Purple and Green Twin Beauties

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Chapter Seven:
Spring comes early to Jiangnan, the grass grows tall and slender, and in the slanting sunlight of March, there is still a slight chill in the air, especially in the mornings and evenings. On the main road from Fifty Heng Street to Xiaguan Gate on the outskirts of Jiangning, pedestrians are few and far between, treetops sway, a gentle breeze rustles, and the silence is profound. Suddenly, a wild goose takes flight, and in the distance, the faint sound of hooves can be heard. Moments later, a spotted donkey appears, carrying a stunningly beautiful young woman.
She is young, charming, lively, and cheerful, possessing an alluring quality. She wears a fitted pinkish-green suit, and at her waist hangs an antique, weathered short sword. The scabbard is made of bronze, engraved with two characters: "Tai'a." This young woman is none other than Xinyi.
After spending two days in Jiangning, Xinyi remembered what Biyan had told her earlier. She got up early, dressed herself, paid for her room, and rode her flowery donkey out of the Xiaguan Gate in the north of Jiangning. She traveled slowly northwards, enjoying the scenery along the way, and soon arrived at the Qinhuai River in Yangzhou.
The Qinhuai River was bustling with pleasure boats, filled with the sounds of music and laughter, a testament to the splendor of the Six Dynasties. It was only evening, but many wealthy young men were already there, seeking pleasure. Xinyi walked to the riverbank and saw that each boat had a sign with its name on it. Some boats were brightly lit, filled with laughter, while others had their lights off. Xinyi noticed one boat moored near the shore, unlike the others which were lined up one after another, and its lights were still on. She looked at it more closely.
The window of that boat was open, and Xinyi stood on the bank for a while, but there was no laughter inside. After a while, a child's head, about three or four years old, suddenly climbed out of the window. The little girl saw Xin Yi and waved to him with a smile. Xin Yi saw that he had big, bright eyes and a very cute smile, so he waved back. The child also waved excitedly, but suddenly, he slipped, cried out, and fell into the river. Xin Yi saw this and quickly called for the boatman. After a while,
a country man, about forty years old, bald, with scars crisscrossing his cheeks, and a very strong build, came out from the stern. He looked worried and asked with a frown, "What's wrong?"
Xin Yi pointed to the water and said, "A child has fallen in! You must hurry and save him!"
The bald, strong man looked out the window and saw the child's head getting further and further away from the boat. He hurriedly shouted, "What happened? How did the child fall in?"
"With that, the bald, burly man rolled up his trousers and jumped into the water. Fortunately, the water wasn't deep because it was close to the shore, and he quickly pulled the child ashore.
The bald, burly man placed the child upside down on his lap, and the child coughed up a lot of water. Then, an elderly woman, about eighty years old, came out from the aft cabin. As soon as she came out, she said to the bald, burly man, "Standing here so late, be careful not to catch a cold." She then turned to look at the child and said to the bald, burly men, "Where did this child come from? He's made the boat filthy. Get him out of here quickly.
" The bald, burly man frowned slightly and said to the old woman, "Mom, why are you like this? This is your grandson! How can you not remember him? Sigh!"
Before the old woman could answer, the bald, burly man suddenly stood up, bowed to Xinyi, and thanked her, saying, "This young lady saved my son's life. I am poor and have no way to repay her. Please come aboard, young lady, and I will offer you a cup of tea to express my gratitude! " Xinyi had intended to leave after seeing the child rescued, but seeing the bald, burly man's distressed expression and the old woman's apparent mental instability, curiosity and pity arose within her. She agreed, tied her donkey to a willow tree on the bank, and at that moment, the
bald, burly man poled the boat to the shore, lowered the gangplank, and Xinyi boarded the boat.
The boat contained only a small table and two stools, and it looked rather dilapidated. Soon, the bald, burly man served tea, repeatedly expressing his gratitude. As he spoke, he knelt down. Xinyi quickly helped the bald, burly man to a chair, but he continued to thank her profusely.
Xinyi said, "Brother, you seem like an honest man, yet your face is full of sorrow. You must have something on your mind. If you don't mind my youth and lack of experience, why don't you tell me what's wrong
? We can discuss it." The bald, burly man listened, his eyes reddening, and tears streamed down his face.
It turned out that this man's situation was also exceptionally tragic. His father, Jin Huomu, was originally a tenant farmer in a small village called Wangjiazhuang on the outskirts of the city, living off the meager harvest from farming. His wife was virtuous, they had a son, Da Niu, who helped with the farm, and later, they had a daughter. Life was hard, but they were happy
. But the landlord, Master Wang, who had seven concubines, took a fancy to Da Niu's sister. Master Wang sent someone to propose marriage. Da Niu's family naturally refused, so Master Wang summoned his father and offered five taels of silver to take back his land. Da Niu's father refused again. Master Wang increased the offer to ten taels. Da Niu's father still refused, saying that his family of six depended entirely on this vegetable garden for their livelihood, and asked for the master's help. Master Wang then said: "How about you marry your daughter, A Xiu, to me? Then we'll be family, I won't take back your vegetable garden, and I'll even give you an extra one hundred taels of silver
." Da Niu's father, naturally unwilling, was severely beaten on the spot and collapsed from his injuries upon returning home. Da Niu, enraged, grabbed a hoe and went to confront Master Wang, only to be beaten by Master Wang's servants, who slashed his face and kicked him. He was further falsely accused of damaging Master Wang's antiques and had someone file a complaint at the patrol office. The constables then arrested Da Niu.
Da Niu's wife rushed to the patrol office to plead her case, but was also driven out by the constables. The patrol officer, acting on Master Wang's orders, subjected Da Niu to beatings with boards and cangues, leaving him barely alive. Da Niu's wife visited him in prison and found him covered in blood and unable to speak. She went to Master Wang's house to plead for him, but was raped by Master Wang's family. Returning home in a daze, she soon hanged herself. Da Niu's father, already old, died soon after, and Da Niu's mother, heartbroken, went insane
. Da Niu's younger sister, A Xiu, seeing that things weren't going well, agreed to marry Master Wang as a concubine on the condition that Da Niu be released. Master Wang indeed released Da Niu. On the night of her wedding, A Xiu hid a knife in her sleeve, intending to assassinate Master Wang, but instead, she was killed by him. Master Wang then sent his servants to the Jin family that very night to capture Da Niu. Fortunately, Da Niu was strong. Although there were many servants, they dared not push him too far due to Da Niu's fierce nature, allowing him to escape from Wang Family Village with his mother and young son.
Xin Yi, having heard the whole story, was already filled with righteous indignation. Upon hearing this, she suddenly stood up, slamming her hand down, causing bowls and dishes to fly and soup to splash everywhere. She angrily exclaimed, "Is this true?!"
Seeing her uncontrollable rage, Da Niu repeatedly said, "It's absolutely true!
" Xin Yi said, "Tell me where Wang Family Village is, and I'll avenge you!"
The old man said, "I am very grateful for your kindness, young lady, but you are a young woman...
" Suddenly, Xin Yi reached out and neatly sliced off a corner of the table
. Upon seeing this, the old man exclaimed with delight, "So you are a skilled martial artist! Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!" He then shed tears. He said, "Wang Family Village is a day's journey from here. If you don't mind, please rest on my boat tonight. You and my mother can sleep in the aft cabin, and I will sleep in the fore-stern.
" Xin Yi thought she still had many things to ask the old man, so she agreed.
That night, Xin Yi shared a cabin with the old man's mother and the child, while the old man slept on the floor of the fore-stern.
Xinyi spent the entire night thinking about Da Niu's family's plight, burning with anger. She resolved to set off for Wangjiazhuang early the next morning, tossing and turning until the early hours of the morning before finally falling asleep.
The next morning, before dawn, Xinyi got up. Seeing Da Niu's mother and son still fast asleep, she quietly got up and went to the front cabin. Upon arriving, she looked at Da Niu and couldn't help but feel a surge of heat throughout her body, her heart pounding. It turned out that Da Niu, due to male nature, had naturally become erect in the morning, and his erect penis, over nine inches long, was protruding from his crotch. Xinyi was momentarily captivated, her heart filled with lust, and she stood there, stunned, beside Da Niu.
Xinyi stayed for a short while before going outside to wash up. Returning to the aft cabin, she placed the five thousand taels of silver notes on the table and was about to leave when she suddenly thought of Da Niu's nine-inch-long penis. Unable to control her desire any longer, she went into the inner cabin, pressed acupressure points on Da Niu's mother and the other two to induce sleep, took off her outer garment, and quietly opened the door to the front cabin.
Xinyi walked to Da Niu's bedside, her beautiful eyes, filled with lust, staring intently at him. At this moment, Da Niu had also been awakened by Xin Yi. Seeing her approach, he was naturally surprised, and noticing his erect penis, he stammered, "Miss, is there something you need?"
Startled, Da Niu's large penis twitched, and Xin Yi's beautiful eyes were fixed on it. This sight, coupled with her already burning desire, felt like a hammer piercing her heart, intensifying her lust. Pretending to be careless, she dropped her cloak to the ground, revealing her fair legs, shapely hips, slender waist, and full breasts—her snow-white body was immediately presented before Da Niu's eyes.
Although Da Niu was an honest man, he was in his prime, and the desires of men and women were fundamental human needs. How could he resist? Adding to this, Xin Yi's cheeks were like spring flowers, and her eyes were filled with alluring passion; he felt his heart flutter.
Seeing that he didn't move, Xinyi slowly walked forward, her captivating eyes fixed on him without blinking. Suddenly, she lunged forward, grabbing Da Niu's shoulder, panting softly, and leaning against him.
Da Niu, though not made of wood, was also weak at this moment. He gently pushed her away, but accidentally pushed against Xinyi's snow-white, full breasts. His heart fluttered again, and Xinyi pushed him away, pinning him to the bed. Da Niu, his reason completely broken, also embraced Xinyi, and the two rolled onto the floor.
Da Niu slightly spread Xinyi's thighs and placed his hand on her tender vulva, rubbing his fingers back and forth between her labia and clitoris, causing Xinyi to feel spasmodic pleasure deep within her legs.
"Mmm! It's so itchy, I'm all wet," Xinyi said coquettishly.
Overwhelmed by the tingling and pleasurable sensation, Xin Yi boldly spread her legs, placing her plump and tender vulva in Da Niu's rough palm, letting him play with her inner petals. The love juice flowing from her tender vulva moistened Da Niu's fingers, exuding the fragrance of a young woman.
"Ah...oh..." With each moan, love juice gushed from Xin Yi's body. Da Niu passionately kissed Xin Yi's neck, his left hand supporting her full breasts, while his right hand continued to roam between her labia. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Xin Yi moaned repeatedly, gently stroking Da Niu's enormous glans.
Xin Yi moved her rounded, slender thighs in response to Da Niu's actions, completely abandoning her girlish reserve. Da Niu pulled down his trousers and stroked his thick, veiny penis a few times, caressing Xin Yi's long, jade-like legs. Then, grasping Xin Yi's ankles, he gently lifted her legs, finding her pink vulva at the slightly protruding part of her groin. Da Niu used his index and ring fingers to part Xin Yi's moist labia, aimed his glans at the entrance, and slowly inserted it, not daring to thrust in all at once. Unexpectedly, Xin Yi, feeling a tingling sensation, arched her tender opening, and the hot penis entered more than halfway in. Xin Yi's vagina tightly gripped Da Niu's penis. Since his wife's death, Da Niu had never experienced sexual pleasure, let alone enjoyed such a tight, tender opening.
Da Niu's penis gently thrust in and out. "Push it in further! It's so itchy inside!" Xin Yi moaned softly, her buttocks arching upwards. Da Niu was no longer as gentle as before; his movements became increasingly rapid, thrusting over two hundred times, each time hitting the very core of her being with a soft, wet sound, creating a beautiful melody.
After another two or three hundred powerful thrusts, Xinyi's uterus suddenly contracted, her whole body trembled, and a gush of love fluid gushed out. Da Niu's glans also felt a tingling numbness, and white semen shot straight to her core, bringing a blissful sensation.
Exhausted, the two lay on the bed. Soon, Xinyi got up to wash and returned to the rear cabin. She released Da Niu's mother and the others from their sedation, asked Da Niu for directions to Wangjia Village, and then bid him farewell before heading there.
That evening, Xinyi arrived at Wangjia Village. She inquired with the villagers about the residence of the landlord, Master Wang, then tied her little donkey outside the village and, using her light-footed skills, went to investigate Master Wang's house at night.
Wang Lusan, the head of Wangjiazhuang, spent the first half of his life as a peddler and a middle-aged man. After accumulating some wealth in middle age, he started a business in Wangjiazhuang. Through plunder and extortion, he achieved great success, becoming not only incredibly wealthy but also owning thousands of acres of land. His name was known throughout the surrounding area, and he was quite the celebrity.
Wang Lusan's first wife died when he was forty-two.
After that, he took seven concubines. Although he was over seventy years old, he was a womanizer, a gambler, and a prostitute. He
also secretly engaged in all sorts of evil deeds.
After quietly leaping into the Wang family mansion, Xin Yi had already made up her mind: "Wang Lusan alone couldn't have committed so many evils. His accomplices all deserve to die. Today, I must show no mercy." She saw five guards drinking and playing dice in the pavilion when a beautiful young woman suddenly jumped over the wall, causing them to stare in astonishment. The guards, seeing the woman's beauty, smiled obsequiously, about to make a suggestive remark. Suddenly, the woman stretched out her hands, shifted her body, and slashed down on his shoulder blade. The guard felt a sharp pain in both shoulders, his shoulder blade shattered. Xin Yi swiftly struck again, and in an instant, all five guards were knocked to the ground.
After defeating the guards, Xin Yi grabbed a servant and questioned him, learning the location of Wang Lusan's residence. She then secretly approached the pavilion where Wang Lusan lived. The attic was brightly lit, and the sounds of men and women laughing and joking could be heard. Xin Yi thought it best not to be rash, so she went to the back window of the attic and crouched down, poking a small hole in the paper window to peek inside. It turned out that Wang Lu San had just obtained a supposedly invincible aphrodisiac from an Indian merchant and was currently having an affair with the Fifth Concubine. Xin Yi felt a surge of desire, but instead of immediately going in, she changed her mind and watched from the window. She saw Wang Lu San spreading the Fifth Concubine's legs and burying his face between her thighs, licking her vigorously. Wang Lu San
's
tongue was very long; he kept teasing and sucking at the Fifth Concubine's labia, drawing out her vaginal fluids, his mouth full of bubbles. Besides licking, he also gently bit her protruding clitoris with his teeth!
"You...you...you rascal!" The Fifth Concubine seemed aroused; she suddenly broke free from him and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come here," Wang Lusan licked the foam from the corner of his mouth, revealing a lewd smile.
Fifth Concubine's lower abdomen bulged, her legs slightly parted, revealing her hairy vulva. Her labia were glistening with oil. Although Fifth Concubine was slender, her breasts were disproportionate to her body!
Fifth Concubine's narrow eyes were watery, and she seemed a little impatient: "Hurry up and take out your thing!" Then, she reached out and pinched Wang Lusan's crotch. Wang Lusan unbuckled his belt, and Fifth Concubine let go, causing his pants to fall down. A purplish-red, erect six-inch penis was revealed.
At Wang Lusan's age, his penis shouldn't be able to get erect quickly, but that wasn't the case. Thanks to the drug, his penis immediately became erect.
"Good!" Wang Lusan grinned evilly: "I'll give you a good meal!" He grabbed Fifth Concubine's calves with both hands and pulled them apart! Her legs were spread wide open for him!
Fifth Concubine braced herself against the bed, her lower abdomen raised as high as possible. Her vaginal opening was wide open, even her clitoris protruding!
Wang Lusan gripped her thighs and thrust his penis in hard!
"Ouch!" Fifth Concubine cried out softly, the penis easily reaching the bottom.
Except for her two small testicles, Wang Lusan's entire penis was wet; Fifth Concubine's vaginal fluids were abundant!
Wang Lusan was very skilled in bed; after inserting, he didn't rush to thrust, but instead let it soak in her warm vagina.
Fifth Concubine moaned softly, "My darling, move!"
Wang Lusan laughed as he pulled on his penis, "This is good stuff, you'll have to kiss this treasure later!"
"Oh, ah!" Fifth Concubine groaned, "Hurry up, oh!
" His movements quickened, like a bellows.
"Oh, ah!" Fifth Concubine bit her lip desperately, her moans carrying to Xin Yi's ears outside
.
Xin Yi watched and heard, her heart itching, her body gradually heating up. An idea struck her, and she suddenly pushed open the window, leaped into the room, knocked Fifth Concubine unconscious, and used acupressure on Wang Lusan to make him sit on the bed, pushing Fifth Concubine to the back.
Wang Lusan, halfway through his pleasure, was suddenly struck by this sudden change, and in shock, he fainted. Xin Yi pinched his philtrum, and he slowly awoke. Upon waking, he saw a beautiful young woman in green standing before him. His heart settled, but then he heard Xin Yi say: "I've come for revenge. The good deeds you did to the Jin family at the village entrance will have to be paid for today."
Upon hearing this, Wang Lusan felt a chill run down his spine and nearly fainted again, yet his erect penis remained proudly erect due to the drugs.
Xinyi continued, "But I won't treat you badly. I'll compensate you for ruining your plans, making you a libertine ghost.
" As she spoke, she released the pressure points on Wang Lusan's head. Then, with a charming smile, she reached out and untied her clothes in front of Wang Lusan. Her clothes slipped down, revealing her fair breasts, slender waist, long legs, and a sparse patch of black hair.
Although Wang Lusan was in grave danger, seeing such a beautiful and alluring young woman's body made his heart race!
"Saying this, Xinyi lifted one leg, revealing her tender, red vulva. She brought it to Wang Lusan's mouth
. Wang Lusan, seeing this tender vulva, so red and delicate, couldn't resist and kissed Xinyi's vulva.
Xinyi felt a tingling sensation all over her body from his kiss! She immediately felt something warm licking at the entrance of her vulva!
Xinyi tingled and let out a soft moan, simultaneously clenching her vulva a few times. Wang Lusan's tongue was trapped inside, and her vulva immediately began to flow with fluid. After
licking like this for a while, Xinyi couldn't hold back any longer, so she squatted down, gripping and squeezing Wang Lusan's penis with both hands. With his acupoints controlled,
Wang
Lusan could only let Xinyi play with his genitals
. Xin Yi gripped his penis and worked on it for a long time, busy for half a day, but Wang Lusan's penis remained unchanged, erect and pointing upwards

