiaoqing and said:
"Don't worry about me, just go, go as far away as possible. Sigh, it's a pity I won't be able to take care of you anymore,

I'm really worried..."
Xiaoqing shook her head fiercely, saying repeatedly,
"No, you'll be alright, you're lying to me, you don't want me to follow you."
Yang Wuke grinned, his teeth stained with blood: "I know I'm not going to make it, why would I lie to you

? Back then, I also had a little sister like you, I took her to pick flowers and catch butterflies... Sigh,

this is good too, I'll see her again, but you..." A series of rapid coughs interrupted him.
Tears streamed down Xiaoqing's face. Her expression suddenly turned solemn, as if she had made up her mind. She said

softly ,
"Brother Yang, do you remember asking about my background? Actually, I should have told you long ago that I am

the daughter and that Duan Bifu is my senior brother."
Yang Wuke said, "In the inn, I vaguely guessed it. To be honest, although I never trusted those

so-called heroes, believing that many of them were charlatans, I never expected him to scheme against me. I

only became wary when I saw your expression change when he came in, thus avoiding the poison he put in my wine."
Xiaoqing waved her hand, stopping Yang Wuke from continuing, and then said,
"When I was six years old, I accidentally consumed a magical herb that my father had cultivated for decades. I thought my father would

blame me, but he didn't show any reprimand..."
"I was so glad my father loved me so much. But half a year ago, I overheard

a conversation , and I learned their true intentions. It turns out he did this on purpose. He said the herb must be consumed by a virgin,

and when the person who consumed it turns eighteen, drinking the blood of that person would increase their power and make them immune to all poisons.

And I, I'm not even my father's biological child, just his tool."
"Later, Duan Bifu plotted against me… Father. He wanted to enjoy this delicacy all to himself. He pretended so well, treating

me very well, thinking I didn't know. I was waiting for an opportunity, and finally, two days before my eighteenth birthday,

I escaped."
"I didn't dare tell you the truth. I thought you would be like them, but now I know

there are , like you. The first time you met me, you were so kind to me, even for me… Master Yang…"

"...You...you...have been poisoned by...Duan Bifu's...'Rotten Corpse Claw' poison. You must immediately engage in sexual intercourse

to neutralize the poison with the fluids of male and female union, only then can you save your life!! Great Hero Yang saved my life, I have no way

to repay you , even if it's just to eliminate injustice in the martial world and benefit the people...I beg you, Great Hero, to immediately unite with me...

!!"
At this moment, Yang Wuke circulated his inner energy, suppressing the poison in his dantian. He gazed at Xiaoqing:
he saw her naked, slender body, her small, exquisite breasts protruding, her lower body half-covered, timidly

calling out to Yang Wuke. What a graceful and beautiful woman! Long, slender legs, light steps, wearing a light blue

silk robe, a beautiful face, long hair draped over her shoulders, a light blue hairband exuding tenderness.
Yang Wuke's gaze was captivated by her beauty, and he pondered how to make his way in her. No sooner said

than done, without a second thought, he tightly embraced Xiaoqing! What a soft, fragrant body he held in his arms! Xiaoqing blushed

crimson , gave Yang Wuke a shy smile, and tenderly offered him her first kiss. Those warm, moist lips, that rich

saliva, that nimble tongue—Yang Wuke would never forget them!
Suddenly, her beautiful eyes snapped open, shooting out two burning flames. Then, swaying, she stood up,

slowly unbuttoning her clothes, and before Yang Wuke, stripped naked, revealing her curvaceous, translucent

body.
Seeing this delicate, alluring body, a surge of heat rose within him, making him unable to resist the temptation.

Thus, a naturally frail and pitiful young woman had become passionate, fiery, and alluring tonight,

truly surprising and delighting Yang Wuke…
Gazing at her two pools of autumn water, Yang Wuke was already aroused by lust, his eyes sparkling with desire, his passion boundless! After

a frenzied and unrestrained kiss, Yang Wuke pressed her down onto the bamboo couch, freely caressing her pure, smooth,

and delicate body. His hands and lips explored and searched her breasts and vulva with extreme boldness.
Xiaoqing's breasts were small yet firm, just the right size to hold in one hand, feeling exceptionally soft and delicate to the touch; her

rosy nipples stood proudly erect, feeling wonderfully elastic when bitten. And her lower abdomen, with its sparse pubic hair,

clearly revealed her labia majora and minora, which became even more shapely under Yang Wuke's touch and teasing; her pinkish-round clitoris

trembled, leaving Yang Wuke dumbfounded and utterly captivated—what a vibrant and fragrant forbidden paradise!
He casually switched on the oil lamp beside the bamboo couch, and a soft light immediately shone on Xiaoqing's body, allowing Yang

