My mother is the charming Huang Rong 3

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Just as the giant dog Bao Cai was swept aside by the sword energy, the scarred Taoist's eyes flashed, and he immediately sheathed his sword, exclaiming in surprise, "Are you perhaps the 'Dragon and Tiger Sword' Zhang Hui, the great hero?"

Zhang Hui's face darkened, and he sheathed his sword, coldly sneering, "I didn't expect you, this stinking Taoist, to have some discernment. I am Zhang Hui, what do you intend to do?"

The two Taoists exchanged glances, hurriedly summoned back their giant dog, and clasped their fists at Zhang Hui. The scarred Taoist said respectfully, "My master has always said that a master swordsman lives in seclusion in the valley near this Chaotic Grass Mountain, the once-renowned 'Dragon and Tiger Sword' Zhang Hui. My master has long admired Zhang Hui, but unfortunately, he has never had the chance to befriend him. Today, my brother and I unexpectedly meet Zhang Hui here; it is truly fate!"

Zhang Hui thought to himself, "This flattery is really unpleasant. Although I knew a few sword techniques back then, I was often beaten and forced to flee. When have I ever been 'renowned' in the martial world?" However, dealing with you bunch of stinking Taoist priests who only know how to act tough by leading dogs is more than enough.

He smiled slightly, tossed his longsword back to the scarred Taoist, took a sip of wine, and said, "Your master is too kind. I've been retired from the martial world for many years; I'm just a country bumpkin. How could I dare to presume to be

worthy of your master? Who exactly is this lama you're chasing?" The scarred Taoist sneered, "That lama is called Mocha, from Tibet. Lama Mocha was originally my master's chess partner, and my master treated him well. However, last night, while my master was drunk, he stole the 'Blazing Sun Pill' that my master had refined, and was caught by my master..." "I discovered that after the fight, he was injured by my master's Xuanfeng Palm and fled. My master was also hit by his Tantric Fist and stayed in the temple to recuperate. Now the brothers of Black Cloud Temple are hunting him down everywhere, determined to find this stinking lama and tear him to pieces!"

Zhang Hui was moved upon hearing this and asked, "Oh? I wonder what kind of treasure that 'Blazing Sun Pill' is that aroused the lama's covetousness?"

Just as the scarred Taoist was about to answer, the giant dog suddenly roared and darted like an arrow behind a rock.

The two Taoists' eyes lit up and they exclaimed in surprise, "There's movement over there!" They rushed over together.

Zhang Hui also went over curiously and saw that the giant dog, which had just pounced behind the rock, let out a roar, was thrown back by a strong force, rolled several times on the ground, got up, and made to pounce on the rock, but was stopped by the scarred Taoist. Another Taoist priest sneered at the figure behind the rock, "Master Mocha, there's no need to hide anymore, just come out obediently!"

A fat lama with tattered and dirty clothes slowly stood up from the tall grass behind the rock. His face was sinister. He put his hands together and sighed, "Do you two Taoist masters really not want to let this poor monk go? I have two gold beads here, worth several thousand taels of silver. How about you two take them?"

As he spoke, he took out two beads the size of longan from his pocket. They were indeed golden and dazzling. One of the Taoist priests was tempted, but the scarred Taoist sneered, "My master's 'Blazing Sun Pill' is priceless. You, you stinking lama, think you can bribe me with these two broken beads? You're dreaming! Mocha, you'd better hand over the 'Blazing Sun Pill' obediently, then come back with us to apologize. My master might even grant you a whole corpse!" Upon hearing this,

Mocha Lama's face turned angry, and he shouted, "You two little Taoists are truly ungrateful! I'm not making things difficult for you, and I've even given you gold and treasures, yet you still won't let this poor monk go. Fine, come at me then! This poor monk will at most perish with you!"

The scarred Taoist sneered, "Who are you trying to scare, you stinking lama?" With that, he and another Taoist leaped forward, their swords whistling, instantly blocking Mocha Lama's retreat.

Mocha Lama stuffed the gold beads back into his robes, dodging the swords while brandishing his fists, the force of his punches surprisingly powerful.

Zhang Hui stood at a distance, observing. He saw that the two Taoists' swordsmanship was mediocre, while the Mocha Lama's martial arts were clearly superior, though he was staggering and his face showed signs of pain, indicating he had suffered serious internal injuries. Zhang Hui wondered which side he should help. Suddenly, he remembered that one of his close brothers had died at the hands of the Black Cloud Temple Master, and anger welled up inside him. Seeing that the Mocha Lama was gradually losing ground against the two Taoists' attacks, he quietly slipped forward, appearing behind them. Suddenly, he swiftly pointed his fingers, striking the two Taoists' pressure points, causing them to collapse to the ground. The giant dog Bao Cai pounced forward, but Zhang Hui kicked a pebble from the ground, hitting it in the chin, and Bao Cai also collapsed to the ground, unconscious from the pain.

Mocha Lama had already seen Zhang Hui and learned that he was the "Dragon and Tiger Sword" who had shocked Jiangnan twenty years ago. Seeing the Taoist priests from Black Cloud Temple trying to ingratiate themselves with him, he was initially wary. Unexpectedly, Zhang Hui had come to his aid, and Mocha Lama couldn't fathom Zhang Hui's intentions. Leaning against the rock, he stared at Zhang Hui with hesitant eyes.

Zhang Hui seemed to see through Mocha Lama's thoughts, sighed deeply, took a swig of wine, and said, "Master, there's no need to be nervous. I attacked these two evil Taoists because the Black Cloud Temple Master killed one of my former brothers. As for the treasure you stole, I have no interest in it. I'm already a cripple; even if you gave me the treasure, what use would it be?"

Mocha Lama coldly stared at Zhang Hui for a long time, sensing that the man was filled with sorrow and bitterness, seemingly uninterested in anything but drinking. He then clasped his hands together, bowed to Zhang Hui, and said, "Thank you for saving me, Hero Zhang. If I have the opportunity, I will certainly repay you. Farewell."

He was about to stagger away ... As he was leaving, Zhang Hui looked at him and said, "Master, you've been struck by the Xuanfeng Palm; it seems you won't get far. This area is teeming with the wicked henchmen of the Black Cloud Temple. Are you confident you can evade their pursuit?"

Mocha Lama stopped, looked at Zhang Hui, and said in a deep voice, "Then what does Master Zhang mean..."

Zhang Hui smiled faintly, "If you trust me, Master, sit down immediately and let me help you heal and expel the chilling poison of the Xuanfeng Palm. Your martial arts are superior to mine; I believe that as long as you recover your strength, unless that Xuanyi Zhenren personally intervenes, those little Taoists are no match for you."

Mocha Lama thought that since he couldn't escape far anyway, he might as well take a gamble. If this Zhang dared to covet the treasure I stole, he would detonate the Thunderclap Bomb in his robes and perish together.

He thanked Zhang Hui repeatedly and walked with him into the sparse woods by the lotus pond, where they sat down cross-legged one after the other. Zhang Hui placed his palms on Mocha Lama's back and channeled a stream of true energy into the lama's body. Mocha Lama also channeled his internal energy to expel the poison. Both men possessed profound internal strength, and under the combined effect of their combined energies, they quickly succeeded.

Mocha Lama stood up, exhaled a long breath, and looked at Zhang Hui, who was still sitting on the ground, saying gratefully, "Hero Zhang, I can never repay your life-saving grace!"

Zhang Hui thought to himself that he had never been such a chivalrous person before, and he couldn't understand his own actions today. Perhaps it was due to a feeling of emptiness and a momentary impulse. He smiled faintly and said, "Master, there's no need to be so polite. Take your treasures and leave quickly. Once you're outside the range of the Chaotic Grass Mountain ahead, it's no longer Black Cloud Temple's territory, so you can leave with peace of mind."

Mocha Lama didn't leave, but stared at Zhang Hui's face, then at the wine pot in his hand, and asked with a smile, "This humble monk sees that you, Hero Zhang, are filled with endless sorrow. May I ask if you may speak of it, and if there's anything I can do to help?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hui became even more agitated. He got up and walked towards the edge of the forest, waving his hand and saying, "My affairs are none of your concern, Master! You should leave quickly, lest those Black Cloud Temple Taoists come and bother you again!"

Mocha Lama followed closely behind him, smiling, "Why be so aloof, Hero Zhang? This humble monk feels an instant connection with you. How about I invite you to the city for a drink?"

Hearing about drinking, Zhang Hui was somewhat tempted, and his steps slowed. Looking up, he saw the group of beautiful village girls washing clothes by the river in the setting sun, already packing up their garments and preparing to go home, their laughter still echoing on the water.