. Xin Yi thought that this old thief probably couldn't ejaculate with just her hands, so she bent down, opened her bright red cherry-like mouth, and took Wang Lusan's glans into her mouth. Wang Lusan felt a warm, wet sensation, the red lips intimately sucking, the tongue gently teasing, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, but he didn't ejaculate.
Xin Yi's mouth held it tightly, she sucked hard, and her hands were also working on Wang Lusan's crotch at the same time. Wang Lusan's heartbeat quickened, his breathing became heavier, and Xin Yi could feel the change from her mouth.
"Almost there! This old thief can't hold back anymore!" She increased the pressure, the speed, and the tightness, but the aphrodisiac from India had a miraculous effect; Wang Lusan's penis only became thicker and harder, but remained unchanged!
At this moment, Xinyi was also aroused. She spat out Wang Lusan's penis, her mouth covered in saliva. She wiped the saliva from her mouth with her hand, staring at Wang Lusan's hard, erect penis, and couldn't help but sway
. Xinyi stood up, her snow-white breasts trembling, and spread her round, slender legs, straddling Wang Lusan. She pressed her warm, moist vulva against the head of Wang Lusan's large penis, and with a thrust of her hips, she inserted most of his penis, making Xinyi open her mouth but dare not make a sound. Then she began to move up and down. Xin Yi's vagina and Wang Lusan's penis were tightly in contact, rubbing together, each movement producing a pleasurable sensation . Wang Lusan's penis filled Xin Yi
's body, full and satisfying. Every friction and movement brought her intense stimulation; every pore of her body was filled with pleasure. She closed her eyes, fully enjoying it, her waist swaying more powerfully, her breasts shaking even more violently. " Ah... ah..." she couldn't help but moan. Xin Yi moved even faster, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, as if she had applied a thousand layers of rouge. Her mind was filled only with pleasure; she had long forgotten her original purpose. She had reached orgasm! Feeling the radiant pleasure! Xin Yi couldn't help but moan, her vaginal muscles contracting violently, her whole body exhausted, and waves of vaginal fluid gushing out. Wang Lusan gritted his teeth, then suddenly stopped moving. His glans was deeply embedded in her vagina, his penis throbbing inside her. A gush of semen erupted, powerful and copious, scalding Xinyi, causing her to tremble and feel weak all over. She could only lie on top of Wang Lusan, panting softly. After a while, Wang Lusan's penis slid limply out of Xinyi's vagina. Only then could Xinyi sit up, only to see that Wang Lusan's face was pale, his whole body trembling and convulsing. Not long after, his body jolted, and he died. It turned out that although the aphrodisiac from India was incredibly effective, it was extremely harmful to the body. He had been acupunctured, and the blockage in his blood vessels made it even more unbearable. Moreover, he was old, and thus he died! Xinyi was startled to see Wang Lusan dead, but then she realized that he had died from excessive excitement, and she was relieved. She thought to herself: This old scoundrel died on his own, saving me the trouble. But he really did become a philandering ghost. After dressing, Xinyi noticed a brocade box on the table. Opening it, she found fifty thousand taels of silver notes inside. On a whim, she grabbed it and leaped over the wall, leaving Wangjiazhuang. As for the fifth concubine later being accused of murder for money and suffering imprisonment, that's another matter. A day later, Xinyi returned to the banks of the Qinhuai River. She gave thirty thousand taels of the fifty thousand taels to Aniu, feeling she had done a good deed. Feeling smug, she rode her little donkey northward. Before leaving, thinking of Aniu's nine-inch-long penis, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. She and Aniu made love again on the boat before she reluctantly departed. Chapter Eight: The setting sun cast a golden glow, the blue sky shrouded in orange mist. At Zhonggu Mountain in southern Anhui, the cliffs and boulders below Yujing Peak, washed by the moonlight, appeared as white as jade from afar. The grass was as green as flowers, the flowers as green as rings—a truly exquisite scene created by the Creator. Although it was early summer, a slight chill still lingered in the evening breeze. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the road at the entrance of Tongjia Village. Dressed in green with red lips, her jade-like cheeks were as white as snow, and her beautiful eyes sparkled. She rode a flowered donkey slowly towards Tong Lao Si's dilapidated and simple inn near the ancestral hall. After bidding farewell to Da Niu's family on the banks of the Qinhuai River, Xin Yi slowed her pace, taking advantage of the late spring scenery, and headed north. She arrived at Tongjia Village at the foot of Yujing Peak that day. Seeing that the sky was already dusky, she decided to stay the night. The small mountain village was home to about two hundred households, most of whom made their living by farming. Because the village population was so small, there was only one small inn in the entire village, barely managing to stay afloat by providing tea to the villagers and the occasional traveler. It wasn't really a guesthouse, as it only had three guest rooms and resembled a typical family's house with a few wooden planks in the walls. However, these three rooms were never fully booked. As usual, at sunset, the guesthouse was packed with farmers drinking tea and chatting. The small house, easily accommodating seven or eight people, even filled the aisle. Then, the farmers saw a young, beautiful, and graceful girl appear at the village entrance, and the once bustling guesthouse fell silent for a moment.

The country folk were naturally forthright and boisterous, so when they gathered together, it was always a lively affair. But strangely enough, when the villagers suddenly saw this stunningly beautiful young woman, they were so astonished they forgot to speak, their mouths agape, just staring at each other, no one knowing who this girl in green was.
Since descending the mountain, Xin Yi had become accustomed to the intense gazes of the men around her, so she didn't pay any attention. She asked the innkeeper, Tong Lao Si, for a pot of tea and sat down at a small table in the lobby. After glancing at Xin Yi a few more times, the villagers resumed their loud conversation. Xin Yi hadn't initially paid attention to the villagers' conversation, but the way they called her a lecherous thief and a beast, accompanied by the sounds of
them
slamming tables and kicking chairs, piqued her curiosity, and she began to listen more closely.
The once simple and honest Tongjia Village has become an unusual hotbed of trouble in the past two months. In this period, eleven young women from Tongjia Village have been brutally murdered by rapists, including the village chief's two daughters. Three days ago,
even
the old temple keeper's daughter was raped, stripped naked, and abandoned at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The whole affair has snowballed, even shaking the provincial capital, which has given the police a month to solve the case. However, the police still don't even know the age or height of the rapist.
The villagers, left with no other choice, can only watch out for each other, but they know the rapist is skilled in martial arts, and even if they encounter him, they are no match. They can't help but sigh and lament in the small inn.

Upon hearing this, Xinyi inwardly gritted her teeth and asked an old farmer sitting nearby, "Uncle, what exactly happened in this case of the lecherous thief? Could you tell me? Perhaps I can do something to help your village!"
The old farmer was taken aback, then burst into laughter, but tears welled up in his eyes as he said to Xinyi, "We appreciate your kindness, young lady, but alas! That lecherous thief is skilled in martial arts and his whereabouts are unpredictable. Even the police can't catch him. You, a delicate young lady, going to provoke that thief is like a lamb entering a tiger's den! You should rest for the night and leave early tomorrow, far away from this troublesome place." With that, he shook his head, sighed, and left.
Xinyi pressed him for more information, but the villagers didn't
say Soon after, dinner was served, and the villagers gradually dispersed. Seeing that the old farmer was unwilling to say more, Xin Yi had no choice but to accept it. She thought his words were well-intentioned, and although she wanted to help, she had no connection with the police or the villagers. For a moment, she was at a loss. So she asked the innkeeper, Tong Lao Si, for a room. After washing up, she poured herself a cup of tea, rested her chin on her hand, and sat at the table, lost in thought. Xin Yi
pondered for a while but couldn't come up with a suitable way to help the simple villagers. She picked up the tea she had just poured and took a sip. The moment the tea entered her mouth, she was startled. The tea on the table had been drugged. However, Xin Yi had learned the properties of various drugs from her master since childhood, and with her profound internal strength, even if she had drunk the tea, it would have been like chili water, causing no harm. But then, a thought flashed through her mind, and she had a plan. She smiled slightly, extinguished the candle, and went to bed. At midnight, a deep darkness engulfed the entire Tongjia Village. The innkeeper, Tong Laosi, suddenly crept furtively to Xinyi's room, gently knocking on the door and calling out, "Miss! Miss! " After a while, seeing no response, he quietly opened the door and went inside. Tong Laosi had a long, narrow face and small eyes. He had silently crept up to Xinyi, his face twitching involuntarily, his heart burning with passion. He reached out his trembling right hand and gently nudged Xinyi twice, trying to check if she was asleep. Xinyi didn't react at all. Tong Laosi was completely mesmerized. Standing before Xinyi's bed, his mouth slightly open, his breathing rapid, a fire of desire burning within him. He was like a hungry tiger eyeing a helpless lamb; his breathing became heavy and urgent. A terrifying, fiery light shone from his eyes—a light of thirst, impulsiveness, and lewdness! Although the room was dimly lit, it still illuminated enough to highlight Xinyi's beautiful, delicate face. Tong Laosi carefully turned the sleeping Xinyi onto her back. In fact, Xin Yi had already woken up when Tong Lao Si knocked on the door. After discovering that the tea on the table was laced with a sleeping potion, she devised a plan to use herself as bait to lure the lecherous thief in, then catch him. But then she saw Tong Lao Si walk in, staring at her hungrily. She was quite surprised, because Tong Lao Si clearly didn't know martial arts and couldn't possibly be the mastermind behind dozens of major crimes. However, it wasn't wise to alert him now, so Xin Yi continued to pretend to be asleep, observing the situation. What a beautiful face! Crescent-shaped eyebrows, two rows of thick eyelashes, a delicate and elegant nose paired with red and tender cherry lips. Her originally flawless face was now flushed with a captivating blush. Her jade-like arms were exposed outside the silk quilt, her skin smooth and delicate, as if it could be broken with a touch! A faint fragrance emanating from the young girl stimulated and tempted Tong Lao Si's senses . Tong Lao Si finally couldn't resist any longer and slowly removed Xin Yi's clothes. Soon, Xin Yi was completely naked! Tong Lao Si saw her even, white skin like solidified cream, her two small, alluring pink nipples on her breasts that could be grasped in one hand, her smooth abdomen, and her long, slender, white legs. Tong Lao Si couldn't help but gently caress her. He then kissed Xin Yi's nipples and her navel with his tongue, moving down to her crotch. His hands reached between Xin Yi's legs, pressing her clitoris with the back of his palm while rubbing her vulva with his middle finger. Xin Yi suppressed her pleasure. Tong Lao Si's skill with his fingers was simply indescribable. The rhythmic vibrations after pressing her clitoris sent waves of excitement through Xin Yi. Peeking furtively to see what Tong Lao Si was doing, she was surprised to find him kissing her soft, red lips, instantly making them hot and wet. Finally, Tong Lao Si's hands rested on her pink vulva, and he lowered his head to kiss Xin Yi's honeypot, licking it fiercely. Since Xin Yi's sleep was feigned, she knew Tong Lao Si was licking her. Xin Yi felt a burning sensation deep within her thighs, the pleasurable sensation from his tongue, and her usually calm heart began to pound. Gradually, she could no longer restrain herself, and her vulva slowly became wet. Tong Lao Si was covered in sweat, burning with lust, and his penis was already hard. He hurriedly removed his clothes, and Xin Yi, squinting, saw Tong Lao Si's dark, erect penis, her heart pounding like a deer. She didn't know what to do. Then, Tong Laosi picked up the five-inch-long penis, slightly parted Xinyi's two pink labia, and rubbed the glans against her entrance. He took a deep breath and slowly muttered to himself, "Tong Laosi! This is unparalleled, top-tier stuff! That aphrodisiac from Senior Brother Yuran of Ganliang Temple is truly effective; no wonder I've never failed him in over ten attempts... " Hearing Tong Laosi's words, Xinyi's heart stirred, but with the glans rubbing against her entrance, she felt weak all over. She wanted to get up and fight, but lacked the strength. The already quiet surroundings became even more desolate. Xinyi's martial arts skills seemed to have vanished; she was completely like a docile lamb, at Tong Laosi's mercy.

