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Ten Scenes of Silk ( V )
=== ... Although not very loud, it could be clearly heard in the quiet night, echoing the waves of the lake , its sound reaching the ears. Wen Yuan's heart stirred, and he thought to himself, "Where did such exquisite music come from?" Stepping out of the cabin, the sound of a pipa from the lake shore through the mist, like weeping and lamenting, like resentment and longing. A piece titled "Autumn Moon over the Han Palace" expressed the endless sorrow in the heart, and the music was so moving that Wen Yuan listened, completely captivated. He thought to himself, "Although many pipa pieces use the theme of palace lament, and also depict female images such as Zhaojun's lament, Xiangfei's tears, the woman by the dressing table, and the woman who is too lazy to paint her eyebrows, the theme that runs through the entire piece is 'longing for Han.' The ancient masters imbued these palace poems and farewell songs with the profound pain of leaving one's country and the sigh of the fading of prosperity. The pipa's gentleness is the gentleness of 'steel tempered a hundred times to become soft as silk,' not truly the gentleness of a woman. This piece can be so gentle, so full of resentment and longing, it is something that only a woman could achieve." Then the pipa music gradually stopped, and the piece ended. Wen Yuan returned to his cabin, retrieved his zither, and sat upright at the bow . He began to play, his fingers moving with a series of sweeping strokes, producing a piece titled "High Mountains and Flowing Water," flowing smoothly and elegantly, evoking the joy of Bo Ya finding his soulmate , Zhong Ziqi. As he played with fervor, his inner energy flowed, and the zither strings rang out with a resounding melody, truly possessing the grandeur of towering mountains and surging waves. The sound of a pipa followed, also playing "High Mountains and Flowing Water." The zither music, played by the pipa player , was exquisitely refined, depicting a scene of verdant peaks and murmuring streams. Although it lacked the expansive and expressive quality , it was nonetheless intricate and graceful. The two notes harmonized, and in Wen Yuan's mind, it seemed he was walking hand in hand with a young girl amidst the mountains and rivers, expressing his aspirations while she smiled sweetly beside him... When the music of the zither and pipa ceased, Wen Yuan felt incredibly refreshed, all his gloom swept away. With a sudden inspiration, he played a tune called "Guan Ju," silently reciting the lyrics: "Guan guan, the ospreys, on the river's islet. A fair maiden, a gentleman's good match . The watercress grows thick and thin, flowing left and right. A fair maiden, he seeks her waking and sleeping..." The melody resonated with the sentiment of longing. As the "Guanju" melody ended, the sound of the pipa began, taking its melody from the "Zheng Feng" section of the Book of Songs, specifically the poem "Qian Chang": " If you truly miss me, lift your skirt and wade across the Zhen River. If you don't miss me, are there no other men out there, you silly boy! ... If you truly miss me, lift your skirt and wade across the Wei River ..." The lyrics and music, however, carry a mocking tone, implying: "If you truly miss me, lift your skirt and wade across the Zhen River. If you don't miss me, are there no other men out there? You silly boy, you're really quite foolish! ..." The music is light and lively, seemingly both expansive and restrained, extremely beautiful, like a charming young woman standing at a distance, seemingly close yet distant, smiling sweetly. Wen Yuan was startled, his heart fluttering. He thought, "How could I possibly see this woman even across the Zhen River? What difference would it make if I crossed the desolate Northern Sea?" He immediately abandoned his small boat and tried to swim to the lake shore. Suddenly, he thought, "Although this young lady has made such a gesture, if I were to approach her so abruptly in the dead of night, and someone were to see me, wouldn't that damage her reputation? How can I only think of myself and hope for her?" With that thought, he sat down again and played a tune, "Reed Catkins": "The reed catkins are green, the white dew is like frost. The one I long for is on the other side … I trace my steps upstream to find her, but the road is long and difficult. I follow the current downstream to find her, but she seems to be in the middle of the water… The reed catkins are withered, the white dew is not yet…" The melody was ethereal, as if expressing boundless longing to the woman who was audible but unattainable, wanting to leave but leaving the meaning unfinished. When he finished playing, only the sound of the evening breeze rippling on the lake could be heard; all was silent. Wen Yuan was filled with trepidation, wondering what the girl was thinking. After a long while, the sound of a pipa began, still playing a poem from the "Zheng Feng" section, titled "Wind and Rain." The melody subtly conveyed the poem's meaning: "The wind and rain are bleak, the roosters crow incessantly. Now that I have seen my beloved, how can I not be at peace? The wind are fierce, the roosters crow incessantly..." The melody described a cold, windy night, with roosters crowing incessantly, a melancholy mood. But having seen his beloved, what could be unpleasant? The pipa music , tender and affectionate, gradually faded into the distance until it was no longer heard. Wen Yuan stood quietly at the bow of the boat, his heart surging , the lingering sound seemingly still echoing on the lake. As dawn broke, Wen Yuan left the lake to the east, still lost in thought about meeting the girl with music the previous night, unable to forget her . He thought, "I never expected to come to Jiangnan and meet such a talented woman. It's such a pity I couldn't meet her! I wonder if I'll have the chance to meet her again someday." His mind unsettled, he strolled aimlessly, arriving at the outskirts of Hangzhou that afternoon. Looking around, the bluestone path was bustling with people, mostly tourists visiting West Lake. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "People praise West Lake as ' Mountain scenery and lake views follow you at every step, difficult to describe in poetry or painting throughout history.' If I don't see it for myself, wouldn't I regret it?" He immediately put aside his reverie and happily went to tour the lake. His first stop was Bai Causeway. Bai Causeway and Su Causeway cross the lake, dividing West Lake into Inner Lake, Outer Lake, Little South Lake, Yue Lake, and West Inner Lake. Bai Causeway was lined with willows and peach trees, a beautiful sight indeed; truly, the willow branches green, and the peach trees smiled. Wen Yuan strolled leisurely, enjoying the scenery. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Bai Juyi has a poem that says, 'A riot of flowers dazzles the eye, shallow grass barely covers the horse's hooves. I love walking along the eastern shore of the lake, where the white sandbank is shaded by green willows. ' Truly wonderful! Everyone talks about the Ten Scenes of West Lake, but there are far more to see here than just ten." Nearby, under a willow tree, several men and women were chatting and laughing. A scholar-like man, hearing his words, rose and approached him, bowing and smiling, "Young master, are you traveling alone? If you have the leisure, why not join us to enjoy the scenery and chat?" Wen Yuan saw that the man was about forty years old, with a refined appearance and polite manners, and immediately returned the bow, smiling, "Thank you for your attention." He then walked with the man to the willow tree. There were originally three men and three women under the tree, but now Wen Yuan was also present. After Wen Yuan introduced himself, the scholar introduced him to each of them. The two men, both middle-aged scholars, one with a fair complexion and the other tall and thin , were the brothers Zhang Hede and Zhang Hefang from Suzhou, friends of the scholar Song Shangqian. One was a young woman, Madam , and the other two women were the Song couple's maids, Ping'er and Cuixiang, who had come to enjoy the lake. Ping'er was pretty and charming.

The latter had a beautiful face and was dressed in light, thin clothes, graceful and charming. A yellow cloth was spread on the ground,
and many cups, pots, and dishes were laid out, quite exquisite and plentiful.
Wen Yuan took off his guqin from his back and placed it aside. Song Shangqian
said to those around him, "Cuixiang, why don't you pour wine for Young Master Wen?" Cuixiang replied, "Yes!" She then took the pot and poured wine, saying sweetly, "Young Master Wen, please!"
Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you." He took the wine cup and took a small sip. Song Shangqian said, "Young Master Wen, why don't you
drink this wine to your heart's content? Isn't
it
delicious?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "The wine is excellent, but to be honest, my alcohol tolerance is extremely low. If I drink every last drop, I'll be drunk and sleep on the Bai Causeway, which would spoil the beautiful scenery." Song Shangqian laughed loudly, "Very well! Since that's the case, fine wine is not enough to entertain guests. Young Master Wen, please drink some
tea instead."
Zhang Zhifang said, "Since you've been carrying a zither on your lake tour, you must be very skilled at playing
the zither. Why don't you play a piece for us to enjoy?" Zhang Zhide also said, "That's right." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "In that case, I'll make a fool of myself
." He sat up and began to play, plucking and strumming the strings. The zither music was smooth and melodious, full of charm. After playing for a while,
a man who had been sleeping soundly under a willow tree suddenly sat up and listened intently. When Wen Yuan finished playing,
Song Shangqian and the others all cheered, and some of the tourists nearby also expressed their admiration. The man slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Wonderful
! Wonderful! Clear and vast, transcending the mundane world, what a wonderful 'Crane Dance in the Grotto'!"
Everyone looked at the man and saw that he was about thirty or forty years old, with a strong physique, a head of messy hair, two
thick eyebrows, and a full beard that was very short and prickly, which seemed quite sharp. His face was still clear,
with a long scar on his forehead. He was wearing a tattered short shirt, which was not very presentable, but his eyes were bright and piercing.
Song Shangqian and the Zhang brothers thought to themselves, "What kind of music does this brute know? He's just a pig trying
to pick up toilet paper, pretending to be cultured." But then they heard the man shout, "Rich kids who know good music
are nothing but pigs trying to pick up toilet paper, haha, just pretending to be cultured! Young brother, I was listening to your polite talk earlier, but
I only smelled a lot of stinking farts. I didn't expect you to actually have some talent. The music is fine, but the melody is truly
exquisite ; ordinary people couldn't play it like that."
Wen Yuan, hearing his words, realized they were hitting the nail on the head . Overjoyed at the man's praise, Song Shangqian laughed and said, "You flatter me
. Since you are so skilled in music, why not share your talent?" The three men, Song, Zhang, and Song
, were already displeased that the man had insulted them. Hearing Wen Yuan's invitation, they all declined. Song Shangqian said, "This gentleman..."
The man waved his hand and said, "This place is full of vulgar people; they can't appreciate my music. Young brother, if you
really want to hear my music, come to the platform on Lonely Mountain in an hour." With that, he stood up, stretched
, yawned, and left without looking back. "
Zhang Zhide was furious and said, "This rude man is so impolite." Zhang Zhifang said, "
What real knowledge does such a person have when he spouts such boastful words?" Wen Yuan smiled slightly and thought to himself, "Although this gentleman is impolite,
his knowledge of the zither is truly remarkable. It would be a pity to miss the appointment at the Lonely Mountain Platform." Song Shangqian laughed and said,
"Young Master Wen's zither music just now was really excellent. That rude man actually knows how to appreciate
beauty . Come, everyone, let's toast Young Master Wen!"
