[Classical] The Erotic History of Wushan, Volume One

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Chapter One: A handsome young man seeking spring encounters a woman
infatuated with a Taoist priest who offers him a false gift of elixir. The husband, a chivalrous spirit, is given a gift of chivalry. He is willing to indulge in fleeting pleasures, indulging in the pleasures of love, his sword sweeping away

the demons of passion, letting the scholar laugh at his pedantry. He scoffs at Sima Xiangru's playful teasing and Song Yu's stolen poems on colorful paper, for these are indeed tender feelings of women, not those of heroes.

It is said that the Song dynasty was declining, and the Daoist emperor abdicated in favor of the crown prince, who became Emperor Qinzong. With treacherous officials not yet eliminated and the Northern Jin frequently invading, the world was in turmoil. In Changzhou County, Suzhou Prefecture, Jiangnan, there lived a young scholar named Li Fang, courtesy name Yuelan. He was handsome, charming, and exceptionally talented, residing in Wuqufang, a neighborhood in the city. Due to his ancestors' merits, the emperor bestowed upon him imperial favor, appointing him as the pacification commissioner of Lingnan. At this time, his father had passed away and was already buried in his tomb. His mother, though buried, had not yet been laid to rest, and he awaited an auspicious day for the memorial service and funeral. At the age of twenty-nine, he was still unmarried and determined to find a talented and affectionate woman to accompany him for life. His literary talent rivaled that of Zhang and Xie, his martial prowess surpassed that of Sun Tzu and Wu Qi.

He spent his days at home drinking and composing poetry, seemingly lost in reverie, his soul soaring with excitement. He would prepare

his horse with his page and head out to the countryside for a hunt, seeking a moment of joy. It was mid-spring, the second month of the lunar calendar, and all the flowers were in bloom, peach blossoms red and willows green, a sight to behold. Bees flitted about, carrying fragrance, while butterflies danced in pairs. Young Master Li, on horseback, looked east and west. He saw a manor to the south, with several willows, their verdant branches reaching towards the sky, their gnarled trunks casting deep shadows. He slowly rode forward, and soon arrived at the manor gate. He dismounted, tied his horse to a withered willow tree, had his page watch it, and walked alone across a small bridge to the gate. Peeking inside, he saw an extraordinary scene: carved railings and winding balustrades, surrounded by rocks, flowers and grasses—a veritable paradise, filling him with astonishment and envy. Thinking to himself, "Such a beautiful place must be the residence of a scholar or recluse. My visit here, Li Yuelan, has not been in vain. It's a pity that the low walls block my view and the garden gate is tightly closed, preventing me from venturing in and enjoying it for even a short while." Just as he hesitated, a bee suddenly flew towards him. He dodged to the gate, only to find it ajar. With a creak, he almost tripped over the door, which was already half-open. He exclaimed, "How shameful! I was just worried about where to go in. If I had known the gate was open, I could have enjoyed it for quite some time." He straightened his clothes, took out a fan with a famous poem from his sleeve, and slowly made his way forward. Swaying and swaying, he freely strolled around, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Turning past the artificial rockery, he saw an exquisite pavilion, neatly furnished, with incense tables, stools, and all sorts of utensils and writing implements arranged inside. Young Master Li lingered and gazed at it, feeling refreshed and delighted, but it was quiet and deserted.

After strolling around the pavilion for a while, feeling inspired, I sat down. I dipped my brush in the frost-covered ink and rose again to inscribe a poem on the wall, praising the garden's scenery: "A small railing overlooks the stream, a sparse window opens beside bamboo; dense shade leans against slender willows, clear shadows fall on tall locust trees.

Spring colors blend with secluded grasses, ancient moss adorns the rolling peaks; not a speck of dust can fly here, birdsong frequently arrives."

Having finished inscribing, I put down my brush, turned back to recite the poem, feeling quite pleased with myself. After finishing, I looked around again, and noticed a corner of paper peeking out from a crack in a pillar. Reaching out, I took it out, unfolded it, and saw a poem in tiny, fine characters: "The oriole sings, a young woman asks about spring's sorrow, how many times has spring been kept, yet spring does not stay; yesterday, the sky was filled with falling catkins, from now on, the woman is too lazy to climb the tower."

After reading it, he was overjoyed and exclaimed, "This is a work from a young lady's quarters, yet it possesses such talent! I wonder what kind of family she comes from? Is she beautiful? If I, Li Fang, could marry such a girl, my life would not have been in vain." As he pondered, he heard the tinkling of jade pendants and smelled the fragrance of orchids and musk, like the warbling of orioles in a tall forest. A soft voice said, "Miss, let's go up to the pavilion and play for a while. After putting away our writing implements, let's go to Qichun Tower and see if the peonies have bloomed yet." As they approached, Young Master Li wanted to go forward to greet them, but fearing they would avoid him, he stepped aside and stood by the Taihu rock, fortunately with the flowers providing cover. He saw the two women, mistress and maid, walking hand in hand. The young lady had a face like a lotus flower, a waist like a willow, eyebrows like distant spring mountains, and eyes like brimming autumn water. Her golden lotus feet were narrow, her jade shoots slender, her figure graceful and charming. Even the maid was exceptionally beautiful, with a face as lovely as a flower. But she was radiant and lustrous, her beauty dazzling. Not to mention anything else, her bound feet, like jade shoots, were comparable to the young lady's. She was about fifteen or sixteen, just reaching puberty. Her figure was light and graceful, her posture unparalleled, truly a beauty.

