[Classical] The Green-Haired Man Roams the World

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Two summers ago, at my uncle's house in Luoyang, I met Master Ming and his disciples. There were three strikingly beautiful girls, but only one of them had a cold expression. I exchanged some combat experience and insights into internal energy cultivation techniques with them. That girl was also distracted, barely glancing at me.
Her eyes were very bright, with large, dark pupils like bottomless, icy pools. She was tall and slender, with a rounded bottom. Her thin shoulders, slender waist, and shapely, long legs gave her a powerful presence. I especially loved her feet; her plain white socks had delicate gold trim, highlighting her graceful ankles. I longed to grasp them, slowly remove the socks, and savor her ten soft, jade-like toes as I pleased.
But she remained largely indifferent. I could only exchange names and nicknames with the other two girls; one was called Ding Xia, and the other Su Li. Seeing my eyes constantly glancing at her, Ding Xia told me that the aloof girl was named Zhu Lin.
My mother and uncle entrusted me to Master Ming, so that I could start participating in the social activities of the younger generation of martial arts practitioners.
After my mother and uncle left, I bowed to Master Ming as a disciple. This was my twenty-seventh direct or indirect master. I had seen all sorts of masters and treated them with all sorts of attitudes.
Besides, I didn't want to reveal my strength too early; the earlier one became famous, the earlier one would die, so I started to play dumb.
Zhu Lin still couldn't be bothered to pay attention to me. I treated her with even more respect. She became even more indifferent to me. I became even more respectful to her.
On one hand, I hated girls who were so cold and indifferent to me, but on the other hand, I really wanted to get her attention. In this conflicted state of mind, I spied on Zhu Lin, who went out alone, for three consecutive nights, and saw her spying on her master, Master Ming, and his wife having sex.
I felt that her martial arts skills were more than one level higher than Ding Xia's and another junior sister, Su Li; she had basically received her master's true teachings. Her master also treated her differently from other female disciples, showing some very special feelings. Once, I even saw her master giving Zhu Lin a full-body massage after she finished practicing swordsmanship.
Zhu Lin was lying in her bedroom, the red curtains hanging low.
Master Ming was inside the curtains, calming her somewhat disordered internal energy. He asked me to pass her a towel and fragrant tea from outside the curtains.
Master Ming was a decent person. He touched Zhu Lin from head to toe, but didn't touch her inappropriately.
I saw Zhu Lin's face was flushed, and her eyes were closed. I thought that if her master made any improper requests, she would definitely agree.
Sometimes, when Master Ming's hands passed over Zhu Lin's high, pointed breasts as she lay flat on the bed in her thin gray clothes, I saw that Zhu Lin's breathing seemed to stop when his fingers hovered above her nipples for a moment.
Those wicked hands eventually reached my most desired small feet. Zhu Lin happily took off her socks, letting her master directly tickle her white soles and toes, claiming that he was restoring some displaced acupoints on her feet.
Her soles were fleshy, exuding a strange scent.
I saw Zhu Lin seemingly leaning against Master Ming's chest.
Master Ming must really want to have sex with her. Wanting to have sex but not being able to must be incredibly painful. My heart ached terribly, yet I also secretly felt a surge of pleasure! Go ahead and have sex with her until she cries for her parents! You're probably afraid of what the world will say about you behind your back!
Sometimes, Master Ming would leave her early, returning to his wife. I silently prepared the tea, while Zhu Lin lay on the bed, lost
in thought. "Senior sister, try to think more positively," I suddenly blurted out one day.
Zhu Lin stared at me for a long time, then turned her face away. Actually, she was about my age.
A year later, I finally married Zhu Lin and also got involved with Master Ming's other two disciples, Ding Xia and Su Li.
Zhu Lin changed her attitude towards me mainly after that incident where several major sects surrounded and annihilated the demonic cultivators—"Human flesh?" In my actions, my martial arts skills weren't considered high among the younger generation. Although I had a father who was known as a martial arts saint, he died young and didn't pass on any martial arts manuals to me. It was thanks to my mother, Meng Qian, who invited her senior brother, Master Yinguo from the Southern Shaolin Temple, to be my mentor.
My mother always said, "Only by giving up what you cherish most can you obtain what is hardest to obtain."
She hoped I could become a new generation of martial arts saint, like my father.
Every morning, I would go to my mother's bedroom door, light three incense sticks, and wait for her senior brother, my master, to come out of her room.
My master wasn't a monk. He had many friends in the martial arts world and was willing to share the best things with them, including things that didn't belong to him, like my mother.
My mother constantly passed on the secret techniques she had stolen from various schools to me.
Late on my eighteenth birthday, I combined all the martial arts I had learned into one, creating my own style, which I called... The Heart-Enduring Technique. I've already reached the fifth level. The blind man Mao from Luoyang, who loves creating rankings, places my skill ninth in the martial arts world. If I reach the ninth level, I can continue my father's dying wish and become the next Martial Saint.