The group talked about poetry, admired the scenery, and drank tea and wine. After more than half an hour, except for Wen Yuan who
was drinking tea and being served by two maids, everyone else was already tipsy and their speech was somewhat incoherent. Song Shangqian
embraced his wife and joked around, while the Zhang brothers sang loudly. Suddenly, Zhang Zhifang pulled Cuixiang into his arms, and the two brothers began
to behave improperly. Cui Xiang giggled, her face flushed with drunkenness after Zhang Zhide had poured her three cups of wine. She became even more
boisterous , fidgeting and her clothes were quite disheveled.
Wen Yuan, seeing the men and women becoming increasingly frivolous and dissolute, didn't want to watch any longer. He gazed at the lakeside scenery of the Broken Bridge in the distance,
picked up the teapot, but there wasn't a drop of tea left. Ping'er chuckled, "Young Master Wen, you only drink tea, not
wine, yet you've finished all the tea. Let me heat up another pot for you." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble
." Ping'er reached out to take the pot, her hand brushing against Wen Yuan's fingers. Her face flushed slightly, and she said, "Young Master Wen,
your nails are long, it's not very convenient for playing the zither, is it?" Wen Yuan said, "It's alright." Ping'er chuckled softly,
"Young Master Wen, let me trim your nails for you, okay? That way you'll play the zither even better." Saying this, she
brewed a pot of tea and started heating it up.
Wen Yuan chuckled and said, "I'm not your young master, why bother? You should go serve your
master and mistress." Ping'er sighed. Seeing Wen Yuan's elegant and refined demeanor, she had already secretly
fallen for him, thinking, "If only I were your maid."
Suddenly, she heard Cui Xiang's sweet, seductive laughter, full of wantonness. Zhang Zhifang hugged Cui Xiang from behind, his left hand
slipping under her skirt, between her legs, pinching and kneading without restraint. Zhang Zhide splashed cups of wine
on her face and clothes, laughing, "Look, all... wet! Ahahaha..." Cui Xiang
licked the wine from her lips, laughing and panting, her clothes completely soaked, clinging to her body, revealing
the curves of her chest. Zhang Zhifang laughed, "Good, this whole area under your skirt is wet, I wonder if it's wine.
" Zhang Zhide wiped his mouth and laughed, "Just taste it and you'll know immediately." He then lifted her skirt
and stuck his head inside. Cuixiang twisted her body, laughing uncontrollably, but her laughter was tinged with moans,
growing slower and more frivolous.
Ping'er's face flushed, and she unconsciously tightened her collar. Wen Yuan said, "Miss Ping'er!"
Ping'er's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head timidly, "Mr. Wen...you wouldn't...you wouldn't want
to..." Wen Yuan smiled calmly, "What do you want? The tea's almost boiled dry." Ping'er was startled, blushing and laughing
, "I forgot. Mr. Wen, please don't call me 'Miss,' I'm just a little maid, call me Ping'er."
She then dealt with the tea set. Wen Yuan smiled, recalling the words of the man surnamed Ren, and unwilling to watch Song Zhang and the others fool around any longer
, he took a sip of tea, stood up, and said, "Gentlemen, I have important business to attend to, so I must
take my leave. Thank you for your hospitality, I must take my leave now."
Song Shangqian was flirting with Madam Song and had no time for formalities, only laughing and saying, "Please, please... Young Master Wen,
until we meet again... Haha, come, let me kiss you here..." Ping'er blushed and bowed, saying, "Young
Master Wen, the master is confused, please don't mind." Wen Yuan slung his guqin over his shoulder and laughed, "How could I, Miss Ping'er
, not finish your tea? I'm truly sorry."
Ping'er watched Wen Yuan leave, then looked back at the group of men and women entwined together, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions.
Wen Yuan walked briskly, turning left and right, taking three steps at a time, passing through a shady path, and soon
saw the two large characters "Gushan" carved on the stone wall in front of him. Upon reaching the Gushan platform, he saw a...
The pavilion, named "West Lake's Scenic Beauty," features a bridge, a pond, and artificial hills with varying density and spacing, truly an extraordinary sight
. However, a large man sits atop the hill, hands on his chest and legs crossed. Upon seeing Wen Yuan, he laughs heartily,
"Well done, young brother! Keep your promise, impressive!" With that, he leaps down onto solid ground.
Wen Yuan smiles and says, "Brother Ren, you are truly magnanimous. How could I dare not keep my promise?" The man asks, "Oh, how did you
know my surname is Ren?" Wen Yuan replies, "You referred to yourself as 'Ren' earlier, so you naturally know." The man laughs,
"Yes, I forgot. I heard you and those fellows introduce yourselves as Wen Yuan. My full name
is Ren Jianqing. Come, come, I broke a zither earlier; I'd like to borrow it." Wen Yuan says, "Please," and
hands over the zither.
Ren Jianqing sat down and began to play the strings, laughing, "Luckily, my prediction came true. There are no tourists here or now, otherwise
they wouldn't be able to stand it." Wen Yuan, puzzled, was about to ask when Ren Jianqing took a breath. With a sharp "
zheng the music soared and rose, and Wen Yuan
was immediately struck by its power, thinking, "What magnificent spirit!" Ren Jianqing played with increasing vigor, the music surging in all directions, its power immense. Wen Yuan was
awestruck , his spirits soaring, his whole body tense.
Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds rang out, and all seven strings snapped. The instrument shattered with a series of snaps,
the pieces disintegrating as the piece ended. Wen Yuan was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Excellent! 'Ambition lies beyond the vast expanse, roaming freely beyond the eight
directions, like riding a chariot on a celestial horse, roaming freely across the world, touring the universe without any constraints!' Brother Ren,
what a magnificent 'Eight Extremes Tour'!"
Ren Jianqing laughed heartily and said, "Young brother, I've destroyed one of your fine zithers, what do you think?
" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Fine zithers are easy to obtain, but fine music is rare! If Brother Ren is willing to play ten pieces, I will buy ten
zithers as a gift, what's the harm in that!"
Ren Jianqing slapped the broken pieces of the zither and said happily, "Good lad, you truly
understand my music. I was right to give you this piece." No one could listen to more than half of it; if they weren't stunned, they would run
far away . Only those who know the zither can appreciate it, and only martial arts masters can enjoy it. Young brother, you possess both, truly
rare, truly delightful!
Wen Yuan was surprised and said, "Brother Ren, how did you know I know martial arts?" Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "Your zither playing
resonates with your pulse; as a fellow practitioner, I naturally know it. Look at my internal strength." Wen Yuan said, "It is exceptionally
sharp , yet contains a gentle inner strength, like the endless Yangtze River. Brother Ren's skill surpasses mine."
Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "Your hearing is truly accurate, remarkable!"
Ten Scenes Satin (Six)
Wen
Yuan, seeing Ren Jianqing's straightforward and frank nature, was pleased and said, "Brother Ren, your playing is so unrestrained.
It's truly delightful to hear it today. It's a pity the zither is broken, otherwise I would like to play another piece and ask Brother Ren
for some pointers." Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "I've already heard you play one, so we're even, isn't that good?"
Wen Yuan shook his head and said, "No, no, the piece I just played was 'The Crane'..." "I never expected to find someone as skilled in the zither as Brother Ren here
, so I couldn't play my best and it couldn't compare to this 'Eight Extremes Tour'."
Ren Jianqing was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Good! So you still have some hidden skills you haven't used yet, this is
wonderful!" Then he suddenly became serious and said, "No, my musical inspiration has run out today, and I can't play
another piece for you. I'll have to listen to your wonderful music another day. How can I be the only one to benefit? What a pity
!" He sighed deeply after speaking.
Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Ren, if you're in the mood, I'll keep you company anytime. Are you
a local ?" Ren Jianqing replied, "No! I have no fixed abode. Wherever I feel comfortable, I stay as long as possible. I recently
encountered some trouble here, which is why I've stayed a few more days." He laughed heartily and said, "Young brother
, I'll have to ask you to enjoy the scenery of West Lake for a few more days, and then we can play a few more tunes." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Exactly.
" The two hit it off immediately and got along very well. When they parted, they agreed to meet again in three days.
It was already dusk when Wen Yuan said goodbye to Ren Jianqing. Suddenly, Wen Yuan remembered something and quickly used his lightness skill to rush off.
He ran for six or seven miles before stopping. In the distance, he saw Xizhao Mountain. At that time, the sun was setting, and
colorful clouds swirled around it. On the mountaintop was the shadow of a pagoda, which was Leifeng Pagoda. Wen Yuan smiled and muttered to himself, "Luckily, I made it
in time and didn't miss the 'Leifeng Sunset.' Not too early, not too late, just right."
He strolled around at his leisure, and after a while, he came to a forest path and went to the town to find lodging.
He found an inn, and the waiter came out to greet him, but said, "Sir, you want to stay here? Unfortunately,
we're out of rooms today. We just booked the last room for a young lady." Suddenly, he heard a delicate female voice
say, "Yes, that's me." Wen Yuan turned around and saw that the inn was full of people. He didn't know
who had said , so he smiled and said, "Alright, please show me a seat. I'll have a meal and that will be enough."
The waiter found him a seat. Wen Yuan ordered two steamed buns and was eating them when a caravan of more than fifty people
entered the inn. The leader of the caravan asked the waiter, "Waiter, do you have any rooms?" Wen Yuan swallowed a mouthful of steamed
bun and replied, "No, I couldn't book a room earlier."
The leader glanced at him, took out a silver ingot, and said to the waiter, "I'll book
the entire first floor for you tonight. The lodging fee is separate." The waiter took the silver and readily agreed. Wen Yuan looked at the caravan, which was escorting ten
carts, their flags embroidered with silver cloud patterns, quite imposing. The man was about forty or fifty years old, with a square face
, tall and strong, and quite dignified. He said loudly, "Brother Hong, you take ten brothers and keep watch
. The rest of you, come in and rest." One of the guards agreed and left.
Wen Yuan finished his steamed bun and got up to leave when he suddenly heard a woman cry out, "Ah!"
followed by the sound of a broken bowl. Wen Yuan turned his head and saw a girl pointing at a puddle of soup noodles and broken bowl pieces on the ground,
saying to a bodyguard, "What's wrong with you? You can't watch where you're going! You knocked over my noodles, what
a waste!" Her voice was soft and melodious, the same one he had just heard. The girl looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old,
petite , wearing a pink silk dress with a thin white veil draped over her shoulders. She had arched eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and was extremely pretty and charming.
