[Young female constable apprehends lecherous thief]

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A young female 　　 constable apprehends a lecherous thief 　　 . The 　　June 　　 sun blazed fiercely, making it unbearably hot. 　　 On the road leading to Nanjing, a group of people and over a dozen carriages approached.
Leading 　　 the group was a tall, white horse, upon which sat an old hero. He dismounted; he was 　　about six feet tall, with broad shoulders, a slender waist, and a fan-shaped figure. He wore a bronze-colored ducktail turban 　　, wrapped in yellow silk, with a flawless, gleaming jade pendant adorning the top. He wore a bronze-colored short jacket 　　, secured with a yellow cross-shaped loop, and a five-colored silk sash around his waist. 　　 He wore riding trousers with a slit and a "Five Blessings Holding Longevity" tiger-head boots. Over this, he wore a grey hero's cloak, 　　a precious sword at his left side, and a dart pouch slung across his right shoulder. This precious sword was long and heavy, with a gold hook, gold 　　fittings, a white sharkskin scabbard, a red gold blade, and a gleaming yellow handle—truly dazzling. 　　 The book describes it as a treasure called the "Fish Scale Purple Gold Sword," capable of cutting through gold and jade, and slicing through iron like mud. 　　It weighed twenty catties and six taels; for a single sword, this weight was extraordinary. 　　 Furthermore, his dart pouch had three slots, holding three jin (a unit 　　of weight, approximately 50 grams). Each dart weighed sixteen taels, and the three darts totaled forty-eight taels. Such a weight 　　was rare among darts. The dart pouch itself was also exquisite, with a gold-embroidered cover and a deerskin lining. The three 　　slots were secured with lids. To use it, the lids were lifted, a spring was pressed with the thumb, and the darts automatically jumped out— 　　truly flexible and convenient to use. 　　 Looking closer at his face, it was like a silver basin, with thick, eight-character eyebrows, a pair of wide eyes, clear black and white, a lion's 　　nose, a square mouth, bright red lips, and three wisps of white beard. He exuded righteousness and commanded respect from a hundred paces. 　　 Someone might ask, "Who is this man? Why is he so imposing?" This is Ping Ying, the Third-Rank Chief Supervisor of Nanjing Prefecture 　　. Known in the martial arts world as the Divine Dart Hero, Ping Ying is a remarkable figure. He lived in Gucheng Village, Maozhou, Jiangsu Province 　　. Born during the reign of Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty, Ping Ying loved martial arts from a young age and became a disciple of a high-ranking Shaolin monk. After fifteen years of study, he mastered numerous 　　skills, becoming proficient in all eighteen weapons. However, his greatest skill was the single-edged sword. Ping Ying mastered the Sixty-Four Forms of the Eight Trigrams Invincible Golden Saber, a technique that made him invincible in the martial arts world. Furthermore, Ping Ying 　　also possessed exceptional skill 　　 in concealed weapons . His darts were always accurate, never missing a target. He practiced archery by day and incense sticks by night, throwing 　　darts with his eyes open and closed, never missing a shot. Therefore, he was known in the martial arts world as the Divine Dart Master. Ping Ying also possessed a hidden weapon called " 　　Head-Swinging Dart," which he carried on his waist. He rarely used it, but when he did, 　　even a celestial being would find it difficult to escape. 　　 Ping Ying was fifty-five years old this year and had served in Nanjing Prefecture for thirty years. Upright and righteous, he led 　　his constables on numerous missions to apprehend thieves and robbers, ensuring Nanjing's excellent public order and allowing its people 　　to live in peace and prosperity. This fright deterred even the most notorious thieves and bandits from committing crimes in Nanjing. 　　 Furthermore, even in neighboring areas, people would call upon the old knight for help when crimes occurred. For a time, the name of the Divine Dart Master Ping 　　Ying resounded throughout the land. This time, he went to help at the invitation of the prefect of Changsha. After finishing his business, 　　the old swordsman led his men back to Nanjing. He first reported to the yamen and then went straight home. Pingying lived by the Xiaolong 　　River in the east of the city. He had been away for a month and missed home terribly, missing his wife and his only daughter. 　　 The gate was ajar. As soon as Pingying entered the front yard, he saw a girl in white practicing martial arts. The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen years old 　　, tall and slender. She wore a white dress with a short collar, a cross- 　　shaped belt, and riding trousers with a squat crotch. She wore a pair of leather-faced, tiger-patterned, four-happiness boots. 　　 The young girl practiced a set of Lotus Fist. *Clap, clap…* she recited all sixty-four moves of the Lotus Fist. Her 　　outstretched hands were like digging a ridge, her curled hands like rolling a pancake, her body like a snake, her legs like drills, her fists like shooting stars, her eyes like lightning 　　. She displayed all sorts of amazing skills: cat leaps, dog dodges, rabbit rolls, eagle flips, python somersaults, dragon claws, monkey climbs trees, tiger climbs mountains—her kung fu was truly 　　impressive. Watching with great interest, Ping Ying couldn't help but clap and cheer loudly. The girl finished her moves and stood in her stance, her breath steady 　　and her expression unchanged. 　　 Turning around, she saw her father. A look of joy appeared on her rosy face. She ran over and hugged the old swordsman tightly 　　, exclaiming, "Father, you're back!" 　　 This young girl was the only daughter of the old swordsman Ping Ying. Ping Ying and his wife had this daughter in their middle age, and 　　the elderly couple cherished her like a precious jewel. 　　 Since this article mainly focuses on Ping Weina, we will concentrate on introducing her. Ping Weina is 　　17 years old this year. She started learning martial arts from her father at the age of three. Due to her high comprehension and hard work, Ping Weina's kung fu is already 　　on par with Ping Ying's. Not only is she skilled in martial arts, but she is also a famous beauty in Nanjing. She has a 　　delicate and elegant face, appearing quiet and generous. Her skin is fair and smooth, and her figure is graceful. Especially her pair of bright and lively 　　eyes, which blink frequently, reveal an incomparably charming allure. 　　 What fascinates men most is her sexy figure. Ping Weina is slender and fit, neither too plump nor too thin 　　. Her full breasts are high and firm, and her buttocks are high, round, firm, and smooth, without an ounce of excess fat. Her 　　long legs accentuate her slender waist. Her long, black hair is styled in the bun commonly worn by girls in the Song Dynasty, 　　tied with colorful ribbons, which is very beautiful. She likes to wear white dresses, which makes her appear even more pure and innocent. 　　 Ping Weina, influenced by her father, was upright, kind-hearted, and hated evil. Madam Ping 　　was overjoyed to learn of her husband's safe return and ordered the kitchen to prepare several delicious dishes. The family enjoyed a happy reunion dinner 　　. During the meal, the old swordsman asked what had happened at home during his month-long absence. 　　 Madam Ping replied, "Several families have come to propose marriage for my daughter. She's not young anymore; it's time to find her a husband 　　." 　　 Ping Weina objected, "No, I don't want to get married yet. I want to be a good constable like my father!" 　　 "A young woman going out into the world to work is not acceptable," Madam Ping said. 　　 Seeing her mother's objection, the girl playfully tugged at her father's arm, "Father, please let me go!" 　　 The old swordsman was very pleased; he knew his daughter's character. "Alright, I support you. I'll go tomorrow..."

"The Prefect said!"
"Really?" The girl excitedly kissed her father on the cheek.
Madam Ping complained to Ping Ying, "You spoil her so much, I'm not going to take care of you two anymore."
The girl was especially excited that night; she could finally be a female constable. She secretly resolved to uphold
justice and eradicate evil.
The next day, Ping Weina got up early and went to the yamen with her father. Prefect Wang was very pleased to see Ping Ying and her father
, and with a stroke of his pen, he assigned Ping Weina to the patrol team.
Just a few days of peace passed when a messenger from Wuhan came to see Prefect Wang with a letter from the local prefect pleading for help. Prefect Wang
called Ping Ying over to show him the letter. It turned out that silver shops and banks in Wuhan had been frequently robbed in recent months, and
the cases remained unsolved. Desperate, they had come to ask the old chivalrous Ping for help. Time was short, and the old chivalrous had selected several shrewd and capable
constables to depart the next day.
No sooner had the old chivalrous left than trouble broke out in Nanjing. The notorious flower thief, who had disappeared for years, continued
his crimes, always raping and murdering his victims with extreme cruelty, causing widespread panic throughout the city. The people speculated
that the thief was a wanderer from out of town, unaware of the legendary hero Ping Lao Ke's reputation; others said he
only started committing crimes after Ping Lao Ke left.
Prefect Wang was also very worried. He ordered all the constables to patrol every night, strengthening security. Finally,
one night at midnight, the patrolling constables discovered the flower thief.
That night, Zhang Da Ge was leading the patrol. When they reached the pawnshop of Master Li, they saw a
figure flash on the wall. Zhang Da Ge led the way, jumping over the wall and seeing a man dressed in black.
"Who goes there?" They surrounded the man.
Seeing he couldn't escape, the Night Stalker drew his sword. His martial arts were truly impressive; in just a few moves, the constables
were all wounded, and Zhang Da Ge was stabbed in the shoulder. The constables, though still charging forward desperately, continued their attack.
The Night Stalker, seeing this, became desperate and unleashed his full power. He quickened his pace, heading straight for Zhang Da Ge. This time, Zhang Da Ge could
n't hold on any longer. Caught off guard, he was kicked to the ground by the Night Stalker, and with a clatter, a knife flew through the air. Before
he could even get up, the Night Stalker gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and with a "crack!" a head fell to the ground.
"Thud!" Blood spurted out.
Zhang Dage was killed, and the other constables were thrown into chaos. Taking advantage of this opportunity, "Night Walker" used his light-footed skills to escape
. That night, all the constables gathered at the prefectural government office. Looking at Zhang Dage's body, everyone was heartbroken. Ping Weina
didn't say anything, but just kept shedding tears.
Deputy Chief Inspector Li Dazhong said, "Don't be too sad, everyone. We must catch the murderer and avenge Dage
. Because the flower thief's martial arts are very powerful, each of our patrol teams will be led by someone with good martial arts skills
." Li
Dazhong ordered Ping Weina to stay at the yamen, but the girl was resentful. She knew everyone was
wary of her because she was a girl. She had her own plans; she wanted to act alone, behind everyone's back, determined to catch the lecherous thief,
rid the people of this scourge, and avenge Zhang Dage.
The next night, dressed in black, she set off with a long sword and a dart pouch. She first
circled outside the city, then inside, encountering patrolling constables twice, but she evaded them both times.
The first day passed uneventfully, and she continued her search on the second night, again without incident. On the third day, when Ping Weina
reached the gate of Shao the Rich Man's house, she noticed a man suspiciously climbing over the wall. The girl followed him
, and what struck her as odd was the way he climbed the wall; he didn't seem to know martial arts. So,
she didn't disturb him, following him to the backyard.
Ping Weina followed the man... Seeing him arrive at a small building and stop, looking around,
the girl immediately hid behind a rockery. Once the man was sure no one had seen him, he went upstairs. When he entered the house,
the girl, skilled in martial arts, effortlessly scaled walls and climbed mountains, faster than a cat, making no sound.
Ping Weina leaped onto the second floor and saw a lamp lit in the room on the left. She peeked through
a small hole in the window. What she saw was astonishing. The room was a large bedroom, like a girl
's boudoir, luxuriously furnished with pure nanmu wood furniture. Two thick red candles illuminated the room
clearly. White curtains were drawn, and a large bed was covered with snow-white sheets. Silk quilts were neatly arranged at the head of the bed
, and a stunningly beautiful woman was undressing.
She wore a white silk outer garment, and as the garment was removed, it revealed… She was wearing a similarly white
, semi-transparent undergarment. The man who had just entered the room had his eyes fixed on the girl's high, firm
breasts, which were covered by the undergarment. Because the undergarment was semi-transparent, Ping Weina could vaguely see the girl's brown nipples
. Then the girl took off her white trousers, exposing her lower body. She leaned against the headboard, her alluring eyes fixed on
the man beside her.
Ping Weina looked the man up and down. He was eighteen or nineteen years old, with extremely fair and delicate skin, a rosy face
, and exceptionally handsome features. He had arched eyebrows, a straight nose, and piercing eyes. He wore a blue velvet hood, a ribbon tied around his round
forehead, and a warm white woolen fringe pressed against his jade-like forehead. He wore a blue shirt, which couldn't hide his dashing
and debonair air. He was a handsome young man full of vigor.
The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with lust as he watched the sex on the bed. Seeing the pretty girl
, the young woman glanced at him seductively before gently closing her eyes, a hint of shyness in her gaze. Ping Weina could tell they were
a young couple having an affair, so she turned and jumped downstairs to continue her patrol. However, the girl's heart remained
with the young couple. After much deliberation, she decided to go back and check. When Ping Weina returned to the embroidered tower, the two
people on the embroidered bed were embracing. The curtains were still drawn, so she could see clearly.
She saw the young woman inside with high, firm breasts, rosy nipples, a slender waist, full hips, and two snow-white thighs crossed
, smiling at the young man.
The young man's left hand tightly grasped one of the girl's high, full breasts, while his right hand teased and caressed her vulva.
The girl let out intoxicating moans, calling out in her soft, seductive voice, "Cousin... I feel so good
... oh... oh... oh... oh..." Only then did Ping Weina realize they were cousins.
The boy lowered his head, kissing and licking her face lightly and deeply, then whispered in her ear, "Don't rush, little sister, your cousin
will make you feel like you're dying of pleasure soon."
