Tiger's Charm and Dragon's Erotic Chronicles

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On the official road at dusk, two people rode on horseback. They were dressed in brocade robes, but they were tattered and their white clothes were stained with blood. The two appeared to be children, their faces covered in dust, making it impossible to tell if they were male or female. The horse galloped swiftly, but the two remained silent; it was unclear whether they had fainted or were already dead. The white horse reached the gate of a grand mansion, collapsed from exhaustion, and the person on its back tumbled off and lay on the ground. "Quickly! Go and report to Master Tang!" Upon seeing this, one of the two guards entered the gate, while the other rushed down the steps to the child. A month earlier: Tang Wanli sat in the main hall, exuding domineering power. His right hand propped up his cheek, his fierce tiger-like eyes gazing at the beautiful scenery of the manor outside the gate. A faint scar adorned his right cheek, and a mustache adorned his upper lip. His tall frame radiated a mature and seasoned strength. In his forties, as the Tang Hero of the Second Great Manor under Heaven, his eyes were filled with resentment and ambition. Xiao Fanjian! What a nauseating name for Tang Wanli! He was his brother-in-law, and also the head of the Divine Sword Manor, the number one manor in the world! Why?! Why was he born as Wanli, yet also as Fanjian?! He had stolen Tang Qianhua, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, from his grasp, and then stole the title of the number one manor in the world. Not only that, but he had also taken all the credit for driving the Demonic Sect out of the Central Plains. All he was left with was a scar, and he had even lost his wife in the process. All he got in return was the title of second best in the world and the title of "good brother." His initial resentment turned into bitterness, and finally into intense hostility. He sat there, turning away all the guests, refusing the manor's servants, and even his 10-year-old daughter, Tang Yu. He kept thinking about that damned Xiao Fanjian until sunset, until the dead of night when everyone was asleep. He was still sitting in the hall, with a candle lit, its light shining on those hateful eyes. A cool night breeze blew open the wooden door of the main hall. With a whoosh, three figures suddenly appeared and sat down. They were all clad in black robes, completely concealing their identities, exuding an invisible, sinister aura. "Master Tang," he said in a sarcastic tone. Finally, Tang Wanli moved. He adjusted his robes, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the three men with a fierce and disdainful gaze. They were just three dogs of the Demonic Sect. Tang Wanli took out a secret letter from his sleeve, and with a flick of his wrist, threw it into the hand of one of them. "The entire map of the guards of Divine Sword Manor. Kill them all, leaving only my sister, Tang Qianhua, alive." His voice was deep and authoritative. "Hehehe..." The man holding the secret letter let out a strange laugh. "My lord, you speak so frankly, truly satisfying. Helping our Divine Sword Sect avenge this great grudge. I cannot accept such a reward without merit. This is just a small token, meant to add to your merriment." The black-robed man took out a secret manual from his robes, slowly and respectfully walked forward, and presented it with both hands. The four large characters "A Thousand Hammers and a Hundred Beauties" were what Tang Wanli saw in the book. "My lord, I know you have that kind of fetish. You've long drooled over your own sister's beauty, but watching that bastard Xiao Fanjian enjoy his good fortune while you can only vent your frustrations on those lowlifes in brothels must be unbearable," Tang Wanli thought, his lust for beauty long-standing. He had long harbored improper thoughts about his sister, but Xiao Fanjian had stolen her away, leaving him only to seek release in brothels. Thinking of this, Tang Wanli clenched his fists, his thumb digging into his flesh. "I know your sister is nearly forty, and her beauty must have faded somewhat. Her buttocks, after being violated by Xiao Fanjian, wouldn't be so tight. This 'A Thousand Hammers and a Hundred Beauties' manual not only beautifies the face, but more miraculously, it can also change one's constitution, making one's brows fragrant, lips moist, and vagina tight—the epitome of beauty, giving you an extraordinary experience," the black-robed man described vividly. Tang Wanli's desire surged, his eyes widened, and he took the manual with his right hand. A month later, a hazy, chaotic scene unfolded before he found himself surrounded by blood and light. The corpses of his loved ones buried his small body. Through the gaps, he saw his father's head flying through the air, and his mother, about to be kidnapped, using all her strength to break free from the enemy, sacrificing herself and her younger brother to be carried away by the white dragon (horse). Finally, she watched them leave, then, exhausted, committed suicide. He awoke from the nightmare, his eyes wide open, too weak to scream. He stared silently at the bed, his body bandaged. "Who am I? Where am I?" "Brother Mulong, are you awake?" A young girl entered through the door, dressed in emerald green, her hair styled in cute buns on either side. She had a charming smile, but when she grinned, her white teeth revealed she was missing a front tooth. "Yes! I am Xiao Mulong, the young master of Shenjian Manor. But everything has vanished. Why am I still alive?" The massacre of his entire family had completely shattered his spirit. He, who was once a pillar of the family, lost everything in just a few hours. This kind of pain was too cruel for a mere 12-year-old boy. "Yu'er, don't disturb Mulong~" A tall, middle-aged man entered, dressed in a black brocade robe. He had a scar on his face and a pair of deep, tiger-like eyes that sent chills down one's spine. He was the master of this manor, Tang Wanli, the head of the Tang Clan. The little girl in green beside him was his daughter, Tang Yu. "Uncle... um~" Xiao Mulong tried to get up to greet him, but his body was in terrible shape. Even the slightest movement caused pain throughout his body. "Don't move~" Tang Wanli pressed him down with his right hand, making him lie down obediently. Then he took a few steps to Mulong's side. Mu Long refused to lie down, his heart a hundred times more tormented than his body. He stared blankly as Tang Wanli approached. He, who had never shed a tear before, suddenly had his eyes welling up. He couldn't cry; he had to take revenge. Yet, tears still dripped onto the ground, one by one. Xiao Mu Long didn't cry out; the tears only represented the bleeding of his heart. Seeing Xiao Mu Long so heartbroken, Tang Yu was also moved, her eyes welling up with tears, looking as if she were about to cry. Seeing Yu'er about to cry, Xiao Mulong quickly wiped away his tears and put on a smile. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "That's right, my brother." Worried about his brother, Xiao Mulong, he asked Tang Wanli, "Is Brother Hu alright?" Seeing Xiao Mulong's smile, Tang Yu's mood improved. "He woke up before you and is already taking a walk in the garden." "Brother~!" Speak of the devil, and he appears. Xiao Muhu, leaning on his cane, stumbled in. If Xiao Mulong was delicate and handsome, then Xiao Muhu was full of heroic spirit. His loud voice broke the somber atmosphere as soon as he entered. Seeing that his older brother was alright, Muhu grinned and hurriedly came forward. "Slow down," Tang Wanli called out. "Yu'er, go and help your Brother Hu." "Okay!" Yu'er responded and stepped forward to help him. Mu Hu waved his hand, refusing, "It's nothing!" He patted his chest, then walked a few steps to Mu Long's bedside. "Where's Mother?" Mu Hu's expression turned grave; he vaguely remembered being rescued by his mother. Mu Long, his heart heavy, lowered his head, concealing his sorrow. "After sending us onto the horses, Mother... she committed suicide..." His voice choked, unable to continue. A clang rang out as Tang Wanli's teacup fell from his hand. His eyes widened, his expression frozen in disbelief, even more so than the two men. Afterwards, Tang Wanli arranged for Mu Long and Mu Hu to recuperate in the manor. During this time, Yu'er, innocent and lively, accompanied them every day, slightly alleviating their grief. A month later, thanks to their exceptional physiques, the two were able to get out of bed and walk. Despite being only twelve years old, Mu Long was already quite strong, with well-defined muscles in his abdomen and chest, and striking features, exuding a heroic air. Mu Hu, needless to say, not only recovered from his injuries quickly but was also able to practice martial arts in the courtyard. Mu Long was naturally aloof, and after experiencing the calamity, he became even more difficult to get along with. He maintained a distance from others and rarely spoke to anyone in the manor, except for three people. One was Tang Wanli. Xiao Mu Long was eager for revenge and desperately needed to learn good martial arts. Tang Wanli was a well-known figure in the martial arts world, and his strength ranked among the top 5. However, he hesitated and often declined, using the excuse that haste makes waste. He only taught Xiao Mu Long some basic sword techniques from the Divine Sword Manor, which Xiao Mu Long already knew. But being a dependent, he dared not ask for more. The other two were Tang Yu and Xiao Mu Hu. As for Mu Hu, he was having a great time with Tang Yu and got along well with everyone in the manor. However, he was a bit lazy, which contrasted sharply with the diligent Mu Long. He didn't practice much, but Mu Hu hadn't forgotten his grudge. He was very self-aware; the basic skills from the manor were useless, especially since he had mastered them all. As a genius, his strength was arguably superior to Mu Long's. Instead of wasting time on useless efforts, why not cultivate good relationships and secretly learn some unique skills? One late night, Tang Wanli activated a secret passage in his study and entered. After confirming that no one was following him, he closed the secret door and went to a large room at the deepest part of the room. He lit a candle to illuminate the room, took out the "Thousand Hammers and Hundred Charms Manual," touched the cover, and narrowed his eyes. He had already read this book. It was divided into Yin and Yang styles, mainly differing in personality and habits. The Yin style was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, making the practitioner aloof and noble, valuing stillness. In bed, the practitioner would become increasingly seductive, becoming tighter and more alluring the more they were intimate, creating a highly sensual atmosphere. The Yang Nu Gong (阳女功) exudes a seductive aura, making practitioners lively and curious, valuing movement as beauty, and exhibiting a thousand alluring behaviors in bed, overflowing with lust, unsatisfied desire, and experiencing intense pleasure. Then Tang Wanli tore off the cover, burned the exposing information on the first page, and then split it in two, replacing the cover of Yin Nu Gong (阴女功) with that of the Nine Yin Manual (九阴真经), and the cover of Yang Nu Gong (阳女工) with that of the Nine Yang Divine Skill (九阳神功). The next day, Tang Wanli summoned the two brothers to the main hall, while Tang Yuze stood to one side. Both young men were handsome and tall. Tang Wanli nodded, "Do you two know why I haven't taught you martial arts?" The two looked at each other, then both shook their heads at Tang Wanli. "Haste makes waste; this is the way to learn martial arts.""A grave mistake! Although you are both talented individuals, your eyes are blinded by hatred. You're trying to quickly master any martial art, which will inevitably lead to you going astray!" Tang Wanli said eloquently. The two men were suddenly enlightened. They realized their uncle's foresight was profound. They had been judging him with their own petty minds, and they were deeply ashamed. They nodded in agreement. Tang Wanli lifted the brocade cloth on the table beside him, revealing the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Their eyes widened in disbelief. They had heard of these two books in the martial arts world, but no one had ever practiced them. "Thank you, Uncle!" the two men said in unison, bowing to Tang Wanli. Tang Yu was also very pleased. "Sigh~ Don't thank me yet," Tang Wanli gestured. "How can you prove that you won't be impatient for quick results and let me down?" Xiao Muhu raised three fingers to the sky and swore, "I swear, I will absolutely not let you down, Uncle." The slightly slow-witted Xiao Mulong reacted, raising three fingers as well, "I swear too." "Hehe~" Tang Wanli chuckled, "Anyone can talk a good game. How about this: music can cultivate one's mind. If you can master an instrument, it proves you