Wen Yuan smiled to himself, thinking, "That room is really lucky to have such a young girl staying there, much better than me,
a lousy scholar."
The bodyguard frowned and said, "The young lady put the bowl out there herself, how can you blame me?" The girl
pouted , her expression as if she was about to cry, and exclaimed, "How can you say that? Everyone here,
be the judge! Does that mean that because the bowl was near the edge of the table, it deserved to be knocked over? I only got to eat a little bit of this bowl of noodles!"
"Half of it..." she said, sounding genuinely anxious and on the verge of tears, which amused the onlookers.
The leading man said, "Forget it, Brother Yang, just compensate her. Don't argue with the young lady." The
镖师 (bodyguard/escort) surnamed Yang said, "Alright." The young lady smiled sweetly and said, "Chief镖师 Hao is so understanding
. Thank you!" The man was taken aback and said, "Who are you, young lady? How do you know me..."
The young lady tapped the table with her index finger and laughed, "That flag is covered in cloud and mist patterns. Isn't that the Iron Cloud Escort Agency from the capital
? Chief镖师 Hao Yigang is very capable. Everyone knows about the major镖局 (escort agency) with so many镖车 (escort wagons) involved. Do you think Master Hao
would just sit in the agency drinking tea and only send out ordinary people?" She finished speaking with a smile.
The man was indeed Hao Yigang, the chief镖师 of the Iron Cloud Escort Agency. He was highly skilled in martial arts and everyone in the vicinity of the capital knew him. The Iron
Cloud Escort Agency had been established for seventy years and had a great reputation. This time, he was being escorted by bodyguards to the Zeng family
mansion in Shaoxing. He was slightly pleased to see that even this young girl knew his reputation.
Bodyguard Yang said to the waiter, "Waiter, another bowl of clear broth noodles..." The girl smiled and said, "
Wait a minute , I only have half a bowl of noodles left. You don't need to pay me a whole bowl! I'll just find something cheaper
, okay?" Seeing her innocent and adorable demeanor, Bodyguard Yang wasn't bothered and asked, "What would you like, miss?
"
The girl stood up, pointed to a row of escort carts outside the shop, and said with a grin, "Just these ten
carts, that should be about right!" "Yang the镖师 (bodyguard/escort) laughed, "Miss, don't joke around. This is a shipment our镖局 (
escort agency) is delivering ..." The young girl ignored him, put her hands behind her back, walked to the door, and called out, "Hey, hey, hey,
all of you, get out of the way! Coachmen, follow the young lady!" A hot-tempered coachman
waved his hand and said, "Little girl, stop fooling around... Ouch!" Before he finished speaking, a scream rang
out, and the hand flew out halfway through the swing, blood splattering on the doorway. The young girl said calmly, "Well, you've been
so disrespectful to the young lady. Losing a hand is a good deal for you."
At this, everyone in the shop changed color, and many people exclaimed in surprise. Hong the镖师 (bodyguard/escort) who was watching the carriages rushed up and
cursed, "You little bitch, want trouble?" As he spoke, he reached out to grab her. The grab was forceful,
but unexpectedly, blood splattered everywhere. Somehow, Hong's right wrist was severed, flying to a nearby
table and landing in a pot of hot soup. The man screamed, "Oh my god!" and fell backward. Hong
cried out in pain, stumbling back four or five steps.
Wen Yuan was shocked, thinking, "This young lady is pleasing to the eye, but her technique is both swift and ruthless."
Hao Yigang was even more shocked and furious, stepping forward and angrily saying, "Little girl, who are you?" The
young girl turned around slyly and smiled, "Chief镖头 Hao, your 600,000 taels of silver are all to be delivered to
the Zeng family mansion in Shaoxing. Shaoxing isn't far from here, so I think you don't need to trouble yourself. How about I
deliver it ?"
Hao Yigang's anger flared, and he said, "Little girl, state your name. You injured two of my brothers; are you
determined to make trouble for the Hao family?" The young woman raised her head slightly and said, "So what? You
're a person of some skill in the martial arts world
. You should know the names 'Big and Little Murong,' right?" Hao Yigang's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Big and Little Murong are a pair of infamous villains in the martial arts world today
. Everyone knows that. How do you address them?" The young woman giggled and said, "You really do know
. As for Big Murong, I'll call him Big Brother. As for Little Murong, I'm sorry, my humble name
is probably not enough to be compared with Big Brother, hehe!"
Upon hearing this, everyone from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency was shocked.
"Big and Little Murong" were a brother and sister with the compound surname Murong. They were both very young, but their martial arts skills were strong, and their actions
were strange. The elder brother was especially notorious for his evil deeds, being ruthless and vicious. His "Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique" was famous throughout the martial arts world
, and he had taken countless lives. The younger sister's martial arts were unique, unlike her brother's indiscriminate violence, yet her reputation was also
extremely poor . This was because the siblings often acted side by side, sharing the blame for any evil deed, naturally neither receiving a good name.
In just three years since their debut, they had already earned the title of "Demons of the Martial World," known as the "Big and Little Murong," though their real names
were rarely known.
Hao Yigang had initially assumed she must have had companions; otherwise, it would be utterly illogical for a lone young girl to rob a caravan. Unexpectedly,
she claimed to be "Little Murong," and seeing her skill in crippling two hands, so strange and ruthless, Hao Yigang broke out in a
cold sweat, thinking, "Am I, Hao Yigang, going to die here today?" Unable to feign weakness, he said,
"So it's Miss Little Murong, but this shipment of silver..." Little Murong raised an eyebrow and said, "
You have to give me this shipment of silver, whether you like it or not! Chief镖头 Hao, I know your skills very well; you're
no match for me. I'd rather die than give you the shipment! What do you say?"
Everyone in the Iron Cloud Escort Agency showed anger. Hao Yigang thought, "There are over fifty of us, and this vixen is all
alone. Are we really going to fight her and only lose this shipment? My ancestral Iron Cloud Escort Agency will be ruined
. Either way, I'll die; I'll fight you to the death today!" He immediately shouted, "Brothers, let's join forces to capture
this female demon and rid the martial world of this scourge!" The镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) roared in agreement and drew their weapons.
Suddenly, Xiao Murong stopped, her eyes brimming with tears, and cried out, "Hey, what kind of nonsense is this? Dozens of
men bullying a girl like me! I, I..." Before she could finish, she covered her face
with her hands and began to sob. The bodyguards were stunned
. Seeing her delicate appearance, as if she would collapse at any moment, they couldn't help but think to themselves, "Is this little girl really that devilish Xiao Murong?"
Suddenly, Xiao Murong leaped out, her sword flashing like a crimson cloud streaked with blue and white lightning, moving in and
out, darting around. All that could be heard were screams of agony, one after another. In the blink of an eye, seven bodyguards
lay . Everyone was shocked, but then they heard Xiao Murong laugh and say, "It seems
more reasonable for a little girl like me to bully a group of men, isn't it?"
Hao Yigang was both angry and horrified, and roared as he pounced on her. Xiao Murong swayed her slender waist and flicked her wrist. A short
sword appeared out of nowhere, changing shape unpredictably. She laughed and counted, "Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen,
four, five, six, seven, eight..." The count grew faster and faster until the镖师 (bodyguards) couldn't even see it clearly. Xiao Murong leaped up
and landed on a wooden table, laughing, "I've counted to five fives, twenty-five! Do you want to die
or kill someone?" The short sword swung gently, blood dripping from its tip.
镖师 Yang, brandishing a single-edged sword, charged forward, cursing, "You witch!" Xiao Murong gracefully dodged, tripping him with
her right foot , and laughed, "I've spoken a few words to you, consider yourself lucky. You can save
me for the second-to-last kill, and then kill Hao Yigang last." Hao Yigang was enraged, unleashing a set of Five Elements Sword techniques, alternating between forward and reverse...
With a series of powerful and varied strikes, each blow was heavy and fierce, launching a relentless attack. Seeing his formidable swordsmanship, Little Murong giggled,
"Chief镖头 Hao is indeed skilled. If all fifty-odd men were this good, I wouldn't be so
confident !" As she spoke, she stabbed three镖师 in the throat, killing them instantly; twenty-eight men were already dead. The shop's
customers rushed out, the innkeeper and waiters cowering against the wall in fear. Only those in the second-floor rooms remained unaware of the carnage
below .
Wen Yuan, witnessing Little Murong's ghostly swordplay, was astonished, thinking, "This swordsmanship
is ruthless and incredibly powerful. If I use my master's swordsmanship to counter it, it seems too agile. Could I not be her
match?" A thought flashed through his mind: "If my senior brother were here, with his far greater knowledge, he could surely find
an opening to deflect her short sword with his Nine Thunder Palms." While he pondered this, Hao Yigang was struck twice in the arm, nearly losing it;
thirty-three corpses lay on the ground.
Hao Yigang shouted, "Brothers, get back! Don't come up here to your deaths!" Little Murong laughed, "Oh dear,
sorry, how can I kill you if they don't die?" Her movements were elusive, focusing on attacking the other镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), leaving
Hao Yigang chasing her while trying to stop her from killing his own men. Instantly, his weakness was exposed. Little Murong
kicked him in the waist, striking a pressure point. Hao Yigang's single sword fell to the ground, and he slumped to the ground.
Little Murong's short sword was pressed against the back of his neck, and the镖师 dared not move, all panicking. Little Murong laughed
, "I've killed enough for today, young lady. Hey, all of you, go ahead and kill yourselves! Chief镖头 Hao will follow you
right away , and another Iron Cloud镖局 will rise in the underworld."
Hao Yigang, his pressure points restrained, couldn't move and lamented, "Enough, enough! Miss Murong, please release
my brothers and send Hao Yigang on his way!" Little Murong chuckled and said, "If you don't all die
cleanly , my elder brother will scold me for being clumsy." Pointing at a sniper with her left hand, she laughed, "
Why don't you just kill yourselves and slit your throats? Is it that hard?" The sniper's face turned pale, and
his right hand, holding a single-edged sword, trembled uncontrollably. He lost his grip and the sword fell to the ground with a "clang." Little Murong cursed, "Useless!
" With a kick of her left foot, a steel sword flew out from the ground with great force, about to pierce through the sniper's chest
.
Suddenly, a figure swept in from the side, a sleeve flicking out, deflecting the steel blade and
sending it hurtling towards Xiao Murong. Xiao Murong was startled and parried with her sword, but felt a jolt in her hand, the short sword nearly slipping from her grasp
. She was secretly alarmed: "This person has incredible strength! Who is he?" Looking closer, she saw that the one who had intervened was
a young scholar, and Hao Yigang had already been pulled away by him.
