My Mother is the Charming Huang Rong (11)

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Yang Guo was reminiscing about the past, savoring the erotic fairy tales his mother, Mu Nianci, had told him, when suddenly he felt a jolt.

It turned out that the stallion he was riding had gone into heat again and was charging at its mother. Huang Rong let out an exaggerated scream, laughing as she leaped off the horse, letting the stallion climb onto the mare's back so she could mate with its mother from behind.

Yang Guo had no choice but to somersault off the little horse, cursing, "You little pony, I'll fuck your ancestors! Is your mother's cunt that satisfying? Dozens of times a day isn't enough! Aren't you afraid of dying from exhaustion tomorrow morning?!"

Huang Rong pulled her son aside and said softly with a smile, "Guo'er, let's not concern ourselves with other people's family affairs... You're about to fuck the cunts of two Tibetan princesses, don't you have anything to say to your mother?"

Yang Guo looked at his mother's pretty face and couldn't help but bury his head in her arms, smelling her fragrance, and said in a trembling voice, "Mother, of course Guo'er has something to say to you... Guo'er is actually very nervous... Although Guo'er has fucked many cunts, he still lacks experience in fucking the cunts of grassland beauties..."

Huang Rong gently stroked her son's hair and said softly, "Guo'er, don't be nervous. Actually, the cunts of grassland beauties are very easy to fuck. They are mostly straightforward, you don't need to talk to them about etiquette." "After crawling into the tent, just tear off your clothes and have sex... Actually, the biggest challenge you face tonight is how to satisfy both Tibetan princesses. Mother knows you prefer Princess Zhuoma, but you can't neglect Princess Sanna because of that. The number of times your little penis thrusts in and out of their holes should be as even as possible, you can't neglect one over the other..."

Yang Guo looked up and laughed: "Mother, don't worry, I never show favoritism towards beauties. Even if I prefer Princess Zhuoma, I'll just thrust into her ass a little longer... Mother, are you really planning to open your ass to me this once? You're not lying to your son, are you?"

Huang Rong chuckled: "When have I ever lied to you? Guo'er, don't think about my ass right now, think about what kind of sex techniques you should use tonight to deal with those two young and beautiful Tibetan princesses!"

At this moment, the young stallion finished venting on the mare, and Huang Rong and her son mounted their horses and continued riding forward. Yang Guo patted the little stallion's head and sighed, "Ah, little brother, I'm truly impressed by you. You keep getting involved with your mother while we're marching, forcing us riders to keep up with your pace. At this rate, when will we ever reach Yan'an? I think you should just settle down somewhere. Then you can be on your mother's back for twelve hours a day, and no one will bother you, and it won't affect our revolutionary cause..."

A babbling brook sounded ahead. Huang Rong exclaimed happily, "Water? That's wonderful! I was in such a hurry when we left that I forgot to drink water, I'm dying of thirst!"

She dismounted and led the horse to a stream that flowed through tall grass. The stream reflected the starlight, sparkling brilliantly. Huang Rong squatted down to scoop up some water to drink when she suddenly saw Yang Guo squatting down not far away, also preparing to drink. She frowned and called out, "Guo'er, you can't drink!..."

Yang Guo was also dying of thirst. Hearing his mother forbid him from drinking, he sighed, "Mother, you can drink, but you won't let me. Why is that?"

Huang Rong scooped up a handful of water, letting it flow through her fingers, and smiled, "This water, though so cool and clear, hasn't been filtered by my kidneys, so it's still..." "It's so sweet... Guo'er, don't you want to drink the stream water filtered through your kidneys?"

Yang Guo smiled bitterly upon hearing this, "Damn it, Mother, don't exaggerate! After the stream water is filtered through your kidneys, it becomes urine, doesn't it? If you want Guo'er to drink your urine, just say so! Why go through all this trouble?"

Huang Rong chuckled, scooped up some stream water and drank several mouthfuls until she was full. Then she went over and took Yang Guo's hand. The mother and son sat down side by side by the stream, admiring the beautiful night sky with its twinkling stars. Huang Rong said, "Guo'er, when Sister Mu was alive, did she ever tell you stories under such a starry sky? I think, given Sister Mu's sentimentality and romantic nature, she certainly wouldn't have let you have a dull, storyless childhood, would she?"

Yang Guo sighed, "Of course, Mother Mu Nianci told me stories. Mother, tonight, with this sky full of stars and the babbling brook, will you tell me a story too?"

Huang Rong stretched out her jade arm and gently put it around her son's shoulder, softly smiling, "Alright, then while I'm holding my pee, I'll tell you a story. Long, long ago, during the Warring States period, there was a great thinker named Mencius. When Mencius was young, his mother moved three times to find him a good learning environment, which is the famous story of 'Mencius's Mother Moving Three Times.' Now, on the last move, Mencius's mother took her son to live in a small valley with a flowing stream. It was full of exotic flowers and trees, and the scenery was beautiful. One night, Mencius was reciting his lessons by the stream. When he got tired, he knelt down by the stream, preparing to cup his hands to drink the water. But he didn't know..." His beautiful mother had been secretly watching him recite his lessons from upstream. When Mencius went to drink from the stream, she suddenly had a mischievous idea. She immediately took off her skirt and trousers upstream and urinated into the stream. Her urine flowed downstream and was caught by Mencius, who found the stream water especially sweet that night…”

Yang Guo nearly vomited blood upon hearing this, and said with a wry smile, “Mother, you really know how to rewrite history. This educational story of ‘Mencius’ mother moving three times’ has been transformed by you into…” This is an erotic fairy tale... Oh, Mom, let me tell you a story too! Long, long, long ago, there was a beautiful female knight-errant who had three sons, all around the same age. When the children were teenagers, one evening, the knight-errant mother felt bored and played a game with them. She placed three black hairs on the table, saying that these three hairs came from three different parts of her body—her head hair, her armpit hair, and her pubic hair. The mother had the children... Following their intuition, the child who chose the hair received a kiss on the forehead from their mother, the child who chose the armpit hair received a hug from their mother, and the child who chose the pubic hair received the ultimate reward of having sex with their mother. All three children, of course, wanted to have sex with their mother, so they all wanted to choose the pubic hair. However, the three hairs were the same color, and their length and scent were indistinguishable after processing, making it difficult to choose…”

Huang Rong listened with fascination and asked, “So, in the end, which of the three children chose the pubic hair?”

Yang Guo said, “The youngest child chose the pubic hair. Actually, he wasn’t lucky; it was because his mother loved him the most and secretly gave him a wink, deliberately letting him choose the pubic hair.” The youngest son jumped up happily. His two older brothers, however, were not satisfied. Out of jealousy, they suddenly attacked their little brother, striking his pressure points, and then attacked their mother, trying to rape her. The mother was very angry and quickly kicked her two sons to the ground, then took the youngest son’s hand and led him into the inner room… "After a whole night of sex education..."

Huang Rong deliberately asked, "How exactly did Mom teach her youngest son sex education?"

Yang Guo laughed, "Mom was very patient. First, she asked her youngest son if he had any sexual experience, and he shook his head and said no. Then she asked him if he had ever seen a woman's breasts and vagina. He said that apart from once when he and his two older brothers peeked into the girls' restroom and vaguely saw an older sister's vagina, he had never clearly seen that part of a woman's body. Mom then smiled and took off her upper body clothes, letting her youngest son see her breasts. Mom pinched her breasts and introduced them to her youngest son, saying, 'My child, look, these are Mom's breasts, the little bundles of flesh you loved to hold when you were little. Today, Mom will not only let you see these two breasts from the perspective of maternal love, but also let you enjoy Mom's breasts from a sexual perspective. My child, do you think Mom's nipples are pretty? Don't they look like black grapes? You ask what this dark red circle is? Let me tell you, this is the areola. When you suckle later, you must suckle the areola with your mouth, so that Mom will have more pleasure..."

"The mother patiently taught her youngest son how to play with a woman's breasts. She said, 'My child, first you must learn how to squeeze a woman's breasts. Hold the flesh in your palm, apply even pressure, and gradually increase the pressure. You must learn to pinch the nipple between two fingers and gently pull it. You must also learn to lick the woman's nipple with your tongue, remembering to lick the areola around the nipple as well. This way, you can make the woman's nipple hard in a very short time…'"

After introducing her breasts to her youngest son, the mother took off her skirt and pants, letting him examine her genitals closely. "My child, do you see? This is my cunt, also called my vulva, my pussy. Look, you were born from this little hole of mine. This hole at the top is where I pee. This hole at the very back is where I poop. You ask why I have so much black hair here? This is my pubic hair, also called pubic hair. I started growing pubic hair when I was fourteen. My child, do you feel anything when you see my cunt? Let me see your little penis, hee hee..."

