Master's Wife Ning Zhongze, Chapters 4-5

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It displays a unique charm: its tightness can be adjusted by the cheeks, it can increase friction or pain by the depth of the teeth, and even the slightest discomfort is the pent-up feeling before the release of pleasure. It can also be used with jade-like skillful hands. Linghu Chong's endowment is indeed too great; even when it goes deep into his throat, about two inches of his large penis still remain outside. If it were a vagina, there would be no way, like Yue Lingshan, whose vagina is both narrow and shallow, making it impossible to penetrate deeply each time. But a small mouth can compensate in other ways.
The beautiful Ning Zhongze, while swallowing and spitting out the large penis, extends her right hand and gently grasps the base of the large penis, sometimes squeezing tightly and sometimes loosening it during thrusting. It forms a perfect channel that responds to each other with her small mouth.
Ning Zhongze's warm small mouth is playing with the large penis, and Linghu Chong can't help but sway his buttocks and cooperate. He swayed his hips back and forth, hoping to penetrate the large penis deeper and faster. Ning Zhongze's pretty face was filled with pleasure; her eyes were closed, her face flushed with desire, and her hands held Linghu Chong's waist. Her head rose and fell gently, savoring the wonderful taste of the large penis entering her mouth.
On the other hand, as she tasted the large penis, Linghu Chong felt a soft, wet, and hot sensation enveloping the head of the penis. A tingling, numbing pleasure spread throughout his entire body. The shaft, licked and manipulated, became as hard as an iron rod, his blood surging, veins bulging, its appearance ferocious, and it was incredibly thick.
Linghu Chong, no longer satisfied with mere verbal communication, chuckled, "Master's wife, let your son-in-law give you a service too."
Ning Zhongze, who was diligently licking and sucking, suddenly paused. She straightened up, glanced at Linghu Chong with her captivating eyes, and said with a beauty as lovely as a flower, "Alright, now I'll give myself to you completely. But you must promise to satisfy it!"
"Alas, that's difficult,"
Linghu Chong sighed.
Ning Zhongze gently lay on Linghu Chong's back, lightly poking his chest with her orchid-like finger: "Why are you so insecure? With such a large endowment, what are you afraid of? Are you just a waxen spearhead?"
"Hehe, Master's wife, you misunderstand. I mean, I'm afraid that after this tender body of yours tastes my big rod tonight, she might crave it day and night, which would affect the harmony of our family,"
Linghu Chong laughed.
“Then let me wait and see,”
Ning Zhongze said languidly.
Linghu Chong chuckled, rolled over in his arms, opened his mouth, and immediately took Ning Zhongze's breast into his mouth. He licked her soft breasts with his tongue, caressing her full, supple bosom, while gently stroking her other breast with his other hand. Her breasts were firm, exceptionally full and elastic to the touch; his hand pressed against them, immediately bouncing back. Linghu Chong gently licked her snow-white, full nipples, while Ning Zhongze caressed his cheek with her soft hands, the movements exceptionally gentle, filled with deep affection. This made Linghu Chong's heart flutter, and he licked and sucked her nipples even more vigorously.
Her snow-white, full breasts were crowned with bright red cherries, surrounded by a small ring of deep red areolas. These areolas accentuated the pearl-like cherries, a sight Linghu Chong could never tire of, a sight he could never tire of touching. Under Linghu Chong's gentle caresses, her breasts slowly hardened and swelled slightly, making them exceptionally full and round. The bright red cherries, too, gradually became engorged and erect with the touch of his fingers, filled with desire.
"So...so full," Ning Zhongze said, reaching out to tightly embrace Linghu Chong's head, involuntarily pressing her lower body against him. There, a fragrant aroma filled the air, intoxicating and mesmerizing.
Her snow-white, rounded legs had already quietly parted, revealing a captivating vulva, glistening with wet fluid. Hidden beneath the dark thicket, her two large labia, unusually red from engorgement, opened and closed like a blooming night-blooming jasmine, swaying alluringly and exuding a rich floral fragrance.
"So fragrant."
Linghu Chong couldn't resist bending down and gently inhaling. He extended his index finger and lightly touched her labia, drawing out strands of glistening fluid as they trembled. He held his finger to Ning Zhongze's nose: "Master's wife, smell it, the love juice flowing from your lower body smells so good. You…would you like to taste it
?" In the erotic atmosphere, Linghu Chong gradually relaxed his guard. A beautiful flower should be plucked while it's in bloom, lest it wither and fall, leaving only bare branches. Since Ning Zhongze enjoys the pleasures of adultery, he might as well satisfy her. As for Yue Buqun, well, beneath the calm surface of Mount Hua, undercurrents are surging. Feng Buping was likely sent by Zuo Lengchan to incite internal strife within the Mount Hua sect. As for Qinghai Yixiao and his ilk, Zuo Lengchan probably sent them to annihilate the Qi Sect lineage of Mount Hua.
Zuo Lengchan is ruthless. He once ambushed and wiped out Liu Zhengfeng's entire family, weakening Hengshan's strength. Then he sent Feng Buping to deal with Yue Buqun, but failed due to the interference of the Peach Valley Six Immortals. When Yue Buqun led the Mount Hua sect to Fujian, didn't Zuo Lengchan send 15 underworld experts to fight the Mount Hua sect in a dilapidated temple? Only to be defeated again by Linghu Chong, who had mastered the Dugu Nine Swords. It's clear that Zuo Lengchan has long had a plan to deal with the Mount Hua sect; he's simply waiting for the right opportunity. With Yue Buqun's birthday approaching, all the righteous sects of the land have gathered at Mount Hua. This presents a perfect opportunity to use Feng Buping to eliminate Yue Buqun. Zuo Lengchan, likely fearing Feng Buping is no match for Yue Buqun, has secretly sent men to target the Mount Hua disciples, weakening the sect's strength. Dealing with Linghu Chong is probably also part of the plan. After all, the Mount Hua sect has very few true masters. Among Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and their disciples, only Linghu Chong and Lao Denuo are considered
decent fighters; the rest joined later and their swordsmanship is negligible. In that case, Yue Buqun probably won't live past the next couple of days. Since that's the case, he might as well take this opportunity to marry his beautiful master's wife.