Mocha Lama, observing Zhang Hui's expression, couldn't help but chuckle wickedly, "Could it be that Master Zhang has a fondness for beautiful women? That's a shared interest with this humble monk. Those village girls are truly stunning; I'll go and capture one for Master Zhang to enjoy, how about it?"

With that, he darted towards the group of village girls with lightning speed. Zhang Hui cried out, his face paling, "Master, wait!..." Before he could stop him, the Lama Mocha had already rushed into the group of beautiful village girls. Amidst their screams, he had already grabbed one in each hand, leaped back to Zhang Hui, and slammed the two women to the ground. He laughed, "Hero Zhang, how are these two girls? Don't be too upset. No matter what grievances you have, as long as you vent them on a beautiful woman, everything will be resolved perfectly!"

Zhang Hui stared blankly at the two beauties who had been huddled together in fear after being slammed to the ground by the lama, and then at the other women on the riverbank screaming and scattering in all directions. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, took a big gulp of wine, reached out and grabbed one of the women's hair, brought her pretty face close to his own, and asked, "Little girl, what's your name? How old are you?"

The woman opened her eyes... A pair of terrified eyes trembled as she said, "My name is Xiao Cui, I'm seventeen years old..."

Zhang Hui then looked at another woman. This woman was plump and looked older than Xiao Cui. Seeing Zhang Hui looking at her, she hurriedly introduced herself, "My name is Yun Niang, I'm nineteen years old. I have a husband, children, and elderly parents. Sir, please have mercy and let us go!"

Zhang Hui smiled coldly, handed the wine jug to Lama Mocha, grabbed the two women by the hair, and sighed, "Master, let's go to the woods over there. I'll treat you to a drink and tell you a tragic story about me..."

So, the two thugs led the two poor, respectable women to the woods, lit a bonfire, and made the young woman and girl kneel side by side on the ground. Zhang Hui sat under a tree, drinking with Lama Mocha while watching the lama thrust his penis into the mouths of two women, bulging their cheeks and nearly bursting their throats. Finally, the women's throats were filled with the lama's semen, and amidst their maniacal laughter, they crawled out of the woods like dogs. Lama

Mocha, hearing Zhang Hui recount his tragic experience of being castrated by an old man in a yellow robe twenty years ago for a crime, felt pity. Looking at Zhang Hui's dejected face, he suddenly laughed, "Hero Zhang, please take off your pants and let this humble monk see how your genitals are."

Zhang Hui was startled, instinctively covering his groin, and asked, "What are you doing?!"

Lama Mocha laughed loudly, "Hero Zhang, please rest assured, although you are handsome, this humble monk has no homosexual desires. This humble monk wants to examine your injuries to determine if there is any hope."

Zhang Hui was overjoyed, thinking, "Could castration really be cured?" He hurriedly took off his pants to show the lama. Lama Mocha leaned closer, examined them carefully, and then chuckled, "Fortunately, the old man in the yellow robe was rather casual and didn't completely eradicate the root. With my Tantric medical skills, I can definitely restore Master Zhang, but this requires a grafting stick..."

As the lama spoke, his gaze involuntarily fell on Bao Cai, the giant dog that Zhang Hui had knocked unconscious not far outside the forest. A strange smile appeared on his lips. Suddenly, he leaped out of the forest and dragged the giant dog Bao Cai into the woods.

Zhang Hui was overjoyed to hear that his lower body could be restored through surgery, but when he heard the lama say that the giant dog Bao Cai's penis would be implanted into his lower body, he couldn't help but cry out, "Master, can't you give me a human one? If you implant a dog's penis in me, won't I become a dog?"

Mocha Lama laughed heartily, turned the unconscious giant dog over, and exposed its lower body. The dog's penis between its hind legs was as thick as a large wine glass, about half a foot long, with bulging blue veins, which was quite frightening. Zhang Hui stared in disbelief, but then heard the lama say in a deep voice, "Master Zhang, you may not know this, but this giant dog is the beloved pet of the Master Xuanyi. It's exceptionally ferocious, and the old Taoist bought it from Persia for tens of thousands of taels of silver. This kind of dog has an extremely strong libido, enough to overpower several strong men. If Master Zhang could equip himself with such a weapon, he wouldn't have to worry about being a hero in the arms of a beautiful woman!"

He then stood up and said solemnly, "Let's go, there's no time to lose! While this giant dog is still alive, this humble monk must hurry and perform surgery on Master Zhang!"

Zhang Hui had no choice but to get up, put on his trousers, and asked blankly, "Now? Where can we do it?"

Lama Mocha smiled slightly, gazing at the village lights that had appeared in the distance, and said... "A quiet place is all I need. Zhang Daxia, pick up the giant dog and let's go!"

Meanwhile, the beautiful young wife, Yunniang, had her cherry-like mouth attacked by Master Mocha, and fled home with a mouthful of semen. Luckily, her husband was still in the fields, and her in-laws, whose eyesight was poor, only had her four-year-old daughter, Guigui, running to greet her, calling out, "Mom, why did you take so long to come back from washing clothes? I'm starving!"

Yunniang, with tears in her eyes, picked up her daughter, greeted her in-laws sitting on the edge of the bed, and hurried to the kitchen. She put her daughter down and desperately rinsed her mouth with water, trying to wash away the white fluid, but no matter how much she rinsed, she couldn't completely eliminate the fishy, foul taste.

Seeing her mother frantically rinsing her mouth with water, the daughter Gui Gui was puzzled. She went to her mother, took her hand, and asked with her innocent eyes, "Mother, what's wrong? Did you accidentally eat some bitter lotus seeds? If your mouth tastes bitter, eat some sugar!"

Yun Niang spat out the last mouthful of water, squatted down, patted her daughter's shoulder, and sobbed, "Gui Gui, be good, Mother is alright. Gui Gui, you must listen to Mother. You can't tell anyone about me rinsing my mouth in the kitchen today, okay?"

Gui Gui nodded obediently. Yun Niang wiped away her tears and stood up, preparing to cook, when she suddenly heard her husband Achao's voice outside the door: "Yun Niang, Yun Niang, where are you? Come out and greet our guests, we have important guests!"

Yun Niang quickly wiped away her tears and returned to the main room. What she saw made her scream, almost falling to the ground.

She saw her husband Achao leading in a middle-aged man in blue and a fat lama, the middle-aged man also dragging a huge dog. Yun Niang recognized the two men as the villains who had dragged her into the woods and humiliated her earlier. Unexpectedly, they've barged into their own home again!

Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha felt somewhat embarrassed upon seeing Yunniang. They weren't really that shameless, having slept with her and then chasing her into her home. The two hadn't known Yunniang lived there; they had only helped her husband, Achao, fight off some drunken, troublesome villagers while searching for someone to perform surgery. The honest Achao had then invited them to his home. Achao's parents were kind-hearted elderly villagers. Seeing that Achao had brought back guests, including a monk wearing prayer beads, they felt a surge of respect and quickly invited them to sit down. They asked their daughter-in-law, Yunniang, to make tea and water, and their son, Achao, to kill a chicken to entertain the guests.

Zhang Hui and the lama initially wanted to leave, especially Lama Mocha. Looking at Yunniang's beautiful face, he thought, "How can I eat your cooking after I've already slept with you?" But seeing that Ah Chao and his parents were very simple and honest, and that Yun Niang, though looking humiliated, wouldn't dare to reveal their shameful deeds, the two sat down with a clear conscience, chatting with the two elders and playing with the little girl Gui Gui.

Yun Niang's tears welled up again, and she ran to the kitchen to cook. Ah Chao chased after her and demanded, "Why were you yelling when Master Zhang and Master Mocha came? You have no manners!"

Yunniang was filled with shame and anger, but dared not reveal that she had been violated by those two scoundrels. She could only stammer, "Ah Chao, don't blame me. I was just scared when I saw that the lama looked fierce, so I yelled..."

Ah Chao patted his wife's shoulder and sighed with a smile, "You're just too timid! Although that lama looks fierce, he's actually a very good person. Just now, Chen San and his gang got drunk and tried to smash my farm tools, but that lama beat them away with a few punches and kicks. We should toast that lama a few more times later!" After

Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha finished dinner at Ah Chao's house and drank a few cups of wine, Lama Mocha asked Ah Chao for a quiet little room. He then asked Yunniang to prepare a large basin of clean hot water and Ah Chao to prepare a stove of burning charcoal. Ah Chao thought the two were going to cook dog meat in the room, so he eagerly went to prepare. Yunniang lowered her head, her face full of resentment, but she had no choice but to do as the lama instructed.