"Mom was giving my little brother a sex education lesson in the inner room, while my two older brothers were lying outside, furious. The next morning, the two brothers were sound asleep when they were suddenly awakened by a wave of pleasure coming from their genitals. They opened their eyes and saw Mom squatting between them, using her slender hands to hold each of their penises, giving them a handjob. Mom said, 'Children, you older brothers are so irresponsible. You were jealous that your younger brother got pubic hair, and you even hit him. This is a serious violation of the socialist values of honor and shame advocated by the General Secretary. What did the Eight Honors and Eight Shames teach you? To take pride in unity and mutual assistance, and to be ashamed of harming others for personal gain; to take pride in honesty and trustworthiness, and to be ashamed of abandoning righteousness for profit... Children, you have truly disappointed your mother, but I still can't bear to neglect you too much, so let me give you two brothers a handjob! Does it feel good?...'"

"Although the two older brothers enjoyed the wonderful sensation of being masturbated by their mother, they were still very jealous of their younger brother, because the younger brother had their mother's whole body! The two older brothers had never even seen their mother's vagina! So the two older brothers secretly resolved to possess their mother. From then on, they diligently practiced martial arts, and two years later, while their mother was urinating in the grove, the two older brothers rushed in and gang-raped her..."

Yang Guo finished telling the story, and Huang Rong laughed, "Guo'er, although your story isn't very exciting, it still has some thematic educational value. You should learn from those two older brothers and diligently..." "Practice martial arts until one day you rape your mother, then you'll be truly skilled. Alright, the story is over, and I've had my pee ready. Guo'er, let's learn from the story of 'Mencius's mother moving three times.' I'll pee upstream, and you can go downstream to drink water, okay? Hehe..."

Yang Guo exclaimed, "Damn! Mother, you truly are Huang Rong's daughter. Everything you do has a refined taste, even feeding me urine is an imitation of Mencius's mother. Okay, I'll go downstream to drink water, and you can pee upstream..."

With that, he got up and ran to a spot downstream, lying down by the stream to drink. Huang Rong giggled, untied her skirt upstream, pulled down her trousers, and squatted down with her two snow-white buttocks facing the water. Huang Rong called out, "Guo'er, are you ready? Mother needs to pee..."

Yang Guo replied, "Mother, Guo'er is ready, go ahead and pee..."

So Huang Rong began to urinate in the stream, singing as she did so: "Oh... the moon hangs on the treetops, the stream flows quietly through the mountains... the boy scoops up water to drink, mother urinates upstream... oh... the boy drinks his mother's urine, replenishes his nutrients and makes him strong..."

Listening to his mother urinating upstream, Yang Guo buried his head in the stream and drank his fill. He found the water tasted sweet and fragrant, which he knew must be because it contained his mother's urine.

After drinking the urine, the mother and son mounted their horses and continued their journey. Huang Rong playfully asked, "Guo'er, do you think your mother's urine tastes better, or Aunt Huizhen's and that masked aunt's urine?"

Yang Guo scratched his head and chuckled, "Mother, that's a difficult question to answer... It's like comparing Guizhou Moutai and Sichuan Wuliangye; both are fine wines, each with its own strengths, so it's hard to compare. But in terms of taste, I still think Mother's urine is easier to drink, as if it has a faint tea flower fragrance..."

Huang Rong covered her mouth and laughed, "Guo'er, you really know how to flatter me! Your mother's..." "Even a pee becomes tea in your mouth. Since that's the case, Mother won't need to look for a toilet anymore. Guo'er, would you be willing to use your little mouth as Mother's chamber pot?"

Yang Guo replied, "Of course! Mother, from now on, whenever you need to pee, just come to Guo'er. Guo'er's mouth will be the instrument to relieve Mother's urgent need..."

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came: "Yang Guo, what about me? If I need to pee, would you be willing to be my chamber pot too?"

Yang Guo recognized the voice of the mysterious veiled woman and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I say, mysterious auntie, you always..." "You came so quietly, just as you left so quietly. You waved your sleeves, not taking away a single cloud..." Damn! Why am I reciting Xu Zhimo's poem? Mysterious Auntie, I can tell you're jealous of my mother. Don't be like that, we're all revolutionary fighters, we should be more open-minded, unity is the only way to defeat the enemy... "

The masked woman interrupted Yang Guo, coldly snorting, "Don't play poetry and revolutionary theory with me, I'll just ask you, if I want to pee, will you open your little mouth anytime?"

Before Yang Guo could answer, Huang Rong laughed, "Masked Sister... " "Don't be angry. Guo'er is actually very attached to you. Whenever you need to pee, Guo'er is always ready to be your toilet. Masked sister, are you also here to see Guo'er off to the tent?"

The masked woman's voice was elusive, coming from an unknown direction in the night: "Yes, I'm here to see him off. Rong'er, you should tell him what happened, otherwise he'll only know how to have sex, how can he gain any experience in the martial world!"

Yang Guo was very surprised to hear the masked woman call his mother "Rong'er," because apart from Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing, he had never heard anyone else call his mother "Rong'er." He looked at his mother and saw that her expression was natural, as if she found the masked woman's address quite normal. Yang Guo suddenly guessed that this masked woman must be very familiar with his mother, but who exactly was she?

Huang Rong laughed, "Don't worry, masked sister, I won't hinder Yang Guo's martial arts training. We're still a ways from the hillside where we'll pitch the tents, so I'll tell him about my rescue and our future plans."

The masked woman's voice softened, and she sighed, "Rong'er, I believe Yang Guo will grow up under your guidance... I'm leaving now, but before I go, hmph... I'm going to piss in Yang Guo's mouth..."

Yang Guo was trying to guess what the masked woman was thinking. Upon hearing the masked woman's identity, Yang Guo couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Sigh, mysterious auntie, I knew you were jealous of my mother feeding me urine. Sure enough, you couldn't hold back so quickly..."

The masked woman sneered, "Enough nonsense! If you don't want to suffer, get off your horse right now, open your mouth, and lie down on the ground!"

Yang Guo wanted to say something more, but Huang Rong gently persuaded him, "Guo'er, listen to your auntie, get off your horse and lie down! Your auntie loves you. Other boys don't even have the right to drink your auntie's urine!"

Yang Guo sighed and had no choice but to dismount and lie down on the ground. With a rustling sound of clothes breaking in the wind, the masked woman appeared beside him. Her two jade eyes, visible through the mask, flashed with a complex and impulsive expression. She first flicked her fingers to release a pressure point, then threw a silk scarf over Yang Guo's face to cover his eyes before starting to undo her belt.

Yang Guo sighed, "Ugh, damn it, mysterious auntie, if you're going to feed me urine, why are you afraid I'll see your private parts? You always cover my eyes, making me even more suspicious that you're someone I know. Can't you stop being so mysterious? Can't we just take off our masks and talk openly? The whole country was liberated long ago, and our Party's underground work should have ended by now..."

The masked woman chuckled playfully, "I want you to guess! You know I'm someone you know, but you still can't guess who I am! It'll drive you crazy!"

Saying this, she pulled down her night pants, squatted down, and wiggled her large, white buttocks, pouring urine onto Yang Guo's face. She asked with a smile, "Yang Guo, is Auntie's urine good? Compared to your mother's..." "How does your urine taste?"

Yang Guo sighed. "Auntie, your urine is like a high-class wine. I find it very pleasant. You don't need to compare it with other people's urine... It's getting late, and you have to go to work tomorrow. Auntie should go home and rest early..."

The masked woman's eyes flashed with a mischievous, childlike expression. She forcefully emptied her bladder, drenching Yang Guo's face until it was steaming hot. Finally, when she couldn't urinate anymore, she slowly stood up, pulled up her pants, and laughed, "Yang Guo, you better remember this: if you misbehave in the future, Auntie will punish you by making you drink my urine! If you really anger me, Auntie might make you eat my excrement! You better remember this!"

With that, she leaped up and disappeared into the night sky like a black butterfly.

Huang Rong smiled and flicked her finger, releasing Yang Guo's pressure points. Yang Guo lifted the silk scarf covering his eyes and leaped to his feet, looking at his mother and exclaiming, "Mother, you know who this masked aunt is, don't you?"

Huang Rong urged him to mount his horse, smiling slightly, "I'm only guessing; I can't be completely certain of her identity yet. Guo'er, there are some things you can't know too early, otherwise it will only harm you. All I can tell you now is that she is very beautiful, beautiful enough to make my own face pale. Guo'er, one day you will see her true face, and then happiness will come to you. Now, don't ask any more questions; let's hurry on our way! Time is not far off!"

