【Water and Clouds】(Also known as 【Lustful Jianghu】)

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The First Story, Part
One: Discovery
"Mother, Brother Yang isn't practicing martial arts properly again. He's doing poetry over there." A

girl in purple, half-reclined in the arms of a young, beautiful woman, pressed her face against the woman's waist and said coquettishly.
The beautiful woman had a high, straight nose, small red lips, and delicate eyebrows that accentuated her gentle, watery

eyes. She wore a pale yellow silk robe with a semi-transparent veil draped over her shoulders and sat on a mahogany chair.

She patted the girl's head affectionately, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and said softly, "What's wrong? Did Shiyuan make you

angry ? You're not a child anymore, don't keep bothering him. If you really like him, your father and I will

arrange for you to marry him, how about that? Ling'er, it's time for you to get married."
The girl called Ling'er quickly raised her head and sat on the beautiful woman's lap. Her fair face flushed

red, and her bright eyes widened.

She looked seven or eight parts like the beautiful woman. Her pale lips curled slightly, and she said, "Who wants to marry him?" Then, she buried her head in the beautiful woman's full

breasts and rubbed against them, saying coquettishly, "Mother... I'm still young, I want to stay by your and Father's side longer and be filial to

you. We can talk about this later."
The beautiful woman gently lifted her left sleeve, put it to her lips, and chuckled softly, saying, "Then in a few years?

Can we talk about this then?"
"Mother, you're making fun of me! You're making fun of me! I won't stand for it!" Ling'er said shyly.
The beautiful woman stood up and said to the little girl beside her, "Let's go see your Brother Yang."
Pushing open the door, they saw a light mist enveloping the entire courtyard. The courtyard was situated on a

small hillside and had nine rooms. A winding path led from the middle room to

the main gate, lined with various exotic flowers and herbs. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance throughout the garden. Rolling

hills lay not far from the room on the left, and behind the room was a slightly sloping meadow. The rightmost

room was next to a winding stream, its water babbling softly. The entire courtyard

, except for the east side, was surrounded by dense forest, and a narrow mountain path in front of the main gate

seemed to lead down the mountain.
How could such a paradise nestled against the mountains and beside the water not have a renowned reputation? This place, named Shuiyunjian, is

the residence of the renowned Landscape Poetry School.
The founder of this school is said to be a descendant of Meng Haoran,

a famous and a representative of the Tang Dynasty Landscape Poetry School). Although the school has always been small in number, each generation

produces one or two outstanding disciples who stand at the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

During the rebellion of Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang against the Yuan Dynasty and the Jingnan Campaign of Emperor Chengzu Zhu Di, Meng Zhaoyan, a fourth-generation disciple of the Landscape Poetry School, served alongside the Wudang monk Zhang Sanfeng

, making significant contributions to the two emperors and solidifying the school's illustrious position in the martial arts world.
The beautiful woman is Zeng Wanrou, the wife of Meng Zheng, the leader of the Landscape Poetry School, known in the martial arts world as gentle as water and wielding

a sword like floating clouds. Beside her is her only beloved daughter, Meng Ling.
Zeng Wanrou gently takes Ling'er's hand with her left and walks slowly towards the grass behind the house.
A clear, resonant voice rang out: "
The road of the martial world is long and arduous, fraught with countless storms.
What worries can a hero bear? A laugh can dispel a thousand sorrows.
" A blue figure moved in response, dancing with the wind. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Sword shadows flashed, leaving deep footprints on

the grass .
"Brother Yang, you're practicing so well! What kind of swordsmanship is this? I've never seen it before!" Ling'er

turned to her mother, saying, "Mother... you're so biased! You only teach Brother Yang, but not me. I

think you like Brother Yang more."
Wanrou blushed, turned her head away, and quickly spat, "Little girl, what nonsense are you talking about?

I'll tear your mouth apart next time!" Then, she couldn't help but steal another glance at the blue-clad figure, her blush

deepening .
The man in blue steadied himself. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, stood tall and straight, with long hair

tied in a bun on his head, revealing a pair of large ears. His still immature face had a scholarly air about it, and a few beads of sweat clung to it. What a

handsome and dashing young man!
Ling'er ran forward, took out a fragrant handkerchief from her bosom, and carefully wiped the sweat from the blue-clad man's

face . She said with concern, "Brother Yang, you don't have to practice so hard! Your martial arts are already very advanced

."
Wanrou finally calmed herself and said, "Shiyuan, your swordsmanship is indeed very high.

The only thing you lack is a little internal strength. However, you must not be arrogant or complacent. Remember, learning is endless. Your

current achievements are just the beginning in the eyes of true masters."
Yang Shiyuan quickly replied, "Yes, Master's Wife, I will remember."
Then, Wanrou explained to Ling'er, "Silly girl, your Brother Yang's swordsmanship is based on

a poem he wrote himself."
Ling'er exclaimed in surprise, "What? He created his own swordsmanship?"
"Yes, back then, when our ancestor abandoned his pen for the sword to protect the Song Dynasty and resist the Yuan Dynasty, it is said that he

comprehended the way of the sword from a poem and created the Qingfeng Sword Technique."
Ling'er walked to Wanrou's side and said, "But how old is Brother Yang? How can he create his own sword technique?"
Wanrou patiently explained, "When our ancestor created the Qingfeng Sword Technique, he was only a few years older than Shiyuan. Your

Brother Yang has been learning swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is also very intelligent, so of course he can create his own sword technique."
Ling'er looked at Yang Shiyuan with admiration and said, "Brother Yang, you are so amazing."
Yang Shiyuan smiled slightly and resumed practicing his sword.
"Ling'er, let's not disturb your Brother Yang's sword practice. Let's go. Shiyuan, come to my room after you finish practicing your sword

." Wanrou instructed before leaving.
It was evening.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Come in."
Yang Shiyuan gently pushed open the door of his master's wife's room, and a woman's charming fragrance wafted towards him,

making Yang Shiyuan feel flustered.
Yang Shiyuan composed himself and asked, "I wonder what business my master's wife has with me?"
Wanrou said, "Shiyuan, among your peers, you have the greatest talent. The rise and fall of the Landscape Poetry School depends on you

. Besides, the Meng and Yang families are old friends, and I... I also look forward to your success."
Wanrou paused, biting her lip, her pretty face covered in a fine layer of sweat,

hesitant to speak. Silence fell over the room, and gradually, Yang Shiyuan seemed to show embarrassment.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange; only Wanrou's pounding heartbeat and Yang Shiyuan's increasingly heavy

breathing could be heard. Finally, Wanrou gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and said, "Shiyuan, you are still...still young, and

some of your ideas are immature, but no matter what, I...I am your master's wife, and also Ling'er's...
mother. Ling'er will be with you in the future...you...you must be careful...don't...don't

think about...unorthodox methods." Wanrou's voice gradually softened, until it was

almost inaudible.
Wanrou lowered her head to gather her thoughts, and her voice became loud again: "Shiyuan, you haven't been going to morning exercises lately , which is a bad influence. No matter what, you are the third senior brother in the sect. If you lead the way in slacking off, how can the junior brothers and sisters

below work hard?" 　　"Shiyuan knows he was wrong, Shiyuan will definitely go tomorrow," Yang Shiyuan said quickly. 　　Wanrou's expression had returned to calm. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, you can go now. Go back and think carefully about what I told you today." 　　Yang Shiyuan greeted Wanrou and left. 　　"My master's wife is acting so strangely today. What happened? What did I do wrong?" Shi Yuan 　　muttered to himself, walking along the garden path, completely bewildered. Suddenly, something dawned on him, and he ran to his room. 　　He heard a hurried door opening, followed by the sounds of rummaging through drawers and cabinets. After a while, silence returned to Shi Yuan's room. There, Shi Yuan sat slumped in front of the bookshelf, his face flushed, inwardly groaning . 　　The bookshelf contained poems Shi Yuan had written in his spare time, many of which expressed his admiration for his junior sister Ling'er , his master's wife Wanrou, and his two fellow disciples. 　　In the corner of the bookshelf was a painting of four beauties, depicting them admiring a Jiangnan garden scene , each with a different posture and charming expression—the same four women Shi Yuan admired. Above the painting of the Four Beauties were a few small characters: "With these four beauties by my side, what more could one ask for in life? 　　" Shi Yuan thought to himself, "This is really bad. These things have clearly been rummaged through; my master's wife has probably found out. What am I going to do? No wonder she acted so strangely today. If word gets out, I, the third senior brother, will never be able to stay at Shuiyun Academy again." 　　"Young Master, Young Master. Are you there? Your door isn't closed." Just then, a clear and melodious voice came from outside the room. 　　Hearing this, Shi Yuan hurriedly lowered his head and began tidying up the paintings and calligraphy, becoming somewhat flustered. 　　"Don't come in! I'm not ready yet! Don't come in!" Yang Shi Yuan said hastily. 　　"Young Master, is there anything I can help you with? I'm coming in." The girl's voice, accompanied by approaching footsteps, reached Shi Yuan's ears. 　　Yang Shiyuan looked up and saw a girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old in green standing before him. She had two spirals in her hair , her large eyes sparkling, and her red lips slightly upturned, as if she was trying to suppress a smile. 　　"Young Master, don't hide it anymore. My master's wife and I saw the treasure you hid inside the other day," the girl in green said with a smile. 　　Yang Shiyuan's handsome face flushed red. He said, "How could that be? My master's wife wouldn't peek at my things. Sister , what exactly happened?" 　　The girl named Xin'er said, "It's all the young master's fault. Why didn't he put his things away properly? That day, his treasures fell out of the bookcase, and my master's wife and I happened to see them. We just wanted to help him tidy them up... but we didn't expect..." 　　Xin'er blushed as she continued, "Young master is so naughty! He wrote all sorts of nonsense and even... even drew some kind of 'Four Beauties' picture, and... he drew me in too! You don't know how angry my master's wife was. She kept calling you a little pervert, a little lecher." 　　Even Yang Shiyuan, who was usually thick-skinned, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He said in a low voice, "Good senior sister, good sister , good Xin'er, please stop talking." 　　"Pfft," Xin'er couldn't help but laugh when she saw Shiyuan begging for forgiveness. Hearing the laughter, Shi Yuan felt so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a hole. 　　Xin'er, seemingly unwilling to let Shi Yuan continue to suffer, quickly said, "Young Master, I'm leaving." She had only taken a few steps out the door back, standing at Shi Yuan's doorway, and said, "Young Master, don't worry. I don't think Master's wife is really angry; she likes you very much." 　　Hearing this, Shi Yuan couldn't help but ask, "And you? Are you angry?" Xin'er 　　's pretty face flushed slightly at these words, and she whispered, "I'm not angry. Of course...of course I'll serve Young Master for the rest of my life." Then, as if remembering something, her face darkened, "But Young Master hasn't avenged his great enemy yet; how can you only think of personal feelings?" With that, she hurriedly turned and ran out. 　　That night, Yang Shi Yuan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep until the third watch of the night. 　　In his drowsy state, Yang Shiyuan seemed to feel something rubbing his erect penis. He half-opened his eyes and saw his usually dignified and elegant master's wife, curled up seductively in front , revealing her snow-white, round buttocks. She looked at his thick, long penis with an unprecedentedly alluring gaze, and said with a seductive smile, "So thick! And it's a lovely pink color." 　　Yang Shiyuan immediately woke up and hurriedly said, "Master's wife, what are you doing?" 　　Wanrou chuckled, "Little pervert, don't you like me a lot? Don't call me master's wife today, just call me Sister Rou . Ling'er and I both like you very much. How about we both marry you?" 　　Yang Shiyuan said, "I do like you both, but how can a mother and daughter share one husband? Besides, what about my master ? Ah… Master's wife, don't do this." 　　Wanrou increased the speed of her rubbing, making his already thick penis even more erect, revealing…

It revealed its hideous true form, its mouth open as if to devour.
Wanrou's eyes revealed a look of infatuation, a hint of fear mixed with its enormous size, her fearful gaze tinged with

shyness —the inevitable expression of the conquered.
Wanrou gazed at the jade stem with adoration, lying on the bed, her buttocks raised, her hands tightly gripping the base of the jade stem

, her red lips parted slightly, and she extended her delicate tongue, exhaling a breath of fragrance from her mouth onto the jade stem. Then, she tentatively licked

the glans of the jade stem, quickly pulling away, raising her head, and gently looking at Shiyuan's reaction, softly asking, "

Do you like ?" Seeing Shiyuan's expression of ecstasy, Wanrou slowly calmed her unease: So he

likes me doing this too.
Wanrou extended her red tongue again, licking the groove of the jade stem, her mature, full breasts

swaying slightly from side to side with the movement of her head. Then, Wanrou opened her cherry-like mouth wide with all her might, laboriously swallowing the entire

head into her mouth.
Shi Yuan had never experienced such stimulation before, especially since the gentle beauty before him was the noble and pure goddess in his heart. Suddenly　　 , 　　a tingling sensation came from his lower back, and Shi Yuan ejaculated the semen he had accumulated for 16 years. Then, he fell into a deep , weary

sleep

.
＊... 　　"Knock, knock, it's time for Young Master to get up." A series of urgent knocks sounded at the door, and then Xin'er, dressed in a light blue silk dress, opened the door and entered Shi Yuan's room. 　　Shi Yuan was lying on his side on the bed, fast asleep, a slight smile on his face, seemingly still having a sweet dream, completely unaware that Xin'er had entered his room. 　　"Oh dear, Young Master, why are you still sleeping? It's already so late." Xin'er quickly went to Shi Yuan's bedside and shook him awake, continuing, "Didn't you promise your master's wife that you would definitely go for your morning exercise today? It's almost time, if you don't get up soon, your master's wife will be angry again." 　　Shi Yuan, who was still half asleep and dizzy, suddenly quickly throwing off the covers and getting up. 　　"Ah, what's going on?" Standing by the bed, Shi Yuan felt a cold, wet sensation between his legs and couldn't help but cry out. 　　Xin'er looked down at the sound and saw a wet patch on Shi Yuan's white pajama bottoms, which were clinging his inner thighs. A strange, pungent masculine smell wafted into Xin'er's nostrils, making the young girl feel dizzy. 　　Shi Yuan stood there awkwardly. Having secretly read forbidden books and possessing some medical knowledge, he naturally knew what it was. He glanced at Xin'er, only to see her head bowed, staring intently at the sticky substance, looking completely distracted. He wondered what she was thinking. "She must have noticed," Shi Yuan thought, his face flushing red with embarrassment. 　　Xin'er snapped out of her daze. Although she didn't know what it was, she vaguely knew that seeing it was inappropriate. She looked up and saw Shi Yuan staring at her, a jolt of fear washing over her: Had the young master seen her earlier absent-minded and embarrassing state? Thinking of this, a wave of emotion surged within her. She quickly spoke loudly to cover up her earlier embarrassment: "Young Master, what kind of dirty stuff is this? Or... we should change it quickly, let's hurry up and go, we 're almost late for our morning exercise." After saying this, Xin'er suppressed her embarrassment and ran out. 　　A while later, Xin'er and Shi Yuan were each using their lightness skills to quickly head towards the grass in the backyard. Suddenly, Xin'er felt a slightly damp large hand reach out and grab her small left hand, and she heard a soft voice in her ear: "Good sister, please don't tell anyone about what happened today, okay?" 　　Xin'er couldn't speak while maintaining her speed like Shi Yuan, so she could only nod slightly and raise her head. She felt the person behind her clearly relax, their steps seemed much lighter, and they gradually caught up and walked side by side with her. 　　Only then did Xin'er realize that Shi Yuan was still holding her hand. Her heart fluttered slightly, but her girlish reserve made her want to pull her hand away and shake Shi Yuan off. However, she couldn't bear to, so she could only let Shi Yuan pull her along and run towards the grass. 　　When the two arrived at the grassy area in the back garden, all the disciples of the sect had already arrived, and Wan Rou was patiently instructing the disciples the deficiencies in their martial arts. 　　Ling'er, with her sharp eyes, spotted Yang Shiyuan and Xin'er first, and said sweetly, "Brother Yang, Sister Xin'er, why are you so late..." Suddenly, Ling'er noticed that the two were walking hand in hand, and her voice immediately became hoarse, her pupils contracted, and she pouted, "Mother, look what time it is! Why is Senior Brother Shiyuan only arriving now? Mother, you should punish him!" 　　Wanrou, seeing the two walking hand in hand, felt a surge of resentment in her chest, and said sternly, "Yang Shiyuan, Li Xin'er, do you know that the country has its laws and the family has its rules? Morning practice is one of the compulsory courses of the Mountain and Water Poetry School. How can be late? Do you know that the entire school has wasted a lot of your time waiting for you two? 　　Especially Shiyuan, it was already wrong of him not to come for morning practice for several days in a row, and today he finally came, but he's so late again. Shiyuan, don't take advantage of this ..." " Just because your master and I spoil you, you think you can do whatever you want. Ling'er is right, I need to punish you two properly." 　　Upon hearing this, Shi Yuan and Xin'er both lowered their heads in fright. Xin'er was especially frightened and quickly pulled her left hand back from Shi Yuan's grasp , rubbing her hands together in front of her. 　　Wan Rou felt a little relieved when she saw the two of them separate their hands, but she couldn't help but be secretly alarmed: What's wrong with me today? Why am I so out of control? In the past, even if Shi Yuan didn't come to morning exercise, I wouldn't be too angry. He didn't need to participate in morning exercise anymore. And Xin'er must have been late because she was trying to wake Shi Yuan up. This wasn't the first or second time, and I've never been angry about it. Could it be that I got angry because the two of them came hand in hand ? Thinking of this, Wan Rou's pretty face flushed red, and she became even more certain of her thoughts.