can master martial arts." "Yes!" The two agreed without hesitation, kneeling and thanking him profusely. Tang Wanli hired renowned instrument masters for them. Xiao Mulong learned the guzheng. "Playing the guzheng under the maple leaves, the autumn sound is melancholic. The high strings are easily broken, the heart is wounded, the melody is long." For the future, he studied with excessive seriousness, seemingly becoming one with the sound of the guzheng, yet the handsome man exuded an elegant air. Xiao Muhu learned the xiao. "A lone bridge, a bright moon, a beautiful woman playing the xiao, family hatred surges in my heart, the sound of the moon reflected in the lake at night." He liked to sit alone on the eaves, playing the xiao and appreciating the moon, creating a profound atmosphere, immersing himself in the world of the moon reflected in the lake. Sometimes he would also join Mulong's guzheng playing for a duet. Two months later, in the main hall of Tang Manor, the outside was crowded with servants and waiters who had come to watch the excitement. Inside, the music teacher sat in his seat, Tang Wanli in the main seat, while Tang Yu stood to the side, beaming with excitement. Today was the day to test the two brothers' musical skills. Mu Hu and Mu Long were already prepared. Mu Long straddled the table and played the zither, while Mu Hu deftly twirled the jade flute in his hand before placing his mouth against the mouthpiece. Mu Long played first, producing a piece of music that evoked the imagery of flowing water and verdant mountains. Mu Hu followed, his music a blend of gentle breezes and the chirping of birds. Together, the two brothers painted a breathtaking picture of a beautiful spring landscape, captivating and enchanting everyone present. The music stopped, and the two brothers seemed somewhat bewildered by the brief silence. Had their skills failed them, causing the awkward moment? A loud clap broke the silence. It was Tang Wanli, who clapped with exclamation, "Clap clap clap..." and then continued clapping. The applause spread to the audience, and suddenly the atmosphere became lively and bustling. This amazement affirmed Mu Long and Mu Hu's success. "Indeed, the student surpasses the master. I never imagined that such a young child would have such high musical talent. Even the spirit of Master Xiao would be gratified. Congratulations to Master Tang for taking in two peerless talents!" A music teacher bowed to Tang Wanli. Late at night in the Tang Manor bathhouse: "Fantastic!" Mu Hu jumped into the bath, splashing water. "Really~" Water splashed all over Mu Long, who was scrubbing himself, but he was equally overjoyed. This joy was the same as their performance during the day. "Glug glug..." Mu Hu emerged from the water. "Hey bro~" Mu Hu sat down next to Mu Long. "Now that we've mastered our divine skills, we should have our own names, right? Dad's name is Divine Sword, so how about we call ourselves Divine Tiger and Divine Dragon?" Mu Hu was extremely proud and smug. "What nonsense!" Mu Long seemed hesitant. "You haven't avenged your great grudge yet, and you're already thinking about this and that." "We definitely have to avenge our great grudge!" Mu Hu splashed water. "When the time comes, I'll make that cult leader kowtow and apologize before my parents, and then execute him by slow slicing." The young man spoke boastfully, but he seemed full of confidence. Tang Wanli's room: The room was extremely cold and desolate, with only one candle, which gave it an eerie feel. Tang Wanli straddled the bed, holding an open painting of a beautiful woman in his left hand, examining it closely. His originally serious and fierce tiger eyes narrowed, revealing a lewd look. His left hand was placed on his crotch, rubbing up and down his large, dark penis that was exposed by his clothes. The frequency increased, and a white, thick fluid instantly appeared. His expression became very comfortable. "Sister, oh sister..." After masturbating, he sighed at the portrait, "Why couldn't you have two daughters?" The current Tang Wanli was ruthless, despicable, and shameless; all that remained was blatant lust, devoid of any familial affection. "But it doesn't matter, I'll make your son even more handsome than you~"... The next day, in Xiao Mulong's room: "Are you there, Mulong?" Tang Wanli's voice came from outside the door. Mulong opened the door and appeared before Tang Wanli. Tang Wanli stepped into the room, casually closed the door, found a seat, and placed the Nine Yin Manual on the table from his sleeve. Mulong's eyes widened as he looked at the divine martial arts manual, but he dared not show too much excitement. "Mulong, your uncle is hesitant about whether to give this to you," Tang Wanli said earnestly. Mu Long panicked a little, clasping his hands in apology. "Uncle, did I do something wrong?" A bead of cold sweat trickled down his face, feeling that he had done something wrong. "Sigh... don't be nervous," Tang Wanli patted his shoulder, trying to relax him. "It's not your fault. It's just that this technique is insidious and its cultivation is extremely strange. You have a pure Yin body and cannot practice the Nine Yang Divine Skill. I'm afraid..." Tang Wanli's expression turned worried. "I'm not afraid!" Mu Long, who was usually calm and collected, was resolute this time. "Uncle, martial arts are just martial arts. Whether they are righteous or evil depends on one's own heart!" A resolute glint flashed in Mu Long's eyes. "Such a young age, yet you understand so much! Good!" Tang Wanli slapped the table in praise. "I'll give you the Nine Yin Manual, but do you know which of these four characters is the key to cultivating this skill?" Mu Long's eyes darted around, as if he had suddenly realized something. "Uncle, in my humble opinion, it's in the character 'yin'." "That's right," Tang Wanli nodded approvingly. "The ancients said that women are yin and men are yang. Women have more yin energy, so they are more suitable to practice the Nine Yin Manual. But you are a man, how can you cultivate female yin energy?" Mu Long's eyes widened. "Uncle, could it be that cultivating this..." would turn him into a woman? That's too strange. "It's not that serious. It's just that your behavior needs to become more feminine, such as dancing some women's dances or learning some women's movements." Tang Wanli said it as if it were no big deal, and smiled casually. "I see." Compared to becoming a woman, this is much easier. It's just dancing some women's