Ning Zhongze watched as Linghu Chong, after parting his legs, simply stared blankly at his mysterious genitals. The master's wife felt a mixture of curiosity and unease. As she was secretly speculating, she suddenly saw a wicked smile on Linghu Chong's lips and couldn't help but scold him, "What are you grinning about
?" Linghu Chong extended his right little finger, lightly tracing the blood-red labia majora with his nail, collecting a few drops of saliva, and laughed, "This is a luscious and juicy abalone! Such a juicy and fragrant vagina is truly a sight to behold among thousands of women."
Ning Zhongze's jade-like hand gently caressed her proudly erect breasts, allowing her heart, which had been in her throat, to settle back into her stomach. She gave Linghu Chong a coquettish glance: "You're so annoying, you scared me to death! I thought... I thought my youth had faded, and I had no more attraction. Am I... am my cunt pretty
?" Ning Zhongze had been using foul language frequently lately.
"Beautiful! To be honest, I've never seen a woman as alluring as you, nor have I ever seen a woman who knows how to accentuate her figure so well!"
Linghu Chong exclaimed in amazement.
"Accurately accentuate her figure
?" Ning Zhongze was taken aback.
"You mean those tight-fitting clothes? Look at your pants, they perfectly showcase your graceful figure. Slender, long calves, round, high buttocks, light steps, a gentle sway of your waist—it's absolutely mesmerizing. And the edge of your underpants is faintly visible on your buttocks, it's incredibly sexy!"
Linghu Chong praised each feature meticulously.
"You...you noticed all of that. Good heavens, I've been wearing this tight-fitting outfit for three or four years, no, five or six years! You...you're the first person to say that! The first person to appreciate me like that! I still have some leather clothes; I'll wear them for you when I have the chance. Those clothes can lift my breasts high, make them look big, and also wrap my buttocks up round."
Ning Zhongze said happily, like a girl eager to share her secret, adorably naive and incredibly cute.
"Alright, but let me taste this abalone first."
With Linghu Chong's voice, a billowing breath of hot air enveloped the labia majora, instantly shrouding the mysterious passage in mist. In the light smoke, amidst the overflowing floral fragrance and glistening dew, the two bright red labia were particularly eye-catching. Beneath the crimson veil, a dark path appeared and disappeared with the trembling of the labia majora, quietly flowing with exquisite nectar, stirring Linghu Chong's heartstrings.
Linghu Chong gently plucked a blade of grass from the ground beneath him. With the tip of the blade, he lightly touched the rosy labia majora. The labia majora, engorged and swollen with passion, suddenly trembled and contracted, instantly exposing the fleshy passage. Above the passage, a pink and moist clitoris protruded slightly, containing tiny air bubbles.
"You...your entrance is so small!"
Linghu Chong exclaimed in surprise. The opening was about the size of a peanut, even narrower than Yue Lingshan's.
"You...you tease it, it...this little hole will get bigger,"
Ning Zhongze said shyly. She felt as if Linghu Chong was gently teasing her labia majora with a thin needle tip; it wasn't the stinging pain of a needle, but rather like an electric shock. A slight swelling, and a rapid current quickly passed through her labia majora, over her lower abdomen, and rushed straight to her brain; the inner scream grew stronger and stronger.
This time, Linghu Chong no longer teased the labia majora. He used his hands to pry open the two blood-red labia, gently pricking the tip of the grass against the slightly protruding clitoris. The tender clitoris immediately contracted, and the narrow vaginal canal suddenly widened considerably. Ning Zhongze cried out in a soft voice, "Ah...you...you're making me so itchy and numb, hurry...hurry up and put your penis in, insert...insert me..."
Linghu Chong had already gotten used to Ning Zhongze's wantonness. He teased, "Look how thick my penis is, and how narrow your vaginal canal is. This...this will hurt you a lot when I pound it. I'd better think of another way to make it even bigger."
As he spoke, he pulled over a foxtail grass from the side. The foxtail grass had thin leaves and stems, but its head was fuzzy, like a small brush.
The small brush gently swished across the fleshy nipples, and Ning Zhongze couldn't help but moan softly. Her two snow-white thighs suddenly straddled Linghu Chong's shoulders, tightly clamping his head between them. Her snowy buttocks trembled in the air, as if trying to dodge, but more like welcoming him. The rich fragrance of flowers grew stronger.
"Chong'er, insert me, insert me hard... I can't take it anymore..."
the woman said, panting heavily as her lower body trembled.
"You're clamping me so tightly, do you want me to use my tongue to serve you
?" "No... no... your... your penis."
As she spoke, the woman loosened her thighs, her vagina wide open, anticipating the arrival of pleasure.
Linghu Chong chuckled. He sat up, his large penis erect, hovering near her vagina, but not penetrating her. Ning Zhongze grew anxious. She suddenly sat up, pushed Linghu Chong aside with one hand, and, with the other, guided his large penis to her vagina, slammed it down.
"Ah...
" Ning Zhongze cried out, the fullness in her lower body giving her immense pleasure. She trembled, her body bouncing up and down like a galloping horse.
Linghu Chong was stunned. Wasn't this the "Jade Maiden Riding" position from the Seventy-Two Forms? He cheered excitedly, his hands busy climbing up her breasts, squeezing and kneading her full, white breasts, as if trying to burst them open.