Na Shiyuan mustered his courage, raised his head, and looked directly at his master's wife, ready to take responsibility alone. However, he

unexpectedly saw his master's wife's youngest daughter's shy demeanor. He immediately recalled the beautiful dream from the previous night, his heart fluttered, and he turned

his flushed head away, not daring to meet his master's wife's gaze.
Shi Yuan said, "Senior Sister Xin'er was late because she was trying to wake me up. The fault lies entirely with me, and I am willing to

take full responsibility."
Xin'er quickly said, "Master's Wife, I also failed to go to Junior Brother's room to wake him earlier. I am also at fault. I hope

Master's Wife will not blame Junior Brother alone."
Hearing that both of them were willing to take the blame for each other, Wan Rou's anger, which had subsided slightly, reignited. At this moment,

she heard Ling'er let out a muffled hum from her nose, which made her even more irritated. She couldn't help but

raise her voice, "Xin'er, Shi Yuan, you two go back to your rooms and copy the sect rules fifty times. Hand them in to my room at noon. Shi

Yuan, after you finish copying them, go to Yunshui Lake to reflect on your actions for three days. You have really gone too far."
This was the first time the disciples had seen their master's wife get angry, and it was also the first time they had seen their usually gentle and refined master's wife punish her

disciples. They were all so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe. Those disciples who originally wanted to say a few good words for Shi Yuan and Xin'er also

shut their mouths in time.
Seeing the astonished and frightened looks on the faces of the disciples, Wanrou grew increasingly anxious.
She had no desire to stay any longer and just wanted to return to her room to clear her head. So, she looked

around and announced, "Alright, it's getting late. That's enough for today's practice. Go back now."
Shiyuan, head drooping, listlessly walked back to his room. Seeing Shiyuan's dejected

state, Ling'er inwardly berated herself for stirring up trouble and adding fuel to the fire. She opened her mouth to speak but said nothing,

sighed, and also returned to her room with mixed feelings.
Wanrou hurried back to her room, closed the door, sat down in the sandalwood chair, raised her left hand to support her chin, and

slowly sorted out her thoughts.
Wanrou thought to herself, "What exactly are my feelings for Shiyuan? Could it be that I really like him? No,

no , absolutely not! Shiyuan is my junior, and I'm a married woman. How can I think like that?

What about my husband? Besides, Ling'er likes Shiyuan so much. Does she really want to end up like in Shiyuan's paintings, mother and daughter sharing

one husband?" Thinking this, Wanrou blushed, spat, and cursed herself for her wild thoughts and

shamelessness also felt a pang of sadness, slightly blaming Meng Zheng for not being considerate of his wife and only thinking about finding the family

heirloom.
After a while, Wanrou snapped out of her self-reproach and saw a few rays of sunlight streaming into the room. Looking

up , she saw the sun was high in the sky.
"Another sunny day," Wanrou thought. Suddenly, her expression softened, as if she

remembered something: that day had also been a bright and sunny day. At that time, Shi Yuan was just a naive young boy.

It was after that that her feelings changed. She seemed to have developed special feelings for Shi Yuan and could

no act like an elder...
*** *** *** ***
"Teacher's wife is really something. It's not a big deal, and the fault doesn't lie with my sister. Why did she

punish you too?"
A bright young girl was standing in Xin'er's room. She wore a red silk shirt and a black underskirt. The girl was surrounded by

a fiery red, and her every move showed youthful vitality.
Xin'er stopped writing and said, "Qian'er, don't say that. We did make a mistake this time. I

'm fine, but the young master..."
The girl impatiently interrupted Xin'er, saying, "Sister, you only have your young master in your heart, always

protecting him. This time, it was clearly his fault."
Xin'er said softly, "Qian'er, you don't understand the situation..." As she said this, two

red clouds , and she changed the subject, saying, "Sister is the same. Actually, you also like the young master very much."
Qian'er quickly said, "Pah, who's like you? That shameless scoundrel." Qian'er said... Here,

someone couldn't help but laugh, saying, "I can't help but bicker with him the moment I see him, how could I possibly like him?"

Then , Qian'er looked around and said mysteriously, "I think Master's wife has fallen for Shiyuan."
Xin'er's eyes widened instantly, startling Qian'er into silence. Xin'er's face hardened, and she said

seriously , "Junior Sister Qian, how can you be so worldly like everyone else?"
Qian'er lowered her head, her jade fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. Then, she raised her head, a hint of helplessness

flashing , and said to Xin'er, "Sister, you don't know, there's a rumor in the sect: Master and..." " My master and his wife's relationship isn't actually that

good."
Xin'er said, "Don't listen to those people's gossip. My master and his wife treat each other like guests. I haven't seen

them How could their relationship be bad?"
Qian'er said, "That's the problem. What couple never argues? How can a couple treat each other like

guests? You've noticed it too, haven't you? The way my master looks at his wife is strange. It seems like he doesn't see her as a woman."
Seeing Xin'er's silence, Qian'er continued, "Perhaps it's because his wife is too outstanding. She

surpasses my master in many ways." Qian'er paused slightly, her words already full of confidence, and said, " " Moreover, Master

seems very afraid of seeing Master's wife, he's been avoiding her. Otherwise, why haven't we seen him at all?"
Xin'er lowered her head and pondered for a while. Then, she raised her hand, smoothed her hair, and said, "What you said

makes some sense, but how can we, as juniors, make wild guesses? Alright, don't think about it anymore. I believe that

even if Master's wife and young master truly love each other, they would never do anything against morality."
A hint of sadness flashed between Qian'er's brows: "Yes, life is always full of helplessness. Even if two people

truly love each other, they may still not be able to be together."
*** *** *** ***
Yunshui Lake, its waters clear and green, rippled in the wind. Reeds and small sandbars dotted

the lake's somewhat monotonous surface. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the lake stretched out before one, its waters merging seamlessly with the sky, bathed in golden light

. It evoked the saying, "This lake exists only in heaven," and the name Yunshui Lake likely originated from this

.
"How beautiful!" exclaimed a dashing young man standing before a small wooden cabin by the lake, completely captivated by the breathtaking

scenery.
Gazing at the spectacular view of the sky and water merging into one under the setting sun, Shi Yuan's mood improved considerably. He turned and headed towards the cottage.
Reaching the door, he gently pushed it open with a creak. As soon
as he stepped inside, Shi Yuan was startled. A cotton quilt hung across the center, dividing the room in two. The furnishings were simple, but the room was exceptionally clean. Someone must regularly clean it. 　　"This is exactly the same as before! She hasn't forgotten! She hasn't forgotten!" Shi Yuan couldn't contain his elation and shouted, as if he had returned to the shores of Yunshui Lake two years ago. *** *** *** *** 　　Back then, Shi Yuan was only 14 years old, yet his martial arts skills were already highly developed, unmatched among the younger generation of the sect . 　　"Shi Yuan, do you know why your master's wife came here with you?" Wanrou then was just as gentle and mature as she was now. 　　"Shi Yuan doesn't know," Shi Yuan replied. 　　"Shiyuan, your martial arts have already reached the Innate Realm. In a few more years, you'll be virtually unmatched in the martial world. To achieve this at such a young age is truly remarkable," Wanrou praised. But then, she changed the subject, saying, "However, you should also know that there are countless masters in the martial world, each one more powerful than the last. To achieve such high inevitably breeds pride and complacency. Shiyuan, if you develop this mindset, your martial arts will stagnate, and you'll never improve further. 　　" "Shiyuan understands 　　," Wanrou said. "Shiyuan, then let's have a match and see just how far your martial arts have progressed ." 　　Shiyuan was overjoyed. He knew that the title "Floating Cloud Sword" wasn't given lightly. To be able to spar with such a master was the best thing that could happen to Shiyuan, who lacked practical experience. 　　The sound of clashing steel swords rang out instantly on the shores of Shuiyun Lake. 　　"Shiyuan, if you hold back any longer, this match will be meaningless." 　　"Yes, Master's Wife, your disciple will give it his all this time." 　　"Clang, clang, clang." The two exchanged blows, and in the blink of an eye, they had already fought over a hundred moves. Shiyuan used only one set of Soft Water Sword Technique from beginning to end. This sword technique, known for its defense, was executed flawlessly in Shiyuan's hands, leaving no openings. 　　Wanrou changed her sword technique several times, but she still couldn't break through Shiyuan's defense. She was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. The more Wanrou fought, the more alarmed she became. She thought to herself, "I didn't expect his martial arts to be so exquisite." Then she thought, "If I can't defeat him today, what's the use of what I said before?" She parted her lips slightly, gritted her teeth, and finally used her most skillful Floating Cloud Sword Technique. 　　Shiyuan's expression also became serious. The two gradually forgot that this was just a match between master and disciple, and each gave it their all. With a single move, Wanrou unleashed the "Blue Sky and White Clouds" technique. In an instant, sword shadows rose all around, surrounding Shiyuan . Shiyuan was caught off guard, frantically parrying and dodging left and right. He barely managed to evade the attack, only to see Wanrou's sword already thrusting towards his chest. 　　"Floating Clouds Sword, truly living up to its name," these words flashed through Shiyuan's mind, but it was too late to avoid it. He could only instinctively turn his body and extend his left leg to kick Wanrou. Seeing that Shiyuan was cornered and doomed, Wanrou quickly stopped, her sword resting on Shiyuan's chest. 　　At that moment, Wanrou heard a "whoosh" sound. It turned out that while Wanrou had stopped, Shiyuan's left foot had already swung up, kicking Wanrou in the waist. Fortunately, Shiyuan was mindful of his master's wife and didn't use any hidden force in the kick, so Wanrou didn't suffer any serious internal injuries. With a scream , Wanrou was thrown high into the air and landed with a splash in Yunshui Lake. 　　Shiyuan, witnessing this astonishing scene, was completely stunned and at a loss, his mind a jumble of confusion and deep self-reproach. 　　"Help... Shiyuan... help!" Wanrou choked on the lake water several times, her head spinning. She frantically thrashed at the surface, but to no avail. 　　Hearing her cries for help, Shiyuan suddenly remembered that his master's wife couldn't swim. He shouted, "Master's wife!" and immediately took off his clothes and jumped into the water. 　　Like a tiger descending a mountain, Shi Yuan sprinted forward with all his might. In the blink of an eye, he had swum close to his master's wife from behind. He reached out his left hand and tightly encircled her lower breasts from the left side, holding her close. He said, " Master's wife , don't panic. Don't move anything now. Just leave everything to me." 　　Wan Rou, having once lived amidst swords and shadows, gradually calmed down. As her mind settled , she realized that Shi Yuan was pressing her breasts tightly against her, her body clinging to his almost naked body in an extremely indecent position. She wanted Shi Yuan to move his arms around her waist, but she found it difficult to speak. Overwhelmed with shame, she ultimately said nothing and let Shi Yuan drag her ashore. 　　Inside the small wooden house by the lake, the firelight flickered. A cotton quilt hung horizontally in the room, dividing it into east and west sections . Shi Yuan inhaled the woman's unique, rich fragrance, thinking of his master's wife's exquisite, naked figure on the other side of the quilt. His mind had already drifted off into a dreamlike state. Wanrou sat there naked, dazed, the pungent scent of a young man wafting from across the room, making her even more flustered. 　　The small room was silent, utterly still; both seemed to keep their mouths shut, unwilling to speak. A subtle lust was brewing within the room, the atmosphere incredibly awkward. 　　Suddenly, Wanrou spoke, "Shiyuan, you… this… this isn't your fault. We both lack practical experience. What happened today is a secret between the two of us. Don't tell anyone. You… just forget about it. That's better for both of us." Wanrou's voice trailed off, almost inaudible. 　　Shiyuan had never heard Wanrou's soft voice before. He was captivated, unable to pull himself away, and unconsciously replied, "Mmm," savoring the memory of Wanrou's delicate voice. *** *** *** *** 　　"Brother Yang, Brother Yang." A series of sweet, tender voices pulled Shi Yuan from his reverie. Shi Yuan looked Ling'er hurrying towards the small house. 　　Shi Yuan asked in surprise, "Ling'er, why are you here? No one can come without Master and Mistress's permission."

"You came so quickly, did your master's wife send you?"
Ling'er said softly, "Brother Yang, it's all my fault. Today I saw you and Sister Xin'er holding hands

, and I couldn't control myself. I said bad things about you, causing you to be punished. Brother Yang, I felt so sad when I

got back , so I couldn't help but run here. Brother Yang, I'm so... I'm sorry." Ling'er

was on the verge of tears as she spoke.
Na Shiyuan scratched his head and ears, thinking to himself: How come I didn't know you said bad things about me? Seeing Ling'er's face streaked with tears, he

said with a pang of heartache, "Alright, Ling'er, Brother Yang isn't mad at you.

Ling'er , is this why you came?"
Hearing Shi Yuan's words, Ling'er seemed to magically regain her vitality, smiling sweetly through the tears, "

That's wonderful , Brother Yang, that's wonderful! Yes, I was so afraid Brother Yang would be angry with me because of this."
Seeing Ling'er both crying and laughing, Yang Shi Yuan's heart was instantly filled with boundless tenderness, and a surge of pride welled

up within him: such a small matter, and she was so worried about me. He couldn't help but open his arms and

tightly .
Ling'er nestled against Shi Yuan's chest and said, "Brother Yang, this is the first time I've been held by you, I'm so happy

!"
Shi Yuan felt the two unripe fruits on his abdomen slightly protrude, smelled

the fragrance , his heart fluttered, and his body immediately reacted.
"Huh? What's this?" Ling'er asked curiously. She gently pulled her hands away from Shi Yuan's and looked down.
Under the blue kimono, she saw a strange protrusion. Her curiosity piqued, she reached out

and grabbed it, asking Shi Yuan, "Brother Yang, what's this? Is it yours

?"
Shi Yuan was immediately speechless, his face flushed. He cursed the girl's ignorance, but since his penis was in her hands,

he had no choice but to answer, "This is Brother Yang's most precious treasure. Let go quickly, or Brother Yang will get angry."
Ling'er stuck out her tongue and stubbornly said, "No, I won't let go. Brother Yang is so fierce, so stingy! Can't I

even take a look? Brother Yang is so miserly, hiding his treasure in such an embarrassing place."
After saying this, Ling'er widened her eyes and stared intently at Shi Yuan's crotch, as if she had seen

something new and exciting. She gently touched the base of Shi Yuan's penis and saw that the protrusion was even

larger than before.
Ling'er, thinking she had discovered some secret, excitedly exclaimed, "Brother Yang, this is truly a treasure! It

can grow bigger!"
Shi Yuan's face turned pale, then red. Evil thoughts had long since taken root in his mind, and now they had broken free of moral constraints,

taking over his entire being. Shi Yuan was young, and it was inevitable that he would lose control sometimes. He had already decided in his heart that

Ling'er was his wife, and he could comfort himself by not violating his moral principles. But now, with evil thoughts taking hold, he

secretly made a decision.
"Ling'er, if you want to see, I'll let you see, but first, close your eyes, okay?"