Once everything was ready, Ah Chao had just helped carry the giant dog into the hut when Lama Mocha patted him on the shoulder, smiling as he told him to leave. Before closing the door, Lama Mocha solemnly told him that he was going to treat Zhang Daxia's deep internal injury and needed charcoal, hot water, and dog blood, but Ah Chao didn't need to help. He hoped Ah Chao would keep watch outside and not let anyone in.

Ah Chao had thought he was going to eat dog meat, but instead it was for treating Zhang Daxia's injury. He sighed regretfully and obediently stood guard at the door. Finally, driven by curiosity, he peeked through the crack in the door. What he saw almost made Ah Chao wet his pants.

Through the crack, he saw Zhang Daxia lying on a bench with a wooden stick in his mouth, his pants pulled down. He only had a short section of his lower body; he was a eunuch. What he saw next made Ah Chao's heart pound with fear. He saw Master Mocha lay the unconscious dog belly-up on the table, carefully cut off its thick penis with a delicate knife, soak it in liquor for a while, then walk over to Master Zhang, first using the knife to cut off the remaining small part, and then inserting the thick dog penis into Master Zhang's genitals...

Ah Chao was terrified and collapsed in front of the door, almost fainting. He wanted to tell his wife about the strange thing he had seen, but he was worried that she would be frightened, and even more worried that Master Mocha would be angry. So he could only sit blankly at the door, not daring to look anymore. But then he heard Master Mocha's voice coming from inside: "Brother Zhang, you don't need to be afraid. I have used my internal energy to generate local high temperature, so that this dog's penis fits perfectly with your lower body. I have also applied the medicine, and I have also given you half of the 'Blazing Sun Pill' that I stole from the Black Cloud Temple. Don't worry, by the afternoon of the day after tomorrow at the latest, you will be able to regain your virility!"

Then he heard the voice of the hero Zhang say: "Master, I, Zhang Hui, really don't know how to repay your kindness! I have a beautiful female disciple who founded a female knight-errant association in Jiangnan. Every female swordsman in the association is as beautiful as a flower. The day after tomorrow, I will take you to Qing Shi Town in Jiangnan, so that you can enjoy the beauties of my female disciple association!"

Master Mocha smiled evilly: "This humble monk has heard of the reputation of the Jiangnan female knight-errant association. I heard that the president is Song ..." "Yu Mei is a woman of profound swordsmanship and extreme beauty. I never imagined she would be your disciple, Brother Zhang. Truly, a great teacher produces a great student, and the younger generation surpasses the older. By the way, Brother Zhang, have you ever had any thoughts about your female disciple?"

Zhang the Hero chuckled wickedly, "Back when she was sixteen, I wanted to have my way with her, but unfortunately, I was a useless piece of trash then. Now that the Master has equipped me with such a powerful weapon, I'll definitely tear her down there! But since the Master has been kind to me, Yu Mei should be enjoyed by the Master first..."

Hearing this, Ah Chao finally realized that the people he had brought home were not a high monk and a great hero, but two wicked devils. He suppressed his fear and tiptoed away from the small house, intending to escape with his parents, wife, and children that very night. But after taking only a few steps, he heard a "whoosh" and a silver needle shot out from the crack in the door, entering Ah Chao's head from the back and exiting through his forehead. Amidst the splattering blood, Ah Chao didn't even have a chance to scream before collapsing to the ground, his eyes wide open.

Zhang Hui, lying on the bench, watched as Lama Mocha shot out the silver needles and couldn't help but exclaim, "I never imagined that the master's medical skills were not only superb, but his hidden weapon skills were also first-rate!"

Hearing the sound of Ah Chao falling outside the door, Lama Mocha chuckled evilly, "This family must have committed some sin in their past life to have encountered us. Brother Zhang, you rest here well. I'll go find Ah Chao's wife, Yun Niang, and fill her lower mouth with white semen again!"

With that, he laughed wildly as he pushed open the door and walked out of the small house, stepping over Ah Chao's corpse as he passed through the hallway. His eyes darted around, searching for Yun Niang's bedroom, when suddenly he saw a girl in green enter from outside, followed by a middle-aged man who looked like a martial arts master.

The girl was calling out, "Sister Yun Niang, my uncle has returned from the escort agency. He is highly skilled in martial arts. Let's take him to find those two villains who insulted us during the day and avenge us," when she suddenly saw Lama Mocha standing in the main room and couldn't help but scream.

Mocha Lama recognized the girl as Xiao Cui, whom he had also filled with his semen, and laughed loudly, "Little girl, I was just looking for your lower mouth to fill, and you came looking for me! Haha, I'm truly blessed tonight!"

The middle-aged bodyguard standing behind Xiao Cui immediately drew his sword and stepped forward, shouting, "Where did this Tibetan monk come from? How dare you cause trouble in my Yangjia Village! Quickly state your name and come to your death!"

Mocha Lama saw that the middle-aged bodyguard's steps were unsteady and his sword-wielding posture was unprofessional; he was clearly someone who made a living in a security escort agency. He couldn't help but sigh with a smile, "Brother, I'm in a good mood tonight because I have two little mouths that need filling. You'd better put down your sword and run for your life. In your next life, you'll be..." "If I could be reborn as a beautiful woman, I, the Buddha, would give you a good thrashing down there and teach you a few practical sword techniques. Tonight, you'd better tuck your tail between your legs and get lost!"

The middle-aged bodyguard, surnamed Chen, was Xiao Cui's maternal uncle. Seeing the fierce-looking Lama Mocha, with a sinister aura in his eyes, he was already somewhat intimidated. However, he couldn't appear too timid in front of his niece, so he gritted his teeth and shouted, "You evil monk! Instead of staying in the temple to study scriptures, you dare to spew filth in front of me, a mere dung-eating bastard! Don't be so arrogant, take my blade first!"

With that, he gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and slashed diagonally at Lama Mocha, thinking that he would first test the lama's martial arts skills. If he was no match for him, he could escape. This bodyguard Chen's martial arts skills were mediocre. He had been working in the escort business for over ten years through family connections, and his martial arts skills hadn't improved much, but he considered his escape skills to be first-rate.

But tonight, Chen the镖师 (bodyguard/escort) miscalculated. The moment his blade struck, Lama Mocha clamped it between his palms, the blade seemingly glued to the lama's hands, impossible to pull out. The terrifying stickiness even transferred to the hilt, making it impossible for Chen to break free, and he had no chance to escape.

Lama Mocha chuckled evilly, "Great镖师, I gave you a way out, but you refused. Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

With that, he clamped the blade between his palms, twisted and pushed, and with a "plop," blood splattered as the blade embedded itself in Chen's forehead. Chen, gripping the hilt, slowly fell backward, his last words a cry of "Xiao Cui, run!"

Witnessing this bloody scene, Xiao Cui's legs went weak, and she couldn't run anymore. Mocha Lama grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to Yun Niang's bedroom. Just as they found it and were about to kick the door open, they heard a knock at the door opposite. A-Chao's parents emerged shakily from their house, their old eyes wide, asking, "Who's there? What happened?"

Xiao Cui cried out, "Grandpa and Grandma, help!"

Mocha Lama sneered, "Help what? You're old, you've lived enough. Your son is dead, go join him!"

With that, he shot out a silver needle, piercing the two old people's heads. Before they could fully collapse, he grabbed Xiao Cui by the hair, kicked open the door, and stormed into Yun Niang's bedroom.

Yun Niang, holding her youngest daughter Gui Gui, sat trembling on the edge of the bed. Ever since she saw her husband A-Chao bring those two thugs home, she had a premonition of disaster. Hearing the evil laughter of Lama Mocha outside, she realized that disaster was imminent. With nowhere to hide, she could only huddle on the ground with her daughter in her arms, begging the lama to spare her child, even at the cost of her own life.

After entering the house, Lama Mocha threw Xiaocui down next to Yunniang. Looking at the two beauties' terrified expressions, he laughed wildly, "You two women are truly destined to be with the Buddha! I thought our fate was sealed after I filled your mouths with my fluids this evening, but who knew that young man Achao would bring us to Yunniang's house again, and Xiaocui has willingly walked into my trap. Hahahaha, Yunniang, Xiaocui, you both have two holes down there that can be filled with fluids. If you cooperate well with the Buddha tonight and fill those two holes full, the Buddha will be pleased and spare this little girl Guigui. Otherwise, hehe, I'm afraid even four-year-old Guigui will have to endure the Buddha's thick fluids!..."