"Ah...it's bleeding."
Lost in his kneading, Linghu Chong suddenly noticed that the wound at the cleavage, which had just begun to heal, was now bleeding profusely.
Unconcerned with the wildness of the ride, Ning Zhongze gasped, "Chong'er... let me... let me shed some blood for you..."
As she spoke, she suddenly pulled Linghu Chong, who was lying on the ground, to his feet and kissed him passionately.
It was an intoxicatingly pleasurable experience. Linghu Chong pushed off with his legs, lifting Ning Zhongze to his feet. His hands gripped her slender waist tightly, raising her high, suspending her in mid-air as if she were flying. Just as his penis was about to leave her moist, warm passage, he exerted a sudden force, causing her body to plummet to the ground with tremendous acceleration. A single thrust, right to the heart of her flower! This was during the ascent of "Jade Maiden Flying Immortal," one of the seventy-two moves. Ning Zhongze, her head held high, her slightly damp hair hanging low in mid-air, cascaded down as she descended, some strands even reaching in front of Linghu Chong. The ticklish sensation was incredibly provocative. Linghu Chong couldn't resist leaning forward and biting his master's wife's erect, firm nipple. As her body rose and fell, the breast he was biting was pulled down and up, while the other full breast bounced up and down like a little rabbit. Amidst the constant pleasure emanating from her lower body, this slight pain didn't diminish her passion; instead, it further stimulated her desire.
Looking at his master's wife's ecstatic expression, listening to her hysterical moans, and hearing the soft "plop, plop" sounds emanating from her vagina, Linghu Chong was intoxicated. A surge of conquering pleasure welled up within him. A man should bring pleasure to the woman beneath him. Tonight, he would completely conquer Ning Zhongze!
He channeled his inner energy, one hand gripping his master's wife's slender waist, continuing his ascension to immortality; the other hand slid down her snowy buttocks, extending two fingers to separate Ning Zhongze's plump, rounded buttocks, and using one finger to begin probing her anus.
Three forces attacked simultaneously, frantically assaulting his beautiful master's wife. Her vagina was filled with continuous pleasure, her anus with a strange and wonderful fullness, and her breasts with a slight, pulling pain. Overwhelmed by these three sensations, Ning Zhongze let out a soft moan of pleasure, her vagina involuntarily overflowing with fluid as she awaited her climax. In that split second, taking advantage of the overflowing fluid, Linghu Chong's hard, large penis thrust upwards with tremendous force.
"Ah..."
Ning Zhongze screamed, her entire body convulsing as if in an epileptic seizure.
Linghu Chong released her breasts and kissed her fragrant lips passionately. His hands once again rested on her waist. This time, his thrusts were no longer like a storm, but slow and steady, yet continuous, pushing Ning Zhongze to the peak of pleasure and the depths of desire.
As the wife of "Gentleman Sword," Ning Zhongze had never been so seductive and wanton. In fact, because Yue Buqun wasn't particularly enthusiastic about sex (as evidenced by his unwavering return to the womb; a normal man with such a beautiful wife, even if he didn't die from exhaustion, would often have a passionate encounter. Who would want to become a eunuch?), Ning Zhongze was often unsatisfied. She had never experienced Linghu Chong's thick, long, and powerful penis, nor his breathtakingly skillful technique. Under Linghu Chong's forceful thrusts, she trembled and cried out, "Oh...oh...I can't take it...you're going to...kill me...ah...I can't take it...Chong'er...you...you have mercy on me...have mercy on me!"
"Call me husband!" Linghu
Chong suddenly jerked his hips again. His hard penis unhesitatingly squeezed into her muddy, wet vagina.
"Ah...good husband, good husband, you...you're making me...I can't take it anymore!"
Her eyes were half-closed, her face flushed, her arms tightly wrapped around Linghu Chong's shoulders and neck. Her warm, moist tongue was locked in a passionate embrace with his large tongue, and she moaned softly. Her slender waist and snowy buttocks swayed gently, responding to Linghu Chong's thrusts. Her long, shapely legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, rubbing against him like an octopus, clinging to his strong body and enjoying the wonderful sensation of his large penis riding inside her
. Linghu Chong abruptly placed Ning Zhongze on the ground, then forcefully and rapidly pulled her body, thrusting violently as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he penetrated her alluring depths. Ning Zhongze was driven to ecstasy by the penetration, her hair disheveled, panting heavily, moaning softly, her eyes glazed over, her whole body in blissful pleasure, her clothes soaked with fragrant sweat and vaginal fluid. She convulsed in waves, tightly embracing Linghu Chong's waist and back, her hot love juices gushing forth once more. Afei felt an unbearable tingling sensation on his penis, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, erupting like a volcano, spraying out scalding lava, shooting pleasurably deep into Ning Zhongze's love hole. The two embraced and climbed to the peak of passion together…
A fierce battle, love juices flowing freely, fragrant sweat dripping
. Ning Zhongze nestled in Linghu Chong's arms, her jade-like hands caressing his strong, broad chest. Her face was flushed, her eyes slightly closed, her languid expression brimming with extraordinary charm.
"Ze'er, is it comfortable
?" Linghu Chong teased.
Ning Zhongze's beautiful eyes darted around, looking at the proud Linghu Chong, and suddenly she blushed. She sat up abruptly, silently pulling on her undergarment and putting on her clothes one by one.
Ning Zhongze transformed instantly from a wanton, wanton woman into a dignified master's wife, making Linghu Chong uneasy. He quickly sat up, put his arm around Ning Zhongze's fragrant shoulder, and asked, "Ze'er, what's wrong
? " Ning Zhongze paused, took a deep breath, and her fair breasts bounced slightly. She calmed herself and said in a low voice, "I am your master's wife, and you are my son-in-law. From now on, our... our status has been set long ago, and we will have no further contact."