Seeing quickly continued, "Good Ling'er, sweet Ling'er, brother is going to give you a

surprise. Don't you want to see the treasure?"
Hearing this, Ling'er released her hand that was gently stroking his penis, closed her eyes, and turned her body away. She said:

"Brother Yang, hurry up!"
Shi Yuan grinned wickedly, unbuckling his belt to reveal his already erect and imposing penis. His voice

trembled slightly as he said to Ling'er, "Alright, Ling'er, you can open your eyes now."
Ling'er turned around and saw Shi Yuan's naked lower body. She quickly covered her face with her hands and stamped her feet, saying, "Brother Yang

, you're so lewd! How could you show me something so disgusting?"
Shi Yuan coaxed her gently, "Ling'er, what you wanted to see is right here. Don't you

want to see ? This is the treasure you mentioned."
Ling'er slightly parted her fingers, stealing a glance at the penis. Her body trembled, and she quickly closed them again, looking incredibly shy and adorable

.
Seeing Ling'er's seductive demeanor, Shi Yuan could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed Ling'er's delicate hand and placed it on his

penis . He said, "Ling'er, keep rubbing. You've been rubbing me so well. Don't you want to make Brother Yang

feel good? Don't you want to make Brother Yang happy?"
Ling'er hesitated for a moment after hearing Shi Yuan's words, then finally began to rub her slender fingers up and down.
Shi Yuan felt an unusual surge of pleasure as his penis was being rubbed for the first time. He couldn't help but praise,

"Ling'er, you're so good."
Hearing this, Ling'er worked even harder, placing her right hand on Shi Yuan's penis and rubbing it from slow

to fast .
Seeing Ling'er's earnest expression, Shi Yuan felt a pang of guilt, but it was immediately

overwhelmed .
After a long time, Shi Yuan finally couldn't take it anymore. Having never masturbated before, he had no experience and forgot

to tell Ling'er to quickly move away.
His penis suddenly swelled even more, then the glans opened wide, and a stream of cloudy white semen gushed out,

spraying towards Ling'er's face.
Ling'er, who had never seen such a slightly fishy-smelling liquid spurt out before, was stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately,

and some of the liquid still sprayed all over her face and hair.
Shi Yuan thought to himself, "Oh no!" He stared at Ling'er, who smelled the fishy odor and immediately came to

her senses. She opened her mouth, about to cry out loud, but Shi Yuan knew he couldn't let her cry now,

or it would never end. He disregarded his disgust and quickly covered Ling'er's mouth, coaxing her, "

Ling'er, be good, brother loves you, brother likes you so much." Then, Shi Yuan quickly took Ling'er to the Yunshui Lake to

wash face and hair.
After washing, Ling'er looked calm. Just when Shi Yuan thought the matter was settled and breathed a sigh of relief,

Ling'er suddenly opened her mouth and said, "I'm going to tell Mother!" These words startled Shi Yuan out of his wits.
Shi Yuan quickly said, "Ling'er, this is a secret between you and me. There's no need to tell anyone else. Two

close people always have many little secrets."
Ling'er pouted and said, "I won't tell, but you have to swear an oath."
Shi Yuan made a bitter face and said, "Alright, alright, what oath do you want me to swear?"
Ling'er whispered, "I want you to say that you will marry me in the future."
Shi Yuan thought to himself: After this happened, even if you didn't tell, I would definitely marry you in the future. At that moment, his heart...

Without further hesitation, he loudly proclaimed, "Heaven above, your disciple Yang Shiyuan hereby swears that I will marry Junior Sister

Meng Ling If I break this oath, may I be punished by..."
Ling'er stepped forward and covered Shiyuan's mouth, shyly saying, "Alright, I understand, thank you. I believe

Brother Yang won't break his promise." She then rested her head on Shiyuan's shoulder and whispered, "From now on, I

will be your wife." Her voice was filled with joy.
The two leaned against each other, spending a silent but meaningful time together. Suddenly, Ling'er laughed, "

Brother Yang, that was something only husband and wife do, wasn't it? Actually, I already knew, but who told me

to be so unfair to ? I'm doing this to apologize."
There was another reason Ling'er didn't mention: her heart felt pressured, making her feel that Shiyuan might not

belong to her alone. Therefore, she wanted to get Shiyuan's promise as soon as possible.
Hearing this, Yang Shiyuan suddenly understood, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: he hadn't expected to be completely fooled by a little girl today

. Thinking that Ling'er seemed to have deliberately dug a pit for him to fall into, he couldn't help but

grit his teeth in hatred, thinking to himself: This Ling'er looks innocent, but she's a real little devil. Marrying her

will ordeal.
Chapter Three: Divorce
The next day, Shi Yuan got up very early. He saw Ling'er wearing a straw hat, holding a bamboo pole, and

leisurely fishing by the Shuiyun Lake.
Shi Yuan sat upright on the shore for a while, then suddenly stretched and muttered to himself, "In ancient times, there was Jiang Taigong

who fished , and those who were willing would take the bait. Today, I, Shi Yuan, fish, only for breakfast. We're both fishing, but our states of mind are worlds apart

. Jiang Taigong's wisdom is like the starlight and the bright moon; how could we, mere mountain commoners, possibly reach his level? However, although I am just a commoner

, I am not some ignorant person."
As Shi Yuan spoke, he couldn't help but think to himself, "These past few days, I've been acting too recklessly. What am I

thinking ? Could it be that my master's wife and Ling'er could really marry me?" Thinking of this, Shi Yuan involuntarily pictured his master's wife

and daughter, Ling'er, side by side on the bed, their heads swaying and their hips undulating seductively. But in an instant, the beautiful faces of the mother and daughter in Shi Yuan's mind

suddenly transformed into the resolute and handsome face of a middle-aged man.
Shi Yuan immediately jumped up, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "Slap, slap," two crisp slaps rang out.

Shi Yuan said fiercely, "Leaving aside the fact that a mother and daughter sharing a husband is against ethics, how

could I possibly harbor evil thoughts towards his wife, given the kindness my master showed me in raising me? I'm truly worse than a beast!"
"Senior brother, something terrible has happened! Something's happened at Shuiyun Pavilion! Come back with me quickly!"
A clear, girlish voice suddenly came from behind Shi Yuan, startling him again. He quickly turned around

and saw a beautiful girl rushing out of the bushes behind him. She looked flustered, her crimson clothes covered in

dust, and fine beads of sweat on her forehead, clearly indicating that she had come in a great hurry. In the blink of an eye, the girl was beside Shi Yuan.

Without saying a word , she grabbed Shi Yuan's hand, used the "Cloud and Mist Steps" movement technique, and dragged Shi Yuan swiftly towards Shuiyun Pavilion.
"Junior Sister Qian, what exactly happened?" Shi Yuan asked, bewildered. "What happened at Shuiyun Pavilion

?"
Qian'er replied, "I'm not entirely sure either. Sister Xin'er knows more; she's the one who sent me.

Come back to Shuiyun Pavilion with me quickly, and you'll find out then."
The two used their lightness skills to travel for a while, when Qian'er suddenly said, "I heard everything you said earlier

. Who told you to speak so loudly?"
Shi Yuan's body stiffened instantly, and he quickly turned to look at her. He saw Qian'er staring at him with wide, bright eyes,

a half-smile on her face.
Yang Shi Yuan felt a surge of panic, his steps slowing down. He asked urgently, "What did you hear?"
Qian'er laughed but didn't answer. After a long while, Qian'er finally said, "Senior Brother, you don't need to portray

yourself so negatively."
Shi Yuan suddenly felt dizzy and his steps faltered: She heard it! She heard it!

What should I do now? Junior Sister Qian and I have always been at odds. If she finds out about my affair with Master's wife, I'm doomed

.
Qian'er watched Shi Yuan's helpless state with interest, a sly smile flashing across her face. She said,

"Senior brother, I can keep quiet, but... but you have to remember you owe me a huge favor."
Shi Yuan felt a chill in his heart: "Such a huge handle has fallen into this witch's hands. How can I ever recover
? Alas... I'm like meat on a chopping board now, completely helpless.
" He said, "Very well, then I thank you, Junior Sister Qian'er. I will always remember your kindness."
A short while later, Shi Yuan and Qian'er arrived at the gate of Shuiyun Residence. They saw that

all were hanging their heads and sighing, looking listless. Shi Yuan felt a little strange. He walked into the residence and pulled

his usually close seventh junior brother aside, saying, "Haoqing, what happened?"
Seventh junior brother Haoqing said, "Alas... Master, Master, he... alas..." Haoqing sighed repeatedly,

unable to continue.
Upon hearing this, Shi Yuan was shocked. He grabbed Hao Qing's shoulders and shook him violently, shouting, "What

happened to Master? What happened to him? Did something happen to him outside...?" At this point, Shi Yuan dared not

continue .
Hearing Shi Yuan repeatedly inquire about the sect leader's situation, the other disciples in the courtyard showed

expressions of embarrassment and contempt. Some even shouted, "What kind of sect leader is he? I will never acknowledge such a master again. He has disgraced the Landscape

Poetry School!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Yuan was instantly enraged and roared, "What did you say? How dare you insult our master!
You are rebellious! You...you..." He was so angry that he could barely speak.

Shi Yuan moved his right hand to the hilt of his sword, leaned forward slightly, and prepared to fight the man to the death.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was extremely tense, and a life-or-death battle between fellow disciples was about to break out. Just then, Xin'er

rushed out of the hall and said, "Young Master, why are you still here? Master's wife is waiting for you. Come in with

me quickly. Sister Qian'er, you come too." After saying that, ignoring Shi Yuan's objections, she took his slightly rough

hand and walked into the hall.
"Good sister, what happened?" Shi Yuan asked as he walked, his tone extremely urgent. He arrived at...

They were still completely baffled, unable to figure out what had caused the entire sect to suddenly lose all morale and change

its demeanor.
Xin'er was extremely surprised and said, "Young Master, how come you don't know yet?" Then, she gritted her teeth and said, "

Master ... Master has... has resigned from his position as sect leader, left the sect, and even

divorced his wife."
"Ah???" Shi Yuan was stunned, stopping in his tracks and standing there

motionless it was no use.
"Sister, I was startled myself. Senior Brother loves Master so much, could he... could he be scared

silly?" Qian'er asked softly. Xin'er
quickly scolded, "Don't talk nonsense. What time is it now? Don't cause trouble."
As soon as she finished speaking, a loud "Ah!" was heard. Shi Yuan seemed to have gone mad, running towards Wan

Rou's residence. His expression was extremely complicated: disbelief, frustration, disappointment, and even a little bit of

excitement .
Shi Yuan pushed open Wan Rou's door and immediately saw her sitting upright on the mahogany bed, looking somewhat listless,

her eyes slightly red and swollen, clearly having been crying. Shi Yuan glanced around briefly; inside the mahogany bed, a petite and delicate woman

lay , seemingly his junior sister Meng Ling, while not far from the door stood a

handsome man in flowing white robes, wearing a jade hairpin—his senior brother Xu Jianqing.
Shi Yuan was momentarily speechless, simply standing there awkwardly. Wanrou was visibly relieved to see Shiyuan return,

her heart no longer so heavy, but her eyes were even redder and swollen, and her once calm face was now

filled grievance. She took a deep breath and said, "Shiyuan, you're back. It's good that you're back. Here's a

letter from your master. You... take it and read it yourself.
" The letter read: "To all disciples of the sect: I am fortunate to have been appointed sect leader, and have been here for thirteen years. However, my wisdom is shallow,

my talent limited , and my learning insufficient. Now I am exhausted, both physically and mentally, and my mind is in turmoil. Therefore, I request to take my leave.
To my wife, Wanrou: We have been married for sixteen years, like a pair of lovebirds. However, the lack of children is

a common occurrence throughout history. As I write this letter, I still think of our past kindness, my heart is heavy, and tears stream down my face.
Written on the eleventh of October."
After reading the letter, Shiyuan handed it to Xin'er and Qian'er, who had rushed into the room. Then, he suddenly raised

his head , his gaze fixed on Wanrou, his eyes filled with concern.
Wanrou and Shiyuan gazed at each other for a while, but ultimately couldn't resist his nakedly loving gaze. She turned her head away,

her cheeks flushing red.
For a moment, the room was silent. Everyone seemed unable to find a topic to talk about or know how to start a conversation, making the already

heavy atmosphere even more oppressive.
After a short while, Wanrou gently turned her fair neck, facing the crowd. Her pretty face remained unchanged, but she showed no

emotion whatsoever. She solemnly said, "Everyone knows about this now, right? As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and

similarly, the position of sect leader cannot be vacant. Since your master has abandoned us and no longer serves as sect leader,
our Landscape Poetry School should also establish a new sect leader. The Landscape Poetry School must not be ridiculed by the martial arts world again.

I, as the only eighth-generation disciple in the school, announce: Yang Shiyuan..."
"Wait," Xu Jianqing, who was standing to the side, quickly interjected, "Master's wife, I think something seems amiss

."
"Oh?" Wanrou was startled and looked at Jianqing urgently, but saw that he had his head lowered so low that he could not see

the expression . Wan Rou asked, "What are your thoughts, Jianqing?"
Xu Jianqing raised his head, his face calm. He slowly said, "This matter should be considered carefully.

Although this letter is in Master's handwriting, it is written so concisely and unclearly. Moreover, we don't know

where Master is now, or what important matters he has that require him to stay away for so long. I think it's highly likely that Master

was forced to write this letter while being held hostage."
Jianqing paused, looked around at everyone, and saw that they all had different expressions and seemed to be deep in thought. He secretly thought to himself...

He smiled and continued, "In that case, our sect will surely be disgraced in the martial world, and the Landscape Poetry Sect will collapse without a fight

. Although Master's martial arts are high, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Master is alone, and there's

a possibility that he might be captured. I think the most urgent thing is to find Master as soon as possible, find out the reason, and confirm whether

Master really intends to resign from the position of sect leader. It won't be too late to make plans then."
Ling'er had already woken up by this time. She sat on the edge of the bed, tears still on her small face. She said in a hoarse voice:

"Brother Qing, are you telling the truth?"
Xu Jianqing looked at Ling'er gently and said, "Yes, brother has never lied to you."
Ling'er seemed to regain her energy all at once. She said excitedly, "I knew it! How could Father abandon us

? Brother Qing is the smartest." In the blink of an eye, she lowered her head again: "But if Father

gets caught , he will be in big trouble." She leaned her head against Wanrou's chest and said, "Mother, what did Father go to

do? Mother, you must know, Mother, you must know! Tell us quickly!"
Wanrou looked at Ling'er with affection, raised her right hand, and gently stroked Ling'er's little face twice. Then, she raised

her head and saw that everyone had curious expressions on their faces. She couldn't help but glance at Jianqing again. Wanrou lowered her head and thought for a while, then sighed

and said, "Actually, your master has been traveling around all these years in order to find the sect's secret treasure—

Shuiyunjian."
"What, Mother? Isn't Shuiyunjian the name of our mansion? What kind of secret treasure is that?" Ling'er

poked her little head out of Wanrou's arms, her eyes wide open, her brows furrowed, and asked in confusion.
Wanrou glared at Ling'er, her tone slightly harsher, and said, "Little girl, don't interrupt. Let me finish."

Then , she couldn't help but explain to Ling'er, "The name of this mansion is actually taken from that secret treasure."
After explaining, Wanrou looked around at everyone and said, "Shuiyunjian, that was

left . To this day, very few people in the martial arts world know about it, and even among those who do, few can clearly explain

what it is—is it a weapon, armor, lightness skill, swordsmanship, or internal energy cultivation method?"
As Wanrou said this, seeing Ling'er's little mouth pouting, she sighed, pulled her back into her arms,

and said softly, "Ling'er, when will you understand things a little?" Wanrou smiled helplessly at everyone and continued,

"Actually, even we disciples of the Landscape Poetry School don't know much about it."
Wanrou paused suddenly, carefully observing the expressions on everyone's faces, and slowly began to speak: "The 'Water and Clouds'

is actually an internal energy cultivation method. Back then, your Grandmaster Meng was a genius, and he also received guidance from the Master Zhang Sanfeng, reaching the pinnacle of

martial arts . According to the sect's records, this internal energy cultivation method he created in his later years is absolutely superior

to Shaolin's 'Yi Jin Jing'."
Wanrou continued, "Your Grandmaster Meng was afraid that this miraculous cultivation method, which could seize the creation of heaven and earth, would fall into

the hands of bad people, so he specially hid this martial arts manual in a little-known place, waiting for a destined person to obtain this

opportunity and master this divine skill."
Wanrou was speaking at the most exciting point when she suddenly stopped. She looked deeply at Shiyuan in front of her and said:

"Actually, this matter is also related to the extermination of the Yang family."
Upon hearing this, Shiyuan immediately tensed his hands, looked at Xin'er beside him, and saw that she was also tense

and trembling. Shi Yuan quickly reached out his slightly damp hand and grabbed Xin'er, only to find

it extremely slippery. Xin'er was in a sorry state; her hands were covered in fragrant sweat, making her already delicate and tender

hands even more slippery.
Wan Rou's pupils contracted slightly, then quickly returned to normal. She continued, "Back then, Master Meng drew

a map about 'Shuiyun Jian' and entrusted it to Shi Yuan's ancestor for safekeeping. Twelve years ago, it seems

a mysterious organization in the martial arts world learned of this. To seize 'Shuiyun Jian,' they finally… finally…

Alas, Shi Yuan, Xin'er, it's just that we arrived too late. We only managed to save the two of you. It's truly regrettable

."
Wan Rou paused, stealing a glance at Shi Yuan's face, her body trembling slightly. She changed the subject, saying: "I

found it strange at first too. This matter was supposed to be highly confidential,

known Logically, not a word should have leaked. I only
heard about it from your master after the Yang family was wiped out." Wanrou's voice still carried a hint of bitterness as she spoke of Meng Zheng; she seemed not yet

recovered from the blow of the divorce letter.
The room fell silent again, but after a short while, Yang Shiyuan couldn't help but ask, "Master's wife,

do you know what kind of sect that mysterious organization is in the martial arts world?"
Wanrou replied, "I don't know either. Two years ago, there was a rumor that a secret

manual's map had appeared near Taihu Lake, and people in the martial arts world were flocking to it. Shiyuan, Xin'er, as you know, the Yang family's old residence is in Suzhou

Prefecture, so your master speculated that it was very likely the map to 'Shuiyun Jian'."
Wanrou suddenly became saddened again, "Alas... I never thought he would be gone for two years, I never thought he would actually...

Alas..."
Seeing this, Shiyuan's heart tightened, and he quickly comforted her, "Master's wife, don't be too sad.