Tong Lao Si clicked his tongue in admiration at Xin Yi's delicate and beautiful vulva, slowly spreading her legs apart. He leered at her exposed honeypot, seemingly unsatisfied. He cupped Xin Yi's shapely buttocks in his hands, rubbing his glans between her labia and clitoris.
Under the caress of Xin Yi's tender labia, Tong Lao Si's glans seemed to swell even more. He pushed his glans away from Xin Yi's labia, then rubbed her sensitive clitoris upwards.
Tong Lao Si's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he slightly lifted Xin Yi's buttocks, her tender honeypot seemingly slightly parted. He gently rubbed his glans against Xin Yi's labia minora. Sometimes he fully inserted his glans into her honeypot, sometimes he rubbed his glans against her clitoris, busy and enjoying himself immensely. Xin Yi's labia were slippery, the flesh inside sticky and tight. Although only the head of Tong Lao Si's penis was covered, it was incredibly sensitive. He couldn't help but rub and shake the head of his penis, thrusting in and out repeatedly.
Xin Yi, pretending to be unconscious, couldn't help but moan softly, her shapely buttocks rising and falling with each touch. He rubbed her until she felt only a tingling itch, her lower body almost ready to meet his thrusts.
Tong Lao Si pressed his penis head forward slightly, squeezing Xin Yi's labia open, her vaginal fluid immediately soaking his glans. He pressed in a little more, squeezing Xin Yi's labia even wider. Tong Lao Si groaned, his buttocks retreating slightly before thrusting forward again. Oh, this time half of his penis was inside. Xin Yi closed her eyes in pleasure. Tong Lao Si thrust in and out two or three more times, but still only half of his penis was inside, not going any deeper.
Xin Yi's desire was rising, but she couldn't urge Tong Lao Si on. Tong Lao Si, however, shifted his focus, reaching out to knead her jade-like breasts and suckling her nipples, causing Xin Yi to tremble slightly. "Mmm...mmm..." she moaned softly.
After a moment, Tong Lao Si finally moved, but it was still just half of his penis. Xin Yi couldn't bear it any longer and arched her buttocks to meet his thrust. Stimulated, Tong Lao Si reflexively tightened his buttocks and plunged in, inserting his five-inch-long penis completely into Xin Yi's honeypot.
Xin Yi breathed a satisfied sigh, then slightly opened her eyes, watching Tong Lao Si's penis enter her body with seductive eyes. Tong Lao Si's penis began to gently thrust in and out, the room filled with lewd sounds.
Tong Laosi's penis was tightly enveloped by Xinyi's honey hole, and his lower body felt an unprecedented pleasure, reaching the peak of comfort. He lowered his head and breathed heavily in Xinyi's ear. It was Tong Laosi's fate to be defeated; after a few more thrusts, his lower back felt a jolt, his penis loosened, and he ejaculated, spraying Xinyi's crotch and buttocks, blurring the entrance to her honey hole.
Xinyi was both angry and amused by his spray; her desire instantly vanished by more than half. Suddenly, she reached out and slapped Tong Laosi to the ground. Perhaps driven by unfulfilled lust, the blow was too forceful, instantly shattering Tong Laosi's internal organs, leaving him limp and dead. Xin Yi was startled, but thought such scum deserved to die. Besides, she could easily find out about the drug and other details from her senior brother Yu Ran of Ganliang Temple by asking others, so she didn't dwell on it. However, Tong Laosi's corpse was quite troublesome. After thinking for a while, Xin Yi suddenly smiled and pushed Tong Laosi's body into the latrine in the backyard. Even if someone saw it, they would only say he accidentally fell into the latrine and died. The stench from the latrine would deter anyone from examining the body… Tong Laosi's release was truly ill-timed; not earlier, not later, but it cost him his life
…
The next morning, Xinyi left the inn and asked around for directions to Ganliang Temple. She learned that it was located on the other side of Yujing Peak, and that the temple housed two monks, Yuran and Yushu, both around fifty years old and said to be masters of the Wutuo sect, who often treated the local people. The temple was also very popular with worshippers.
Upon hearing this, Xinyi became suspicious. She thought, "I shouldn't act rashly just because of what Tong Laosi said. I should investigate first before deciding whether to go to Ganliang Temple." After thanking the villager, she rode her little donkey towards Ganliang Temple. Ganliang Temple, nestled at the foot of Yujing Peak, had fallen into disrepair in recent years. Once a magnificent temple, it had been battered by wind and rain, and neglected for maintenance, gradually decaying. One by one, the monks who lived there left. Seven or eight years ago, two burly men arrived, bringing a large sum of gold and silver. They renovated the entire temple to use as their residence, and to conceal their true identities.
In less than a month, Ganliang Temple was transformed, and two monks, Yuran and Yushu, joined the temple. Devout men and women from the foot of the mountain began to return to worship . After the reconstruction, Ganliang Temple saw a constant stream of worshippers, with many coming to burn incense and fulfill vows. Although the monks Yushu and Yuran secretly committed many evil deeds, they maintained a respectable facade. Recently, with the government intensifying its crackdown on a lecherous thief, the two monks had become even more reliant on the temple, spending their days there, consumed by lust and unable to bear it any longer. On this day, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old came to burn incense. Monk Yuran paid close attention to her; she was exceptionally beautiful, with jet-black hair and delicate skin. Her presence in the hall seemed to fill the room with spring, making Monk Yuran's heart itch. Unable to resist any longer, Monk Yuran approached Xinyi and asked, "Miss, what brings you here? " Xinyi replied with a coquettish smile, "Master! I've come to worship Buddha, of course. What else could I be doing?" Monk Yuran smiled and said, "I misspoke. Miss, you sincerely worship Buddha every day, wishing you a healthy, chubby son . " Xinyi said sweetly, "Master, please don't joke. How can I have a son? That's a joke!" She thought to herself, "This monk's words are rather improper; he's probably not a good person." Then Monk Yu Ran continued, "What exactly does that young lady seek? May I ask?" Xin Yi had heard from the villagers that this monk often treated the villagers' illnesses, so she said, "This young lady has been weak since childhood and suffers from dizziness. I came to the temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha, hoping that Buddha will bless me with good health." The monk Yu Ran nodded and said, "That's true. A young lady like you, in the prime of her youth, should take care of her health. I know a little about medicine; if you don't mind, I'd like to personally examine you. " Xin Yi smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Master! " Seeing the monk's robust physique and ruddy complexion, and his frivolous manner, Xin Yi became even more suspicious. The monk Yu Ran feigned solemnity and said, "I have various herbs and tools in my room. Please come with me so I can take your pulse." He then turned and invited Xin Yi to go first. Xin Yi smiled and followed the monk Yu Ran into the room. The monk Yu Ran's eyes gleamed strangely as he said, "You're in your prime; I understand your frequent dizziness. " Xin Yi asked, "Since you know this, Master, do you have a good way to save me? " Suddenly, Monk Yuran smiled at Xinyi, giving her a teasing look as he scrutinized her from head to toe. Xinyi blushed and lowered her head, as if she were naked. Xinyi said shyly, "Master, why do you look at me like that?" Monk Yuran replied, "Miss, you are experiencing anemia and dizziness. This is because your blood and qi in your belt meridian are not flowing smoothly. I have practiced martial arts since childhood and can use my internal energy to unblock your belt meridian. Your anemia and dizziness will then naturally disappear without medicine. " Xinyi thought to herself, "How can that be?" but she still said coyly, "Then please, Master, save me."

The monk Yu Ran said, "Unblocking the belt meridian alone is insufficient; my junior brother must join me in circulating his energy." He then called out, and the monk Yu Shu suddenly emerged from the meditation room. Xin Yi's vision blurred; it turned out that Yu Shu and Yu Ran were the Luan brothers, looking exactly alike.
The monk Yu Ran said, "Please lie down on the bed, young lady. My junior brother and I will immediately begin circulating our energy to help you unblock the belt meridian.
" Xin Yi hummed in agreement and lay down on the bed. Yu Ran and Yu Shu were delighted, exchanged smiles, and began massaging Xin Yi. Yu Shu gently rubbed Xin Yi's lower abdomen, while Yu Ran lightly pressed on the sides of her breasts. Both were seasoned practitioners, their techniques skillful and appropriate. Xin Yi, who had initially only wanted to see what these two were up to, now found the massage very comfortable and closed her eyes in enjoyment.
Yu Ran and Yu Shu massaged for about half an incense stick's time, but their hands suddenly stopped. Yu Shu said to Xin Yi, "To help you open up your belt meridian, you need to massage the Da Yuan and Tao Men acupoints directly with both hands. May I help you remove your clothes a little?
" At this moment, Xin Yi was only hoping that Yu Ran and Yu Shu would continue massaging, so she agreed. With a soft "pop
," the Dayuan acupoint was located at the apex of the inverted triangle on her lower abdomen, while the Taomen acupoints were at the lower edge of the areolas of her breasts. Yu Ran and Yu Shu didn't dare to be too presumptuous, only pulling Xin Yi's pants down and her top up until they were just above the acupoints. But the sight was even more erotic. Xin Yi's snow-white, high breasts and a hint of pink areolas were exposed, while her snow-white, flat lower abdomen was revealed. Because Xin Yi's pubic hair was only a small tuft, the contrast was even more striking. At the apex of the inverted triangle on her lower abdomen, the pink flesh of her vulva protruded slightly. Yu Ran and Yu Shu's hands trembled slightly. They took a deep breath before slowly continuing the massage. As a result, Xin Yi breathed heavily, her face flushed, and her body trembled slightly.
After a while, while their hands were moving, Yu Ran and Yu Shu quietly pulled down Xin Yi's pants and top by another two inches. They saw that Xin Yi's pink nipples were already erect and swollen, and her vulva was wet and glistening. Seeing this, the two men massaged her even more diligently. Xin Yi was no longer just panting, but moaning.
While massaging her, Yu Ran and Yu Shu's hands were also busy, removing Xin Yi's clothes until she was completely naked. Xin Yi was already filled with desire. When Yu Shu removed her top, she stretched out her arms to make it easier for him to remove his clothes. On Xinyi's jade-like body stood two firm, soft breasts. Though not enormous, they were of moderate size and gracefully proportioned, making them all the more endearing and adding to her symmetrical beauty. The two pink nipples atop her breasts were translucent and delicate, captivating the eye and tempting one to kiss them immediately. Her flat stomach and small navel were irresistible. The sparse pubic hair was pink and tender, alluring the heart. Her long, snow-white, shapely legs were flawless in color and elasticity, making any man who saw them want to kiss them.
Then, Yuran and Yushu also took off their clothes, revealing two eight-inch-long, dark penises that sprang out. The thought that this fairy-like beauty would soon become their flesh and blood filled Yuran and Yushu with excitement, their penises throbbing. The two knelt on either side of Xinyi. Yushu gently pinched Xinyi's left nipple with his left hand, while Yuran lightly tapped Xinyi's already soaked vulva and clitoris. His other hand guided Xinyi's hands to caress his dark, erect penis, causing her to moan softly, her juices flowing freely, and her body writhing.
When the time was right, Yushu spread Xinyi's legs, his glans sliding between her labia and grinding against her. A tremor ran through her, and Xinyi leaned against Yushu's chest. Yushu, as if struck by lightning, tightly embraced Xinyi's back and lay back. Xinyi seemed to sense Yushu's strength, her buttocks slightly lifting. Yushu's hands moved to her thighs, pressing down, his penis thrusting directly into her clitoris. Both of them simultaneously let out a soft "Eee!" They began thrusting back and forth, gradually reaching climax.
Then Yuran walked to Xinyi and put his penis in her mouth. Xinyi couldn't help but slowly extend her tongue to lick his glans. Slowly taking the entire penis into his mouth, swallowing and releasing it, the experienced monk Yu Ran felt as if he were floating on air
. The three of them continued like this for a while, and Xin Yi gradually reached her climax
. All that could be heard was Xin Yi's cry: "Ah...so good...sister...it's so beautiful...insert it
again...insert it deeper...oh my god...it's so good...ah...ah..."
Encouraged, Yu Shu thrust even harder, his buttocks grinding rapidly, Xin Yi overflowing with juices, her cries both seductive and alluring. Yu Ran grabbed Xin Yi's head, shoved his penis into her mouth, and thrust forcefully. Xin Yi made "hmm" sounds as a surge of pleasure filled her mouth. Suddenly, her vagina contracted, her body went limp, and she climaxed. Meanwhile, Yu Shu below her thrust wildly, causing Xin Yi to tremble and her body to spasm slightly. Suddenly, Yu Ran screamed and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from her genitals. It turned out that in her spasm, Xin Yi had bitten down hard with her teeth, tearing about three inches off Yu Ran's penis. Seeing Yu Ran's condition, Yu Shu panicked and tried to pull his penis out of Xin Yi's vagina to check on her. However, Xin Yi's vagina was also clenched due to the spasm, and Yu Shu pulled too hard, pulling to the side with a "snap!" sound. He then collapsed along with his penis. The corpus cavernosum of his penis had broken.
After a while, Xinyi finally came to her senses from the climax, only to see Yuran and Yushu in such a pitiful state. She was somewhat bewildered, but recalling the events of the time and the blood on her own lips, she slowly understood. She thought to herself, "Indeed, karma is cyclical, and retribution is swift." These two were heinous criminals, deserving of death, but considering they would never be able to have sex again, this punishment was more painful than killing them, so she didn't kill them. After washing herself in the temple well, Xinyi left Zhonggu Mountain. On the way, thinking about her experiences in Tongjia Village over the past two days, she found it both laughable and absurd. Although she had no ill intentions, she had rid the area of three lecherous thieves. Thinking about the process, a smile crept onto her face, attracting the attention of passersby.
To be continued
... Chapter Nine:
April in Songshan, the tree buds are just beginning to sprout green leaves.
The continuous spring rains had brought a chill to the mountains, and the number of merchants and travelers on the road was much smaller than usual.
Xinyi rode her little flowery donkey along the foot of Mount Song, shivering in the spring cold, slowly heading north. She couldn't help but chuckle, remembering how the donkey had suddenly fallen ill a few days ago, causing a considerable delay in Hubei Province
. Fortunately, she had personally prepared medicine and taken meticulous care of it, and it was now healthy and ready to set off again. Around afternoon, a dirty-clothed old beggar suddenly appeared from behind, using his light-footed skills to gallop north along the mountain path.
When the old beggar saw Xinyi, he was slightly surprised, then continued on his way. Xinyi wondered why the old beggar was surprised to see her, and as she pondered this, she suddenly saw the old beggar run back, shoving a brocade box into Xinyi's hand, saying, "Little girl, keep this for me; I'll come back for it later." Xin Yi was taken aback and was about to reply when she saw the old beggar already running forward again.
Just as she was wondering whether to give chase, suddenly, a whistle rang out from the side of the mountain path, and a group of martial arts practitioners wielding weapons rushed out, blocking the old beggar's path. The old beggar sneered slightly, clasped his hands, and said loudly, "Which path are you from, friends? What brings you to stop me?"
Even as he spoke, they had already formed an encirclement. The old beggar, his anger rising, shouted again, "I, Xia Wule, have long since left the martial world and have never seen any of you before. Have you mistaken me for someone else?"
A roar came from the crowd: "No mistake!"—a voice with a Mongolian accent . Suddenly, a serrated knife slashed down, the blade heavy and sharp ,
creating a whistling sound.
The old beggar in dirty clothes, nicknamed "Wind and Fire Divine Palm," was a renowned figure in the martial arts world and possessed rich experience. Upon seeing the opponent's attack,
he knew had encountered a formidable foe. He slightly shifted his body and raised his hand to deflect the knife with a palm strike.
The reputation was well-deserved; the power of the Wind and Fire Divine Palm's iron palms was indeed astonishing. A single move injured two people, but this also ignited the anger of the crowd. With a whistle, they all launched a fierce attack.
The old beggar in filthy clothes was agile and exceptionally fierce. His palm strikes were like iron hammers striking rocks, or giant axes splitting mountains. Although the number of attackers was large, they did not gain the upper hand. Screams and muffled groans echoed from the crowd. In just the time it takes to eat a meal, six or seven people had already fallen.
As
the fight raged, Xinyi leaped up and hid in a large tree to watch. She thought to herself that this was a feud between江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world), and she knew nothing of its cause or effect; it was best to observe for a while first. The fight lasted for the time it takes to burn an incense stick. Eight or nine out of ten of those involved in the attack had fallen, and the old beggar in filthy clothes was covered in blood, staggering. When he mustered his remaining strength and struck down the man wielding the serrated knife with a single blow, he too collapsed and rolled down the hillside.
The spring rain continued, and the subsequent
flash . The old beggar in filthy clothes, who had been unconscious, was suddenly jolted awake by the flood. He leaped into the torrent, finally grabbing a clump of weeds, and used the momentum to climb up the slope, stumbling and falling towards a grassy path.
Xin Yi observed this and thought to herself: "That blue-eyed man said 'be close to beggars, distant from scholars,' and this old beggar gave me a brocade box. I wonder what's inside. I might as well follow him and see.
" Having made up her mind, she immediately turned and followed the mountain path. After running for about three or four miles, she spotted a dilapidated mountain temple in a valley. She turned and entered the temple. Inside, she saw cobwebs everywhere, dust and bird droppings covering the floor. Only two tattered yellow curtains remained above the two shrines. She saw the old beggar run into a valley behind the temple. After thinking for a moment, Xin Yi decided not to follow immediately, but instead observed the temple for a while.
Just as she stood there lost in thought, a strange sound suddenly came from outside the ancient temple. There was no one around, and all was silent. Although the sound was extremely faint, it was still very clear. Xin Yi was startled and immediately flashed away, disappearing behind the shrine.
About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a sudden rustling sound of clothes filled the air. Two strangely dressed people, resembling Mongolian attire, landed swiftly in front of the temple, looked around, and headed straight inside.