This person was Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan had seen Xiao Murong's merciless attacks and felt a pang of pity, but
he couldn't grasp the essence of her swordsmanship and felt he couldn't subdue her. Moreover, her attacks were incredibly fast and difficult to counter.
When she kicked the steel blade, Wen Yuan could no longer stand idly by. He immediately intervened, deflecting the blade, and then used his palm to
knock Hao Yigang away from her short sword. He then released his pressure points, a series of rapid movements that caught Xiao Murong off guard,
and he managed to rescue Hao Yigang.
Seeing his skill, Xiao Murong dared not underestimate him and smiled sweetly, "This young master has such excellent skills
, truly remarkable. May I ask your name?" Wen Yuan bowed and said, "My name is Wen Yuan, I was just passing by
. Miss Murong, you have killed so many people, it's too barbaric. Please stop." Xiao Murong
blinked, seemingly not taking his words seriously, and laughed, "Alright, your martial arts are quite good, I'll leave
the killing to you. Anyway, I've killed enough." Wen Yuan said, "How can you do that? As Bai Juyi once wrote in a poem
: 'Who says the lives of all living beings are insignificant? They are all of the same flesh and blood, all of the same skin.' Human life is of paramount importance; how can it be treated lightly ?" "
Little Murong pouted and said, "Who's arguing with you? Fine, if you won't kill them, I'll kill you!
What do you think?" Wen Yuan thought to himself, "It seems this Master Hao can't beat Miss Murong. Whether
I can win is another matter. Since I've already gotten involved, I might as well see it through and save their lives."
Having made up his mind, he said, "If you want to kill them, please do so. However, I must resist. How can I
easily hand over my life to someone else? So many people have died at the Iron Cloud Escort Agency. It's too tragic. I can't let
you ..." Before he could
finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared, and Little Murong's sword was already upon him. Wen Yuan was startled. His
position suddenly changed, and he turned to the side. He narrowly escaped being beheaded. Wen Yuan, enraged, shouted, "Girl
, you didn't even declare your presence beforehand, and you didn't wait for me to finish speaking! Isn't that a sneak attack?" Little Murong retorted, "I love
sneak attacks , so what?" Her hands moved swiftly, her short sword flashing like meteors, like a hundred flowers blooming, its cold light
scattering across the sky.
Wen Yuan let out a clear whistle, leaping into the air, turning around mid-air, his long sword drawn. Normally,
when he didn't draw his sword, others simply thought he was a scholar with a sword, which was quite ordinary. But now, with the sword light flashing, he landed, took a
step, and drew his sword according to the incantation, the long sword pointing directly at Little Murong. Instantly, he became calm and composed, as steady as a mountain, the blade unmoving
—this was the "Compass Sword," a skill he had practiced since childhood.
He recalled how the Yellow Emperor created the compass chariot to break through Chi You's fog, relying on the wooden figure on the chariot always pointing south,
thus knowing how to break through the fog. The essence of this "Guide Sword" technique lies in the word "point," striking where the enemy cannot reach
. The swordplay doesn't seek quantity, but precision. Seeing his extraordinary bearing, Xiao Murong dared not be careless. His smile vanished, and his
short sword swirled like a storm, unleashing a series of rapid attacks.
Wen Yuan's longsword remained fixed on his opponent, focusing more on thrusts than slashes, though some were deflections, the tip always pointing within half a foot of
his opponent's body. Xiao Murong's attacks grew faster and faster, his heart filled with the same anxiety
. Everyone at the Iron Cloud Escort Agency was dumbfounded; Hao Yigang's eyes were blurred, and Wen Yuan was equally astonished. But his swordplay remained unhurried
, his inner strength increasing, using simplicity to overcome complexity, becoming increasingly adept. The clanging sounds of their swords clashing
were incessant , until it seemed as if Xiao Murong was deliberately targeting the longsword,
unable to defeat Wen Yuan without breaking it in one strike.
Little Murong grew increasingly uneasy, thinking, "My elder brother's swordsmanship is truly difficult to master. If I don't use
my full strength , won't I lose?" Her thoughts wavered slightly as Wen Yuan
's sword pierced through the encirclement, striking her wrist squarely. With a clang, a gold bracelet snapped in two. Little Murong cried out in surprise, her short sword flying from her hand.
The members of the Iron Cloud Escort Agency cheered in unison. Wen Yuan was also delighted, thinking, "Master's swordsmanship is truly formidable
; it works perfectly."
Unexpectedly, Little Murong reacted with lightning speed, flicking her right hand and using the two broken bracelets as projectiles. Wen Yuan swung
his sword to deflect them, feeling a slight soreness in his wrist. He realized that even after blocking a flurry of sword strikes, Little Murong's internal energy had
slightly disrupted his blood and qi. He thought to himself, "This girl is truly extraordinary."
Obstructed by this, Xiao Murong caught the short sword in mid-air and laughed, "Hey, I'm not messing around anymore. Now I'm really going to kill
you, take this!" Suddenly, her swordsmanship changed, becoming graceful, delicate, and exquisitely beautiful. Wen Yuan was startled, but saw
Xiao Murong's veil fluttering, her sash dancing lightly, dimples appearing on her pretty face, her lotus-like steps moving lightly, circling around him gracefully.
The sword light approached with greater force and exquisite skill, making it a sight to behold, almost making him forget to defend himself.
Seeing her move like this, Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, immediately struck by the sword. Startled
, he quickly rearranged his "Guide Sword" stance, guarding his defenses, and focused his attention, thinking, "I almost
lost my life. How can this sword move be so beautiful? It's truly 'The wind blows, and the fairy's sleeves flutter, like
a rainbow-colored feathered dress .' Ah!" In a moment of distraction, the short sword slashed across, and if he had been a little slower, his chest would have been severely injured. He
dared not think too much, and thought to himself, "I'll observe her moves first before I counterattack."
Little Murong was overjoyed to see that he had gained the upper hand as soon as he used his ultimate move, and thought to himself, "As expected, my
'Rainbow Feather Sword' is still the most comfortable to use. I really can't use my elder brother's Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword with my internal energy."
This "Rainbow Feather Sword" is really powerful. It looks like a song and dance and is very beautiful, but in fact, every move is full of
hidden . It is soft but contains strength, and there are even more surprises in the changes. Wen Yuan wielded the Compass Sword, thinking, "No matter how strange your
sword moves are , I will respond to all changes with unchanging principles . I'll use this Compass Sword technique to deal with you." (Ten Scenes Satin
(Seven) )
=== ... Relying on her agile and graceful movements, Xiao Murong avoided direct confrontation with Wen Yuan. However, every time their swords clashed, she felt a jolt in her hand, and a sense of unease crept into her heart: "If this continues, my short sword will eventually be knocked away. What should I do if I can't ?" Several thoughts flashed through her mind, and then, with a sudden inspiration, she swayed her slender waist, thrusting her sword back at Wen Yuan's left shoulder, and then gracefully drifted aside. Wen Yuan shifted his stance and turned, his long sword pointing at Xiao Murong. Suddenly, a white mist appeared before his eyes, and he was startled: "Not good!" In that moment of distraction, Xiao Murong seized the opportunity, her short sword thrusting out and already pressed against Wen Yuan's right wrist, then flipped it . Wen Yuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the memory of her severing someone's wrist flashed through his mind. In shock, he released his grip on the sword, flipped his wrist, and opened his hand, swiftly executing a grappling technique, seizing Xiao Murong's right wrist pulse point. At the same time , blood gushed from her wrist; the short sword had already slashed a long wound. If he had reacted even slightly slower, the hand would no longer be on him. Little Murong hadn't expected Wen Yuan's swift and deadly technique; though it had injured his wrist, it had already controlled his pulse. In a panic, he struck Wen Yuan's neck with his left hand . Wen Yuan channeled his inner energy, a surge of true qi rushing forward. Little Murong's qi was blocked, his acupoints sealed, and his left hand lost all strength, drooping limply. Wen Yuan's exertion caused even more bleeding from his wrist. He quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound, still shaken. Looking at the injury, he thought, "Hand, oh hand, you saved yourself, truly remarkable. But this was far too dangerous. I've learned my lesson today; I must never repeat this mistake." Little Murong sat on the ground, unable to move. Even sitting was difficult, and he repeatedly channeled his qi to activate his acupoints. Hao Yigang stepped forward , clasped his hands in a salute to Wen Yuan, and said, "Many thanks to Young Hero Wen for saving our lives. The lives of Hao Yigang and all the brothers here were saved by Young Hero Wen. The entire Iron Cloud Escort Agency will forever be grateful." Wen Yuan quickly returned the salute, saying, "Master Hao, please don't so polite. I am ignorant and inexperienced, and it was due to the deaths of many of your brothers that I am truly unworthy of thanks." Hao Yigang pointed at Xiao Murong, gritting his teeth, and said, "You little bitch, you killed so many of my brothers ! I swear I will not rest until I have torn you to pieces!" As he spoke, he picked up a steel knife, ready to strike. Suddenly, a cold voice rang out: "Put down the knife." Although the words were not loud, they were sinister and cold, sending a chill down everyone's spine. Wen Yuan turned his head and saw a gray-clad man standing by the inn's door. He wore a gray-white turban, was not very tall, but had an extremely gloomy face, a pale gray complexion, muscles stiff as iron, straight eyebrows, and extremely pale pupils , seemingly lifeless, unlike a living person. Upon seeing the man, Xiao Murong's face changed drastically, and she stammered, "You...you are..." In his rage, Hao Yigang saw the man's face and felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat pouring down his back . He said, "Who are you? Could you be the Great Murong?" The man remained silent, slowly walking towards Xiao Murong. Hao Yigang thought, "How can I let him rescue this little bitch?" With a resolute heart, he ignored him and brought his steel blade down. The gray-clad man suddenly appeared, like a gray mist spreading out. From the swirling mist, a hand, like a ghostly claw , grabbed Hao Yigang's throat. Hao Yigang screamed in agony as a strong body was slowly lifted up by him, utterly powerless to resist, unable to move an inch. Wen Yuan was shocked and attacked the gray-clad man with his compass sword, shouting, "Stop!" The gray-clad man didn't move, but with a flick of his wrist, he smashed Hao Yigang's body against his longsword. Wen Yuan tried to dodge with his sword, but it was too late; the sword had already broken. Hao Yigang's body flew sideways and crashed to the ground, his life hanging in the balance. The gray-clad man reached out and grabbed at Xiao Murong's shoulder. Xiao Murong cried out in terror, "Ah!" Suddenly, a man leaped into the inn, shouting, "Hey, you surnamed Huang, look here!" His body followed his words with a flying kick. The gray-clad man snorted, sprang up, grabbed the roof beam , used it for leverage, and flew out of the inn. Wen Yuan saw it clearly and exclaimed, "It's Brother Ren!" The man was indeed Ren Jianqing. His kick missed, but he spun rapidly on his other leg, his body twisting back . He then used the momentum of his kick to propel himself forward like an arrow, chasing after the man in gray. He had no time to respond to Wen Yuan. The two moved with lightning speed, passing each other in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone stunned. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Why is Brother Ren chasing that man? His martial arts are incredibly high. I wonder if Brother Ren is in danger " He disregarded the fact that he only had half a broken sword left in his hand and immediately gave chase. He saw Ren Jianqing's back disappear around a street corner, gathered his inner energy, and rushed after him. The man in gray was in front, Ren Jianqing in hot pursuit. Wen Yuan ran for miles, but the distance between them seemed to grow ever greater. He was astonished: "Brother Ren's lightness skill is so superb! I'm chasing him with all my might, yet I can't keep up. How..."