Everything unresolved." "I believe Master would never abandon our Landscape Poetry School."
Wanrou tightened her grip on Ling'er's arm and added, "Master's wife is alright now, thank you

."
Xu Jianqing interjected, "Master's wife, the most urgent thing now is to find Master. Master's wife is now

the acting head of the Shuiyun Sect, and many matters in the sect require her personal attention. Naturally, she can't be in two places at once.

Perhaps , perhaps I should go in Master's wife's place?"
Wanrou glanced at Jianqing, pondering: Jianqing has never volunteered before, why is he so eager this time?

Suddenly , a thought flashed through Wanrou's mind, and she was secretly alarmed: Could it be that he's doing this for that "Shuiyun Jian"...? Wanrou

grew increasingly alarmed, cold sweat beading on her back. She quickly said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am, after all,

your master's wife. I should go. You all stay here; I'll go alone

. The affairs of the sect will depend on you."
Shiyuan suddenly stood up and said, "How can we be at ease with our master's wife traveling alone? Besides,

this matter concerns the blood feud between Xin'er and me." Shiyuan paused, glanced at Xin'er, and his tone became

unusually resolute. He said, "Let Xin'er and I go with you. Senior Brother is watching over Shuiyun Pavilion; nothing

will happen ."
Wanrou stood up abruptly and scolded, "Nonsense! How can Jianqing alone... how can he be enough?! You,

you..." Suddenly, she saw Shiyuan's sharp gaze and resolute expression, and her heart trembled

. She couldn't finish her sentence.
The two stared at each other for a while, and finally, Wanrou said softly, "Alright, you can come with me."
"Mother, I want to go too! I want to go too, Mother!"
"Master's wife, Xin'er wants to go too."
The two spoke almost at the same time, but Ling'er's words revealed a bit of coquettishness, while Xin'er's words contained

a bit of pleading.
"My mind is made up, there's no need for further discussion," Wanrou's voice was not loud, but unusually firm: "Go back

now."
Wanrou ignored Ling'er's unreasonable demands and said to Xin'er, who had already stepped out the door, "Xin'er, you stay here

, I have something to say." She turned to Ling'er and said softly, "Ling'er, you go out too, I have

something important to tell Xin'er."
"Hmph~" Ling'er snorted heavily and ran out.
After Ling'er had disappeared from sight, Wanrou forced a smile and said, "After what happened, she...
sigh...she still hasn't grown up."
Xin'er comforted her, "Little sister Ling'er is still young, she'll understand when she's older."
Wanrou said, "I hope so."
After saying that, Wanrou suddenly fell silent. After a while, she said, "Xin'er, you

must be very unhappy that you can't come to Taihu Lake with us this time. Perhaps...perhaps you still hold a grudge against your master's wife."
Xin'er quickly bowed and said, "Xin'er wouldn't dare."
Wanrou beckoned Xin'er to sit beside her and said softly, "Xin'er," "Although your mother was just a

maid in the Yang household, we had a sisterly bond. I've watched you grow up since you were little, so I should

be considered half a relative of yours. Xin'er, you're introverted and don't usually express your opinions. But

don't hold back in front of me; just say whatever you're thinking."
Xin'er thought for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "Master's wife, I... I really want to go. My parents... they all...

I want... I want to investigate those murderers myself. And, Young Master... Young Master has never left me."
Xin'er's voice choked up as she spoke, and her eyes reddened.
Wanrou held Xin'er in her arms, extending her slender fingers to gently wipe away Xin'er's tears, sighing, "Xin'er

, there's no other way. This decision was made out of necessity. It's not that your master doesn't want you to go, it's just..."
Wanrou paused, glancing out the window, then giving Xin'er a mysterious look before whispering, "Xin'er,

you must keep a close eye on someone. When Shiyuan and I aren't around, you must keep a close watch on him."
Xin'er sensed the gravity of the matter and looked up, asking, "Master's wife, who is it?"
Wanrou lowered her voice, "Xu Jianqing."
Xin'er exclaimed "Ah!" then quickly covered her mouth, looking at Wanrou in surprise, whispering,

"Senior Brother? How could it be him?"
"Jianqing is an exceptionally talented and intelligent child. Among your generation, only Shiyuan is slightly better than him." Wanrou

spoke of Shiyuan, her face showing a mixture of love and pity. "Your young master isn't as

mature ."
Wanrou lowered her voice further, saying, "Your master believes Jianqing is extremely ambitious and warned

me to be wary of him."
"Sigh..." Wanrou sighed, then continued, "I didn't really believe it at first. I used to think he

was the most suitable person to take over the position of sect leader. But... sigh... I'm afraid, I'm afraid the Mountain and Water Poetry School will be ruined in his

hands."
Wanrou took a deep breath and continued, "This time, I deliberately revealed the secret of Shuiyun Sect to everyone,

just to test his reaction. Sigh... he... he really disappointed me."
Xin'er's expression shifted several times in a short time, from surprise to disbelief to contempt.
Wanrou quietly looked at Xin'er, and after her expression calmed down, she instructed, "After we leave, you

must keep a close eye on him. Don't let him cause any trouble in Shuiyun Pavilion."
Wanrou paused, her tone suddenly becoming more serious than ever before: "The Landscape Poetry School is temporarily entrusted

to you."
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Many readers don't understand why Wanrou was divorced. Meng Zheng's letter actually stated: "Childlessness

warrants divorce," one of the seven grounds for divorce in ancient China, meaning that a woman who has not given birth to a son should be

divorced .
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Chapter Four: Departure
Shiyuan returned to his room, his heart pounding with excitement, and he couldn't help but jump around the room. He was sometimes excited,

sometimes sad, and sometimes happy. For a while, there were constant noises coming from the room.
Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door, and a sweet voice said, "Brother Yang,

open the door quickly , it's me, Ling'er."
Yang Shiyuan quickly stopped moving his limbs, walked to the door, and opened the latch.
A girl in purple appeared before them. Upon seeing Yang Shiyuan, she immediately wrapped her arms around

his waist , buried her face in his chest, and whined, "Mother is the worst! She never lets me know anything,

never lets me do anything! It's driving me crazy!"
Shiyuan panicked and quickly carried Ling'er into the room, closing the door behind him. He gently scolded, "Ling'er,

how can you be so bold? If your master's wife sees us like this, we're doomed."
Ling'er replied, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm your wife now! My mother is the worst, I don't care about her at all."
Shiyuan said, "You need to be more sensible. Such a big thing has happened; your mother needs your care right now . Why are you still acting so recklessly?" 　　Hearing this, Ling'er gritted her teeth. She pinched Shiyuan's waist hard with two fingers, stomped her foot, and said, "

You're so annoying!" "Brother Yang, why... why are you criticizing me too? It's not that I don't care about Mother, but... but... I miss Father too, I want to see him soon, but Mother... I hate you all so much!" 　　Yang Shiyuan, enduring a sharp pain in his lower back, frowned and gritted his teeth, saying, "Ling'er, you're really so unruly ." 　　Once the pain subsided slightly, Shiyuan explained gently, "Your mother is only doing this for your own good. You're only 14, too young to travel the world; it's a dangerous place. When you're older , your master's wife will naturally take you out." 　　Ling'er nestled quietly in Shiyuan's arms for a while before asking, "Brother Yang, what were you doing up there? Why are the sounds in the room so strange?" 　　Shiyuan's handsome face flushed red, unable to answer for a moment. He stammered for a while, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said: "Well... actually, I was practicing martial arts in my room." 　　Ling'er asked doubtfully, "Who practices martial arts in their room?" She shook her head and said, "Never mind, anyway, Brother Yang is always very strange." 　　Shi Yuan was speechless, and smiled bitterly, thinking, "This little girl is teasing me again." He didn't say anything, just enjoying the soft, warm feeling against his chest. 　　Both of them were new to love and naturally didn't know how to flirt. They just felt that embracing each other like this was the ultimate happiness. 　　After some time, Ling'er suddenly remembered something and said sadly, "Brother Yang, you're leaving tomorrow . I... I don't know anything. Let me serve you one more time." After saying that, her little hand reached down, trying to grab Shi Yuan's manhood. 　　Shi Yuan thought to himself: You're kidding me. This isn't Yunshui Lake. If I get caught, that would be terrible. I can't mess around like this again . Shi Yuan acted on his impulse, quickly reaching out to grab Ling'er's slender, snake-like arm, saying, "Ling'er... don't be silly. I have to travel tomorrow. Let's wait until we're married ." 　　Hearing Shi Yuan mention "marriage," Ling'er's face lit up. She tiptoed, leaned in, and gently kissed Shi Yuan with her fragrant, moist lips. Then, her face immediately hardened, and she said sternly, "Brother Yang, don't forget I'm your wife now. You're not allowed to look at any of those girls in the martial world, or else..." 　　She suddenly stopped, pinched Shi Yuan's arm, and continued, "Or else come back and see how I punish you." After saying this, Ling'er's face inexplicably flushed red. She turned and ran away . 　　Shi Yuan was completely bewildered by her sudden change in temperament, his lips feeling a cool sensation...

The gentle sensation, like the lingering scent of a young girl's fresh red lips, left him speechless, his mind a complete

blank .
He remained in this dazed state for an unknown amount of time until a series of knocks on

the door pulled Shi Yuan back from his reverie.
His mind cleared, and light returned to his pupils.
A fiery red figure came into view. She leaned against the door, her left elbow raised,

her body limp and weightless, as if she were leaning entirely on the doorpost. Her clothes were

loose, her left sleeve slipped down to her elbow, revealing a section of her lotus-root-like arm.
It was Qian'er. Shi Yuan was secretly startled, wondering, "What's wrong with Qian'er? Has she changed her personality

? Where has the lively, cheerful, and carefree Qian'er gone?"
Suppressing the urge to ask, Shi Yuan stood up and said, "Junior Sister Qian, why are you still standing at the door

? Come in quickly."
Qian'er slowly walked in and stood beside Shi Yuan, her hands clasped behind her back, her mouth slightly open,

yet she hesitated to speak. Her expression was unpredictable, as if she had something difficult to say.
Shi Yuan quietly watched her, and after a while, he couldn't help but say, "Junior Sister,

please to say. We…" Shi Yuan paused, seemingly thinking about what to say. Then, he continued

, "Although we've been bickering, we're still friends, right?"
Upon hearing this, Qian'er seemed to suddenly regain her vitality. She nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, we're

friends , we're friends!"
Qian'er smiled, seemingly a little reluctant, but her playful

nature . She said, "Senior brother, don't forget you still owe me a favor."
Shi Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He said with a bitter face, "I knew

nothing tell me, Junior Sister Qian, what do you want me to do this time?"
"Senior brother, don't think so badly of me," Qian'er giggled, her expression now relaxed.
Then, Qian'er jokingly added, half-seriously, "However, if I ever do anything to offend you

, please forgive me."
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The sun set, and the evening glow filled the sky.
Shi Yuan leaned against the window, gazing at the sky, murmuring, "When I see this sunset again tomorrow, I wonder

where I will be." A deep sense of melancholy washed over him, his heart unable to find peace.
Suddenly, Shi Yuan felt a darkness before his eyes, as if something had blocked his vision. Then, a

soft, beautiful voice called out, "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, of course I know." Shi Yuan's voice trembled slightly, a thousand emotions flashing through his heart.

"It's been so many years, so many years since I felt like this."
Shi Yuan raised his hand, taking the hands that were covering his eyes, and gently placed them on the soft back of his hands. A thousand words seemed to flow from

his heart , but ultimately, they shrunk to the simplest of phrases: "Xin'er, why are you here?"
"Young Master, I…Young Master, let me pack your change of clothes for when you go out," Xin'er said.
After speaking, Xin'er went to the wardrobe, took out several scholar's robes that Shi Yuan liked, placed them by the bed, and silently

began to fold them.
She straightened the clothes, piece by piece, her heart growing heavier with each passing moment, tears streaming

down her face.
Finally, the clothes were finished, but Xin'er could no longer hold on. With a soft sob, she slumped onto the edge of the bed.
Shi Yuan rushed to her side, gently wiping away her tears with his sleeve. His eyes stung with tears. He

turned his head away and softly recited:
"A beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sitting deep within, her brows furrowed.
Only tear stains are seen, but who knows whom she hates in her heart?"
Hearing this, Xin'er could no longer hold back. She pressed her head tightly against Shi Yuan's chest and cried out,

"Young Master, I'm so scared! The martial world is so dangerous! Young Master... Young Master..."
Shi Yuan didn't speak, but simply used all his strength to hold Xin'er's waist tightly. He felt a surge of

emotion, a hint of uncertainty about the future, but above all, the bitterness of parting.
Xin'er cried for a while, then noticed that Shi Yuan's clothes were soaked, sticky, and somewhat disgusting. Xin'er

blushed, feeling embarrassed. She was about to sit up, but then, wanting to stay in Shi Yuan's warm embrace,

she buried her face even deeper.
Happy times always pass so quickly; in the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with stars. Xin'er lay in

Shi Yuan's arms, resting her head on his thigh, and said, "Young Master, if anything happens to you, I...

I will..." Her tone was resolute.
"Don't say it, don't say it." Looking at her tear-streaked face and cherry-red lips, Shi Yuan suddenly

felt a surge of desire. He lowered his head, and a delicate fragrance wafted into his nose.
Shi Yuan and Xin'er met eyes, their breathing quickening. Xin'er's face flushed crimson, and she shyly

closed her eyes, but her lips pouted slightly, as if inviting him to taste her.
Finally, Shi Yuan's slightly chapped lips touched something soft and moist, like a timely spring rain on parched

earth . Both of them shuddered as if struck by lightning, their bodies stiffening,

afraid to even breathe.
After a long wait, Shi Yuan extended his tongue and gently licked Xin'er's lips. While Xin'er was completely lost in

a , Shi Yuan effortlessly pried open her lips, carefully licking her two rows of white teeth.

Then, he broke through her last line of defense, his tongue slipping into a warm, moist space, intertwining with another

incredibly soft piece of flesh, guiding it around, while simultaneously sucking on Xin'er's saliva, savoring

the delicious taste from the young girl's mouth.
Xin'er's mind was completely elsewhere, her consciousness filled only with the exquisite sensations.
Shi Yuan could no longer restrain himself. He reached out and unfastened Xin'er's silk robe, revealing a white

bodice . On the bodice was embroidered a delicate blue lotus, and the girl's fragrance filled the room.
"No!" Xin'er snapped out of her daze and immediately blocked An Lushan's hand from her chest,

whispering shyly, "Xin'er already belongs to my lord. I was born a member of the Yang family, and I will die a member of the Yang family. But,

but young master has to travel tomorrow. How can you, how can you exert yourself today?"
Shi Yuan looked at Xin'er with affection and said, "I know, it was my fault." He stood up,

covered Xin'er with his quilt, and then quickly slipped into bed, saying, "Sister Xin'er,

sleep with me tonight."
Ignoring Xin'er's objections, he turned to one side, stretched out his right hand, and curled his thigh around her, half-embracing her

on the bed. Then, he closed his eyes, inhaling the girl's fragrance, secretly pleased, and quickly fell asleep.
With her beloved so close, Xin'er couldn't sleep; joy, worry, and sorrow all

surged her.
After a good cry, Xin'er was quite tired and soon drifted off

to sleep .
The two slept together, fully clothed, for the night.
The next morning...
A hurried voice came from Shi Yuan's room: "Young Master, please let me go back to my room quickly. If someone

finds out , I'll be too ashamed to face anyone."
Shi Yuan teased, "Still calling me Young Master? You should call me Husband now."
Before long, all the disciples of the Landscape Poetry School gathered in front of the Shuiyun Mansion. They were no longer as

dejected as yesterday and were discussing among themselves.
"Who dares to threaten Master?"
"I think it was those shameless scoundrels who attacked Master. Otherwise, how could Master have been captured with his martial arts skills

?"
"No, someone must have used some cheap sleeping potion to knock Master unconscious first. Master is invincible.

