Water Clouds

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In the first chapter of the first book, a young girl in purple, nestled in the arms of a beautiful young woman, said coquettishly, "Mother, Brother Yang isn't practicing martial arts properly again. What is he doing writing poetry over there?" The woman had a high, straight nose, small red lips, and delicate eyebrows that accentuated her gentle, watery eyes. She wore a pale yellow silk robe with a semi-transparent veil draped over her shoulders and sat on a mahogany chair. She patted the girl's head affectionately, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and said softly, "What's wrong? Did Shiyuan upset you again? You're not a child anymore, don't keep bothering him. If you really like him, your father and I will arrange for you to marry him, how about that? Ling'er, it's time for you to get married." The girl, called Ling'er, quickly raised her head and sat on the beautiful woman's lap. Her fair face flushed red, and her bright eyes widened, making her look somewhat like the beautiful woman. With a resemblance of seven or eight parts, she slightly curled her pale lips and said, "Who wants to marry him?" Then, she buried her head in the beautiful woman's full breasts and rubbed against her, saying coquettishly, "Mother... I'm still young, and I want to stay by your and Father's side longer, to be filial to you. We can talk about this later." The beautiful woman lightly raised her left sleeve to her lips, chuckled softly, and said, "Then in a few years? Can we talk about this then?" "Mother, you're making fun of me, you're making fun of me, your daughter won't stand for it, she won't stand for it!" Ling'er said shyly. The beautiful woman stood up and said to the little girl beside her, "Let's go see your Brother Yang." Pushing open the door, they saw a light mist swirling around the entire house, which sat on a small hillside. The house had nine rooms, and a winding path led from the central room to the main gate. The path was lined with various exotic flowers and plants, and a gentle breeze blew... The entire garden was fragrant, with rolling hills nestled not far from the room on the left. Behind the room lay a slightly sloping meadow, and the rightmost room bordered a winding stream. If you listened carefully, you could hear the babbling brook. Except for the east side, the entire estate was surrounded by dense forest, and a narrow mountain path in front of the main gate seemed to lead down the mountain. How could such a paradise nestled against the mountains and beside the water not have a renowned reputation? This place was called Shuiyunjian, the residence of a famous landscape poetry school. The founder of the Landscape Poetry School is said to be a descendant of Meng Haoran, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty (Meng Haoran: a famous poet in ancient China and a representative figure of the Landscape Poetry School of the Tang Dynasty). Although the Landscape Poetry School has always had few members, each generation has produced one or two outstanding disciples who stand at the top of the martial arts world. During the rebellion of Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang against the Yuan Dynasty and the Jingnan Campaign of Emperor Chengzu Zhu Di, Meng Zhaoyan, a fourth-generation disciple of the Landscape Poetry School, followed the Wudang Taoist Sanfeng and made great contributions to the two emperors, thus establishing the Landscape Poetry School's illustrious position in the martial arts world. The beautiful woman is Zeng Wanrou, the wife of Meng Zheng, the leader of the Landscape Poetry School, also known in the martial arts world as gentle as water and wielding a sword like floating clouds. The girl in purple beside her is her only beloved daughter, Meng Ling. Zeng Wanrou gently took Ling'er's hand with her left hand and walked slowly towards the grass behind the house. A clear, resonant voice rang out: "The road of the martial world is long and arduous, fraught with countless storms. What worries a hero may have? A smile can dispel a thousand sorrows." A blue figure moved in response, dancing in the wind. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." A sword flashed, leaving deep footprints on the grass. "Brother Yang, you're practicing so well! What kind of sword technique is this? I've never seen it before!" Ling'er turned to her mother and said, "Mother... you're so biased! You only teach Brother Yang, but you won't teach me. I think you like Brother Yang more." Wanrou blushed and turned her head away, quickly spitting out, "Little girl, what nonsense are you talking about? I'll tear your mouth apart next time." Then, she couldn't help but steal a glance at the man in blue, her blush deepening. The man in blue steadied himself. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, stood tall and straight, his long hair was tied up on his head, revealing a pair of large ears, and his still immature face had a scholarly air about it. A few glistening beads of sweat clung to his face. What a handsome and dashing young man! Ling'er ran forward, took out a fragrant handkerchief from her bosom, and carefully wiped the sweat from the blue-clad man's face. She said with concern, "Brother Yang, you don't have to practice so hard! Your martial arts are already very advanced." Wanrou finally calmed herself and said, "Shiyuan, your swordsmanship is indeed very high. The only thing you lack is a little internal strength. However, you must not be arrogant or complacent. Remember, learning is endless. Your current achievements are just the beginning in the eyes of true masters." Yang Shiyuan quickly replied, "Yes, Master's Wife, I will remember." Then, Wanrou explained to Ling'er, "Silly girl, your Brother Yang's swordsmanship is rooted in..." "It's based on a poem he wrote himself." Ling'er exclaimed in surprise, "What? He created his own sword technique?" "Yes, back then, when our ancestor abandoned his pen to join the army and defend the Song Dynasty against the Yuan Dynasty, it is said that he comprehended the way of the sword from a poem and created the Qingfeng Sword Technique." Ling'er walked to Wanrou's side and said, "But how old is Brother Yang? How can he create his own sword technique?" Wanrou patiently explained, "When our ancestor created the Qingfeng Sword Technique, he was only a few years older than Shiyuan. Your Brother Yang has been learning swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is also very intelligent, so of course he can create his own sword technique." Ling'er looked at Yang Shiyuan with admiration and said, "Brother Yang, you are so amazing." Yang Shiyuan smiled slightly and resumed practicing his sword. "Ling'er, let's not disturb your brother Yang's sword practice anymore. Let's go. Shiyuan, come to my room after you finish practicing." Wanrou instructed before leaving. It was evening. "Knock, knock, knock." "Come in." Yang Shiyuan gently pushed open the door to his master's wife's room. A captivating fragrance wafted towards him, causing Yang Shiyuan to feel a sudden surge of fluster. Yang Shiyuan composed himself and asked, "What brings you here, Master's wife?" Wanrou replied, "Shiyuan, among your peers, you possess the greatest talent. The fate of the landscape poetry school rests on your shoulders. Besides, our Meng and Yang families are longtime friends. I... I also eagerly anticipate your success." Wanrou paused, biting her lip, her beautiful face beaded with sweat, hesitant to speak. A hush fell over the room. Gradually, an awkward expression appeared on Yang Shiyuan's face. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange; only Wanrou's pounding heartbeat and Yang Shiyuan's increasingly heavy breathing could be heard. Finally, Wanrou gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and said, "Shiyuan, you are still... still young, and some of your ideas are immature, but no matter what, I... I am your master's wife, and also Ling'er's... mother. Ling'er and you in the future... you... you must take care of yourself... don't... don't think about... unorthodox methods." Wanrou's voice gradually softened, until it was barely audible. Wanrou lowered her head to gather her thoughts, and then her voice became loud again: "Shiyuan, you haven't been going to morning practice lately, which is a bad influence. No matter what, you are the third senior brother in the sect. If you lead the way in slacking off, how can the junior brothers and sisters below work hard?" "Shiyuan knows he was wrong. Shiyuan will definitely go tomorrow," Yang Shiyuan said quickly. Wanrou's expression had returned to calm. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, you can go now. Go back and think carefully about what I told you today." Yang Shiyuan bowed to Wanrou and left. "My master's wife was so strange today. What happened? What did I do wrong?" Shiyuan walked along the garden path, his mind a complete blank, muttering to himself. Oh no!!! Shiyuan suddenly remembered something, exclaimed inwardly, and ran towards his room. He heard a hurried door opening, followed by the sounds of rummaging through drawers and cabinets. After a while, silence returned to Yang Shiyuan's room, where Shiyuan was slumped in front of the bookshelf, his face flushed, inwardly groaning. Inside the bookcase were poems written by Shi Yuan in his spare time, many of which expressed his admiration for his junior sister Ling'er, his master's wife Wanrou, and his two fellow disciples. In a corner of the bookcase was a painting by Shi Yuan depicting four beauties admiring a garden scene in Jiangnan. Each woman was poised and charming, their expressions captivating; they were none other than the four women Shi Yuan loved. Above the painting, in the upper left corner, were a few small characters: "With these four beauties by my side, what more could I ask for in life?" Shi Yuan thought to himself, "This is really bad. These things have clearly been rummaged through. My master's wife probably found out. What should I do? No wonder she acted so strangely today. If word gets out, I, the third senior brother, will never be able to stay at Shuiyun Academy again." "Young master, young master. Are you there? Your door isn't closed." Just then, a clear and melodious voice came from outside the room. Hearing the voice, Shi Yuan hurriedly bent down to tidy up the calligraphy and paintings, and was momentarily flustered. "Don't come in, I'm not ready yet, don't come in." Yang Shi Yuan said in a panic. "Young master, is there anything I can help you with? I'm coming in." The girl's voice, accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps, entered Shi Yuan's ears. Yang Shiyuan quickly looked up and saw a young girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in green, standing before him. She had two cowlicks in her hair, her large eyes sparkling, and her red lips slightly upturned, as if she were trying to suppress a laugh. "Young Master, don't hide it anymore. My master's wife and I saw the treasure you hid inside the other day," the green-clad girl said.She smiled, pursing her lips. Yang Shiyuan blushed and said, "How could that be? My master's wife wouldn't peek at my things. Sister Xin'er, what happened?" The girl named Xin'er said, "It's all the young master's fault. Why didn't he put his things away properly? That day, his treasures fell out of the bookcase, and my master's wife and I happened to see them. We just wanted to help you tidy them up... but we didn't expect..." Xin'er blushed as she said this and continued: "Young Master is so mean! He wrote all sorts of nonsense, and... he even drew some kind of 'Four Beauties' picture, and... he drew me in too! You have no idea how angry Master's wife was. She kept calling you a little pervert, a little lecher!" Even though Yang Shiyuan was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. He whispered, "Good senior sister, good sister, kind Xin'er, please stop talking." "Pfft!" Xin'er couldn't help but laugh out loud at Shiyuan's pleading look. Hearing the laughter, Shiyuan felt even more embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Xin'er seemed unwilling to let Shi Yuan continue to look so awful, and hurriedly said, "Young Master, I'm leaving." She had only taken a few steps out the door when she ran back and stood at Shi Yuan's door, saying, "Young Master, don't worry. I don't think Master's wife is really angry. She likes you very much." Hearing this, Shi Yuan couldn't help but ask, "And you? Are you angry?" Xin'er's pretty face flushed slightly upon hearing this, and she whispered, "I'm not angry either. Of course... of course I'll serve Young Master for the rest of my life." Then, as if remembering something, her face darkened, "But Young Master hasn't avenged his great enemy yet. How can you only care about your personal feelings?" After saying this, she hurriedly turned around and ran out. That night, Yang Shi Yuan lay in bed, thinking to himself and tossing and turning, unable to sleep until the third watch of the night. In his drowsy state, Yang Shiyuan seemed to feel something rubbing his erect penis. He half-opened his eyes and saw his usually dignified and elegant teacher's wife, curled up gracefully in front of his bed, revealing her snow-white, rounded buttocks. She looked at his thick, long penis with an unprecedentedly seductive gaze, and said with a flirtatious smile, "So thick! And such a lovely pink color." Yang Shiyuan immediately woke up and hurriedly asked, "Teacher's wife, what are you doing?" Wanrou... She chuckled, "Little pervert, don't you like me a lot? Don't call me 'Master's Wife' today, just call me Sister Rou. Ling'er and I both like you very much. Why don't we both marry you?" Yang Shiyuan said, "I do like you both, but how can a mother and daughter share one husband? Besides, what about my master? Ah... Master's Wife, please don't do this." Wanrou increased the speed of her rubbing, making the already thick jade penis even more erect, revealing its ferocious true face, as if it were about to devour. Wanrou's eyes showed a look of infatuation, somewhat afraid of its size, her fearful gaze mixed with a bit of shyness, the inevitable expression of the conquered. Wanrou gazed at the jade phallus with adoration, lying on the bed, her buttocks raised, her hands tightly gripping the base. She parted her red lips, her delicate tongue darting out, and exhaled a breath of fragrance onto the phallus. Then, she tentatively licked the glans, quickly pulling away, raising her head to gently observe Shiyuan's reaction, and softly asked, "Do you like it?" Seeing Shiyuan's expression of ecstasy, Wanrou slowly calmed her unease: So he likes it when I do this too. Wanrou again extended her red tongue, licking the groove of the phallus, her mature, full breasts swaying slightly from side to side with the movement of her head. Then, Wanrou opened her cherry-like mouth as wide as she could, laboriously swallowing the entire head of the phallus into her mouth. Shi Yuan had never experienced such stimulation before, especially since the gentle beauty before him was the noble and pure goddess in his heart. Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread from his waist, and Shi Yuan ejaculated the semen he had accumulated for 16 years. Then, he fell into a deep, weary sleep. ＊ ... "Knock, knock, it's time for Young Master to get up." A series of urgent knocks sounded on the door, followed by Xin'er, dressed in a light blue silk dress, opening the door and entering Shi Yuan's room. Shi Yuan was lying on his side on the bed, fast asleep, a slight smile on his face, seemingly still having a sweet dream, completely unaware that Xin'er had entered his room. "Oh dear, young master, why are you still sleeping? It's so late already." Xin'er quickly walked to Shi Yuan's bedside, shook him awake, and continued, "Didn't you promise your master's wife that you would definitely go for your morning exercise today? It's almost time, if you don't get up soon, your master's wife will get angry again." Shi Yuan was still half asleep, his head was spinning, but upon hearing the words "master's wife," he instantly woke up, quickly threw off the covers, and got up. "Ah, what's going on?" Standing by the bed, Shi Yuan felt a cool, wet sensation between his legs and couldn't help but cry out. Xin'er looked down at the sound and saw a wet patch on Shi Yuan's white pajama bottoms, which were clinging tightly to his inner thighs. Then, a strange, pungent masculine smell wafted into Xin'er's nostrils, making the young girl feel dizzy. Shi Yuan stood there awkwardly. Having secretly read forbidden books and possessing some medical knowledge, he naturally knew what it was. He glanced at Xin'er, only to see her head bowed, staring intently at the sticky substance, looking lost and confused. He wondered what she was thinking. "She must have noticed," Shi Yuan thought, his face flushing red with embarrassment. Xin'er snapped out of her daze. Although she didn't know what it was, she vaguely knew that seeing it was inappropriate. She looked up and saw Shi Yuan stealing glances at her. A chill ran down her spine: Had the young master seen her earlier, disoriented state? A wave of embarrassment washed over her, and she quickly shouted to cover her blunder: "Young master, what's that dirty stuff coming out of you? Or... or should we change it quickly? Let's hurry, we're going to miss our morning exercise!" With that, Xin'er suppressed her shame and ran out. A moment later, Xin'er and Shi Yuan were using their light-footed skills to speed towards the backyard lawn. Suddenly, Xin'er felt a slightly damp, large hand reach out and grab her small left hand. She heard a soft voice: "Good sister, please don't tell anyone about what happened today, okay?" Xin'er couldn't speak while maintaining her pace like Shi Yuan could; she could only nod slightly and tilt her head back. She felt the person behind her clearly relax, their steps becoming lighter as they gradually caught up and walked alongside her. Only then did Xin'er realize that Shi Yuan was still holding her small hand. A slight tremor ran through her; her girlish reserve made her want to pull her hand away and shake Shi Yuan off, but she couldn't bear to. She could only let Shi Yuan pull her along, running towards the grass. When they reached the back garden, all the disciples were already there, and Wan Rou was patiently instructing them on their martial arts deficiencies. Ling'er, with her sharp eyes, spotted Yang Shiyuan and Xin'er first, and sweetly said, "Brother Yang, Sister Xin'er, why are you so late..." Suddenly, Ling'er noticed that the two were walking hand in hand, and her voice immediately choked, her pupils contracted, and she pouted, "Mother, look what time it is! Why is Senior Brother Shiyuan only just arriving? Mother, you should punish him!" Wanrou, seeing the two walking together, felt a surge of resentment in her chest, and said sternly, "Yang Shiyuan, Li Xin'er, do you know that there are laws for the country and rules for the family? Morning exercise is one of the compulsory courses of the Landscape Poetry School." "How could you be late? Do you know how much time the entire sect has wasted waiting for you two? Especially Shiyuan, it was already wrong of you to skip morning practice for the past few days, and today, even though you did come, you're so late again. Shiyuan, don't think you can act recklessly just because your master and I spoil you. Ling'er is right, I'm going to punish you both properly." Upon hearing this, Shiyuan and Xin'er both lowered their heads in fright. Xin'er was especially frightened and quickly pulled her left hand back from Shiyuan's grasp, rubbing her hands together in front of her. Wanrou felt a little relieved when she saw the two of them separate their hands, but she couldn't help but be secretly alarmed: What's wrong with me today? Why did I lose my composure like this? In the past, even if Shiyuan didn't come to morning exercise, I wouldn't get angry. He didn't need to participate in morning exercise anyway. And Xin'er must have been late because she was trying to wake Shiyuan up. This wasn't the first or second time, and I never got angry then. Could it be that I got angry because they came hand in hand? Wanrou thought of this, her pretty face blushed, and she became even more certain of her idea. Shiyuan mustered up his courage, raised his head, and looked directly at his master's wife, preparing to take responsibility alone. However, he happened to see his master's wife's little daughter's shy appearance. He immediately remembered the beautiful dream from last night, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned his red head away, not daring to meet his master's wife's eyes. Shi Yuan said, "Senior Sister Xin'er was late because she was trying to wake me up. The fault lies entirely with me, and I'm willing to take full responsibility." Xin'er quickly replied, "Master's Wife, I also failed to go to Junior Brother's room to wake him earlier. I'm also at fault. I hope Master's Wife won't blame Junior Brother entirely." Wan Rou was touched to hear that both of them were willing to take the blame for each other.Her anger, which had subsided somewhat, reignited. Then, she heard Ling'er let out a muffled groan, further fueling her irritation. Her voice rose sharply: "Xin'er, Shiyuan, each of you go back to your rooms and copy the sect rules fifty times. Bring them to my room by noon. Shiyuan, after you finish copying, go to Yunshui Lake to reflect on your actions for three days. You've gone too far!" The disciples were all seeing their master's wife angry for the first time, and even more so, seeing her, usually so gentle and refined, punish her disciples. They were all too frightened to even breathe. Those disciples who had initially wanted to say a few good words for Shiyuan and Xin'er promptly shut their mouths. Wanrou, seeing the disciples looking at her with astonishment and fear, grew increasingly anxious. She had no desire to stay any longer and just wanted to return to her room to clear her head. So, she looked around and announced, "Alright, it's getting late. Let's stop practicing here for today and go home." Shi Yuan slumped his head and walked slowly back to his room, listless. Seeing Shi Yuan's dejected appearance, Ling'er couldn't help but blame herself for stirring up trouble and adding fuel to the fire. She opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing. She sighed and went back to her room with mixed feelings. Wan Rou hurried back to her room, closed the door, sat down in the sandalwood chair, raised her left hand, rested her chin on her hand, and slowly sorted out her thoughts. Wanrou thought to herself, "What are my true feelings for Shiyuan? Could it be that I really like him? No, no, absolutely not! Shiyuan is my junior, and I'm a married woman. How can I think like this? What about my husband? Besides, Ling'er likes Shiyuan so much. Does she really want to end up like in Shiyuan's painting, mother and daughter sharing a husband?" Thinking this, Wanrou blushed, spat, and scolded herself for her wild thoughts and shamelessness. She also felt a pang of sadness, slightly blaming Meng Zheng for not being considerate of his wife and only thinking about finding the family heirloom. After a while, Wanrou snapped out of her self-reproach and saw a few rays of sunlight streaming into the room. She looked up; the sun was high in the sky. Another bright and sunny day, Wanrou thought. Suddenly, her expression softened, as if she had remembered something: that day had also been a bright and sunny day. At that time, Shiyuan was just a naive young boy, and it was after that that her feelings changed. She seemed to have developed special feelings for Shiyuan and could no longer act like an elder... ************ "Teacher's wife is really something. It's not a big deal, and the fault doesn't lie with my sister. Why did she punish you too?" A bright young girl was standing in Xin'er's room. She wore a red silk shirt and a black skirt, her whole body enveloped in fiery red, and her every move exuded youthful vitality. Xin'er stopped writing and said, "Qian'er, don't say that. We did make a mistake this time. I'm fine, but the young master..." The girl impatiently interrupted Xin'er, saying, "Sister, you only have your young master in your heart, always protecting him. This time, it was clearly him who caused the trouble." Xin'er said softly, "Qian'er, you don't