Hearing this, Yunniang was terrified. She hurriedly crawled and knelt before Lama Mocha, hugging his legs and begging, "Buddha, please spare Guigui, she's only four years old... Xiaocui and I promise to serve you well..."

As she spoke, she proactively unbuckled the lama's belt, pulled out his filthy black penis, and began sucking on it, tears streaming down her face.

Mocha Lama, however, kicked Yunniang away, coldly sneering, "Your upper mouth has already been filled with fluid; tonight I'll fill your lower mouths. Hurry up and take off your skirts and pants, spread your legs, and lie down on the bed!"

Yunniang and Xiaocui, already subdued by the lama's lewd power, dared not resist. They hurriedly obeyed, taking off their skirts and pants, spreading their legs, and lying side-by-side on the bed. Mocha Lama, gazing at the dark pubic hair between the two beauties' legs, couldn't help but let out another triumphant laugh, grasping his black penis as he stepped forward.

The little girl Guigui collapsed to the ground, staring at everything before her, not understanding what was happening, only feeling a piercing fear planted in her young heart, never to be erased...

Hearing her master Zhang Hui recount this, Song Yumei trembled with rage, even her hand gripping the sword shook. She felt her once-lofty image of her master crumble in an instant; standing before her now was a terrifying beast!

Zhang Hui, however, continued his smug narration: "That night I rested soundly for over ten hours. The next morning, stretching as I went outside, I discovered that Master Mocha had killed A-Chao's entire family. Yunniang and Xiao Cui had been violated by Master Mocha all night long, their vaginas and anuses filled with semen. The master, unable to bear their painful memories in the years to come, gently released them with a single palm strike after the ordeal. As for the little girl Guigui, she witnessed her mother and aunt being ordealed and released by the master, leaving her terrified and mentally unstable. To awaken her, the master also poured some semen into her mouth, but..." With great mercy, he spared her little mouth. Finally, the master and I left Yangjia Village satisfied, having traveled and enjoyed ourselves, and today we finally arrived here. "Yu Mei, Master has regained his virility! Tomorrow, gather all the female disciples of the Heroines' Guild and hold a grand banquet to celebrate Master's return. Of course, the most important thing is to thank Master Mocha for his kindness to Master; otherwise, what joy would Master have in life if he were a eunuch for life?"

Song Yu Mei's jade-like face was filled with murderous intent, and she said in a chilling voice, "You beast! I'll castrate you again, so you'll truly be a eunuch for life!"

With that, she slashed at Zhang Hui's dog-like penis with her sword. Zhang Hui hurriedly retreated, stuffing his penis back into his pants, and angrily said, "You damned brat! Master Mocha went to great lengths to equip Master with this mighty weapon, and instead of properly worshipping and cherishing it, you dare to use your sword to cut it! It seems you really want to rebel!"

Lama Mocha also put his penis back into his pants, pulled up his trousers, and sneered, "Brother Zhang, it seems you've truly spoiled your disciple. Tonight, this humble monk will help you restore order to your sect and teach these ignorant little girls what it means to respect their master!"

As he spoke, he opened his large, fan-like hand and reached for Song Yumei's breasts. Zhang Hui also sneered and reached for the lower abdomen of a female swordsman.

Seeing the two men's lewd attacks, Song Yumei was filled with shame and anger. She dodged backward, avoiding Mocha Lama's large hand, and brandished her longsword

, shouting, "Sisters, fight these two lecherous thieves and rid the martial world of this menace!" Zhang Hui had already seized the female swordsman's sword and chuckled, "Yumei, your swordsmanship was taught by me. How could you possibly surpass me? And here is the highly skilled Master Mocha. Your resistance is futile. I advise you to surrender, kneel down, and serve me and the master with your genitals. After we are satisfied, your martial arts will..." "The Southern Heroine Society can continue to exist, otherwise this place will become a playground for my master and me to vent our

frustrations tonight. When people find this place tomorrow, they will only see naked female corpses, nothing else will be left..." Upon hearing this, Song Yumei was shocked. She knew that with the strength of herself and her subordinates, they were indeed no match for these two demons. But things had come to this point, and it was better to fight to the death than to surrender and suffer humiliation. Without saying anything more, she gave a wink to several female swordsmen. Several longswords whistled through the air and attacked Zhang Hui and the Mocha Lama.

Zhang Hui sneered, "Truly stubborn! Fine, Yumei, today your master will show you the true Dragon Tiger Sword Technique!"

With that, he flicked his wrist and released his grip. The longsword flashed like lightning, slashing and stabbing. Amidst screams, a piece of the female swordsman's clothes was sliced off from her chest, even her bra was cut off, revealing a bulging mound of white flesh and a bright red spot. Another female swordsman had her trousers pierced through her lower abdomen. The cold blade pressed against her private parts, leaving the girl frozen in place, afraid to move.

Zhang Hui laughed heartily, withdrawing his longsword from between the female swordsman's legs without harming her flesh. However, the blade pulled out a few fine black hairs, which flew through the air.

Seeing Zhang Hui's formidable swordsmanship, Song Yumei realized that the martial arts she had learned from this devil were extremely limited. A chill ran down her spine, and she took two steps back. Suddenly, she felt a tightening in her buttocks. She heard Mocha Lama's laughter behind her: "Haha, Miss Yumei, I didn't expect your buttocks to be so elastic! I wonder if those two mounds of flesh on top are as elastic?"

Song Yumei felt her buttocks being pinched painfully by Mocha Lama's hands. She was filled with shock and anger. She raised her wrist, and the longsword thrust backward over her shoulder.

Mocha Lama stood behind Song Yumei, one hand still gripping her ample buttocks, the other freeing up to swiftly clamp the sword between two fingers. He chuckled, "Yumei, look how fast I can clamp things with these two fingers! You'd better be fast with those two petals of yours clamping that stick later!"

Song Yumei knew this lama was highly skilled and no match for him. In desperation, she abandoned her sword, somersaulted in mid-air, and kicked backward, striking Mocha Lama's chest as if she had stepped on a solid steel plate. Her ankles throbbed with pain, but she used the momentum to propel herself forward, soaring over Zhang Hui's head and landing in the courtyard with two somersaults. At this moment, dozens of female swordswomen in white, having heard the commotion, rushed into the house. A female swordsman cried out, "President, these two lecherous thieves are formidable. We'll hold them off for a while, but you'd better escape quickly and get help from a master!"

Song Yumei couldn't bear to leave her subordinates, whose martial arts were inferior to hers, to die here. Then, she suddenly saw Zhang Hui pull her maid, Xiaowen, into his arms. With a tearing sound, the girl was about to be violated. Unable to bear seeing her personal maid suffer, Song Yumei disregarded the danger and rushed back into the room, pulling Xiaowen from Zhang Hui's arms and shouting angrily, "Zhang Hui, are you even human? She's just a child!..."

Zhang Hui, who was trying to lure Song Yumei in, heard this and chuckled evilly, "We are not human, we are gods, the demon gods who rule over you beautiful girls! Hahahaha, Master Mocha can even fill the mouths of four-year-old girls with syrup, can't I even play with this little girl? Yumei, I advise you not to resist. We should adhere to the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence. As long as you behave, the Jiangnan Heroines' Association will not only not disband..." "And under Master Mocha and my leadership, it will expand and prosper, making our due contribution to the economic development of the entire Jiangnan region..."

Song Yumei took a long sword from a female swordsman, pointed it at Zhang Hui's nose and cursed, "Demon, you will be punished! Today, the disciples of our Women's Heroes Society would rather shed blood at the headquarters than bow down to you two beasts! Sisters, don't be afraid. Chairman Mao said that all reactionaries are paper tigers. We must overcome all difficulties and strive for victory! Charge!..."

Despite these words of propaganda, Song Yumei also understood that tonight's battle was mostly a futile effort, and that the entire army would ultimately be wiped out. She could almost see rows of naked female swordsmen kneeling on the ground, while Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha strolled triumphantly through the beauties, casually poking their mouths with their clubs...

In her despair, Song Yumei had lost all will to fight. Suddenly, she thought of Huang Rong, and an idea struck her. Taking advantage of the chaos as the female swordsmen surrounded Zhang Hui and the lama, she pulled aside a girl she trusted and whispered, "Xiao Ping, we can't hold out here for long. Hurry to the Tianlong Inn in town to find Chief Huang Rong and ask her to come and help. Whether the Heroines' Gathering can escape this calamity today depends on whether you can complete the mission I gave you!"