How could a few shameless juniors capture Master?"
"Yes, yes, Senior Brother is so knowledgeable."
The noise suddenly quieted down. It turned out that Wanrou was walking over slowly. Today she was wearing a tight-fitting

female warrior's outfit. Her rounded arms, full waist, long, round legs, and slightly upturned buttocks

made her figure very voluptuous. She exuded the mature aura of a woman.
Wanrou said, "Shiyuan, let's go."
"Respectfully seeing off the acting sect leader, Third Senior Brother," the disciples said in unison.
The two reached the mountainside. Looking down at the bustling city below, Yang Shiyuan was suddenly filled with boundless pride. He stretched out

his arms and shouted, "The martial world has arrived! I, Yang Shiyuan!"
[End of Part One]
Next
Part Preview: Yang Shiyuan enters the martial world for the first time; Zeng Wanrou travels a thousand miles to find her husband.
Part
Two: Entering
the Martial World Chapter One
: Conflict After traveling for several days, Shiyuan and Wanrou arrived at a large, densely populated town.
It was midday, and the town was bustling with people and vehicles, a lively and vibrant scene.
Walking down the street, Wanrou suddenly felt hungry. Looking up, she saw the sun was high in the sky, and it seemed to be

lunchtime . So, she led Shiyuan to a small restaurant.
They called the waiter, ordered food and drinks, and went into the inner room. The restaurant seemed to be doing good business, with

many customers. They found a secluded table against the wall and sat facing each other.
They looked at each other, wanting to speak, but couldn't find anything to say, so they remained silent, and

the atmosphere became awkward.
Fortunately, the food and drinks were served soon, and they quickly picked up their bowls and chopsticks and buried themselves in their food to

hide their embarrassment.
Although the restaurant was small, the dishes were light and elegant, and tasted quite good. They couldn't help but

praise them .
While eating, Shi Yuan suddenly thought of everyone at Shuiyun Pavilion, and for a moment he lost his appetite. Holding his bowl

and chopsticks, he pondered: "I wonder if Junior Brother Haoqing listened to my instructions and kept a

close eye on Xin'er and Ling'er, especially Ling'er, that little girl is so mischievous." Thinking this, Shi Yuan smiled slightly, then

reassured himself: "I don't need to worry too much. Haoqing promised me; he's my good brother, and he keeps

his promises. Why should I worry unnecessarily?"
Feeling slightly relieved, Shi Yuan buried his head and ate a few more mouthfuls of food. Just as he finished chewing, Shi Yuan suddenly heard

a beautiful and poignant melody, a clear and melodious voice.
Startled, Shi Yuan quickly looked up, thinking: "Such beautiful

singing !"
A beautiful young woman sat at a table near the door. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she had a delicate face,

large, bright eyes, and wore coarse linen clothes. She was rather slender, with a pitiful expression. She held a wooden pipa (

a Chinese lute), her slender hands resting lightly on it. A melodious tune flowed from her hands, and a gentle voice sang from her throat.
Shi Yuan secretly scolded himself for his carelessness; he hadn't even noticed such a beautiful young woman entering the inner room. At the same time,

he couldn't help but feel pity for her: he wondered which good family's daughter she was, yet she
had been reduced to singing and begging for money here. In an instant, all the diners in the restaurant were drawn to the music, falling silent. Some even stopped

eating, pricking up their ears to listen intently to the beautiful song. When the song ended, applause erupted

, and cheers continued.
The diners around them whispered among themselves, and Shi Yuan learned many things about this beautiful young woman.
It turned out this young woman was also a member of the martial arts world, possessing some self-defense skills. At this time, she would come here

to sing , and many diners in the restaurant seemed to come specifically to hear her songs. Her

presence greatly boosted the restaurant's business, and the owner didn't make things too difficult for her.
Responding to the many diners' requests, the young woman picked up her zither again.
Instantly, heavenly music resonated throughout the building, captivating everyone. Shi Yuan, unable to contain himself,

unconsciously took out a jade flute from his robes and gently placed it to his lips. The zither and flute harmonized, making the melody even more melodious and

enchanting, causing several diners to dance and gesticulate.
When the music ended, however, no one cheered; everyone wore a stunned expression. The young girl looked directly at Shi Yuan.

Seeing his bright eyes, sword-like eyebrows, and handsome features, she blushed for no reason and lowered her head in a kowtow. In that instant, Shi

Yuan couldn't help but feel overjoyed, and a smile appeared on his face. But then he suddenly felt a resentful gaze fixed on him.

He was secretly startled, inwardly cursing himself for his foolishness; to have been so lecherous in front of Wanrou, causing his master's wife heartache.
Both Shiyuan and Wanrou felt something amiss and lowered their heads. At this moment,

thunderous , but the feeling between the two was extremely subtle. In truth, they both knew what the other was thinking, but it

was a violation of moral taboos, unacceptable to society. Therefore, they could only suppress their feelings,

trying not to overthink it, lest they lose control and commit a grave mistake. Too many concerns placed them

in a very delicate relationship, often leaving them feeling awkward.
Just then, the curtain to the inner hall was lifted, and a young man dressed in brocade robes walked in. He was quite

handsome , though his brows furrowed somewhat lewdly. A loud voice rang out from his mouth,

full of energy, but it seemed to carry a slightly obscene tone: "Such a beautiful tune, you sang it, didn't you?"
After saying this, he stared intently at the singing girl for a while, his gaze slightly lewd. He nodded and said, "You

're quite good-looking."
The man in brocade robes took out a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it in front of the singing girl, saying, "How about you

sing me another tune?"
The onlookers exclaimed in surprise, saying, "Whose young master is this? He's so generous."
The diners in the restaurant were naturally happy to hear the beautiful tune again, and they all echoed,

asking the singing girl to sing another song.
The young woman bowed slightly, pushing the silver ingot back to the man in brocade, saying, "Thank you for your

kindness, sir. These few songs of mine are not worth so much. If you would like to hear more, I will

sing you another one."
With that, she placed her hands on the pipa, and for a moment, the tavern fell silent.
The music was still beautiful and melodious, but the mood was vastly different. There was no trace of sorrow in the music; instead, it was like

a winter plum blossom standing proudly against the wind.
When the music ended, the man in brocade suddenly regretted his abruptness. He said, "It seems you

are from a good family. Come back to Wudang with me; I will treat you well." His tone was sincere.
In those days, women could not freely show their faces in public. Therefore, if a woman sang for money in public, she would

be looked down upon by ordinary people, and it would be difficult for her to marry into a good family.
Although this man in brocade looked somewhat sleazy, he seemed to come from a wealthy family. Moreover, he seemed to have some genuine affection for the singing girl before him

, which was quite rare. Bystanders couldn't help but sigh at the

girl's good fortune.
The young woman lowered her head and softly declined, saying, "I have an elderly father to support, and it's inconvenient for me to leave

this place. Thank you for your kindness, sir." Her voice was soft and beautiful, evoking pity.
The man in brocade robes looked disdainful. He arrogantly said, "That's nothing. Your father can come with us

to Wudang. Do you think my family can't support an old man?"
The singing girl raised her head, glanced sideways at the man in brocade robes, and bluntly stated, "I'm still young

and haven't considered who to marry. You've gone to so much trouble, sir." Her tone turned cold at the end.
The man in brocade robes, who had initially offered good intentions, was easily rejected by the singing girl. Feeling humiliated,

he, who had never experienced setbacks before, was now somewhat enraged. He suppressed his anger and said, "It's

your good fortune, your lucky day, that I've taken a liking to you. From now on, you won't have to wander the world anymore, suffering this hardship. Don't be

so ungrateful."
The singing girl didn't reply, simply turning her head away, seemingly unwilling to speak to the man in brocade robes any further.
The man in brocade robes was instantly enraged. He stopped speaking, but stretched out his large hand, intending to forcibly snatch the girl.
Previously, what the man in brocade robes had said seemed to have some merit, but now, it undeniably smacked of abducting

a young woman . Everyone was astonished: they never expected this man in brocade robes to dare to abduct a woman in broad daylight.
The singing girl glanced at the man in brocade robes with disdain, and lightly

flicked his right arm a few times with her slender left hand. With a soft cry of "Ah!", the man in brocade robes, his left hand supporting his numb right arm,

stared at the singing girl in shock and anger.
"So you know martial arts," he said in surprise. Then, he burst into laughter, saying, "That's

wonderful! I've got my eye on you!"
The other diners, who had been watching with growing amusement and cursing,

had . Now that the man in brocade robes was injured, several young diners couldn't contain themselves and

rushed forward, hoping to make a good impression on the girl.
"Ah!" "Ah!" Several screams rang out as the man in brocade robes casually tossed the diners aside, sending them crashing

to the ground. Chaos erupted inside the restaurant as everyone scrambled to escape.
The man in brocade robes laughed loudly, saying, "What can a few commoners do to me?" Then, facing

the singing girl, he said, "Today, I'll show you what real martial arts are, and let you know

the power of Wudang."
"Wait, young hero, please hear me out first." The tavern was noisy, and although the speaker's voice wasn't loud,

everyone could hear him clearly.
The man in brocade robes felt a chill, thinking: Who is this person? His internal strength seems quite good. He turned his head and saw

a burly man in armor sitting at the central table; the voice seemed to come from him.
The burly man wasn't exactly handsome, but he possessed a unique masculine air. He had a square face, a high forehead,

piercing eyes, a square nose, and a vine tied around his forehead, binding his flowing long hair, giving him

an air of both elegance and composure.
After the brief chaos, it seemed that all the timid diners in the tavern had fled, leaving only the bolder,

more curious individuals. Everyone stared intently at the burly man, and the restaurant fell silent.
The burly man said, "Shaolin and Wudang have dominated the martial arts world for many years. Who in the martial arts world doesn't revere them? Wudang's

founder, Zhang Sanfeng, is a legendary figure. Tell me, who in the world doesn't know

the name Zhang Sanfeng?"
The burly man slowly stood up and asked, "Young hero, you seem to be a disciple of Wudang."
The man in brocade robes, pleased with the burly man's words, smiled and said, "Indeed, I am

Shen Han of Wudang." Then, his tone turned arrogant, "However, how can those bald Shaolin monks compare to my Wudang?"

Comparable? Without our patriarch, where would this Ming Dynasty come from? How much did Shaolin contribute to our Ming Dynasty

? "
The burly man echoed him, saying, 'What you say, young hero, seems to make some sense.'
Then, the burly man changed the subject, saying, 'Wudang, as a model among the various sects of the martial world, has extremely strict rules.

The disciples' behavior is naturally not as vulgar as our roughnecks.'
He continued, 'This young lady doesn't want to go back to Wudang with you; that's because she does

n't the vision. What has a country girl seen? I think, young hero, you should let her go.
Country girls have their own vulgar ways of life, which are not something a great person like you can understand.'
The burly man's words were reasonable and logical. They highlighted the strict rules of the Wudang sect, putting

invisible to resolve the crisis of the singing girl, while also giving Shen Han a way out, avoiding his embarrassment

. Moreover, they also gave Wudang sect face. Those around couldn't help but secretly praise his eloquence." The lake

was extremely experienced.
Shen Han's face grew increasingly grim. He began to defend himself, saying, "I, Shen Han, am a man who cherishes women and cannot

bear to see this girl suffer any longer. I have decided to marry her as my concubine and give her a

proper status. After marrying me, she will no longer have to show her face in public and sing for money. I think I haven't done

anything ."
Shen Han took a breath and continued, "By helping her escape this turbulent life, I believe I

have actually done a good deed. Even if she doesn't understand me now, she will definitely be grateful to me in the future."
After speaking, Shen Han stood silently beside the singing girl, momentarily undecided and unsure of

what to do. He looked at the singing girl and saw that she was gazing at the burly

man to his right, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Suddenly, a surge of jealousy rose in Shen Han's heart, and his blood boiled over, causing him to forget the rules and regulations of the sect.

With a "whoosh," he drew his longsword, the tip pointing directly at the burly man, and said, "Those who walk different paths cannot work together.
Thank you for your kindness. But my decision is final. If you do not agree with my

actions , then let's proceed according to the rules of the martial world."
Upon hearing this, everyone secretly cursed Shen Han for his shamelessness, his sophistry, and his brazen act of

abducting a young girl in broad daylight, utterly disgracing the Wudang Sect.
However, as the saying goes, in a large forest, there are all kinds of birds. Among the onlookers, there were also two or three scoundrels who

gloated Looking at the burly man, the old hand of the martial arts world watched to see whether to advance or retreat.
The burly man hadn't expected Shen Han to be so unreasonable, and inwardly cursed him for being ungrateful. The burly man

pondered, "Dealing with this kid isn't difficult, but if I make an enemy of the Wudang Sect because of this, how will my Nine Dragons

Mountain Stronghold maintain its standing in the martial arts world
in the future?" Shi Yuan, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing Shen Han's provocative behavior and unreasonable arguments ,

he couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up abruptly, ready to rush forward to help the burly man. Suddenly,

Shi Yuan felt a warmth on the back of his right hand; it was Wan Rou who had grabbed his right hand.
Wan Rou suppressed her embarrassment and whispered, "Shi Yuan, don't be impulsive

. It's best to avoid trouble when you're out in the world. Let's see how things go. Perhaps we can resolve this without taking action."
In the martial arts world, it's better to avoid trouble. Therefore, most conflicts in the martial arts world don't escalate to

the point of death . The conflicting parties either resolve it through mediation or one side backs down. The burly man stood there,

hesitant for a long time. Finally, he sighed and retreated dejectedly.
Shen Han laughed heartily. He said, "As the saying goes, 'Those who understand the times are heroes.' It seems you

won't stop me from doing good."
He turned around and smiled at the disappointed singing girl, "Today, you can't escape my

grasp."
After speaking, Shen Han slightly pushed off with his left foot, his longsword thrusting diagonally towards the singing girl's left shoulder. Midway through the thrust, seeing the

girl's body slightly to the right, he swiftly flicked his right hand, drawing a crescent shape with a "whoosh,"

transforming the sword into a blade, intending to slash horizontally at the singing girl's right waist with the back of the sword.
Those around gasped in astonishment, never expecting Shen Han's swordsmanship to be so superb. The burly man exclaimed in surprise

, "The Wind and Moon, Seven Star Sword Technique!"
Wanrou, seeing Shen Han display her swordplay, already trembled slightly as she held Shi Yuan's hand. Hearing the burly man's exclamation,

she was even more shocked. She quickly transmitted her voice to Shi Yuan, "Don't be reckless today, Shi Yuan.

You can't stand up for that girl without my permission."
The burly man's eyesight was excellent; Shen Han was using the second move of the Seven Star Sword Technique—The Wind and Moon.
Shaolin staff, Wudang sword.
In the martial arts world, Wudang has always been renowned for its swordsmanship and sword formations.
Wudang has two major protective sword formations—the Nine Palaces Sword Formation and the Seven Star Sword Formation.
Wudang's Seven Star Sword Formation is famous throughout the world, considered invincible. The Seven Star Sword Technique

evolved .
Compared to the renowned Seven Star Sword Formation, the Nine Palaces Sword Formation is never passed on to lay disciples, and

few in the martial arts world have ever seen it. Others only know that its power is immense. It is so mysterious,

a martial arts legend in the
martial arts world. The Wudang Sect has many disciples.
Therefore, if a Wudang disciple is fortunate enough to receive the sect's formation, it is a great honor. It means that

the disciple has gained the Wudang Sect's attention and trust.
The single move, "Xiao Feng Yin Yue," already demonstrated Shen Han's high status within Wudang. A
scream of "Ah!" accompanied the chaotic noise of the pipa falling to the ground. The singing girl clutched her waist

with her right hand , bracing herself against the wall with her left, gasping for breath, her expression filled with despair.
The onlookers all showed expressions of anger and shame, but due to the prestige of Wudang, no one dared

to step forward to help the girl.
The singing girl looked up, giving Shi Yuan a resentful glance. Tears welled in her eyes, but she

didn't let them fall.
Shi Yuan felt as if the singing girl had seen right through him; in that instant, he was shaken to his core, his blood boiling. He

shook off Wan Rou's hand and strode forward, saying, "Today, I witnessed something strange."
Shen Han glanced at Shi Yuan and angrily said, "You seem to be a member of the martial arts world as well. Are you here to cause trouble?"
Shi Yuan laughed and said, "I was just telling an interesting story, why are you so nervous?"
Shi Yuan paused and said, "I saw a beast harassing a young woman in broad daylight."
The others asked in surprise, "How could such a strange thing happen?"
Shi Yuan explained with a smile, "This beast is shameless. As a disciple of a prestigious family, it's one

thing . But to do it in front of so many people and insist on calling abducting a young woman an act of charity, tell me, how can anyone be so

shameless?"
The crowd had long been dissatisfied with Shen Han's behavior and couldn't help but echo, "No."
Shi Yuan asked again, "Then is he a beast?"
The crowd roared with laughter, "Yes."
Shen Han hadn't paid attention to Shi Yuan at first, and after hearing Shi Yuan's words, he was momentarily confused and stunned.