So Yang Guo could only shake his head and spur his horse to follow behind his mother, galloping towards the hillside where the two Tibetan princesses had pitched their tents. Huang Rong teased her son a couple more times: "Guo'er, do you know what your mother is taking you to do?"

Yang Guo sighed: "Mother is taking me to fuck a big cunt, and Mother herself has a horny cunt too... Alright, Mother, that mysterious aunt is right, I can't just focus on fucking cunts and forget about the important matter. Tell me what happened after Qin Han kidnapped you!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong immediately looked at Yang Guo with loving eyes and said softly: "Guo'er, you've finally learned to care about current events. My Guo'er is finally growing up. Mother loves you so much..."

Then she told him what happened that night after she and the two Tibetan princesses were kidnapped by the handsome Qin Han. She said that the "Green-Clad Double Swords" suddenly betrayed her and used their acupoints to strike the two princesses. Huang Rong was also affected by the aphrodisiac incense and her acupoints were struck by Qin Han. Several ghostly black-clad youths carried two colorful sedan chairs and, led by Qin Han, used their unparalleled lightness skills to speed towards Hubei.

Huang Rong racked her brains for a way to escape while inside the sedan chair, but no matter how many unusual techniques she tried to break through the acupoints, she still couldn't undo the acupoints Qin Han had struck. She was greatly surprised, thinking that Qin Han must have received instruction from the Yin Feng Patriarch; his acupoint-striking techniques were so unpredictable that even her father Huang Yaoshi's acupoint-undoing techniques were ineffective. If she were to be taken to Yin Feng Mountain in Hubei and used as a training tool by the Yin Feng Patriarch, it would be worse than death.

Already anxious, the laughter and chatter of the two brothers in green outside the sedan chair made Huang Rong so angry she felt like vomiting blood. Luo Qingwen, the second brother with the green robe and twin swords, chuckled wickedly, "Brother, we two brothers have been down on our luck for too long, serving that old bastard Dongye King for over a decade, and now we're following his two slutty daughters around like servants. It's fucking awesome! This time we've joined the Yin Feng Sect, kidnapped two slutty princesses and that delicate, big slut Huang Rong, we should really enjoy ourselves..."

The eldest brother, Luo Qingbang, said in a deep voice, "Second brother, don't be so impatient. Now that we've joined the Yin Feng Sect, what good women can't we have? Don't worry about these three sluts. They're nothing new. I heard those two Tibetan princesses used to camp on the hillsides of Tibet, their cunts have long been ravaged by those handsome young men of the grasslands. And that Huang Rong, she looks young and beautiful, but she's actually an old woman who's given birth; her cunt must be dark and rotten, what kind of sun..." "

Luo Qingwen chuckled, "Brother, you're right, but for some reason, I just love Huang Rong's flirtatious nature. Even though I know she's not a virgin and has had children, I still love her flirtatious charm, especially her eyes—they're so beautiful when she blinks. I remember once knowing a beautiful female knight-errant who also had eyes as beautiful as Huang Rong's. One day, she winked at me, actually out of pure sisterly affection for her brother, but I thought she was seducing me, so I rushed over and slept with her. I think Huang Rong's beauty and eyes are like those of the female knight-errant I slept with; I want to fuck Huang Rong's asshole!"

The two brothers swore obscenities. Huang Rong, listening in the sedan chair, was furious. She vowed that if she could escape, she would make those damned "Green-Clad Twin Swords" brothers suffer and teach them a lesson for insulting women.

Suddenly, the sedan chair stopped, and she heard Qin Han's voice from ahead: "Who dares to be so bold? Seeing the Yin Feng flag clearing the way, you still dare to stalk around like this! If you know what's good for you

, get lost! If not, come out and die!" A cold, aged voice sneered, "Damn it! The Yin Feng Sect, which I painstakingly founded, has been ruined by you bunch of spendthrifts! You pretty boy dare to tell me to get lost? How rude! Did your mother only teach you how to fuck, and not how to respect the elderly?"

Huang Rong found this amusing and couldn't resist lifting the curtain to see what kind of expert had arrived. She saw the "Green-Clad Twin Swords" leap forward and stand shoulder to shoulder with Qin Han. The road ahead was completely dark, without a single person in sight.

Qin Han caught a strong stench of rotting corpses and was secretly alarmed, but he forced himself to remain calm and said in a deep voice, "Who exactly is this master? Why must you be an enemy of the Yin Feng Sect? The Yin Feng Ancestor is pursuing his grand plan to unify the martial world and is eager to find talented individuals. Since you possess unparalleled martial arts skills, why not join my Yin Feng Sect, display your talents, and create a great career in the martial world..."

The old, cold voice sneered, "Hehehehe, you pretty boy, you change your mind faster than a chameleon. Just now you told me to get lost, and now you've smelled my rotting..." The smell of corpses... and then he changed his tune, trying to persuade me to join the Yin Wind Cult. Heh heh heh heh, pretty boy, do you even know who I am?

Qin Han had a suspicion when he smelled the rotting corpses, and now, hearing the mysterious man's question, he was even more certain of his guess. A deep fear gripped him, and he stammered, "Senior, could you be...?"

Before he could finish, a chilling gust of wind, carrying the smell of rotting corpses, suddenly swept over Qin Han and the "Green-Clad Twin Swords" brothers, and then over the two decorated sedan chairs. This gust of wind made Qin Han feel dizzy, almost causing him to fall to the ground. When he opened his eyes again, the sight before him made him shudder violently, his knees buckling, and this time he truly collapsed to the ground!

The "Green-Clad Twin Swords" brothers and eight black-clad sedan chair attendants, after being swept away by the gust of wind, had become ten rotting zombies, their clothes tattered, black liquid oozing from their decaying bodies, a sight that was nauseating and terrifying.

Huang Rong and the two Tibetan princesses inside the sedan chair also felt the putrid, eerie wind that swept through it, but they only felt dizzy and didn't turn into corpses. Huang Rong realized that a powerful being had come to their rescue, and secretly delighted, she quickly lifted the sedan curtain and rushed out, pulling the two Tibetan princesses out as well. She covered Princess Sanna's mouth to prevent an exaggerated scream, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, my two sisters! Our comrades from the Party have come to save us! We're about to escape this sea of suffering!"

Princess Sanna trembled with fear as she stared at the ten rotting corpses, her voice trembling as she said, "Sister Huang, how did you know it was the Party that sent people to rescue us? Couldn't we have encountered another pervert?..."

A strange laugh rang out, and a zombie-like figure draped in a black cloak appeared like a ghost in the middle of the road. Its emerald green eyes shot towards Princess Sanna, and it sighed, "I say, young lady, your Party membership must be short, right? I can see you lack insight and experience; you need much more training on the revolutionary path! You can't even distinguish between comrades and enemies; how can you follow Chairman Mao in the revolution?"

After berating Princess Sanna, its gaze shifted to Qin Han, who was sitting on the ground trembling, and it sighed, "Young man, why are you trembling? Women look beautiful when they tremble, because their breasts jiggle. Who are you trying to impress? Do you even recognize who I am?"

Qin Han's lips trembled, and he was speechless for a moment. Huang Rong stared at the wrinkled zombie-like man and suddenly exclaimed, "You...you are the Corpse Immortal Elder Lu Tianding?!"

The zombie-like man was taken aback, looked at Huang Rong for a long while, and then laughed, "Hehe, you have a good eye, comrade! I never thought that after decades of seclusion and being imprisoned in a cellar for over ten years, reappearing in the world with such a haggard and weathered face, I would still be recognized by you at a glance! Oh dear, comrade, we..." " Shake hands, shall we? Which unit are you from? How many years have you been a Party member? What's your rank now? I think you're at least a deputy division-level officer, right?"

Huang Rong chuckled upon hearing this, "Senior Corpse Immortal, my name is Huang Rong. I'm the deputy island master of Peach Blossom Island, and also the leader and Party secretary of the Beggars' Sect. My rank is roughly equivalent to a deputy division-level officer... Senior Corpse Immortal, you flatter me too much! I don't deserve such praise! Actually, it's because my father, Huang Yaoshi, told me about your heroic deeds back then, so I've always been very..." "I admire your demeanor and often use your exemplary deeds to educate my children, hoping they can learn from you and become useful talents for the country and the nation. The impression you left on me is so profound that I recognized you the moment you appeared tonight! But Senior Corpse Immortal, what was the ambush you mentioned earlier? Has the Yin Wind Sect already undergone a change? Is the current Yin Wind Ancestor not you, but someone else?"