The female swordsman, Xiaoping, came from a family of martial arts masters. She practiced diligently and was known for her composure and steadiness. Hearing Song Yumei's instructions, she didn't ask a single question, simply nodded, feinted with her sword, and darted towards the door.

Mocha Lama, with his sharp eyes, sneered, "Trying to send someone to report? Dream on! Come back here!"

He thrust his palms forward, and two streams of icy true energy erupted from them, instantly sucking Xiaoping, who had fallen into the courtyard, into the air. Mocha Lama withdrew his palms, and seeing Xiaoping about to be pulled back into the house, Song Yumei gritted her teeth, risking injury from the true energy. She gripped her sword with both hands, leaped into the air, and slashed down at the two streams of true energy that had sucked Xiaoping in.

With a loud "whoosh," Song Yumei's sword shattered in two, and her body was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall and sliding to the ground. Although she immediately jumped up, blood was already trickling from the corner of her mouth.

The two streams of true energy were severed, and Xiaoping felt a relief in her back. Without looking back, she leaped across the courtyard, vaulted over a wall, and disappeared into the night.

Seeing that the girl he had been holding onto had escaped, Mocha Lama was enraged. His eyes glared at Song Yumei, and he pulled out his staff from his crotch, closing in step by step. He said in a deep voice, "Miss Yumei, you dare to use your sword to sever my Buddhist true energy! Tonight, if I don't tear you to shreds, I won't deserve to call myself Master Mocha!"

Hearing Xiaoping's tearful complaint and learning of the terrible incident at the Women's Heroes' Association headquarters, Huang Rong's heart blazed with fury. She slammed her staff on the table, breaking off a piece of wood, and her gaze swept over Yang Guo and Guo Fu. "Guo'er, Fu'er," she said in a deep voice, "We've been training for a thousand days, but we're going to use them for one. Tonight is the time for your mother to lead you in real combat! If we don't kill those two villains, Zhang Hui and Mo Cha, we're not worthy of coming from Peach Blossom Island!"

Yang Guo thought to himself, "Guo Fu has at least been training for a few days. My skills are so rudimentary, I haven't even had a few hours of training, let alone a thousand days. What's the point of using them?" But of course, he couldn't say these words aloud. He could only brace himself, put on an indignant expression, and, led by the female swordsman Xiao Ping, follow Huang Rong and Guo Fu out of the inn, rushing towards the headquarters of the Women's Heroes Association.

In less than half an hour, they had entered the courtyard of the Women's Heroes Association's headquarters, but they couldn't hear any fighting, nor could they see any corpses. Huang Rong's heart sank. She wondered if "Dragon Tiger Sword" Zhang Hui and Lama Wo Cha had already subdued all the female members and were torturing them together? A tragic scene flashed through Huang Rong's mind: dozens of female swordswomen, stripped naked and hung from the rafters, their bodies whipped by Zhang Hui and the lama...

Xiao Ping led Huang Rong and her two children to the courtyard of the room where the fight had taken place not long ago. The four were shocked by what they saw: Song Yumei, the leader of the Female Swordsman Guild, sat cross-legged on the ground, her face pale and her beautiful eyes slightly closed. Behind her sat a man in yellow robes wearing a ghost mask, holding a flute in one hand and resting the other on Song Yumei's back, seemingly channeling his internal energy to heal her injuries.

Upon seeing the man in yellow robes, Huang Rong cried out in surprise, "Father!..." Just as she was about to rush over, Yang Guo grabbed her arm. Yang Guo said, "Mother, it seems Grandpa Huang is healing Chairman Song's injuries. You'd better suppress your father-daughter feelings for now, otherwise, if Grandpa Huang goes berserk because of your embrace, it won't be a joke."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at Yang Guo. The four of them bypassed Huang Yaoshi and Song Yumei and went to the room where the fight had taken place. They were even more horrified when they saw several female swordsmen cleaning up the bloodstains on the floor. Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha lay side by side on the ground, covered with white sheets. The two villains looked dead, their eyes wide with extreme terror, showing that they had suffered great fright before their deaths.

Huang Rong used her dog-beating stick to lift the white sheet, and upon seeing what she saw, she couldn't help but frown. She hurriedly lifted the sheet back up. Guo Fu and Xiao Ping beside her also felt disgusted, and even Yang Guo, who was usually not afraid of dampness, spat. What had they seen? They saw that under the white cloth, the penises of the two villains had been severed at the hilt, their lower bodies covered in blood—a truly gruesome sight.

Xiao Ping asked a female swordsman cleaning up the blood, "Xiao Qing, what happened? How did the two villains die? Who is that yellow-clad man sitting in the courtyard wearing a ghost mask?"

The female swordsman, Xiao Qing, seemed excited and eager to tell everyone. She quickly grabbed Xiao Ping's hand and said in a trembling voice, "Sister Xiao Ping, you've come back too late! You missed tonight's great show! Wow! It was so cool!..."

Yang Guo couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, beautiful sister, when you get excited, even your chest is shaking! Be careful you don't shake your B-cup into an A-cup! Calm down..." "Tell me properly what happened!"

Upon hearing this, the female swordsman Xiaoqing frowned, thinking which idiot was spouting nonsense. But seeing that Yang Guo was quite handsome, her anger subsided somewhat. She glared at Yang Guo with her phoenix eyes and began to recount the thrilling and bizarre scene that had just unfolded...

It turned out that after the female swordsman Xiaoping escaped from the courtyard to fetch reinforcements, "Dragon Tiger Sword" Zhang Hui truly unleashed the power of a dragon and tiger. The Mocha Lama also used the truly evil techniques of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, quickly defeating the dozen or so female swordsmen who were attacking them, breaking their swords and knocking them down. He also immobilized the girls by striking their pressure points.

Although Song Yumei's martial arts were slightly better, she wasn't immediately immobilized, but her long sword had already been snapped in half by the Mocha Lama's thick fingers, and her breasts and buttocks had been groped several times by Zhang Hui's thieving hands. Just as the girls of the Heroines' Guild were about to be slaughtered under the brilliant leadership of Comrade Song Yumei, a strange flute melody suddenly came from outside the door.

Mocha Lama laughed upon hearing the sound, "Which young lady has such refined tastes, playing the flute outside? Later, I, the Buddha, and Hero Zhang will also invite this young lady to play our flutes!"

Zhang Hui's expression changed upon hearing this. He withdrew his hand from Song Yumei's lower abdomen, abruptly turned around, and looked outside. He saw the courtyard bathed in a desolate moonlight, the wind rustling through the leaves, and apart from the female swordsmen taking turns attacking, there was no one else in sight. But the strange flute melody seemed to echo throughout the entire world, making Zhang Hui's heart tremble.

He would never forget that night twenty years ago, after he had raped and murdered the martial arts master's wife and daughter, he had just stepped out of the master's house when he heard this strange flute melody. He then saw a gaunt old man in a yellow robe slowly walking towards him from the distant road. It seemed slow, but in an instant, he was right in front of him. Seeing the old man's tall, thin frame, as frail as withered bamboo, Zhang Hui became enraged and cursed, "Where did this zombie old man come from! Playing such a deadly tune in front of me! I'll beat you to pieces!"

He threw a punch at the old man in yellow, who didn't dodge, but casually raised his flute. Zhang Hui's fist struck the flute, feeling like rusty iron hitting a steel plate, causing him to cry out in pain. Next, the old man in yellow flicked his finger, striking Zhang Hui's pressure points, then raised the flute as if to smash his head. Just as Zhang Hui was feeling terrified, the old man suddenly withdrew his flute, counted on his fingers, and muttered, "He has a friend's baby girl who needs his help and care. I'll spare his life tonight."

With that, he used the flute to loosen Zhang Hui's belt, causing his trousers to slip down. Zhang Hui was startled, thinking, "Does this old man have homosexual tendencies? Not satisfied with playing my flute, he wants to play my thing?" Just as he was wondering what was going on, he suddenly felt a sharp pain. Looking down, he couldn't help but scream in agony. He discovered that his penis, which had just ejaculated on the mother and daughter, had been cut in half by the old man in yellow using some unknown method!

Zhang Hui wanted to writhe on the ground in pain, but because his pressure points had been struck, he could only stand upright and endure the agony. The old man in yellow, however, was already playing his flute and slowly leaving. As he was about to disappear into the night, he sent Zhang Hui a message: "Go to the home of the lone bandit Song Biao in Liu Family Village, Qing Shi Town, Jiangnan. If you delay, you will be killed without mercy!"