dances. Although it's a bit shameful for a man, it's within acceptable limits. Besides, he can just dance in his room by himself. "Although it's just a dance, it's indeed indecent for a dignified man to dance like a woman..." Tang Wanli shook his head. "Uncle... I..." What did it matter? As long as he could master the divine skill, he could brave mountains of knives and seas of fire, let alone dance a few women's dances and be laughed at. "How about this, I'll find a teacher to teach you privately. You can learn from the teacher in the room under the pretext of practicing the skill. I even guarantee that Yu'er won't see it." Before Mu Long could finish speaking, Tang Wanli gave a satisfactory answer. "Thank you! Uncle!" Mu Long was overjoyed. In Mu Hu's room: "Do you know which of the four characters the essence of the Nine Yang Divine Skill is in?" Tang Wanli looked at the Nine Yang Divine Skill and asked Xiao Mu Hu, who was standing to the side. "Of course it's Yang." Mu Hu crossed his arms and laughed. Unlike Mu Long, Mu Hu seemed exceptionally confident. "You clever little devil..." Tang Wanli chuckled. "The ancients said that women are yin and men are yang. This Nine Yang Divine Skill is precisely for men to practice, except... you have a pure yang body." "Isn't that even better?" Mu Hu interrupted, worried that Tang Wanli would regret it. "I haven't finished yet..." Tang Wanli wasn't unhappy about being interrupted. "This is a yang skill, and you have a pure yang body. It's like adding fuel to the fire. I don't think you'll suffer a qi deviation after practicing for long." Tang Wanli said, feigning reason. "I..." Mu Hu wanted to retort but couldn't find a reason. Should he say that he could practice in the ice cave? Saying that made him feel stupid. "As the ancients said, men are yang and women are yin; the harmony of yin and yang is the most wonderful thing," Tang Wanli continued. "Since you have an excess of yang energy, then you should get some yin energy. How about this, I'll secretly find a teacher to teach you. You can use practicing martial arts as an excuse to learn women's dances with the teacher inside the room. I even guarantee that Yu'er won't see it." Tang Wanli was truly cunning, using the exact same words. "Great!" Mu Hu's eyes lit up, completely disregarding Mu Long: This skill is ruthless and vicious. After mastering it, it can destroy flowers and trees, its claws are indestructible, making it invincible. Its movements are unpredictable and elusive. The practitioner will experience some unusual symptoms, but these will become normal after mastery and are not a big problem (of course, Tang Wanli added this at the beginning). That night, Mu Long looked at the first page, his confidence filled, and a rare smile appeared on his face. Suddenly, the door opened, and Mu Long hurriedly put away the manual. It was Tang Wanli who entered, which relieved him. He stood up and went forward to greet him. Behind Tang Wanli was another person, whose face and body were obscured by a long robe, but her graceful gait and subtle fragrance suggested she was a stunning beauty. After Tang Wanli closed the door, the woman removed her robe, revealing eyes like water, a fair complexion like a peach blossom, adorned with gold and jade hairpins, and a refined smile that left Mu Long speechless. "She is Yan Niang, the most beautiful courtesan of Wan Hua Lou. She will guide you in your dance. I've also explained some key points of this technique to her. In the future, Yan Niang will fully cooperate with you in mastering the martial arts. She will leave whenever you rest," Tang Wanli explained to Mu Long. "Alright, I must leave now. I've arranged everything for Yan Niang. She will cooperate with you and take care of your daily needs. You must also cooperate with her, understand?" "Yes!" Mu Long bowed in thanks, and then Tang Wanli left, leaving only the man and woman in the room.The atmosphere was a little awkward. The young and inexperienced Mu Long was in a room with such a beautiful woman for the first time at night. His face flushed slightly, and he dared not look any longer, continuing to greet her as "Master...Master..." He seemed a little nervous. "Hmph," Yan Niang smiled, "What master? We courtesans are not worthy of such a title." Yan Niang placed her left hand on her right, her knees slightly bent, her body bowing slightly, her posture graceful and elegant. "No...no...a teacher for a day is a father for life. You are my teacher now, and you will be in the future," Mu Long said humbly and politely, showing respect even to this woman of questionable character. Yan Niang nodded, indicating the young man was quite good. She then approached Mu Long. "Young master, it's not easy for a man to learn women's dance. Men's bones are hard and large, and their limbs are stiff." Yan Niang scrutinized Mu Long's body, then teased him by touching him, making him blush and freeze. "You're still young, there's still room for improvement. I have a set of Indian flexibility exercises for you to learn, which will make your body much more supple." "Thank you, Master," Mu Long kowtowed, but still dared not look directly at Yan Niang, his eyes fixed to the side, his hands bowing to someone else. Afterwards, Yan Niang had Mu Long sit cross-legged, his hands forming a lotus shape on his knees, and taught him a method to harmonize his internal energy. The basics weren't difficult, and he regulated his energy for two hours. "Alright, young master, let's wash up first. I've already prepared the hot milk," Yan Niang approached and greeted him. "Oh," Mu Long stood up, his body a little numb from sitting, but he quickly adjusted and stood up straight. "Milk?" He was certain it wasn't water. Yan Niang smiled and lifted the cover of the bathtub. Soft, white milk steamed, sprinkled with flower petals, looking incredibly comforting. "This..." Using milk as a bath? What a waste! Mu Long thought. "The Master prepared this especially so that you, young master, can achieve your goal sooner," Yan Niang said, dipping her hand into the milk. "Your body needs to become more supple." It seemed his uncle had gone to great lengths. He couldn't let such kindness go to waste. However, bathing in front of a woman was still a bit unusual, but with Yan Niang's help, he cleaned himself in the milk bath. Mu Hu: This skill is exceptionally powerful. Once mastered, it grants the power to split the heavens and earth, the might of a tiger's roar, a domineering body, and the ability to swallow