When he understood, he was furious. He let out a strange cry and charged at Shi Yuan with his sword.
Shi Yuan laughed loudly, "Not bad, not bad, that's how beasts yell." Unperturbed, he

smoothly dodged to the right, using his Cloud Mist Step to accelerate past Shen Han, delivering

a .
Shen Han was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground with a thud, unconscious.
Shen Han wouldn't have been so badly injured; he simply hadn't expected Shi Yuan's superior martial arts, and Shi Yuan's antics had made him lose

his composure , leading to his momentary carelessness and the loss.
Everyone was shocked. The Shen Han who had seemed quite skilled earlier

had been injured and knocked unconscious after only one exchange.
Everyone thought to themselves, "This young man is actually a master."
Seeing Shen Han unconscious, Wan Rou rushed to his side and helped him sit up on the ground. She glared fiercely

at Shi Yuan and said, "Quickly protect me!"
Then, disregarding the numerous onlookers, Wan Rou stretched out her right hand and pressed it against Shen Han's back,

channeling her inner energy into his body.
After a while, Shen Han slowly woke up, groggily asking, "Where am I?"
Suddenly, a sword-wielding youth appeared before him. Shen Han's mind cleared instantly, and he jumped up, angrily shouting,

"You bastard! This time, let's see how I teach you a lesson!"
"Young hero, I think we should all stop fighting. Peace is the most important thing in the martial world." A

gentle . Shen Han hurriedly turned around and saw a dashing young woman in yellow standing before him.
"Is this... is this a fairy descended from heaven?" Shen Han was greatly surprised.
"Master's wife, why did you wake him up? This man is shameless, has committed many evils, and is arrogant. He deserves to be

punished." Shi Yuan had been holding back these words for a long time, and seeing Wan Rou finish her cultivation, he couldn't help but complain.
"Nonsense, shut up!" Wanrou scolded Shiyuan. Then, she turned to Shen Han and said, "Young hero,

my disciple is still young and doesn't know any better. I hope you can forgive him. As his wife, I

also bear responsibility for his mistakes. I apologize to you here."
Shen Han stared at Wanrou, thinking: This fairy-like figure, I should at least give her some face and leave

a good impression.
He then lowered his head and pondered: As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four feet. The martial arts of the master and disciple seem to be

quite strong. Besides, this woman is so beautiful, how could I bear to hurt her? If we continue fighting,

I will definitely suffer. Enough, enough. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. With our Wudang, we are not afraid of

not being able to find . I don't need to continue to entangle with them here.
Shen Han bowed slightly and said, "Fine, I guess I'm just unlucky today. For the sake of this heroine, let's

call it a day." With that, he quickly left the restaurant.
The drama suddenly vanished, and everyone, feeling bored, left.
The restaurant fell silent instantly, with only Xiao Shiyuan, Wanrou, and four or five others remaining in the inner hall.
The burly man who had been standing silently to the side suddenly ran to the counter and pulled up the trembling manager who was still

hiding under the counter. The burly man tossed him a pile of loose silver, saying, "We're江湖人 (jianghu people, people of the martial arts world). Even if you

report today's events to the authorities, they won't care. Consider this money compensation for your loss.
" The shopkeeper trembled, "Great hero... how could I dare report this to the authorities? You're too kind."
The burly man said to the shopkeeper, "Alright, shopkeeper, another jin of white wine and a few delicious side dishes. We

haven't finished our meal yet."
The burly man turned around and said, "If you don't mind, please continue your meal."
Chapter Two: Despair
Wanrou and Shiyuan couldn't resist the burly man's enthusiastic invitation and had no choice but to stay in the small restaurant to continue their meal.
The three found a clean table and sat down.
As soon as Shiyuan sat down, he glanced at the singing girl still standing in the corner.
Shi Yuan was greatly surprised and said, "What's wrong with you? Come and have a meal with us."
Upon hearing this, the singing girl walked to Shi Yuan's side, slightly bent her knees, performed a deep curtsy, and said, "Thank you

for saving me, young master. I will forever remember your great kindness."
"No, no need." Shi Yuan panicked. He quickly stood up, reached out to help the singing

girl , and stammered, "Actually, actually I didn't... I didn't do anything. You, you don't need to do this."
Seeing Shi Yuan's flustered state, Wan Rou couldn't bear to stand idly by any longer. She changed the subject,

saying, "Miss, you absolutely can't stay here any longer. You should leave this place of trouble as soon as possible and

find a place to live in seclusion. I think Shen Han hasn't given up on you at all."
The singing girl gave a slight bow and said firmly, "Thank you for your kindness, madam, but this whole thing

started because of me. At this critical moment, how can I abandon my benefactor? I've

made up my mind I will stand with you, sir."
Hearing this, Shi Yuan's heart stirred. He glanced sideways at Wan Rou's expression to see if she would agree.
Wanrou smiled and said, "It seems Shiyuan didn't save you wrongly." Then, her tone suddenly turned serious as she advised

, "Since Shiyuan has stepped forward, we, master and disciple, will take responsibility for this. You are a frail woman, presumably

without any background in the martial world, and you have an elderly father to support. There's really no need for you to join us in wielding swords and

fighting against Wudang."
The singing girl, now realizing that Shiyuan was completely subservient to the beautiful woman before her, walked to Wanrou's side and...

Wanrou bowed gracefully and said, "Madam, I am not afraid to oppose Wudang. To be honest,

I live in Yingtian Prefecture, which is thousands of miles away from here. I was originally staying at the home of an acquaintance in town, but if

I leave this town, I will have nowhere else to go. Please, Madam, take me in."
Wanrou quickly stood up and helped the singing girl up with both hands, saying, "I dare not accept such a bow. Please get up.
I am truly unworthy of this bow."
"Master's wife, I think you should let her stay with us," Shiyuan couldn't help but interject. Wanrou
glanced at Shiyuan, lowered her head and pondered for a moment, saying, "I did not think it through. Alright, you

can stay with us for now. Once this matter is settled, we will send you back to Yingtian Prefecture."
The group discussed for a while and felt that Wudang disciples were all over the world, so there was no need to hide their whereabouts.

Therefore, they decided to stay at the restaurant for the night.
The small restaurant was quite efficient; the four of them were seated shortly after, and the food and wine were served.
The burly man raised his wine cup and addressed the other three at the table, saying loudly, "I am Shi Gang from Jiulong Mountain Stronghold.

It is truly a great honor to meet you all today."
Shi Gang downed a cup of white wine and said, "You two are probably from the Landscape Poetry School."
Shi Yuan said, "It seems Chief Shi's judgment is quite good. This is Zeng Wanrou, the acting head of our Landscape Poetry School

, Zeng..."
"Shi Yuan, stop gossiping," Wanrou interrupted.
Shi Yuan shut his mouth, turned to face the singing woman, stuck out his tongue, pointed at Wanrou, and gave her a

fearful look, which made the singing woman chuckle.
Shi Gang jumped to his feet, surprised, "So you're the extraordinary woman of the martial world—the 'Floating Cloud

Swordswoman ' Zeng!"
His expression then became complicated. He said, "Then this matter is probably quite troublesome.

Shen Han seems to be an important disciple of Wudang, and there must be a powerful figure in the sect backing him. Zeng's identity is special,

and she's incurred Shen Han's wrath. This... this isn't just a simple personal grudge."
Wanrou frowned, glancing at Shi Yuan, and said irritably, "It's all this unworthy disciple's fault

. He deserves a beating."
Seeing this, Shi Yuan quickly changed the subject, saying, "Isn't Wudang a prestigious and righteous sect? How could they produce such an unworthy

disciple?"
Shi Gang He sighed and said, "Wudang has changed. The Wudang leader, Daoist Yunfeng, is quite old, and in recent years he

's devoted himself to cultivation, leaving worldly affairs to his eldest disciple, Xiao Yuanqing. But he…sigh…he…
This Daoist Xiao is a force to be reckoned with in Wudang, controlling everything, turning Wudang into a chaotic mess.

I suspect Shen Han is his disciple."
Then, Shi Gang turned to Shi Yuan, his face full of admiration, and said, "Young brother, I admire you greatly.
You are a true martial artist."
Shi Gang sighed deeply, his voice filled with helplessness: "I no longer have the ambition I once had."
Yes, the martial world, the martial world has worn down the courage and spirit of so many men.
*** *** *** ***
"Shi Yuan, what are the ancestral precepts of the Landscape Poetry School? Recite them to me!"
A stern voice echoed from inside the restaurant's guest room.
Shi Yuan stood by the door and recited aloud, "The sect's ancestral precepts are threefold.
First: When traveling the martial world, never be a show-off.
Second: When traveling the martial world, remember to avoid trouble.
Third: When traveling the martial world, never easily injure others."
Wan Rou sat upright on a long bench, her expression serious, exuding the air of an elder.
She asked sternly, "So, how many of these did you break today?"
"I broke them all," Shi Yuan replied with a smile.
"Stop grinning like that," Wan Rou said sternly. "You broke the ancestral precepts, so you

should punished."
Shi Yuan stood to the side, his head bowed low. Seeing Wan Rou's stern tone, even

bringing up the ancestral precepts, he naturally dared not say anything more, though a hint of grievance lingered on his face.
Wanrou's tone softened slightly as she said, "I know you're not entirely convinced. Shen Han certainly

went too far, but you were also too reckless in your actions. Shen Han is, after all, a disciple of Wudang. What if our

Mountain and Water Poetry School and Wudang become enemies because of this? From now on, we must never make enemies with Wudang again

. If anything happens again, we should try to endure it. Shiyuan, you're impulsive and prone to acting on impulse. You

really need to change that."
Wanrou's expression softened as she said this, and she added, "Being out and about is bound to be inconvenient. When you return,

whatever your reason, you will be punished."
After saying this, Wanrou let out a soft sigh of relief, her expression turning gentle, as if a heavy weight had suddenly

disappeared from her chest. She looked at Shiyuan with interest at his respectful yet somewhat dejected appearance, and

couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
Suddenly, the jade flute inlaid at Shi Yuan's waist caught Wan Rou's eye, and an image of a young

woman . Wan Rou immediately felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but ask Shi Yuan, "Why did you let that singing

girl follow us? What were you thinking?" After asking the question, a slight blush crept onto Wan Rou's face, and

she suddenly regretted asking such a question: How could I have asked such a question?
Shi Yuan said, "That sister is kind and righteous, and she'll repay kindness. We're in danger now, and could

face Shen Han's revenge at any moment. How could she abandon us? I think even if we don't let her follow, she

'll definitely sneak up on us.

It's safer that way, than to refuse her request and let her stay."
Hearing this, Wan Rou's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she seemed to feel much lighter.

A wave of drowsiness washed over her, and she stretched, saying, "Is there anything else you want to say? I'm

a little tired."
Shi Yuan stared blankly at Wan Rou's languid face, her full breasts, and her slender waist,

secretly marveling at the woman's astonishing charm. An unnamed desire burned within him. Seeing

the gentleness on Wan Rou's face, he knew she held no resentment whatsoever, and his courage grew. He mysteriously...

He chuckled, walked to Wanrou's side, and slowly leaned his head towards her face.
Wanrou was startled, unsure of Shiyuan's intentions. Her breathing quickened instantly, her full breasts

heaving, and her heart pounded loudly. Her face was filled with surprise and

panic , yet she secretly hoped for something.
Shiyuan brought his mouth close to Wanrou's ear and blew a breath into her alluring little opening, causing her

to feel ticklish all over. Then, Shiyuan whispered, "I think Master's wife is more charming when she's shy.

That look before terrified me."
With that, Shiyuan vanished like a greased antagonist.
Wanrou was instantly filled with shame and anger, yet also a vague sense of disappointment. Her face flushed red, and she shouted,

"You, you bastard!" Little did she know that such words sounded like she was flirting with her lover.
After a long while, Wanrou calmed down. She inwardly cursed herself for being utterly useless: usually quite calm and mature,

always thinking things through before acting. But when it came to matters concerning Shi Yuan, she couldn't control herself, often becoming

flustered, inexplicably shy, and frequently revealing a girlish demeanor.
Shi Yuan ran outside and heard Wan Rou's scolding tone, a smile inwardly

spreading across his face. He instantly beamed, forgetting all about the punishment he was about to receive.
"Greetings, young master." Suddenly, a soft whisper came from behind him.
Shi Yuan turned around and was immediately stunned. Standing before him was such a beautiful woman.
Her hair was as black as lacquer, her white dress as white as snow, and her slightly youthful, graceful figure

created .
It took Shi Yuan a long time to recover. Realizing his blunder, he was immediately embarrassed. He quickly spoke,

saying, "I'm not some young master. My surname is Yang; just call me Shiyuan. What's your name?"
Shiyuan, having lived in the Shuiyun region for a long time, was completely ignorant of worldly etiquette. This was during the mid-Ming Dynasty, a time of great social

conservatism. It was unthinkable to casually ask a respectable woman's name. If the woman was unmarried, it

was tantamount to a marriage proposal.
The singing girl, already lowered her head under Shiyuan's gaze, buried her face

in her bosom . Instead of anger, she was delighted, and whispered shyly, "I...I...my name is Chen Yuying."
Her words clearly revealed her feelings; Yuying just wanted to disappear into a hole.
Shiyuan, oblivious to the subtle implications, remained oblivious. Seeing that Yuying refused to lift

her head , he couldn't help but chuckle to himself: Why is this little girl so shy?
*** *** *** ***
Inside Wanrou's room, thick mist filled the air.
In the center of the room sat a large wooden tub, within which lay a full, snow-white body.
"Ah..." a soft sigh escaped her lips as the beautiful woman reached out and pinched her left breast. Her five fingers sank deep

into it , only to suddenly spring back to their stalactite-like shape, standing proudly. Her expression was one of melancholy and desolation as she murmured, "Such

a beautiful figure, how could he not cherish it at all?"
It turned out that although Wanrou was over thirty, she possessed profound Taoist internal energy, and her breasts still retained

the elasticity and smoothness of a twenty-year-old girl. They had not aged with the passage of time, but rather gained a

unique softness characteristic of a woman.
Wanrou bent down and picked up a bronze mirror from the dressing table beside her. Wherever she touched, ripples spread across the water. She leaned back against the tub

, carefully examining her own face.
A sigh escaped her lips again. She reached out and gently stroked her face. Suddenly, a few drops of water accidentally

trickled into Wanrou's left ear.
Wanrou trembled violently, the tingling sensation she had felt earlier returning. Her cheeks

flushed , her body felt hot, and desire surged within her.
Wanrou gazed at the bronze mirror with watery eyes, her gaze already hazy. Suddenly, a

handsome —the very man from her midnight dreams.
"Mmm," the woman couldn't help but moan. Her entire body became incredibly sensitive and slippery. Even

in the bathtub, fragrant sweat continued to pour from her skin, filling the room with her fleshy scent, mixed with

a hint of female arousal.
On her full breasts, two purple nipples were already erect. Wanrou couldn't resist her desire and

gently squeezed the firm protrusion with her left hand.
"Ah." Her mature body, long celibate, could hardly withstand such caresses. A tremor ran through her, and

thick, viscous fluid flowed from her lower body.
Wanrou's face was flushed, and she gasped for breath, her usual righteous demeanor completely gone.
Images flashed through her mind: the love between her and her husband, the intimacy between her daughter and Shiyuan—

she couldn't distinguish reality from illusion.
Her right hand, still raised in mid-air, froze. She hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't bear

the torment of desire. With her eyes half-closed, she softly murmured "Shiyuan," and reached towards her mysterious source

.
The mirror sank to the bottom of the water with a "plop," and the extraordinary woman of the martial world was irrevocably plunged into the depraved

pleasure .
Wanrou looked down and saw a patch of black fuzz floating on the water. Her right hand reached down, and her index and middle

fingers slowly parted the thick pubic hair, revealing a tight, peach-colored vulva.
Her thighs had unknowingly parted, and her delicate hands gently parted her tightly closed labia. Instantly, the scalding liquid inside her

surged into the warm bathwater like a tidal wave.
Wanrou suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful. Her slender fingers pinched the hard protrusion at the tip of her labia,

enduring the tingling and numb stimulation. She parted the foreskin with two fingers and pulled out her soft, erect clitoris.
Stimulated by the hot water, Wanrou almost lost control of herself and couldn't help but

gently scrape her clitoris with her sharp fingernails. "Ah..." With a long cry, Wanrou's whole body trembled, and orgasm was imminent.
Wanrou no longer cared about shame, forgetting her husband and daughter, her mind only on her beloved.

Her middle finger plunged into her flesh, and her left hand also heavily kneaded her breasts. She raised her head, opened

her cherry-like , and kept moaning, her white buttocks twisting incessantly.
With a high-pitched scream, Wanrou reached her first orgasm in two years.
?????????? *** *** *** ***
The sky was filled with stars, and the full moon hung high.
A dangerous aura seemed to lurk in the backyard of the restaurant.
"Who's there?" a powerful voice rang out.
"You must be Shi Gang from Nine Dragons Mountain Stronghold.

No wonder you're a seasoned veteran," a slightly aged voice said. "Do you intend to make an enemy of Wudang?"
Shi Gang fell silent.
Just then, Shi Yuan, Wan Rou, and Yu Ying arrived.
"Xiao Yuanqing?" Wan Rou exclaimed.
Xiao Yuanqing said, "Indeed, Miss Zeng. It's been ten years since we parted ways at Mount Hua."
"I thought you'd run away." Behind Xiao Yuanqing stood three men in brocade robes; the one who spoke was

undoubtedly Shen Han.
Wanrou said, "Wudang is too powerful, how could we escape your pursuit?"
Shen Han laughed, "Hmph, I didn't expect you to be so sensible."
Wanrou said, "I don't know what Daoist Xiao intends to do, this is indeed Shen Han's fault."
Xiao Yuanqing interrupted, "The people of the Landscape Poetry School are so ruthless, they don't take Wudang

seriously , it was you, little brat, who did this, wasn't it?" After Xiao Yuanqing finished speaking, he stared intently at Shi Yuan, his eyes suddenly flashing with a sharp light.
Shi Yuan was immediately struck as if by a heavy blow, his whole body felt extremely heavy, his aura seemed to have been controlled by Xiao Yuanqing,

every move was under Xiao Yuanqing's control. Shi Yuan thought to himself: Is this a true master?
"It's very simple, hand this child and the girl next to him over to Wudang for processing.