Now, let's talk about that operation. I had just turned nineteen, and my uncle deliberately had me participate in some martial arts group operations. I was grouped with Zhu Lin and other junior martial artists. Our main responsibility was to block the path down the west side of Xiong Gong Ridge. If the "human flesh" appeared there, we would hold him off and then notify the seniors to handle the situation.
No one knew that my martial arts were already comparable to those of masters like Master Ming.
I knew Zhu Lin was a person with worries, and someone who didn't know how to resolve them.
I was crouching on a branch of a large tree. She boasted of her excellent lightness skill, perched on the treetop like an owl swaying in the wind. I could see her looking up; she wore a light green dress. He tightly wrapped his arms around her bent knees, leaving no room for any accidental exposure.
She saw me looking up at her, then lowered her head and stared at me thoughtfully for a moment, before suddenly winking at me. Then, a beautiful smile curved her lips.
She looked at me sweetly and gently, with a hint of sadness and tenderness. Although she rarely spoke to me, she would occasionally look at me unexpectedly and smile, captivating me completely. I stared straight at her, then lost my footing and fell from the tree.
Some of the other young people laughed, some sighed, and some remained silent. Everyone knew I was a posthumous child, possessing only superficial martial arts skills.
Just then, the "Human Flesh" escaped from the mountain, wounded. A knife was still stuck in his shoulder, and he moved with the speed of the wind.
When he reached us, only Zhu Lin let out a shriek. Before she could scream, five righteous disciples had already fallen into pools of blood.
After she screamed, she collapsed again... The next two disciples, including Ding Xia, suffered severe chest injuries.
Human flesh? The man brandishing his knife charged at her; I pulled out a butcher's knife and held it in front of him.
Amidst his maniacal laughter, he struck me with his palm. His palm was his weapon.
With Zhu Lin's scream, I fell to the ground.
He couldn't break through the protective aura of my Heart-Enduring Technique; his martial arts were far inferior to mine, a mere empty reputation. A mere empty reputation, yet he still slept with other men's wives and daughters in the martial world—wasn't he courting death? And he chose to court death by targeting me; wasn't he destined to become my tool?
I lay on the ground, watching him knock Zhu Lin down, then hoist that incredibly beautiful body onto his shoulder and continue his escape.
I followed him. My mind grew increasingly strange; even his lightness skill was so poor. Were those senior masters on the mountain actually unworthy of their reputations?
I could only be certain that my martial arts had greatly improved.
His lair was halfway up a very steep mountain, in a very secluded cave.
He placed Zhu Lin on the bed and began bandaging her wounds. I flew behind a large rock in the cave. In my "Heart-Enduring Technique," lightness skill is paramount. At any time, escaping is more important than taking a life.
Then I saw him take some medicine from a bottle and give it to Zhu Lin. Zhu Lin lay limply on a wooden bed, surrounded by filthy bedding and clothes. Her eyes were wide open, tiny tears welling in the corners. I knew she could speak, but she didn't utter a single cry for help, not a single word. She
just stared at that lecherous thief called "Human Flesh." "
I want to know your real name. I don't want to lose my virginity to someone whose name I don't even know." Hearing this remarkably calm statement, both the lecherous thief and I were slightly taken aback. This girl was no ordinary person. "
Li San Gou is my real name. When I was traveling the world, I used the name Li Yuqing." Zhu Lin suddenly chuckled, then blushed. She lowered her head and said with utmost gentleness, "I'll call you Li Yuqing. You're a very interesting person." "You can call me Yuqing, okay?" He looked directly at Zhu Lin. The
Li Yuqing nicknamed "Human Flesh" revealed a very youthful and genuine side.
Zhu Lin blushed, shook her head, and after a while asked, "Did you give me an aphrodisiac?" Li Yuqing nodded.
I don't want to lose my virginity while I'm not fully conscious. You gave me the antidote, but I... I'll give it to you.
Li Yuqing paused for a moment, then nodded blankly, then shook his head: "This aphrodisiac won't make you lose consciousness, it will only make some parts of you more sensitive, your little hole will be especially..." "You pervert!" Zhu Lin's curse trembled slightly at the end, her thighs instinctively clamping together, yet she still gave him a flirtatious wink.
A mixture of desperate pain and strange memories rose within me. Zhu Lin reminded me of my mother, although they bore no resemblance whatsoever.
I had planned to play the hero and save the beauty, and I hadn't anticipated this outcome at all. It wasn't
until Zhu Lin proactively unhooked her bra, partially revealing her fair, jade-like breasts and two tender, red nipples, and slowly lay flat against him, that I realized I couldn't bear to watch any longer.

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