Ping Weina, watching from outside the window, stared wide-eyed. The boy's hands gently caressed the girl's smooth, white, and shapely
body, admiring it closely. His lips moved to her cherry-like lips,
and the girl returned his kiss, her tender tongue darting out to meet his, their passion escalating. She wrapped her left arm around the boy
's neck, passionately returning his kiss, sucking on his tongue, while her right hand reached for his lower body,
grasping his large penis and kneading it.
This was the first time Ping Weina had ever seen a man's penis, and her heart trembled, her breath quickening.
Inside, the two continued their lovemaking, the boy reaching a fever pitch of pleasure from the girl's touch! He let out a low growl and tightened his grip on
the girl's smooth, slender waist, moving his lips away from her fragrant mouth and kissing his way down her flushed face
. He lingered for a moment on her long, beautiful neck before continuing his downward journey. When his kisses reached her snow-white,
tender breasts, he passionately sucked on one erect nipple, while simultaneously grasping the other full breast and
gently caressing its rosy nipple with his fingers.
The girl's lower body was wet, and she gasped for breath, emitting sweet moans: "Good cousin... I... I
feel so good... harder... good... don't stop..." Her hands tightly embraced the boy's head.
He pressed his advantage, savoring the deliciousness of both nipples, then
kissed his way down her full, jade-like body, licking her alluring navel repeatedly with his tongue. He then parted her long, slender legs, burying his face in
the wet pubic hair, his tongue teasing the entrance to her paradise.
His tongue skills were superb; in moments, the girl was panting heavily, drenched in fragrant sweat, her jade-like face arched back, her long,
black hair cascading to her waist, her expression incredibly alluring, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and a seductive moan escaping her cherry-like lips
…
Ping Weina, watching from outside, felt her face burning, her heart pounding wildly. Her hands unconsciously
pressed against her full breasts through her clothes, her legs clamping tighter and tighter, her lower body itching, and streams of fluid involuntarily
flowing from her vagina.
Inside, the pleasure-seeking couple were unaware that someone was watching their performance. The young man, full of vigor,
moved his thick penis back and forth, the girl's soft flesh clinging to it, rising and falling with each thrust. With each
thrust, the girl let out a joyful moan, her hips swaying more vigorously, actively responding to his
penis.
Ping Weina felt her legs go weak, her whole body limp, her heart pounding wildly. An unprecedented
feeling of pleasure spread through her body. She dared not look any longer, yet reluctantly left. Finally, the girl gritted her
teeth and returned home. The intense desire still burned within her. As her black night clothes fell away, her
mature body was revealed. Ping Weina exposed her lotus-root-like arms, snow-white and tender, her proud breasts almost
bursting through her snow-white bodice. Then she pulled down her trousers.
The small room was instantly brightened. Two slender, jade-like legs, white and smooth, tightly clamped a private, secret cave that drove men mad,
already soaking wet. Ping Weina raised her hands behind her neck and untied the knot of her bodice. As soon as the bodice
fell off, with a "plop," a pair of restless white rabbits sprang out, their pyramid-shaped breasts proudly
erect.
Because of her martial arts training, her breasts were much firmer than others'. Two
adorable red cherries graced her snow-white peaks, which trembled with her delicate body. Her secret garden was still covered by a pair of thin silk panties.
Due to the copious flow of arousal fluid, the pale white panties were now semi-transparent
, revealing a dense patch of dark hair at the lower part of her abdomen.
At this moment, Ping Weina exuded the charm of a young girl, every gesture incredibly sexy, especially
her almond-shaped eyes, which shone with boundless allure. Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, thinking of the boy's thick penis, she
felt a surge of heat throughout her body, a burning desire ignited within her. She longed for the man to fondle her alluring breasts
and full, white buttocks.
Thinking of this, Ping Weina blushed. The girl lay down on the bed, her hands unable to resist kneading her firm, full
breasts. Her proud breasts stood erect in the air, her snow-white bosom beautiful and proud, each nipple a
tempting red cherry. A surge of pleasure shot from her nipples down her body, then to her limbs, and her beautiful
eyes revealed a satisfied expression.
As her hands continued to caress her, her nipples gradually hardened, bringing even greater sensitivity. This 17-year-old
girl's primal desires had been building up for far too long; masturbation allowed them to flow freely. Her delicate
hands moved to her private area. Her hands found a thin, already moist cleft. Her fingers moved
downwards, touching two soft labia. She lifted her legs and pulled down her panties, her fingers pinching her already erect clitoris
. A flick sent shivers of unprecedented pleasure through her body.
Ping Weina felt waves of heat coursing through her body, a warm current flowing from her lower body. Curious, she looked down at her
genitals. At 17, this was the first time she had ever examined her own vulva so closely.
A string of glistening dewdrops appeared on her pubic hair. Parting her full labia majora, the two fleshy folds tightly gripped a clitoris that drove her wild.
Even a gentle touch would send shivers down her spine. Her labia minora guarded her alluring vulva.
As the slender fingers moved in and out, the initial pain vanished completely. Ping Weina
felt waves of pleasure coursing through her body from her vulva, like tides, one after another
, as if she were being electrocuted. She couldn't help but moan.
"Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...
ah...ah...oh...oh..."
Her movements quickened, and she felt lightheaded and dizzy. She couldn't care less about anything else;
she desperately thrust her hips forward, trying to penetrate the fingers even deeper.
Gushes of fluid overflowed from her vagina, making a "gurgling" sound. Suddenly, she felt
a tingling sensation inside her vagina, and hot, sticky fluid gushed out, making her thighs slippery. This was her first
orgasm, and there were specks of blood on the sheets.
The girl slept soundly and continued her patrol that night. In the latter half of the ninth night, Ping Weina
spotted the man in black on the wall of the ancient building. The moment they met, she saw a lewd glint in his eyes.
Wandering the city in the dead of night—either a constable or a thief—Ping Weina deduced he was no good. Without
a word, she drew her sword and thrust, thinking, "Let's see where you can run now!" A fight ensued.
The thief's blade flashed past Ping Weina's head, and before the girl could straighten up
, he flicked his wrist and threw a dart straight at her throat. These two moves were clean, swift, and lightning-fast.
Only Ping Weina could have landed such a blow; any other constable would have been doomed. Because they were so close face-to-face, he
had no idea that the girl was also an expert at throwing and dodging hidden weapons. Ping Weina executed a powerful "Iron Bridge" maneuver,
stretching her legs forward and leaning back like a noodle. The dart grazed the tip of her nose and
struck the ancient courtyard wall with a clang.
Just as the girl stood up, the thief swiftly and viciously thrust his blade towards her neck and
throat. Seeing the blade coming, Ping Weina stepped forward and sidestepped,
causing the thief to miss. The girl used her longsword to deflect the blade, then swept it towards the thief's neck and throat. The thief quickly
ducked, and the girl's longsword grazed just above his head.
Then, the thief swung his sword behind his back, aiming for the back of the girl's head. Ping Weina leaped forward, dodging the blow.
The thief's skill was quite high; the girl was putting in considerable effort. Therefore, Ping Weina observed the situation, simultaneously blocking the entrance
and launching her own attacks.
The thief knew he had encountered a formidable opponent and dared not be careless, so he wielded his 108-style swordplay with great speed and precision
. The two fought fiercely, evenly matched.
As time went on, the thief began to falter. Firstly, his martial arts were inferior to Ping Weina's; secondly, he feared encountering
a patrol. Coincidentally, that day, Deputy Superintendent Li Dazhong was patrolling with a dozen constables. They
spotted the fight from a distance and rushed over, finding Ping Weina battling a man in black.
One of the constables immediately recognized the thief. "Hey, this is the lecherous thief who killed Big Man!" The constables swarmed around him
. The thief, even more flustered, panicked. Ping Weina, in mid-air, raised her longsword
and slashed down, sword and all, aiming for the thief's head!
The thief, realizing the danger, leaped forward, dodging the blow. Sweat
poured from his nose and temples, and he gasped for breath. The girl intensified her attacks, relentlessly pressing forward. Taking advantage of the thief's momentary lapse in attention, she executed
a sword-and-foot stunt, kicking him squarely in the stomach.
The thief tried to spring up, but before he could, the girl was upon him. Ping Weina
thought for a moment: "I'd better keep him alive for questioning." She tapped his thigh with her sword.
Even that was too much for him! The thief howled in pain and lay motionless on the ground! Several constables
rushed in, slapped him twice, and bound him by the arm. And so the thief was captured alive.
Everyone happily escorted the lecherous thief back to the prefectural government office. Magistrate Wang interrogated him that very night. The thief's name was Hao Quan,
from Suzhou. He was responsible for the several rapes and murders
. After the interrogation, Hao Quan was taken to prison, awaiting the Ministry of Justice's approval for execution. Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. The constables had immense respect and admiration for Ping Weina. The young girl received a reward from the magistrate, 　　 and
Nanjing Prefecture returned to its former tranquility. 　　 (II) 　　 ************************************************************************** 　　Last time, we talked about how the lecherous thief Hao Quan was imprisoned in the Nanjing Prefecture's death row. The constables finally breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone received 　　a reward from Prefect Wang. 　　 Ping Weina bought some pastries to visit her mother, but little did they know that trouble would ensue that very night. 　　 Around midnight, a masked man dressed in black scaled the wall and broke into the prison, injuring several guards and 　　rescuing the lecherous thief Hao Quan. Upon receiving the report, Magistrate Wang summoned all the constables to the yamen that very night to discuss countermeasures. The constables, who 　　had just relaxed upon learning the situation, tensed up again, whispering amongst themselves and devising solutions. 　　 Ping Weina, quick-witted and resourceful, offered Magistrate Wang many suggestions. Following the young woman's advice, Magistrate Wang immediately 　　issued an arrest warrant and put it into practice. 　　 Previously, the gates of Nanjing had been open, allowing free entry and exit without question. Now, sentries were added to the gates, and constables were 　　stationed day and night, carefully checking everyone entering and leaving the city. 　　 Magistrate Wang canceled all leave and ordered everyone to go out and gather information and clues. The constables, some 　　in groups of three and others in groups of two, searched the area around Nanjing, leaving others aside. 　　 Let's start with the chivalrous Ping Weina. She was in charge of the area outside the East Gate. The young woman and another young constable named Ye Yongchang were assigned to 　　the same group, because this young constable is very important in the book. 　　 Let me briefly introduce Ye Yongchang. He is from Nanjing City and has loved martial arts since childhood. His father is 　　the owner of a successful pawnshop, so he comes from a well-off family. He is an only child with excellent skills, and most importantly, he is 　　handsome and spirited. At the age of 21, he is in the prime of his life. The young couple left the East Gate and first 　　visited several farmhouses. 　　 They found the area relatively quiet and, after inquiring, found that no one had seen any suspicious persons recently. 　　 Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang discussed it and decided to explore further. 　　 They asked the local people what place was further ahead. Someone told them it was called Huangshugang, 　　only eighteen li away, and advised them not to go, saying that the area was not very safe. 　　 The young woman thought, "It's precisely because it's not safe that we should go! It would be best to find the shadow of the lecherous thieves so that we can eliminate them 　　." 　　 They were actually quite nervous, so the two of them mustered their courage and hurried towards Huangshugang. Don't let Ping Weina's young age fool you 　　; this girl was quite shrewd and experienced. 　　 Upon arriving in Huangshugang, they realized it was a large town, a major thoroughfare with several main roads passing through it 　　, which was why Huangshugang had prospered. 　　 This large town had three or four thousand households and several main streets, most of which were closed. It was said to have been very prosperous back then.

Hua is now desolate.
They circled the shops in Huangshugang Town several times but found no trace of the lecherous thief. By then, the sun was setting in the west
. The two thought to themselves, "If I hurry back now, it will be too late. Well, let's delay another day before going back."
The girl looked up and saw an inn on the north side of the road, with a sign outside that read "Wang Family Old Inn."