"Good!" he exclaimed. "Brother Ren, Brother Ren!" With this call, his inner energy dissipated slightly, and his pace slowed.
Clearly, Ren Jianqing hadn't answered and had already sped away with the gray-clad man.
Seeing that he could no longer catch up, Wen Yuan had no choice but to stop, secretly breathing and adjusting his breath. He thought to himself, "Although I knew Brother Ren's
inner strength was superb, I didn't expect it to be at such a high level. It seems even my senior brother might not be able to defeat him. That gray-clad man
is also a first-rate expert. The world is vast, and there are so many people; how could a junior like me possibly understand? Even that little Murong
, though a woman, possesses extraordinary skill; she seems even more powerful than my junior sister. Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan, never
underestimate the people of this world. Remember, there are always people more capable than you, and the heavens beyond the heavens." "Heavens."
He encouraged himself for a while, but then felt quite tired. First, he fought against Little Murong, and then he ran wildly
for a while , which had exhausted his strength. So he walked slowly back to the inn, thinking: "I wonder how Hao Yigang
is doing. That gray-clothed man's skill is profound. Killing him would be extremely easy, but he might not be so easy to deal with Brother Ren."
When he returned to the inn, the Iron Cloud Escort Agency and Little Murong were no longer there. The inn was in a mess, and the waiter
was cleaning up. When he saw Wen Yuan return, he was startled. Wen Yuan bowed and said, "Excuse me, waiter,
where did those镖局 (escort agency) bosses go?" The waiter, fearing another fight,
calmed down when he saw Wen Yuan's polite manner and replied, "They... they took that fierce-looking girl and left, saying they
needed to find another place to stay."
Wen Yuan thanked him and left the inn, thinking, "After all this commotion, there must be rooms available,
but I'd better find somewhere else. Even though someone died, it's still troublesome if the authorities come looking for me
." He strolled around, leaving the town and arriving at a grove of trees. A gentle evening breeze made the summer night quite
refreshing.
He stretched and loosened his muscles, thinking, "If I can't stay at the inn, I'll stay in the wilderness.
" He looked around, found an old pavilion, sat down, practiced meditation for a while, and then lay down to sleep.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a scream suddenly echoed through the quiet forest, seemingly from a woman.
Startled, Wen Yuan rose and left the pavilion, listening intently. The scream came from the southeast. He thought, "Could it be
some villain committing a heinous act?" With this thought, he quickly followed. Not far away, he heard voices coming from the woods. Looking closer
, he saw it was the Iron Cloud Escort Agency's caravan. Wen Yuan was greatly surprised,
thinking, "There are no women in the caravan." Just then, another scream came from behind the caravan. This time, Wen Yuan immediately recognized the voice as that of
Little Murong . Startled, Wen Yuan went around to the other side of the woods to investigate. What he saw almost made his heart leap
out of his chest.
Hao Yigang lay motionless to the side, but his wounds had been treated, and he seemed to be alive. Little Murong's hands were
tied behind her back to a tree, her clothes torn open, revealing her small breasts in the hands of the escort Yang.
Two escorts spread her legs, and one of them reached out and tore off her silk skirt, revealing a pair of moon-white
trousers . Little Murong struggled desperately, her face filled with fear and shame, tears streaming down her face.
Yang, the bodyguard, said hatefully, "You little vixen, you little slut, you killed so many of our brothers,
how dare you be so arrogant!" He pinched her hard, deforming her small, tender breasts.
Little Murong couldn't bear it and cried out in pain.
Yang tore off Little Murong's lower garments and sneered, "Little vixen, we brothers will each take turns,
one by one, to get justice from you. I, Yang, will be second to last, and the head bodyguard will be last,
after he recovers. Our Iron Cloud Escort Agency is doing this to rid the martial world of a scourge, so we'll defile you twenty-one times before
sending you to our brothers in the underworld. Brother Zheng, you go first!"
Holding Little Murong's right leg, Zheng, the bodyguard, straddled her, cursing, "You brat!" He slapped
Little Murong , unbuckled his belt, revealing a thick, large thing. Little Murong was terrified, her face pale.
With her acupoints sealed, she was utterly powerless to resist. The object was already being thrust between her legs. She cried out in agony, "No
! You...no!"
Wen Yuan was horrified, a surge of anger rising within him: "This girl may be ruthless, but there's no need to treat her
like this . To be humiliated by these people is worse than death! This is outrageous!" Seeing that the bodyguard Zheng was about to
commit violence, he didn't hesitate. He leaped forward, his palm striking Zheng squarely in the chest, sending him flying several feet . Then,
with a swift movement of his broken sword, he severed the ropes.
The bodyguards were shocked, even more astonished to see that the newcomer was Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan roared,
"
You dignified heroes of the martial world, how dare you bully a defenseless girl? Don't you know the meaning of shame?" Yang, the bodyguard, stepped forward and shouted, "Young Master Wen, please step aside! We
must !" Wen Yuan, still furious, retorted, "This is revenge? What kind of revenge is this? Confucius said, '
Repay evil with justice, repay kindness with kindness,' not repay evil with evil." Zheng, the bodyguard, pulled up his trousers and cried out, "No way!
We must kill this damned girl today!"
Wen Yuan sneered, "So, this is the kind of character the bodyguards of the Iron Cloud Escort Agency possess. Are you truly seeking
revenge , or do you have other motives? It's a pity Chief Bodyguard Hao is injured and unconscious, otherwise I would like to ask him!" He then
pulled Xiao Murong aside and said, "This girl is not for you to deal with. Farewell!" With that, he used his
light and vanished like a gust of wind, leaving only a whooshing sound behind him. He was furious at the brutality of the bodyguards and wanted to say "
Until we meet again ," but then he stopped himself.
He led little Murong swiftly through the forest, found a dilapidated temple, went inside, and had little Murong lean against
the wall . He asked, "Miss Murong, are you alright?" Little Murong was pale, lowered her head, and remained silent for a long while before finally cursing,
"Not good!"
Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Alas, it's all my fault for sealing her acupoints, causing her to suffer such bullying and leaving her powerless to fight back."
He couldn't help but feel apologetic. He didn't realize that he had just fought her and almost lost his life and hand.
If he hadn't sealed her acupoints, who knows how much more danger she might have faced. Feeling deeply
ashamed Yuan immediately said
, "Miss Murong, I'm so sorry." A blush suddenly appeared on Little Murong's face, and she cried out, "Don't look!" Wen Yuan was startled, only then realizing her
disheveled state . He was at a loss for words, exclaiming, "Oh dear!" He quickly turned away, saying, "Miss,
please put your clothes back on." Little Murong said, "I can't move." Wen Yuan said, "Ah, I forgot." He
immediately turned back and released her pressure points.
Little Murong was startled and cried out again, "Turn around!" Wen Yuan hurriedly
said turned away. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Oh no!" Before he could even process this thought, he felt
three fingers strike his back, his inner energy stagnate, and Little Murong had struck three vital pressure points, causing him to fall forward. Little Murong quickly put on her
clothes , turned Wen Yuan over, her face still showing embarrassment, but she quickly composed herself and laughed, "Hey, how do you feel?"

Wen Yuan was filled with remorse and sighed, "Alas, a moment of kindness has brought about great harm." Little Murong smiled
and said , "Who asked you to release my pressure points? Where did you come from, you idiot, turning your head away?" Wen Yuan said
, "If you want to get dressed, I will naturally help you release your pressure points. I was caught off guard and ambushed." Little Murong
said, "Just so I can get dressed?" Wen Yuan sighed, "What else?"
Little Murong said, "I was unable to move, and I was already extremely lucky that you didn't try to take off my clothes. I didn't expect
you to actually release my pressure points. At most, you just need to help me put on my clothes..." " Just dress neatly, that'll do
." Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan said, "Although you are ruthless, you are still pure and innocent. How can I, a man,
touch you like that?"
Little Murong was both amused and exasperated, and said, "Well, so you are a gentleman, even more
virtuous . You are quite remarkable." As she spoke, she held a palm over his face and shouted, "I will
send you to your death with one slap."
Wen Yuan saw her palm right in front of him, her skin like solidified cream, or like a piece of white jade, her five fingers delicate.
His heart stirred, and he was speechless for a moment, forgetting that he was in danger. Little Murong asked, "Why aren't you saying anything
?" Wen Yuan exclaimed "Ah!" and quickly closed his eyes, saying, "It's nothing, please don't slap
me , I'm really not worthy of it."
Little Murong felt ashamed seeing his expression, but then thought, "Considering he saved my life,
I won't kill him today, but I'll teach him a lesson." She laughed and said, "Alright, I won't kill you for now, I
'll just give you a little punishment, punishing you for letting those bastards see my body. Humph, I'll wipe them all
out." Wen Yuan said, "This..." "That's too cruel. Sigh, why fight like this?"