In the deep mountains, in this desolate ancient temple, the atmosphere was particularly eerie. Even Xin Yi, despite her martial arts skills, felt a chill run
down her spine. The two men neither spoke nor showed any intention of leaving immediately, leaving Xin Yi with no choice but to remain inside the shrine.
A series of footsteps sounded, and a strange man in black suddenly let out a low growl, lunging towards the shrine where Xin Yi was hiding. The strange man's martial arts seemed formidable; with a low growl, he pushed forward with his right palm, unleashing a powerful force. Xin Yi spun around, dodging the attack.
However, before Xinyi could even land, a bone-chilling wind swept down upon her. Xinyi quickly drew her short sword and slashed diagonally, deflecting the strange man's chilling palm strike. The black-clad man flipped over, but three fingers on both hands had already been severed by the Tai'a sword. With a miserable scream, he fled outwards, his movements swifter than a ghost, as fast as a shooting star.
Xinyi leaped out of the temple, shaking her head inwardly, "The martial world is indeed full of wonders. Who are these two ghostly figures?"
It was nearly evening. Xinyi entered the valley behind the temple, her mind preoccupied with the old beggar in dirty clothes. She hurried on for about two miles when she suddenly saw a very small
, secluded valley. Two thatched huts were built against the mountainside within the valley. Xinyi approached and saw a single lamp inside, casting a dim yellow light that made the interior of the huts barely discernible. Against the wall lay a wooden couch, upon which lay a woman, her hair streaked with gray, her body emaciated, barely breathing.
The old beggar in filthy clothes stood before the couch, his face filled with sorrow, lost in thought.
The woman groaned in a hoarse voice, "Wu Le, I...I'm afraid...I...can't..."
The old beggar leaned down and softly comforted her, "Don't be sad, Yu'er will be back today."
The woman heard the raging wind and rain outside, the roar of floodwaters, and thought to herself, "In this weather, I'm afraid she won't be able to make it back." Thinking this, she unconsciously shook her head sadly.
After a moment of sorrow, the woman suddenly coughed violently. The old beggar quickly reached out and gently patted her back.
After a long while, the old beggar said to the sick woman again, "Don't think too much, rest well, see you later." "Yu'er is skilled in martial arts; she won't be easily bullied."
The woman sighed deeply, extending her claw-like hand to tightly grasp the old beggar's hand, tears suddenly welling up and streaming down her face.
Suddenly, there was a thud outside the door, as if someone was approaching. The old beggar was startled, turning around abruptly and shouting, "Who's outside?"
The woman's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and she called out hoarsely, "Go out and see! It must be Yu'er returning."
The old beggar in filthy clothes, on guard, slowly approached the door, listened intently, and then abruptly pulled it shut. A gust of wind, carrying raindrops, rushed in, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Looking outside, he saw a young girl in green standing on the veranda—the very person he had entrusted the brocade box to. A sense of relief washed over him, but then he suddenly collapsed and fainted. It
turned out that the old beggar, exhausted from days of travel and blood loss during the battle, was now unable to hold on. At that moment, a weak voice came from inside the thatched hut: "Wu Le, what happened outside? Has Yu'er returned?
"
Xin
Yi quickly and gently placed the old beggar in his filthy clothes on the bamboo bed. She took a deep breath and swiftly removed his wet clothes, revealing his body covered in wounds and mangled flesh.
The woman on the sickbed was stunned by the sight and fainted with a cry. Xin Yi was startled and at a loss. She quickly covered the injured woman with a quilt, rushed to the bedside, and massaged the woman's philtrum until she slowly regained consciousness.
Seeing her awake, Xin Yi didn't bother to speak to her. She turned and rushed back to the bamboo bed to examine the old beggar. He still had a faint breath, but his wounds, soaked in rainwater, had turned white. The most serious knife wound was on his shoulder blade, penetrating deep into his lungs, and blood was still gushing out.
Seeing the old beggar's severe injuries, Xin Yi's heart sank. She first poured him a cup of strong liquor, then pressed several acupoints on his body.
The old beggar in filthy clothes, a man of profound skill, slowly awoke after Lu Wenfei's massage. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and gasped, "Miss, how is my wife?"
Even in his critical condition, he was still thinking of his wife on her sickbed, demonstrating the deep and extraordinary love between them.
Xinyi softly replied, "She's alright now." Stealing a glance at the sick woman, she whispered, "Senior, what exactly caused you to fight with these people and get so badly injured?
" Suddenly, two resentful glints flashed in the old beggar's eyes, and he roared, "I've been ambushed! These people aren't ordinary江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning江湖草莽 is a term referring to people from various martial arts worlds), there are at least five sects involved, and many are imperial henchmen..."
His injuries were extremely severe; the sudden movement aggravated his wounds, causing more blood to flow.
Xin Yi stopped the bleeding by pressing two pressure points on his body, but dared not speak to him again.
The filthy old beggar, catching his breath, spoke again: "This morning I heard rumors that many formidable martial arts figures were rushing to Mount Song to find me, so I rushed back overnight, only to be ambushed..."
Xin Yi couldn't help but interject: "Did they come to seek revenge?"
The filthy old beggar shook his head and sighed: "In recent years, I've lived a secluded life, rarely venturing into the martial world, and haven't made any enemies. Their ambush of me this time must have another reason."
Xin Yi's eyes widened, her mind filled with doubt. She heard the filthy old beggar continue, haltingly, "I chose to live in this desolate valley not to avoid enemies, but because of my wife's illness..."
Suddenly, as if remembering something urgent, he gasped and roared, "Quickly search inside my clothes!
The medicine I begged for might be unusable."
Xin Yi did as he was told, searching through her wet clothes for a while, but the clothes were covered in mud and blood, and she couldn't find anything.
The old beggar in filthy clothes sighed, "My wife's illness is all because of me. If she hadn't married a rough man like me, how could she have contracted this disease? Alas..."
The woman on the sickbed, though critically ill, still had good hearing. She heard the old beggar's words clearly. Moved by her husband's affection and grieving for his severe injuries, she sobbed, "Wu Le, you don't need to worry about me anymore. I'm exhausted, even with the best medicine, I can't avert this calamity. But you must not die...you mustn't die!" She could barely speak anymore.
After struggling to say a few more words, the woman was barely breathing, her mouth agape as she gasped for air.
The old beggar, seeing this, felt a surge of intense heartache, and tears streamed down his face.
Suddenly, the old beggar in filthy clothes said, "Girl, come here, I have something to tell you."
Xinyi knelt before the bamboo couch. The old beggar, his eyes wide and panting, said, "Inside the brocade box I gave you
is a small manual, containing the essence of my life's martial arts and the diagrams of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.
" Xinyi interjected, "Senior, you should just quietly recover from your injuries. Thinking about those martial arts manuals is nothing more than fighting and killing; why bring them up now?" "
The old beggar in filthy clothes shook his head and said, "You must not take this matter lightly. Do you know who I am? I am Xia Wule, the leader of the Beggar Clan, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm
." Xin Yi had never traveled in the martial world and had never heard of Xia Wule, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm. Although the old beggar in filthy clothes had earnestly instructed her about the secret manual when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, she did not take it to heart. She then gently comforted him, "Senior, please don't trouble yourself. Let me apply some medicine to your knife wound, okay?"
The old beggar in filthy clothes mustered his inner energy and shook his head, "No need. While I still have a breath left, let me finish what I have to say." After coughing for a while, he gasped, "Many martial artists have come to Mount Song. This is no accident. My sudden ambush was also not without reason. We can't stay here any longer. After I die, you can take this green bamboo stick to the Beggars' Sect headquarters in Dadu and tell them I'm passing the leadership to you..." As he spoke, he pulled out a crystal-clear bamboo stick about a foot or two long
. Xin Yi immediately said softly, "I... I'm not a beggar. How can I be the leader of the Beggars' Sect?" "
?" The old beggar in dirty clothes sighed, "The situation is critical, there's nothing we can do. Besides, the Dog-Beating Stick Technique can only be passed down to the gang leader. If I don't pass it on to you today, it will be lost forever. If I do pass it on to you, who will be the gang leader if you don't become one... When you see your master, you can explain the whole story to him. He is a great hero and he will understand..."
Xin Yi exclaimed in surprise, "You know my master..."
The old beggar in dirty clothes sighed, "Your master, Ren Zhaoyu, is my sworn brother. How could I not know him? Otherwise, where did you get this Tai'a sword? "
Xin Yi was about to speak, but thinking of her relationship with Ren Zhaoyu, her face turned red, and she couldn't say anything for a moment.
Then she heard the old beggar in dirty clothes continue, "The sword is the ancestor of all weapons. Only by controlling the sword with qi and injuring people invisibly can one reach the highest level." Therefore, those skilled in swordsmanship must first cultivate their inner energy…”
Xin Yi couldn’t help but interject, “My master also mentioned this point, but cultivating inner energy requires gradual progress and decades of arduous practice before one can hope to succeed. With my current level of skill, I haven’t even achieved one or two tenths of what my master has.”
The old beggar in dirty clothes nodded, “It’s alright. Whether it’s Zen or Taoism, the way to cultivate inner energy begins with regulating breathing, training the entire body, circulating the energy back to heaven, and letting the spirit roam outside the body. When the skill is achieved, it can be stored within a small space or released within the six directions. It can be both tangible and intangible. The tangible aspect resides in the human body, like wind and rain moving through the universe. The intangible aspect manifests outside the body, like lightning striking the sky…” He sighed and continued, “However, life is only a few decades long. Even if one can grasp the secrets, one will already be old and frail. By then, not only will one have lost all ambition, but one will also have wasted one’s best years in a small room. What benefit will that bring to one’s life?”
Xin Yi listened intently to Xia Wule's endless ramblings on about the way of practicing Qigong, and couldn't help but be captivated. When she came to this discussion, which she had never heard of before, she couldn't help but interject, "What you say, senior, is indeed reasonable, but how can one expect to succeed without proceeding step by step? Is there perhaps a shortcut?" Seeing
the astonished look on her face, the old beggar in dirty clothes smiled slightly and beckoned her over, "Come closer and listen to me." Xin
Yi followed his instructions and approached him. The old beggar in filthy clothes then whispered the internal energy incantation into his ear. Xin Yi, being intelligent, memorized it after a few repetitions.
Next, he taught Xin Yi the incantation for the Dog-Beating Staff Technique. This incantation was extremely complex, and the old beggar recited it more than ten times before Xin Yi finally memorized it. Suddenly,
the old beggar solemnly declared, "The incantation for this staff technique must not be passed on to a third party. Remember, this incantation must never be taught to a third person."
Xin Yi nodded, "Of course." But inwardly, he was skeptical, thinking, "Can't I even tell my sister and master?
" Xin Yi's master was a remarkable figure of her time. For over ten years, under his dedicated tutelage, Xin Yi had achieved a high level of proficiency in internal energy cultivation. She felt that the incantations passed down by the old beggar in filthy clothes, while similar to methods of internal energy cultivation, were profoundly mysterious and difficult to understand, seemingly possessing a different path. Just as she was pondering this, the old beggar in filthy clothes suddenly roared, his wound reopened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a final kick, Xia Wule, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm user, was already dead, dying with resentment. Xin Yi, seeing this, was at a loss. She then saw the woman on the sickly bed with a dagger plunged into her heart, already lifeless. Xin Yi felt deeply moved by the profound love between the two. She gathered the brocade box and the green bamboo stick, set fire to the thatched hut along with the bodies of Xia Wule and his wife, and left the empty valley. Returning to the roadside, she retrieved her little donkey and continued northward. Soon, she arrived at a small town. Seeing that it was getting late, she decided to stay there for the night
. After a long day of travel, with a light drizzle falling, Xin Yi felt quite uncomfortable and decided to take a bath first.
This small town was usually bustling with merchants and travelers, so the inn's rooms were not only fully equipped with beds and bedding, but also included
a large wooden tub for guests to bathe in.
Xin Yi looked at the tub; it was full of water. She dipped her hand in; the water was neither too hot nor too cold, perfect for a bath. She couldn't help but praise the inn's thoughtful service!
Xin Yi carefully locked the door and began to undress to prepare for the bath. Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her beautiful body: her well-developed breasts, slender waist, and long legs…
Xin Yi stepped into the tub and immersed herself in the water. She closed her eyes, relaxing her entire body. After soaking for a while, just as she was enjoying herself,
suddenly, a soft "thud" sounded! The sound was so faint that if Xin Yi hadn't been skilled enough, she probably wouldn't have heard it. Opening her eyes, she saw a slender reed quietly extending into the tub, and it was even emitting some pale white gas. Xin Yi's mind raced, and she suddenly realized: "Poisonous smoke?" She reached for her clothes and put them on, stood up from the bathtub, grabbed her short sword, and waited by the door. After a while, a thin, sharp iron hook pried open the latch, and the door was gently flung open.
There stood a group of seven men in black, some carrying swords and others knives. They were slightly surprised to see Xin Yi standing there, unaffected by the poisonous smoke, and then they all attacked her. The leader shouted: "You brat! You're unaffected by my poisonous smoke! Let's see how I deal with you!
"
The men in black, confident in their numerical superiority and the fact that their opponent was merely a young girl, paid her no heed. One of them even chuckled, "Oh dear, such a pretty girl, it would be a real shame to kill her! Be a good girl and don't resist, or you'll be in big trouble." His tone was lewd and suggestive.
Xin Yi seemed oblivious, her inner energy gathering on her sword. The Tai'a sword shone like a bright moon, emitting a faint blue light. She calmly said, "Who's in big trouble? You'll find out soon enough." A man in black raised his knife to strike Xin Yi's waist, but she dodged to the side and slashed at his chest with her own sword. The strike was swift and precise; blood gushed from the wound, and the man writhed a few times on the ground before lying still.