The two stepped inside. This inn was indeed very nice. There were five rooms in the front hall, a passageway in the middle
, a courtyard with square brick floors, and two side halls with five rooms each on each side. There was also a doorway on one side leading to the east and west courtyards and the back courtyard. The inn was already full of guests, but there were still plenty of rooms available, 　　with thirty or forty rooms
in total . 　　 The waiter greeted them with a smile as soon as he saw them arrive. "You two are looking for a room!" " 　　 Yes," the girl replied. "Prepare two of our best rooms for us." 　　 "Oh, I'm sorry, miss, we only have one room left." 　　 "Then let's look at other places." 　　 The waiter smiled. "Miss, to be honest, although our town is quite large, this is the only inn 　　. If you don't stay, someone else will come to stay soon." 　　 The two discussed it and decided that they would make do for the night in order to solve the case. 　　 "Alright, we'll rent it." 　　 "Your room is on the second floor." 　　 As it was dusk, all the lights in the rooms were turned on, and they followed the waiter into room number three. 　　 "The house is simple, please forgive us. How is it? Is it alright here?" 　　 The room was quite nice, with bedding, pillows, a teapot, teacups, tables, chairs, and benches—everything was provided. 　　After washing up and drinking some tea, the two felt a bit hungry and tired. Their stomachs were rumbling, "Gurgle, gurgle 　　, gurgle..." 　　 The girl thought: These past few days I've been busy catching lecherous thieves and haven't eaten properly. Yesterday I was only focused on fighting and 　　didn't even have a bite to eat. She said to Ye Yongchang, "Brother Ye, let's fill our stomachs first, and then we can learn about the local situation 　　before we talk." 　　 So they called over a waiter, who wiped the table, set out dishes and chopsticks, and asked them, "What would you two like to eat 　　? Just tell us. We'll make you something delicious." 　　 "What do you have?" 　　 "Ah, our Wang Family Inn is a grand inn, second to none in Huangshugang. We have everything: things that fly in the sky, 　　run on the ground, jump in the grass, float in the water, and we have everything 　　 you could want, fried, stir-fried, and cooked." "No need for that. Just pick whatever you like, cold dishes, hot dishes, and vegetables, and make us your best dishes 　　," the girl instructed. 　　 "Alright, how much wine do you want?" 　　 "No more, just three catties. But it has to be good wine." 　　 "Don't worry, we have our own homemade 'Ten-Mile Fragrance'!" 　　 "That's it." 　　 The waiter told the kitchen to prepare it, and the two used this opportunity to discuss finding the thief. As they were discussing, the waiter 　　gradually brought in the dishes, and the two smelled them: So fragrant! 　　 Perhaps because they were hungry, the girl lowered her head and picked up her chopsticks to eat. The wine was also warmed up by then, and they 　　drank and ate together. 　　 They quickly finished eating, and Ping Weina said to Ye Yongchang, "Brother Ye, let's rest quickly and get enough rest 　　so we can find the thief tomorrow." 　　 The waiter cleared away the leftover food, and they hung their weapons on the wall. Ye Yongchang fell into a deep sleep. 　　 On the other bed, Ping Weina tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Her mind was in turmoil. 　　The first thing on her mind was finding the lecherous thief tomorrow. Thinking about this, she felt no sleepiness at all. 　　 Just then, the girl heard a strange sound. Following the sound, she pressed her face against the wall, and the 　　sound became clearer. It sounded like flesh colliding, interspersed with a man's low breathing and a woman's 　　moans. 　　 It was already late at night, and the entire inn was dark, with only a sliver of light coming from next door. 　　 The girl, barefoot and with snow-white feet, quietly left the room. She tiptoed to the window of the next room, 　　stopped, moistened her right index finger with her mouth, and gently poked a hole in the paper windowpane. Peering through the gaping hole, she saw 　　the scene inside completely, almost making Ping Weina cry out. Luckily, she managed to stop herself from crying out. 　　The side of the bed inside faced the window. 　　 Two naked people were rolling on the wooden bed. The girl saw that the man was about 30 years old, while the woman was very young 　　, probably no more than 16 or 17. The man had the beautiful girl pinned beneath him, wantonly thrusting into her 　　tender orifice, ravaging her until she was drenched in sweat and panting. 　　 The girl's delicate body was flushed, her moans and gasps pleaded, and her slender body twisted desperately, 　　her slender fingers gripping his back with unbearable thirst—clearly, the girl's pleasure had reached its peak. 　　 Ping Weina saw the girl's overwhelming pleasure surging through her body and mind, causing her to completely abandon her innocent 　　shyness and tenderness, offering herself wholeheartedly and passionately enjoying the carnal pleasure. 　　 The boundless spring scenery deeply attracted the girl, and inside the room, the girl's sexy little mouth kept moaning: 　　"So beautiful... ah... good brother... I'm almost... I'm almost dying... ah... oh... you're so strong... 　　oh... good brother... you're fucking me... I can't take it anymore... oh..." 　　 The girl's panting continued, and although she said she couldn't take it anymore, her body's movements were 　　unwavering, instead meeting his deep attacks even more strongly. Each thrust of the man penetrated deep 　　into the girl's body. 　　 The girl's breasts rose and fell with the movements, and her flushed eyes were full of 　　the sweet charm of orgasm. After a long moan, the moans grew louder and more wanton, making 　　Ping Weina outside blush and her heart pound. 　　 Although it wasn't the first time the girl had seen such spring scenery, she couldn't help but use her slender, bamboo-like fingers 　　to gently caress her full breasts. Her fingers even slid down to her legs, touching 　　her private parts through her clothes, causing her to shudder involuntarily. Ping Weina's hands also involuntarily caressed 　　her sensitive body, making her body even hotter and more aroused.

Ping Weina ran back to her room, distraught. She lay on the bed, unable to sleep for a long time. Her heart pounded wildly
. She glanced casually at Ye Yongchang's bed, and in the moonlight, she was stunned. Because of the heat,
Ye Yongchang had kicked the blanket aside, wearing only underwear. Dark pubic hair peeked out from both sides, and his bulging
genitals attracted her gaze.
The girl got up, lit the lamp, and went to Ye Yongchang's side. Now she could see him more clearly.
A strong desire surged within Ping Weina; she truly wanted to give her pure and innocent body to Brother Ye. She, too, craved
a man.
At this moment, the girl's angelic face was shy and charming, her eyes watery and overflowing with tender affection. The girl
nudged Ye Yongchang, who opened his eyes, bewildered by the scene before him. He saw Ping Weina
's long, black hair half-concealing her beautiful, shy face, making her even more alluring
. Her large, bright eyes seemed to speak volumes as she looked at him.
Even a fool would understand what was happening. Ye Yongchang reached down to his crotch, inhaling
the unique fragrance emanating from the girl. Ping Weina also carefully observed her brother Ye. Seeing his heroic
air, his handsome face, and his large, dark eyes, the girl shyly and slowly undid her white
clothes.
In the dimly lit room, the two kissed passionately, ready to savor
the exquisite pleasures of lovemaking. Ye Yongchang inserted his tongue into Ping Weina's mouth, sucking on the girl's fragrant tongue and slowly
drawing in her intoxicating saliva.
Although they were passionately kissing, their hands were not idle. The girl's slender, soft hands
caressed his shoulders, back, and chest, giving him an indescribable sense of comfort. Ye Yongchang also stroked
the girl's large breasts through her clothes.
Ye Yongchang removed the girl's top, revealing her lotus-root-like, snow-white, pink arms. Her full
breasts bulged against her white bodice. He stared wide-eyed at the beautiful
body of a woman he had never seen before.
Ping Weina, her eyes filled with lust, guided Ye Yongchang to untie the knot of her bodice. With a soft "plop," her
high, firm breasts broke free of their restraints and trembled as they sprang out.
The girl's breasts were large, like small hills, her areolas the size of coins, pink in color, and her
nipples erect like large red dates.
Ye Yongchang trembled as he kneaded the girl's breasts, the soft, warm flesh stimulating his breathing, making his
desire grow stronger. The girl began to moan softly, her body trembling, a blush rising on her face.
The girl gently stroked Ye Yongchang's cheeks, looking at him with seductive eyes, and whispered, "Good brother, it
feels so good!"
Ping Weina giggled and embraced Ye Yongchang's broad, strong body, and he kissed the girl's red lips again.
Stimulated by this, the girl felt a wave of dizziness. Although Ping Weina was somewhat shy, she was, after all, a
mature girl, and the passionate kiss made her body hot, and streams of lustful fluid flowed from her secret
place.
Seeing the girl's beautiful cheeks turn a bewitching pink, her breathing quicken, and
sweet moans escape from her delicate nose: "Oh...oh...oh...good brother..." Clearly, the girl's inner desire had been
ignited by him.
Her snow-white breasts bounced up and down with her rapid breathing. Ye Yongchang's trembling hands caressed
one of her breasts, gently pressing down with his palm, causing the nipple to bulge upwards, high and
tender, so tempting it was almost unbearable.
He greedily grasped both of her breasts, gently kneading them. Ping Weina closed her eyes, enjoying
the satisfaction brought to her by the opposite sex, moaning "Mmm...mmm..."
Ye Yongchang took her other nipple into his mouth, gently kissing it until it swelled and hardened, then
licking it with his tongue and gently biting it with his teeth, while his hands kneaded that breast from side to side,
making the girl's white, steamed-bun-like breasts swollen and red.
Ping Weina, a young girl just beginning to experience the world, could hardly resist such provocation. An unprecedented
, strange feeling washed over her; it felt far better than when she masturbated. Waves of wanton breaths filled her ears
, her cheeks flushed, and her half-closed, alluring eyes blazed with desire.
Ye Yongchang followed the girl's smooth, rounded abdomen and delicate navel, gradually approaching her most intimate place
. The girl collapsed limply onto the bed, a pair of white silk shorts her last line of defense.
Ye Yongchang first gently stroked the girl's lovely, white feet, then rubbed his burning face against them. Next came her smooth, firm calves, then her fair thighs, and the girl's heart 　　rose higher and higher
with his caresses . 　　 Suddenly, the girl felt a chill in her lower body. He had pulled down her wet shorts, 　　revealing her round, plump buttocks against her slender waist. Ye Yongchang parted her thighs, gazing at her alluring 　　genitals. 　　 Ping Weina knew her genitals were being looked at by her first man, feeling both shy and strangely 　　excited. Her genitals were plump and full, the mons pubis covered in soft pubic hair. Her vulva was full 　　and white, the deep red labia majora parted slightly as her thighs were spread, revealing two brown 　　labia minora. Her clitoris was bright red and large, half of it protruding from the foreskin. 　　 The girl's vaginal fluids had soaked her buttocks and even her anus. 　　 Ye Yongchang first took Ping Weina's swollen, dark red clitoris into his mouth. With each lick, the girl's whole 　　body trembled, and she moaned, "Ah...ah..." 　　 His tongue pressed down to the girl's vaginal opening, slowly swirling and rubbing 　　against the tender flesh inside, constantly turning and churning within. 　　 It was Ping Weina's first time receiving oral sex, and her juices flowed freely. Only then did she realize 　　how blissful it was to be a girl. The young woman felt lightheaded and dizzy; she forgot her shyness and desperately arched her back.

Her snow-white buttocks brought her thick, fleshy cleft close to Ye Yongchang's mouth, allowing his tongue to penetrate deeper.
The girl felt a burning heat in her lower body, her lustful eyes gazing tenderly at
the man between her legs. Her face flushed slightly with shyness, she thrust her large buttocks vigorously,
rubbing her labia and vulva against his mouth.
Ye Yongchang's large penis was swollen to its limit. The girl stared at his erect penis, aroused by excessive excitement, and
her heart fluttered, feeling a little flustered.
The girl lovingly extended her slender fingers, pinched the foreskin, and pulled it back, revealing the bright red, round glans.
Ping Weina's fair cheeks flushed with desire, her breathing heavy.
She excitedly pinched the foreskin and moved it up and down, a little clear
fluid seeping from the urethral opening in the middle of the glans, the engorged penis trembling gently.
Ye Yongchang, panting heavily with excitement, exclaimed, "Good sister, I can't take it anymore, come quickly..."
Ping Weina looked at him shyly and nodded obediently. The girl's delicate body fell back onto the bed, her long, slender, white
legs spread wide, displaying her alluring beauty.
Ye Yongchang, with his thick penis erect, rubbed it against the girl's vulva a few times before finally
entering her vagina little by little. "Oh... ah... so comfortable... so deep..."
The girl hugged Ye Yongchang tightly from below. He felt as if his large penis was soaking in a hot spring, its four
sides tightly wrapped by soft, wet flesh, and he couldn't help but slowly begin to thrust.
With the insertion of this penis into her vagina, the desire that had been pent up inside her for so long erupted. The girl felt a
surge of heat throughout her body, waves of desire spreading from her vagina throughout her entire being like a tide, one wave after another. Her whole body felt as if she had been electrocuted
, and streams of heat gushed from her lower body. The girl's slender waist twisted and turned, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and
hot breaths puffed from her nostrils.
Ping Weina moaned passionately in his ear, then raised her head and kissed his mouth with her fragrant lips, her delicate
tongue slipping into his mouth.
The girl's legs were tightly wrapped around Ye Yongchang's waist, her plump white buttocks swaying incessantly. This movement allowed
his penis to penetrate even deeper, giving him unparalleled pleasure and a great sense of comfort with each thrust.
He thrust with all his might, his excitement palpable. The girl's pretty, delicate cheeks flushed crimson,
her plump buttocks eagerly responding to the relentless thrusting of his large penis. Her round, snow-white arms wrapped around his waist,
and she cried out repeatedly, "Brother... um... oh... mmm... so good..."
Encouraged, he thrust even harder into the girl's warm, moist, enchanting orifice, his hips rising and
falling with each thrust of his penis.
Ping Weina swayed her slender waist seductively, her full hips undulating with the thrusting of his penis. Her fair, delicate
cheeks were flushed a vibrant red, radiating spring-like allure. Her petal-like lips parted incessantly, her breath sweet as orchids,
her eyes alluring, emitting soft moans, almost like sobs: "Ah!... Little sister feels so good..."
The girl's large, white breasts swayed back and forth. And so the young men and women
stayed up all night, until dawn. Ping Weina reached orgasm three times, and Ye Yongchang ejaculated twice. They
reluctantly parted at cockcrow.
The next morning, as dawn broke, the young couple left the inn and, after inquiring about news, arrived at
the southern suburbs of Nanjing Prefecture. They decided to first visit the county government office.
The county government office was located in the western part of the inner city. The two showed their identification to the gatekeepers, who, seeing they were
officials from Nanjing Prefecture, respectfully ushered them inside to report to the county magistrate.
The man here, surnamed Zhang, was short in stature, with a pointed face and bright black eyes. He wore casual
clothes, a spiky hat, a blue hood, and a blue robe with a belt around his waist. He had a sparse, yellowish beard and looked to be
around thirty years old. He grinned at Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang, saying, "Excuse me, are you two from the Nanjing Prefectural
Government? What brings you here?"
Ping Weina, seeing that the magistrate was very polite, explained their purpose. Magistrate Zhang laughed heartily, "You two have come
at the right time. I have an important lead to report to my superiors."