Little Murong's face showed a mischievous look, and she laughed: "It's none of your business how I feed you. When you can't take it anymore, you
have call me, otherwise it's not my business if you die." Wen Yuan frowned and said: "Miss Murong,
how can you, a young lady, keep talking about killing and dying? It's one thing to not care about human life." Suddenly, he felt his waist loosen, and
his belt was untied by Little Murong. He heard her laugh: "It's not me who died, and it's not me who was killed,
so of course I don't care." As she spoke, she slowly pulled down his pants. Wen Yuan exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Little Murong laughed, " I'll treat you the same way
those scoundrels from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency treated me, just with slightly different methods, but the principle is the same." Wen Yuan cried out, "What? Miss Murong, this is something you can't do." Little Murong chuckled, "I've never done anything I can't do." Looking down, she blushed and whispered, "Hmm, it looks like this." Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, unsure what to say, his mind a complete blank. He then saw Little Murong gently grasping Wen Yuan's penis, raising her head and saying, "I heard that if a lot of things , it's very harmful to the body, is that true?" As she spoke, her eyes darted around, revealing a malicious smile. When Wen Yuan joke like that. This... isn't good for your reputation." Little Murong laughed, "It's not my body. What harm could I possibly do to you? Don't try to blame me. Do you think I'm too young to know these things?" However, she was indeed quite ignorant about matters between men and women. Looking at her hands , she felt her face flush and her heart pound, completely bewildered. She thought to herself, "That's what my brother said, so he shouldn't be wrong. What will come out? Will I lose blood? I can't let him die." Thinking this, his fingers gently caressed her, and Wen Yuan was unable to move. It seemed that all the blood in his body was rushing to his lower body, but it was a pretty young girl holding him. He couldn't help but cry out in his heart: "Don't do anything improper, don't do anything improper, I can't move at all now. If Miss Murong continues like this, it will be too chaotic. I must endure what I have learned from reading the classics, I can't harm Miss Murong." So he loudly recited: "The way of the Great Learning is to manifest one's bright virtue, to love the people, to abiding in perfect goodness..." In order not to think about the beautiful scenery below his body, he focused on being recited the verses of the Great Learning. Little Murong asked curiously: "What are you saying?" Wen Yuan ignored her, his mouth did not stop, but his lower body was still gradually rising . He couldn't help but secretly groan, thinking: "The Four Books are useless, I must change to something else." So he recited "The Book of Rites" , but it was of little use. Little Murong gently pinched the tip of the jade stem, seeing it become both red and thick, she felt inexplicably shy and said, "Hey, won't it come out?" As she spoke, she pinched it again. Wen Yuan trembled all over, his blood rushing to his head, and cried out, "No, no, let's try another one." Little Murong's cheeks flushed red, and she said, " What are you babbling about? Shut your mouth, okay?" Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she thought of the word "mouth," and exclaimed happily, "Ah, I see!" She lowered her head and smiled, "Don't worry, I only kill people, I don't eat them." As she spoke, she slightly opened her cherry lips and gently took the tip into her mouth. Wen Yuan was reciting the "First Memorial on the Expedition" when he suddenly felt a jolt in his body. Unable to control himself, he sighed, "So be it, so be it. 'The expedition was not yet successful when he died, leaving heroes to weep with sorrow.' There is no way to save him now..." Although he said this, he quickly thought to himself, "Wen Tianxiang was in prison, yet he did not lose his integrity. How can I give up? " With this thought, he began reciting the "Ode to Righteousness." Little Murong was puzzled by what he heard and ignored him. With a soft "hmm," she took a small part of the jade stem into her mouth. Feeling a little suffocated, she let out a soft moan. Ten Scenes of Silk ( Eight ) === ... The bite was barely forceful, but at that moment, his penis was already taut and ready to strike. Little Murong's sudden attack sent a chill down Wen Yuan's spine, making him feel as if his lower body was on fire. He didn't know if it was pain or not; his mind went blank, as if his body was flying through the air, and he couldn't help but cry out. Hearing his cry, Little Murong opened her mouth and spat out his jade stem, smiling sweetly, "How about it? You still talk about heaven and earth, sun and moon? Is this thing a 'pillar of heaven'? Very 'magnificent' and 'powerful,' able to 'pierce the sun and moon'?" Wen Yuan was both amused and exasperated, saying, "Prime Minister Wen's 'Song of Righteousness' is full of noble spirit and unyielding integrity."

"How can you talk such nonsense?" Little Murong flicked his lower body with her index finger and giggled, "I
don't care." As she spoke, she parted her lips and began to suck and tease again.
Wen Yuan had already felt his lower body boiling and burning. With Little Murong's warm lips and tongue sucking and swallowing, his excitement had reached
its peak , but he could only try his best to suppress it. Suddenly, he felt her breath, a wisp of warm air drilling straight into the tip of his penis. Little Murong
was seeing a man's penis for the first time and was completely clueless about how to do it. With Wen Yuan filling her mouth to her throat, she didn't know
what to do and felt a little uncomfortable. She unconsciously exhaled. This breath felt like it had passed through Wen Yuan's body from below
. His heart was pounding wildly, and he could no longer hold back. His lower body was like a thunderbolt, and a large amount of semen rushed out.
Suddenly, Xiao Murong felt a surge of heat shoot into her throat, like a river bursting its banks, instantly filling her mouth. Startled
, she panicked and spat out his penis with a soft "ooh." But Wen Yuan, having held back for so long, couldn't hold back
any longer, and the gushing out spilled onto Xiao Murong's hands.
Caught off guard, Xiao Murong jumped back, her heart pounding with panic. She felt her face burning, looking at the white,
cloudy the sticky feeling in her mouth. In her shock, she had swallowed most of Wen Yuan's ejaculation. She pressed her hand to
her throat, her clear, watery eyes blinking a few times, seemingly bewildered.
Wen Yuan, his lower body suddenly free of stimulation, breathed a sigh of relief, his body relaxing, instantly feeling incredibly comfortable. Suddenly
, he was startled and cried out, "Ah!" Xiao Murong, still dazed, was startled and said, "What?
" Wen Yuan gritted his teeth, as if to sigh, but unable to utter a sound.
Xiao Murong was stunned for a moment. Seeing Wen Yuan's lower body gradually soften, she laughed and said, "Hey, can't take it anymore?
" Wen Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, are you satisfied now?"
Xiao Murong had long lost all her anger. Her heart was just a mess. She thought to herself, "
What was that thing that made him lose all his strength just now? It seems it really hurts his body." Wen Yuan saw her
eyes darting around and secretly cried out, "Oh no, it seems she hasn't finished with me yet
. This is really bad." Sure enough, Xiao Murong bent down with a grin and said, "Hey, with your martial arts skills,
it's just once. It's nothing, right? There are still twenty-one scoundrels alive in the Iron Cloud Escort Agency. Even if you lose this one time, you'll have to do it
twenty more times." As she spoke, she grasped the slowly recovering penis.
Wen Yuan was startled and exclaimed, "Miss Murong, this is no joke! It could really kill someone
!" Little Murong giggled, "At most, it'll be your life that's lost, not mine, right?" Her jade-like hands
began to rub, and soon Wen Yuan's blood seemed to flow downwards again, and he inwardly cried out, "Alas,
this little Murong is truly a demon of the martial world, she's really going to kill someone!"
Although Little Murong seemed vaguely shy, she didn't understand why, and found it quite amusing. Her fingers and
lips moved, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, no less than ten times. Little Murong became more skilled, changing the hardness and softness even faster,
but she herself was also tired, and only then did she stop. Wen Yuan was helpless. This ordeal had
left him feeling empty, exhausted, and speechless.
Little Murong sat resting beside Wen Yuan. Seeing his pale face and listless state, she felt a surge of pride
. She ruffled his hair and laughed, "How about it? I didn't kill you, did I?" Wen Yuan
closed his eyes , ignoring her, thinking, "Every word I say is a waste of energy. What if I really die?"
Whether it was truly the twenty-first round or not, Little Murong, having been captured in the sword fight, had already exhausted much of her energy.
After teasing Wen Yuan for a while, she felt sleepy and leaned against a corner of the temple, falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. Little Murong woke up to find Wen Yuan lying on the ground, fast asleep.
She hadn't put any pants on Wen Yuan, and the sunlight was shining on him, making it clear. Little Murong suddenly felt quite
embarrassed, thinking, "He's already suffered enough; I don't want him to really die." Thinking of the lot of
white , which she still didn't know what it was, she felt a pang of shame and thought, "Never mind him. Anyway,
I didn't kill him, so I'll show him mercy and leave him here." She then ran towards the temple gate.
Reaching the door, she hesitated, then turned back, pulled up Wen Yuan's trousers, and gazed at his
handsome face, thinking, "You're really good-looking, just like my elder brother. I'm only
sparing your life because of that. Yes, that's it, nothing else." She got up to leave, but looked back, still
undecided. She leaned over him, gently kissed Wen Yuan's cheek, and thought, "My elder brother said, 'Avenge
wrongs are necessary, but gratitude isn't always required.' This kiss is my way of thanking you; you have no reason to blame
me for doing this to you."
With that thought, Little Murong jumped up, smiled at Wen Yuan, and ran out of the temple like a whirlwind.
Running out of the woods, Little Murong thought, "Those damned guys from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency deserve to be wiped out!
Besides, I haven't even robbed that shipment of silver yet; my elder brother will definitely scold me to death." She immediately went to the market
to buy a sword before going to find the Iron Cloud Escort Agency's team.
He soon found a blacksmith's shop and was about to speak to the blacksmith when he noticed a
young woman standing inside. She was about his age, dressed in a blue cloth shirt, with delicate eyebrows and
bright , beautiful features. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence. The young woman urged, "Is it finished yet?"
The blacksmith hammered away for a while, then handed the woman a whip, saying, "It's done. This whip
is very delicate, young lady; it was quite difficult to mend." The soft whip was covered with countless small, round metal pellets, whether silver or
iron, gleaming brightly, making it appear like a silver whip. Little Murong thought to himself, "This woman knows martial arts too. With
so many things added to the whip, it must be much heavier." He casually picked up a short sword, paid for it, and tied it to his waist.
The young woman tucked the silver whip into her sleeve, glanced at Little Murong, and then turned to leave the blacksmith's shop. Little Murong
didn't mind and followed her out, heading to find the Iron Cloud Escort Agency. Just as he stepped out of the blacksmith's shop, he suddenly heard someone call out, "
Wait!"
Little Murong turned around and saw a dirty-clothed man standing to the side, whom he didn't recognize.
He asked, "What's going on?" The man replied, "Where has my brother Wen gone?" Little Murong was startled, then suddenly remembered and
exclaimed, "Ah, you're that man from yesterday!"
This man was Ren Jianqing. Last night, he had been chasing a major enemy and rushed to the inn. Although
he heard Wen Yuan calling, he didn't have time to answer and went straight out to chase after him. In the end, he was blocked by the enemy's reinforcements
and was almost captured. After escaping, he wanted to discuss something with Wen Yuan, but the innkeeper replied that he hadn't checked in.