The Corpse Immortal looked up at the night sky, his eyes filled with resentment, and sighed, "The Yin Wind Ancestor is of course not me, but my brother Lu Tianchui. Back then, he, like me, admired my senior sister, Xiaolongnu, but Xiaolongnu was indifferent to him—like a hen laying eggs in the snow! But my brother is very cunning, unlike my fiery temper. After being rejected by Xiaolongnu, he went into seclusion to diligently practice martial arts and evil arts. Ten years ago, he suddenly broke through the many traps and blockades in my Yin Wind Mountain, appearing before me like a ghost, frightening..." I jumped in surprise. "Little brother," I said, "where have you been all these years? Do you know how hard I've searched for you? I even found the bodies of the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain, but I couldn't find you! I thought you were dead, but I never expected you to return today! This is a blessing for the Yin Wind Sect, a blessing for the nation, a blessing for the people!" The younger brother smiled faintly and said, "Brother, I've returned this time to help you deal with the Ghost Tomb Sect. I know you are deeply in love with Senior Sister Xiaolongnu and will marry no one but her, so I'm willing to do everything in my power to help you break through the Ghost Tomb Sect, make Senior Sister Xiaolongnu my sister-in-law, and let you get what you want..."

As the Corpse Immortal was speaking, Huang Rong couldn't help but laugh and sigh, "Senior Corpse Immortal's younger brother speaks so beautifully, it must have moved you greatly, right? It's a pity that this so-called brotherly affection has blinded you, Senior Corpse Immortal. What happened later must have made you regret it deeply, right?"

The Corpse Immortal gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, I regret it more than I regret it! I regret it to the core!" "Your eyes are all green! Actually, my disciple Yin Rugui told me before, 'Master, don't spend all your time figuring out how to pick up girls, watch more movies...'"

Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise, "Watch movies?"

The Corpse Immortal sighed, "Yes, my disciple said I should watch more movies, especially 'Lust, Caution' and 'The Warlords.' He said these two movies are very educational for men because there's a saying in the martial arts world: 'After watching 'Lust, Caution,' you'll never trust women again; after watching 'The Warlords,' you'll never trust brothers again.' Oh dear, I really regret not watching those two movies back then to save money, especially 'The Warlords.' That's why I so blindly believed in so-called brotherhood, thinking my brother Lu Tianchui really came to help me attack the Ghost Tomb Sect. I forgot he was also lusting after Xiaolongnu; his help was actually to take my place and lead the Yin Wind Sect. Sure enough, I treated him to good food and drink every day, and even searched for beautiful women from all over to let him seduce me." " He took advantage of my drunkenness one night and struck my acupoints, causing my blood to flow backwards, making me suffer terribly. Then he threw me into the cellar, where I was trapped for ten years..."

Huang Rong asked in surprise, "What kind of acupoint striking technique is this? How could it trap Senior Corpse Immortal in the cellar for ten years?"

The Corpse Immortal sighed, "My brother's martial arts are unpredictable, and his skill is definitely no less than mine. He used a strange technique to strike my acupoints, intending to trap me in the cellar and torture me to death. I actually spent a few days circulating my internal energy to relieve the pain of the reversed blood flow, but I couldn't break through several key blocked acupoints to restore my power. So I faked my death using the Turtle Breathing Technique, hid in the cellar for ten years, and survived by eating rat meat. Finally, half a month ago, I broke through the acupoints and escaped from the cellar..."

Princess Sanna couldn't help but ask, "Senior, now that you've escaped, why don't you go and take revenge on your despicable brother? Why do you have to wander the martial world?

" The old immortal squinted and chuckled, “Little comrade, that’s why I say you’re inexperienced and haven’t been a member of the Party for long. How can this be called wandering the martial world? This is called observation and learning! I’ve been in the cellar for ten years, and the outside world has changed a lot! Society is developing, and science and technology are advancing by leaps and bounds. You can’t afford not to learn, or you’ll fall behind the times…”

After a pause, he said bitterly, “Actually, I really want to go find my wicked brother right now and strangle him to death, but that kind of revenge is too low-class and doesn’t show the style of me, the Corpse Immortal. I plan to play with him slowly and kill him! Hmph, I originally thought that after he took over my position and took charge of the Yin Wind Sect, he would immediately attack the Ghost Tomb Sect and pursue Little Dragon Girl. But I found that he’s just as cowardly as I am. Before Huang Shang kicked the bucket, he didn’t dare to let the Yin Wind Sect reappear in the martial world. Only after Huang Shang died did he dare to come out and show off, trying to unify the martial world like I did back then, concentrating the power of the whole society to attack the Ghost Tomb Sect. But he overestimated himself. I have spent my whole life…” "He can't even manage it with his own efforts, yet he thinks he can do it with a wave of his arm? He's dreaming! Huh? —"

The Corpse Immortal looked Huang Rong up and down, then laughed, "Little girl, what did you say your name was? Huang Rong? Huang Yaoshi's daughter? Oh dear, I was so busy talking that I didn't notice you're actually Comrade Huang's daughter! Back then, Comrade Huang was praised by Chairman Huang Shang for being young and promising, with a bright political future. Although I have some grudges against Chairman Huang Shang, I still admire your father. Comrade Huang Rong, I heard you want to rally all the righteous people in the martial world to resist the threat of the Yin Wind Sect. You have great ambition, worthy of being the deputy island master of Peach Blossom Island and the Party Secretary of the Beggars' Sect. I admire you, so I came to rescue you tonight!"

Huang Rong's pretty face flushed slightly, and she smiled, "Senior Corpse Immortal, your words have given us revolutionary youths so much encouragement, we are truly moved. I would like to ask, since you have already escaped, Senior Corpse Immortal, what specific..." "A plan? I think Senior Corpse Immortal is mainly considering two things: one is how to clean house and deal with Lu Tianchui, and the other is still the issue of attacking the Ghost Tomb Sect. Is Senior Corpse Immortal truly unwavering in his devotion to Little

Dragon Girl?" The Corpse Immortal stared at Huang Rong's face, a barely perceptible look of desolation flashing in his eyes, and sighed, "Comrade Huang Rong, I can tell you're trying to persuade me, to stop being so foolish. Since Senior Sister Little Dragon Girl truly has no feelings for me, I should know when to back down and gracefully give up. Alas, after decades of inner struggle, I've already come to a realization: forced love is never sweet, and besides, I really can't force this. My Senior Sister Little Dragon Girl is the most extraordinary woman in the world; only the one who can see the secret map in the Nine Yin Manual is her true love. After I deal with that bastard Lu Tianchui, I will change the Yin Wind Sect's basic strategy, from attacking the Ghost Tomb Sect to uniting with the Ghost Tomb Sect, helping Senior Sister Little Dragon Girl find the one who can see the secret map, and fulfilling her long-cherished wish..."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong clapped her hands and laughed, "Damn! Senior Corpse Immortal, you are truly the most devoted lover in the world! You have elevated what was originally selfish love to a higher level, searching for the one you love for the sake of the one you love. This great sacrifice and dedication is truly moving! Oh yeah! Senior Corpse Immortal, I admire you!..."

The Corpse Immortal laughed heartily, then turned to Qin Han, who was sitting on the ground trembling, and said, "Pretty boy, the moonlight is beautiful tonight, and I'm in a good mood, so I'll spare your life. Go back and tell Lu Tianchui that his brother worked in the Underworld for ten years, but due to poor work ability and performance, he was fired by the King of Hell and has returned to this lovely human world. Hurry up and get out of here, don't wait..." "The moon will be obscured by clouds in a moment, and I'll be in a bad mood, so I'll take it out

on you again!" Qin Han had long guessed that the terrifying old zombie was none other than the Corpse Immortal, Lu Tianding. Half a month ago, ever since the Corpse Immortal's body disappeared from the cellar, Yin Feng Ancestor Lu Tianchui had been living in constant fear. One day, after drinking, he said to Qin Han, whom he had taken in as a confidant, "Little Qin, there's only one person in this world who can terrify me. Do you know who it is?"

Before Qin Han could answer, Lu Tianchui answered himself, "It's my brother, the Corpse Immortal, Lu Tianding, whom I murdered! Actually, I didn't want to kill him ten years ago, but I really liked Little Dragon Girl, so I had to eliminate a strong rival in love. Little Qin..." "This is love at work, do you understand?"

Qin Han felt like vomiting upon hearing this, but dared not show the slightest disrespect. He could only greatly praise the love of the Yin Feng Ancestor and asked, "Ancestor, since you believe that the Corpse Immortal Elder is not dead and has escaped the cellar, shouldn't we immediately issue a Yin Feng kill order to hunt him down and kill him in the martial world to eliminate future troubles?"