Wuke to see her alluring figure more clearly. Her face was flushed with spring passion, her smooth and beautiful shoulders, her swaying

breasts, her boneless waist, her fair and plump buttocks, her long and shapely legs, and of course, what attracted

Yang Wuke the most were her bright red and luscious labia!
At first, she only obediently leaned against Yang Wuke's chest, letting his fingers wander over her sensitive areas,

quietly enjoying his skillful and agile lips and tongue, excitedly teasing and licking Xiaoqing; and because of the continuous waves of

pleasure , she sometimes moaned and gasped, sometimes kicked her arms and legs, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes closed, seemingly intoxicated by

extreme comfort and pleasure.
Suddenly, Yang Wuke noticed her quietly extending a soft hand, unfastening his belt and zipper. After

a moment's hesitation, she finally trembled as she slid her hand into his underwear. There, his penis was already

painfully erect, and upon her touch, it immediately became even thicker and larger. To make it easier for her to touch and admire, Yang Wuke simply

removed his clothes as well, raising his glans to receive her caresses.
Facing this symbol of masculinity for the first time, she shyly grasped it, and under Yang Wuke's guidance, slowly rubbed,

pulled, squeezed, teased, and pinched it, sometimes heavily, sometimes lightly, sometimes up and sometimes down, causing the jade stem to swell several inches, sending waves of tingling pleasure straight

to her head. Seeing Yang Wuke also breathing heavily with excitement, she was even more delighted and thrust even harder, almost causing him to ejaculate.
So, Yang Wuke quickly rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and began a series of passionate kisses as

the prelude …
Yang Wuke, holding his erect penis, aimed it at her beautiful vulva, first teasing

and stimulating her rosy clitoris, then whispered in her ear:
"Xiaoqing, I want it so badly! Can I go in?"
She nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I want it too! But you have to be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt a little!"
After adjusting his position, Yang Wuke thrust his long penis in and forcefully entered her vagina. Perhaps because

she was still a virgin, "The flower path has never been swept for guests, the humble gate is now opened for you!" Therefore, the opening was narrow and shallow, making it impossible for Yang

Wuke 's huge penis to penetrate fully; on the contrary, because Yang Wuke used too much force, she grimaced and her

buttocks kept retreating, and she kept crying out in pain. Seeing that she really couldn't take it anymore, Yang Wuke had no

choice but to pull his penis out and gently comfort her to give up.
Good Xiaoqing! She actually reached out and grabbed Yang Wuke's penis, guiding it to her lower abdomen, and with tears in her eyes, she gestured for him

to try again . Seeing that Yang Wuke still couldn't bear it, she casually picked up a straw mat and placed it under her waist, then said,
"I know this is how it is for every woman the first time. For you, I'm willing to endure the pain. Now I'll raise my buttocks,

which should make it easier for you to penetrate me. Come on! Try it!"
She then used her fingers to pull apart her labia, urging Yang Wuke to insert his penis again. Yang Wuke understood her

intention , so he didn't rush in. He first stimulated her clitoris with his tongue, causing her to produce a large amount of vaginal fluid. Then, using

the lubrication of the fluid, he carefully entered.
This time, Yang Wuke dared not be reckless. He adopted methods such as "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust," "slow entry and quick exit," and "light at first, then

heavy," along with her appropriate body movements, which finally reduced the pain in her lower body to a minimum.

When he broke through her hymen, Yang Wuke clearly felt a warm, sticky flow

enveloping —that was the virgin's "first blood."
She let out a muffled groan, a few tears sliding down her cheeks. Yang Wuke immediately stopped thrusting, embracing her convulsing

body and wiping away her tears with passionate kisses. After a long while, Yang Wuke resumed thrusting into her tight vagina,

gradually increasing the force. As the number of thrusts increased, her soft moans and cries began to rise rhythmically. Her

vagina was wet, hot, and tight, and the pushing and rubbing during intercourse brought Yang Wuke and her partner endless pleasure.