The men in black were filled with shock and rage. One of the burly men in black roared, "You little brat! How dare you kill my junior brother! I'll tear you to pieces!" The burly man in black wielded his sword with lightning speed and ferocity, like a hungry beast. He lunged straight at Xin Yi, his attack extremely dangerous. Xin Yi cried out, her sword flashing backhand. A streak of blue light shot towards the man's face like lightning, fierce and ruthless. Caught off guard, the man was enveloped in the sword's light before his blade even touched Xin Yi. He hastily defended himself with his sword, retreating continuously. In the blink of an eye, two swords struck his shoulder and thigh, and he collapsed to the ground.
The other men in black, startled, rushed forward with their swords, but they were no match for Xin Yi. With each flash of the Tai'a sword, a man fell. In the blink of an eye, all the men in black were stabbed to the ground by Xin Yi, dead by the Tai'a sword.
Xin Yi wondered, "Why is no one in the inn watching amidst this chaos in the room?" Turning and rushing downstairs, she saw the innkeeper and his wife stabbed to death in their room, as was the itinerant doctor in the next room. A chill ran down her spine; she wondered who these men in black were, and what their connection was to her, given their ruthlessness.
Just then, one of the men in black groaned and slowly sat up. It was the burly man in black whom Xin Yi had stabbed in the shoulder and thigh twice. His injuries weren't severe, and he slowly regained consciousness. Upon seeing this, Xin Yi immediately pressed his pressure points. Thinking that all the clues now rested on this burly man, she pressed her sword against his throat and demanded: "Who ordered you? What is your purpose?"
The burly man in black snorted but didn't answer
. Xin Yi asked several more times, but he only gave a slight, cold laugh and remained silent
. Enraged, Xin Yi kicked the man to the ground, stomped on his chest, and yelled, "Do you want to live or die...?" Just as she was questioning him, she saw the man's expression suddenly change, his eyes burning as he stared intently at his groin. Xin Yi froze, then realized that she had gotten up from her bath to fight, only wearing her outer robe, and nothing underneath. Thinking of this, her face flushed, and she snapped, "You're about to die, and your lust is quite something!"
However, seeing the bulge in the man's crotch, Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she stomped down hard, causing the man to groan in pain. Then, Xin Yi helped the man sit up. "If you won't talk, I have ways to make you talk..." she said in a coquettish voice. The burly man in black, wondering what torture she would inflict upon him, broke out in a cold sweat and trembled.
Suddenly, Xin Yi smiled charmingly: "Suppressing your desires must be very difficult!" She slowly loosened her belt, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath her green robe.
The outer garment fell to the ground, revealing a fair-skinned, rosy-cheeked young girl's body. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples proudly pointing upwards, the areolas and nipples a pinkish hue. Her waist was slender, her abdomen flat, and below was a sparse, delicate tuft of pubic hair, barely concealing the tender pink flesh.
"Is my body beautiful?" Xin Yi slowly approached and said: "Would you like to smell my body? Does it smell good?" The burly man in black
was completely taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. He couldn't even lift his hand, though other parts of his body were already raised high.
Xin Yi stood before him, her lower abdomen pressed against his eyes, her pink vulva against his nose. Her usually small clitoris was now swollen like a peanut, lying at the juncture of her labia; her moist vaginal opening was incredibly wet, as if beckoning for his advances.
Xin Yi pressed her lower body tightly against the burly man's face, slowly twisting her hips from side to side, her labia rubbing against his nose! "Oh, ah!" she moaned softly as her hips twisted faster and faster.
Her pubic hair brushed against the burly man's face, making him feel itchy. He couldn't help but shake his head, but with each shake, his nose continued to brush against Xin Yi's vulva.
"Ahhh!" Xin Yi cried out softly, pressing her hands tightly against the black-clad man's head!
The black-clad man's mouth and nose were buried against Xin Yi's vulva, his lips touched by a wet, slippery liquid, the warm liquid also wetting the tip of his nose.
After rubbing against her for a while, Xin Yi simply raised one pink leg and placed it on the black-clad man's shoulder. This opened her vulva wider, and the black-clad man's nose was directly aimed at her honeyed opening! He couldn't help but breathe, but what he inhaled was a delicate fragrance, the scent emanating from Xin Yi's young body! Although Xin Yi was standing on one leg, she didn't seem tired. She even pressed her two snow-white breasts against the black-clad man's head, moaning softly, "Ahhh
!" The black-clad man was a normal man; with a beautiful female body rubbing against his face, he was already burning with lust! His penis became erect! But the pain was even more unbearable because he couldn't move his body.
Suddenly, Xinyi reached out and released the pressure points on his neck.
The burly man in black felt his reason vanish, his lust surge, and he stuck out his tongue to lick her wet vulva!
"Ah, oh, good," Xinyi moaned with pleasure, her hands around his head: "Deeper, ah!"
The burly man in black felt his lower body getting harder and harder, and he licked and licked, and when his tongue touched the tender flesh inside Xinyi's vulva, Xinyi cried out repeatedly: "Your tongue is so good."
Xinyi suddenly leaned back. This opened her vulva even wider, her warm, moist labia slightly parted. The burly man in black seemed to have gone mad; he not only licked, but also sucked hard on her clitoris. Xin Yi moaned softly as he sucked on her, her body writhing. Suddenly, the burly man in black forcefully sucked on her clitoris. Xin Yi cried out, her body trembling. She pulled her leg back from his shoulder, her eyes glancing at him with watery eyes. She pushed him down onto his shoulders, and he slowly lay down on the ground, only his red, erect penis remaining erect.
Xin Yi reached out her smooth hand, grasped the penis, and shook it twice, stroking it. The burly man in black, seeing her grasp it, became even more impatient. Lying on the ground, he groaned softly. He tried to reach out and pull Xin Yi onto him, but his acupoints were sealed, and he couldn't move.
Xin Yi cupped the base of her breasts and leaned down in front of the burly man in black. He couldn't wait any longer, opening his mouth to blow on her nipples, sucking and gently biting the areolas with his teeth! She sucked loudly, like a newborn baby wolfing down milk! "Oh, ah!" Xin Yi giggled as she sucked.
Not long after, Xin Yi, supporting the black-clad man's belly, squatted down and aligned her vulva with his glans, slowly rubbing it.
"Ah ah!" the black-clad man gasped, now frantic, panting, "I want it!" His eyes burned with lust!
Suddenly, Xin Yi lifted her hips and smiled seductively, "Answer what I asked you earlier,
and I'll give it to you!" The black-clad man, already unable to stop, felt a void in his heart as Xin Yi left. Hearing Xin Yi's question, he quickly said, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"
The burly man in black hurriedly recounted their origins, casting aside all notions of loyalty and righteousness. It turned out they were warriors sent by the Mongol court. They had intended to seize the essence of Xia Wule's internal energy cultivation technique, the "Wind and Fire Divine Palm," but their efforts were unsuccessful, and they found Xia Wule dead in the empty valley. They were at their wits' end. However, one of them had seen Xinyi lingering near the dilapidated temple at the valley entrance, so they secretly followed her, intending to kidnap her and force her to reveal the whereabouts of the brocade box. After
the burly man finished speaking, Xinyi asked, "Is everything you said true?" The man, his eyes bloodshot, nodded repeatedly.
Xinyi then used her vulva to rub the head of the burly man's penis twice, and then slowly inserted it!
Xinyi "pushed" it in very slowly; she first let half of the burly man's penis enter, then paused, and then "swallowed" the remaining half into her honeyed orifice! She frowned, letting out soft, panting breaths. The burly man in black immediately showed a look of pleasure.
After Xin Yi inserted the burly man's entire penis into her vagina, she stopped moving it up and down. The burly man in black gradually became impatient again, panting heavily. She asked him the same question again, and seeing that he answered exactly the same way, she thought it was true and slowly began to move it.
At this point, Xin Yi had gotten the information she wanted from him, and without pressure, she began to enjoy herself. She rotated her hips, moaning "Ai ai" incessantly
. The burly man's glans pressed against her clitoris, and with each movement of Xin Yi's hips, his glans ground against her cervix. With each grinding, her clitoris released a stream of vaginal fluid.
Xin Yi's vaginal fluid initially flowed slowly, but after about a hundred grindings, it was like a dam bursting!
"Ah!" "Ah!" Xin Yi felt waves of tingling numbness at her vaginal opening, and her hips involuntarily moved more heavily. Her cone-shaped breasts swayed violently with the vibration of her hips
. Xin Yi closed her eyes, her face showing a mixture of pain and pleasure. After swaying about two hundred times, her body suddenly trembled, and a warm gush of fluid spurted from her vagina. Then, it suddenly contracted, tightly clamping the glans of the black-clad man!
"Ah ah!" The black-clad man was so happy that his legs straightened. He felt a tingling sensation at the tip of his penis and ejaculated. Xin Yi's vagina was scalded by the hot semen, and her body trembled a few times before she lay softly on top of the black-clad man, panting. After a while, the black-clad man's penis slid softly out of Xin Yi's vagina, covered with white, sticky semen from both of them
. After resting for about half an incense stick's time, Xinyi finally stood up slowly and went to the bathtub to wash herself again with cold water. She saw the burly man in black lying on the ground, his eyes pleading. She thought to herself, "What to do with this man is troublesome..." After a moment's thought, she suddenly remembered the innkeeper and his wife, and the innocent guests who had died violently in their room. A surge of anger welled up inside her. Such a brutal man deserved to be killed. After packing her belongings, she struck the burly man in black unconscious with a backhand slap, then pressed a heavy pressure on his Yuzhen acupoint
. He stepped outside, took the little donkey, and thought to himself, "So many people have died at this inn, and since the innkeeper and his wife are dead too, I'll just set it on fire and burn it all down." He then rode the donkey away from the town that very night.
Reaching the outskirts of town, he saw flames shooting into the sky and thought, "Isn't this murder and arson? And seven people killed and two fires set in one day!" With a bitter smile, he kicked the donkey and slowly headed north... As he walked, he suddenly wondered if his actions towards the man in black constituted rape. If so, then today he had committed rape, murder, and arson—a truly heinous crime! The thought of rape made his cheeks burn. He kicked the donkey hard, and it trotted off
with a yelp ... Chapter
Ten Heading north, Xinyi arrived at the outskirts of the capital. Along the way, she diligently studied the martial arts taught by Xia Wule , the Wind and Fire Divine Palm, finding them profoundly different from her master's. The Dog-Beating Staff Technique was even more extensive and complex; although Xinyi was intelligent, she could only grasp about thirty percent of it in a short time. It was nearing dusk, but the lingering heat of the May sun made it unbearably hot. Not a breath of wind could be heard; the sky was like a jewel, a pure, unblemished blue. Sunlight streamed down from the west, illuminating the road and the treetops, but not penetrating the woods . There had been few travelers along the way, but suddenly a cloud of dust rose in the distance, and several sturdy horses galloped like thunder, circled before the grove of trees, and then all came to a stop . Xinyi rode her little donkey slowly along the official road. Upon seeing the knights, she was taken aback, staring at them for a long time. But when their eyes met, filled with murderous intent, Xinyi was startled. Not wanting to cause trouble, she flicked her small whip at the back of the donkey, and it galloped away. She ordered a bowl of green fruit tea from a tea stall and watched from afar… It turned out that the five horses and their riders were somewhat strange. The knights wore golden silk robes, trimmed with gold thread. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that these robes alone were worth over a hundred taels of gold, something no ordinary person could afford. What was particularly strange was that the saddles of these five horses also had gold tassels peeking out from under them. When the sunlight flashed, it shone on the saddles, and even the stirrups gleamed with gold. The five men and five horses, standing in the June sun, seemed to radiate golden light, like gilded statues in a temple. At that moment, the knights reined in their horses, and the horses slowly entered the shade of the trees. A burly man, deep in thought, pushed back his small black cap adorned with a bright pearl, adjusted his saddle, looked around, and turned to his companion saying, “This place is cool and quiet. I think we should rest here! Anyway, we’ve already calculated that Dian will definitely pass through this road. We can wait here, take advantage of the situation, and easily call him down. Wouldn’t that be great?” " This burly man, his face full of contemplation, not only looked imposing, but also spoke in a booming voice with a strong northern accent, clearly a powerful figure from the Yan and Zhao regions. What's strange is that such a person would wear such clothes? It's not just strange, it's almost mysterious ! After speaking, without waiting for a reply, he thrust his riding whip into the saddle, flipped over, and leaped off his horse. His agility was truly exceptional . A thin, tall man on another horse snorted coldly, 'That second brother has neglected his martial arts for the past year. Look at him, he's only run this short distance and he's already too tired to even find a bed to lie down on. And he talks like those people from the capital are his sons, as if he could do anything with a flick of his wrist.' " The man called "Second Brother" grinned, slapped his horse's rump, and the horse trotted away. He chuckled, "Brother, to be honest, I'm really feeling a bit overwhelmed. If it weren't for the fact that we've been eating their food for over a year and enjoying their hospitality, these bastards wouldn't have braved this scorching sun to come here." This burly man, seven feet tall, chuckled again, saying, "These few bastards from Hunan are nothing to me, Erhu. Even if they can bring out members of the Beggars' Sect, Brother, think about it, do you think those stinking beggars would lend any real skills to these scoundrels?" The tall, thin man he called "Brother" snorted coldly, his gaze shifting, and suddenly said, "Second Brother, look!"