"That...that won't do, Ze'er, I...I love you,"
Linghu Chong said.
Ning Zhongze calmly said, "Today was just...just an accident. We can't be together. You...you should treat Shan'er well."
"This isn't an accident, it's our destiny. We are destined to be together, why can't we be together
?" Linghu Chong said urgently. This was the first woman he wanted to possess completely, but he couldn't have her. How could he not be anxious? How could he give up
? He grabbed Ning Zhongze's arm and pulled her tightly into his embrace. He said, "You...you love me, don't you? Your reaction just now...
" "I don't love you, I only love my master. Just now... just now, just treat it as a dream. Treat it as a beautiful dream."
Ning Zhongze shook her head painfully.
"You admit that what just happened was beautiful, then why don't you want to stay with me forever? Didn't you just say you would wear leather clothes and show me your body? Why are you denying it now
?" "I... I can't betray my husband, I can't betray Lingshan. You... you should do something for the righteous path of the martial world. If you keep indulging in lust, then... then wouldn't that be wasting your life's good martial arts skills?"
Ning Zhongze comforted him.
Yue Buqun, Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable hatred welling up in his heart. If Yue Buqun were in front of him, Linghu Chong would probably have already drawn his sword and cut him into ten pieces.
Just as Linghu Chong was stunned, suddenly a noisy voice came from afar
. It turned out that Yue Buqun had heard from his disciples that Linghu Chong and Ning Zhongze had fallen off a cliff. Although Yue Buqun hated Linghu Chong intensely, he still had deep feelings for Ning Zhongze; otherwise, he wouldn't have hesitated so much about whether to castrate himself after obtaining the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.
Chapters 1867 and 1868: The Gentle and Shy Master's Wife
"Master, there were voices in that cave just now. It must be Master's Wife and Senior Brother! Let's go check it out!" Lu Dayou said.
"Alright, all of you draw your swords. If you see that wicked disciple Linghu Chong, kill him directly. Don't worry about your Master's Wife!"
"Yes, Master!" Lu Dayou agreed, though reluctant. ... Just
as Linghu Chong and Ning Zhongze were entwined in the cave, Yue Buqun and the others quickly arrived. Ning Zhongze was startled by the voices and quickly grabbed an outer garment to cover herself.
She had just put on her outer garment when Yue Buqun and the others arrived at the cave entrance, just in time to see Linghu Chong naked, embracing Ning Zhongze.
"You wicked disciple! What have you done!" Seeing the scene before him, smelling the pervasive scent of lust, seeing the scattered pieces of clothing, and even his wife Ning Zhongze's undergarments still in Linghu Chong's hands, Yue Buqun knew exactly what had happened. His eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling, and he was on the verge of collapse.
"Senior Brother, how could you do such an outrageous and immoral thing with your master's wife?" Lu Dayou, standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer.
Linghu Chong felt some shame when he saw Yue Buqun, but the thought of Yue Buqun wanting to kill him filled him with rage. Moreover, a crazy thought lingered in his mind: to confess to his master Yue Buqun in front of him that he and his master's wife had committed an illicit affair
… How exciting that would be! How exhilarating! Linghu Chong thought Yue Buqun must be furious right now. His usually gentle and dignified wife had actually cheated on him with his unfilial disciple.
Thinking this, Linghu Chong grabbed his master's wife's soft, slender waist, then looked at Yue Buqun provocatively and laughed loudly, "Master, my master's wife and I are mutually in love. Before, you wouldn't acknowledge me as your son-in-law, but now that Ze'er and I have consummated our marriage, according to seniority, I'm your junior brother! Now, you have no right to lecture me!"
Ning Zhongze's jade-like face was flushed red. Having been seen having an affair with her son-in-law by her husband and disciples, the usually traditional, gentle, and virtuous woman was filled with shame and embarrassment, even contemplating suicide
! “Chong’er, you…” Ning Zhongze felt a pang of pity seeing Linghu Chong so desperately trying to provoke Yue Buqun, but she knew she was in the wrong first, having committed incest, and had no right to say anything. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Ning Zhongze remained silent.
Seeing Ning Zhongze's silence, Yue Buqun assumed she tacitly approved of Linghu Chong's words. At this moment, he trembled all over, his face flushed red, his internal energy surging, and he was on the verge of a qi deviation.
"Ning Zhongze, I was truly blind to have married such a harlot! I'll kill you two! Anyone who dares to tell anyone about what happened today, I'll kill them!" Yue Buqun, enraged and laughing, pointed at Linghu Chong and Ning Zhongze. Suddenly, his face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood: he had been angered by Linghu Chong and suffered internal injuries!
"Yue Buqun, you hypocrite! What right do you have to accuse me and my master's wife! You spout righteousness all day, yet you slander your own disciple for stealing the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, and you even collude with that scoundrel Zuo Lengchan to frame your own disciple! Fellow disciples, listen to me! Yue Buqun values his reputation above all else. Even if he kills me and my master's wife today, he won't let you go. He doesn't trust anyone! And I guarantee you: if you help me kill Yue Buqun, I can teach you the 'Purple Cloud Divine Skill'! The Huashan Sect doesn't belong to Yue Buqun alone. You know how he's treated you all these years. He'll sacrifice anyone for power! Only I, Linghu Chong, can bring glory to Huashan. Once I become the sect leader, I can govern Huashan with you, overthrow Zuo Lengchan, and form a brand new Five Mountains Alliance! We can even wipe out the Demonic Sect and become the leader of the martial arts world!"