understand the situation..." As she said this, two red clouds rose on Xin'er's face. She changed the subject and said, "Sister is the same. Actually, you like the young master very much too." Qian'er quickly said, "Pah, who's like you? That shameless scoundrel." As Qian'er said this, she couldn't help but laugh and said: "I can't help but bicker with him the moment I see him, how could I possibly like him?" Then, Qian'er glanced around and said mysteriously, "I think Master's wife has fallen for Shiyuan." Xin'er's eyes widened instantly, startling Qian'er into silence. Xin'er's face hardened, and she said seriously, "Junior Sister Qian, how can you be so worldly like everyone else?" Qian'er lowered her head, her jade fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. Then, she raised her head, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, and said to Xin'er, "Sister, you don't know, there's a rumor in the sect that Master and Master's wife's relationship isn't actually good." Xin'er said, "Don't listen to those people's gossip." "Master and Mistress are so loving and respectful to each other. They haven't argued once in ten years. How could their relationship be bad?" Qian'er said. "That's the real problem. What couple never argues? How can a couple be so loving and respectful to each other? You've noticed, haven't you? Master's gaze towards Mistress is strange; he doesn't seem to see her as a woman." Seeing Xin'er's silence, Qian'er continued, "Perhaps it's because Mistress is too outstanding. She surpasses Master in every way." Qian'er paused slightly, her words now full of confidence, and said, "Besides, Master seems afraid to see Mistress. He's always avoiding her. Otherwise, why haven't we seen him at all?" Qian'er lowered her head and pondered for a while. Then, she raised her hand, smoothed her hair, and said, "What you said makes some sense, but how can we, as the younger generation, make wild guesses? Alright, don't think about it anymore. I believe that even if Master's wife and young master truly love each other, they would never do anything immoral." A hint of sadness flashed between Qian'er's brows: "Yes, life is always full of helplessness. Even if two people truly love each other, it is very possible that they cannot be together." ****************************************** Yunshui Lake, the lake water is emerald green and clear, swaying in the wind. Reeds and small sandbars are scattered throughout the lake, embellishing the slightly monotonous surface. Bathed in the setting sun, the lake stretched out before them, its waters merging seamlessly with the sky, a dazzling golden light shimmering everywhere. It evoked the saying, "This lake only exists in heaven," which is probably where the name "Yunshui Lake" comes from. "So beautiful," exclaimed a dashing young man standing before a small wooden cabin by the lake, captivated by the breathtaking scenery. Shi Yuan, gazing at this wondrous sight of the sky and water merging under the setting sun, felt his mood brighten considerably and turned to walk towards the cabin. Reaching the door, Shi Yuan gently pushed it open with a creak. Stepping inside, Shi Yuan was immediately startled. A cotton quilt hung across the center, dividing the room in two. The furnishings were simple, yet the room was exceptionally clean. Someone must regularly come to clean this house. "It's exactly the same as before! She hasn't forgotten, she hasn't forgotten!" Shi Yuan couldn't contain his joy and shouted loudly, as if he had returned to the shores of Yunshui Lake two years ago. ************ Back then, Shi Yuan was only 14 years old, but his martial arts skills were already highly developed, and among the younger generation of the sect, no one could surpass him. "Shi Yuan, do you know why your master's wife came here with you?" Wan Rou then and now were both gentle and mature, a perfect blend. "Shi Yuan doesn't know," Shi Yuan replied. "Shiyuan, your martial arts have already reached the Innate Realm. In a few more years, you'll be virtually unmatched in the martial world. It's truly remarkable that you've achieved this at such a young age," Wanrou praised. But then, she changed the subject, saying, "However, you should also know that there are countless masters in the martial world, and there's always someone better. It's easy to become arrogant and complacent when you achieve such high levels of skill at a young age. Shiyuan, if you develop this kind of mentality, your martial arts will stagnate and you'll never improve further." "Shiyuan understands," Wanrou said. "Shiyuan, let's have a match and see just how far your martial arts have progressed." Shiyuan was overjoyed. He knew that the title "Floating Cloud Sword" in the martial world wasn't given lightly. Being able to spar with such a master was the most fortunate thing for Shiyuan, who lacked practical combat experience. The clash of steel swords suddenly echoed along the shores of Shuiyun Lake. "Shiyuan, if you hold back any longer, this match will lose all meaning." "Yes, Master's Wife, your disciple will give it his all this time." "Clang, clang, clang." The two exchanged blows, and in the blink of an eye, they had already fought over a hundred moves. Shiyuan had used only one set of Soft Water Sword Techniques from beginning to end. This defensive technique was executed flawlessly in Shiyuan's hands, leaving no openings. Wanrou changed her sword techniques several times, but she still couldn't break through Shiyuan's defense, leaving her drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Wanrou grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, thinking to herself, "I never imagined his martial arts had become so refined." She then thought, "If I can't defeat him today, what use were all those words I said before?" With her lips slightly parted and teeth clenched, she finally unleashed her most powerful technique, the Floating Cloud Swordplay. Shiyuan's expression also immediately turned serious. The two gradually forgot that this was merely a match between master and disciple, each giving it their all. Wanrou unleashed a move called "Blue Sky and White Clouds," and in an instant, sword shadows rose from all sides, surrounding Shiyuan. Shiyuan was thrown into a panic, hastily raising his hands to block and dodging left and right. He barely managed to evade the attack, only to see Wanrou's sword already piercing his chest. "Floating Cloud Sword, truly living up to its name." These words flashed through Shi Yuan's mind, but he could no longer dodge. He instinctively turned to the side and raised his left leg to kick Wan Rou. Seeing that Shi Yuan was cornered and certain to lose, Wan Rou quickly stopped, her longsword halting at Shi Yuan's chest. At that moment, Wan Rou heard a "whoosh" sound. It turned out that while Wan Rou had stopped, Shi Yuan's left foot had already swung up, kicking Wan Rou in the waist. Fortunately, Shi Yuan was mindful of his master's wife, and this kick didn't use any hidden force, so Wan Rou didn't suffer any serious internal injuries. With a scream of "Ah!", Wan Rou's body flew high into the air and fell into Yunshui Lake with a "plop". Seeing this astonishing scene, Na Shiyuan was completely stunned and at a loss. His mind was in turmoil, and he was overwhelmed with deep self-blame. "Help... Shiyuan... help!" Wanrou choked on the lake water several times.He was already feeling dizzy, and he frantically pounded the water with both hands, but to no avail. When Shi Yuan heard the cries for help, he suddenly remembered that his master's wife couldn't swim, and shouted, "Master's wife!" He immediately took off his clothes and jumped into the water. Like a tiger descending a mountain, Shi Yuan charged forward with all his might. In the blink of an eye, he had swum close to his master's wife from behind. He stretched out his left hand and tightly encircled the lower part of his master's wife's breasts from the left side, holding her tightly. He said, "Master's wife, don't panic. Don't move anything now. Just leave everything to your disciple." Wan Rou had, after all, made a living amidst the clash of swords and shadows. At this moment, she gradually calmed down. As her mind settled down, she found that her breasts were being pressed tightly against Shi Yuan, and her body was clinging to the almost naked Shi Yuan. Her posture was extremely indecent. She had intended for Shiyuan to wrap his arms around her waist, but found it difficult to bring herself to say it. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, she ultimately said nothing and allowed Shiyuan to drag her ashore. Inside the small wooden cabin by the lake, the firelight flickered. A cotton quilt hung horizontally, dividing the cabin into east and west sections. Shiyuan, inhaling the woman's distinctive, rich fragrance, imagined his master's wife's exquisite, naked figure across the quilt, his mind already lost in fantasies. Wanrou, naked, sat there blankly, the pungent scent of a young man wafting towards her, making her even more flustered. The cabin was silent, utterly still; both seemed to be keeping their mouths tightly shut, unwilling to speak. A subtle tension rose in the room, creating an awkward atmosphere. Suddenly, Wanrou spoke, "Shiyuan, you... this... this isn't your fault. We both lack practical experience. What happened today is a secret between the two of us. Don't tell anyone. Just... just forget about it. That's better for both of us." Wanrou's voice trailed off, almost inaudible. Shiyuan had never heard Wanrou's soft voice before. He was captivated, unable to tear himself away, and unconsciously replied, "Mmm," savoring the memory of her gentle voice. ********** ... Shi Yuan was surprised. "Ling'er, why are you here? No one can come here without the permission of Master and Mistress. Did Mistress send you?" Ling'er said softly, "Brother Yang, it's all my fault. I saw you and Sister Xin'er holding hands today, and I couldn't control myself. I said bad things about you, which caused you to be punished. Brother Yang, I felt so sad when I got back that I couldn't help but come here. Brother Yang, I'm so... I'm sorry." Ling'er was on the verge of tears as she spoke. Shi Yuan scratched his head and his ear, thinking to himself: How come I didn't know you said bad things about me? Seeing that Ling'er was already in tears, he felt a pang of heartache and said, "Alright, Ling'er, Brother Yang isn't angry with you. Ling'er, is this why you came?" Hearing Shi Yuan's words, Ling'er seemed to regain her vitality as if by magic, and smiled with tears streaming down her face, "That's great, Brother Yang, that's great! Yes, I was so afraid that Brother Yang would be angry with me because of this." Seeing Ling'er crying and laughing at the same time, Yang Shi Yuan's heart was instantly filled with indescribable tenderness, and a surge of pride also welled up in his chest: such a small matter, and she was so worried about me. He couldn't help but open his arms and hug Ling'er tightly. Ling'er nestled against Shi Yuan's chest and said, "Brother Yang, this is the first time you've ever held me like this. I'm so happy!" Shi Yuan felt the two green nipples on his abdomen slightly protrude, and smelled the fragrance of the girl's hair. His heart fluttered, and his body immediately reacted. "Huh? What's this?" Ling'er asked curiously. She gently pulled away from Shi Yuan's hands and looked down. Beneath the blue cedar tree was a strange protrusion. The girl's curiosity was piqued. She reached out her right hand and grabbed it, asking Shi Yuan, "Brother Yang, what's this? Is this yours?" Shi Yuan was immediately speechless, his face flushed red. He inwardly cursed the girl's ignorance, but since his manhood was in someone else's hands, he had no choice but to answer, "This is Brother Yang's most precious treasure. Let go quickly, or Brother Yang will get angry." "No," Ling'er stuck out her tongue and stubbornly said, "I won't let go. Brother Yang is so fierce and stingy! Can't I even take a look? Brother Yang is so stingy, hiding his treasure in such an embarrassing place." After saying that, Ling'er opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at Shi Yuan's crotch, as if she had seen something new and interesting. She gently touched Shi Yuan's penis with her small hand and saw that the protrusion was bigger than before. Ling'er thought she had discovered some secret and excitedly exclaimed, "Brother Yang, this is really a treasure, it will get bigger!" Shi Yuan's face turned pale and then red. Evil thoughts had long been born in his mind, and at this moment they broke through the shackles of morality and occupied his entire mind. Shi Yuan, being young, was prone to losing control. He had already decided in his heart that Ling'er was his wife, a fact he could reassure himself about, ensuring he wouldn't violate his moral principles. At this moment, wicked thoughts took hold, and he secretly made a decision. "Ling'er, if you want to see, I'll let you see, but first, close your eyes, okay?" Seeing the girl's seemingly reluctant expression, Shi Yuan quickly continued, "Good Ling'er, sweet Ling'er, brother is going to give you a surprise. Don't you want to see your darling?" Hearing this, Ling'er released her hand that was lightly caressing his penis, closed her eyes, and turned her body away. She said, "Brother Yang, hurry up!" Shi Yuan smiled wickedly, unbuckled his belt, revealing his already eager and large penis. He said... With a trembling voice, Yin said to Ling'er, "Alright, Ling'er, you can open your eyes now." Ling'er turned around and saw Shi Yuan's naked lower body. She quickly covered her face with her hands and stomped her feet, saying, "Brother Yang is so lewd! How could you show me such disgusting things?" Shi Yuan coaxed her gently, "Ling'er, what you wanted to see is right here. Why don't you want to see it now? This is the treasure you were talking about." Ling'er slightly spread her fingers, stole a glance at the jade stalk, her body trembled, and she quickly closed them again, looking incredibly shy and cute. Seeing Ling'er's seductive appearance, Shi Yuan could no longer restrain himself. He took Ling'er's delicate hand and placed it on his penis. He said, "Ling'er, keep rubbing. You're rubbing me very well. Don't you want to make Brother Yang feel good? Don't you want to make Brother Yang happy?" Ling'er hesitated for a moment after hearing Shi Yuan's words, but finally began to rub her slender fingers up and down. Shi Yuan felt an unusual surge of pleasure as his penis was being rubbed for the first time. He couldn't help but praise, "Ling'er, you're so good." Hearing this, Ling'er worked even harder, placing her right hand on Shi Yuan's penis as well, rubbing it from slow to fast. Seeing Ling'er's earnest expression, Shi Yuan felt a pang of guilt, but it was immediately overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. After a long while, Shi Yuan finally couldn't take it anymore. Having never even masturbated before, he was naturally inexperienced and forgot to tell Ling'er to quickly move away. He only saw his penis suddenly swell even more, then the glans opened wide, and a stream of cloudy white semen gushed out, spraying towards Ling'er's face. Ling'er had never seen that slightly fishy-smelling liquid before, and she was stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately. Some of the liquid still sprayed all over her face and hair. Shi Yuan thought to himself, "Oh no!" He and Ling'er stared at each other. Ling'er smelled the fishy stench and immediately came to her senses. She opened her mouth, about to cry out loud, but Shi Yuan knew that he couldn't let Ling'er cry now, otherwise it would never end. He didn't care about being disgusted and quickly covered Ling'er's mouth. He coaxed her, "Ling'er, be good. Brother loves you. Brother likes you so much." Then, Shi Yuan quickly pulled Ling'er to the Yunshui Lake to wash her face and hair. After washing, Ling'er was calm. Just when Shi Yuan thought the matter was settled and breathed a sigh of relief, Ling'er suddenly said, "I'm going to tell Mother!" These words startled Shi Yuan so much that he was scared out of his wits. Shi Yuan quickly said, "Ling'er, this is a secret between you and me. There's no need to tell anyone else. Two close people always have many little secrets." Ling'er