The other four knights, dressed in luxurious attire, with lean physiques and fierce expressions, all followed his gaze in that direction. They saw a middle-aged beggar in a long, flowing robe, holding a broken bowl, sitting under a tree by the forest path, his eyes half-closed as if asleep, his two muddy feet stretched far out.
Suddenly, the middle-aged beggar awoke with a start, peeking out, still half-closed, looking at the person who had startled him with a bewildered expression.
The burly man who called himself "Second Tiger" now clearly saw that the middle-aged beggar was not old, his face was fair and clean, and his eyebrows were thin and long, hanging down, giving him a mournful look.
But these two "tigers" were both rude and reckless, taking nothing to heart. Seeing the middle-aged beggar
awake, they bared their teeth at him again. The middle-aged beggar, in a rough voice, loudly asked, "Hey, what's your background?"
The middle-aged beggar, as if suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, still drowsy, replied, "I've slept here all night, what am I anyway?
" The burly man laughed heartily, repeatedly saying, "Excellent, excellent! Then you should mind your own business!
" The middle-aged beggar said, "I don't want to meddle, but since the headquarters sent me here, alas! I can't ignore it!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback again. Erhu forced a laugh and said, "Brother,
what are you doing? For the sake of the Five Tigers of Changbai, please let the Beggars' Sect off the hook." He forced another laugh and continued, "We're just doing our duty, eating the food of others!"
Xinyi, who was standing by the tea stall, had overheard the people talking about the Beggars' Sect and had started paying attention!
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged beggar took a step back, his face ashen, and said, "Changbai Five Tigers, our Beggars' Clan has a modest reputation in the martial arts world. We usually help the weak and oppressed, and we despise those who serve the Mongol court. If you turn around and leave today, no longer working for the Mongol court, my Beggars' Clan brothers will be grateful to you for life. Just say the word, Changbai Five Tigers, and my Beggars' Clan brothers will go through fire and water for you. But—" His gaze suddenly sharpened, sweeping over the Changbai Five Tigers, and he continued in a deep voice, "But today, I must intervene in this matter. If you don't let go, even if my Beggars' Clan is accused of bullying the weak and ganging up on the few, we don't care." After saying that, he clapped his hands, and suddenly a dozen beggars emerged from the woods behind the Changbai Five Tigers, holding weapons, and surrounded the Five Tigers.
These five men, who had once robbed thirteen families in Northeast China in a single night, now had faces as cold as iron. Suddenly, the middle-aged beggar moved, rising like a wisp of smoke. His thin body soared to a height of about 25-26 feet, and with a slight push of his feet, he spun in the air. With a flick of his longsword, a crystalline sword light flashed through the air, slicing a branch as thick as a large bowl in two with a single strike. With a whoosh, the branch, roots and leaves still attached, fell to the ground. The middle-aged beggar then lightly flicked his palm in mid-air, sending the branch flying far away before gracefully landing
. Having displayed such astonishing skill, the middle-aged beggar stood with his feet in a T-stance, still with a stern face, and slowly said: "Would you like to reconsider?"
The five tigers of Changbai Mountain paled in shock. Before the second tiger could speak, the eldest tiger suddenly waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Today, our skills are inferior, and we five brothers have no choice but to admit defeat. Please leave Wan'er here, so that I can give an explanation to my superiors.
" The middle-aged beggar, who was tightly gripping the gleaming longsword, coldly replied, "Go back and tell your master that Bai Yuanxiu of the Beggar Clan pays his respects and requests that he come and offer some guidance when he has time..."
The eldest tiger stammered, "So it's Elder Bai, the Thousand-Handed Cold Light...
" Before he could finish, the middle-aged beggar softly uttered, "Roll!" The five tigers of Changbai Mountain, as if granted a pardon, immediately mounted their horses, tucked their tails between their legs, and fled, raising clouds of dust and creating a formidable spectacle, much like when they had arrived!
Just as the Five Tigers of Changbai left, the middle-aged beggar slowly approached Xinyi. Suddenly, he bowed to her with his hands clasped. Xinyi was puzzled, but then she saw about ten other beggars also come forward and bow. Xinyi was extremely surprised and was about to ask when the middle-aged beggar suddenly asked, "Miss, are you going to the Beggars' Sect headquarters in Dadu?" Xinyi nodded, and the middle-aged beggar said, "Then please come with me!
" Xinyi had received the Green Bamboo Staff technique from Xia Wule, who taught her the Wind and Fire Divine Palm at the foot of Mount Song. She was surprised to see the middle-aged beggar and the others being so respectful to her. Surprised, Xin Yi noticed the beggars' unusually respectful attitude towards her, seeing her carrying a bamboo staff. They answered every question Xin Yi asked, revealing everything they knew. Thus, before even reaching the capital, Xin Yi already knew six or seven tenths of the Beggars' Sect's inner workings. However, since it was a secret strictly forbidden by the sect, she didn't ask, and the others didn't bring it up either.
Passersby were all astonished to see a beautiful young woman in green walking with a group of beggars.
In no time, the group arrived in the capital. They found the Beggars' Sect's headquarters behind a large temple, heavily guarded at the entrance. Upon seeing the middle-aged beggar, the beggars bowed respectfully. Inside, the middle-aged beggar invited Xin Yi to sit outside for a while, but soon returned with three other elderly beggars.
The middle-aged beggar pointed to a fat beggar and said, "This is Elder Song, the Transmission Elder." Elder Song bowed with both hands, and Xin Yi rose to return the bow. She then introduced Elder Wen, the Enforcement Elder, and Elder Xin, the Head of the Staff-Bearing Elder, before introducing herself as the Head of the Bowl-Bearing Elder. After Xin Yi had performed the proper greetings to each elder, the five of them sat down and began asking about the green bamboo staff. Xin Yi recounted in detail her encounter with Xia Wule, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm, at the foot of Mount Song. Upon hearing this, the four elders were moved to tears, then burst into curses, vowing to avenge Xia Wule. Soon, the news spread outside the hall, and the entire temple was filled with the sound of weeping.
Seeing everyone crying, Xin Yi felt quite impatient but couldn't show it, silently cursing the old beggars in her heart. After a while, the weeping gradually subsided. Elder Wen, the enforcement elder, then inquired about the matter of the Beggars' Sect leader, and Xin Yi told him the truth.
The four elders exchanged disbelieving glances. Xin Yi grew even angrier and said, "I don't want to be the Beggars' Sect leader either. Whoever wants it can take it!" With that, she placed her green bamboo staff on the table and turned to leave. Elder Xin, the leader of the staff-wielding group, seeing Xin Yi about to leave, panicked and reached out to grab her.
Xin Yi heard a slight whistling sound behind her and spun around abruptly. However, Elder Xin's hand suddenly twisted, changing direction, and his fingers struck Xin Yi with lightning speed. His agility and speed were indeed astonishing. At this point, Xin Yi had to display her skill. She moved with the fluidity of flowing water, her wrist flicking, and dodged the force of his finger strike.
At that very instant, Elder Wen and the other two, the Enforcement Elders, exchanged glances and withdrew their weapons. Elder Wen, with a cold glint in his eyes, swung his sword, "Standing Slash of Mount Hua," aiming for Xin Yi's back.
Xin Yi's hands moved swiftly, and she turned around in a flash. Elder Wen's long sword missed its mark, and with a swift movement of his right hand and a left finger like a sword, she
executed two moves in one, as fast as lightning, truly astonishing. Elder Song, the Transmission Elder, wielded his hook-and-sickle like a broadsword, creating dazzling blade flourishes, and unleashed
a deadly move from the "Yue Family Sword Technique," aiming for Xin Yi's "Laughing Waist" acupoint below her waist.
Xin Yi was secretly astonished, thinking to herself that this "Elder Transmission of Skills" was indeed quite skilled. She knew that the hook and sickle were much smaller than a knife
, yet in the Elder Transmission of Skills' hands, they could create blade-like flourishes the size of bowls. His skill was profound; how could Xin Yi not recognize his worth?
At that moment, she dared not underestimate him. With a delicate shout, she moved her palm like the wind, then suddenly transformed it into a fist, then a claw, combining the "Wind and Fire Divine Palm" of Xia Wule, the "Fire Cloud Palm" from the Dog-Beating Stick Technique ("One-Handed Blade-Catching"), and the "Golden Cauldron Palm" passed down from her Emei Sect.
These techniques are all rare in the martial arts world. To be able to integrate them into a single, unified whole is unparalleled, even unheard of.
Xin Yi not only seamlessly blends these techniques, but her coordination is exquisite, down to the finest detail. The four elders of the Beggars' Sect, who have dominated the martial arts world for many years, wield incredibly powerful and rare techniques, yet they gain no advantage against Xin Yi's bare hands and struggle to cope.
Xin Yi's palms whistle, each strike executed with pinpoint precision, her accuracy in targeting pressure points and her timing astounding. The Transmission Elder pondered to himself, "Where in the martial world could such a skilled young woman come from, so beautiful as to be so formidable?"
He was renowned throughout the martial world for
his extensive knowledge and experience, yet he couldn't fathom Xin Yi's origins, no matter how hard he tried. However, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm and the Dog-Beating Staff Technique were Beggar Clan martial arts, indeed passed down by Xia Wule, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm master. After a few more exchanges, a clear whistle suddenly rang out, and the four elders leaped away. Xin Yi, engrossed in the fight, stopped upon seeing the elders leap away. The four elders whispered something, then suddenly bowed to Xin Yi. Confused, Xin Yi didn't even reach out to help them up. The elder who had been passing on his skills said, "Young lady, your martial arts are indeed personally taught by Chief Xia. The position of chief must have been passed to you as well. The four of us just tested our skills, and even with our combined strength, we were unable to gain the upper hand. It is truly a blessing for the Beggars' Sect to have you in charge!
"
Xin Yi, who had been completely bewildered, finally understood their intentions. She quickly reached out to help him up, repeatedly expressing her humility. Elder Wen then summoned disciples of seven bags or higher to announce the matter and set a date for the succession ceremony to be announced to the martial arts world.
The days of tedious formalities had left Xin Yi dizzy and overwhelmed. Fortunately, although the matters were complicated, she didn't need to worry about them; others handled them properly. Some disciples were initially resentful that a beautiful young woman had become the chief, but seeing Xin Yi's charming appearance, they readily accepted her without complaint. Xinyi, realizing this was a significant matter requiring her master's notification, sent someone to Mount Emei to inform Abbess Jingxu and Zhiyi. ( To be continued... ) Chapter Eleven : It was early summer, outside the capital city, on the outskirts of Xihua Mountain. The grass was green
, flowers bloomed, moss adorned with jade-
like patterns, orioles and musk birds mingled, and a warm, humid breeze stirred a slight restlessness. Suddenly, a long sigh echoed, and a scholar in Confucian robes and a square cap emerged from the slope, his origins unknown. He strolled leisurely around the valley, where all was silent; even the faintest sounds of insects and birds could not be heard. He casually picked up a withered branch and lightly sketched a plum blossom on the sand. Though only a few strokes, they perfectly captured the plum blossom's proud and defiant spirit. At this moment, faint voices could be heard in the distance, but they were extremely faint and distant. His expression changed slightly, a cold smile appearing on his lips. With a slight wave of his hand, the withered branch was deeply embedded in the stone wall. A moment later, several extremely faint figures appeared in the distance, arriving in the blink of an eye. Their astonishing speed was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, but upon seeing them, he smiled disdainfully, his expression becoming even colder. The figures circled briefly at the valley entrance before heading straight for where he stood. He murmured to himself, "Why are there only four? Could it be that my wish cannot be fulfilled this time..." The four old beggars stopped when they were about ten feet away from him, and slowly walked over. One of them, a tall, ruddy-faced middle-aged beggar, laughed loudly, "The Divine Lord truly believes in people, but we are too late." The laughter echoed throughout the valley, the sound reverberating. The scholar gave a cold snort, his gaze sweeping over the four old beggars before settling on a gaunt one. The old man had a long sword slung across his back; the blade was so long that it almost touched the ground, making him look rather comical. Yet, his broad forehead, deep-set cheeks, and eagle-like eyes inspired awe. Though they wore smiles, these forced smiles could not conceal the murderous intent and determination within them— the kind of murderous intent and determination that people cannot avoid when facing a life-or-death choice. These expressions could not be hidden from the cold-faced scholar. His eyes flashed rapidly, and he laughed loudly: "Good, good, the four elders of the Beggars' Sect are all here today! I, Qin Wuyang, am truly delighted. However…" His expression changed, a terrifying murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Where is your sect's Wind and Fire Divine Palm Master, Xia Wule, not? Do they look down on me, Qin?" The red-faced old beggar was none other than Elder Song, the Transmission Elder. "Your summons is too much for our leader to refuse, but..." The withered Elder Xin, the leader of the staff-wielding sect, coldly interrupted, saying, "But our leader, Xia, has already passed away. Our current leader is Leader Zhao... It's strange that Xin Yi, after becoming the leader, doesn't have a surname. On Mount Emei, everyone calls her Xin Yi and Zhi Yi, and she doesn't even know her own surname. Remembering the ranking of surnames like Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li in the Hundred Family Surnames, she tells people that her surname is Zhao, and thus, there is now a new Leader Zhao in the martial arts world... " Qin Wuyang's eyes snapped open, staring at Elder Xin's face like lightning, and he said, "Who is Leader Zhao? I, Qin, would like to see for myself." A smile appeared on Elder Xin's face, but when he smiled, it sent a chill down one's spine. He said, "If you can see Leader Zhao, I, Xin, will be the first to be overjoyed." " Qin Wuyang's expression changed as he asked, "What do you mean?" Elder Wen, the Enforcement Elder, interjected, "My Lord, please don't be angry. Chief Xia of the Wind and Fire Divine Palm passed away a month ago, which is why we cannot fulfill the life-or-death agreement you made three years ago. However…" Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful girl in green emerged from behind a tree, slowly walking to the four elders of the Beggars' Sect. She smiled slightly at Qin Wuyang, revealing her pearly teeth and dimples, looking charming and delightful . Elder Wen quickly said, "Chief… why are you here too… ?" Xin Yi retorted coquettishly, "Hmph! You can come, but I can't? " Elder Wen hurriedly replied, "Of course you can, but… but … " Qin Wuyang gave an "Oh," glancing in surprise at the still awkward leader of the Beggars' Clan. He wondered why the Beggars' Clan would elect such a delicate young girl as their leader. After a moment's hesitation, he looked back at Xinyi and said, "Chief Zhao has an extraordinary bearing. It makes me, Qin, very happy that an old friend has a successor. However, let us settle the affairs of the previous generation ourselves. Chief Zhao, if it is not necessary, there is no need to interfere." In that instant, another thought crossed Qin Wuyang's mind. Although Xinyi was the leader of the Beggars' Clan, given his own status in the martial world, it seemed somewhat inappropriate for him to take action against her... Xinyi looked at Qin Wuyang and said, "What the Divine Lord says is naturally reasonable, but a true man's word is as good as black and white. Since the Beggars' Clan and the Divine Lord have a prior agreement, I should abide by the clan's dying wish and fulfill this agreement with the Divine Lord. As for success or failure, life or death, how could we care?" Qin Wuyang smiled and nodded, secretly admiring the girl's courage. He said, "Everyone has their own ambitions, and no one can force anyone. Since Chief Zhao is so determined, I, Qin, have great respect for him. "

He paused, his voice turning cold and stern, then suddenly burst into a long, drawn-out laugh that sent petals fluttering down from the azaleas. He continued sharply, "How could I, the Five Supreme Divine Lord, possibly contend with your Beggars' Sect for such a ridiculous title? If you like it, let you call yourselves the number one sect in the world, what's wrong with that? But I never imagined that the leaders of a sect claiming to be the orthodox martial arts lineage would join forces to commit such a despicable act, the Five Swords Combined..."
Elder Xin's shoulder shrugged slightly as he moved alone to stand before Qin Wuyang, interrupting his words, and coldly said, "You don't need to say anything more. You have only yourself to blame, who else can you complain about! Today we have come from afar
to witness some of the most wondrous skills of your Five Supreme Divine Lord. Draw up the rules, and we will gladly oblige."
Qin Wuyang said, "I'm afraid you are not qualified to witness my ultimate moves." "The Fourth Elder, despite Qin Wuyang's insults and scorn, remained composed. 'The Five Supreme Divine Lord, with his swordsmanship, poetry, calligraphy, painting, and painting skills, is unparalleled in the world. We are merely martial artists; how could we possibly match the Divine Lord's mastery of both martial arts and literature?'
Elder Xin chimed in, 'Especially that last skill; we are utterly outmatched.'
Elder Wen chuckled, 'Elder Xin is absolutely right. The Divine Lord is dashing and debonair; that is something we
old men can never
match.' Qin Wuyang sneered, 'That's for the best. First, I want to see what exquisite techniques this self-proclaimed number one swordsman of the Beggars' Sect, Elder Xin, possesses that dares to be so arrogant.'" A sinister glint appeared on his lips as he said, “
Then what? Show me your exceptional skills, everyone. I, Qin, will not disappoint you. In any case, those who enter this valley today and cannot defeat me, Qin, will likely not be able to return alive. If I, Qin, am defeated by you, I do not wish to return alive either. I have made my point clear, so there is no need for any talk of chivalry. Just use your methods against me.”
Dusk had fallen, and the sky was starless and moonless, but the afterglow of the setting sun prevented it from appearing too dark. Furthermore, they were all highly skilled in internal energy, and although their vision in the darkness was not as clear as day, it was still quite sharp. Qin Wuyang’s gaze swept swiftly across the four men’s faces, noticing their uncertain expressions, yet each of them seemed confident and prepared, as if they had already made their plans.
A thought flashed through his mind, but then he reasoned, "Even if they have some trick up their sleeve, surely I can see through it. Besides, even if all five of them join forces, they might not be able to harm me."
Elder Xin snorted coldly and said, "You are indeed a man of few words, speaking cleanly and decisively, just to my
liking. Now, it's best to cut to the chase and settle this quickly."
He reached out and pulled the clasp on his chest, withdrawing his longsword. With a flick of his wrist, countless sword stars appeared, like a shower of flowers, falling in a dazzling display—it was a famous sword.
He pushed the scabbard out horizontally, and it landed flat on a protruding rock, as if supported by someone.
Seeing Elder Xin display this skill, Qin Wuyang thought to himself, "A man of great reputation is not without merit. Today's encounter is truly crucial to my survival. These four are all renowned figures in the martial arts world. Although I am famous throughout the land for my martial arts, this is the first time I have fought against the four elders of the Beggars' Sect."