mountains and seas. The practitioner may experience some unusual sensations, but these will become normal after mastery and are not a major problem. Mu Hu, munching on melon seeds and glancing at the manual, propped one leg up on the chair in a spoiled, playboy-like posture. Just as he was lost in thought, a knock sounded at the door. Mu Hu immediately stood up, head held high. Tang Wanli entered, followed by a beautiful woman dressed in exotic attire. She wore a purple veil that reached her waist, a red embroidered silk top revealing her slender waist, and a golden navel ring. Her lower body was adorned with a deep red pleated skirt. Her steps were light and graceful, her waist swaying with each step. Her makeup was alluring, yet refined and elegant. She held a cigarette in her slender fingers, occasionally taking a puff, exuding a lingering charm. Mu Hu's eyes were glued to her, scrutinizing every detail of the exotic beauty from her hair to her red fingernails. No woman from the Central Plains would dare dress like that; Mu Long probably wouldn't dare look. For Mu Long, this was truly a stroke of good fortune. The beauty glanced at Mu Hu, a hint of disdain in her tear-marked eyes. "Hmph~" she snorted coldly, then took a drag of her opium. "It's this little lecher." "Hmm~" Tang Wanli said. "His name is Xiao Mu Hu. And this one," Tang Wanli introduced to Mu Hu, "is the famous dancer of the Western Art Hall—Mei Ji. Even royalty travels from afar to admire her dance. Mu Hu, you must learn well." Mu Hu's mouth watered as Tang Wanli spoke. Only after Tang Wanli finished did Mu Hu realize his rudeness, hastily wiping the saliva from his mouth. He bowed to Tang Wanli in gratitude, then bowed to Mei Ji. "Hello, sister~" "Oh, quite sensible," Mei Ji's lips curled slightly. "Then I'll be going now." Tang Wanli then left the room, leaving the two of them behind. Mei Ji walked over, and Mu Hu's heart was pounding. She slowly circled Mu Hu, scrutinizing him closely. "Sister, what... what are we going to do next?" Mu Hu's eyes shone with anticipation. "What are you going to do?" Mei Ji's jade-like hand began to caress Mu Hu's body. Here it comes, here it comes! Mu Hu sensed something good was about to happen, and his lower body reacted. But who knew! Mei Ji was a trained fighter; with a sweeping kick, she struck Mu Hu's inner ankle, widening his stance. "Ah!" Mu Hu cried out, losing his balance, and sat on the ground with his legs spread wide. Immediately afterward, a weight pressed down on his back, forcibly lowering his upper body, causing another wave of pain. "You rough bones, you still want to learn to dance?" Mei Niang sat on Mu Hu's back, taking another leisurely puff of her opium. "Let me press you down for a while, so you can soften up." She began her teaching, her methods becoming rather barbaric. "You stinky bitch!" Realizing this woman was not to be trifled with, Mu Hu muttered under his breath. "Hey~ no, no, no, good sister, good sister." The weight on her back increased, and she twisted a couple of times, making her muscles and bones ache even more. She pressed down on him intermittently a few times. "Wow..." After several presses, Mu Hu also soaked in the milk bath. He didn't pay attention to whether it was a milk bath or not, he only knew that it was comfortable. The next evening, Mu Long said, "Young master, tonight you continue to practice your basic skills. This little servant will demonstrate a dance." After saying that, Mei Niang bent her slender waist, rolled up her exquisite long sleeves, her cherry lips and pink makeup half-covering her face, her long skirt draped over her side, her beautiful figure appearing and disappearing in the light gauze and brocade, making even the usually serious Mu Long open his eyes wide. "My lord, I actually think you men are quite tired," Mei Niang began to dance, her purple gauze skirt billowing as her movements unfolded gracefully, her eyes becoming fawning. "More than ten years of martial arts training, more than ten years of revenge, day after day, month after month, struggling in pain, yet never able to achieve anything. In the end, looking back, you're still in a sea of suffering." "..." Mu Long frowned, his expression grave. Mei Niang spoke and danced, but her dance was extremely fluid, her captivating eyes appearing and disappearing amidst her elegant movements. "If I want revenge, I must find a great hero, a great valiant man! Someone with strong arms that can encircle my body, foolishly doing anything for me. That is a woman's right." Mei Niang continued to dance, her movements as fluid as a stream, leaning back and bending at the waist, her slender arms and delicate fingers forming a picture, a sentence: "Because we are beautiful and weak, how should we dance? Do you hear me?" Mei Niang's beautiful eyes, jade feet, willow waist, skillful hands... in her gentle and loving dance, in Mu Long's eyes, formed a sentence. "I am beautiful and delicate, and need your care." Mu Hu: "Do you know what the most fun thing in the world is?" The silver bells jingled, gathering on the golden lotus feet as she danced. Her ten fingers, bright red, met the pretty face hidden behind the veil. "Women? No, men~ Seducing men is the most fun thing in the world." Only her bewitching eyes were visible, her eyebrows glistening in the candlelight. Mu Hu, who was lying on the ground stretching his legs, was initially uncomfortable, but seeing Mei Ji dance, he was dumbfounded, completely forgetting what he was doing. The see-through purple gauze dance dress, the bold and unrestrained attire, and her extremely beautiful figure, beauty was beyond description. "I am the daughter of a bandit leader. I fought and killed when I was young, taking whatever I wanted, but I was not happy at all, and I was always in fear." The exotic dance, with its many seductive styles, was performed by Mei Niang with cleverness and exquisiteness. Every twist and turn was graceful and outstanding, showing no trace of her humble origins. "Finally, the mountain stronghold was besieged by the government, and I escaped to a theatrical troupe. Thanks to the troupe leader's shelter, I survived. Life in the troupe taught me a lesson: a suit of armor is not as strong as a piece of silk, and a sharp knife is not as sharp as a pair of beautiful eyes and red lips." Meiji swayed her slender waist, her body twisting like a water snake, coupled with her captivating eyes, making her incomparably alluring. "What I had before, I can have now, and men are eager