Zhang Hui was shocked when he heard this, because only he knew that his senior brother, the lone bandit Song Biao, had a family in Liu Family Village. How did the old man in yellow know this? He thought he must have encountered a demon immortal, so he began to circulate his internal energy to try to break through his pressure points and leave this place of crime as soon as possible. However, the old man in yellow's pressure point technique was very strange, and he had been trying for two hours without success. The blood in the castrated area below had congealed from the cold wind, and the pain was excruciating.

What was especially infuriating was that suddenly, a stray dog appeared out of nowhere and snatched his severed penis, which had been cut off and lying on the ground, and ran off. He had originally planned to find a doctor to help him reattach it while the blood was still wet, but instead, a stray dog had carried it away. This infuriated our "Dragon Tiger Sword" Zhang Daxia!

Later, just as dawn was breaking, a patrol of constables approached from the distant main road, and the pressure points on his body suddenly released on their own. Zhang Hui was afraid of being caught by the constables and facing a death sentence or life imprisonment, which was not worth it, so he hurriedly pulled up his pants and ran away. Following the old man in yellow's advice, he rushed to Liu Family Village in Qing Shi Town, Jiangnan, and indeed saw his senior brother Song Biao beaten to death and his sister-in-law raped and murdered. He assumed it was the work of Ke Zhen'e, rushed in and fought a few rounds, but realizing he was no match for the "Flying Bat," he picked up the baby girl and fled. These events have all been described earlier, so I won't go into details again.

Returning to the scene described earlier, Zhang Hui, upon hearing the flute music from twenty years ago, was utterly terrified. He thought, "My God, could it be that zombie-like old man in yellow again? Does he always manage to catch me off guard every time I solve a major case? I finally managed to get this 'cannon' installed, and before I could even fire a shot at any beauty, is this old man trying to cripple it again?"

Just as he was filled with dread, Lama Mocha called out, "Hey, Brother Zhang, what are you daydreaming about? Even if there are beautiful women in this female knight-errant's guild who are skilled in music, you don't need to be so infatuated! Later, have that girl play one of our flutes for us, so we can be exposed to some refined culture. Haha, but your flute is really too thick; I'm afraid the little girl's cherry-like mouth won't be able to hold it, and her cheeks will burst! Haha!..."

At this moment, the flute music grew increasingly eerie and desolate, sending a chill down everyone's spine. Mocha Lama finally sensed something was wrong. He stopped his foul language, leaped outside the door, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "Who is this master? Why don't you show yourself?!" He

then turned to the distraught Zhang Hui and exclaimed, "Brother Zhang, judging from that flute music, could it be that old man in yellow who insulted you twenty years ago has returned?"

Zhang Hui nodded, his face contorted with grief, and said, "Master, I think it's most likely him... I will always remember that mournful, soul-wrenching flute music... Alas, Master, now we can no longer enjoy the little sister playing the flute for us. Our own two flutes are about to be broken." "What a tragic fate!"

Upon hearing this, Lama Mocha was startled, a look of panic flashing in his eyes, but he still said to himself, "Hmph, I don't believe that old man in yellow has much ability! With your Dragon Tiger Sword and my Tantric Fist, can't we do anything to him?"

Zhang Hui sighed, "Master, let's stop with the Dragon Tiger Sword and Tantric Fist! My Dragon Tiger Sword will turn into a vegetarian snake and a kitten, and your Tantric Fist will become a street stunt! Let's be realistic and just say two words: get out of here!"

With that, he took the lead and flew out of the courtyard. Lama Mocha reacted quickly and flew up without saying a word. Song Yumei shouted angrily, "You villain, where do you think you're going!" Because she had heard Huang Rong talk about Zhang Hui's crime twenty years ago, she guessed that the owner of the flute music tonight must be Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, so she immediately mustered her courage and flew up to intercept the two villains.

They had barely taken flight a foot high when Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha were suddenly thrown back down from the sky, as if forced back into the courtyard by a powerful force. Song Yumei and the group of female swordsmen widened their eyes and looked up to see a man in yellow robes, playing a flute, slowly descending from the sky under the moonlight, his face covered by a half-ghost mask.

Several of the younger female swordsmen immediately clapped their hands, one girl exclaiming, "Wow, this handsome guy's entrance was so cool! So awesome! Wow! We'll definitely get his autograph later!"

Song Yumei glared at the girl, then turned back and saw Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha sitting on the ground. Seeing the man in yellow robes land, they quickly jumped up, enduring the pain in their buttocks, and retreated step by step towards the side room.

The man in yellow robes landed in the courtyard, slowly removing the flute from his lips. Two icy gazes shot out from the eye holes of the ghost mask, slowly approaching Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha.

Fearing the two villains would take her sisters hostage, Song Yumei quickly ordered everyone to disperse and clear a path, allowing Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha to retreat back into the room.

Seeing the two villains retreat into the room, the man in yellow smiled eerily and said calmly, "Zhang Hui, Mocha, since you two are fond of women, how can you be without music to enhance your pleasure? Tonight, I will play you a 'Madness and Pleasure Melody' for free, so you can experience the taste of ecstasy. How about it?"

He then brought his flute to his lips, and an even more bizarre and jarring melody immediately pierced the air.

The women, though shaken by the flute music, managed to control their emotions. However, Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha's eyes darted around, and they began to dance wildly in the room.

Seeing this, Song Yumei secretly marveled, realizing that Huang Yaoshi's flute music must contain some extraordinary skill to have caused the two villains to lose their composure and become uncontrollable.

The flute music grew increasingly melodious and strange, while Zhang Hui and Lama Mocha's dance became more and more comical, exuding an eerie quality amidst their exaggerated movements. Their gazes became increasingly unfocused, and they emitted bursts of bizarre laughter. Suddenly, the two grabbed two short swords from the ground and began to fight with a clanging, unorthodox style, completely unlike Zhang Hui and Mocha's usual martial arts.

This sword fight lasted for half an hour, the two fighting to a standstill, leaving the women mesmerized. Suddenly, one of the female swordsmen cried out in alarm, "President, what's wrong with you?"

The women looked towards Song Yumei and were shocked to see that Song Yumei had somehow begun to wield a sword in the courtyard, her swordplay strange and identical to the moves of the two thugs in the side room.

The women assumed their leader had also been affected by the flute music and lost her mind. However, they also wondered how Song Yumei, the most skilled martial artist in the group, could have been the first to be subdued while her subordinates remained unaffected. Just as they were wondering, they heard two loud "thuds." Looking into the room, they saw Zhang Hui and Mocha Lama slashing each other's genitals with their swords amidst splattering blood!

Amid cheers from the women, Huang Yaoshi's flute music suddenly stopped, and the two villains in the room ceased their swordplay and collapsed to the ground. Song Yumei quickly sheathed her sword, clasped her hands in a fist and bowed to Huang Yaoshi, saying, "Thank you so

much, Senior Huang, for your guidance on swordsmanship. I will be eternally grateful!" Huang Yaoshi gave Song Yumei an approving look and smiled, "You are a promising young lady. I deliberately demonstrated a few moves of the 'Falling Petals Sword Technique' during their dance while punishing these two villains. I didn't expect that among a group of women, you would be so quick-witted and immediately understand my intentions. Young lady, the swordsmanship that Zhang Hui taught you before was merely the shell of swordsmanship, all show and no substance, with little practical use. These few moves of the 'Falling Petals Sword Technique' may not be invincible, but they are enough to elevate the martial arts of your Jiangnan Women's Heroes Association to a new level."

Upon hearing this, Song Yumei was grateful and knelt down. Just as she was about to say a few more words of gratitude, her expression suddenly changed. She clutched her chest, leaned forward, and spat out a mouthful of blood!

The women exclaimed in surprise, "President!" and rushed over. Huang Yaoshi said in a deep voice, "Ladies, don't come any closer. This 'Falling Flower Sword Technique' is strange and contains endless variations. It requires extremely deep internal energy to execute. Your guild leader's skill is still shallow. She was just engrossed in this sword technique and exhausted her internal energy without realizing it. I need to help her circulate her internal energy to heal her injuries. You should all step back."

So the women withdrew as instructed. Under the leadership of their group leaders, they each performed their duties. Some patrolled the surroundings to protect Huang Yaoshi as he treated Song Yumei, while others went into the side room and saw that the two villains had been killed by Huang Yaoshi's flute music, their meridians severed. Their faces were filled with terrifying expressions. They couldn't help but stick out their tongues in disbelief and hurriedly cleaned up the bodies and wiped away the bloodstains.