Elder Wen was the first to leap out, standing in the south of the circle. Elder Xin, Elder Song, and Elder Bai each took their places, drawing their swords. Elder Xin pointed his sword upwards and said, "Since it's a sword duel, Divine Lord, please draw your swords quickly.
" The Five Absolutes Divine Lord flipped his hand, drawing his longsword, and said, "For nearly ten years, I, Qin, haven't used a weapon. Today, however, you are all top masters in the martial arts world. I, Qin, must make an exception and use this branch to test your skills. Please, make your move. Shouldn't Chief Zhao come up as well?"
Xin Yi shook her head, but

Elder Wen, despite his profound self-control, showed his displeasure and said, "Since the Divine Lord speaks so, we will proceed with our presumptions
." As soon as he finished speaking, the four longswords, which had been still, suddenly shot out like serpents, their blades intertwined. Strangely, the four swords did not strike Qin Wuyang directly, but instead formed a screen of light around him.
Qin Wuyang felt as if he were inside a giant glass dome, surrounded by dazzling light.
The swordplay was incredibly strange, yet it was neither Wudang, Emei, Diancang, nor any other school of swordsmanship
. The sword light surged continuously, like the mighty Yangtze River, yet as long as he remained still, it could not harm him.
It should be understood that since ancient times, sword techniques in the martial world have been either for self-defense or for injuring others. A sword technique that neither defends nor
injures is truly unheard of. If you don't move, you cannot escape this circle; if you try to move, those four perfectly coordinated sword lights are utterly impossible to break through. Not even a speck of dust can enter, let alone a person.
The Seven Absolutes Divine Lord stood silently within the sword light for about half a cup of tea's time, racking his brains for a way to break the formation, thinking to himself:
"No wonder they advocated this method; they've mastered such strange and excellent sword techniques. This is something I hadn't anticipated. I only thought that with their four swords combined, defeating them wouldn't be a quick matter, but breaking through would be a piece of cake. I never expected..."
He carefully observed the four men's sword techniques, but each sword was crisscrossed, the blades gleaming, vibrating rapidly, cleverly filling the gaps between them.
The Five Absolutes Divine Lord couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He thought to himself, "If I had brought the 'Clear Spring Sword,' I could have used the 'Shenjiang Sword Technique,' which I've painstakingly developed over decades, to break through this formation. But now I only have an ordinary steel sword. How can I possibly break through the swords in the hands of these four elders?" "
Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly saw two intersecting sword lights, slightly colliding and emitting a soft clang. The sword technique, originally flawless, paused for a moment due to this clash.
But that was also such a fleeting instant, as brief as a flash of light in the darkness. With a swift thought in his mind, the Five Absolutes Divine Lord thrust his steel sword into the gap, his left palm rising, the wind from his palm like a blade, slicing across the two sword lights.
Originally, this sword formation was practiced jointly by the four elders, not intended to counter the Five Absolutes Divine Lord. However, as their three-year agreement with the Five Absolutes Divine Lord drew ever closer, and knowing that the Five Absolutes Divine Lord was notoriously ruthless in the martial world, often killing with a smile, and possessing profound martial arts skills, having roamed the martial world for many years without anyone lasting more than twenty moves against him,
they had to relearn this formation. But in this relatively short period, their skills had already diminished..." He had reached the pinnacle, hence the slight lapse in his technique.
But what kind of person was Mei Shanmin, the Five Absolutes Divine Lord? His speed of thought and reaction was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Elder Xin only felt a jolt in his wrist, a strange force causing his whole body to tremble. His sword naturally became sluggish, unable to coordinate with the sword techniques of the other three. The originally tight and domineering sword formation loosened because of his slight sluggishness, and gaps began to appear between the swords. A gap appeared.
Taking advantage of the situation, the Five Absolute Divine Lord leaned forward with his left shoulder, his right hand wielding a steel sword that transformed into hundreds of flying shadows, piercing into the gap. The extremely rapid trembling caused the already loosening sword formation to become even more chaotic. Suddenly, he reached out and struck Elder Wen's ribs again,
causing Elder Wen to spit out blood and fall to the ground. Suddenly, a blue light appeared, and the Xin Yi short sword swung down from above, "Rainbow Across the Sky," bringing with it a pale blue light, separating the Seven Wonders Divine Lord and the Fourth Elder.
The Five Great Divine Lords and the Third Elder both felt a jolt in their hands, their longswords flying out of their grasp. The Five Great Divine Lords were especially startled, never expecting that this delicate-looking Chief Zhao possessed such profound skill. But then Xin Yi swiftly grabbed them, snatching the five longswords back and placing them in the four men's hands, saying sweetly, "Why risk your life in a friendly spar?" Amidst her cheerful words, the Five Great Divine Lords felt a chill in his heart. Suddenly, he flicked his sword, severing his own right hand, and left without looking back.
Xin Yi was stunned, utterly bewildered, and led the Third Elder to help Elder Wen back to the Beggars' Sect. It turned out that the Five Absolutes Divine Lord, arrogant and overconfident, had been thoroughly outmaneuvered by Xin Yi today. Realizing the vast difference in their martial arts, he became disheartened and cut off his right hand to signify his cessation of swordsmanship before drifting away.
Back at the main headquarters, it was already the first watch of the night. After tidying herself up in her room, Xin Yi summoned Elder Xin and the other two to the inner hall, scolding them for not letting her know about this matter. Elder Xin and the others stammered, unsure how to answer. Actually, they were worried that Xin Yi, being so delicate, wouldn't be able to handle the situation, but they couldn't say it aloud... so they could only listen quietly to Xin Yi's lecture
. Finally, after she finished speaking, Xin Yi told them to leave and rest. After Elder Xin and the other two left, Xin Yi thought of Elder Wen's injuries and went to his room where he was recuperating. She saw Elder Wen with a pale face, sitting on the bed adjusting his breathing. She then felt his pulse. Elder Wen was startled and opened his eyes. Seeing the leader, Xin Yi shook her head, telling him not to speak, knowing that he had suffered some injury to his Du meridian, which was somewhat troublesome. Xin Yi had already extended her right palm and patted his nape three times, while her left palm pressed against his waist.
Elder Wen hurriedly said, "My injury is nothing serious, Leader... you don't need to expend your energy."
A wisp of white steam rose from Xin Yi's head, and after a short while, she released her left palm. Elder Wen said, "Chief, why are you wasting your internal energy for me at this time?" Xin Yi smiled and said, "Your internal injuries are quite severe; the sooner you treat them, the better.
" Elder Wen's face, which had been deathly pale, flushed red in an instant, indicating his internal injuries were mostly healed. Xin Yi patted Elder Wen's shoulder, offering a few words of comfort. Her eyes flashed, and suddenly her face turned bright red. Elder Wen's crotch was bulging high; it turned out that Xin Yi had massaged Elder Wen's Du meridian with her internal energy. This meridian connects to the Zhiyang acupoint in his lower body, and with the stimulation of Xin Yi's internal energy, Elder Wen's penis involuntarily became erect. Upon seeing this, Xin Yi's heart pounded...
Elder Wen, realizing his own embarrassing state, was even more ashamed and stammered, "I...I..."
But Xin Yi only glanced at him with her watery eyes and said sweetly, "I think I'll just go all the way..."
Elder Wen was still unaware of Xin Yi's meaning when he saw her quietly unbuckling his belt. Elder Wen exclaimed in surprise, "Chief, you..."
"Don't speak," Xin Yi said with a smile.
Obeying his leader's orders, Elder Wen could only nod blankly.
Xin Yi pulled down his trousers and gently massaged his penis. Elder Wen, unable to resist
the caress , hard as an iron rod, throb and throb with a subtle heat.
Xin Yi first placed her hand on Elder Wen's penis and rubbed it, saying, "Elder Wen, at your age,
you can still get this hard, amazing!"
After Xin Yi had rubbed it enough, she slowly pulled down Elder Wen's trousers, but Elder Wen's erect penis
hooked onto the trousers. With a little effort, Xin Yi managed to free the penis from the fabric, standing tall and thick.
Since becoming the gang leader, everyone had treated Xin Yi with utmost respect. Seeing Elder Wen's penis, her delicate face flushed red. She asked Elder Wen to pull his trousers down a little further, and then took a silk handkerchief to carefully wipe his hard penis. Her movements were very gentle, so Elder Wen felt no discomfort, and his flagpole-like penis remained erect.
Although Elder Wen's penis was large, it was smooth and full. After wiping it, Xin Yi cupped his glans in her left palm and asked, "Does it feel good?"
"It feels so good." Elder Wen's voice trembled.
Xin Yi released her hand and brought her nose close to his penis. Elder Wen looked at her innocent, half-closed expression and couldn't resist a surge of desire. His penis throbbed forcefully, slapping against Xin Yi's nose. Xin Yi felt the soft warmth of the glans and couldn't help but giggle.
Although it had been wiped clean, Elder Wen's penis still had a strong smell, like a mixture of sweat and urine. Xin Yi made up her mind, stretched out her pale pink lips, and touched Elder Wen's glans. Elder Wen's penis immediately reacted, the glans tilting upwards. Upon seeing this, Xin Yi felt an indescribable itching sensation in her lower body.
She pulled her face back, looked at Elder Wen, and then slightly parted her cherry lips, pretending to approach his glans. Elder Wen couldn't withstand such teasing; his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest, and his penis was about to explode.
Xin Yi gently took half of Elder Wen's glans into her mouth. Part of Elder Wen's foreskin covered the outer edge of his glans. Xin Yi's nimble tongue slipped inside the foreskin, using the tip to pull the glans out. Suddenly, Elder Wen's entire glans was exposed, filling Xin Yi's small mouth completely. Elder Wen's whole body convulsed and trembled violently. Xin Yi relaxed her lips, her small tongue swirling around his urethral opening, gradually spreading out to cover the entire glans, and sliding into the groove, licking back and forth with the tip of her tongue. Elder Wen couldn't resist, his buttocks thrusting upwards again. Xin Yi's small mouth encircled him, swallowing his entire glans.
"Oh..." Elder Wen groaned. Xin Yi sucked and licked like she was licking an ice pop, making Elder Wen's glans swollen and shiny with an unusually sensitive touch. Every time Xin Yi's tongue grazed it, he felt like he was falling from a great height, his heart pounding
in his chest. Looking down at the gang leader he admired, he felt a chaotic, stormy reaction as she used her small mouth to take his swollen, aching penis into her mouth. Every nerve in his body felt like a taut bowstring, and his penis was like an arrow on a bow, ready to be shot at any moment.
Xin Yi noticed that Elder Wen's penis remained stiff, and the veins that were buried in the shaft were struggling and swelling. She gently sucked on it a couple of times, then released his penis from her lips. She then stood up, slowly unbuckled her belt, and with a swift movement, let her outer garment slide off her smooth shoulders, revealing her pink, fragrant shoulders and her full breasts with obvious curves. She pulled off her short yellow underpants, and Xin Yi's beautiful, exquisite figure was presented naked before Elder Wen.
Under the lamplight, Xin Yi's naked body was on full display. Her firm, exquisite breasts rose and fell like two large, ripe peaches. Her fair and rosy skin was flawless, like a fine jade carving, delicate and translucent. Her small, angular red lips were parted. Her smooth, delicate neck, her smooth, delicate abdomen, her rounded, long thighs, her full, firm buttocks, her curvaceous, tall, and well-proportioned figure, and her alluring pink vulva were like a secluded valley in the deep mountains. Elder Wen had never seen such a sight before, and his eyes turned bloodshot, his hands trembling.
Elder Wen's lust was instantly aroused. He pounced on Xin Yi, embracing her curvaceous body, his right hand constantly caressing her warm vulva. His hands traced from Xin Yi's toes down her calves, then lingered on her soft, white thighs, sliding down her hips to her waist and abdomen. Finally, his hands moved down her neck, resting on her firm breasts. Xin Yi felt waves of tingling pleasure coursing through her body.
After fondling Xin Yi's irresistible breasts, Elder Wen turned to her bright red nipples, circling his tongue over them before suddenly taking one breast into his mouth and suckling. Xin Yi was nearly driven to madness by the teasing, desperately twisting her beautiful body and spreading her long, slender legs wide open.
Xin Yi's private parts were completely exposed. Sparse, soft pubic hair couldn't cover her slightly parted, pink petals. Her thighs were wide open, revealing a soft, raised triangle, beneath which lay a clitoris, slightly pink like her nipples, tightly closed. Elder Wen couldn't resist rubbing that area, causing Xin Yi to tremble all over, her juices flowing freely. Elder Wen became even more excited, parting Xin Yi's soft labia with two fingers, pressing his thumb against her defenseless clitoris, and beginning to vibrate rapidly.
Xin Yi's body trembled instinctively from this intense stimulation, only able to utter soft, trembling sounds, unable to speak…
Elder Wen lowered his mouth, his nimble tongue roaming over Xin Yi's vulva, relentlessly licking that area.
Xin Yi was at the height of her passion, and soon she was completely overwhelmed. She gasped softly, her head swaying involuntarily, her smooth, white abdomen heaving. Suddenly, she felt a surge of heat within her, a fluid flowing down her thighs. The indescribable pleasure between her legs grew stronger and stronger.
Xin Yi groaned as she rose, pulled off Elder Wen's clothes, flipped him over, pinning him beneath her, and grasped his thick, hard penis, stroking it. Xin Yi's delicate hands gently rubbed the glans against her vulva, her wet labia swirling around it. A sensation like an electric shock surged through Xin Yi's body, and her juices flowed like a burst dam from her vulva.
Xin Yi twisted her hips incessantly, her upper body arching, her loose, jet-black hair flying wildly in the air before landing on her snow-white shoulders. Elder Wen had never tasted such pleasure before, and felt a surge of intense stimulation. His penis seemed to swell, taut to the extreme, and he involuntarily straightened his lower body. With a soft "whoosh," half of his thick penis was already inside Xin Yi's warm, moist honey hole. Xin Yi felt as if a red-hot iron rod was being inserted into her vagina, both hot and itchy, an indescribable pleasure surging through her heart. Her blood began to boil, and she even felt a little dizzy. The thick honey hole stopped moving forward inside Xin Yi's vagina, and her cherry-like lips parted slightly, a look of joy and comfort appearing on her face. But Wen Changshi was already immersed in the happiness Xinyi gave him, and had no intention of actively violating her. He just lay there motionless, his thick penis erect, trembling in waves due to excessive excitement. Xinyi,
however, was slowly reaching her limit. Her buttocks wiggled slightly, her body rising and falling, her full, firm breasts swaying with her movements. At this moment, she no longer cared about her exposed breasts; she only knew to let Elder Wen's honeyed orifice penetrate deeper into her vagina. She leaned back comfortably, quickly bracing herself with her hands on Elder Wen's legs to keep from losing her balance, her buttocks shaking even more wildly, her large breasts swaying up and down and side to side. A wave of pleasure surged through her.
Encouraged by Xin Yi, Elder Wen gradually began to thrust upwards in sync with the rhythm of her hip movements, intensifying Xin Yi's pleasure. She trembled uncontrollably, almost losing herself in the sensation, and saliva even dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Xin Yi's breathing became increasingly rapid, the intense stimulation rushing to every corner of her body. She felt her vagina contracting repeatedly as Elder Wen's penis relentlessly penetrated her, each thrust reaching the very depths of her soul. She involuntarily moaned, "Mmm...so good..."...Ah...faster...oh...God...I'm coming...mmm...ah...I'm going to heaven...God!" "...Ah..." A surge of climax washed over Xin Yi, her body trembling as she ejaculated... Elder Wen couldn't resist reaching out to grasp her full breasts, kneading them vigorously. He straightened up, embracing Xin Yi tightly, their skin pressed together, rubbing against each other. Finally, he couldn't help but shudder, his semen shooting into Xin Yi's vagina like a spray.
The two held each other even tighter until Elder Wen's penis softened and quietly slipped out of Xin Yi's vagina. Xin Yi then slowly got up, telling Elder Wen to rest well, and prepared to return to her room after getting dressed.
Just as she stepped out of her room, she heard strange noises coming from the next room. Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw Elder Xin had taken off his pants and was masturbating with his hand. Xin Yi's face flushed; she knew Elder Xin had seen her and Elder Wen's intimate moment. A thought struck her, and she pushed open the door and went inside
. After witnessing Xin Yi and Elder Wen's intimate moment, Elder Xin's mind was filled with images of Xin Yi's voluptuous body, as if she were swaying, swaying, swaying before his eyes. Unable to restrain himself, he pulled out his penis, closed his eyes, and imagined Xin Yi's beautiful body, lost in the moment. He was so engrossed in this that he didn't even realize he was outside the door until Xin Yi burst in, and it was too late.
Seeing his shocked expression and erect penis, Xin Yi suddenly found it amusing and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"
Elder Xin was truly honest; he replied truthfully, "I'm...thinking about you..." "
Well...you're thinking about it quite realistically..." Xin Yi said, looking at the hard object in his hand.
"I...I..." Elder Xin knew Xin Yi was watching his penis. He turned away from her, embarrassed, and tried to explain, "Actually, I was just thinking about it casually..." "
Is that so?" Xin Yi came in and closed the door. "Keep thinking!" Elder Xin was stunned for a while, then said, "This is a bit hard to think about..." Elder Xin's penis, like him, was dark and thin, but strong and muscular, with a large glans. Xin Yi walked over, cupped her hands, and rubbed his urethral opening. Elder Xin couldn't help but groan.
"You're really hard..." Xin Yi said.
"I...I..." Xin Yi pushed his hands away and began to stroke him herself, her hands moving up and down. Elder Xin trembled even more violently.
Xin Yi cupped Elder Xin's glans in her palm, gently rubbing it with her delicate hand. The sensation was so
intense that Elder Xin gasped for breath, his body trembling, his penis throbbing even more. Xin Yi asked again, "How is it now? Comfortable?" Elder Xin gasped, "So comfortable, more… harder…" His penis was so swollen it was almost painful.
At this moment, Xin Yi smiled at Elder Xin, "You're quite something, already so excited, yet you can still hold back from coming."
"I…I…can I…?" Elder Xin stammered.
"What?" Xin Yi didn't even look up, playfully circling her finger around the glans.
"Can I…?" Elder Xin looked at Xin Yi's upturned buttocks, "touch you?"
"Hmm, just a little bit…" Xin Yi said. Elder Xin, feeling guilty, reached out and caressed Xin Yi's pink and plump buttocks. Xin Yi's buttocks, clad only in a thin shirt, were smooth and delicate. His hand lingered on Xin Yi's thighs and buttocks, caressing them repeatedly.
Later, he grew bolder, bending his middle and index fingers and lightly touching Xin Yi's raised vulva. Seeing that Xin Yi only wiggled her buttocks and did not object, he went a step further and left his fingers there, slowly pressing and rubbing. He kept touching her, feeling that the bottom of Xin Yi's skirt was gradually getting wet.
After a while, he became more skilled and bolder, slipping his hand along the edge of the fabric inside Xin Yi's skirt, finding her moist labia and stirring and rubbing them. Xin Yi became increasingly sticky, unconsciously twisting her buttocks. Xin Yi deliberately and quickly thrust into him a dozen times, making Elder Xin extremely aroused. He stood up and fell to the floor along with Xin Yi. Xin Yi could no longer stand. She pushed Elder Xin away, pulled up her skirt, and squatted down.
Elder Xin's penis remained erect throughout. When Xin Yi came down, her legs were spread wide, and his penis, pointing skyward, naturally slid into her honeypot. Xin Yi's honeypot, already wet and warm from her previous orgasm, was penetrated by his glans, which, aided by her weight, reached her G-spot. Xin Yi had already climaxed, but Elder Xin's sudden insertion excited her again. Elder Xin held Xin Yi's buttocks and legs, slowly rocking her. Xin Yi gritted her teeth, her honeypot contracting uncontrollably, and she began to feel pleasure again.
Elder Xin supported her as she rose and fell with his hands. Soon, he noticed Xin Yi moving her hips up and down on her own. He moved his hands to her chest, pulled open her shirt, and began to play with her breasts. Xin Yi frowned, seemingly in pain, but her mouth was panting softly, two dimples appearing on her cheeks. She tilted her head back and forth, her hair scattered, making meaningless guttural sounds. Elder Xin pinched her nipples hard, but Xin Yi didn't feel any pain at all; she just kept lifting and lowering her buttocks. Seeing this, Elder Xin also thrust his hips to help her. As soon as Xin Yi realized that Elder Xin was also moving in tandem, she immediately said, "Don't stop...
"