to offer it to me, yet I am happy." Meiji's seductive charm, bare feet, slender waist, and delicate hands… in her sexy and enchanting dance, in Mulong's eyes, formed a single sentence: "Am I beautiful? Do you want to sleep with me?"Having gone to great lengths, he couldn't let such kindness go to waste. However, bathing in front of a woman still felt a little strange, but with Yan Niang's help, he cleaned himself in a milk bath. Mu Hu: This skill is exceptionally powerful. Once mastered, it grants the power to split the heavens and earth, the might of a tiger's roar, a domineering body, and the ability to swallow mountains and seas. The practitioner may experience some unusual sensations, but these will become normal after mastery and are not a major problem. Mu Hu ate melon seeds while reading the manual, one leg propped on the chair, sitting like a spoiled brat. Just as Mu Hu was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door. Mu Hu immediately stood up, head held high and chest puffed out. Tang Wanli entered, followed by a beautiful woman dressed in exotic attire. She wore a purple veil that reached her waist, and a red embroidered silk top that revealed her slender waist. A golden navel ring adorned her navel. Her lower body was draped in a deep red gauze skirt. Her steps were light and graceful, her waist swaying with each step. Her makeup was alluring, yet refined and elegant. She held a cigarette in her slender fingers, occasionally taking a puff, giving the impression that she still possessed a captivating charm. Mu Hu stared intently, scrutinizing the exotic beauty from head to toe, from her hair to her red fingernails. No woman from the Central Plains would dare to dress like this. Mu Long probably wouldn't dare to look, but for Mu Long, it was truly a stroke of good fortune. The beauty glanced at Mu Hu, a hint of disdain in her tear-marked eyes. "Hmph~" she snorted coldly, then took a drag of her opium. "It's this little lecher." "Hmm~" Tang Wanli said. "His name is Xiao Mu Hu. And this one," Tang Wanli introduced to Mu Hu, "is the famous dancer of the Western Art Hall—Mei Ji. Even royalty travels from afar to admire her dance. Mu Hu, you must learn well." Mu Hu's mouth watered as Tang Wanli spoke. Only after Tang Wanli finished did Mu Hu realize his rudeness, hastily wiping the saliva from his mouth. He bowed to Tang Wanli in gratitude, then bowed to Mei Ji. "Hello, sister~" "Oh, quite sensible," Mei Ji's lips curled slightly. "Then I'll be going now." Tang Wanli then left the room, leaving the two of them behind. Mei Ji walked over, and Mu Hu's heart was pounding. She slowly circled Mu Hu, scrutinizing him closely. "Sister, what... what are we going to do next?" Mu Hu's eyes shone with anticipation. "What are you going to do?" Mei Ji's jade-like hand began to caress Mu Hu's body. Here it comes, here it comes! Mu Hu sensed something good was about to happen, and his lower body reacted. But who knew! Mei Ji was a trained fighter; with a sweeping kick, she struck Mu Hu's inner ankle, widening his stance. "Ah!" Mu Hu cried out, losing his balance, and sat on the ground with his legs spread wide. Immediately afterward, a weight pressed down on his back, forcibly lowering his upper body, causing another wave of pain. "You rough bones, you still want to learn to dance?" Mei Niang sat on Mu Hu's back, taking another leisurely puff of her opium. "Let me press you down for a while, so you can soften up." She began her teaching, her methods becoming rather barbaric. "You stinky bitch!" Realizing this woman was not to be trifled with, Mu Hu muttered under his breath. "Hey~ no, no, no, good sister, good sister." The weight on her back increased, and she twisted a couple of times, making her muscles and bones ache even more. She pressed down on him intermittently a few times. "Wow..." After several presses, Mu Hu also soaked in the milk bath. He didn't pay attention to whether it was a milk bath or not, he only knew that it was comfortable. The next evening, Mu Long said, "Young master, tonight you continue to practice your basic skills. This little servant will demonstrate a dance." After saying that, Mei Niang bent her slender waist, rolled up her exquisite long sleeves, her cherry lips and pink makeup half-covering her face, her long skirt draped over her side, her beautiful figure appearing and disappearing in the light gauze and brocade, making even the usually serious Mu Long open his eyes wide. "My lord, I actually think you men are quite tired," Mei Niang began to dance, her purple gauze skirt billowing as her movements unfolded gracefully, her eyes becoming fawning. "More than ten years of martial arts training, more than ten years of revenge, day after day, month after month, struggling in pain, yet never able to achieve anything. In the end, looking back, you're still in a sea of suffering." "..." Mu Long frowned, his expression grave. Mei Niang spoke and danced, but her dance was extremely fluid, her captivating eyes appearing and disappearing amidst her elegant movements. "If I want revenge, I must find a great hero, a great valiant man! Someone with strong arms that can encircle my body, foolishly doing anything for me. That is a woman's right." Mei Niang continued to dance, her movements as fluid as a stream, leaning back and bending at the waist, her slender arms and delicate fingers forming a picture, a sentence: "Because we are beautiful and weak, how should we dance? Do you hear me?" Mei Niang's beautiful eyes, jade feet, willow waist, skillful hands... in her gentle and loving dance, in Mu Long's eyes, formed a sentence. "I am beautiful and delicate, and need your care." Mu Hu: "Do you know what the most fun thing in the world is?" The silver bells jingled, gathering on the golden lotus feet as she danced. Her ten fingers, bright red, met the pretty face hidden behind the veil. "Women? No, men~ Seducing men is the most fun thing in the world." Only her bewitching eyes were visible, her eyebrows glistening in the candlelight. Mu Hu, who was lying on the ground stretching his legs, was initially uncomfortable, but seeing Mei Ji dance, he was dumbfounded, completely forgetting what he was doing. The see-through purple gauze dance dress, the bold and unrestrained attire, and her extremely beautiful figure, beauty was beyond description. "I am the daughter of a bandit leader. I fought and killed when I was young, taking whatever I wanted, but I was not happy at all, and I was always in fear." The exotic dance, with