Although they changed positions several times to alleviate each other's fatigue, they were still drenched in sweat, but the

mutual affection, the unparalleled joy and comfort, had risen higher and higher, finally reaching its peak...
At that moment, Yang Wuke, like a madman, violently pounded his thick penis into her already overflowing vagina

(the bamboo bed and straw mat were stained red with her vaginal fluids!), the sizzling sounds of their intercourse were incessant,

and her panting and moans were almost hoarse. Finally, a gush of scalding hot vaginal fluid gushed out, shooting straight at

Yang Wuke's glans. The tingling sensation reached its peak, and Yang Wuke could no longer restrain himself, ejaculating wildly…
They intertwined and embraced, as if they had become one, caressing each other's skin, simultaneously achieving

supreme satisfaction. Slowly waiting for the climax to subside, they realized it was already bright daylight and the rain had stopped. The morning birdsong, accompanied by

the fragrance of flowers, drifted into the room. They smiled at each other, cleaned up the remnants of their "fleshly struggle," and then, hand in hand,

embraced , determined to have a good long sleep! As the poem says:
"Spring sleep is unaware of dawn, everywhere one hears birds singing; last night came the sound of wind and rain, how many flowers have fallen!"
Upon waking, they made love twice more. After the passion and experience of the early morning, she had tasted the exquisite pleasure of

sex , and thus her movements in response to Yang Wuke's thrusts became exceptionally harmonious. Her vagina, more

relaxed and slippery, combined with the vibrations and rebounds of the bamboo mat, allowed Yang Wuke's penis to penetrate

smoothly, deeply piercing the end of her vagina. Not only did she scream with pleasure, but Yang Wuke also felt extremely comfortable.

So, in the first round, he quickly lost control and ejaculated profusely!
Shortly after ejaculating, Yang Wuke withdrew his gradually softening penis, feeling truly unsatisfied, and lay down beside her, lost in thought

. The intelligent woman, truly understanding, noticed Yang Wuke's sudden silence and guessed his

thoughts and intentions. Sure enough, she rolled over and pressed herself against Yang Wuke, using her breasts to tease his face

and urging him to bite her nipples.
Then, she gently grasped Yang Wuke's penis with both hands, slowly kneading and pulling it, and with her soft breasts, she

tightly enveloped the already erect "flesh drill," rubbing it, scrubbing it, clamping it! Finally, she simply opened her mouth and took it in!

No woman other than Xiaoqing could handle Yang Wuke like this—she instantly aroused his droopy penis

until it stood erect and strong.
So Xiaoqing got up, aimed her vulva at the cannon's muzzle, and gracefully sat down, launching another round of attacks.

This time, Yang Wuke was mentally prepared. He tossed and turned, engaged in fierce, passionate, and lingering battles nearly a thousand times,

changing positions dozens of times, rolling from the bed to the floor, thrusting until she was drenched in sweat, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, the sound of his thrusts deafening, his fluids flowing

like a river, until she was almost unconscious before he released his semen and ejaculated into her womb…!
Suddenly, Yang Wuke fainted!!
*** *** *** ***
The pitch-black room, the icy surroundings, made him shiver, and he bumped around aimlessly, only to bump into walls everywhere. Suddenly,

a ray of sunlight shone in, slowly, like ripples on water, spreading outwards in layers, illuminating

the whole world. In the warm atmosphere, Yang Wuke gradually felt the cold vanish instantly, replaced by a

comfortable sensation that he couldn't bear to resist.
That all-too-familiar face reappeared, tears welling in her eyes, yet smiling. Yang Wuke opened his eyes,

and slowly , that face overlapped with Xiao Qing's before him, Xiao Qing's face streaked with tears. Seeing that Yang Wuke's poison had dissipated

, she finally smiled. A pungent, metallic taste rose in his throat, and Yang Wuke noticed Xiao Qing's swollen

face. He met her gaze, but Xiao Qing suddenly went limp and fainted against Yang Wuke's chest.
Although the poison of the rotting corpse was cured, the numbness hadn't completely disappeared. Yang Wuke was helpless and could only lie there stiffly.
"I never imagined that besides my master, there would be anyone in this world who would treat Yang Wuke so well!" Two streams of hot tears slid down Yang

Wuke's temples.
The forest was quiet; everything seemed still, except for the flowing spring of life. In an instant, countless

thoughts flooded into Yang Wuke's mind, but with a "whoosh," they all vanished and dissipated, leaving Yang Wuke's mind

completely clear. As if in a flash of lightning, Yang Wuke felt the sunlight filling his mind, driving away

the darkness in every corner. With a "whoosh," it was as if a million pores of Yang Wuke opened up at the same time, simultaneously absorbing the warm sunlight that shone on

the earth .
Xiaoqing lay limply between Yang Wuke's legs, listening to him sing her several of her favorite folk songs.