"Linghu Chong
..." "You...you..." Yue Buqun hadn't expected Linghu Chong to turn the tables on him. His anger had already injured his internal organs, temporarily preventing him from using his full power. He was also very guilty, as Linghu Chong's words were largely true, and Yue Buqun was worried that the Huashan disciples would attack him.
"Yes...Senior Brother is right!" As soon as Linghu Chong finished speaking, the Huashan disciples began to whisper among themselves. They had noticed Yue Buqun's actions, but due to his status, they had always dared not speak out. Now, considering the various stakes and the current situation, the promise of the *Zixia Divine Skill* manual by Linghu Chong also tempted them—a divine skill that previously only the sect leader could cultivate! Soon, Lu Dayou and others began to defect.
"You wicked disciples, do you all want to rebel? Be careful, or I'll wipe you all out when I get back!" Seeing his disciples all drawing their swords and pointing them at him, Yue Buqun became even more furious, feeling utterly abandoned by his followers.
"Master, this is the last time we'll call you Master! Eldest Brother is right, Mount Hua doesn't belong to you alone. For the rise and fall of Mount Hua, we have no choice but to sacrifice you and help Eldest Brother become the sect leader!" Lu Dayou said expressionlessly, looking at Yue Buqun.
"Fine, very well, then I'll kill you all!" Yue Buqun shouted, quickly drawing his sword and thrusting it straight at Linghu Chong. He hated Linghu Chong, the culprit, so much that he wanted to tear him apart and sleep with him, so he showed no mercy and every move was meant to kill.
"Junior brothers, Mount Hua Sword Formation!" Linghu Chong shouted, leaping aside Yue Buqun's sword energy, and stood with Lu Dayou and the others, forming a circle and arranging themselves in a sword formation to fight Yue Buqun.
The Huashan Sword Formation is renowned throughout the martial arts world, the most famous sword formation in Jianghu. Just now, Lu Dayou and his group of third-rate martial artists, having formed the formation, were able to fight Ning Zhongze, a first-rate martial artist, to a standstill. Now, with the addition of Linghu Chong, a master, the formation's power has increased even further. Meanwhile, Yue Buqun, having suffered a severe internal injury from his anger, can only use about seven-tenths of his power. With this imbalance, Linghu Chong and his group clearly have the advantage.
Soon, after thirty moves, Yue Buqun's clothes were riddled with holes, suffering serious internal injuries.
"Chong'er, stop! He's your master! You can't treat him like this!" Seeing Yue Buqun surrounded and clearly outmatched by his disciples, Ning Zhongze, remembering their twenty years of marriage, felt a pang of sympathy and couldn't help but try to plead for Yue Buqun.
“Master’s wife, it’s not that we don’t want to give up, it’s just that Yue Buqun is so aggressive! Now that he knows about our relationship, he will never forgive us! If we don’t kill him today, we’ll be the ones who die later!” Linghu Chong suppressed his guilt and shouted, “Junior brothers, gather all your strength and kill Yue Buqun!”
“Yes, senior brother!” the crowd shouted.
At this, Yue Buqun immediately couldn’t hold on any longer. He was stabbed several times, and his clothes were soaked with blood. Seeing an opening in Yue Buqun’s defenses, Linghu Chong was overjoyed. He immediately used a self-inflicted injury technique, spinning in the air, holding his sword with both hands, pointing it directly at Yue Buqun, and then aiming at his heart, he stabbed down while spinning in the air.
“No—!” Ning Zhongze saw Yue Buqun being stabbed and tried to stop him, but it was too late. She could only watch helplessly as Linghu Chong pierced Yue Buqun’s heart.
"You—" Yue Buqun stared in disbelief at the sword in his chest, trying to pull away, but a sharp, intense pain shot through him.
"Master, I'm sorry! Go in peace. I will take good care of Master's wife. I will love her wholeheartedly. I will bring glory to Mount Hua and unify the martial world!" Linghu Chong said, then pulled the sword from Yue Buqun's body.
With the sword withdrawn, a spurt of hot blood gushed out, and Yue Buqun quickly breathed his last!
"Senior Brother, I'm sorry!" Ning Zhongze watched helplessly as Yue Buqun died, bursting into tears. The other Mount Hua disciples were also slightly saddened, after all, Yue Buqun had raised them.
"Senior Brother, no, Sect Leader, what should we do next! What should we do with Master's wife?" Lu Dayou was the most rational among the disciples, and he quickly regained his composure.
"My master's wife is now the woman I love most, and I will marry her in the future! You must treat her with the same respect as before, as if she were the sect leader! As for the next plan, we must first arrange Master's funeral, and then you should concentrate on cultivating the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, striving to reach the minor completion level within three years. Then, on the day of the Five Mountains Alliance, we will defeat Zuo Lengchan's Songshan Sect honorably, become the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, and then reign supreme in the entire martial arts world!"
"Yes, Sect Leader!" the Huashan disciples shouted in unison.
"Now you can take Yue Buqun's corpse and leave! Tell everyone that Lin Pingzhi killed Master; make up your own reasons!" Linghu Chong said authoritatively.
The poor, handsome Lin Pingzhi thus became Linghu Chong's scapegoat without even realizing it, and would soon be the target of the entire martial arts world's condemnation.
"As the sect leader commands!"...
Only Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong remained in the cave. Ning Zhongze wept bitterly, and Linghu Chong, unsure how to comfort his master's wife, could only quietly stay by her side.
After an unknown amount of time, Linghu Chong saw that his master's wife had finally stopped crying, and he quickly tried to embrace Ning Zhongze.
Ning Zhongze broke free from his embrace, put on her clothes, picked up her longsword, and glanced back forlornly at the dejected man. Finally, she gritted her teeth, turned, and left.