pouted and said, "I won't tell you, but you have to make a vow." Shi Yuan made a bitter face and said, "Okay, okay, what vow do you want me to make?" Ling'er whispered, "I want you to say that you will marry me in the future." Shi Yuan thought to himself: After this happened, even if you don't tell me, I will definitely marry you in the future. Without hesitation, he declared loudly, "Heaven above, your disciple Yang Shiyuan hereby swears that I will marry Junior Sister Meng Ling in this lifetime. If I break this oath, may I be punished..." Ling'er stepped forward and covered Shiyuan's mouth, saying shyly, "Alright, I understand. Thank you. I believe Brother Yang will not break his promise." After saying that, she rested her head on Shiyuan's shoulder and whispered, "From now on, I will be your wife." Her tone was full of joy. The two of them cuddled each other like this, and after a period of silence that was better than the sound, Ling'er suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Yang, that behavior just now was only between husband and wife. In fact, I already knew it, but who made me feel sorry for Brother Yang today? I specially apologized for this." In fact, there was another reason Ling'er didn't say. Xin'er made her feel pressure, making her feel that Shi Yuan would not belong to her alone, so she wanted to get Shi Yuan's promise as soon as possible. After hearing this, Yang Shiyuan suddenly realized and couldn't help but smile bitterly: I didn't expect that I was played around by a little girl today. Thinking that Ling'er seemed to have dug a hole specially for SillyHe jumped in himself, and couldn't help but grit his teeth in hatred, thinking to himself: This Ling'er looks innocent, but she's a real little devil. If I marry her, I'll have a lot to suffer in the future. Chapter 3 The day after the divorce, Shi Yuan got up very early. He was wearing a straw hat and holding a bamboo pole, sitting cross-legged by Shuiyun Lake, leisurely fishing. Shi Yuan sat upright on the shore for a while, then suddenly stretched and muttered to himself, "In ancient times, there was Jiang Taigong who fished, and those who were willing would take the bait. Now, I, Shi Yuan, fish, only for breakfast. We are both fishing, but our states of mind are worlds apart. Jiang Taigong is like the starlight and the bright moon, how can we, these humble mountain folk, possibly reach his level? However, although I am just a commoner, I am not some ignorant person." As Shi Yuan spoke, he couldn't help but think to himself, "These past few days, I have really been acting too ridiculously. What am I thinking? Could it be that my master's wife and Ling'er will both marry me?" As Shi Yuan thought of this, the image of his master's wife and Ling'er, mother and daughter, lying side by side on the bed, swaying their heads and sticking out their buttocks, floated into his mind. In an instant, the beautiful faces of the mother and daughter in Shi Yuan's mind suddenly transformed into the resolute and handsome face of a middle-aged man. Shi Yuan immediately jumped up, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "Slap, slap," two crisp slaps rang out. Shi Yuan said fiercely, "Not to mention that it is immoral for a mother and daughter to share a husband, just considering the kindness my master has shown me in raising me, how could I possibly have evil thoughts towards his wife? I am truly worse than a beast!" "Senior brother, something bad has happened! Something has happened at Shuiyun Pavilion! You must come back with me quickly!" A clear, girlish voice suddenly came from behind Shi Yuan, startling him again. He quickly turned around and saw a beautiful girl running out of the bushes behind him. She looked flustered, her crimson clothes were covered in dust, and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead, clearly indicating that she had come in a great hurry. The girl arrived at Shi Yuan's side in the blink of an eye. Without saying a word, she grabbed Shi Yuan's hand, unleashed her "Cloud and Mist Steps" technique, and dragged him swiftly towards Shuiyun Pavilion. "Junior Sister Qian, what exactly happened?" Shi Yuan asked, looking bewildered. "What happened at Shuiyun Pavilion?" Qian'er said, "I'm not really sure either. Sister Xin'er knows more. She's the one who sent me here. Come back to Shuiyun Pavilion with me quickly, and you'll find out then." The two used their lightness skills to travel for a while when Qian'er suddenly said, "I heard everything you said earlier. Who told you to speak so loudly?" Shi Yuan's body stiffened instantly, and he quickly turned his head to look directly at her. He saw Qian'er staring at him with wide, bright eyes, a half-smile on her face. Yang Shiyuan felt a surge of panic, slowing his pace. He asked urgently, "What did you hear?" Qian'er laughed but didn't answer. After a long while, Qian'er finally said, "Senior brother, you don't need to make yourself sound so pathetic." Shiyuan suddenly felt dizzy and his steps faltered: She heard it, she heard it! What should he do now? My junior sister Qian and I have always been at odds. If she finds out I'm having an affair with my master's wife, I'm doomed. Qian'er watched Shi Yuan's helpless state with great interest, a sly smile flashing across her face. She said, "Senior brother, I won't tell anyone, but... but you'll have to remember you owe me a huge favor." Shi Yuan felt a chill run down his spine: "With such a huge weakness in this witch's hands, how can I ever recover? Alas... I'm like a piece of meat on a chopping board, completely helpless." He immediately said, "Very well, then I'll thank you here." "Junior Sister Qian'er, I will always remember your kindness." A short while later, Shi Yuan and Qian'er arrived at the gate of Shuiyun Pavilion. They saw the disciples in the courtyard all looking dejected and listless, which struck them as odd. Shi Yuan entered the courtyard, grabbed his close friend, Seventh Junior Brother Haoqing, and asked, "Haoqing, what happened?" Haoqing sighed repeatedly, unable to continue. Upon hearing this, Shi Yuan was shocked. He grabbed Haoqing's shoulders and shook him violently, shouting, "What happened to Master? What happened to him? Did something happen to him outside...?" At this point, Shi Yuan dared not say another word. The other disciples in the courtyard, hearing Shi Yuan repeatedly inquire about the sect leader's situation, showed expressions of embarrassment and contempt. One even shouted, "What kind of sect leader is he? I'll never acknowledge such a master again! He's completely disgraced the Landscape Poetry School!" Hearing this, Shi Yuan was instantly enraged, roaring, "What did you say? How dare you insult our master! You're treacherous! You…you…" He was so angry he could barely speak. Shi Yuan moved his right hand to the hilt of his sword, leaning forward slightly, ready to fight the man to the death. The atmosphere in the courtyard was extremely tense; a life-or-death battle between fellow disciples was about to erupt. Just then, Xin'er rushed out of the hall, saying, "Young Master, why are you still here? Master's wife is waiting for you. Come in with me quickly. Sister Qian'er, you come too." Ignoring Shi Yuan's objections, she grabbed his slightly rough hand and led him into the hall. "Good sister, what happened?" Shi Yuan asked as they walked, his tone extremely urgent. He was still completely baffled, unable to understand what had suddenly caused the entire sect to lose its morale and change its demeanor. Xin'er was extremely surprised and said, "Young Master, how come you didn't know?" Then, she gritted her teeth and said, "Master... Master has... has resigned from his position as sect leader, left the sect, and even... divorced his wife." "Ah???" Shi Yuan was stunned and stood there motionless, making strange noises that were hard to understand. No matter how Xin'er and Qian'er called out to him, it was no use. "Sister, I was also startled. Senior Brother loves Master so much, could he... could he be scared out of his wits?" Qian'er asked softly. Xin'er quickly scolded, "Stop talking nonsense! What time is it now? Stop causing trouble!" Just then, a