To find out what happens next, stay tuned. 　　(Part Three) 　　********************************************************************** Last time
, 　　we talked about Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang visiting Magistrate Zhang of the Southern Suburbs County. Hearing that he had an important lead to report 　　, the two were very nervous and quickly asked what the lead was. 　　 Magistrate Zhang invited them to a secret room in the back hall and recounted the details. 　　 It turned out that the day after the lecherous thief was rescued, just as dawn broke, 　　Wang San, a merchant from the county who was out early to buy goods, spotted two suspicious men. One was dressed in night clothes, and the other in death row attire; both 　　were carrying knives. Wang San found this strange and secretly followed them. 　　 The two men were in such a hurry that they didn't realize they were being followed. Wang San followed them into Wuhua 　　Mountain, south of the county town. Wang San dared not go any further, knowing that Wuhua Mountain was home to a large den of thieves, and that going any further would likely be 　　dangerous. 　　 So Wang San reported the matter to the yamen. Magistrate Zhang considered the case serious and was about to report it to his superiors when, 　　unexpectedly, an official from Nanjing Prefecture arrived. 　　 Magistrate Zhang asked Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang for a good solution. Ye Yongchang suggested returning to Nanjing Prefecture to seek help, 　　reporting to Prefect Wang, and then leading troops to wipe out the mountain stronghold. Magistrate Zhang agreed, but the young Ping Weina 　　disagreed. The chivalrous woman had her own ideas; she wanted to first investigate the stronghold at night to see if the two lecherous thieves had 　　truly escaped to Wuhua Mountain. 　　 Ye Yongchang and Magistrate Zhang strongly opposed this, but they couldn't help but secretly admire the girl's courage… Unable 　　 to persuade her otherwise, they had to agree. Ye Yongchang proposed that Ping Weina go with him. The girl knew Ye 　　Yongchang cared about her, but she also knew his martial arts skills and feared something might happen to him. So she said to Ye Yongchang, 　　"I'll go alone. You stay here and guard the stronghold. If I don't return within two days, it means something has happened. Go and report immediately."

"Report to Prefect Wang."
Knowing he couldn't persuade Ping Weina, Ye Yongchang had no choice but to agree. Magistrate Zhang prepared a sumptuous meal and
a guest room for the young woman to rest. Ping Weina ate her fill and slept soundly until the third watch.
She then washed her face, prepared her night clothes and weapon pouch, and stealthily approached the courtyard.
Listening closely, she saw Ye Yongchang sleeping soundly in the next room, without a sound.
Ping Weina tiptoed onto the roof and peeked into the courtyard. She saw lights and constables
patrolling. The young woman slung her sword behind her back, thinking, "I hope I can successfully gather information this time." With that,
she leaped out... She hurried off to Wuhua Mountain.
Ping Weina left the southern suburbs of the county town to search for the bandits
' lair on Wuhua Mountain. She had never been here before and couldn't even tell which way was which. Where could she possibly look? She wondered: Wuhua Mountain is so vast, where exactly is the bandits' stronghold?
After entering the mountain, the girl specifically looked for bright places, because where there were lights, there were people, and the brightest light indicated where the bandits
were.
Ping Weina looked northwest and saw a reddish glow there. Hmm, that's probably it. Thinking this
, the girl jumped down and ran off in a flash.
But after walking only two miles, suddenly, she saw a dark shadow flash before her eyes, which startled her. She quickly
lay down on the ground.
This dark... The shadow was quite close to Ping Weina, and it seemed she had been discovered. The girl thought to herself, "This is bad. My exploration of the mountains is
a secret; I can't let anyone find out, especially not the bandits in the mountains, otherwise I won't be able to do anything. This dark
figure must be a sentry in the mountains, probably going back to report. I have to catch him, or it will ruin my
important plans."
Thinking this, the girl stood up again, bent down, and chased after him. The dark figure wasn't far from Ping Weina, appearing and disappearing intermittently,
but no matter how hard the girl chased, she couldn't catch up.
The girl was sweating, but she was unwilling to give up: "I'm not an ordinary person! My father is also a hero among men.
No, I must catch him!"
The girl gritted her teeth and mustered her strength... She didn't catch up. Later, the dark figure disappeared, and she couldn't find it anywhere.
Just as Ping Weina was getting anxious, she heard someone coughing ahead, followed by voices. The girl quickly hid
behind a tree and looked ahead. Red lights were flashing, and someone was clearing a path, followed by a group of people.
The leader was an old man with a white beard, carrying a steel knife on his back. Behind him were more than thirty henchmen carrying
torches. They were talking and laughing. The girl thought to herself, "What are these thieves doing instead of sleeping? They must have a secret
. I have to follow them and see what they're up to!"
With that thought, Ping Weina forgot about chasing the dark figure and saw the torches flashing as they headed straight for the back of the mountain
. The time was short, and they arrived at a courtyard. The group went inside, leaving a few henchmen to guard the entrance.
Ping Weina noticed a building in the courtyard, surrounded by trees. Soon, lights came on upstairs, and shadowy figures
moved about; the group had probably gone upstairs.
The girl thought, "I'll go in too, see what they're doing. Maybe they'll get news of the lecherous thieves." She didn't dare go through the main
gate, but turned to the east side. There, she saw a stone wall over ten feet high, both sides quiet and deserted.
Ping Weina bent down, tiptoed up the wall, braced herself against the top, and peered into the courtyard. The courtyard
was paved with stones, and many flowers and plants grew along the walls. Although it was night, a gentle breeze carried their fragrance. The aroma was enticing,
truly reminiscent of a secluded paradise.
Just in case, the girl took out a talisman from her pouch, tossed it to the ground, and, hearing no ambush
or dogs in the yard, felt relieved. She leaped into the courtyard and headed straight for the central building.
Upon reaching it, she saw how beautifully constructed it was! Three stories high, divided into eight sides, exquisitely crafted.
The foundation was made of stone, over three feet high, with carved stone railings; outside, bright red pillars, upturned
eaves, and adorned with chicken and bird feathers, exuding an antique charm.
Ping Weina took out a piece of rosin from her pouch, crushed it into powder, and rubbed some on her palms and the soles of her shoes. To
prevent slipping, the girl licked her tongue... With a flick of her tongue against her upper palate and a sway of her slender waist, she leaped to the third floor.
A corridor, over four feet wide, circled the third floor, its wooden railings painted green and red.
The girl landed on the corridor, crouched low to catch her breath, and only after calming herself did she stand up. She used the tip of her tongue
to lick a hole in the paper window and peered inside: Wow, the room was truly magnificent! Above was the ceiling, with
a crystal lamp hanging in the center, lit by a single candle. Bathed in the reflection of the jewels,
it shone exceptionally brightly. This single lamp was more powerful than hundreds of candles. Therefore, even if a needle fell from the ground, it could be seen clearly. Facing
south were eight gilded screens, each carved with flowers, dazzling in the lamplight. Two eyes. The thieves who had entered the house
were huddled together discussing something, and the girl listened intently.
Before Ping Weina could even hear a word, she felt a numbness in her shoulder. The girl knew something was wrong, and then her body
went limp, and she collapsed into someone's arms. She was powerless, knowing she had been acupunctured, but her mind was still
clear. Ping Weina felt the person who had acupunctured her reach out, grab her clothes by the belt, tuck her under her arm
, and jump off the building. The girl was carried away, the wind rushing past her ears, as if she were in a daze.
Soon, they arrived at a quiet place and entered a room. The person gently placed Ping Weina on
the bed. "Oh! Such a beautiful young girl! I'm quite lucky today!" "
Oh no, I've encountered a lecherous thief!" the girl cried out in alarm. Hearing the first lewd word, Ping Weina was already
burning with lust, but she couldn't move, only waiting for the man's next move. At that moment, the man brought his face close
to the girl's and removed the veil from her face.
Ping Weina finally saw the man clearly; he was a young man, not very old, probably around 26 or 27.
What a handsome face! The girl couldn't help but admire him. He had a jade-like face and red lips, thick eyebrows and large eyes
, handsome and dashing, dressed in black night clothes and carrying a steel knife, but there was a hint of wickedness in his eyes and brows.
The girl noticed that the man was also looking at her. He saw that the girl on the bed was about 18 years old, with delicate eyebrows
, beautiful eyes, cherry lips and peach-blossom cheeks, her eyes radiating a charming light, which added
a lot of allure to her originally beautiful and dignified appearance. The tight-fitting night clothes couldn't contain the girl's full and slender figure.
According to the book, this man was Chen Tong, an accomplice who rescued the lecherous thief. He too was a womanizer
. Chen Tong's breath quickened. The girl gave him a sense of déjà vu, but more than that, it was a deep-seated
allure.
He looked up and met the girl's bright eyes. Chen Tong noticed that the girl's expression wasn't fear,
but a slight smile. Her cheeks were flushed, making her look incredibly alluring.
Seeing Chen Tong's lustful gaze, Ping Weina felt not anger, but rather a mixture of shyness and delight. Ever since she had tasted
a man's touch, the girl longed for that feeling again, but she couldn't bear his intense gaze and
lowered her blushing face.
As soon as she lowered her head, Ping Weina's initial slight shyness turned into a deep blush, her mind racing
. Seeing the beauty's expression, Chen Tong understood everything and was overjoyed.
Chen Tong reached out and began to unbutton the girl's clothes. Before him lay a sight of unimaginable beauty. Ping Weina
's blouse was half-open, and although he couldn't see her delicate, pink nipples, the mere sight of her half-exposed breasts was enough to
intoxicate him.
As his gaze wandered further, her long, shapely legs came into view as her trousers were pulled down. Just looking at her slightly flushed
, snow-white skin ignited a burning desire in Chen Tong. Her eyebrows were delicate and her eyes were like pools of autumn water, her snow-white skin tinged with a fiery
lust. Her fairy-like, pure and elegant appearance caused Chen Tong's lower body to erupt like a volcano. Blood rushed
to his head, and his penis instantly swelled to its highest point, creating a tent in his pants.
Seeing the reaction in Chen Tong's pants, Ping Weina's pretty face flushed even more, and a soft, delicate moan escaped her cherry lips:
"What are you doing? Don't come any closer!"
The girl said this, but her watery eyes involuntarily looked up, making Chen Tong's lust even
stronger. He took a deep breath and began to undress and pull down his pants right in front of the girl. Ping Weina was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground, but
when Chen Tong's erect penis came into view, the beautiful girl couldn't help but gasp. That penis
was so much bigger than Ye Yongchang's!
With a heart full of trepidation, Ping Weina nervously awaited his next move. The alluring
young woman on the bed drew Chen Tong's gaze like a magnet; her youthful energy captivated him. He swallowed hard,
his eyes glued to her. The beautiful woman lay sprawled on the bed, her captivating eyes gazing at him. Her
alluring breasts, half-concealed and half-revealed, swayed gently with her soft breaths, a beauty that was utterly intoxicating
.
He coughed lightly and stripped himself naked. Ping Weina on the bed was like a lotus emerging from the water, a flower
in full bloom. Her long, black hair cascaded down, making her fair and translucent skin appear even more radiant.
Especially alluring was the faint, seductive blush on her snow-white skin.
Her beautiful eyes were sparkling, her long eyelashes delicate and graceful—truly captivating.
Chen Tong always observed before acting. His gaze slowly traveled down Ping Weina's snow-white skin. Her slender
, delicate neck was like a finely sculpted jade, graceful and long, perfectly integrated with her body. Her pair of
beautiful, full breasts, trembling slightly with her breath, stood proudly and undisguisedly, plump and round, disproportionate to her age. Her
slender waist accentuated the roundness of her hips.
Ping Weina watched Chen Tong's lustful gaze wander over her body. In truth, this lecherous gaze
made the young girl both afraid and ashamed. Chen Tong reached out and untied the bodice beneath her nightgown,
revealing a pair of white, tender breasts, like two large white porcelain bowls, topped with two purple grapes.
Her completely naked body was as alluring as fine jade, and her beautiful eyes rippled with desire. Her long,
snow-white thighs were smooth and delicate. Seeing herself stripped naked, Ping Weina felt both joy and shame.
To the girl's surprise, Chen Tong casually released his pressure points. Her body, now out of control, twisted
her slender waist. Her alabaster-white body, with its alluring and seductive posture, was irresistible to Chen Tong
.
Although he, a notorious womanizer, had slept with many young women and wives, he had never
seen such a beautiful girl before. Chen Tong forcefully squeezed Ping Weina's two round, firm breasts. Seeing such a captivating beauty beneath him
, he lay down on the girl's full, white flesh and began to kiss her passionately.
The girl lay limply on the bed, her breath sweet and fragrant. Her beautiful eyes narrowed into slits as she felt Chen Tong
's lips powerfully sucking on her sensitive nipples. Her body trembled with excitement. "Mmm…
oh…so good…so comfortable…"
Chen Tong used all his skills, his tongue licking across the girl's beautiful body, tracing her smooth, white skin, and
burying itself in her alluring private parts beneath her flat stomach. In that soft, mysterious patch of pubic hair, his tongue 　　, glistening
with lubricating saliva, swiftly traced patterns on the girl's soft, plump labia. Ping Weina, her sensitive spot stimulated, cried out in excitement, "Ah, ah..." 　　 Ping Weina, her eyes half-open, watched Chen Tong straddle her two snow-white thighs, his tongue 　　moving in and out of her tender, sensitive vulva. Her heart fluttered wildly; she bit her lip, murmuring softly, twisting her full, white body, 　　fully enjoying the pleasure Chen Tong's lips and tongue brought her. 　　 At this moment, the girl forgot her shame; her long, flowing hair cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, obscuring most of her 　　beautiful face, leaving only her two large, watery eyes half-closed, gazing at Chen Tong with a seductive light. 　　 Chen Tong turned her over, spreading her snow-white, plump thighs so she was kneeling on the bed. The lustful fluids secreted from her genitals, 　　mixed with his own saliva, flowed down her tender thighs. This lewd scene caused Chen Tong's large penis 　　to swell to its maximum. 　　 Chen Tong parted the girl's wet labia, gently stroking her pink clitoris with his other hand 　　. 　　 Chen Tong moved Ping Weina onto his body, grasping his erect, thick penis, and 　　slowly inserted it into the girl's parted vagina. 　　 The girl watched as Chen Tong's large penis forced its way into her delicate labia; the intoxicating sensation 　　made her lower herself until Chen Tong's large penis forced its way into her cervix and penetrated her uterus, 　　then swallowed it all.