Yin Feng Ancestor Lu Tianchui sighed, "Little Qin, when will you be able to break free from these simplistic thoughts of fighting and killing and develop a little more political wisdom? Do you think those Yin Feng assassins can kill the Corpse Immortal Elder? Even if the Yin Cult Leader and the Feng Cult Leader were to take action, they wouldn't be a match for that Corpse Immortal Elder! Besides, Yin..." Ru Gui and Feng Ruihua were coerced into pledging allegiance to me back then, and they already harbor resentment towards me. They would never help me in a critical moment! It's a pity that I haven't fully mastered the Precious Jade Divine Skill yet, otherwise I could personally take action and perhaps defeat that Corpse Immortal Elder. Alas... Sigh, you should still follow the list I gave you and quickly search the martial arts world for beautiful women with high martial arts skills to help me master the ninth level of the Precious Jade Divine Skill as soon as possible so that I can deal with powerful enemies..."

So Qin Han left Yin Feng Mountain in Hubei and wandered to Jiangnan. He met Huang Rong, who was on the list, and kidnapped her and two Tibetan princesses. Unexpectedly, he hadn't even traveled a hundred miles when he encountered the Corpse Immortal Elder. How could he not be terrified?

Upon hearing the Corpse Immortal Elder's words, he didn't say a word, leaped up from the ground, and disappeared into the night.

The Corpse Immortal flicked his finger, releasing the pressure points that had bound Huang Rong and the two Tibetan princesses. He chuckled, "My ten years of studying at the underground acupoint university haven't been in vain. I'm now practically an expert in undoing various acupoint techniques. I plan to open an acupoint-undoing company, specializing in undoing difficult and complicated acupoints. Maybe I can make some money..."

Huang Rong laughed, "Senior Corpse Immortal, you're so business-minded! We'll always support you. However, our main task right now is dealing with the Yin Wind Ancestor and settling our score with the Ghost Tomb Sect. Senior Corpse Immortal, you said you wanted to help your senior sister, Little Dragon Girl, find her true love. How exactly do you plan to begin?"

The Corpse Immortal pondered, "How to begin?" "Hmm, this isn't a simple problem; it involves too many things... I'll wait until I deal with my damned brother Lu Tianchui before convening a general meeting of all members of the Yin Feng Sect to discuss this in detail... What time is it now? Damn it! It's time for me to practice my chess skills again! Where is the Ghost Flower Chess Boy?!"

With the Corpse Immortal's call, light footsteps echoed in the night. Soon, several alluring beauties dressed as young boys appeared around the Corpse Immortal. Some carried small tables and stools, while others carried chessboards and chess boxes. They quickly set up a chessboard in the middle of the road and invited the Corpse Immortal to sit down.

Huang Rong and the two Tibetan princesses were both surprised and asked, "Senior Corpse Immortal, who are you going to play chess with so late at night on the official road?"

The Corpse Immortal smiled and suddenly called out, "You brat, why aren't you coming out to practice with me? Are you really dead?"

As the Corpse Immortal called out, a slender, masked woman in black appeared like a ghost and sat down opposite him, smiling faintly, "Master, what's the rush? Didn't you lose to me every time? You still dare to play with me?"

Huang Rong trembled when she saw the masked woman, because from that slender figure, she remembered someone, and she could tell that the woman's voice had been deliberately altered, but she couldn't believe her guess, because she felt it was absolutely impossible!

The Corpse Immortal was playing chess with the masked woman. After placing a few pieces, two alluring young women with long hair crawled under the table, unbuckled the Corpse Immortal's belt, and pulled out his dark, wrinkled penis from his crotch. They began taking turns licking and sucking it with their cherry-like lips…

Hearing this, Yang Guo exclaimed nervously, “Damn! Mother, the Corpse Immortal is really good at chess! Is he using some kind of evil magic to seduce you into sucking his penis too?”

Huang Rong glared at Yang Guo and scolded, “Guo’er, what do you take your mother and these two Tibetan aunties for? Are we some kind of horny bees and butterflies? Wanting to suck every penis we see…” At the time, I didn't find the Corpse Immortal's strange behavior of playing chess and performing oral sex strange… "I'm very concerned, because I already know from your maternal grandfather that the Corpse Immortal is an eccentric genius who doesn't follow worldly rules. At that time, my eyes were fixed on that ghostly, masked woman in black, and I felt she looked like someone..."

Yang Guo's heart pounded, and he said in a trembling voice, "Isn't that masked woman in black the mysterious aunt who tricked me? Mother, you recognize her? Tell me quickly, who is she?"

Huang Rong, however, began to keep him in suspense, winking and smiling seductively, "The question of who she is involves too many things, the issue is too complicated, and without the approval of the State Council General Office, I cannot announce it to the public. So, Guo'er, on this matter, I can only say I'm sorry. Hehe..."

Yang Guo felt like vomiting blood, but Huang Rong continued on her own. Meanwhile, the Corpse Immortal was playing chess with the mysterious masked woman in black, looking calm and composed, seemingly unaffected by the "flute playing" of the two alluring young women under the table. The two Tibetan princesses blushed. Princess Zhuoma turned her head away first, while Princess Sanna frowned and said, "Oh dear, what are they doing! Luckily Yang Guo isn't here, otherwise this erotic scene would definitely affect his studies..."

Huang Rong laughed, "Sister Sanna, you're wrong. If Guo'er were here, not only would it not affect his studies, but it would also motivate him to study, because I've always taught him, 'Child, you must study hard. Only by studying hard can your little pecker be...'" "Only those pretty aunties and older sisters like it, so they might put their little penises into their cherry-like mouths..."

After a pause, Huang Rong smiled and asked the Corpse Immortal Elder, "Senior Corpse Immortal, your elegant chess style truly puts the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove to shame! Playing the flute and discussing chess in the middle of the road under the moonlight, it's truly unprecedented and unparalleled! May I ask who this young lady is playing chess with Senior Corpse Immortal? Why is she veiled and won't let us see her beautiful face? Can't we observe and learn from this young lady's beauty?"

The veiled woman chuckled lightly but did not answer. The Corpse Immortal chuckled, “Comrade Xiao Huang, you don’t need to provoke her into removing her veil. Before she masters my Fragrant Corpse Demon Technique, she promised me she wouldn’t remove her veil from anyone, not even her… oh dear, I almost let it slip… Anyway, Comrade Xiao Huang, just know that she’s my disciple and that you two are comrades-in-arms. Don’t reveal her identity now, because it involves Party secrets. On the day the whole country is liberated, you will know who she is…”

Huang Rong smiled bitterly upon hearing this, "Damn! Senior Corpse Immortal, we don't need to wait until the day the whole country is liberated, do we? That's too long. I just want to ask this young lady, was it you who twice broke into my Yang Guo's room, acupunctured that child, and forced him to masturbate? Don't deny it, I've heard Yang Guo describe your agility and heroic figure, you can't fool me..."

The masked woman held a chess piece between her slender fingers, gently tapping the chessboard, and said with a faint smile, "Rong'er, you have a sharp eye. I can admit, the person who acupunctured Yang Guo and forced him to masturbate was..." "It's me, do you have any objections?"

Hearing her called "Rong'er," Huang Rong was startled, her suspicions reaffirmed, but she still couldn't quite grasp the situation. She smiled bitterly, "I have no objections! I just don't understand, sister, what is your motive for doing this?"

The masked woman seemed slightly taken aback, striking a chess piece on the board with a "snap," her voice trembling slightly, "Motive? There's no motive... I just like Yang Guo, I want to cherish him, but I can't reveal my true face to him right now, so I can only use this special method..." "This is how I express my affection for him... Rong'er, you've guessed who I am, haven't you? I know you're very smart, you must have guessed it, but please keep it a secret for me. Before I master the Fragrant Corpse Demon Art and research the medicine to produce breast milk, don't tell anyone, including Yang Guo, who I am..."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong finally confirmed her guess, and was truly shocked, while also feeling a surge of joy. However, her expression remained natural, and she smiled and said, "Masked Sister, don't worry, I will definitely keep your secret and won't tell anyone..."

The two Tibetan princesses were extremely interested in the "milk-producing medicine," especially Princess Zhuoma. Although her expression was calm, her eyes betrayed her excitement. She asked in a trembling voice, "Masked sister, do you have a medicine that can make women produce milk? Is it true?" The

masked woman smiled faintly, "I am currently researching this medicine; I haven't figured it out yet. Alas, it is precisely because I am researching this medicine that I cannot show my true face to anyone..."

Huang Rong interjected, "I can guess that it must be because you, sister, once swore an oath that you would not stop until you researched the medicine..." "The medicine in your breast milk will never reveal your true face to Yang Guo. This is also because of your love for Yang Guo, isn't it?"