After listening to Xiaoqing's account, Huang Rong couldn't help but sigh. She turned her gaze to Huang Yaoshi and Song Yumei in the courtyard and said with a smile, "This is also Miss Song's good fortune. She has encountered such a wonderful opportunity, which is truly enviable. I originally wanted to teach Miss Song a few moves, but now that Father has generously offered his help, it's not my place to add anything unnecessary!"

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi slowly rose from the courtyard. Song Yumei first kowtowed to Huang Yaoshi, said a few words of gratitude, and then stood up. Her beautiful eyes darted around, and she saw Huang Rong and the others. Overjoyed, she flew into the room, grabbed Huang Rong's hand, and said with a smile, "Sister Huang, you've come! This time, we owe a great debt to your father, Senior Huang Yaoshi, otherwise our Jiangnan Heroines' Association would have been utterly humiliated!"

Huang Rong was about to reply when she suddenly saw her father, Huang Yaoshi, slowly walking out of the courtyard. She quickly pushed Song Yumei aside, flew after him, and called out, "Father, don't you even have time to say goodbye to your daughter? Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Song Yumei, Yang Guo, and Guo Fu also followed him out. They saw Huang Yaoshi slowly turn around, two clear, cold eyes shooting out from the eye holes of his mask, and he said indifferently... "Why should I greet you? I detest all these formalities. As my daughter, Huang Yaoshi's daughter, haven't you understood my temperament after all these years?"

Huang Rong was taken aback, then stamped her foot and cried out in a tearful voice, "Fine, fine, I understand, I understand! Get lost! The farther away you go, the better, it would be even better if you never came to see me again!"

Song Yumei quickly grabbed Huang Rong's arm and advised, "Sister Huang! Don't get agitated!..."

Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily, turned around and strode away, reciting aloud, "Get lost, get lost, the mighty Yangtze River flows eastward, wandering the ends of the earth, time flies. Dust settles on Peach Blossom Island, red plum blossoms bloom in the Heroines' Gathering..."

With the recitation, Huang Yaoshi disappeared into the night. After the recitation ended, a mournful flute melody rose again, making one feel extremely desolate.

The female swordsmen watching were once again astonished. One little girl thought, "Wow, Master Huang's entrance and exit were both so cool! It would be a lifelong regret not to get his autograph!"

Huang Rong, listening to the fading sound of the flute, couldn't help but sigh. She took Song Yumei's hand and said with a wry smile, "My father is just so eccentric. When he gets angry, he scolds people regardless of age or time. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Sister Song."

Song Yumei smiled and said, "Sister Huang, what are you saying? I admire Master Huang's eccentric spirit and envy Sister Huang's unconventional nature. You father and daughter..." "If the two of them didn't behave like this, they would be unworthy of the titles 'Old Eastern Heretic' and 'Little Eastern Heretic'!"

Yang Guo couldn't bear to listen any longer and yawned, saying, "Mother, President Song, could you two please put away your mushy talk for now? These sisterly words can wait until later. It's the middle of the night, freezing cold, and this is our first time visiting your esteemed headquarters. President Song, shouldn't you extend some hospitality? I've heard your Women's Association's special wine, 'Jade Skin Fragrance,' is quite good. How about we get a couple of cups to try?"

Huang Rong and Song Yumei giggled upon hearing this, exchanged a glance, and then Song Yumei... She said, “Yang Guo’er, so you want to drink. No need to rush, our Heroines’ Guild’s ‘Jade Skin Fragrance’ is prepared for distinguished guests like you! After I have someone prepare the dishes in the flower hall, you and your two children can drink to your hearts’ content!”

Yang Guo frowned and said, “President Song, what did you call me? Yang Guo is Yang Guo, Guo’er is Guo’er, what do you mean by calling me Yang Guo’er?”

Song Yumei smiled and said, “Calling you Yang Guo makes it too formal, and calling you Guo’er makes you sound too young, so in order to make everyone feel more intimate, and also to consider your self-esteem, I just call you …” "You, Yang Guo. Understand?"

Yang Guo shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this, saying, "Damn! You've even brought up English! We're all from the Central Plains, there's no need to yearn for that foreign culture. Shall we speak Chinese instead? Call me whatever you want! Right now, not only is my stomach rumbling, but my thirst for wine is also seeping into my bones. I implore you, Chairman Song, to hurry up and prepare so we can eat and drink our fill before we set off!"

So Song Yumei ordered the preparation of food and wine while inviting Huang Rong and her two children to sit in the reception hall. They had just sat down, and before the tea was even served, a sharp whistle was heard, and something flew into the hall with a cold wind, flew over everyone's heads, and landed with a "thud" on a mural on the east wall.

The mural depicted a woman in white dancing with a sword. Yang Guo stood before the mural, his eyes fixed on the full breasts of the white-clad woman in the painting. He was thinking how wonderful it would be if the woman in the painting could come to life, so he could bury his head in her unfathomable cleavage and kiss her fragrant body. Suddenly, with a whoosh, a gust of wind brushed his face like a knife, and an iron pole with a flag attached was stuck in the mural, right in the cleavage of the beautiful woman in the painting. Yang Guo was startled and hurriedly retreated.

Song Yumei shouted angrily, "Who dares to cause trouble at the headquarters of my Heroines' Guild?" She was about to fly outside the hall to investigate when Huang Rong grabbed her arm. Huang Rong said in a deep voice, "No need to chase after them! If this person dares to come, they must have some guts." The two walked hand in hand to the mural, where they saw that what was stuck in the painting was a strange flag. It was made of gray cloth, embroidered with a swirling black mist, and within the mist, the outline of a hideous skull was faintly visible.

Upon seeing it clearly, Huang Rong's expression changed drastically. She took a step back and exclaimed in a trembling voice, "The Yin Wind Banner! I never imagined the Yin Wind Sect would reappear in the martial world as expected!"

Song Yumei, Yang Guo, and Guo Fu were all bewildered upon hearing this, as none of them had ever heard of the Yin Wind Sect. Song Yumei exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Huang, what exactly is this Yin Wind Sect? I've never heard of it before, but just hearing the name, I know it's not a good sect!"

Huang Rong's gaze drifted to the vast night outside the flower hall, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes. She sighed deeply, gesturing for everyone to sit down at the table and not to touch the flag embedded in the mural. She said in a low voice, "You're all still young; it's not surprising you haven't heard of the 'Yinfeng Sect.' I only first heard of this mysterious and terrifying sect from my father five years ago, one evening while we were drinking and chatting!"

At this moment, a maid brought tea. Huang Rong took a sip and continued, "According to my father, the 'Yinfeng Sect' wreaked havoc on the martial world fifty years ago, causing a bloodbath. Wherever the 'Yinfeng Flag' went, it became their territory. Sister Song, you received the Yinfeng Flag tonight; it seems the Yinfeng Sect wants to recruit your Jiangnan Women's Heroes Association." According to the rules of the Yin Feng Sect back then, you must immediately set off for Yin Feng Mountain in Hubei to pay homage to the sect leader and show your loyalty. "

Song Yumei cursed, "Go to hell! We, the dignified Jiangnan Women's Heroes Association, have roamed the martial world for decades (actually only half a year), and have never bowed down to any sect to show our loyalty! What the hell is this Yin Feng Sect, daring to try and recruit our Women's Heroes Association! Sister Huang, do you think we can compromise?"

Yang Guo stuck out his tongue, thinking that this Chairman Song was clean and pretty, but her swearing was as bad as throwing mud, and she was just as good as him when she got angry. He couldn't help but feel a strange fondness for her and began to stare at her full breasts to admire them. His little penis gradually hardened.

Huang Rong smiled slightly and continued, "Fifty years ago, when the Yin Wind Sect dominated the martial arts world, there were many heroes and valiant men like Sister Song who possessed integrity. First was the Shaolin Sect. After receiving the Yin Wind Flag, they broke the flagpole and threw it out of the mountain gate. A little monk even urinated on that flag..."

Guo Fu chuckled upon hearing this, but then Huang Rong continued, "The Shaolin Sect did set a good example in the martial arts world, but just three days later, the head of the Shaolin Sect's abbot, Zen Master Puji, was hung on the plaque of the Great Buddha Hall, and that little monk who urinated on the Yin Wind Flag..."

Huang Rong shook her head at this point, her face pale, as if she couldn't bear to continue. Although Guo Fu was frightened, her curiosity remained strong, and she asked, "Mother, what happened to that little monk who peed? Did the Yin Wind Sect kill him too?"