In the mountains, Linghu Chong watched the receding figure, a sense of bewilderment washing over him. Since descending the mountain, he had faced constant danger, yet his martial arts always seemed to break through in moments of crisis. Relying on his profound internal energy, he had completely mastered the Hengshan Falling Goose Sword Technique, transforming a single thrust into nine sword strikes. This level of skill was probably comparable to that of Master Mo Da, the Hengshan sect leader, and even surpassed that of Liu Zhengfeng. With such high-level kung fu, the Liu family tragedy should have been averted. But what use would such high-level kung fu be, besides protecting the Liu family? Suddenly, he shook his head violently. He was now the head of the Huashan Sect; no one could control his life or death anymore. A true man acts according to his own will; he does what he wants, and it's none of anyone else's business. He stood up, put on his clothes, picked up his longsword, and headed towards Huashan. "Master's wife, I will make sure you stay with me forever."
At dawn, Ning Zhongze finally returned to her residence on Ziliu Street. She pushed open the gate and saw Yue Lingshan pacing anxiously back and forth in the courtyard. Seeing her enter alone, Yue Lingshan ran past like a swallow returning to its nest. However, after only a couple of steps, her brow furrowed slightly as the pain of her deflowering forced her to slow her pace. Her anxious voice rang out: "Mother, you're injured… Father is dead! I heard Lin Pingzhi killed him! Waaah… Why didn't Senior Brother come back with you
?" Ning Zhongze's pale face suddenly flushed with a bewitching red: "He… he has some other matters to attend to. He'll probably be back soon."
Yue Lingshan asked nervously, "Mother, is Senior Brother injured?"
"No, don't overthink it. He's perfectly fine. By the way, let's rest for a bit. After breakfast, let's hurry back to Mount Hua. Tomorrow is your father's funeral. Go and help your senior brothers prepare!"
"Yes… Mother…
" The next day, Linghu Chong, dressed in mourning clothes, buried Yue Buqun on a side peak of Mount Hua. The third day, he officially took over the leadership of Mount Hua. Despite the magnitude of the event, the martial arts guests who came to offer their congratulations didn't leave until the third day, when they gradually began to descend the mountain.
On the side peak of Mount Hua, Ning Zhongze, heartbroken by the sudden tragedy, hadn't eaten in a long time. She sat motionless in a stone pavilion halfway up the mountain.
"Master's wife, don't be sad. Eat something. But Master will be sad if he sees this," Linghu Chong couldn't help but urge her.
"Mother, eat something."
Yue Lingshan, dressed in mourning clothes, also tried to persuade her.
"Just two days ago it was a joyous occasion, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a tragic funeral. Alas, Senior Brother, how could you leave us like this?
" Ning Zhongze said sorrowfully, "Chong'er, Shan'er, you may not know, but back then, Senior Brother and I often came here, but in the blink of an eye, we are separated by life and death, never to meet again."
"Mother, you...you mustn't be too sad. You...this...even Father would be heartbroken if he knew you were like this!"
"Mother, please eat something..."
The disciples all chimed in, trying to persuade her.
Ning Zhongze sighed deeply, her empty gaze sweeping across the faces of her disciples. After a long while, she finally said, "You all go back. Chong'er can stay and keep me company."
Linghu Chong was taken aback, but said aloud, "Fellow disciples, Shan'er, you all go back first. I'll stay here with Master's wife."
Seeing Ning Zhongze's insistence, Ling Shan and the others had no choice but to agree. Before leaving, Yue Lingshan secretly gave Linghu Chong a meaningful look, reminding him to take good care of his mother.
The sun set, the evening glow filling the sky. The afterglow of the setting sun scattered across the misty peaks of Mount Hua, creating strange colors amidst the clouds. Green mountains stood tall, and weary birds returned to their nests. Ning Zhongze's hair was simply styled in a bun, adorned with an ordinary jade hairpin. Her face was serene, her fair complexion untouched by makeup. Her long, slender eyebrows rose like wisps of smoke, then gently curved downwards. Beneath her long, delicate eyelashes were bright eyes, like stars, radiating tranquility. Her nose was slightly upturned, and a faint sadness lingered at the corners of her lips. She wore simple white clothes, yet the loose garments couldn't conceal her alluring figure; her breasts were still high and full, her hips round and prominent, and she wore white shoes. A mountain breeze stirred, causing her sleeves to flutter, making her steep breasts even more prominent, and her flat stomach fully exposed. Her trousers clung tightly to her long, shapely legs, forming a perfect curve from top to bottom. The hems of her trousers danced in the wind, revealing her fair, slightly pink ankles.
Like Xi Shi, the West Lake is beautiful whether adorned or plain. Whether dressed in black or plain clothes, Ning Zhongze always exudes a mature charm that is exceptionally alluring. Linghu Chong gently stepped forward and couldn't resist reaching out to caress Ning Zhongze's slender waist.
Ning Zhongze suddenly said, "Chong'er, from now on, I'm entrusting Shan'er to your care."
Linghu Chong was stunned, and said in astonishment, "Master's wife, please don't have any other thoughts. I...I...can't live without you."
Ning Zhongze turned her head and said calmly, "Your master is gone, and I must follow him. You..."
Linghu Chong reached out and grabbed Ning Zhongze's arm, pulling her tightly into his embrace: "Master's wife, I swore to my master that I would take good care of you. You haven't eaten for two days, and I cherish you more than anyone else."
Ning Zhongze reached out and gently stroked Linghu Chong's handsome face: "Chong'er, don't talk nonsense. We can't be together! You should just...mmm..."
Linghu Chong, ignoring her pleas, forcefully kissed Ning Zhongze's lips. This is truly: The master's wife is grieving and won't eat, the son-in-law is flustered and confused; to know what the son-in-law will do, please read the next chapter!