When he sang "Autumn Cicada," she began to sing along with the chords. Xiaoqing's clear and sweet voice perfectly interpreted the song

, and Yang Wuke was captivated by her moving singing. After the song ended, she was already in tears. Yang Wuke laughed at

her for being too passionate, no wonder she cried out so loudly during lovemaking. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes

revealed a strange emotion, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. After Yang Wuke's repeated probing, she

remained silent, only holding Yang Wuke's penis and stroking it. Yang Wuke did not press her further.
For several nights in a row, Xiaoqing stayed at Yang Wuke's house. She told Yang Wuke that she wanted to have some

fun .
Finally, Yang Wuke recovered from his illness and took her for a walk. Over the past two days, Xiaoqing clearly remembered that Yang Wuke

stayed by her side the whole time, as if he had become a different person. He bought her many things to eat and

many toys to make her happy. But Xiaoqing also noticed that Yang Wuke occasionally frowned slightly. She asked him

what was troubling him, and he smiled and said that he was making a decision. He also said that when a person is truly

invincible the feeling is so tiring and lonely.
And at night, naturally, it was "a pear blossom tree pressing down on a crabapple tree," "clouds and rain on Wushan Mountain, heartbroken," "bluebirds

searching for food to explore," "spring filling the peach blossom paradise, a gentle land." They chased and played

naked , tumbled and entangled in the clear lake water, kissed and caressed on the wet lawn, and finally, under the warm blankets,

Yang Wuke once again inserted his thick penis into her soft vagina, thrusting in and out, wave after wave of tingling, leading Yang Wuke

to orgasm, climbing to the peak of unparalleled pleasure... Every time, they loved each other in the same way, their

spirits and bodies perfectly in sync, a feeling of "mutual understanding" that outsiders could never comprehend.

No wonder Yang Wuke was so deeply in love with Xiaoqing, "love so deep it knows no resentment!"
One of the most memorable times for Yang Wuke was when they went to the mountains. The scenery there was beautiful, the people

were kind and simple, and they had a wonderful time hiking and swimming. In the evening, she suggested going to the famous

hot springs , and Yang Wuke readily agreed. They found a small inn, and the landlady led them through a long

corridor, past a quiet little garden, before entering a very clean room. She carefully told Yang

Wuke and Xiaoqing some things to be aware of…
After seeing the hostess out, they smiled at each other; Yang Wuke immediately embraced Xiaoqing tightly, his greedy mouth

launching an attack on her. She obediently allowed Yang Wuke to kiss and caress her, her eyes brimming with laughter.
When Yang Wuke tore open her blouse and bit her tender nipple, she suddenly changed color and

pushed him away forcefully. Yang Wuke was bewildered by this, and then she laughed. After a while, she told Yang Wuke

to take off his clothes come in, saying she would serve him a bath, like a concubine serving an emperor. The small inn was very simple:

a large wooden tub, a long bench beside it, a bamboo tube on the wall with a cork stopper.
Xiaoqing had already filled the tub with hot spring water and, naked, knelt on the ground to welcome Yang Wuke. Yang

Wuke was somewhat flattered and sat in the tub as she instructed. She carefully scooped up the hot spring water with a ladle to rinse Yang

Wuke body. After wetting his body, she then ordered him to lie on his back on the bench (she had already laid out a towel) and

began to rub and wash him with her breasts, starting from his neck, shoulders, chest, navel, and abdomen,

moving down to his genitals. The soft, slippery nipples pushed Yang Wuke's penis, causing it to instantly become erect. She laughed with pleasure