Ren Jianqing searched around and encountered a caravan from the Tieyun Escort Agency. Through a combination of questioning and coercion, he learned that Wen Yuan had rescued
Little Murong . He thought to himself, "Brother Wen doesn't have much experience in the martial world. With this little devil by his side, his martial arts are bound to suffer."
"I'm sure my cunning is no match for his." He searched back and forth but couldn't find him. Then, unexpectedly,
he saw .
Ren Jianqing laughed when she recognized him, saying, "Good, you really are Little Murong. I've taken a look
, and I haven't misremembered your appearance. Hey, little girl, where is Brother Wen? He's Brother Wen Yuan,
don't get it wrong."
The girl was about to leave when she suddenly turned around, her face showing surprise and delight. She ran over and said,
" Uncle, do you know Wen Yuan?" Ren Jianqing said, "Of course."
Little Murong pouted and said, "How would I know who he is? You know him? I don't know him,
and I don't know you either. I don't have time to waste with you." With that, she turned to leave. Ren Jianqing swayed and blocked her way
, saying, "Alright, you might not know his name. He's the young
man next to you in the inn last night, the one with the broken sword, who chased after you." Xiao Murong laughed, "Since he chased after you,
what does that have to do with me?" Ren Jianqing said, "Oh, where do you think you can blame yourself? He rescued
you from a group of people, do you think I don't know that?" He then laughed loudly and said to the girl, "And who are you,
looking for my brother Wen? What do you want?"
The girl didn't know the whole story and couldn't understand what they were saying. When Ren Jianqing asked, she laughed and said,
"He's my senior brother, what's wrong with me looking for him?"
Upon hearing this, both Ren Jianqing and Xiao Murong exclaimed "Eh!"
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=== ...
She and Wen Yuan were about the same age and had played
together since childhood, getting along very well. At first, she didn't feel much
pain from parting with her two senior brothers, but as time went on, she couldn't help but miss them.
Hua Xuan had deeply inherited the essence of her father's martial arts, and her skills differed considerably from her two senior brothers, forming a unique style. She
traveled the martial world alone, and although some unscrupulous individuals tried to harass her, she dealt with them all. However, while
ordinary scoundrels were easy to handle, encountering a true master of unorthodox martial arts was a different story. Thinking of this, she wanted even more to find
her senior brothers for support. At this moment, hearing Ren Jianqing mention Wen Yuan, she was overjoyed and immediately went forward
to inquire .
Hearing Ren Jianqing mention Wen Yuan rescuing her, Xiao Murong was curious and asked, "Hey, how do you
know about this?" Ren Jianqing laughed and said, "I kicked those bastards from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency a few times, and
they spilled everything. Little girl, you'd better be honest." Xiao Murong raised her eyebrows and said, "Alright
, but you have to tell me where those bastards from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency are. We'll make a deal."
Ren Jianqing said, "Okay, tell me, and I'll tell you." Xiao Murong smiled sweetly and said,
"I'll tell you. He's in a dilapidated temple in a forest." Ren Jianqing nodded and said, "The Iron Cloud
Escort Agency bastards were just walking on a bluestone path." Xiao Murong frowned and asked, "How many bluestone paths are there here?
Which one is it?" Ren Jianqing laughed and said, "Little girl, there are quite a few forests around here, aren't there?"
Xiao Murong chuckled and said, "That's true. Let me be clearer. It's over there. Look, that
area is it." She pointed east. Ren Jianqing followed her finger and glanced to the side, indeed seeing a patch of green trees
. Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind and was startled, thinking, "This little girl is ruthless." He dodged it and
turned to see that Xiao Murong, having missed her attack, had already fled.
Hua Xuan, who had been listening to their conversation, was caught off guard by Xiao Murong's sudden attack and immediately ran after her, thinking, "I don't know if what this
girl said is true or false. I can't let her get away. I'll chase after her first." Without hesitation, he
lightly stepped forward and gave chase.
Ren Jianqing, however, didn't pursue Xiao Murong, thinking, "This little girl is very clever. No matter how I question her, she might not
tell the truth. Time is of the essence now. I'll go and look for her first, and if it's true, then we'll talk. That little girl claims to be Brother Wen's junior
sister. Judging from her agile movements, she won't be harmed by that little devil. I'll leave her for now." He flew into the forest
, ignoring Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong.
His lightness skill was superb; he darted back and forth through the woods and actually found the dilapidated temple where Wen Yuan was.
Upon entering, he saw Wen Yuan lying on the ground and was startled. He rushed forward to check on him, calling out, "Brother Wen
!" He thought to himself, "That little devil didn't trick me; Brother Wen is really here." Actually,
the woods that Little Murong had pointed to were quite far away. Ren Jianqing, using his lightness skill, had reached the other side of the woods and
hadn't noticed him at first.
Wen Yuan had already woken up, but his acupoints were still sealed, preventing him from moving
. Seeing Ren Jianqing arrive, he was overjoyed and said, "Brother Ren, hello! How is that gray-clad man?" Ren Jianqing was taken aback, then laughed, "Never mind him for now.
What happened to you? Are you sleeping soundly here?" Wen Yuan said, "No, I've been acupunctured."
Ren Jianqing patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Get up!"
Wen Yuan felt an unstoppable surge of true energy penetrate his body from his shoulder, flowing throughout his body, and his acupoints were instantly sealed. He sat up,
filled with admiration, thinking, "Brother Ren's internal strength is truly remarkable. Without needing to target or
release acupoints , a single tap has completely soothed my meridians. I am far inferior."
Ren Jianqing said, "Brother Wen, who struck your acupoints? How come you're here alone?" He
glanced at his lower body and then laughed, "Also, your belt is loose, and your clothes are disheveled. What mischief did you get up to?
And why did that little Murong leave you here alone?" Wen Yuan was startled, even... He hurriedly fastened his belt, stood
up, and was about to speak when he suddenly stumbled, feeling weak and unsteady, almost falling. He thought to himself, "How many times has
this little devil tormented me? If it's really twenty-one times, I'm afraid I won't even be able to stand up."
Ren Jianqing, seeing his unsteady gait, became even more puzzled and pressed him for details. Wen Yuan
began recounting his sword duel with Little Murong last night, but when he got to the part about rescuing Little
Murong
, he suddenly stopped, saying, "Brother Ren, this matter is not good for Miss Murong's reputation, so I can't say more." Ren Jianqing laughed heartily, "I know even if you don't tell me. Hao Yi just fell down, and his cronies started causing trouble." He recounted all the information he had gathered from the other bodyguards.
Wen Yuan listened, patted his head, and said, "Brother Ren, you're really capable; you've found out everything
clearly ."
Ren Jianqing said, "It's nothing much. What happened next?" Wen Yuan recounted
how Little Murong had manipulated him last night, but dared not elaborate on how she had done it. Ren Jianqing grew increasingly astonished as he listened. Recalling
Wen Yuan reaction, he
couldn't help but burst into laughter, clapping and stamping his feet as if he had witnessed something unprecedented. Wen Yuan, looking embarrassed, said, "Brother Ren, this matter is truly not honorable; it must not be spread."
Ren Jianqing's laughter continued, "Ah...of course not, Brother Wen, this...haha, while it can't be
called a good thing, it's certainly a stroke of good fortune, but it's a bit too taxing on my vital energy, cough...ah haha, uh,
it's alright , it's fine, you're still young, your body can handle it."
Wen Yuan waited until Ren Jianqing had finished laughing before asking, "Brother Ren, who was that gray-clad man last night? Was he the Great
Murong?" Ren Jianqing shook his head, "No! He's much more powerful than the Great Murong. No, perhaps about the
same. His name is Huang Zhonggui, Zhong as in 'human,' and Gui as in 'demon, ghost,' 'ghost.'" Wen Yuan thought to himself, "How can someone use
the word 'ghost' in their name?"
Ren Jianqing clapped his hands, "This guy's kung fu is so ruthless and powerful, there aren't many in the martial arts world
who can match him." " A match for him. That Huang Zhonggui, you could call him a demon from hell. I kicked him
three times and struck him with a palm, and he withstood it all. I was struck by his palm and couldn't take it, almost losing
my life ." Wen Yuan was puzzled and asked, "Brother Ren, do you have a grudge against this man?"
Ren Jianqing replied, "Not necessarily. He is the top expert under my senior brother. He was ordered to kill me
, so I had no choice but to kill him." Wen Yuan was startled and said, "So there's been a change in your sect, Brother Ren."
Ren Jianqing said, "I've gotten used to it over the past twenty years. Never mind that, Brother Wen, I
've come to you today because I have something to give you." Wen Yuan asked, "What is it?"
Ren Jianqing took off a bundle from his back and took out a seven-stringed zither. The zither was made of hard and smooth wood, and its seven strings
shone with an unusual light. Although it resembled an ordinary zither, it seemed to be something different. Ren Jianqing said, "This zither
is called the 'Seven-Stringed Zither of Civil and Military Affairs,' the same name as the zither that Yu Boya and Xie Zhongziqi smashed. But it's definitely not that zither
, since that one was broken. Brother Wen, why don't you try playing it?"
Wen Yuan took the zither and tried to pluck a string, but it was difficult to pluck and no sound came out. He felt a little strange, so he used his
internal energy and was able to pluck it and produce a sound. However, playing like this greatly consumed his internal energy. Every time the string vibrated, the internal energy was rebounded
, and his fingering was immediately hindered. After playing only a few notes, his fingers felt sore and numb.
Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "Brother Wen, just use all your internal energy. Don't be afraid of breaking the string, just play as much as you can!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Since that's the case, then I'll give it a try." He immediately activated his true energy and played
a piece called "Youlan" with a clear and resonant sound. He felt waves of energy returning to the strings, one after another. Every time Wen Yuan added a finger, a
rebound was transmitted, but the sound of the zither was no different from that of an ordinary zither. After the piece was finished, Wen Yuan felt his meridians
surging . His ten fingers were no longer sore and numb, but instead incredibly comfortable. He was both surprised and delighted, saying, "Brother Ren, this zither is actually
a wonderful method for cultivating internal energy."