Inside the Guanyun Pavilion on the side peak of Mount Hua, two figures were intertwined, pressed tightly together, their shadows stretched long in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Chong'er, don't do this. Your master... your master is watching us. We can't betray your master."
Ning Zhongze finally broke free from Linghu Chong's forceful kiss, but her shapely body still leaned weakly against the man's warm and strong embrace, exuding a strong masculine aura. "Master's wife, what do you think of Master's treatment of you?"
A sly glint flashed in Linghu Chong's eyes.
"Senior brother, senior brother is naturally very good to me,"
Ning Zhongze said quickly, though in her heart she didn't truly believe it. In public, they were an enviable, harmonious couple; the husband was the renowned Gentleman Swordsman, and the wife was a beautiful and charming woman—a perfect match. Outsiders could see that Yue Buqun was a hypocrite, let alone her. Their private life wasn't as glamorous as it appeared; they often argued. But now that he was dead, all the memories suddenly became beautiful.
"I guess Master was also very good to you. He certainly wouldn't want to see you so heartbroken."
Linghu Chong's voice was low, seemingly recalling the past, but his large hand, around Ning Zhongze's waist, gently massaged her slender waist through her plain clothes. The warmth from his hands gradually warmed her trembling body in the gentle mountain breeze.
"Master is gone, we are all very sad, but the most disappointed is Master himself. Master's wife, what do you think Master wanted to do most in his life?"
"Yes, to revitalize the Huashan Sect,"
Ning Zhongze said.
"That statement is both right and wrong. It's right in that Master truly hoped to revitalize Mount Hua, but it's wrong in that I think what Master most wanted was to live a carefree life on Mount Hua, free from fame and fortune, and act as he pleased. The title of 'Gentleman Sword of Mount Hua' probably exhausted him both physically and mentally. Master's wife, over the years, have you ever seen Master smile happily
?" Linghu Chong asked gently.
"Alas, your Master shouldered heavy responsibilities, exhausting himself to revitalize Mount Hua. Since becoming the sect leader, when has he ever truly been happy
?" Ning Zhongze sighed deeply. She suddenly felt that the past had been so oppressive, so suffocating.
"Master is gone, Master's wife. Why must you follow in his footsteps? Why must you carry so many constraints? Why not let go of your worries, live happily, and do whatever you want?"
"..." Linghu Chong spoke slowly and deliberately.
His words were like a spring breeze, blowing into Ning Zhongze's heart. Yes, why must she suffer like this? Why couldn't she let go? Why...? Suddenly, the image of that immoral night at the bottom of the cliff flashed into her mind: her alluring master's wife being thrust into by her vigorous disciple on three fronts, reaching climax. Suddenly, her pretty face flushed red, her fair complexion as if painted with a touch of crimson, like a newly blossoming peach blossom. Her shy, feminine demeanor stirred Linghu Chong's heart. His master's wife was truly a beauty; beneath her dignified bearing, she exuded a unique mature woman's charm.
"Gulp."
Linghu Chong couldn't help but swallow.
The sound wasn't loud, but the surroundings were completely silent, and the two were embracing, so Ning Zhongze heard it clearly. She knew what the man's sounds meant, and she seemed to feel the movement of his penis in her lower body—like an iron rod being drawn, a sword being unsheathed. A strange tension welled up inside her, and she shifted, preparing to struggle free from Linghu Chong's embrace. But the man's arms suddenly tightened like an iron gate, locking her firmly in front of him.
The strong masculine scent wafted over, making her face feel hot and tingly, and her earlobes itchy. She trembled and quickly lowered her head. But one of the man's hands gently slid up from below, supporting her slightly chubby chin. The beautiful teacher's wife involuntarily raised her face again.
In the setting sun, the man's bronze skin was flushed with the rosy glow of the sunset, and his bright eyes held five parts passion and five parts deep affection. Those eyes, like deep stars in the night sky, cleansed the heart while giving a strong sense of security. Under that burning gaze, Master's wife's face gradually flushed red. Under his deep, affectionate gaze, her heart slowly began to flutter.
"Master's wife, you are so beautiful. You are the most... the most dignified and most alluring woman I have ever seen." These
sweet words, never before heard from her, rang in her ears. A secret joy welled up within her, but she deliberately said, "Then... then Shan'er..."
"Shan'er, Shan'er is the most beautiful woman,"
Linghu Chong said with a smile.
Master's wife was taken aback, and couldn't help but gently pinch Linghu Chong's waist: "Do you prepare this set for every woman
?" "Of course not. Only women who can reach the depths of my soul receive this treatment. Master's wife, you are the one who has reached the deepest."
"Am I better than Shan'er
?" "Shan'er is a newly opened jasmine flower, while you are a blooming night-blooming jasmine. Your fragrance is overflowing, refreshing the heart."
As he spoke, Linghu Chong slightly arched his back, his erect penis gently pressing against the mysterious spot between Master's wife's legs.
Ning Zhongze's eyes flickered, she glared at Linghu Chong, and said shyly, "You...you're so annoying."
Her heart was half shy, half expectant.
Linghu Chong whispered in Ning Zhongze's ear, "Master's wife, have you been thinking about my big cock these past few days?"
The vulgar words shattered Ning Zhongze's already rippling defenses. The word "Master's wife" was like an electric shock, stirring up those immoral memories. The pleasure of their affair resurfaced instantly, and her once dignified expression became hazy. She was slightly breathless: "Chong'er, I... let's go back."
"Then are you still going to commit suicide
?" "No, no more."
The master's wife whispered.
"Then, what about it
?" Linghu Chong pressed his large penis against the master's wife's genitals again.
"You, you go find Lingshan."