"Ah...so big...it's all the way in..." The fullness and satisfaction made the girl moan softly
.
At this moment, Ping Weina completely put herself in the position of a wanton girl. This feeling of excitement and stimulation
made her both love and fear. With a scream, the girl arched her body back, her snow-white and full breasts rising high.
Her hands pressed on Chen Tong's legs, and her plump, white buttocks moved up and down forcefully, the "sizzling"
sound echoing throughout the room.
The girl was no longer passive; she wanted to take the initiative. Chen Tong lay on the bed enjoying himself, watching the
beautiful woman on top of him with her wanton expression: the girl's eyes were like silk, her teeth were clenched, and her snow-white and full body was moving wildly.
Her breasts bounced happily, creating waves of milk. Chen Tong reached out and put his arm around the girl's
slender and delicate waist.
Just as the two in the room were enjoying themselves, a pair of lustful eyes were watching them from outside the door. Who was this person?
We'll talk about it next time. 　　 (IV) 　　 ********************************************************************* 　　Last time, we talked about how the lecherous thief Chen Tong and the young girl Ping Weina were having a physical fight inside the house, while a pair of lustful eyes were watching them from outside the door
. 　　According to the book, this person was none other than Magistrate Zhang of the Southern Suburbs County. 　　There was also someone tied to Magistrate Zhang's feet. Who was this person? Don't worry, let me tell you slowly. 　　 It turns out that Magistrate Zhang's name was Zhang Wannian. He loved martial arts since he was a child, to the point of obsession. His father, 　　Old Master Zhang, also supported him. He thought that the child's skills couldn't be wasted, so he had to find a famous teacher. 　　Who should he look for? Old Master Zhang thought of someone nicknamed "Thunderbolt Hero" named Xia Dacheng, who lived in the Northern Hengshan Mountain. 　　He was a reclusive master with excellent martial arts skills. He thought: Why not send my child to the Northern Hengshan Mountain? If the old man 　　approves, my child will be very fortunate. 　　 Master Zhang made up his mind to close his business and send his son for further studies. Through years of hard work, he 　　had accumulated some savings and owned a beautiful manor in Beiguan, Yangzhou. He entrusted his home to his family, 　　packed enough money for the journey, and set off with his son for Mount Heng. 　　 When Master Xia saw Master Zhang arrive, he was overjoyed and prepared a feast. He asked Master Zhang, "You've come here 　　? Are you sightseeing, or is there something important?" 　　 Master Zhang immediately knelt down: "Senior, I've come to beg you. I have a son, Zhang Wannian, and I 　　wish to have him become your disciple, begging you to teach him skills." 　　 Master Xia was in a dilemma. He thought to himself that his status was too high; many of his famous swordsmen disciples were in 　　their seventies or eighties, and some of their grand-disciples had also become swordsmen. How could he possibly take on a disciple? 　　 Therefore, he repeatedly waved his hands, refusing to agree under any circumstances. 　　 Master Zhang said, "Senior, I came here specifically for you. Who doesn't want their child to become famous? Finding 　　him a teacher is easy, but I don't like any of them. I only have eyes for you, sir. If you don't agree 　　, I'll kneel here and not get up." 　　 This left Master Xia with no choice but to nod and agree, saying, "Bring the child in, let me see 　　him." 　　 Master Zhang happily led his son in, "Quickly kowtow to the chivalrous master." 　　 "I kowtow to the chivalrous master." 　　 Master Xia helped Zhang Wannian up, and upon seeing his face, he was overjoyed. "How old are you?" 　　 "Eight years old." 　　 "Oh, your father wants you to learn martial arts from me, are you willing?" 　　 "Yes, that's why I came." 　　 "You can't go home if you're learning martial arts, do you miss home?" 　　 "No. I'll go home when I've mastered it." 　　 "Good child." 　　 Seeing the child's crisp and clear speech and intelligence, Master Xia accepted him. He 　　said to Master Zhang, "I'll teach him for three years first. If he shows promise, we'll discuss further; if not, I'll send him back 　　." 　　Only then did Master Zhang leave Beiyue and return home. Meanwhile, Master Xia began teaching his disciple martial arts. Master 　　Xia was astonished by the boy's intelligence. He could learn one thing and then three, mastering it in one 　　go. Who wouldn't want such a disciple? Therefore, Master Xia became enthusiastic, and the two of them 　　trained together diligently for three years. 　　 After three years, Zhang Wannian's skills were remarkable. He had mastered swords, spears, staffs, and various fist techniques, 　　learning about two-tenths of Master Xia's skills. Master Xia was reluctant to let him go: this child had a bright future 　　, and it would be a pity to abandon him halfway. 　　 Therefore, he sent a subordinate with a letter to Master Zhang, hoping to extend the training period. Master Zhang 　　was naturally delighted and personally visited his son and teacher at Beiyue, bringing many gifts. He extended the apprenticeship for another three years. 　　After completing these three years, Zhang Wannian's skills had greatly improved. 　　 Suddenly, Master Xia had a new idea: why not make Zhang Wannian his successor? If 　　he could carry on the family tradition, his martial arts would not die out. This child is too promising; his current skills 　　already possess the abilities of a swordsman. Therefore, he extended the apprenticeship for another five years. In total, he studied for eleven years, reaching the 　　age of nineteen. He had mastered his skills, walking on tall buildings and leaping over towering structures as if on flat ground, jumping across rivers and into the sea, and treading on towering buildings 　　with ease. He was proficient in both soft and hard martial arts, and various palm techniques. 　　 One day, Master Xia called Zhang Wannian to his side: "Child, you've been on the mountain for eleven years now . 　　How many eleven-year periods does one have in a lifetime? You can't just study; you should venture out into the world, gain experience, and learn more. Besides 　　, your father is over forty and needs someone to take care of him, especially since you're his only son. 　　Therefore, I've decided to send you down the mountain." 　　 Upon hearing this, Zhang Wannian knelt down with a thud. "Master, is there something I've done wrong that 　　has angered you, and you're unwilling to teach me?" 　　 "Alas! You're mistaken. If you're wrong, I'll just tell you directly. Why send you away? What I just said..."

It's true. If we, master and disciple, are destined to be together, you can come up the mountain again after many years. If I, as your master, am still alive
, can I still teach you? "
Upon hearing that his master had made up his mind, Zhang Wannian didn't say anything more and prepared to leave.
The next day, Master Xia personally escorted his disciple down the Northern Mountain. Master and disciple parted with tears in their eyes. When Zhang Wannian was learning his skills, he
didn't have many distracting thoughts. Sometimes he thought of his father, but after practicing his skills for a long time, he forgot about it, and his whole heart was devoted to him. As soon as he went down
the mountain, he thought: How is my father? He only came to see me once in the past five years. Although we kept in touch through letters,
I haven't seen him in person! He wished he could grow wings and fly home in one step.
He didn't dare to delay on the road. He would find a place to sleep during the day and use his land-flying technique at night to travel at double speed, and soon
he arrived in Yangzhou.
He remembered his home. After entering the North Gate, he turned a corner and found a house right at the end of the street. When he arrived at the door,
he was shocked. The door was sealed with a cross-shaped seal and the official seal of Yangzhou Prefecture, and it was locked.
"Hmm?" Zhang Wannian gasped, took a few steps back, and looked around carefully. Why had the government sealed off his house
? Where was his father? Had he moved? Then he thought, "I'll ask around!" Not far from his house, at the intersection,
there was a teahouse. Zhang Wannian went in and ordered a pot of water.
He saw that the tea server was a man in his forties. Just as the water was brought over, Zhang Wannian clasped his hands in greeting: "Uncle
, what's your surname?"
"Ah, no need for formalities, my surname is Zhao.
" "Uncle Zhao,
are you a local?" "Yes, I was born and raised in Yangzhou."
"Oh, uncle, may I ask you something?"
"Go ahead, anything I know."
"The family diagonally opposite your teahouse is surnamed Zhang, right?"
"Ah, yes, the Zhang family, the residence of the great Master Zhang."
Zhang Wannian thought, "Okay, this is promising.
" "Then may I ask, why was their house sealed off?" "Where have all their family members gone? What is the owner of this house
doing now?"
The old man, who had been ignoring the question, looked at Zhang Wannian and then glanced around
. There weren't many people drinking water nearby.
The old man shook his head and sighed, "Young man, why are you asking this? Drink your water, and once
you're done, get on with your business and stop gossiping."
This made Zhang Wannian even more worried. "Uncle, I have to ask this, because it's directly related to me
. You have to tell me, I won't ask for nothing." After saying this, Zhang Wannian took out five taels of silver and put it on the table. This was
the travel money his teacher had given him.
"Buy some tea and a pair of shoes, as a small token of my appreciation."
The old man saw that the young man was quite sincere and had given him so much money, so he couldn't refuse:
"Young man, how about this, come with me to the inner room. There are too many people here, it's not convenient to talk."
"Yes, yes." Zhang Wannian stood up and followed the old man into the inner room. The old man was a bachelor and
lived in the inner room. Although the room was small, it was quiet.
After closing the door, he asked Zhang Wannian to sit on the bed, then moved a chair over to sit down and approached Zhang Wannian. "Young
man, let me tell you, Grandpa Zhang is dead." "
Ah!" Zhang Wannian was shocked to hear this. His father was dead! What had happened? The old man explained
that his father had been framed, his family's business had been robbed, and his house had been sealed off. The
person who framed his father was Sun Wenshan, the magistrate of Yangzhou.
Knowing the details, Zhang Wannian could no longer sit still. He wanted revenge, to kill Magistrate Sun Wenshan. After thanking
the old man, he found a deserted inn to stay in. That night, he cleaned himself up, shouldered his sword, and
carried his treasure bag, heading to the county government office.
On the way, he encountered a man who blocked his path. This man,
Wenbao, was a friend of Zhang Wannian. Wenbao advised Zhang Wannian not to kill Sun Wenshan, but to report
him to the prefect. They went to Magistrate Gao to file a complaint, because Magistrate Gao was very honest and upright.
The next day, Wenbao and Zhang Wannian went to the prefectural government office to file their complaint. Magistrate Gao had already been investigating Magistrate Sun Wenshan. He had received
many complaints, and after interrogation, Sun Wenshan and others were imprisoned. Their father's revenge was achieved. Magistrate Gao greatly appreciated Zhang Wannian
's talent and kept him in the prefectural government as a chief supervisor. Later, he was recommended by Magistrate Gao to become a magistrate as well.
Zhang Wannian was a martial arts master, but Ping Weina had no idea! The young girl went to explore the mountain alone, and Zhang Wannian
, worried about her, changed into night clothes and followed her in. Zhang Wannian captured a henchman and learned that the lecherous thief Hao Quan
was hiding in the back mountain. He had the henchman lead the way and quickly found Hao Quan. This kid really knew how to enjoy himself. He
lived alone in a small courtyard. At that moment , he was happily embracing a girl.
Zhang Wannian used acupressure to subdue the henchmen and peered into the house. He saw a scene of eroticism.
The girl with Hao Quan was the youngest daughter of the village gardener, nineteen years old. Her name was Xiao Cui'er. She wasn't particularly beautiful,
but she had a very good figure. Hao Quan was now crawling to the bedside, carefully observing Xiao Cui'er. The girl lay on the quilt,
completely naked, her long, beautiful hair covering half of her fair face.
Her two fair arms hung naturally at her sides. Her slender waist, paired with full breasts and
plump buttocks, made her exceptionally alluring. Xiao Cui'er's two fair thighs were crossed, and at the juncture of her thighs was a thick patch
of dark... Pubic hair, two fair toes playfully curled up.
Xiao Cui'er found Hao Quan's lecherous look amusing and wanted to tease him further. The girl's fair,
sexy thighs twisted incessantly, arching her slender waist, spreading her thighs as wide as possible. One delicate, fair
hand caressed her genitals, while the other pinched her grape-sized nipples.
Looking closer, her dark red labia majora were parted, and her large clitoris had detached from its foreskin and protruded. With
each in-and-out movement of her fingers, streams of sticky fluid flowed out. "Ah...ah...oh...oh
...so good..."
Just as Hao Quan was about to pounce, Zhang Wannian leaped in, gently tapping Hao Quan's back. "Don't move 　　 !
" Xiao Cui'er, startled by the sudden appearance of a man in black, was also acupunctured. Zhang Wannian
took out a rope and tied Hao Quan up tightly.

(V)
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Last time, we talked about how Zhang Wannian caught the lecherous thief Hao Quan. When he saw the naked girl Xiao Cui'er on the bed, he wasn't tempted at all . He simply
pulled the blanket over her, saying the pressure points would release on their own after an hour.
Some friends asked why he wasn't interested in Xiao Cui'er. Because Zhang Wannian
fell in love with Ping Weina at first sight and sought an opportunity to possess her.
Zhang Wannian, carrying Hao Quan, returned to the front mountain to find Ping Weina. Because he was delayed by catching the lecherous thief, when Zhang Wannian finally
found the girl, she had already been stripped naked by Chen Tong. Seeing Ping Weina's beautiful body, he was so excited that he almost
lost control.
At this moment, Zhang Wannian hated Chen Tong to the core. "How dare you lay a hand on the girl I like! You're courting death! I
originally wanted to capture you alive, but now I'm going to take your life!" Thinking this, he kicked down the door and rushed in, aiming
a sword at Chen Tong.
Chen Tong was no ordinary man either; his martial arts were quite good. He felt a gust of wind rushing towards him from behind. Without time to look back,
he used his waist to leap to the side, dodging the sword.