Ren Jianqing said, "That's right. To play this zither, one's internal energy must have a foundation. By channeling energy into the music, the seven
strings stimulate the internal energy back, resonating with the player and creating a dynamic interplay of strength and weakness with the melody. Playing a piece is like cultivating
internal energy once. The strings of this 'Civil and Martial Seven-String Zither' cannot be broken. I've played countless pieces,
and the zither remains intact. Otherwise, without a few copper coins on me, where would I have bought a bunch of zithers
to play until they fell apart?" He then laughed heartily and said, "Brother Wen, this zither has been with me for twenty years. It's time for
a new owner. I'm giving it to you today. I destroyed your zither yesterday, so I didn't give this one..." "Take it with you, it should
n't be too late to compensate me today, "
Wen Yuan exclaimed. "Brother Ren, I can't accept such a precious item..." Ren Jianqing
waved his hand before he could finish, saying, "If you don't accept it, I don't know who else is qualified to accept it. I'm about to face a great battle, and carrying this zither
, I'm constantly worried about slipping and getting slashed or slapped. This seven-stringed zither can't withstand that; it'll
definitely be destroyed. Giving it to you is actually doing me a great favor. Otherwise, I might as well follow Yu Boya's example and smash this zither
to pieces."
Wen Yuan was moved by his sincerity and knew he couldn't refuse, so he smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll accept it. I will definitely practice my zither skills diligently
in the future present Brother Ren with another piece." Ren Jianqing laughed and said, "That's wonderful! I'll give you a zither and receive a piece
in return; this is a win-win situation. Even Lü Buwei couldn't have done that." The two laughed heartily at each other.
Little Murong had just gotten rid of Ren Jianqing and didn't even have time to feel smug before Hua Xuan caught up with him. Xiao Murong accelerated
, but Hua Xuan continued to pursue him at a respectful distance. Reaching the outskirts, Xiao Murong suddenly stopped, turned around, and called out, "Hey
, why are you chasing me?"
Hua Xuan also stopped and said, "You still haven't told me where my Senior Brother Wen is." Xiao Murong
laughed and said, "He's your senior brother, why are you asking me?" Hua Xuan became anxious and said, "Since you've seen him,
of course I'm asking you."
Seeing her anxious expression, Xiao Murong's mind turned, and she decided to tease her, saying with a smile, "That
person , so he must know how to find us. Why don't you go find him, sister
?" Hua Xuan was a little annoyed and said, "Girl, just tell me clearly, wouldn't that be better?" Xiao Murong laughed and said, "Oh dear
, that wouldn't be fun."
The two girls were in a stalemate when they suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves. The two girls turned their heads and saw a group of about thirty people
approaching Three riders were far ahead, one was in the middle, and the rest followed behind.
The three riders in the lead were all riding chestnut horses. The one on the left was a dark-faced man with short hair and light clothing, quite fierce-looking. The one
in the middle was an old man with white hair, small eyes, and a very serious square face. The rider on the right
wore an iron mask with three slits and two small holes for his eyes, mouth, and nostrils, and a tangle
of long hair hung down his back, making him look extremely strange.
Just as the three riders passed the two women, a whistle suddenly sounded from behind, and the three riders turned back,
splitting into three groups, subtly surrounding Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan.
Hua Xuan was startled, not knowing what was going on, and asked, "What are you doing?" Xiao Murong glanced at them and knew that
the newcomers were . She muttered to herself, "I should have kept quiet about her. I've run into these annoying
guys for no reason." She didn't recognize any of the three men. Except for the one with the iron mask, whose expression was hidden, the other two
had a hint of ill intent in their eyes.
The rider arrived, his steed a magnificent white horse with gleaming blue hooves
. He chuckled, "Oh, you two young ladies are also here to enjoy West Lake? It's fate that we meet here;
why not join us for some fun?"
The man was only in his early twenties, dressed in fine clothes, with a dashing and handsome appearance. His eyes were unusually bright, almost
gleaming, as he looked the two women up and down before smiling directly at them. Hua Xuan frowned slightly, thinking, "This
guy isn't bad-looking, but those shifty eyes of his are so annoying." Little Murong, seeing his arrogance
, cursed inwardly, thinking, "You spoiled brat, daring to approach me! If my brother were here, he'd
surely send you on your way with a single sword stroke."
The young man was overjoyed to see the two girls ignoring him, thinking to himself, "Good, they're both top-notch.
They'll be incredibly fun to handle, the most exhilarating thing ever." He was confident he had seen countless beauties; he could tell a woman's charm the moment his
eyes met hers. The girls' gazes shifted: some were full of affection, some
glared back angrily, some were shy and timid, and some ignored him completely. He could immediately tell their intentions, whether they were virtuous or wanton.
Seeing the two stunning beauties before him completely oblivious to him, he felt an irresistible urge and a wicked thought arose within him.
He dismounted, approached Hua Xuan, and said with a smile, "Does the young lady have given her permission?" Hua Xuan panicked at his approach,
unsure how to react. She quickly turned to Xiao Murong and said, "Tell me quickly where Senior Brother Wen is! These
people are acting strangely; I'm leaving."
Xiao Murong glanced around, thinking, "These three must know martial arts; I wonder how
skilled they are. You want to leave? Don't I want to wait for them?" " That stinking thing wasn't paying attention, so I just chopped off this greasy-haired guy
's head while I was at it." She wasn't very knowledgeable about matters of love between men and women, but she did n't care about killing
. Looking at the handsome man in front of her, she found his expression repulsive, and couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill towards Hua Xuan, who was also a woman .
She immediately smiled and said, "Alright, but there are so many people here, it's quite annoying. Sister, let's go to the side and talk
, so they won't hear us." Hua Xuan was very happy and smiled, "Okay, let's go over there." She and
Xiao Murong walked to the side side.
The dark-faced man blocked their way and laughed, "Our young master invited the two ladies, why won't you do
him the honor?" As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and a gust of wind followed. Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan simultaneously waved their sleeves to meet it.
The two gusts of wind combined into one force, and the dark-faced man's palm wind was pushed back. He felt a tightness in his chest and took a step back.
The dark-faced man was furious. He had originally intended to push the two women back with a palm strike, startling them. However, the two
women each possessed unique skills and counterattacked simultaneously. He hadn't used much of his true strength and was instead forced back, suffering a hidden loss. Hua Xuan
merely parried the attack casually, but Xiao Murong was determined to kill. Her flick of her sleeve was full of true energy, extremely fierce.
Unexpectedly, the man's cultivation was not weak, and Xiao Murong's internal strength had not yet reached its peak, so her power did not travel far. She only inflicted
a third of the force on him, without causing internal injury. If she had been three feet closer, or if that sleeve had been flicked by Ren Jianqing, the man
would have been seriously injured and vomited blood. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong happened to be fighting together, and a sense of camaraderie arose within them.
They exchanged a smile .
Seeing that the two women possessed martial arts skills and had even forced one of his strongest men to retreat, the young master was incredibly surprised
and laughed, "Mr. Shao is being too chivalrous. Teacher Ke, Mr. Yan, you three
should probably keep these two ladies here, otherwise, I'll lose face."
Hua Xuan glared at the young master and said, "What 'young master' or 'great master'?" The white-haired old man shouted angrily
, "How dare you be so rude! This is our Prince Jingwei's heir, a man of unparalleled honor. How dare you, a mere commoner, speak to him like that?"
Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui, had a son and a daughter, namely his heir Zhao Pingbo and Princess Zhao Wanyan, who were
half- siblings. Zhao Pingbo considered himself a romantic, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, well-versed in poetry and prose, and had also learned
martial arts from Lu Daoren. He was known as a man of both literary and martial talents, and under the doting care of Prince Zhao, he did whatever he pleased.
This time, Zhao Pingbo was escorted to the capital by his palace guards, but he set off three months early, first heading to West Lake in Hangzhou
to meet a peerless beauty. However, he stumbled upon countless other women along the way. Upon arriving
at West Lake , he encountered two more exceptionally beautiful women at the same time. The joy he felt was
indescribable, even to someone who considered himself no less skilled in writing than the ancient sages.
Although Hua Xuan glared at him, he found it incredibly alluring, thinking, "When you're in my bed
, let's see how you glare at me—preferably panting, gritting your teeth, with a pitiful look in your eyes; that would be truly captivating
." A smile crept onto his lips at this thought.
Seeing the wicked glint in his smile, Xiao Murong cursed inwardly, "I don't care what kind of prince or nobleman you are, daring to
put on airs in front of me, I'll make sure you suffer the consequences sooner or later."
Zhao Pingbo's three subordinates were all skilled fighters. The white-haired elder, Ke Yantai,
was extremely knowledgeable in various martial arts; the dark-faced man, Shao Fei, was highly accomplished in swordsmanship; and the iron-faced man, named Yan Tie, possessed unparalleled and bizarre Western Region martial arts
. The three of them and Zhao Pingbo stood at four corners, forming an encirclement.
Hua Xuan had also sensed the other party's malicious intentions and thought, "I haven't even seen Senior Brother Wen yet
, and there are already so many annoying guys!" He rushed between Ke Yantai and Shao Fei, calling out, "Miss, this way!"
Xiao Murong thought, "Having a companion is always helpful against enemies." She had originally intended to strike Zhao Pingbo first, but now
she couldn't care less. She moved like a feather, a sword light flowing up and down, clearing the way—it was the "Rainbow
Feather Robe Sword."
Shao Fei, eager to regain face, immediately drew his sword to counter, unleashing the twenty-eight moves of the "Astrological Sword Technique."
This sword technique subtly incorporated the principles of the twenty-eight constellations and the five elements' mutual generation and restraint. The sword flashed, each move exquisite, and
although Xiao Murong's sword path was unpredictable and elusive, he couldn't penetrate it for the time being. Ke Yantai channeled his energy into his arm, striking Xiao Murong's
back . Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, and a white light appeared before his eyes, like a silver dragon churning and white waves
surging, its imposing aura overwhelming. Startled, he had no choice but to dodge the attack, withdrawing his palm to avoid it.
Unexpectedly, the silver light swiftly returned, striking directly at his face, its movements agile and unpredictable. Ke Yantai was terrified
. He reached for his waist and unleashed two black and red swords, parrying the silver light with a sharp "thud." He felt a heat in his palm
, and the silver light vanished instantly. Looking closely, he saw that Hua Xuan's left hand held a brilliantly shining silver whip. These two fierce attacks were her
father's secret technique, the "Eight Directions Wind Rope."
The Eight Directions Wind Rope is named after an ancient book about eight winds. In addition to the eight main moves, it also includes countless variations, making it
an extremely fierce whip technique. Hua Xuan was using this skill for the first time. She first used the "Vast Desert Wind Style" from the north, followed by the "
Peaceful Wind Style," appearing in quick succession to force the enemy back. She couldn't help but smile with delight, saying, "If you know
how powerful it is , then quickly get out of the way. I won't hurt you."

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