, then used both hands to serve him, licking the area between the glans and foreskin with her mouth, and then carefully

manipulating it .
Yang Wuke slowly closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying this unique pleasure, and unknowingly fell asleep. In his hazy state, Yang Wuke felt his penis being tightly wrapped by a warm, soft, and slippery object, which was occasionally

moving up and down. Yang Wuke opened his eyes and saw that Xiaoqing was sitting on his stomach with her back to him, using her vagina

to serve him. This was a rather unique sex position, allowing Yang Wuke to get ample rest while maintaining

his excitement . She could also control the force of their genital contact, adjusting to achieve the best friction and sensation, giving Yang Wuke

an incredibly comfortable and pleasurable feeling.
Xiaoqing was working very hard, and beads of sweat streamed down her smooth back. Looking at her swaying

shoulders and flowing hair, Yang Wu pitifully reached out to support her waist, intending to lend her a hand.
She noticed Yang Wu had woken up, giggled, and turned to ask, "Great hero... Hey! You

're awake ... Oh!?... Is this... comfortable...?"
"Very good!... I like it!... But... please... don't... overdo it!..."
"I don't feel tired at all! And doing this... feels so good! Hmm! Hmm!"
"Just now... you... called me... husband! Oh! You... promised to... marry me...?"
"What we... did... wasn't it all... things between husband and wife... in the bedroom... Of course...

I should call you... husband... right... Besides... besides, my mother-in-law... thinks...

oh! uh! Hmm! harder! good!... thinks... hey!... we are... husband and wife!"

"...Hey! Oh!...Mmm!...Oh! Oh! Deeper!...Ah!...Use...force!"
In their extreme excitement, they were breathless, especially her, who

would let out earth-shattering screams as her vagina contracted and expanded, her "campus lady" image completely shattered; she was more like

a long-deprived "sexually aroused woman," reveling in the thrusting and throbbing of her man's magnificent, long jade stem within her sensitive, moist vulva

! I grasped Xiaoqing's breasts, gently kneading her nipples. The two

red beans, erect in passion, felt firm and adorable between my fingers. As Xiaoqing writhed, her small,

pink breasts slid continuously in Yang Wuke's palm, allowing him to fully enjoy a soft and delicate touch.
Suddenly, as if Yang Wuke had gripped her too tightly, she nervously reached out her delicate hand to grasp it and

pulled it downwards. Yang Wuke then touched her genitals, her

wet, hot labia entwined with his penis. He explored upwards from their point of contact, scratching her clitoris, swollen, smooth, and

abundantly wet, accompanied by a series of soft, wet "plop" sounds. The intense friction between their bodies aroused Yang Wuke's boundless

excitement, so he sat up, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and positioned her against him so she could rotate and thrust into him.

The penis.
At this moment, Xiaoqing, while diligently stroking herself, turned around to face Yang Wuke as he rode her. To

adjust to the best angle, she maintained a roughly 25-degree angle with Yang Wuke, her hands resting on his shoulders, allowing him

a clear view of her breasts; even with a slight downward tilt of her head, she could easily see their

"passionate intersection." Like a fleshy ball with seams tightly enveloping a thick intestine, making

it increasingly difficult for to control his ejaculation. Finally, with a series of long moans, Yang Wuke reached his climax…
Yang Wuke tightly embraced Xiaoqing, beginning to match her movements, thrusting wildly, ejaculating streams of hot semen

deep into Xiaoqing's womb. She also reached her climax almost simultaneously, collapsing against Yang Wuke

's chest amidst soft cries…
Yang Wuke lifted Xiaoqing's weak, sweat-drenched body and gently placed her in the wooden tub. While she was

half-asleep , he washed away the residue and fatigue, taking the opportunity to admire her beautiful body. At this moment, she resembled

a goddess , languidly floating in the swirling mist. Yang Wuke loved to pour ladles of spring water over her breasts,

watching the glistening droplets slide from her nipples, rushing towards her beautiful navel, flowing over her flat stomach, and finally nourishing

her glossy pubic hair before flowing down her alluring lips into the basin. Yang Wuke never tired of this, occasionally reaching out to

caress this path, exploring the girl's innocence and tenderness. Also worth mentioning was her pair of long, full, and

shapely legs, enough to rival any woman's, smooth, full, and alluringly curved.
Especially the mysterious triangle between her legs, which made Yang Wuke blush, his heart race, and his mind wander.