The room was narrow, so the two jumped into the courtyard one after the other. Chen Tong brandished his steel knife and shouted, "
Who are you? How dare you ruin my plans!" With a "snap," he thrust his knife towards Zhang Wannian's neck and throat.
Zhang Wannian's anger flared. He thought to himself, "Today I'll kill you!" Having made up his mind, seeing the steel
knife coming towards his neck and throat, he stepped forward and sidestepped, causing Chen Tong's thrust to miss.
Zhang Wannian used his sword to press down the steel knife, then, using a counter-attack, swept his own sword towards Chen Tong's neck and throat. Chen Tong quickly
used a "shrinking neck and hiding head" maneuver, bending low as his sword grazed past his head.
Then, Chen Tong struck again from behind, aiming for the back of Zhang Wannian's head. Zhang Wannian leaped forward, dodging the
blow. The two engaged in combat. Chen Tong's skill was formidable, and Zhang Wannian was putting in considerable effort. Therefore, Zhang Wannian
observed the situation, both blocking his own defenses and actively attacking.
Chen Tong wielded his 108 sword techniques with a series of whooshing sounds, the two locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
After forty rounds, neither had gained the upper hand, and Zhang Wannian was starting to get anxious. He thought: "Now I'm outnumbered
. If the patrolling bandits discover me, I'll be all alone. A prolonged battle is disadvantageous, and I'll exhaust myself. This
battle needs to be quick, the faster the better. I must conserve my energy!" Then Zhang Wannian thought, "Why not use a strategy of turning defeat into
victory?"
Zhang Wannian intensified his swordplay, just as Chen Tong's blade was aimed
at Zhang Wannian's legs. Zhang Wannian leaped into the air with a somersault, the blade missing its mark, and he fell to the ground.
Chen Tong's eyes lit up, thinking, "Now you're dead!" Without further ado, he raised his
blade with both hands, viciously aiming for Zhang Wannian's heart.
Zhang Wannian's move was feint. Although he fell, his posture was different from usual; this posture was called "lying down and
watching the clouds."
Zhang Wannian lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on Chen Tong, one leg bent, the other extended, his left hand
under his temple, his right hand holding his sword. Seeing the blade coming, he flicked his elbow, and with a "crack," suddenly performed a Yellow Dragon
Spin, like a whirlwind, appearing behind Chen Tong. Chen Tong's thrust missed.
Due to the excessive force, the blade shattered a brick and embedded itself more than a foot deep in the ground. Upon closer inspection,
Chen Tong realized he had been tricked when he saw that the sword hadn't struck him.
At the same time, Zhang Wannian had moved behind him, raising his sword with both hands.
No matter how skilled Chen Tong was, he couldn't dodge it. The boy screamed, "Ah—!" and was decapitated
.
Zhang Wannian jumped out of the circle, wiped the blood off his blade with the sole of his boot, and thought, "This is no place to linger
." He cut off Chen Tong's head, returned to the house, dressed Ping Weina, tucked the girl under his arm, and,
carrying the thief Hao Quan, ran down the mountain.
At dawn, Zhang Wannian returned to the county government office in the southern suburbs. He evaded the sentries and returned to his bedroom.
Zhang Wannian gently placed Ping Weina on the bed, put Hao Quan on the floor, took off his night clothes, washed his face
and hands, and went to the bedside to look at the girl.
At this moment, Ping Weina's acupoints were still sealed, and her large eyes looked at Zhang Wannian with a dazed expression. Zhang Wannian casually released
her acupoints, and the freed girl sat up, stretching her body and arms.
This movement caused quite a stir; her full breasts bounced, leaving Zhang Wannian speechless.
Ping Weina noticed as well, and blushed with embarrassment. Although Ping Weina had been under acupoint seal, she
understood perfectly well that Magistrate Zhang had saved her, and she also understood that she had been aroused by the lecherous Chen Tong, and that
Magistrate Zhang had witnessed her wanton behavior.
Ping Weina rose and bowed to Magistrate Zhang. "Thank you so much, Magistrate, for saving my life. Otherwise, I would have been
violated by those lecherous thieves. Magistrate Zhang, what exactly happened? Why did you follow me into the mountains?"
Zhang Wannian smiled at the girl. "Let me tell you the story."
Zhang Wannian then told the girl about his background and how he followed Ping Weina into the mountains.
When she heard that one of the lecherous thieves was dead and the other had been captured, Ping Weina became very agitated. Zhang Wannian begged Ping Weina to keep his
secret and tell her that it was Ping Weina who had captured the thieves.
The young woman's admiration and respect for Magistrate Zhang grew even stronger. She was certain that bringing Hao Quan back to Nanjing would earn her
reward from the magistrate and praise from the constables. She rose again to thank Magistrate Zhang, saying, "I will never forget your kindness, sir . Please do not
hesitate to ask if there is anything I can do to help you."
Zhang Wannian waved his hands repeatedly, "Please don't be so polite, young lady. However,
I do have a favor to ask of you." "Then please speak, sir, as long as it's within my power,"
Zhang Wannian stammered. "Young lady, I admired you from the first moment I saw you. If you're willing,
I'd like to be intimate with you. I wonder if that's too much to ask?"
Ping Weina's heart trembled, for her lingering desire hadn't subsided. Facing her benefactor, she wanted to reciprocate.
Ping Weina smiled slightly, reclining on the bed, one slender, white hand supporting her cheek, the other...
A slingback dress draped casually over her ample thighs…
The narrow nightgown accentuated the girl's voluptuous figure. Zhang Wannian was stunned, completely mesmerized. Ping Weina
said to Zhang Wannian in a coquettish voice, “Lord Zhang, I will grant your request, I will give myself to you… okay?”
“Okay… okay… is it true?”
At this moment, Ping Weina came to Zhang Wannian, stretched out her arms to hug his neck, opened her sexy lips, and
shyly stuck out her fragrant tongue. A wave of the girl's unique body fragrance permeated Zhang Wannian's lungs and stomach, spreading throughout his body, stimulating
every nerve in his body.
The girl's smooth, tender tongue licked Zhang Wannian's dry lips. When he opened his mouth, her fragrant tongue slid into
his mouth like an eel. Inside, their tongues met unexpectedly. The girl teased Zhang Wannian's tongue with the tip of her tongue while
transferring her sweet saliva into his mouth.
Their tongues intertwined, sometimes in Zhang Wannian's mouth, sometimes in Ping Weina's, sometimes deep
kisses, sometimes light kisses, sometimes Zhang Wannian licking the girl's lips, making their saliva form thin strands.
Ping Weina's hands gently stroked Zhang Wannian's hair, while his large hands, which were around the girl's slender waist,
slid down to her round, plump buttocks, kneading and caressing her buttocks through her clothes.
Zhang Wannian felt her face growing even hotter, her breathing becoming more rapid, and the hands that had been stroking him now
gripping his hair tightly.
Zhang Wannian knew that Ping Weina had begun to arouse, and prepared to use various techniques to satisfy her. Zhang Wannian unbuttoned
the hem of her clothes and reached inside, pressing his hands against her fleshy, plump buttocks.
Zhang Wannian felt that Ping Weina's panties were thin and soft. Because the panties were tight and small, his hands were blocked outside
. Zhang Wannian gently patted the two tender flesh, and the girl's buttocks swayed gently with the rhythm...
Zhang Wannian's lips left Ping Weina's lips and kissed her small ear. He first licked it with his tongue,
not even sparing the ear canal, and then held the earlobe in his mouth and gently bit and licked it, making it wet. Zhang Wannian knew that
was the erogenous zone of many girls...
Sure enough, Ping Weina's body became weaker and weaker from his kisses and she could no longer stand. She leaned completely on Zhang Wannian's
body, tilted her head back, and her long hair fell like a waterfall. She made indistinct moans.
"Ah...ah...oh...oh...um...um...sir...I'm so hot and uncomfortable...I can't
take it anymore...ah...ah ah...ah ah ah...oh oh oh oh oh..."
Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Wannian picked up her soft body and gently placed her on the large bed. He
then bent down to admire her passion. Ping Weina looked at
Zhang Wannian happily with her clear, large eyes.
The girl's face was flushed, and there was still some of his saliva at the corner of her mouth. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and nose.
Seeing Zhang Wannian staring at her greedily, Ping Weina felt a little embarrassed. After all, she was only an eighteen-year-old girl
. Zhang Wannian unbuttoned Ping Weina's clothes, and the girl cooperated by taking off her clothes as well.
Underneath was a white cotton bodice. The bodice was very small and could not cover her two mounds of white flesh at all. One nipple was
still playfully exposed. Due to the constriction of the bodice, there was a deep cleavage between her breasts, like a valley
.
Zhang Wannian swallowed hard, trying to steady his wildly beating heart. His hands trembled as he reached for the girl
's bodice.
Ping Weina bent over to make it easier for Zhang Wannian to move, and quickly found the knot of the bodice behind her back. As
it came undone, a pair of large, white, round breasts popped out with a "plop," swaying
left and right before Zhang Wannian's eyes with the girl's breath.
The large breasts were white and delicate, like two large white porcelain bowls placed upside down. At the top were two large nipples
, red like two freshly picked cherries, a unique pink color characteristic of young girls. Her areolas
were the size of coins, a deep red.
Further down was her snow-white abdomen and slender waist, a small and pretty navel. Zhang Wannian removed
the trousers that were obstructing his view, revealing the underwear he had just touched. It was also white cotton, very thin and small, but because
Ping Weina's buttocks were round and large, the underwear was deeply pressed into that small, mysterious area, with her bulging mons pubis
in the center, and fine downy hairs peeking out on both sides.
Ping Weina's two jade-like legs were white and plump; her calves were smooth and delicate, and her boots had been taken off at some point,
revealing her tender and clean little feet...
Zhang Wannian let out a low growl, "Oh... I can't take it anymore..." He hurriedly took off his clothes and pounced on this
fair, beautiful, and sexy young girl.
Zhang Wannian cupped one of her breasts with both hands, pressed his palms, and the small, red date-like nipple pushed upwards
, bulging high, so tender and tempting.
Zhang Wannian gently kissed Ping Weina's nipple, holding it in his mouth until it swelled and hardened. He then
licked it vigorously with his tongue, gently biting it with his teeth, while his hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them from side to side, arousing her to the point of unbearable lust
. Her slender waist twisted and turned, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and hot breaths puffed from her nostrils.
Zhang Wannian attacked her other breast in the same way, and Ping Weina moaned incessantly with his caresses
.
"Ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh...ah...um...um...ya..."
Under Zhang Wannian's stimulation, her two large white mounds also changed, swelling and rounding like two large balls,
emitting a fragrant milky scent, swaying back and forth in front of him.
At this moment, Ping Weina was completely conquered by him, already intoxicated by intense lust. Zhang Wannian continued
his attack—his lips traveled down, licking wildly at the base of Ping Weina's thighs, then licking and kissing her mons pubis through her panties
. It was already soaking wet; the thin panties were drenched in the sticky, arousal fluid seeping from the girl
.
Zhang Wannian hooked the edge of the panties with his fingers and pulled them down to Ping Weina's ankles. She
then swung her legs, and the panties fell off the bed.
Ping Weina arched her legs, spreading them apart, presenting her beautiful, alluring vulva to Zhang Wannian. It was a
beautiful picture that was unforgettable: two smooth, slender legs stretched out, trembling slightly, with
a full, white vulva nestled between them.
Her mons pubis was covered with soft, black curly hair, which swayed
to one side like blades of grass on a plain, blown about by Zhang Wannian's hot breath. Her arched labia majora, spread wide by her thighs, parted slightly to reveal
two vibrant labia minora. The vaginal opening had some tender skin, resembling a fairy cave with multiple layers of doors. Her clitoris was particularly striking;
its head was so large that it couldn't be contained by the surrounding tubular skin, protruding outwards like a small glans, delicate and
exquisite like a red bean, blooming before Zhang Wannian's eyes…
Zhang Wannian couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss Ping Weina's vulva. He parted the curly pubic hair with his tongue,
pushing open the thick labia. A sweet fragrance of a young girl's genitals filled his nostrils, intoxicating Zhang Wannian.
He first carefully licked the labia minora, then took one into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth, pulling
it outwards, and then releasing it. The labia sprang back into place with a "pop."
Zhang Wannian used the same method to work on her labia, the tender skin rising and falling with each touch, making
a series of "crackling" sounds. The girl could no longer hold back, and her juices flowed more and more freely.
Zhang Wannian's tongue gently licked her dark red clitoris, trembling slightly. The little red bean was already hard,
the entire pale red head exposed, glistening, stimulating Ping Weina so much that her whole body burned,
trembling uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but moan again: "Ahhh... I can't take it... deeper... so big
... ah... ah... ahhh..."
"Ah... ah... ah... oh... oh... so good... I'm done..."
Zhang Wannian knew Ping Weina had reached her first orgasm.
Ping Weina looked at Zhang Wannian's thick penis with ecstatic eyes, reaching her slender hand to his crotch,
gently stroking his erect penis with her fingers, her five fingers constantly encircling it.
He immediately felt the girl gently stroking his foreskin, rubbing his glans until it felt incredibly pleasurable. His penis grew harder and harder
, as solid as an iron rod, the glans enormous, swollen and round, like a small ping-pong ball.
At this moment, Ping Weina's face was flushed, her eyes glazed. She looked up at Zhang Wannian seductively: "My lord,
yours is so big, so thick! I can't take it anymore..."
She lowered her head, gently taking Zhang Wannian's penis into her lips, and slowly scraping his urethral opening with her tongue
. A wave of pleasure surged through him; Zhang Wannian's penis, enveloped in a warm, moist place, swelled even larger
and thicker.