Everything will be resolved," Xiao Yuanqing said.
Zeng Wanrou replied, "It seems Master Xiao is unaware of Shen Han's actions. He..."
Xiao Yuanqing interrupted, "I know perfectly well that Shen Han has made a mistake. This is an internal matter of Wudang, and I will

punish him according to the sect rules."
Shi Yuan said discontentedly, "Master's wife, what's the point of talking to people like them?"
Shen Han suddenly laughed loudly, "Haha, so it's Zeng Wanrou, the abandoned woman of the martial world. I wondered who it was. Master,

you don't need to argue with her. What, dumped by your ex-husband, unable to bear the loneliness, you've come down the mountain to find a man? I

can serve you."
"Shut your dog mouth, you beast!" Shi Yuan shouted.
He drew his sword and, with a move called White Crane Spreads Wings, attacked Shen Han.
"Good, the Qingfeng Sword Technique is quite good. Today, let this old man have a go at you." Xiao Yuanqing said loudly.
Seeing that there was no possibility of turning the tide, Wanrou said to Xiao Yuanqing, "I'll meet you." She immediately used

the fierce Floating Cloud Sword Technique.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides were locked in fierce combat.
After dozens of moves, although Yu Ying's martial arts were weak, she was able to hold her own against the other three

Wudang . Everyone was both surprised and impressed: this handsome young man's martial arts were extremely high.
On the other side, Wan Rou and Shi Gang couldn't hold on for long, especially Wan Rou, who was already panting heavily, her face

pale, and her inner strength seemed to be exhausted.
Wan Rou thought to herself: I really shouldn't have done this today. With such a formidable enemy at hand, I actually... "Recalling the incident in the bathtub, she

blushed and her heart wavered. She stole a glance at Shi Yuan.
With a "rip," a sword struck Wan Rou's arm, and blood gushed out instantly.
"Master's wife, Chief Shi, please step back for now. Let me deal with this old guy," Shi Yuan shouted.
Young and fearless, Shi Yuan launched a fierce attack, which actually forced Xiao Yuanqing to lose his temper.
Xiao Yuanqing thought to himself: What a young man, his martial arts are so formidable. "Fine, I'll get rid of you today,

lest I raise a tiger to threaten me."
Xiao Yuanqing gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength.
Shi Yuan was immediately forced into a panic. He was extremely angry and couldn't help but unleash his ultimate technique. He roared

, "Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"
Reciting the sword incantation, Shi Yuan danced gracefully, his movements elegant and his appearance handsome—a truly dashing young swordsman.
Xiao Yuanqing was shocked, thinking, "How can this kid have such elegant and powerful moves? I haven't heard of the Landscape

Poetry School creating new moves." No, if I don't use my ultimate technique, I'm afraid I'll lose to this brat.
Swallow Skimming the Water, Immortal Pointing the Way, Compass, Grasping the Sparrow's Tail—four moves combined in one breath, it was actually the Wudang ultimate technique—

Tai Chi Sword.
Everyone unconsciously slowed down their own moves, watching this rare battle between masters. The three Wudang

disciples stared wide-eyed, all thinking: This young man has managed to force his master into such a predicament.
Shi Yuan felt circles approaching from before his eyes, following eerie arcs, tightening and

tightening , and his heart skipped a beat. He froze, realizing he couldn't escape the final attack.
"No!" Wan Rou cried out, ignoring her exhaustion, and thrust her sword horizontally into the ground.
Xiao Yuanqing reversed his steel sword, deflecting Wan Rou's attack, and with a quick sidestep, slammed his left hand heavily into

Wan Rou's back.
"Master's wife!" Shi Yuan cried out, rushing forward to support her.
Seeing his opportunity, Xiao Yuanqing chuckled inwardly and prepared to draw his sword to end their lives.
"Haha, I've certainly seen something today. A Wudang elder actually used such

force against a mere child." An aged voice came from the backyard.
Xiao Yuanqing was immediately surprised: "With my keen senses, I couldn't find his trace. Who is this person?
" Xiao Yuanqing said loudly, "Who are you? Hiding your face is truly the act of a coward."
With a "slap," two palm prints appeared on Xiao Yuanqing's face, and the old voice said, "

What are you so arrogant about, you little brat? Even your master Yun Fengzi wouldn't dare to treat me like this back then."
This sudden change in the situation caused everyone to stop fighting and closely watch the developments.
Shi Yuan saw that Wanrou seemed to be unharmed except for her pale complexion, so he was relieved and

watched the good show.
Xiao Yuanqing was furious at being humiliated like this, but he also knew that this person's martial arts had reached their peak, and he

was likely of the same generation as his master. He was powerless to retaliate. He glanced at his stunned

disciples , sighed, and said softly, "What does Senior want to do?"
The aged voice sighed again and said, "How could Wudang produce such a scoundrel as you? I disdain dealing with you.

Get out of here right now, and don't bully orphans and widows again. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences."
Xiao Yuanqing knew that staying here would only bring trouble, so he could only lead his disciples away in a sorry state.
"Young man, I admire you. Such achievements at such a young age, and most importantly, a kind heart. If
you encounter any difficulties in the future, I will try my best to help you." The aged voice grew fainter and fainter, as if the person had already

gone far away , until finally, it was only faintly discernible.
"Ugh!" Wanrou suddenly coughed up blood and then fainted.
"Master's wife, Master's wife!" Everyone was shocked, and Shiyuan cried out repeatedly.
After a long while.
"This heroine's internal organs have shifted, and her internal injuries are extremely severe. I'm afraid..." A doctor stood in Wanrou's room and

sighed, "Well then, I'll prescribe some medicine for her; perhaps she can hold on for a few more days.
" Shiyuan's face was extremely pale, and he muttered, "The tenth one, the tenth person

. Why does every doctor say the same thing? Could it be...? No, it can't be."
"Shiyuan, come here for a moment," Wanrou said weakly, lying on the edge of the bed.
Shiyuan hurried to Wanrou's side.
As soon as they approached, a strong stench of male sweat assaulted her nostrils, causing Wanrou to feel dizzy.

Remembering her embarrassing incident while bathing, her expression became even more agitated, and she coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, staining Shiyuan's

scholar's robe red.
"I'm sorry," Wanrou whispered after spitting out the blood.
Shiyuan's eyes were red-rimmed; he fought back tears and forced a smile, saying, "It's alright, Master's wife will be fine."
Wanrou suddenly felt a chill, as if her soul was about to leave her body, and cried out in alarm,

"Shiyuan, hold me tight! I...I want..."
Shiyuan opened his arms and hugged Wanrou tightly, as if trying to warm her

icy body with his own.
Wanrou felt slightly better. She said, "Shiyuan, you should just

ignore what I said. I told you not to make enemies with Wudang anymore, to be patient, but you… sigh…"
Shiyuan said, "But Shen Han insulted you like that, I… I just couldn't bear it anymore."
Wanrou felt a surge of sweetness in her heart upon hearing this. She wrapped her arms tightly around Shiyuan's waist, rested her head deeply against his chest, and

stopped blaming him.
Not long after, Shi Gang rushed in with a doctor. "This is the last doctor in town. If there's still no one… then…" Shi Gang whispered to Shiyuan
while taking his pulse . 　　"How is it?" Shiyuan asked anxiously after taking his pulse. 　　The doctor shook his head and said, "This heroine has displaced internal organs and her internal injuries are extremely severe. I'm afraid… well, I'll prescribe some medicine for her, perhaps she can hold on for a few more days." 　　Suddenly, lightning flashed outside the window, followed by a clap of thunder. The sky suddenly changed color, a gale arose, and a torrential rain began to fall. 　　At the same time, a wave of despair swept over Shi Yuan's heart. He felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, his future shrouded in darkness . 　　Enraged, he raised his right fist and slammed it into the doctor, shouting, "You bunch of quacks !" 　　Touching the deepest feelings of love can make even the kindest person become violent. 　　"Shi Yuan, stop!" Wan Rou said weakly. 　　"Brother Yang, what are you doing?" Shi Gang grabbed Shi Yuan's fist and quickly led the terrified doctor outside. 　　"Shi Yuan, you're still so impulsive. Cough...cough..." Wan Rou, overcome with emotion, suddenly coughed . 　　Shi Yuan hurried to Wan Rou's bedside, gently patting her back, and said, "Master's wife, it's my fault, I wronged the doctor ." 　　Wan Rou said, "Ah...you still have to take over Shui...Shuiyun Pavilion, how could you be so...impulsive?" 　　Wan Rou gasped for breath, saying, "I want to go...Suzhou Prefecture...to see your master." 　　Wan Rou smiled bitterly, saying, "If I don't see him before I die...I'll die with regrets." 　　Shi Yuan sobbed, "No, Master's wife won't die." 　　Shi Yuan's face remained normal, but his heart felt even heavier, pressing down on him so hard he could hardly breathe. His heart ached terribly, he felt 　　the truth of the saying, 　　"The pain of the soul is ten times greater than the pain of the body," for the first time. 　　Because, besides despair, there was something even more painful for him. 　　The venomous snake of jealousy was devouring his soul. 　　For the first time, Shi Yuan felt intense jealousy towards his master: He never imagined that she would want to see him before she died. His importance in her heart was a thousand times greater than his. 　　"Shiyuan, please say yes," Wanrou pleaded with Shiyuan, a plea she had never made before. 　　Looking into Wanrou's expectant eyes, Shiyuan felt utterly hopeless: So be it, so be it. What's not yours will never be yours . 　　The next morning, a light rain drizzled incessantly, as if even the heavens were weeping in sorrow . 　　Shiyuan stood before the stables, holding Wanrou in his arms, his eyes devoid of life, filled only with endless despair. 　　He led a horse over and said to Shi Gang and Yu Ying, "You two don't really need to accompany me. Fine, let's go together." 　　With that, he mounted his horse, cracked his whip, and rode off into the rain. The rain continued, 　　and the 　　four of them, on three horses, galloped towards Suzhou Prefecture. 　　The road ahead was long and uncertain, and an unknown future awaited them. ********** ... 　　This time, the main revision was to the first half of Chapter Two, deleting some unnecessary sentences and adding a few things. ********************************************************************************************** Chapter Three: Rescue 　　The rain poured down harder, turning the official road into a muddy mess. Three spirited horses galloped past, splashing up muddy water. 　　"Shiyuan, are we there? How much further? I... I can't go on." Wanrou asked Shiyuan weakly, her eyes half-open. 　　Wanrou didn't know that her question was like a sharp knife piercing Shiyuan's heart: Why do you always ask this question every time you wake up? Do you have no other concerns besides seeing your master now? I no longer hope for anything. As long as, as long as, at this moment, some corner of your heart still remembers me, remembers me as a person, I will be content.

Shi Yuan smiled helplessly, tears of blood streaming down his face. He said, "We're almost there, Master's wife, you

must hold on."
Wan Rou sighed, "I hope he's in Suzhou. That...that's the

only place we disciples of the Landscape Poetry School can contact each other in the martial world. If he's not there...where can we find him?"
Hearing this, Shi Yuan felt a surge of anxiety. He raised his whip and lashed the horse's rump several times.
After traveling a short while, suddenly, a large puddle appeared on the official road ahead. It was

raining heavily time Shi Yuan noticed it, he was already quite close to the puddle. Shi Yuan was startled and

quickly pulled on the reins.
The horse was running too fast, and no matter how much Shi Yuan pulled, he couldn't change

its direction . Finally, the horse's hooves stepped into the puddle, splashing up a wave of muddy water half a person's height.
The horse stumbled, lost its balance, and immediately fell to the ground.
Although Shi Yuan possessed exceptional lightness skills, he was still carrying a woman in his arms, and was inevitably thrown off

balance .
In a moment of quick thinking, he lifted Wan Rou with both hands, raising her above his head, then silently channeled his inner energy

to maintain his balance. With his eyes closed, he slammed her onto the muddy ground.
"Ah," "Ah," "Ah," Shi Yuan crashed heavily to the ground. At the same time, he seemed to hear

three gasps. Shi Yuan was slightly puzzled: why three? Weren't they only traveling together?
But he couldn't worry about that now. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the aches and mud all over his body, and

carefully checked Wan Rou's condition. Thankfully, she hadn't suffered any serious injury.
Shi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat calmer, when suddenly a woman's voice sounded behind him.
"What's going on with you all? It's raining so hard, and you're still rushing. Look, I'm

soaked to the bone!"
Shi Yuan turned his head sharply, and in front of him stood a woman wearing a straw hat. The hat was quite large,

covering most of the woman's face, revealing only her jade-like chin. She wore a slightly tight black

long robe, the style of which resembled the uniform of a constable.
The woman didn't seem very old, but her figure was exquisitely shapely, the tight robe highlighting her full and

curvaceous curves. She seemed to have matured naturally, possessing the fullness of a mature woman yet retaining

the innocence of a young girl. Her figure was already alluring, and coupled with the constable's uniform, it only fueled the imagination.
Shi Yuan swallowed hard and continued to look down, only to see that the lower half of her black robe was covered in a yellowish-brown

color. It turned out that the mud splashed up in front of him had all fallen onto the woman's black robe.
A wave of guilt washed over Shi Yuan. He helped Wan Rou up, bowed deeply, and said, "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry

about , but I have important matters to attend to and cannot apologize to you at this time. I am

Yang Shi Yuan of the Landscape Poetry School. May I ask where you live, young lady? I will apologize to you in person after I finish my business."
The woman didn't even glance at Shi Yuan. She stared intently at Wan Rou for a while, then suddenly looked up

at Shi Yuan. A complex and incomprehensible look flashed in her eyes. She said, "So you're from the Landscape

Poetry School. I'm a constable from the capital. Such a small matter is easily forgiven with an apology. May I ask

where headed?" Her words subtly revealed the forthrightness of a northern woman.
Shi Gang and Yu Ying had dismounted and came up behind Shi Yuan. Shi Gang said, "A female constable from the capital...

could you be Liu Bingning from the Six Doors?"
Liu Bingning reached out and lifted her large straw hat, saying, "Indeed."
Beautiful, so beautiful.
Liu Bingning's face was sharply defined, like a sculpture of ice and jade. Her phoenix eyes were exceptionally sharp, her nose was high and straight, and

her lips were sharp as blades. Unlike ordinary beautiful women, her beauty seemed to carry a hint of masculinity, and her lovely

face subtly revealed a resolute spirit.
Shi Yuan said, "We don't have much time left in Suzhou Prefecture. We have important matters to attend to, so let's say goodbye."
Liu Bingning's eyes seemed to flicker slightly. She said, "I'm also going to Suzhou Prefecture to catch a thief. Why don't we

go together?"
After saying that, without waiting for anyone's reply, she directly mounted Yu Ying's mount and turned to the others, saying,

"What are you waiting for? Let's go to Suzhou together. This heroine's injuries can't be delayed any longer."
Shi Gang and Shi Yuan exchanged a glance, each feeling a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
As the saying goes, a good man doesn't argue with a woman. Neither of them wanted to cause any trouble at this time, so they could only let her talk

and act recklessly for the time being.
So, Liu Bingning and Yu Ying rode together on one horse, and the five of them continued their journey.
*** *** *** ***
Jiangnan gardens are the best in the world, and Suzhou gardens
are the best in Jiangnan. There's a saying: "Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou." Suzhou's reputation as "heaven" largely

stems from its world-renowned and unique mansions and gardens.
The mansions of the Landscape Poetry School are exquisite, elegant, and beautifully landscaped, and are quite famous in Suzhou.
Shi Yuan took the key, opened the mansion gate, and went inside. With Wanrou's life hanging by a thread, the group

had no time to appreciate the scenery; they hurried to the main house.
As he raised his hand to knock, Shi Yuan's heart suddenly trembled violently, his mind a jumble of complex thoughts.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Who is it?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from inside.
"Cough, cough," Wanrou suddenly coughed again. She coughed a few times, then her body went limp and she

fainted in Shi Yuan's arms.
Shi Yuan, suppressing his wildly beating heart, said, "It's me, Yang Shi Yuan. Is this Master?"
The room fell silent, as if the people inside were stunned. After a long while,
the door creaked open.
*** *** *** ***
"Sigh...you...you still came after all." The speaker was Meng Zheng. After listening to Shi Yuan's

account sighed deeply, looking at the unconscious Wan Rou lying on the bed, and muttered to himself.
Although the furnishings in the room were rather old, the layout subtly revealed a grand style.
Shi Yuan said, "Master, Master's wife is so seriously injured, yet she still endured this arduous journey to come see..."

"You, Master, Master's wife, she, she..."
Shi Yuan, usually so strong, was utterly exhausted these past few days, his heart and soul aching. Now,

encountering his master, whom he had regarded as a father since childhood, he couldn't help but choke up in front of him.
He had only cried a few times when suddenly, a warm little hand gently stroked the back of Shi Yuan's hand in comfort. Shi

Yuan looked closely and saw it was Yu Ying.
Yu Ying and Shi Yuan exchanged a glance, a blush spreading across her fair face. She wanted to pull her hand away, but

ultimately felt a pang of reluctance. Just as she was struggling with this dilemma, she saw Bing Ning beside her watching her with a half-smile. Yu Ying

was startled and quickly withdrew her hand. Coming to her senses, she felt even more ashamed, wishing she could disappear into a hole in the ground:

Being seen by Sister Bing Ning was so embarrassing!
Meng Zheng patted Shi Yuan and said, "It's something I owe her. Yuan'er, don't worry too much. Normally,

your master's wife might really be doomed, but..."
Meng Zheng smiled mysteriously and continued, "You could say you came to the right place this time."
With that, Meng Zheng stood up and went to the antique shelf. He reached out his right hand, grabbed a

jade Qilin on the second shelf, and turned it clockwise. A clanging

sound of iron chains echoed in the hall, and the wall against the antique shelf flipped inward, revealing a hidden door. Meng Zheng

smiled at the stunned crowd and clapped his hands three times.
Footsteps sounded, and two people emerged from the hidden door.
Were these the handsome men described in the books? The crowd gasped.
The two seemed to be brothers, dressed in blue and white robes, their appearances remarkably similar, both exceptionally handsome.