The veiled woman sighed, "Yes, I owe Yang Guo so much. Without breast milk, I feel I can hardly see him, because breast milk is the vital liquid that I use to love him..."

She glanced at Princess Zhuoma and chuckled, "What, this Tibetan girl also wants to produce breast milk? Do you also have a strong desire to breastfeed Yang Guo?"

Princess Zhuoma's pretty face flushed slightly. She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke frankly, "Yes..." "To be honest, from the first moment I saw Yang Guo, I felt an inexplicable fondness for him, a strong desire to put my nipples in his mouth and let him suckle... Many nights I dreamed of holding my breasts and spraying milk onto Yang Guo until he was submerged..."

She looked at Princess Sanna, her voice trembling, "Sister, what about you? Don't you also have the desire to breastfeed Yang Guo? I can tell you like him very much!"

Princess Sanna's breathing became rapid. "Come on," she said in a trembling voice, "Sister, I don't just have a desire to breastfeed Yang Guo, I also have a strong urge to wrap him up... I've dreamt many times that Yang Guo has turned into a tiny person, and I've wrapped him tightly with my two labia majora, almost suffocating him..."

The conversation between the two princesses made all the women present's nipples harden, even the alluring young girls who had been taking turns sucking the Corpse Immortal's penis under the table reacted. One of the girls spat out the Corpse Immortal's penis and asked, "Who exactly is Yang Guo? Can we sisters also..." "He's sucking on my nipples?"

Huang Rong laughed. "Regarding the question of who Yang Guo really is, I can proudly tell you that Yang Guo is my son. Little sister, do you know what a son is? A son crawls out of my cunt... You also want him to suck on your nipples? That's a very promising idea! Oh yeah, I support you, but now I still want to ask Senior Corpse Immortal, when will your game of chess end?"

After being played with by several alluring young women, the Corpse Immortal's penis had finally grown thicker. Hearing Huang Rong's question, the Corpse Immortal seemed not to hear, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, his brows furrowed deeply. The masked woman's chess skills seemed far superior to the Corpse Immortal Elder's. She held a chess piece between her slender fingers, gently shaking it, and chuckled, "Rong'er, don't disturb my master's chess game. He's been trying to cultivate his concentration for a long time, devising this method of playing chess. If one day he can beat me, and his penis can hold its own without ejaculating, his concentration will reach a new level. But today, I think my master is still no match..."

Before the masked woman could finish speaking, the Corpse Immortal Elder dejectedly threw the chess piece into the chess box, sighing, "Damn it, I lost again!"

At the same time, his black penis finally succumbed to the stimulation of those cherry-like mouths, ejaculating several streams of not-too-viscous semen onto the face of a seductive young woman.

Seeing this, Huang Rong couldn't help but laugh, "Senior Corpse Immortal, your method for cultivating concentration is truly excellent. I'll have my Yang Guo play chess like that someday. I'll play against him, and I'll have several beautiful women crawl under the table to give him oral sex. I guarantee he'll die from exhaustion! Hehe..."

The masked woman sighed, "Rong'er, you absolutely mustn't let Yang Guo try this method of playing chess. He's young and impetuous, his blood and energy are too strong. I'm worried that if he imitates my master's method of cultivating concentration through chess, not only will his concentration not increase, but he might very well die from exhaustion..."

Huang Rong chuckled. "Sister, you really care about Guo'er! I was just joking. Did you really think I'd let Guo'er try such a sensual way of playing chess? With his lecherous looks, he'd be spurred on by beauties before he even made a few moves... Senior Corpse Immortal, don't be sad. I can see that although you failed this time, your willpower is improving with each game. One day, you'll surround my masked sister on the chessboard, and your 'sticks' will be completely numb to beauties. At that time, you'll be invincible!"

At this moment, those alluring young women stood side by side behind the Corpse Immortal. The Corpse Immortal sighed deeply, scattering the chess pieces with a flick of his hand. He said, “Comrade Xiao Huang, please don’t try to comfort me. My infatuation with Senior Sister Xiaolongnu stemmed from my weak willpower, bordering on foolishness. Although I’ve come to my senses, I still need to temper my spirit until I reach a state of perfect inner peace, only then can I truly escape the shadow of my infatuation with Senior Sister Xiaolongnu. The reason I’ve come to you today is to inquire about the whereabouts of your father, Huang Yaoshi. I know the Nine Yin Manual is in his possession, but he certainly won’t believe I’ve abandoned my plan to attack the Ghost Tomb Sect, much less hand over the manual to me. Therefore, I wish to ask…” "Please mediate between me and your father to clear up the misunderstanding and jointly protect the Nine Yin Manual, lest it fall into the hands of my younger brother, Lu Tianchui, and affect my plan to help my senior sister, Xiaolongnu, find her true love."

Huang Rong still harbored doubts about the secret diagram on the Nine Yin Manual, frowning as she said, "Please rest assured, Senior Corpse Immortal, as long as I speak up, my father will most likely take my advice. However... the matter of the secret diagram has been circulating throughout the martial arts world for fifty years, and now the Ghost Tomb Sect has only just released the news that only Xiaolongnu's future husband can see the secret diagram on the manual. I find this matter rather strange, and it seems rather suspicious..."

The Corpse Immortal chuckled, “Comrade Huang, your suspicions are valid, but I can vouch for it with my Party membership and personal integrity. Although my senior sister, Little Dragon Girl, is ruthless and cruel, she is not one to feign mystery. She said there is a true prince who can see the secret map, and that person must exist. I believe that not only do we want to find this person, but those petty villains in the martial world, led by my brother Lu Tianchui, also want to find him to blackmail Little Dragon Girl and break through the Ghost Tomb Sect. Therefore, I think our current focus should be on protecting the true scripture and finding Little Dragon Girl's true prince. Comrade Huang, do you have any objections to what I've said?”

Huang Rong smiled, “Senior Corpse Immortal’s words are far-sighted, comprehensively analyzing the domestic and international situation, and providing specific and feasible guidance for our current work.” "Your words are truly insightful and admirable! We have no further objections; we'll just relay and execute them. However… my father is always elusive. To protect the Nine Yin Manual, he would never easily reveal himself. But a few days ago, he gave me marching instructions at the Jiangnan Heroines' Gathering, ordering us to go to the Quanzhen Sect. I think my father might meet me there. Senior Corpse Immortal, why don't you come with us…?"

The Corpse Immortal waved his hand and said, "I won't go with you for now. To be honest, your father Huang Yaoshi and I had some minor disagreements and misunderstandings back then. It's not a good time to meet now. Please express my sincerity for cooperation to him first before discussing the meeting. Alas, it was my fault back then. I played a game of mahjong with your father, and we argued over a simple matter of who could win." "They argued, and things got ugly. I insulted your father's ancestors, and he said he wanted to sleep with my grandmother. It made things very unpleasant, so..."

Huang Rong laughed upon hearing this, "So, Senior Corpse Immortal had a disagreement with my father over such a trivial matter. Actually, it's alright. My father isn't one to hold grudges, and Senior Corpse Immortal is even more magnanimous. I believe that with my diplomatic mediation, you two will definitely be able to put aside your past grievances, uphold the spirit of the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence, turn enemies into friends, and establish good diplomatic relations in politics, economics, and culture, achieving peaceful development in Southeast Asia..."

The Corpse Immortal nodded repeatedly, smiling, "Very good, very good. Comrade Huang, you have great diplomatic talent. At the next State Council Party Group meeting, I will nominate you as Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs." "Alright, that concludes today's meeting. I'll continue my investigations in the martial world. Comrade Xiao Huang, you two go to the Quanzhen Sect on Zhongnan Mountain and try to arrange a meeting between me and your father, Huang Yaoshi, as soon as possible.

You brat..." The Corpse Immortal paused, staring at the masked woman opposite him, a look of affection flashing in his eyes. He said softly, "Don't follow your master for a while. Your master wants to travel alone and have some peace and quiet. You really want to see Yang Guo, right? Go find him then, but remember your vow: before you master the Fragrant Corpse Demon Art and create the lactation-inducing medicine, don't let Yang Guo see your true face. You'll also temporarily lead and command these Ghost Flower Chess Children. Take care, you brat..."

Before he finished speaking, the Corpse Immortal's figure flickered and disappeared from the chessboard. The alluring ghost chess players knelt down on the spot, respectfully saying, "Respectfully bidding farewell to the Corpse Immortal!"...

Huang Rong went over to support the veiled woman who was swaying with grief, and asked, "Veilted sister, why did the Corpse Immortal call you 'dead girl'? That's a strange title..."