Her fair, rosy skin, combined with her flawless curves, created a scene of paradise. A small tuft of sparse, curly

pubic hair swayed as if in the spring breeze; and the vibrant, luscious "petals" were breathtakingly beautiful,

their slight opening revealing a shy allure that captivated Yang Wuke! The cave was soft, slippery, and warm, brimming with the essence of spring. Yang Wuke's penis

moved within, experiencing a comfort, pleasure, joy, and delight that could only be truly understood through personal experience

…!
Like a lotus emerging from the water in mythology, Xiaoqing seemed to ascend to heaven, blossoming with a

sensuality 's breath away. Yang Wuke stood there, mesmerized, gazing at her jade-like body. In the swirling mist, her

breasts appeared particularly alluring, the rosy nipples pulsating slightly, possessing a hazy beauty. Amidst the sparse pubic hair

, a glimpse of spring appeared—her enticing peach blossom cave entrance, subtly revealing boundless spring passion. When she stood

before Yang Wuke, he impulsively embraced her again. They passionately and intensely caressed each other,

focusing on their sensitive areas. Soon,
they were lying on the bamboo couch in a "69" position, licking each other's genitals. The sounds

of sucking and panting filled the air, a resonance of body and soul. They both experienced the pleasure and joy of sex. If it weren't for

the urgent knocking at the door by the old woman, Yang Wuke might have ejaculated again!
After dinner, Yang Wuke led her for a walk down the mountain, where they enjoyed several servings of wild game. Yang Wuke told

Xiaoqing that these things were very nutritious, and that eating too much made him want to make love again! Her cheeks flushed red, and she playfully scolded Yang

Wuke , pinching him hard. Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Wuke pressed her against the wall,

kissing and caressing her wantonly, ignoring the stares of passersby, until she forcefully pushed him away… That night, Yang

Wuke and Xiaoqing made love repeatedly, their bodies intertwined, yet they felt no fatigue.
Several passionate climaxes followed, but Yang Wuke held back, refusing to ejaculate easily. Xiaoqing was even more wild and energetic

, their movements perfectly synchronized. Finally, she climaxed four times, completely collapsing into Yang Wuke's arms,

before he reluctantly released her labia…
Yang Wuke remembered that night; they had dreamt of the future, weaving beautiful dreams of building their own love nest, as if

everything was exactly as he had imagined and hoped. He had finally found his “true love”!
On the way home, she became silent, staring blankly ahead. Yang Wuke repeatedly asked her questions,

but she seemed not to hear. Just as they were approaching her house, she suddenly bent down, forcefully pulled open Yang Wuke's pants,

and then took his penis into her mouth, biting it frantically. Yang Wuke quickly dragged her to a secluded spot,

watching her head rise and fall in astonishment. She ignored his questions, continuing to swallow and exhale. Yang Wuke

soon reached a state of blissful ecstasy, only able to gasp for breath, and could only wait for his ejaculation to finish…
Xiaoqing burst into tears, looking down at Yang Wuke. His gaze began to unfocus, his consciousness gradually

fading. Xiaoqing gently drew the black curved sword from Yang Wuke's waist, rolled up her sleeve, and the blade sliced across his snow-white

arm .
A stream of blood flowed out, like a vibrant red flower blooming on white silk. Xiaoqing straightened her arm,

letting the blood drip into the wound on Yang Wuke's shoulder, then pried open his teeth, continuously

pouring into his mouth.
Yang Wuke finally grasped the true meaning of the "Illuminating Blade Technique"!
Eight.
Zhengfeng Manor, September 16th.
In the arena, Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying were locked in combat. Amidst the flashing blades and the constant back-and-forth of Yang Wuke, it seemed as if hundreds of

people were moving about, making it impossible to distinguish who was Hua Duiying and who was Yang Wuke.
Hua Duiying was not disappointed; Yang Wuke arrived at 3:45 AM. He declined Hua Duiying's offer to postpone

the duel , rested briefly, and then drew his fearsome Black Beauty Curved Blade.
Outside the arena, under a willow tree, stood the carriage Yang Wuke had arrived in. The curtain was drawn back, revealing a pretty face—

it was Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing's beautiful eyes gazed at the arena, her mind churning with thoughts. Heaven had finally opened its eyes, allowing Yang Wuke to recover

in time !
"After the duel, would you like to return with me to our hometown beyond the Great Wall?"
Yang Wuke asked her in the carriage. She had long considered herself his, just waiting for these

words . She said nothing, only nodded, her face flushed. Yang Wuke held her hand:
"I'll take you to see the heavy snow. Only after you've seen it will you understand what the real North is like, and only then will you

truly love it."
A sweet feeling welled up in Xiaoqing's heart. She didn't know why, but her eyes were slightly moist