If it weren't for their flat chests, it would be impossible to tell if they were male or female.
Was it a blessing or a curse for a man to grow up to look like this ?
The two looked around and found the five people present to have very different expressions, which was quite interesting.
Yu Ying was shy and ashamed, hanging her head, while Bing Ning was the opposite, her face full of

disdain , though it was unclear whether it was due to jealousy.
Shi Yuan and Shi Gang's reactions were very similar; both were extremely surprised, the only difference being their

eyes.
Shi Yuan's eyes contained jealousy, while Shi Gang's eyes concealed desire.
Meng Zheng glanced apologetically at the two extremely handsome men and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Mo Gusheng, known as

the Miraculous Healer , and this is his beloved son, Mo Qian. They don't want to be bothered by ordinary people in the martial arts world, so they are temporarily

staying here."
"Ah!" Everyone was taken aback and couldn't help but exclaim. The two men looked to be close in age,

and they had assumed they were brothers, but they turned out to be father and son. They were even more surprised that the famous physician in the martial arts world looked

so young.
After Meng Zheng finished introducing himself to both sides, he explained the situation to Mo Gusheng and asked him to treat Wanrou. Mo Gusheng

readily agreed.
After taking her pulse, Mo Gusheng looked at the anxiously waiting crowd and said, "Madam Meng's injuries are extremely serious.

Her internal organs have been damaged and displaced by powerful internal force. Originally, this wouldn't have been an incurable injury. But...
but she has suffered from the turmoil these past few days, and her condition has worsened. I'm afraid..."
Shi Gang sighed and said, "Even the divine physician Mo Gusheng says there's no hope, then..."
Shi Yuan's chest heaved with turmoil. The hope that had finally been rekindled was extinguished again.

In , Shi Yuan's internal force went astray. His vision went black, his mouth tasted sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
A scream of "Ah!" came from Yu Ying.
Mo Gusheng caught the fainting Shiyuan and was about to speak when he heard the drowsy Wanrou

mumble , "Brother, why did you divorce me? What's wrong with me? What did I do wrong?

I..." Her words became extremely incoherent, and she could no longer be heard speaking.
Meng Zheng and Mo Gusheng exchanged a glance, their faces simultaneously showing shame. Mo Gusheng gritted his teeth and said,

"Qian'er, bring that thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum."
Mo Qian cried out, "But Father, this is our family heirloom!"
Mo Gusheng said impatiently, "Just bring it. I owe her this."
Mo Qian had no choice but to reluctantly walk towards the secret chamber.
Meng Zheng grabbed Mo Gusheng's hand and said, "Gusheng, this..."
Mo Gusheng interrupted him, "Brother, this whole thing started because of me. This is what I should do."
The two grown men held hands, speaking words no one could understand; the situation seemed somewhat strange. Ke

Shiyuan had no interest in getting to the bottom of things. He asked anxiously, "What exactly happened, Uncle Mo? From

what you're saying, it seems... is there any hope for your master's wife?"
Mo Gusheng replied, "Originally, there was no hope. Fortunately, I still have a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. If we use it as the main ingredient,

supplemented with Arisaema heterophyllum, deer antler, Aconitum carmichaelii, Notopterygium incisum, safflower, and other herbs, we should be able to save your master's wife."
Shiyuan was overjoyed. He shouted, "So, my master's wife can be saved?"
Mo Gusheng said, "We also need to find someone with a bloodline close to your master's wife and take a bowl of their blood as..." " The medicinal guide is all we need," 　　Shi Yuan said

. "But where can we find one now? Well then, I'll ride back to Shuiyun Pavilion as fast as I can to find Ling'er." 　　Mo Gusheng remained silent, taking the pulses of everyone present in turn, and said, "That's unnecessary. Having similar bloodlines doesn't necessarily mean being blood relatives. I've found one among you all." 　　After speaking, Mo Gusheng pointed at Bing Ning and said, "Miss Liu, you are someone whose bloodline is similar to that of Miss Zeng. I wonder if you would be willing...?" 　　In the mid-Ming Dynasty, the concept was very conservative. Blood was the foundation of humanity, and it couldn't be given away so easily. This Liu Bing Ning had no connection with Zeng Wanrou, so it was understandable if she was unwilling to give blood to her. 　　Bing Ning glared angrily at Meng Zheng, leaving him bewildered. Then she looked at Wanrou, and then at Shi Yuan, whose face was full of pleading, and smiled, saying, "What's so difficult about that?" 　　Hearing this, Shi Yuan couldn't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief. In the vast darkness, he finally saw a glimmer of hope. 　　For several days, everyone had been working tirelessly for Wanrou. Among them, apart from Bingning, who , the others got along well, and Wanrou's health improved day by day. 　　On this day, Meng Zheng called Wanrou, Mo Gusheng, and Shiyuan to talk.

The four sat around Wanrou's bedside. Meng Zheng said to Wanrou, "If you have any questions, just say them. Everyone who should come

has come, and no one who shouldn't have come has."
Wanrou thought to herself: What does this have to do with Mo Gusheng? Why did he come?
Despite her thoughts, the usually virtuous Wanrou did not utter a word to refute Meng Zheng.
With others present, Wanrou hesitated, finally unable to hold back, and said, "Your letter of divorce...

how can anyone believe the reason you wrote it like that? ...Actually... do you think I'm too old and unattractive?"
Meng Zheng quickly replied, "No, how could that be? I haven't studied much since childhood, and I'm not good with books. I don't know

how , and I can't think of any reason. I... I didn't expect you to misunderstand."
Wanrou felt a pang of sorrow and said, "If that's the case, why do you want to divorce me? What do you dislike about me?"
Meng Zheng sighed and smiled bitterly, "You are the fairy Chang'e, a fairy from heaven. Marrying you is

the greatest . But... but... a fairy doesn't seem quite suitable to be a wife."
Hearing this, Wanrou's eyes lit up, and her face instantly regained its original vitality and life,

as if the gloom of the past few days had been swept away. She said, "I don't want to be a fairy, I... I just want to be your wife."
As she spoke, she glanced at Shiyuan, her expression quite complicated.
Shi Yuan was now completely calm. He knew the chances of Wan Rou being with him were extremely slim. The emotional and

physical torment he had suffered over the past few days, coupled with the insurmountable obstacle of Ling'er, had left him utterly hopeless.
Meng Zheng sighed, "This wasn't originally your fault. I... actually, the fault lies with me. I changed my mind."
Upon hearing this, Wan Rou's face turned ashen. She asked, "So you already have another woman outside?
Who is she?"
Meng Zheng remained silent for a long time. Then, he raised his head, his expression quite agitated, as if he had made a desperate
decision. Then, he did something no one had expected.
He actually reached out and tightly embraced Mo Gusheng.
"Ode to a Divorced Woman"
by Cao Pi:
Remembering our past affection, like two birds flying wing to wing. But now, our estrangement is like dust blown away by a startled wind.
Beauty fades and love dies, a phenomenon that has existed throughout history. I grieve for my loneliness and helplessness, and lament the lack of offspring.
I would gladly die with her in the same grave, fulfilling our lifelong vow. But having no children, she should be divorced, according to the established rites.
I grieve for the unanswered winds of the valley, and resent the sudden departure of my former lover. She donned her initial attire upon entering the house, then boarded her carriage and set off on her journey.
Following the long road southward, her horse hesitated and looked back. Wild birds flew high, their mournful cries echoing.
She stroked her carriage and stretched out her reins, heading towards the old city of Su. She trod the winding paths of deer and elk, listening to the chorus of birdsong.
Her heart was heavy with resentment and she looked back, her mind filled with bitterness and indignation. (This
is a widely circulated ancient text on divorce.) 　　Happy New Year everyone! This time, it seems I went a bit too far with the pranks. But thinking about it, there are only two explanations for a man who would divorce such a beautiful and virtuous wife
: 1. He had a high fever and his brain was damaged. 　　2. He is gay. 　　Of course, I have no intention of discriminating against homosexuals here. 　　Everyone has their own way of living, as long as it doesn't hurt others. Chapter Four (Part 1) " 　　Big brother, what are you doing? There are so many people." 　　Jiao Chu struggled desperately in his arms, but Meng Zheng held Mo Gusheng even tighter, not letting him move an inch. Meng Zheng gently stroked Mo Gusheng's back, nibbled on his ear, and whispered soothingly, "Gusheng, what must be faced will always be faced; there's no escaping it. Are we going to keep this a secret forever?" 　　Hearing this, Mo Gusheng's whole body trembled violently, as if he suddenly understood something, and his trembling gradually subsided. Then, he softly hummed in agreement, nestled obediently in Meng Zheng's arms, and remained silent. 　　Meng Zheng felt somewhat relieved, and his senses gradually sharpened. Sensing the astonished gazes on either side, he smiled bitterly and said, "That's right, I've fallen for him. For him, I'd give up everything ." 　　How could this be? How could this be? Shi Yuan's mind was in turmoil, his childhood images flashing before his eyes: his imposing master teaching him martial arts and meditation, his refined master teaching him to read and write, his strict master reprimanding him for his playfulness and laziness. Such a master… such a master would actually do such a shameless thing. 　　With a deafening crash, Shi Yuan felt the perfect idol he had built crumble before his eyes. The moral shackles in his heart cracked open, widening and widening: if the person he respected most had committed an act unacceptable to the world, were his teachings correct? Were the principles right? Where had his role model gone? 　　Meng Zheng's words, seemingly from heaven, interrupted Shi Yuan's chaotic thoughts: "I know this matter is intolerable to the world. Having done such a thing, I have no face to return to the Mountain and Water Poetry School and face the ancestors of the Meng family. But… but I don't regret it, not at all." Meng Zheng's voice grew softer and softer, as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps pouring out his heart to the Buddhas in the heavens. 　　Meng Zheng remained dejected for a while before saying, "I came to Suzhou to find the true culprit . After several years of investigation, I found some clues." He seemed unwilling to continue the previous topic. 　　"Master, have you found the real culprit?" Yang Shiyuan blurted out, putting aside his troubling thoughts. 　　Meng Zheng didn't answer. After a long while, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Did they think they had covered their tracks perfectly? Did they think destroying all the evidence would be enough?" 　　Meng Zheng stood up, casually shaking his slightly wrinkled scholar's robe, and said, "They overlooked a very basic question. Just think about it, how much power would it take to wipe out the entire Yang family without revealing their whereabouts? Which sects in the martial world have that kind of power?" 　　"Ah!" Wanrou exclaimed in surprise: "Twelve years ago, the Demonic Sect was destroyed long ago, so wouldn't that mean..." Wanrou quickly covered her cherry-like mouth. 　　Everything was understood without words.

"Those hypocrites..." someone murmured.
Meng Zheng said, "I've investigated for a long time, and things aren't as simple as they seem. It seems...it seems..."
Mo Gusheng's expression remained unchanged; he probably already knew all along.
Meng Zheng's next words suddenly didn't connect with the previous sentence: "Once, I was collecting

evidence at the foot of Diancang Mountain when I was ambushed. That time, that time was really dangerous. Seven or eight

mysterious surrounded me. If they hadn't refused to use their true abilities, if I hadn't

met Gusheng after being seriously injured...I probably would never have met you again."
Wanrou said, "You mean..."
"When did Diancang get so many masters? Why are these mysterious people so powerful,

yet the Diancang sect's kung fu is so clumsy? What are they trying to hide? What are their identities? Could they be

already famous masters?"
Wanrou pondered. "Besides Shaolin, there can't be that many masters in the world."
Meng Zheng waved his hand and said, "Impossible. Most of the masters in Shaolin are enlightened monks who would disdain doing

such things. I deduce that the Yang family's massacre was a joint effort by several sects. Just think about that 'Water and Clouds'

manual ; how tempting it is for martial arts learners!"
Shiyuan and Wanrou exclaimed in surprise, their once bright eyes gradually losing their light, leaving only

a look of gloom and disappointment. Wanrou said, "How could my Landscape Poetry School possibly defeat them? How can we avenge this

?"
Meng Zheng laughed heartily, raising his arms and clenching his fists, he shouted, "So what if we can't win?

As long as I'm fighting for justice, even if it means going against the entire martial world, even if it means being disgraced and

shattered to pieces , I will still seek justice for the Yang family

and restore the martial world's innocence!" His usual refined demeanor now exuded a majestic and imposing aura, making people afraid to look him in the eye. He was like a golden-armored war god,

willing to challenge even the omnipotent heavens for justice.
Shi Yuan, influenced by him, was instantly invigorated. He saw Wanrou's gentle, adoring gaze again, and

his heart ached. He knew that gaze wasn't directed at him. Admiration, appreciation, love,

jealousy … all sorts of emotions filled his heart. He understood that his master was, after all, a former sect leader.

Compared to this mature and outstanding man, he was just a half-grown boy.
"But what I find even stranger is how they knew my every move? How did they know I

wasn't at Shuiyun Pavilion?" Meng Zheng continued.
Wanrou's face turned deathly pale: "You mean..."
"That's right. With so many disciples in our Mountain and Water Poetry School, it's not impossible for a few traitors to betray their master

."
Meng Zheng's expression suddenly became extremely solemn: "Your coming out this time gave them an opportunity. Alas...
by the time you return, who knows what the Mountain and Water Poetry School will be like."
"Then you should come back with us. The Mountain and Water Poetry School needs you," Wanrou said hopefully.
Meng Zheng smiled mysteriously. "No, I won't go back. I am the last pawn, the most powerful pawn hidden in

the darkness ."
"What does that mean?"
"Don't you understand? They destroyed the Yang Clan, but they can't find that map. They must be resentful. Sooner or later,

they will target you, me, and the Landscape Poetry School. It's been 12 years, 12 years already. Do you think they'll

wait any longer?"
Several exclamations of surprise rang out again.
"That day, I suffered a fatal injury, something those mysterious people should know very well. This time, I

specifically wrote a letter of divorce to go back. They'll definitely find it strange that a dead person has reappeared in the world."
Meng Zheng paused, seemingly lost in thought, but he quickly regained his composure: "...Actually, I

already have some evidence. Haha, I think those murderers are probably panicking now, sending all their men to

find out my whereabouts. Well, that way, they won't have the energy to attack the Landscape Poetry School for the time being. The reason I'm not

going back is actually to tie down the enemy's energy and resources."
"Then aren't you in great danger?"
"Not at all... To be honest, if Rou-mei hadn't been unsteady on her feet when you came, possibly

seriously injured , why would I have opened this door?"
"This..."
Meng Zheng explained, "If you weren't injured, I would only meet you in the darkness and

would never reveal my whereabouts. Now, we can't stay here any longer; we should leave immediately. You should leave too,

don't linger in the martial world, go straight back to Shuiyun Pavilion. If they can't find me, they'll come looking for you."
"Was that letter of divorce just a ploy to lure them out?" The speaker's tone was filled with boundless joy.
Meng Zheng looked at Wanrou's hopeful eyes, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, coughing a few times involuntarily.
He sighed deeply, slumped heavily on the edge of the bed, all his previous bravado gone. He said, "Rou-mei, it's impossible

for us anymore, our fate is over."
How could the once proud and gentle wife, now a loving and virtuous woman, have imagined that she would one day be abandoned?
Even though the letter of divorce had been written, she still refused to face this reality; she still clung

to illusions. Therefore, she chose to escape. But what happened? The cruel reality repeatedly tore at her once

proud heart, shattering her self-esteem: she was inferior to a man.
Now, she finally woke up; she accepted her fate. Despair—these two words appeared for the first time in the heart of this woman who had always

had a smooth life , and they quickly grew, eventually forming two mountains that pressed down on her, making it hard for her

to breathe. Wanrou's face was covered in tears, and she choked back sobs; she actually cried in public. The day she received the divorce papers,

her eyes had only reddened, but today… Perhaps it was for the best; the emotions that had been building up for so many days were finally going to erupt

.
Meng Zheng knelt down with a thud, saying, "I've never wronged anyone in my life, except for you, to whom I

feel a deep sense of shame. I know that saying all this is useless now. I can't

make it up to you no matter what I do. I've betrayed my conscience, and I've betrayed you even more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Hearing Meng Zheng's confession, Wanrou's tears flowed even more freely, as if they were beyond her control,

and she could n't stop them.
Tears emptied the fantasies in her mind, the bitterness in her heart, and the image that haunted her soul. She

also wanted to shed all the love and affection they had shared over the past decade.
Is repentance truly useful? Or does it only add to the victim's suffering?
(To be continued

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