loud shout of "Ah!" rang out. Shi Yuan, seemingly possessed, dashed towards Wan Rou's residence. His expression was extremely complex: disbelief, frustration, disappointment, and even a hint of excitement. Shi Yuan pushed open Wan Rou's door and immediately saw her sitting upright on the mahogany bed, looking somewhat listless, her eyes slightly red and swollen, clearly having cried. Shi Yuan glanced around. Inside the mahogany bed, a petite and delicate woman lay, seemingly his junior sister Meng Ling. Not far from the door stood a handsome man in flowing white robes, wearing a jade hairpin—his senior brother Xu Jianqing. Shi Yuan was at a loss for words and just stood there awkwardly. Wan Rou, seeing Shi Yuan return, visibly relaxed, her mood less heavy, but her eyes were even more red and swollen, and her once calm face was now filled with grievance. She took a deep breath and said, "Shi Yuan, you're back. It's good you're back. Here's a letter your master wrote home. You… take it and read it yourself." "To all disciples of the Ziyu Sect: I have been fortunate enough to assume the position of sect leader for thirteen years." "However, my wisdom and learning are shallow, and I am now exhausted in body and mind, my mind in disarray. Therefore, I request to take my leave." He then wrote to his wife, Wanrou: "You and I have been bound by marriage for sixteen years, like inseparable lovers. However, the lack of children is a common occurrence throughout history. As I write this letter, I am still reminded of our past affection, my heart is heavy, and tears stream down my face. Written on the eleventh of October." After reading the letter, Shiyuan handed it to Xin'er and Qian'er, who had rushed into the room. Then, he suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on Wanrou, his eyes filled with concern. Wanrou and Shiyuan looked at each other for a moment, but ultimately, unable to resist his nakedly loving gaze, she turned her head away, her cheeks flushing red. For a moment, the room fell silent. No one seemed to have anything to say or know how to start a conversation, making the already heavy atmosphere even more oppressive. After a short while, Wanrou gently turned her fair neck, facing the crowd. Her pretty face remained unchanged, but her expression was completely unreadable. She solemnly said, "Everyone knows about this now, right? As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and similarly, the position of sect leader cannot be vacant. Since your master has abandoned us and no longer serves as sect leader, our Landscape Poetry Sect should also establish a new sect leader. The Landscape Poetry Sect must not be ridiculed by the martial arts world again. I hereby announce, as the only eighth-generation disciple in the sect: Yang Shiyuan..." "Wait," Xu Jianqing, who was standing to the side, quickly interjected, "Master's wife, I think something seems amiss." "Oh?" Wanrou was startled and looked at Jianqing urgently, but saw that he had his head lowered so low that she could not see his expression. Wan Rou asked, "What are your thoughts, Jianqing?" Xu Jianqing raised his head, his face calm. He slowly said, "This matter should be considered carefully. Although this letter is in my master's handwriting, it is written so simply and unclearly. Moreover, we don't know where my master is now, or what important matters he has that require him to stay away for so long. I think it's highly likely that my master was forced to write this letter while being held hostage." Jianqing paused, looked around at everyone, and saw that they all had different expressions and seemed to be deep in thought. He secretly thought to himself... He chuckled and continued, "In that case, our sect will surely be disgraced in the martial world, and the Mountain and Water Poetry Sect will collapse without a fight. Although Master's martial arts are high, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Master is alone, and there's a possibility he might be captured. I think the most urgent thing is to find Master as soon as possible, find out the reason, and confirm that Master truly intends to resign from the position of sect leader. Then it won't be too late to make plans." Ling'er had already woken up by this time. She sat on the edge of the bed, tears still on her small face, and her voice was hoarse."Brother Qing, is what you said true?" Ling'er asked. Xu Jianqing looked at Ling'er gently and said, "Yes, brother has never lied to you." Ling'er seemed to regain her energy all at once. She said excitedly, "I knew it! How could Father not want us? Brother Qing is the smartest." In the blink of an eye, she lowered her head again: "But if Father gets caught by bad people, he will be in big trouble." She leaned her head against Wanrou's chest and said, "Mother, what did Father go to do? Mother, you must know, Mother, you must know. Tell us quickly." Wanrou looked at Ling'er with affection, raised her right hand, and gently stroked Ling'er's little face twice. Then, she raised her head and saw that everyone had curious expressions on their faces. She couldn't help but glance at Jianqing again. Wanrou lowered her head and thought for a while, then sighed and said, "Actually, your master has been traveling around all these years to find the sect's secret treasure—Shuiyunjian." "What, Mother? Isn't Shuiyunjian the name of our mansion? What kind of secret treasure is that?" Ling'er popped her little head out of Wanrou's arms, her eyes wide open, her brows furrowed, and asked in confusion. Wanrou glared at Ling'er and said in a slightly harsher tone, "Little girl, don't interrupt. Let me finish." Then, she couldn't help but explain to Ling'er, "The name of this mansion is actually taken from that secret treasure." After explaining, Wanrou looked around at everyone and said, "Shuiyunjian, that was left by your ancestor, Meng Zhaoyan. To this day, very few people in the martial arts world know about it, and even among those who do, not many can explain it clearly." "What exactly is it? Is it a weapon, armor, lightness skill, swordsmanship, or internal energy cultivation method?" Wanrou sighed as she spoke, seeing Ling'er's little mouth pouting. She pulled Ling'er back into her arms and said softly, "Ling'er, when will you understand things a little?" Wanrou smiled helplessly at everyone and continued, "Actually, even we disciples of the Landscape Poetry School don't know much." Wanrou suddenly paused, carefully observing everyone. With a slow, deliberate expression, she continued, "The 'Water and Clouds' is actually an internal energy cultivation method. Back then, your Grandmaster Meng was exceptionally talented and received guidance from the Master Sanfeng, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts. According to the sect's records, this internal energy cultivation method he created in his later years absolutely surpasses Shaolin's 'Yi Jin Jing'." Wanrou continued, "Your Grandmaster Meng feared that this miraculous cultivation method, which could steal the creation of heaven and earth, would fall into the hands of unscrupulous people." "I deliberately hid this martial arts manual in a secluded place, hoping that one day a destined person would obtain it and master this divine skill." Wanrou was speaking at the most exciting part when she suddenly stopped. She looked deeply at Shiyuan in front of her and said, "Actually, this matter is also related to the extermination of the Yang family." Upon hearing this, Shiyuan immediately tensed up. He looked at Xin'er beside him and saw that she was also tense and trembling. Shiyuan quickly reached out his slightly damp hand and grabbed Xin'er, only to find that what he touched was extremely wet and slippery. It turned out that Xin'er was in a very bad state, her hands covered in fragrant sweat, making her already exceptionally delicate and tender hands even more smooth. Wanrou's pupils contracted slightly, then quickly returned to normal. She continued, "Back then, Master Meng drew a map about 'Shuiyun Jian' and entrusted it to Shiyuan's ancestor for safekeeping. Twelve years ago, it seems a mysterious organization in the martial arts world learned of this. In