. Suddenly, a crisp sound startled her awake. She looked up and saw a black beam of light rise straight into the sky, then plummet

down , disappearing deep into the earth.
A hush fell over the arena. Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying stood silently, about ten feet apart. Hua Duiying's Nine-Turn Throat-Sealing

Sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, while Yang Wuke's hands were empty. The Black Beauty had already perished beneath the ground of Zhengfeng Manor,

leaving only a narrow crevice in the earth.
"I lost,"
Yang Wuke murmured, turning and walking off the field. When he reached the carriage, Xiaoqing saw that Yang Wuke's expression was relaxed,

as if he had just unloaded a heavy burden.
Chu Guanxiong, the master of Zhengfeng Manor, stepped forward to congratulate Hua Duiying, but Hua Duiying remained silent, staring

blankly at the crack in the ground.
"Hero Hua has always wanted to compete with Hero Yang. Now that you have won, why are you so sullen?"
Chu Guanxiong asked.
Hua Duiying slowly shook her head, watching Yang Wuke's carriage gradually disappear, her face full of admiration.
"He didn't lose, I lost."
Seeing Chu Guanxiong's puzzled expression, Hua Duiying continued,
"The final move of the 'Heart-Stealing Sword Technique,' 'Who Else But Me,' was uncontrollable even by myself. It's said that this move

is too lethal, harming the user instead of the attacker. Master Yang waited until I finished the 'Heart-Stealing Sword Technique,' and he actually managed to get

us both out unscathed. Alas, I'm far inferior. He's truly clever, using this method to

bid farewell to the endless battles of the martial world."
The crack in the ground was bottomless, like a deep, resentful eye gazing at the heavens.
Nine.
In a small tavern in a key town on the border, Yang Wuke and Xiao Qing sat side by side. "Tomorrow, we can

go home !"
Yang Wuke said.
The shop door was suddenly kicked open, and a dozen men rushed in. The leader, a burly man with squinty eyes, shouted,
"Hey, where's that loser bastard? I've come to catch up with you!" He
then burst into laughter. The others echoed his words, their laughter shaking the dust off the rafters.
Yang Wuke recognized them as gangsters who had once hidden from him in fear. He never expected

that upon hearing of his defeat, they would swagger over to his door. He smiled—it's not

that I don't understand, the world changes fast!
The men's weapons gleamed, and insults poured out. Yang Wuke remained unmoved.

He glanced at the sky and said to Xiaoqing,
"Qing'er, the sun is up. Let's get going."
He pulled Xiaoqing to her feet and strode outside.
Weapons rained down on Yang Wuke and Xiaoqing, but Yang Wuke used some kind of movement technique,

weaving through the crowd without being hit. The burly man with squinty eyes wanted to shout for the others to give chase, but suddenly felt a surge of

heat seep into his body through every pore, coursing through his veins and sealing his

acupoints wherever it went. He tried to struggle, but the heat was so incredibly soothing and comforting,

like a young girl embracing him. Every muscle in his body trembled with excitement, making it impossible to resist.
The snow-white wall suddenly turned blood red.
*** *** *** ***
"Don't grab, don't grab, one at a time, I'll give each of you a piece."
Xiaoqing stood in the courtyard, distributing freshly made sweet cakes, surrounded by the neighbor's children. She smiled;

the fear and confusion of the past were gone, replaced by charm and a captivating radiance.
Yang Wuke looked at Xiaoqing and the children under the plum blossoms, smiling too, a smile of happiness and peace. That nightmare

was gone forever; Yang Wuke now faced every beautiful day and night.
The warm April sun shone on Yang Wuke's face, and he thought of his master again.
"Moonlight may illuminate every corner, but it is ultimately cold; how can it compare to sunlight?

Only when the sun shines upon the earth will all life willingly accept it, entering its

embrace without hesitation. The 'Illuminating Blade Technique' is the same; only when the heart is filled with love can it reach its perfect limit."
[The End
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