The veiled woman gazed at the vast night and sighed, "That title is my master's affectionate nickname for me. When my master found me, I was a dead girl on the verge of death. It was my master who revived me with divine magic and taught me various martial arts... Rong'er... I want to go and rescue Yang Guo alone now, and help him trick and take revenge on the three brothers of the Flower Picking Hall. You all go to Lin'an and wait for me." "How's the news?"

Huang Rong knew that the veiled woman loved Yang Guo dearly and shared the same playful thoughts, wanting to spend time alone with him, making sexual jokes to stimulate his desires. She sighed softly, stroked the veiled woman's shoulder, and said gently, "Sister, I understand your feelings... Go ahead, we'll wait for you in Lin'an..." The

veiled woman then led her group of alluring ghost chess players away. The two Tibetan princesses followed Huang Rong to Lin'an, and along the way, they couldn't help but ask Huang Rong about the veiled woman's identity. Huang Rong naturally didn't reveal the truth, only saying that the matter was of great importance and should be kept secret for now, but that she would definitely let the two princesses know later. The two princesses then refrained from asking further questions.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo exclaimed, "Damn! So that's how Mother and the mysterious aunt met? I'm getting more and more curious about her identity! Who is she? Also..."

A lecherous look appeared on Yang Guo's face as he asked, "According to Mother, the mysterious aunt came to rescue me with a group of beautiful ghost chess children. But that night, why did I only see the mysterious aunt with those two incestuous white horses? Where were the ghost chess children?..."

Huang Rong glared at Yang Guo and scolded, "What, Guo'er, do you also want to learn from the Corpse Immortal and cultivate that kind of lustful chess-playing composure? Let me tell you, those ghost chess children are all cursed demonesses who specialize in absorbing men's essence to increase their magical power. Only a master of the Corpse Immortal's level could use such demonesses to practice. If you want to have sex with those demonesses, you'd have to cultivate a peerless divine skill like the Corpse Immortal's!"

Hearing this, Yang Guo could only stick out his tongue and smile bitterly, thinking that his mother was encouraging him again. The mysterious aunt must have thought the same as my mother—that she didn't bring those alluring young chess players to see me, fearing it would deplete my vital essence. If I wanted to play with those seductive young girls, I'd probably have to wait until I'd mastered martial arts.

Thinking this, my little penis involuntarily hardened. Turning to look at my mother Huang Rong's full breasts swaying with the horse's movements, I really wanted to pounce on her and kiss and molest her, but remembering my political mission tonight—crashing into the tent—I had to suppress my lust for my mother, spurring my horse forward. Soon, I reached the foot of a small hill near the temple fair.

By the moonlight, Yang Guo saw a small tent pitched halfway up the hill, surrounded by flowers. The night breeze carried the fragrance of the flowers to Yang Guo's nostrils. Yang Guo took a deep breath, and heard his mother, Huang Rong, laugh, "Guo'er, do you see that? That little tent on the hillside will soon become a historical witness to national unity and Han-Tibetan friendship. You must cheer up and strive to engage in cultural exchanges with the two princesses. Don't let down the expectations of the Party and the people..."

Then she and Yang Guo dismounted. Just as Yang Guo was about to run up the hillside, Huang Rong stopped him, laughing, "Guo'er, what's the rush? Mother has something to tell you!"

She then knelt down before Yang Guo. Yang Guo was startled and quickly reached out to pull his mother away, his voice trembling, "Mother, why are you kneeling before me? This is unacceptable, it will shorten my lifespan!"

Huang Rong, however, brushed her son's hand away, and while unbuckling his belt, she said with a playful smile, "Guo'er, you don't need to feel embarrassed. A mother who loves her son is willing to kneel before him. Before you go into the tent, I want to encourage you a little more..."

As she spoke, she took out Yang Guo's penis, and with both hands, through his night clothes, grasped her two large breasts, sandwiching Yang Guo's penis between her breasts, rubbing it up and down, while looking up at her son's face, her voice trembling, "Guo'er, according to the customs of Tibet, all young men who go into the tent must be led by themselves..." His mother would escort him. If the child was still a virgin, the mother had to deflower him on the way to the tent. "Guo'er, you're no longer a virgin, so tonight I won't be able to have your virginity. I can only stimulate your penis with my breasts through your clothes to ejaculate, so that you can last longer when you get an erection again, and enjoy the two Tibetan princesses... Oh, right, Guo'er, I suddenly remembered an important question: who deflowered you? In other words, which woman did you have your first real sexual experience with? Guo'er, tell me, because I'm suddenly very curious. Guo'er, was your virginity deflowered by Sister Mu?"

Yang Guo's penis rubbed rapidly against his mother's cleavage. Even through her clothes, his little penis could clearly feel the softness and elasticity of his mother's breasts. When his mother asked about the loss of his virginity, Yang Guo couldn't help but sigh, a bittersweet and beautiful memory suddenly flashing before his eyes...

Yang Guo remembered his first ejaculation was on the morning after his thirteenth birthday. He woke up to find his mother, Mu Nianci, kneeling on the edge of the bed, her upper body naked, her two snow-white, full breasts clamping his little penis, rubbing it vigorously, saying, "Son, when you were little, your mother was too weak to breastfeed you. Today, let your mother soothe your little penis with her breasts!" Yang Guo's semen was quickly stimulated by his mother's breasts, the thin, soupy boy's semen flowing into his mother's cleavage.

From that day on, Yang Guo believed he had an unusual sexual relationship with his mother, especially after that afternoon when they went hunting in the mountains and his mother showed him her private parts. Yang Guo was even more convinced that he had had sex with his mother and was no longer an innocent boy. However, one night before his fourteenth birthday, Mu Nianci suddenly called him to her side, took his hand, and said softly, "Guo'er, your fourteenth birthday is in two months. Mom must celebrate it properly for you. Mom has decided to turn you into a real boy on your fourteenth birthday..."

Yang Guo found this strange, and smelling his mother's faint fragrance, he asked, "Mom, am I not yet..." "A real boy? What should a real boy be like?"

Mu Nianci stroked her son's face and said softly, "A real boy is a boy who has slept with a woman. Guo'er, although I've made you ejaculate with my breasts and often masturbate for you, and I've shown you my vagina, your little penis has never entered my vagina, so you and I haven't had a real sexual relationship. Guo'er, I want to have sex with you on your fourteenth birthday. Are you willing to offer your virginity to me?"

Yang Guo looked at his mother Mu Nianci's beautiful face, which was a little haggard, his knees buckled, and he knelt before his mother, trembling as he said, "Mother, I can never repay your kindness in raising me..." "Guo'er is willing to give his virginity to his mother and sleep with her every day to completely solve her sex life problem..."

Mu Nianci smiled warmly, like moonlight, and stroked her son's head, saying softly, "Guo'er, you are so filial... Then it's settled. Two months later, on your fourteenth birthday, Mom will use her vagina to wrap around your little penis and break your virginity... Starting tomorrow, Mom will begin preparing for your fourteenth birthday party. A few days ago, Mom met a group of beautiful girls from a theatrical troupe in town. They dance very well, and we became good friends. Starting tomorrow, Mom will go to the theatrical troupe in town to practice dancing, and then on your birthday..." "At the birthday banquet, Mom will dance with a group of beautiful ladies to celebrate your birthday..."

Yang Guo was deeply moved upon hearing this and sighed, "Mom, your health isn't very good to begin with, so you shouldn't practice dancing. Actually, you're already a very good dancer..."

Mu Nianci bit her lip and said, "No! Mom must learn to dance! Because the girls in those opera troupes all say my figure is suitable for dancing. Then Mom will try her best to present my most beautiful dance to my Guo'er, and then we'll have a physical intimacy..."

So, starting the next day, Mu Nianci prepared Yang Guo's lunch in advance every day and then went to the opera troupe in town to practice dancing until evening, when she would return home drenched in sweat. Every night, Yang Guo would smell the fragrance of his mother's sweat and felt incredibly moved.

Time flew by, and Mu Nianci had soon been training for more than a month. One evening, Yang Guo asked his mother to dance for him, wanting to test her progress. Mu Nianci shook her head and smiled, "No, Guo'er, Mom can't dance for you now. Mom wants to give you a surprise on your birthday, so you can see a sensual dance from a foreign land..."

Yang Guo exclaimed in surprise, "Foreign land? Mom, aren't you learning Chinese dance? Can those opera troupe ladies also dance foreign dances?"

Mu Nianci smiled and said, "Mom has already danced Chinese dance for you. Although it's beautiful, it can't compare to the power and sensuality of foreign dances. This opera troupe isn't an ordinary group of actors. They were once ordered by the imperial court to travel to foreign lands to perform, and that's how they learned foreign dances. Guo'er, don't worry, wait another twenty days or so. Once Mom has trained well, I'll dance a passionate foreign dance for you to enjoy..."