its many seductive styles, was performed by Mei Niang with cleverness and exquisiteness. Every twist and turn was graceful and outstanding, showing no trace of her humble origins. "Finally, the mountain stronghold was besieged by the government, and I escaped to a theatrical troupe. Thanks to the troupe leader's shelter, I survived. Life in the troupe taught me a lesson: a suit of armor is not as strong as a piece of silk, and a sharp knife is not as sharp as a pair of beautiful eyes and red lips." Meiji swayed her slender waist, her body twisting like a water snake, coupled with her captivating eyes, making her incomparably alluring. "What I had before, I can have now, and men are eager to offer it to me, yet I am happy." Meiji's seductive charm, bare feet, slender waist, and delicate hands… in her sexy and enchanting dance, in Mulong's eyes, formed a single sentence: "Am I beautiful? Do you want to sleep with me?"Having gone to great lengths, he couldn't let such kindness go to waste. However, bathing in front of a woman still felt a little strange, but with Yan Niang's help, he cleaned himself in a milk bath. Mu Hu: This skill is exceptionally powerful. Once mastered, it grants the power to split the heavens and earth, the might of a tiger's roar, a domineering body, and the ability to swallow mountains and seas. The practitioner may experience some unusual sensations, but these will become normal after mastery and are not a major problem. Mu Hu ate melon seeds while reading the manual, one leg propped on the chair, sitting like a spoiled brat. Just as Mu Hu was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door. Mu Hu immediately stood up, head held high and chest puffed out. Tang Wanli entered, followed by a beautiful woman dressed in exotic attire. She wore a purple veil that reached her waist, and a red embroidered silk top that revealed her slender waist. A golden navel ring adorned her navel. Her lower body was draped in a deep red gauze skirt. Her steps were light and graceful, her waist swaying with each step. Her makeup was alluring, yet refined and elegant. She held a cigarette in her slender fingers, occasionally taking a puff, giving the impression that she still possessed a captivating charm. Mu Hu stared intently, scrutinizing the exotic beauty from head to toe, from her hair to her red fingernails. No woman from the Central Plains would dare to dress like this. Mu Long probably wouldn't dare to look, but for Mu Long, it was truly a stroke of good fortune. The beauty glanced at Mu Hu, a hint of disdain in her tear-marked eyes. "Hmph~" she snorted coldly, then took a drag of her opium. "It's this little lecher." "Hmm~" Tang Wanli said. "His name is Xiao Mu Hu. And this one," Tang Wanli introduced to Mu Hu, "is the famous dancer of the Western Art Hall—Mei Ji. Even royalty travels from afar to admire her dance. Mu Hu, you must learn well." Mu Hu's mouth watered as Tang Wanli spoke. Only after Tang Wanli finished did Mu Hu realize his rudeness, hastily wiping the saliva from his mouth. He bowed to Tang Wanli in gratitude, then bowed to Mei Ji. "Hello, sister~" "Oh, quite sensible," Mei Ji's lips curled slightly. "Then I'll be going now." Tang Wanli then left the room, leaving the two of them behind. Mei Ji walked over, and Mu Hu's heart was pounding. She slowly circled Mu Hu, scrutinizing him closely. "Sister, what... what are we going to do next?" Mu Hu's eyes shone with anticipation. "What are you going to do?" Mei Ji's jade-like hand began to caress Mu Hu's body. Here it comes, here it comes! Mu Hu sensed something good was about to happen, and his lower body reacted. But who knew! Mei Ji was a trained fighter; with a sweeping kick, she struck Mu Hu's inner ankle, widening his stance. "Ah!" Mu Hu cried out, losing his balance, and sat on the ground with his legs spread wide. Immediately afterward, a weight pressed down on his back, forcibly lowering his upper body, causing another wave of pain. "You rough bones, you still want to learn to dance?" Mei Niang sat on Mu Hu's back, taking another leisurely puff of her opium. "Let me press you down for a while, so you can soften up." She began her teaching, her methods becoming rather barbaric. "You stinky bitch!" Realizing this woman was not to be trifled with, Mu Hu muttered under his breath. "Hey~ no, no, no, good sister, good sister." The weight on her back increased, and she twisted a couple of times, making her muscles and bones ache even more. She pressed down on him intermittently a few times. "Wow..." After several presses, Mu Hu also soaked in the milk bath. He didn't pay attention to whether it was a milk bath or not, he only knew that it was comfortable. The next evening, Mu Long said, "Young master, tonight you continue to practice your basic skills. This little servant will demonstrate a dance." After saying that, Mei Niang bent her slender waist, rolled up her exquisite long sleeves, her cherry lips and pink makeup half-covering her face, her long skirt draped over her side, her beautiful figure appearing and disappearing in the light gauze and brocade, making even the usually serious Mu Long open his eyes wide. "My lord, I actually think you men are quite tired," Mei Niang began to dance, her purple gauze skirt billowing as her movements unfolded gracefully, her eyes becoming fawning. "More than ten years of martial arts training, more than ten years of revenge, day after day, month after month, struggling in pain, yet never able to achieve anything. In the end, looking back, you're still in a sea of suffering." "..." Mu Long frowned, his expression grave. Mei Niang spoke and danced, but her dance was extremely fluid, her captivating eyes appearing and disappearing amidst her elegant movements. "If I want revenge, I must find a great hero, a great valiant man! Someone with strong arms that can encircle my body, foolishly doing anything for me. That is a woman's right." Mei Niang continued to dance, her movements as fluid as a stream, leaning back and bending at the waist, her slender arms and delicate fingers forming a picture, a sentence: "Because we are beautiful and weak, how should we dance? Do you hear me?" Mei Niang's beautiful eyes, jade feet, willow waist, skillful hands... in her gentle and loving dance, in Mu Long's eyes, formed a sentence. "I am beautiful and delicate, and need your care." Mu Hu: "Do you know what the most fun thing in the world is?" The silver bells jingled, gathering on the golden lotus feet as she danced. Her ten fingers, bright