"Lingshan is too delicate, her pussy is so narrow and shallow, I haven't even had my fill before she's already climaxed. What... what should we do? If I can't do it, shouldn't Mother take my place?"
Linghu Chong chuckled softly.
Ning Zhongze's body stiffened slightly. The rough flirting had stirred her heart, arousing her primal desires. Ning Zhongze was outwardly dignified and her character was also very bold; she was a true heroine. However, for some reason, in bed, she always preferred to hear crude words. Her husband, Yue Buqun, didn't know this, but Linghu Chong, who had only been with Ning Zhongze once, understood it perfectly. Ning Zhongze could be considered a rare beauty; in public, she was dignified and elegant, but in bed, she was undeniably seductive.
The son-in-law's flirtation stirred a similar feeling within Ning Zhongze. She was momentarily unsure whether to refuse or agree. Nodding felt wrong to her, yet refusing seemed unwilling. It was a truly difficult choice.
Chapter 1870: The Gentle and Shy Master's Wife
The Western Mountain stood majestically, the sky ablaze with colorful clouds, a gentle mountain breeze causing clothes to flutter.
Ning Zhongze didn't move, but Linghu Chong lowered his head and kissed her. His fiery lips met a cool touch; his master's wife's slightly faded red lips were icy, like her body, trembling slightly in the mountain breeze. Linghu Chong's tongue lightly touched hers, and his master's wife let out a soft moan. Her red lips parted, revealing a sliver of her two rows of white teeth guarding her mouth. Linghu Chong's tongue stubbornly darted out, his shallow white teeth scraping tightly against her smooth tongue, leaving two neat rows of teeth marks. The tongue, playful as ever, slipped past the barrier, curling upwards to lick the roof of Linghu Chong's mouth, making that moist area feel numb and tingly. The woman's tongue couldn't resist rushing forward, making intimate contact with Linghu Chong's.
Linghu Chong smiled, about to kiss her forcefully. But the woman playfully closed her teeth, gently biting Linghu Chong's tongue, and even winked mischievously.
Linghu Chong released the woman's body, cupping her face tightly in his hands, lowering his head until foreheads touched, noses almost touching. He began to suckle with abandon. The mistress's eyes glazed over. The instant their foreheads touched, she felt their hearts merge. As their noses brushed, she felt the air he exhaled being drawn in, and the air she exhaled being drawn in—they were breathing as one. Their teeth parted, and the mistress couldn't resist returning the kiss. Her tongue intertwined with Linghu Chong's, and she passionately plunged it into his mouth, sucking. Between soft gasps, she pulled Linghu Chong's hand and pressed it against her breast: "Chong'er, touch me!"
Linghu Chong's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning, his whole body filled with pleasure. The highest stage of flirting was getting a woman to open her heart and actively reciprocate. But the person in his arms was Ning Zhongze. Linghu Chong smiled: "Master's wife, where do you want your disciple to touch
?" "Touch, touch my breasts."
"Oh, breasts, what else are breasts called
?" "Call them, call them nipples.
" Ning Zhongze said shyly.
"Hehe, that's right, but how can I touch you through your clothes? Master's wife, do you have to take your clothes off yourself so I can feel you?"
"You, you're so annoying!"
"There's no one around here, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, our skills are so high, even if someone is there, we can sense them beforehand. Look at the beautiful green mountains and the rosy sunset, isn't it a great pleasure to show off your charming figure in such a beautiful setting?"
Linghu Chong's sweet words flowed like a warm current into Ning Zhongze's heart, making it impossible for her to refuse, nor did she want to. She gently tugged at her clothes, preparing to remove them, but Linghu Chong chuckled, "Wait. Master's wife, I want to learn the Jade Maiden Sword Technique from you. Could you demonstrate it while you're undressing
?" "You, you're such a rascal,"
Ning Zhongze said shyly. But she unconsciously glanced around, as if she were truly preparing to perform this striptease sword technique.
Linghu Chong smiled, "Master's wife, this place is extremely dangerous. There's only one path down the mountain. If there were other people, we would have found us much sooner. Don't worry."
Ning Zhongze's cheeks flushed red. "Pah! Did I ever say I wanted to practice this sword technique
?" "Master's wife, if you don't teach me this Huashan sword technique, I'll be the Huashan sect leader in name only. Alas, I wonder if Master can rest in peace in the afterlife."
Linghu Chong said sadly.
Ning Zhongze's heart stirred. She felt a pang of pity, and a strange feeling. Yue Buqun's name flashed through her mind, but deep down, she thought of that secret night on Mount Taihua.
Ning Zhongze, sword in hand, her eyes brimming with affection and her cheeks flushed, said, "Chong'er, watch your master demonstrate this Jade Maiden Sword Technique for you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Zhongze's right foot touched the ground, and her body leaped lightly from the pavilion like a swallow skimming the water. She lay flat in mid-air, her head and legs arched high, forming a bow shape, her wide white robe fluttering in the mountain breeze. Because her legs were raised, the hem of the robe slipped down her jade-like legs, revealing a pair of black trousers. These trousers clung tightly to her legs, accentuating their beautiful curves, which widened from the ankles, forming an alluring oval shape near the center of her calves. The tight-fitting trousers were made of the finest light gauze, with strands of gold thread woven into them, shimmering in the sunlight and revealing glimpses of her fair and delicate thighs in the shade.
She hovered in mid-air, her right wrist flicking, sending her longsword flashing forward in a circular motion. Her left hand discreetly rested on her abdomen, gently loosening her belt. She tossed the belt, adorned with a white jade pendant, to Linghu Chong with a seductive air, and cried out, "Watch closely, this is the first move: White Cloud Emerging from the Mountain."
The shimmering circle, sparkling with sword light in the rosy glow, resembled a beautiful white cloud.

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