Young Master Li was mesmerized, and exclaimed, "Beautiful! So stunningly beautiful, even the most beautiful woman in the world couldn't compare!" The young lady, hand in hand with her maid, was walking slowly towards the pavilion when she suddenly heard the praise. Startled, she turned around and saw a young scholar standing quietly beneath the flowers. His face was like powdered jade, his lips like painted vermilion, his demeanor elegant and refined, his appearance exceptional. She was already captivated. Unable to advance, unable to retreat, she quickly covered herself with her fan and withdrew to her maid's side.

The maid was about to lash out when she saw that he was a scholar. She said, "Young master, where do you come from? How dare you trespass into the garden without permission and peep at my young lady? What are your intentions? Get out of here now and don't cause any trouble!" Li Gong stepped forward and bowed deeply, replying, "I am from this prefecture. My late father was once appointed as a commander and later posthumously granted the title of Privy Councilor. My mother, Lady Wen, was also granted the title of First-Rank Lady. She passed away three years ago and raised me alone. I have no siblings. My name is Li Fang, courtesy name Yuelan. I am eighteen years old and unmarried. Because I love the bright spring sunshine, I went hunting in the countryside. I unknowingly passed by your esteemed garden and stumbled into a paradise, where I met two fairies. I am extremely fortunate. May I ask your names?" The maid laughed, "So you're a young master, my apologies. But what's the point of all this rambling if I'm not going to compete with you or act as your matchmaker? Hurry up and get out! We need to close the garden gate." The young lady, seeing the maid's sharp rebuke, whispered, "Xiao Juan! Since he asked your name, you can just tell me." Seeing the young lady's leniency, the maid smiled and said, "My family name is Luo, and my husband's given name is Zhong. He's from Yangzhou. He was once appointed as the supervisor of Jiangning Road. He only has one daughter, named Cuiyun. Since his wife passed away when he was young, my husband has been teaching her literature and has been here with him. He's been at Qiaohe West Estate for two years now. Today, he went to Yangzhou to visit his nephew and hasn't returned yet." Hearing that no one was home, the young master Li was secretly pleased and was about to sow discord when a servant boy led in a horse, calling out, "Sir! It's getting late, we might not make it into the city quickly, hurry up and go!"

The young lady saw someone enter. After giving Young Master Li a careful look, she and Xiao Juan quickly turned and went inside. Young Master Li watched him, adorned in his finery, his embroidered ribbons fluttering, slowly walk away, unable to stop him. He could only stand there dumbfounded, almost bursting into tears. Lost in thought,

An Tong stepped forward and called out, "Sir! Go on." Young Master Li, having nowhere to vent his anger, cursed An Tong a few times and strode out of the garden gate. Before turning back, he glanced inside again, then mounted his saddle, whipped his horse, and rode off. An Tong followed closely behind.

After traveling about four or five li, suddenly a snow-white rabbit darted past in front of the horse. Young Master Li took the bow and arrow from An Tong's hand, secretly praying, "If I, Li Fang, am destined to marry Luo Cuiyun, may this arrow strike the rabbit." He divined this omen. In the blink of an eye, he bent the bow with his left hand, nocked the arrow with his right, and shouted, "Hit!" With a whoosh, the arrow struck the rabbit's left leg perfectly. The rabbit, wounded, darted northwards along a treacherous path.

Young Master Li spurred his horse, whipping it to give chase. The rabbit, seeing its pursuer, chased after him, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, for about two miles. As dusk approached, growing increasingly anxious, a sudden gust of wind arose, and in an instant, the rabbit vanished. The young master, startled and bewildered, looked back at An Tong, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as he was becoming anxious, an elderly Taoist priest appeared, wearing a seven-star turban, a pale yellow robe, straw sandals, carrying a whisk, a gourd on his back, and a hemp sash around his waist. He chanted lyrics as he walked, exuding an otherworldly air. Approaching the horse, seeing Young Master Li lost in thought, the priest smiled and bowed, saying, "Young master, what troubles you? May I ask?" Young Master Li immediately dismounted. He bowed deeply and said, "I am Li Fang. I went astray while hunting rabbits and beg the Immortal Master for guidance." The Taoist laughed heartily and said, "I know your heart's troubles, young master. It is a matter of fate, a chance encounter bestowed by Heaven. You will have many extraordinary encounters from now on. I have a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir for you to drink to strengthen your body and prevent damage to your vital energy." He took a gourd from his back, opened the lid, and poured out a pill, saying, "There are also three brocade pouches. Open them in times of trouble; they will have wonderful uses. After you have achieved success and fame, I will come to visit you." Young Master Li bowed and asked, "Immortal Master, where do you leave your mark? Please tell me your name so that I may offer my respects from time to time and repay your kindness." The Taoist said, "If you ask where I live, it is not on the willow bank in the evening breeze and waning moon, but rather by the small bridge in the apricot grove and peach blossom stream. My secular surname is Cheng, and I am known in the Jianghu as Guangyangchun." After speaking, he transformed into a gust of wind and disappeared in an instant.

The young master was surprised and hesitated for a long time before An Tong came running up, sweating profusely and panting. He called out, "Sir, slow down! Keep going straight, don't stop!" Seeing his haste, the young master called out, "An Tong! I'm here!" The boy turned around and saw his master standing there, about to mount his horse. He immediately went over, shouting, "Where's the rabbit you were shooting, sir?" The young master then told him about his encounter with the Taoist priest. The boy was overjoyed. He took the bow and laughed, "But we've both lost a feathered arrow." Master and servant then slowly turned out of the pond and rode eastward. The sky was clear, and the waning moon hung in the trees as they rode home.

What will happen next? Let's find out in the next chapter.

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