red, met the pretty face hidden behind the veil. "Women? No, men~ Seducing men is the most fun thing in the world." Only her bewitching eyes were visible, her eyebrows glistening in the candlelight. Mu Hu, who was lying on the ground stretching his legs, was initially uncomfortable, but seeing Mei Ji dance, he was dumbfounded, completely forgetting what he was doing. The see-through purple gauze dance dress, the bold and unrestrained attire, and her extremely beautiful figure, beauty was beyond description. "I am the daughter of a bandit leader. I fought and killed when I was young, taking whatever I wanted, but I was not happy at all, and I was always in fear." The exotic dance, with its many seductive styles, was performed by Mei Niang with cleverness and exquisiteness. Every twist and turn was graceful and outstanding, showing no trace of her humble origins. "Finally, the mountain stronghold was besieged by the government, and I escaped to a theatrical troupe. Thanks to the troupe leader's shelter, I survived. Life in the troupe taught me a lesson: a suit of armor is not as strong as a piece of silk, and a sharp knife is not as sharp as a pair of beautiful eyes and red lips." Meiji swayed her slender waist, her body twisting like a water snake, coupled with her captivating eyes, making her incomparably alluring. "What I had before, I can have now, and men are eager to offer it to me, yet I am happy." Meiji's seductive charm, bare feet, slender waist, and delicate hands… in her sexy and enchanting dance, in Mulong's eyes, formed a single sentence: "Am I beautiful? Do you want to sleep with me?"For the sake of fluidity, her captivating eyes and brows were faintly visible amidst her elegant dance. "If I want revenge, I must find a great hero, a great valiant man! A strong arm that can encircle my body, foolishly doing anything for me, that is a woman's right." Mei Niang continued to dance, her movements as fluid as a stream, her back arching, her slender arms and delicate fingers forming a picture, a single sentence: "Because we are beautiful and weak, how should we dance? Do you hear me?" Mei Niang's beautiful eyes, jade feet, willow waist, skillful hands... in her gentle and loving dance, in Mu Long's eyes, formed a sentence: "I am beautiful and weak, I need your care." Mu Hu: "Do you know what the most fun thing in the world is?" The tinkling of silver bells gathered on her golden lotus feet as she danced, her ten bright red fingers appearing before the pretty face hidden behind the veil. "Women? No, men~ seducing men is the most fun thing in the world." Only her bewitching eyes were visible, her eyebrows shimmering in the candlelight. Mu Hu, who was lying on the ground stretching his legs and feeling unwell, was completely stunned by Mei Ji's dance, forgetting what he was doing. The see-through purple gauze dance dress, the bold and unrestrained attire, and the extremely beautiful figure made her beauty beyond description. "I am the daughter of a bandit leader. I grew up fighting and killing, taking whatever I wanted, but I was never happy and was always in fear." The exotic dance, full of charm and allure, was performed by Mei Niang with cleverness and delicacy. Every twist and turn was graceful and outstanding, showing no trace of her humble origins. "Finally, the mountain stronghold was besieged by the government, and I escaped to a theatrical troupe. Thanks to the troupe leader's shelter, I survived. Life in the troupe taught me a lesson: a suit of armor is not as strong as a piece of silk, and a sharp knife is not as sharp as a pair of beautiful eyes and red lips." Meiji swayed her slender waist, her body twisting like a water snake, coupled with her captivating eyes, making her incomparably alluring. "What I had before, I can have now, and men are eager to offer it to me, yet I am happy." Meiji's seductive charm, bare feet, slender waist, and delicate hands… in her sexy and enchanting dance, in Mulong's eyes, formed a single sentence: "Am I beautiful? Do you want to sleep with me?"For the sake of fluidity, her captivating eyes and brows were faintly visible amidst her elegant dance. "If I want revenge, I must find a great hero, a great valiant man! A strong arm that can encircle my body, foolishly doing anything for me, that is a woman's right." Mei Niang continued to dance, her movements as fluid as a stream, her back arching, her slender arms and delicate fingers forming a picture, a single sentence: "Because we are beautiful and weak, how should we dance? Do you hear me?" Mei Niang's beautiful eyes, jade feet, willow waist, skillful hands... in her gentle and loving dance, in Mu Long's eyes, formed a sentence: "I am beautiful and weak, I need your care." Mu Hu: "Do you know what the most fun thing in the world is?" The tinkling of silver bells gathered on her golden lotus feet as she danced, her ten bright red fingers appearing before the pretty face hidden behind the veil. "Women? No, men~ seducing men is the most fun thing in the world." Only her bewitching eyes were visible, her eyebrows shimmering in the candlelight. Mu Hu, who was lying on the ground stretching his legs and feeling unwell, was completely stunned by Mei Ji's dance, forgetting what he was doing. The see-through purple gauze dance dress, the bold and unrestrained attire, and the extremely beautiful figure made her beauty beyond description. "I am the daughter of a bandit leader. I grew up fighting and killing, taking whatever I wanted, but I was never happy and was always in fear." The exotic dance, full of charm and allure, was performed by Mei Niang with cleverness and delicacy. Every twist and turn was graceful and outstanding, showing no trace of her humble origins. "Finally, the mountain stronghold was besieged by the government, and I escaped to a theatrical troupe. Thanks to the troupe leader's shelter, I survived. Life in the troupe taught me a lesson: a suit of armor is not as strong as a piece of silk, and a sharp knife is not as sharp as a pair of beautiful eyes and red lips." Meiji swayed her slender waist, her body twisting like a water snake, coupled with her captivating eyes, making her incomparably alluring. "What I had before, I can have now, and men are eager to offer it to me, yet I am happy." Meiji's seductive charm, bare feet, slender waist, and delicate hands… in her sexy and enchanting dance, in Mulong's eyes, formed a single sentence: "Am I beautiful? Do you want to sleep with me?"
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