Huang Rong sighed, "If he was just killed, like their sect leader, his head would be chopped off, which wouldn't be so tragic. That little monk was captured by the Yin Wind Sect, his penis was cut off, he was disguised as a handsome young man, dressed up in flamboyant clothes, and sent to the infamous 'Dragon Yang Pavilion' in the martial arts world. He was tortured to death by a group of vicious gangsters, and finally raped to death. After his death, his body was played with and tormented by those demons for a month before being thrown into a cesspool..."

Guo Fu broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this, and trembled as she said, "Wow, that's really tragic! I'm afraid that when that little monk gets to the underworld, even the King of Hell will shed a few tears for him, give him a green light for reincarnation, choose a good family for him to be reborn into, and exempt him from bribes..."

Yang Guo sighed, "Fu'er, you're still young. It's best to avoid listening to things that are inappropriate for children. Go find a room and do your homework!"

Guo Fu glared at him and snorted, "You're the one who's young! When I was playing CS, you were still playing Red Bean Cake! Go do your homework yourself!"

Yang Guo almost cursed again, but fortunately he controlled his emotions and listened as Huang Rong continued, "The second sect that dared to resist the Yin Wind Sect was the Kunlun Sect of Qinghai. Back then, when the Kunlun Sect's leader, Daoist Qingxu, received the Yin Wind Flag, he threw the flag into the incense ash burner..." He was reduced to ashes, and hurled many vile insults. The very next night, Master Qingxu was crippled, his tongue cut out, his limbs broken, and he was thrown into a pigsty, where he was trampled by a group of filthy pigs for days before finally dying a tragic death…”

Yang Guo, upon hearing this, waved his hands repeatedly and sighed, “Mother, just because you like watching disgusting films doesn’t mean everyone does. As for the stories of those who suffered terrible retribution for resisting the Yin Feng Sect, you can tell them later. Now, could you tell me what kind of sect the Yin Feng Sect is? Is their leader male or female? What is their name?” "What's your home address? What's your apartment number and floor? What do you do for a living? What are your hobbies? What's your favorite color? What snacks do you like? Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? When do you plan to get married?..."

This time, it was Huang Rong's turn to have a headache. She reached out and smacked Yang Guo on the head, scolding, "When did you become a fan of the Yin Wind Cult? What business is it of yours whether he has a boyfriend/girlfriend or when he gets married! I think Fu'er is right, you should go back to your room and do your homework!"

As she spoke, her expression suddenly turned serious. She took a sip of tea and continued, "This Yin Wind Cult first appeared in Jiang..." The lake was at the end of the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament. According to my father, that evening, the tournament had just concluded, and the title of the world's greatest martial artist was snatched away by Master Wang Chongyang, who also gained the right to keep the Nine Yin Manual. Master Wang was then a handsome middle-aged man, while my father, Huang Yaoshi (Eastern Heretic), Ouyang Feng (Western Poison), Duan Huangye (Southern Emperor), and Hong Qigong (Northern Beggar) were all just young men. Master Wang possessed superb martial arts skills and outstanding character; although he won the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he remained calm and composed, earning the sincere respect of the other masters.

Just as Master Wang picked up the box containing the Nine Yin Manual, tucked it under his arm, and was about to descend the mountain with the other masters, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through. With a whoosh, a banner embroidered with ghostly skulls flew overhead and landed diagonally on a rock. Then, two men in black, trailing grey cloaks, slowly emerged from the bushes. One of them reached out to Master Wang and said directly in a hoarse voice, "Wang Chongyang, hand over the Nine Yin Manual!" The masters were all shocked, thinking they had misheard. For this was the most elite group in the world... The area where masters sparred and debated was designated a forbidden zone for dozens of miles around, as unknown demons and monsters dared to cause trouble there. At that time, the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong, known for his boldness and impulsiveness, was disgusted by these pretentious underworld figures. He charged forward first, cursing, "Where did this little demon come from? I'll fuck your ancestors! Daring to cause trouble here, you're really asking for it!" He struck at the man in black who had spoken. The man wore a hideous ghost mask, and seemingly oblivious to Hong Qigong's approaching hand, he dodged and focused on attacking Wang Chongyang.

"Hong Qigong struck the masked man's right shoulder with a palm strike. The masked man's body only trembled slightly, but Hong Qigong was thrown backward by a huge recoil force, almost falling off the cliff. Fortunately, Emperor Duan of the South leaped up and supported Hong Qigong's back, thus preventing the young beggar from falling off the cliff. However, after landing, Hong Qigong was already staggering and spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering a serious injury."

"At this moment, the experts realized that there were always stronger opponents, and they had encountered some formidable figures. So, apart from Hong Qigong, the other experts, including my father Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, and Emperor Duan, went to stand in a row with Master Wang Chongyang, intending to join forces against the two mysterious men in black. The masked man who had knocked Hong Qigong away let out a sinister laugh and leaned forward, seemingly about to attack. But his companion suddenly chuckled and said, 'Brother, why bother showing off your martial arts to these mortals? As long as they obediently hand over the scriptures, we should refrain from killing!' The person who spoke was not wearing a mask, but only a light veil covering her face. Her voice was gentle and delicate, and she seemed to be a woman."

"Upon hearing this, the masked man immediately stopped and laughed, 'Little sister, you're right. Who are we to fight these people? As long as they hand over the Nine Yin Manual, we'll let them go.' Their banter completely disregarded the top-tier martial arts masters before them, infuriating the crowd. Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, could no longer contain himself. He braced himself on the ground, his buttocks raised, his belly heaving, and with a whoosh, he lunged forward, the air thick with the stench of toads. Ouyang Feng had unleashed his Toad Style technique with all his might. Wang Chongyang, unable to stop him, paled. With a loud 'pop,' the masked man merely flicked his palm, and Ouyang Feng, like Hong Qigong before him, was sent flying backward, landing beside Hong Qigong. The two sat side-by-side, meditating and healing their injuries."

Wang Chongyang and Emperor Duan, being rather cautious, did not make another move. Even if they had, they knew they were no match for the unfathomably powerful masked man. Wang Chongyang, thinking of the crucial importance of the Nine Yin Manual and determined not to let it fall into the hands of these evil heretics, simultaneously devised a plan to protect the manual and spoke with the two men in black to buy time. Wang Chongyang chuckled and clasped his hands, saying, "It seems martial arts are truly vast and boundless, with each mountain higher than the last. I have just won the Mount Hua Sword Tournament and was feeling quite proud of myself, but unexpectedly, I have immediately witnessed this brother's martial arts prowess. He has defeated two of the world's top masters with a mere flick of his wrist." "I am truly ashamed. It seems the winner of this first Mount Hua Sword Tournament should be this masked gentleman." The masked man snorted coldly, seemingly realizing that Wang Chongyang was merely stalling for time, and pressed forward, reaching out again, "Enough nonsense, hand over the scriptures!" Seeing that the masked man wasn't buying it, Wang Chongyang became extremely anxious, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He took out the wooden box containing the scriptures from under his arm, presented it to the masked man with both hands, and sighed, "This Nine Yin Manual is obscure and profound. Even if we few obtain it, we may not be able to decipher the mysterious martial arts within." "Your skill is so profound, you must be the true owner of this scripture. A gentleman would do you a favor, so please take the scripture!" The masked man coldly snorted, snatched the wooden box, opened the lid, glanced at it, and his expression changed instantly. He sneered, "Wang Chongyang, you dare to mock me? You're truly tired of living!" He then threw the wooden box to the ground, stretched out his hand again, and shouted, "Give it to me! I'll give you one last chance to live! If you dare to play tricks on me again, none of us here will leave this summit of Mount Hua alive!" Wang Chongyang and Emperor Duan were shocked upon hearing this, looking at the wooden box lying on the ground. Upon entering, they found the box empty. Wang Chongyang exclaimed, "Huh? Why is it empty? Where's the scripture?" After a moment of stunned silence, his gaze suddenly fell upon Ouyang Feng, who was sitting cross-legged healing his injuries. He roared, "You little poisonous creature, how dare you steal the scripture! Hand it over now!" Ouyang Feng, who was in the middle of cultivating his internal energy, was startled by the words and coughed up blood in anger, cursing, "Go to hell! Who stole the scripture? Wang Chongyang, don't frame me!" Duan Huangye, Huang Yaoshi, and Hong Qigong, who were present, were all puzzled. On one hand, they were puzzled as to why the scripture in the wooden box was missing, and on the other hand, they were puzzled as to why Wang Chongyang suspected Ouyang Feng of stealing it.

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