Elder Xin gradually increased his force, each time perfectly penetrating to the very bottom of Xin Yi's honeyed orifice, then quickly withdrawing, only to thrust in again just as quickly. Xin Yi, unable to support herself any longer, lazily leaned against Elder Xin's shoulder. Elder Xin released Xin Yi's beautiful breasts, reaching out to caress her all over. Xin Yi's smile deepened, her dimples sank even further. Xin Yi felt comfortable being penetrated, her vagina contracting and tightening repeatedly. Elder Xin also felt comfortable inside, his penis growing thicker and harder, making Xin Yi even more comfortable. Finally, Xin Yi reached another climax; her whole body trembled, her breathing becoming weak, only able to gasp softly. And Elder Xin's glans tingled, and he too ejaculated.
Despite the cool night air, both were drenched in sweat. They cuddled tenderly for a while, until Elder Xin, exhausted from kneeling, accidentally collapsed to the ground. Xin Yi lay down briefly, then struggled to sit on his lap. Elder Xin embraced her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. They gazed at each other and kissed again. After a short while, Xin Yi slowly stood up, gave some gentle instructions, and returned to her room. As soon as she opened the door, she suddenly saw a familiar purple figure standing at the head of the bed, looking at her with a half-smile. It was her junior sister, Zhi Yi. Xin Yi blushed and asked, "How long have you been here?"
Zhiyi giggled, "I arrived just as you left your room. I didn't expect you to be here, sister..."
Xinyi's face flushed even more...

To be continued
... Chapter Twelve
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Xinyi was overjoyed to see Zhiyi in the room, but also felt incredibly embarrassed. She knew Zhiyi had probably seen everything about her wanton behavior. However, Zhiyi didn't tease her as usual, only smiling. Relieved, Xinyi was also quite puzzled. That night, the two sisters slept together, and since they were always very close, under Xinyi's gentle questioning, Zhiyi began to recount her journey down the mountain
... It turned out that a Beggar Clan disciple suddenly appeared on Mount Emei that day, bringing news to Abbess Jingxu and Zhiyi that Xinyi had taken over as the Beggar Clan leader. Abbess Jingxu and Zhiyi were both quite surprised. Zhiyi was very excited upon hearing this, but Abbess Jingxu had other considerations. After dismissing the Beggar Clan disciple, she returned to the inner hall to rest.
That night, Zhiyi felt increasingly uneasy. She thought about her sister making great strides in the martial world, while she was still diligently practicing on this desolate mountain. She didn't understand why, and her master wouldn't let her leave the mountain—it was truly unfair. After thinking about it for most of the night, she finally made up her mind. That very night, she left Mount Emei for Dadu to find Xinyi. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She packed her bags, quietly left the inner hall, and headed straight for the mountain gate. Just as they were about to reach the mountain gate, Zhiyi suddenly heard someone cough. Her heart sank; the voice was so familiar. Turning around, she saw it was her master, Abbess Jingxu. She had no choice but to obediently stop, head bowed, awaiting her reprimand.
Abbess Jingxu snorted, "I knew you little brat would try to sneak away, hehe!
" Then she sighed, "Alas! You don't need to sneak away. To be honest, I was quite surprised that Xinyi took the position of Beggar Clan leader. The martial world is treacherous, especially with the complex relationships between gangs. I don't know if she can handle it all by herself! Alas!
This is good for you; you can go down the mountain early to help your sister!" Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard. Then she realized her master had agreed to let her leave the mountain. She immediately jumped closer to Abbess Jingxu, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and said sweetly, "I knew Master was the best..."
Abbess Jingxu laughed and scolded, "You're so disrespectful! What kind of behavior is this... " Suddenly, Abbess Jingxu said seriously, "Zhiyi, the martial world is not like Mount Emei. After we arrive in Dadu, you must help Xinyi properly..." She gave her these detailed instructions and then gave her an extra fifty taels of silver before letting Zhiyi leave the mountain. Thinking that only her master would be left on the mountain after she left, Zhiyi was very reluctant to part. She said goodbye to Abbess Jingxu for a long time before finally setting off. When Zhiyi descended the mountain, it was already dawn. The scenery of the fields along the way delighted her. After two days of travel, she arrived at Guanliang Town, a river and land port. However, having already set her sights on a destination, she didn't linger in the town and boarded a small awning boat bound for Dadu that very day, heading north along the canal. The awning boat wasn't very large. At the time of departure, besides the cargo, there was only the boatman and a newlywed couple. The boatman was about forty years old, quite robust, but seemed a bit slow-witted. The newlywed couple and Zhiyi each had a cabin, while the boatman slept in the forward cabin. The scenery on the canal was beautiful, and Zhiyi didn't find the journey boring. Within a day, Zhiyi became quite familiar with the newlywed couple and the boatman. Everyone found her young and charming, and they were all happy to talk to her. The small boat traveled by day and rested at night at various docks along the way. This day, as the boat reached Hanyang, it was already dark, and the crew went to bed early. Zhiyi, upon returning to her room, also felt drowsy. Around midnight, Zhiyi suddenly heard rustling sounds from the next room. Peeking through the crack in the deck, she saw the newlyweds making love. Because the cabin was cramped, they were both covered with blankets and trying to be quiet. But Zhiyi, young and full of curiosity about sex, couldn't take her eyes off them. She felt a crawling sensation all over her body, and a warm current surged in her lower abdomen. How could this be? How embarrassing! Zhiyi subtly clenched her thighs, feeling a sticky, slippery fluid overflow from her vagina. She rubbed herself a couple more times, feeling a wave of tingling pleasure spread throughout her body. Zhiyi felt a jolt and couldn't help but continue rubbing... Zhiyi felt herself gradually becoming hazy. Although she resisted the temptation between her fingers, she still collapsed onto the bed. She continued rubbing in a daze. Suddenly, Zhiyi heard some rustling sounds beside her. She struggled to sit up and saw the boatman staring at her. The rustling sound came from the movement of his crotch. Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, the boatman had already noticed Zhiyi peeking into the next room. Seeing Zhiyi's unbearably itchy appearance, he couldn't resist any longer. He secretly pulled down his pants and reached inside to touch his hardened penis. When Zhiyi collapsed onto the bed again to rub herself, how could he resist? He pulled out his penis and came in. He began to move with abandon. Zhiyi stood there, stunned, watching the boat captain passionately stroking his penis, looking completely absorbed. The scene made her feel confused, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. Suddenly, the boat captain gently pulled her close, their noses almost touching. She wanted to turn and run away, but her body was weak, and she felt utterly ashamed . Zhiyi felt the boat captain's hands roaming everywhere; she felt increasingly dizzy, her limbs weak and powerless, and she could only let him do as he pleased. Knowing that Zhiyi had no intention of resisting, the boat captain became even more audacious. He pushed Zhiyi down onto the bed, his right hand boldly caressing her breasts. Zhiyi's breasts had never been touched by anyone before. She knew she should resist, but she couldn't resist the waves of novel pleasure, and involuntarily began to writhe her body. Seeing his move work, the boatman became even more emboldened. His fingers undid Zhiyi's shirt, and his hand swiftly slipped inside, grasping her right breast. Delicate, pink, and elastic, it fit perfectly in his hand. He pressed against it while his left hand continued to caress Zhiyi's entire body. Zhiyi felt a wave of tingling and confusion. She tried to stop the boatman's advances, but she couldn't resist this novel, tingling sensation. Soon, the boatman had completely unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her snow-white upper body. Zhiyi's beautiful breasts were clearly displayed before him. She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, which only gave the boatman more opportunity to greedily feast his eyes on her magnificent bosom. Zhiyi tightly gripped the boatman's hands, wanting to speak to stop him, but when she opened her mouth, only soft breaths escaped her lips, her face flushed. This only encouraged the boatman further. The boat captain deliberately pressed her nipples lightly with his fingers, sometimes kneading and sometimes pinching them, and even rubbing and pulling on the nipples, making Zhiyi pant softly and writhe incessantly.

The boatman lowered his head and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking it, teasing it relentlessly. Zhiyi had never experienced anything like this before, and she could no longer control herself, letting out a soft moan. By this time, Zhiyi was so comfortable she was almost delirious. The boatman boldly unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants, revealing her snow-white, flat abdomen and her small, rosy vulva, translucent and hairless. There was a noticeable wetness at the entrance of her vagina. The boatman probed and pressed with his index and middle fingers; it was indeed sticky and thick, her juices already overflowing.
Zhiyi was shocked to realize the boatman had discovered her shameful secret. Her body trembled violently, and she tried to stop him, but it was too late. The boatman's fingers had penetrated the source of her wetness. A wave of unprecedented pleasure washed over Zhiyi, and she both longed for the boatman to stop and yet hoped he wouldn't. Her heart was in turmoil, a wave of ecstasy washing over her.
Seeing that Zhiyi seemed resigned to her fate, the boatman continued sucking and licking her breasts, calmly removing his own clothes until he was completely naked. The two then embraced each other naked. Zhiyi smelled the man's scent; all her sensitive areas were now under his control. She could only murmur helplessly. The boatman had Zhiyi lie on her side facing him, pulling her thigh across his waist and caressing her leg. This placed his hard glans against the entrance of her vagina, rubbing against it. Zhiyi felt waves of pleasure and involuntarily wiggled her hips in response.
The boatman rubbed back and forth several times, even trying to insert half of his glans into her vagina. Zhiyi rolled her eyes, a silly smile on her face, looking utterly wanton. Seeing that she was not in pain, the boatman thrust his penis forward, the entire head of it already inside Zhiyi's vagina.
"It hurts!" Zhiyi cried out in surprise, her brows furrowed.
The boatman knew he couldn't give up halfway, so he hardened his heart and continued to thrust in and out, step by step. Zhiyi gripped his hand tightly
in pain , but she couldn't stop the boatman's penetration. Finally, the boatman felt that the head of his penis had reached the very core of her vagina, and that it was fully inserted, before he stopped. But Zhiyi frowned deeply, saying resentfully, "If I'd known it would hurt this much... I, I'm in so much pain..." The boatman quickly said, "I'm sorry... this way the pain will be shorter, it'll be over soon, my darling." "Who's your darling? You only know how to bully me."
Hearing her coquettish tone, the boatman couldn't help but kiss her lips. Zhiyi responded with her little tongue, and the two embraced tightly. After a while, the boatman's penis slowly began to gently thrust in and out. Zhiyi was no longer in pain, but instead felt pleasure, and a comfortable expression appeared on her face. Zhiyi moaned softly, "Oh... so comfortable... God... how can it be... so comfortable... this time... it's hitting my heart... ah... ah...
" Zhiyi was experiencing her first sexual encounter, and the inexplicable pleasure brought her an unprecedented feeling of comfort, making her feel like she was flying to heaven. As the boat captain thrust, he felt his penis being enveloped by warm, tight, tender flesh. The honeyed orifice was overflowing with lustful fluids, incredibly sensual, which excited him greatly. He kissed Zhiyi's small mouth, cheeks, and snow-white neck repeatedly. Zhiyi trembled, her arms tightening around him. The boat captain straightened up, looking down at his large penis moving in and out of her orifice, each insertion making a "splat" sound. After a few thrusts, he could no longer be gentle. He raised his large penis and began to thrust violently, each time all the way in.
Zhiyi gasped for breath, her juices splashing everywhere, waves of pleasure washing over her. Her clitoris trembled violently, finally reaching its peak, and she climaxed. The boat captain felt the trembling of Zhiyi's clitoris from the tip of his penis, her juices gushing out continuously. All expressions on his face froze; he knew she had reached her first orgasm.
Immediately afterward, Zhiyi shuddered violently, and the boatman felt a tingling sensation in his penis as large gushes of semen gushed out, shooting deep into Zhiyi's body. Zhiyi was scalded and pounded by the semen, her clitoris pressed tightly against the large glans, causing her to feel dizzy. Her juices flowed freely, reaching another climax, her semen staining their groins. Satisfied, they embraced and kissed, reluctant to part. For a long, long time, they separated, the boatman reluctantly rising.
Zhiyi, having just tasted the sweetness of love, was as intoxicated as if they were in honey. Every night, she and the boatman made love. For the first few days, they were secretive, but after a couple more days, the newlyweds reached their destination and disembarked. Zhiyi and the boatman became even more unrestrained, sometimes even doing it during the day as soon as the boat stopped. The boatman was completely captivated, his mind clouded by the ecstasy, and he became even more intoxicated. The two women hoped this road would never end.

But things didn't go as planned. Finally arriving in the capital, after a reluctant farewell, Zhiyi sought out the Beggars' Sect. Upon arrival, she was met with Xinyi's flirtatious and unrestrained demeanor. During their conversation, the sisters exchanged knowing smiles and playful banter before falling asleep.

The next morning, the sisters appeared together in the main hall. The beggars were surprised to see their leader suddenly have a younger sister, but seeing Zhiyi's cheerful smile and undeniably charming cuteness, they all felt a sense of goodwill. Since she was the leader's sister, everyone naturally greeted her with smiles, chatting with her all day long. Before long, she became one of them and naturally settled into living with the Beggars' Sect…

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