Ping Weina began to tease him with her incredibly sexy little mouth, each time with such force and
depth, drawing ever closer to climax. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah...ah...oh...oh...
ah...my beauty...my darling...my little fairy...my little enchantress..."
Zhang Wannian's moans stimulated the girl, making her tease him even more vigorously, even pushing his penis deep
into her throat time and again. Ping Weina excitedly grabbed Zhang Wannian's buttocks with her tender hands, groping him wildly. Finally, she
tightly embraced his hips, pulling his face towards hers, her nose emitting moans that drove Zhang Wannian wild:
"...mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Zhang Wannian could no longer hold back, and a thick stream of hot semen gushed out. The old man and the young woman lingered tenderly for a
while longer.
The next morning, Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang bid farewell to Magistrate Zhang. Ye Yongchang never expected that Ping Weina would actually go up the mountain alone
and bring back the lecherous thief, even killing another one. He had no idea why!
Magistrate Zhang also dispatched dozens of constables to help escort the lecherous thief Hao Quan to Nanjing Prefecture. Ping Weina secretly told Zhang
Wannian that she would come to see him again in a few days and that she wanted to learn martial arts from him.
Zhang Wannian was naturally overjoyed; he had found unprecedented satisfaction in this young girl. They
escorted the prison cart to Nanjing, encountering no trouble along the way.
Finally, they returned to Nanjing. As soon as they entered the north gate, their hearts sank into relief. Ping
Weina looked back on the past, feeling both heartbroken and excited.
They walked along the familiar Huajun Street, turned into Wangjia Hutong, and arrived at the Nanjing Prefecture government office.
Someone went inside to deliver a message, and the officials, hearing that Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang had triumphantly captured the lecherous thief, went
inside to inform Prefect Wang and lined up to welcome them. Everyone greeted each other warmly, embracing and jumping for joy.
Ping Weina immediately ordered Hao Quan to be imprisoned and placed under strict guard, awaiting his punishment.
All the yamen runners in the southern suburbs were led into the hall to sweep away the dust, wash their faces, and rinse their mouths.
Before long, one of the runners approached Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang, saying, "The magistrate requests your presence in the study."
Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang changed into their official robes and hurried to the study. Upon arriving outside, they dared not enter rashly;
Magistrate Wang, hearing that Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang had arrived, stood up, came out of the study, and went to greet them at the door.
Upon seeing the magistrate, the two men knelt down, saying, "Your Excellency, we kowtow to you."
The magistrate helped them up, saying, "You two have worked hard. I was very pleased to hear of your triumphant return and
have prepared a sumptuous feast to celebrate your victory."
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
"Let's talk inside."
Ping Weina recounted her experience of catching the thief on the mountain. Magistrate Wang was very pleased after hearing it. "I will certainly recommend you for commendation
."
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
Magistrate Wang ordered, "Prepare a feast! We'll host a welcome banquet for you." A
grand banquet was held at the Peony Pavilion. Magistrate Wang sat in the center, and all the yamen runners took their seats in order. They frequently raised their
cups and drank heartily. After the meal, they arranged for the yamen runners from the southern suburbs to rest in their rooms and return the next day.
Lord Wang asked the deputy head constable, "Where is that lecherous thief being held?"
"Your Honor, he's temporarily being held in the prefectural jail."
"Very good. I appoint you as the executioner. Execute Hao Quan to avenge the dead."
"Yes, sir."
The next day, the news spread throughout Nanjing. The people's faces lit up with pride. To prevent any more thieves
from rescuing the man, Lord Wang sent soldiers and constables to check the city gates. Everyone in Nanjing praised Ping Weina.
The young girl was naturally overjoyed; little did she know, a great disaster was about to unfold…
To find out what happens next, please stay tuned for the next episode
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(VI)
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Last time, we talked about how the young girl Ping Weina became famous in Nanjing. Gifts and marriage proposals poured in,
almost wearing down her doorstep.
Little did Ping Weina know that a great disaster was about to strike. Two lecherous thieves were killed and captured. The one who died was named
Chen Tong, whose master was none other than the renowned swordsman Zhu Ziyi, the Long Sword Hero of Jiangnan.
Chen Tong was killed, and Hao Quan was sentenced to death. Their good friend in Nanjing was the Three-Handed Prodigal Liu Dao.
Upon learning this news, he quickly rode to Yunnan to inform the Long Sword Hero Zhu Ziyi, briefly saying that two days had passed.
He then went to the Long Sword Hero's residence and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a young boy came out. This boy was quite old, twenty-six this year, but he hadn't grown tall
; he had a large head, slightly bowed legs, and spoke with a child's voice. He was intelligent, with bright eyes.
He shook his large head and looked him over: "Who are you looking for?"
"I've come from Nanjing Prefecture. I need to see the old swordsman urgently."
"Wait a moment." The big-headed boy went inside to deliver the message.
The swordsman was particularly happy today and didn't refuse at all, even offering a "please."
The big-headed man came out with a beaming smile: "Ah, brave warrior, what is your surname?"
"My surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Dao."
"Oh! You must be known in the martial world as the Three-Handed Prodigal."
"Ah, I'm so ashamed! I have the name but not the substance."
"I say, Master Liu, today the sun seems to have risen from nowhere, our old swordsman is very happy, and asked me to put in
an 'invite' for you to come in and talk."
Liu Dao was also very happy. He had thought it would be difficult to become the Three-Handed Prodigal, but it went very smoothly. The boy announced
and let him in, which made him very happy. He thought to himself: As long as the old swordsman Zhu is willing to step in, nothing is a problem
.
As he walked in, he saw that the courtyard was not large, but it was full of blooming flowers with a sweet fragrance. The tranquility was indescribable
. He turned the pebble path in the middle and came to the second courtyard, which was Zhu Ziyi's study.
The boy turned back: "Brave warrior, please wait a moment, I will go inside and let you know."
He went into the room. Zhu Ziyi coughed once and said in a loud voice, "Please come in!"
"Yes." The young boy opened the curtain: "Brave warrior, please come in."
Liu Dao straightened his clothes and bowed as he entered the study. He smelled a strong fragrance of pine. Looking up,
he saw an armchair in the center, upon which sat an old man, over ten feet tall, with a face like the
moon in autumn. His white beard flowed down his chest, each strand revealing flesh like silver threads; his hair was tied in a bun,
adorned with a gold hairpin.
Several military books and writing implements were placed on the tea table. Bookshelves filled with various books lined both sides of the room,
making one feel dignified and somewhat respectful.
Liu Dao knew this old man was the swordsman Zhu Ziyi, and quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Junior Liu Dao greets
the old swordsman!" As he spoke, he lifted his clothes to kowtow.
Zhu Ziyi quickly stood up and helped Liu Dao up, saying, "No need for formalities, please sit down. Thank you for the seat."
Liu Dao sat down, and Zhu Ziyi ordered a servant to serve tea. A bowl of fragrant tea was placed on the table, and the two drank and talked.
Zhu Ziyi stroked his silver beard and sized up Liu Dao, saying, "You wouldn't come here without a reason. You're a busy man, taking time out of your busy schedule to come to
my humble abode. You must have something
to say?" Liu Dao stood up and said, "Ah, old swordsman, you're right. I've come to deliver a message to you." He
hesitated for a moment, then said, "There's something..."
Zhu Ziyi's face darkened, and he pressed, "Speak plainly, why hesitate?"
"Alright, old swordsman, don't get angry or anxious. Life is a mixture of joy and sorrow
...
" "No need for rambling, just say it!"
"Ah... I'll say it now. Your disciple Chen Tong..."
"Ah, what about him?"
"He was killed by officials in Nanjing, and his good friend was captured alive. He's now sentenced to death and imprisoned in the government
jail, his chances of survival are slim, he'll probably lose his head. I dare not conceal such a serious matter, so I came to inform you, old swordsman."
Zhu Ziyi's expression changed immediately, but then calmed down: "Oh, so that's
what happened. Sigh... I'm very grateful that you brought me this message. He walks his own path in life. He was
killed today, it's his own fault, he deserves to lose his head, it has nothing to do with me, his master.
Even if we were father and son, I couldn't control him, a son grows up and is no longer under his father's control." After saying this, he closed his eyes.
Liu Dao couldn't tell if the old man was telling the truth or not. Could it be that he really wasn't tempted? If he refused to step in,
it would be troublesome. No, I have to keep going: "Old swordsman, though that's true, Chen Tong is, after all, your disciple
. From what I see, he didn't do anything wrong; he just went to save his friend. That's the code of the martial world! It
's not wrong, is it? Please, old swordsman, reconsider."
"Hmm, who killed my disciple?"
"Ping Weina."
"Who is she?"
"The old swordsman has lived in the mountains for a long time and is out of touch with the world. This woman is from Nanjing Prefecture, and her father is the Grand Supervisor of the Nanjing Prefecture,
Old Flathead Pingying. This girl learned her unique skills from Old Flathead, and her martial arts are excellent, with exquisite moves. This girl is
incredibly famous now, a favorite of Lord Wang. Old man, if she didn't have the ability, would she have killed your disciple? The other
day I also heard that after she killed Chen Tong, she laughed loudly, saying, 'Who is Chen Tong's master? How could he have taught such a good-for-nothing
? Did he learn it from his master's wife?' Those words were awful, utterly unbearable!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ziyi exclaimed "Ya—!" and with a sudden burst of strength, "Pfft!" the teacup in his hand shattered.
This was Eagle Claw Kung Fu.
Liu Dao glanced over and thought: This provocation is really effective.
Zhu Ziyi's veins bulged: "Hmph! I thought he was some great hero, but it turns out
he's just a young girl, an unknown nobody! Liu Dao, are you here to ask me to stand up for my disciple?"
"The grudge is with my good friend who asked me to save my disciple, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Zhu Ziyi closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before saying to Liu Dao, "
I swore an oath to wash my hands of this world, and today I'm breaking that oath by coming down the mountain for the second time. This time I'm going down the mountain to avenge my disciple, and then I'll come back
. Don't blame me then, okay, okay, as long as you step forward." Thinking of this, he quickly knelt down. "Old swordsman
, that's right! Even tigers don't eat their cubs. Can you ignore your disciple? Can you not avenge him? You should step forward immediately
."
Zhu Ziyi waved his hand hurriedly, "Get up, get up. I'm taking in this good-for-nothing, he's just causing trouble." Then he called on
the little big man Wang Xing to pack his things.
"Master, where are you going?"
"To Nanjing Prefecture to avenge your senior brother." Before long ,
Wang Xing brought him a small bag containing several sets of temporary clothes, a treasure pouch, and most conspicuously,
a large metal cudgel, thicker than a duck egg—Zhu Ziyi's weapon.
Zhu Ziyi instructed Wang Xing to guard the gate well, saying he would return in three to five days. Zhu Ziyi told Liu Dao to return first, and
he would follow shortly, agreeing to meet in Nanjing. Liu Dao left happily.
Meanwhile, the swordsman Zhu Ziyi, furious, left Yunnan. He found a secluded spot to pack his clothes
and calmly considered: How could he find out where Hao Quan was being held in Nanjing? How could he find
the little girl? Should he appear openly or infiltrate the government office at night? If they wanted to use force, how should he deal with them? Finally ,
he devised a plan.
Afterward, he strode straight to Nanjing. When no one was around, he would lower his waist and leap across the ground
like an arrow; when people were around, he would stop and walk slowly. Because it would be indecent to be seen in broad daylight
, he arrived at the north gate of Nanjing as the sun began to set.
Looking towards the gate, he saw a dense crowd of people. Looking up at the city wall, he saw guards every five steps, sentries every ten, banners
fluttering, and soldiers and yamen runners standing guard. The security was very tight; everyone entering or leaving the city had to undergo a strict check of their official badges
.
Zhu Ziyi thought: "That's strict! Now I'll have to be checked too. I don't have a badge; I'm
in trouble before I even enter the city." Then he thought: "I'll do my thing and stick to the original plan." So he stopped queuing, squeezed through the crowd
, and walked straight to the gate, chest puffed out, into the gate.
A soldier looked up and said: "Hey, hey, stop! Stop! Old man, what are you doing barging in like this! Don't you see
we have to queue to enter the city?" " Go, go to the back?"
"Hey, brothers, you've worked hard! I have urgent business to attend to and must get into the city now. Please give me the time of day.
I'm sorry, but I'll treat you all to tea another day!"
Zhu Ziyi said as he walked inside. The soldiers, brandishing their swords and spears, blocked his way: "Old man, are you tired of living?
What did you just say? Who needs your tea? Have you been checked? Go to the back, or we'll arrest you and
punish you!"
"Oh ho! This government office is really unreasonable! I haven't broken any laws and you're arresting me? Because of what you're
saying, I'm going into the city anyway, let's see who dares to arrest this old man!" "Saying this, he walked further inside.
Two young men sitting behind the table heard him, slammed their hands on the table, and came over. According to the book, they were
yamen runners from the prefectural government. They looked Zhu Ziyi up and down; he was a large old man with a face like
a bronze basin, a thick silver beard covering his chest, a duck-tail turban on his head, and a large, shiny black roller in his hand. His eyes were incredibly
bright.
The two runners could tell at a glance that the old man practiced martial arts. Judging by his bravado, he might be a friend of the Grand Commander
. They decided not to offend him yet, but to find out more. One of them stepped forward , clasped his hands in greeting, and said, 'Greetings, sir! The soldiers
were careless and offended you earlier; please forgive them. However, we were ordered to do this because of our position. This is our job, so
we have to be strict. Please understand. Please, please come into the city!'" After entering the city, Zhu
Ziyi found the Three-Handed Prodigal Son at the address given by Liu Dao. Liu Dao had already scouted the place.