order to seize 'Shuiyun Jian,' they finally... finally... Alas, Shiyuan, Xin'er, it's just that we arrived too late. We only managed to save the two of you. It's truly a regret." Wanrou paused. She stepped down, glanced at Shi Yuan's face, her body trembled slightly, and changed the subject, saying, "I also found it strange at first. This matter was originally very confidential, and could only be known by the sect leader and the head of the Yang family. Logically speaking, it should not have been leaked at all. I only heard about it from your master after the Yang family was wiped out." When Wanrou talked about Meng Zheng, there was still a faint bitterness in her voice. She seemed to have not yet recovered from the blow of the letter of divorce. The room fell silent again, but after a short while, Yang Shiyuan couldn't help but ask, "Master's wife, do you know what kind of sect that mysterious organization is in the martial arts world?" Wanrou replied, "I don't know either. Two years ago, there was a rumor that a secret manual's map had appeared near Taihu Lake, and people in the martial arts world flocked to it. Shiyuan, Xin'er, you know that the Yang family's old residence is in Suzhou Prefecture, so your master speculated that it was very likely the map for 'Shuiyun Jian'." Wanrou suddenly became saddened and said, "Alas... I never thought he would be gone for two years, I never thought he would actually... Alas..." Seeing this, Shiyuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly... She comforted Ling'er, saying, "Master's wife, don't be too sad. Everything is still unresolved. I believe Master will never abandon our Landscape Poetry School." Wanrou tightened her embrace around Ling'er's jade-like arm and added, "Master's wife is alright now, thank you." Xu Jianqing interjected, "Master's wife, the most urgent thing now is to find Master. Master's wife is now the acting head of the Water Cloud Sect, and many matters in the sect require her personal attention. Naturally, she can't be in two places at once. Perhaps, perhaps I should go in Master's wife's place?" Wanrou glanced at Jianqing, pondering: Jianqing has never volunteered before, why is he so proactive this time? Suddenly, a thought flashed through Wanrou's mind, and she was secretly alarmed: Could it be that he's doing this for the sake of "Water Cloud Pavilion"...? Wanrou grew increasingly alarmed, cold sweat beading on her back. She quickly said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am, after all, your master's wife. I should go. You all stay here, I'll go alone. The affairs of the sect will depend on you." Shiyuan suddenly stood up and said, "How can we be at ease letting our master's wife travel alone? Besides, this matter concerns the blood feud between Xin'er and me." "Shi Yuan paused here, glanced at Xin'er, and his tone became unusually persistent. He said, "Let Xin'er and I go with you. Senior Brother is watching over Shuiyun Pavilion, so nothing will happen." Wan Rou stood up abruptly and scolded, "Nonsense! How can Jian Qing be alone... how can he be enough?! You, you..." Suddenly, she saw Shi Yuan's sharp gaze and resolute expression, and her heart trembled. She couldn't continue speaking. The two looked at each other for a while, and finally, Wanrou softened and said, "Fine, you can come with me." "Mother, I want to go too, I want to go too, Mother." "Master's wife, Xin'er wants to go too." The two spoke almost at the same time, but Ling'er's words revealed a bit of coquettishness, while Xin'er's words contained a bit of pleading. "My mind is made up, there's no need for further discussion," Wanrou's voice was not loud, but unusually firm: "Go back." Wanrou ignored Ling'er's unreasonable pestering and said to Xin'er, who had already stepped out of the gate, "Xin'er, you stay here, I have something to say." She turned to Ling'er and said softly, "Ling'er, you go out too, I have something important to tell Xin'er." "Hmph~" Ling'er snorted heavily and ran out. After Ling'er had disappeared from sight, Wanrou forced a smile and said, "After what happened, she...sigh...she still hasn't grown up." Xin'er comforted her, "Little sister Ling'er is still young, she'll understand when she's older." Wanrou said, "I hope so." After saying that, Wanrou suddenly stopped talking. After a while, she said, "Xin'er, you must be very unhappy that you can't go to Taihu Lake with us this time. Perhaps...perhaps you still resent your master's wife." Xin'er quickly bowed and said, "Xin'er wouldn't dare." Wanrou beckoned Xin'er to sit beside her and said softly, "Xin'er, Although your mother was just a maid in the Yang household, she and I had a sisterly relationship. I've watched you grow up since you were little, so I should be considered half a relative of yours. Xin'er, you're introverted and don't usually express your opinions. But don't hold back in front of me, just say whatever you're thinking." Xin'er thought for a while, then couldn't help but say, "Master's wife, I... I really want to go. My parents... they all... I want... I want to investigate those murderers myself. And, Young Master... Young Master has never left me." Xin'er's voice choked up as she spoke, and her eyes reddened. Wanrou hugged Xin'er tightly, gently wiping away Xin'er's tears with her slender fingers, and sighed, "Xin'er, there's no other way. This decision was made out of necessity. It's not that your master doesn't want you to go, it's just..." Wanrou paused, glanced out the window, then looked at Xin'er mysteriously, and whispered, "Xin'er, you must keep a close eye on someone. When Shiyuan and I aren't around, you must keep a close watch on him." Xin'er vaguely sensed the importance of this matter and couldn't help but look up and ask, "Master, who is it?" Wanrou lowered her voice and said, "Xu Jianqing." Xin'er exclaimed "Ah!" and then quickly covered her mouth, looking at Wanrou in surprise, and whispered, "Senior Brother? How could it be..." "Him?" "Jianqing is an exceptionally talented and intelligent boy. Among your generation, only Shiyuan is slightly better than him." Wanrou's face showed a mixture of love and pity as she spoke of Shiyuan. "Your young master isn't as mature as Jianqing." Wanrou lowered her voice further and said, "Your master believes Jianqing is extremely ambitious and warned me to be wary of him." "Sigh..." Wanrou sighed and continued, "I didn't really believe it at first. I used to think he was the most suitable person to take over as sect leader. But... sigh... I'm afraid, I'm afraid the Mountain and Water Poetry School will be destroyed in his hands." Wanrou took a deep breath and continued, "This time, I specifically revealed the secret of Shuiyun Pavilion to everyone."Actually, I just wanted to test his reaction. Sigh... He... He really disappointed me. Xin'er's expression shifted several times in a short period of time, from surprise to disbelief to contempt. Wanrou quietly looked at Xin'er, and after her expression calmed down, she instructed, "After we leave, you must keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble at Shuiyun Pavilion." Wanrou paused, her tone suddenly becoming more serious than ever before: "The Landscape Poetry School will be temporarily entrusted to you." ******************************************************************************************** Many readers don't understand why Wanrou was divorced. Meng Zheng's family letter actually stated: "A woman who has no son should be divorced." This is one of the seven grounds for divorce in ancient China, meaning that a woman who has not given birth to a son should be divorced. ********** ... A girl in purple appeared before them. Upon seeing Yang Shiyuan, she immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest and whining, "Mother is the worst! She doesn't let me know anything, she doesn't let me do anything! It's driving me crazy!" Shiyuan panicked and quickly carried Ling'er into the room, closing the door behind him. He gently scolded, "Ling'er, how could you be so bold? If your master's wife sees us like this, we're doomed." Ling'er replied, "What's there to be a

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