During the day, he led Zhu Ziyi to the prison and Ping Weina's house to check out the surroundings. Liu Dao hosted a banquet for Zhu Ziyi, and the two
discussed their actions for the night while eating.
Zhu Ziyi said he would go alone, kill Ping Weina first, and then rescue Hao Quan. They agreed to meet outside the prison walls at four o'clock. After
dinner, Liu Dao arranged for Zhu Ziyi to rest well and conserve his energy, waiting for nightfall.
At two o'clock, Zhu Ziyi dressed, fastened his silk belt, slung his treasure bag across his shoulder, and took his large metal staff,
heading straight for Ping Weina. Arriving at Ping Weina's house, Zhu Ziyi leaped onto the wall and then onto a tall
building, peering intently.
Ping Weina's courtyard was divided into two parts, front and back, each with a main hall and side rooms, with a garden at the very back. All
the houses were dark; everyone was asleep, except for a light shining from the east wing of the back courtyard. Zhu Ziyi knew that was
Ping Weina's room.
He jumped down from the building, tiptoed to the window of the east wing, stood still,
moistened his right index finger with his lips, and gently poked a hole in the paper windowpane. He peered inside, one eye open and one eye closed. What he saw... Good heavens! It turned out
Ping Weina was taking a bath.
Ping Weina had a habit of practicing martial arts late at night, and after each session, she would take a bath to cool off.
She poured cool spring water into a large wooden tub, slowly undressed in the room, and placed a clean set of
clothes on the bed, intending to wear them after her bath.
Just then, Zhu Ziyi arrived. He was stunned by the scene before him. Zhu Ziyi hadn't expected this young
girl to be so beautiful and sexy. The girl sat in the large wooden tub, the cool spring water bringing her immense comfort.
She rested her head on the edge of the tub, closed her eyes, and enjoyed... In the moment of tranquility and peace, her long, flowing hair
cascaded down the tub like a waterfall. Ping Weina extended her long, firm, and shapely legs above the water, placing one
slender, white foot on the rim, her hands splashing water as she washed herself. When her hands cupped her full
, high breasts, the girl trembled, her desire ignited.
Ping Weina closed her eyes, exhaling hot breath, her left hand pinching her large, grape-like nipple, her right hand
teasing and caressing her round, straight legs. Her slender fingers gradually moved towards the small fleshy opening between her legs, opening...
He began rubbing against her thick, fleshy flesh, until her eyes were hazy, her soul was in turmoil, her cheeks flushed, her body
trembled uncontrollably, and she uttered wanton moans: "Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah..."
Thinking of this, she quickly finished her bath and lay naked on the bed, her flawless white body exposed. Looking at the red candle on the table
, she didn't extinguish it. Ping Weina was somewhat shy, but the increasingly intense desire stimulated every
nerve in her body. Ping Weina couldn't care less about anything else, especially since she was in her own home.
Zhu Ziyi looked into the room at this scene of spring. He saw the girl completely naked, her skin as white as a lamb's,
her body fair and delicate, with curves in all directions, her skin smooth and exquisite, her figure exquisite and full.
Her slender, white hands kneaded and caressed her breasts, which swelled like small balls, while her other hand stretched out long, slender
fingers, vigorously rubbing and touching the opening between her legs.
Sticky love juice kept flowing from her vulva, making the pubic hair around her vulva wet and messy.
As Ping Weina caressed herself, waves of lewd moans and gasps escaped from the girl's mouth,
"Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...so
good...so good..."
Zhu Ziyi, outside the window, saw that the girl Ping Weina's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her half-closed, seductive eyes were burning
with desire. Zhu Ziyi kept swallowing, took out his thick penis and stroked it back and forth. His penis
was already swollen to its limit, and he could no longer bear it. He pushed open the door and rushed in.
Ping Weina, who was lost in pleasure in bed, was startled. She sat up and saw a handsome old man. Her friend
had said that handsome old men were possible, and of course, this one was! She saw that the old man was tall, dressed in all white—a pale white satin
duck-tail scarf, a short, fish-white jacket, and a long, loosely rolled-up cloak slung across his body. He carried a large metal
staff, his face was like a silver basin, and he had a three-foot-long white beard.
The old man had a kind face and always seemed amiable, but his eyes shone with a cold light; he
was clearly a martial arts master. Since meeting Magistrate Zhang, Ping Weina had developed a special attraction to sex, particularly to
old men. The young woman felt that old men were gentler than young men, and they gave her a better feeling.
Seeing a strange man break into her room late at night, Ping Weina wasn't surprised at all. Instead of covering
herself, the young woman thrust her full breasts upwards, seeing the old man's exposed
, large, thick penis, its red glans covered in sticky semen.
Ping Weina always felt aroused at the sight of a male phallus; the alluring penis deeply
attracted her. "Who are you? How did you get in? What do you want?" the young woman asked in a coquettish
and affected tone.
"Good girl, you're so charming, I couldn't resist."
"That won't do! I don't know you!"
Zhu Ziyi pounced on Ping Weina, his hands caressing her firm, high breasts,
kissing her all over her body wildly. Zhu Ziyi's lust had overwhelmed his reason; he had forgotten about avenging his disciple.
Zhu Ziyi continued to knead the girl's rosy, tender nipples. He felt Ping Weina's large nipples
slowly harden and erect between his fingers. Without hesitation, he took the girl's left nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting
it...
Zhu Ziyi's hands greedily rubbed every inch of Ping Weina's smooth, white, and shapely body.
His lips moved to Ping Weina's cherry-like mouth, sucking out her tongue and sucking it incessantly
. He also opened his mouth to suck on the girl's protruding tongue. Their lips seemed glued together, and
their tongues intertwined!
"No...no..." Ping Weina cried out, but her snow-white arms tightly embraced Zhu
Ziyi.
He held Ping Weina tightly, his nimble tongue passionately
kissing and licking her snow-white neck and high breasts, then gently biting her cherry-like nipples, sucking and nibbling greedily,
as if trying to draw out her milk.
Soon, Ping Weina's nipples were engorged with blood, standing erect, even the surrounding brown areolas gradually expanding
, emitting a sensual, virginal scent. Waves of intense pleasure washed over the beautiful girl, and thick,
sticky fluid flowed from her little opening once more.
Zhu Ziyi felt the girl's full body tremble slightly; her eyes were filled with desire,
and she made soft, whimpering sounds, as if enticing him. He
began with Ping Weina's soft earlobes, licking her neck, breasts, and finally her erect nipples, until her delicate body trembled.
Zhu Ziyi held Ping Weina's right breast in one hand, kneading and caressing it, his middle finger constantly rubbing the nipple. He
watched as the two firm, tender breasts on the girl's jade-like body were kneaded and licked until they resembled dough
.
Zhu Ziyi's other hand slid over Ping Weina's smooth, flat abdomen, stroking the girl's genitals.
Then he moved his mouth to her left breast, licking the nipple with his tongue and sucking on it occasionally. After Zhu Ziyi's
caresses and sucking, Ping Weina's genitals were already soaking wet.
Zhu Ziyi gently stroked the girl's thick labia majora with his fingers. He felt that Ping Weina's labia were already
hard and swollen, and the deep slit was overflowing with lustful fluid. It felt so warm and sticky to his touch.
"Mmm...mmm...Grandpa...ah...mmm...mmm..." Ping Weina's cherry lips parted slightly, her tongue licking
her lips, and she moaned softly.
Zhu Ziyi abandoned his kiss and stood up to carefully observe the shy girl. He saw Ping Weina's breasts, firm as small
mountains, her flat, snow-white abdomen, and below that, a charming, delicate navel that was irresistible to the touch.
A glistening liquid oozed from her pubic hair. Her rounded buttocks and slender legs were smooth and elastic. Her
feet were delicate, white and tender, with neatly arranged toes and glossy nails.
Zhu Ziyi grabbed the girl's beautiful feet and licked and bit them, even sucking on all ten toes. At this moment,
Ping Weina's entire body was an erogenous zone; even she herself couldn't believe that the old man was kissing her little feet.
It brought immense joy and comfort. The girl felt her vaginal fluids flowing more and more, making her vagina slippery
and sticky.
After kissing the girl's feet, Zhu Ziyi continued kissing down her snow-white, elastic calves to Ping Weina
's fair and plump thighs. The girl felt the old man's wet, hot tongue gradually licking towards her vulva. She
felt an itchy sensation all over her body, like ants crawling all over her. Her intense desire grew stronger and stronger, and the girl's moans became louder.
"Ah...oh...good...um...um...oh...oh...oh...Grandpa...don't lick anymore...
I...it's itchy...it's so itchy...I can't stand it...ah...so numb, so numb..."
Zhu Ziyi seized the opportunity and lowered his head to kiss Ping Weina's pink labia, sucking them with a "sizzling" sound
. The girl felt a tingling sensation in her vulva as his hot tongue pressed against her wet vulva.
"Grandpa...so embarrassing...I'm so ashamed..." The girl's face grew increasingly red. "Ah..." The girl
gripped the sheets tightly, her whole body almost convulsing. She felt her heart pounding faster and faster,
and more and more of her vaginal fluid was flowing out.
Zhu Ziyi stripped off his clothes. He hadn't expected to see a woman's body again after so many years, especially
such a beautiful and sexy young girl's body. His penis grew even larger. Zhu Ziyi saw that Ping Weina's labia
were engorged with blood and opened and closed like a goldfish's mouth, with streams of vaginal fluid constantly overflowing.
Hearing the girl's lewd moans and seeing the changes in her body, his lust intensified. Zhu Ziyi straddled
Ping Weina's delicate body with his thick penis erect, aiming his erect penis at the girl's vagina.
By this time, Ping Weina was already unbearably itchy, crying out, "Grandpa... I'm so itchy... Come quickly
... Oh... I can't take it anymore... Oh... Give it to me quickly!"
She had forgotten her shame, the girl spreading her beautiful, long, snow-white thighs as wide as possible,
welcoming this strange old man with even bolder movements and methods.
Zhu Ziyi, holding his hard, erect penis, rubbed it against the girl's already erect, wet clitoris.
The girl shyly closed her eyes, but then slightly opened them to peek at how Zhu Ziyi's penis entered her body
.
She saw the old man's bright red glans already squeezing into her vaginal opening, and in an instant, the girl felt the burning penis
deeply inserted into her wet vagina.
"Ah... Ah... Ah... Oh... So... Good... Oh..." An indescribable pleasure
quickly spread throughout her body.
He first placed his large penis at the entrance of the girl's vagina, rubbing the glans against the opening a few times before slowly
inserting it to the bottom of Ping Weina's vagina. He repeated this dozens of times, and Ping Weina moaned lasciviously, "Ah...ah...
ah...good...Grandpa...you're making me feel so good...oh...oh...oh...oh...
thrust harder...oh...oh..."
Although Zhu Ziyi's thrusting speed was slow, it was very rhythmic, each thrust forcefully penetrating the snow-white,
plump girl beneath him.
Ping Weina's body trembled, and she opened her mouth to greedily suck on Zhu Ziyi's tongue, which he had inserted into her mouth. She
whispered in the old man's ear, "Good grandpa...can you hurry up?"
Zhu Ziyi's thrusting speed increased, causing the point where their genitals met to splatter with vaginal fluid,
making lascivious sounds of "squelch...squelch..."
"Ah...ah...good...grandpa...faster...faster...ah...fuck me...fuck
me to death...oh...your big cock is so big...I feel so good..." The girl swayed her slender waist
and snow-white buttocks, thrusting and swaying incessantly, her breasts swaying wildly,
the waves of her breasts and buttocks drawing beautiful arcs.
Zhu Ziyi thrust wildly dozens of times in one go, then pulled Ping Weina onto his body.
The girl's plump buttocks moved up and down frantically, like a small mouth swallowing and spitting
out a sausage, then swallowing and spitting it out again.
Zhu Ziyi lay on the ground watching the girl's full, snow-white body swaying incessantly, her two
high breasts bobbing with her movements, her long hair swinging from side to side, her fair face
covered in a spring tide, her slightly open, seductive eyes looking at Zhu Ziyi.
When the eyes of the old man and the young woman met, Ping Weina pouted shyly and
traced Zhu Ziyi's face with her slender white fingers, saying, "Grandpa, so shy... so shy..."
Zhu Ziyi thrust his lower body forcefully to meet the girl's thrusts, each time his large penis penetrating deeply
into her body.
"Oh... Grandpa... your big cock... so thick... so big... oh... oh... so comfortable
... so good... um... ah..." Ping Weina swayed her slender waist passionately, welcoming Zhu Ziyi's thrusts,
her hands kneading her bouncing breasts and twisting her erect nipples. The girl was already panting and drenched in sweat
. After more than a hundred thrusts and movements, the intoxicating pleasure surged through her entire body.
"Oh... Grandpa... I can't take it anymore... it's so wonderful... oh oh... so comfortable... so good...
so sore... so numb... I'm going to cum!" Ping Weina contracted the muscles of her vagina, her beautiful eyes filled
with teasing and bliss.
The girl's wanton moans made Zhu Ziyi unable to resist any longer. He felt a thick, hot, sticky
fluid spurt from Ping Weina's vagina, splashing all over his glans. He cried out, "Good boy, I'm coming too
, oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...my big cock is shooting..."
Ping Weina also felt streams of hot, wet semen shooting deep into her vagina. They slumped together, embracing each other and
kissing passionately.
When Ping Weina got off Zhu Ziyi, a stream of white semen mixed with the girl's vaginal fluid
flowed from her swollen vagina.
Seeing such a lovely girl and having given himself such great satisfaction, Zhu Ziyi had abandoned
the idea of avenging his apprentice. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Should he still save Hao Quan? A series of questions plagued him.
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