Seeing his mother being so mysterious, Yang Guo could only shake his head helplessly. A few days later, Yang Guo suddenly thought, "My mother won't let me watch her dance now. It must be

because this dance is very unique. She wants to give me a strong thrill and surprise in about twenty days. But I'm so curious, I can't wait. Maybe I should sneak into town, find that opera troupe, and watch my mother practice..." So, after a hurried lunch that day, Yang Guo went to town. He inquired at a shop and learned the location of the opera troupe called "Langyue." He quietly went to an abandoned ancestral hall in the east of town and could hear strong, rhythmic music coming from inside.

Yang Guo had never heard such strange music before, which deepened his curiosity. He slipped to the back door of the ancestral hall and listened quietly for a while under the high wall. He heard faint sounds of women's laughter coming from inside. Yang Guo knew that the "Langyue Opera Troupe" was inside and must be practicing their dance. He found a large tree, climbed up, and peeked over the wall. He was shocked and almost fell off.

Within the high walls lay a spacious courtyard, planted with various flowers and trees, a rather serene environment. A dozen or so grotesque dwarfs in white coats stood in a row, some banging gongs, some drums, some playing flutes, and others playing instruments Yang Guo couldn't name, providing music and accompaniment for the dancing women in front. What surprised Yang Guo was the women's attire: short-sleeved, tight-fitting white blouses that exposed their shoulders and arms, highlighting their full breasts; and tight black trousers that beautifully accentuated their curves. Each woman wore a sheer white scarf, resembling a skirt but not quite, covering half of her buttocks. Combined with the black high heels Yang Guo had never seen before and their uniformly styled hair tied back, the overall impression was one of extreme youthful beauty.

The women were all very beautiful. Among them, Yang Guo spotted his mother, Mu Nianci. He was surprised to discover for the first time how truly stunning her figure was. Although he had always thought his mother had a good figure, today, constricted by these strange clothes, her beautiful form evoked a new kind of lustful desire in him.

Mu Nianci chatted and laughed casually with the women, swaying her hips and stretching her arms as she danced to the powerful music played by the dwarf. Several pairs of breasts, encased in their clothing, swayed rapidly, and the women's ample hips bounced quickly, leaving Yang Guo staring, his eyes wide with fascination.

The beautiful women danced and chatted, their conversation faintly reaching Yang Guo's ears—

"Sister Mu, you truly love your child! Practicing dance so diligently every day to celebrate his birthday. I believe that on his birthday, he will be shocked by his mother's sensual and energetic dance, because I guarantee he's never seen such a stimulating Qin Dynasty dance before..." "

Yes, that's why Guo'er asked me to dance for him a few days ago, but I resisted, wanting to surprise him on his birthday. Sigh, Guo'er's birthday is in just over twenty days. My dear sisters, we've almost mastered this swaying dance, but I still find ballet a bit too difficult. Therefore, I think we should focus on ballet training starting tomorrow. By the way, my dear sisters, have our ballet costumes been ordered yet?"

Yang Guo, hearing the term "ballet" for the first time, was curious. One of the women replied, "Sister Mu, don't worry, we've already prepared those special ballet costumes. They'll definitely make your Guo'er drool! Hehe..."

Mu Nianci said, "We've discussed the design of the ballet costume for a long time, and I still feel conflicted... Not wearing underwear under the short skirt, and letting Guo'er see our pubic hair when we dance by lifting our legs, is indeed a good way to stimulate the child, but... Regarding the two holes cut in the chest area, I still can't decide on the size of the holes... Should we expose both breasts completely, or just the areola and nipples? Which method will stimulate my Guo'er more?"

Yang Guo's penis twitched upon hearing this, thinking that his mother had really gone to great lengths to express her maternal love for him. One woman laughed, "Sister Mu, I think it's better to expose both of our breasts completely. Since we're planning to deflower the child, we should stimulate his sexual desire as much as possible. Why bother covering them up?"

Another woman said, "Sister Guixiang, I disagree. I think covering most of the breasts, only exposing the areolas and two red nipples, will stimulate the child's sexual desire more. That's called trying to cover up the truth..."

Yet another woman said, "Regarding the issue of the limit on exposure, I think it would be better for Sister Mu to ask Yang Guo himself when she gets back, and let the child decide for himself whether his mother and we aunties should..." "Should the whole breast be exposed, or just the areola and nipple? I think it's better to respect the child's own opinion..."

Mu Nianci felt a bit overwhelmed upon hearing this and sighed, "I can't ask Guo'er about this, because I've already decided to keep all the details of our celebration a secret from him until the birthday banquet... Never mind, let's continue discussing the issue of the limit on the child's exposure. There are still more than twenty days left, we should be able to come up with a result..."

Yang Guo peeked over the wall for a while, then, afraid of being discovered by his mother, quietly slid down the tree to the ground and left the ancestral hall towards home. Along the way, Yang Guo carefully considered the "issue of the limit on the exposure" that his mother had just discussed with those beautiful opera troupe women, feeling that he was also finding it difficult to make a decision. It would be nice if Mom and those pretty opera troupe aunties showed off their large breasts, but even just showing their areolas and nipples was quite stimulating...

Huang Rong, hearing Yang Guo recall this, couldn't help but laugh in surprise: "Damn, I thought my 'maternal love water' was Aunt Qiu Huizhen's original invention, but who knew Sister Mu and the others had already thought of this stimulating method of maternal love exposure... Guo'er, at your birthday banquet, how exactly did Sister Mu and the others show you their breasts?"

Yang Guo's penis had been rubbed hard and red by his mother Huang Rong's cleavage, and the exciting moment of ejaculation was not far off. Yang Guo said in a trembling voice: "I have been looking forward to it day and night, it feels like an eternity, and finally the day of my fourteenth birthday has arrived..."

That morning, Yang Guo was awakened by a commotion. After getting dressed, he left his bedroom and went to the courtyard, where he saw more than a dozen dwarfs, under the direction of his mother Mu Nianci, moving tables and chairs, placing flower baskets, and hanging lanterns to decorate the small courtyard. Several stunningly beautiful women with enviable figures stood in the courtyard. They were the same opera troupe women Yang Guo had glimpsed over twenty days ago. They and his mother were all dressed in tight-fitting dance costumes, laughing and joking together, exuding youthful charm and passion. Mu Nianci, seeing her son, waved and smiled, "Guo'er, come here! Let me introduce you to some of the beautiful aunties from the opera troupe! They've been wanting to see you for so long!"

Yang Guo walked over and stood among his mother and the women, feeling slightly dizzy from the different perfumes. Mu Nianci introduced them to him: "This is your Aunt Guixiang, this is your Aunt Lanzhi, this is your Aunt Meiying, this is your Aunt Tanjing..."

The four opera troupe beauties all had similar figures and were roughly as beautiful. Yang Guo was too embarrassed to stare closely, but after a quick glance, he noticed some subtle differences. Guixiang had the strongest maternal aura, Lanzhi had the fairest skin, Meiying had the most captivating eyes, and Tanjing had the most delicate and elegant nose. Yang Guo bowed to the four beautiful women from the opera troupe, politely and softly saying, "Hello, aunties! Thank you so much for coming to my birthday party, I'm truly flattered..."

The four women, along with Mu Nianci, giggled. Lanzhi laughed, "Oh, I didn't expect Mu's Guo'er to be so eloquent! So good..."

Guixiang unwrapped a paper package on the small table, and a fragrant aroma immediately wafted out. Yang Guo exclaimed in surprise, "Glutinous rice cake?!..."

Guixiang stroked Yang Guo's head and said softly, "Guo'er, your mother said you love glutinous rice cake the most, so your aunts Lanzhi, Meiying, and Tanjing made some for you last night and brought them here for you to eat today. These glutinous rice cakes were made by us, your other three aunties, taking turns treading them out with our feet. Try some, see if it's delicious?"

As she spoke, she used her slender hands, painted with colorful nail polish, to scoop out a lump of glutinous rice cake and fed it to Yang Guo. Yang Guo greedily sucked on Gui Xiang's slender, jade-like fingers, licking off the glutinous rice cake stuck to them. He sighed with lingering satisfaction, "Aunt Gui Xiang, your hands are so beautiful..."

The other three beauties from the opera troupe, hearing this, became somewhat reluctant. They eagerly shoved their slender hands into the glutinous rice cake, covering them completely, vying for Yang Guo's attention. They all asked, "Guo'er, do you think Auntie's hands are beautiful?"

Yang Guo sucked on the slender fingers of Lan Zhi, Mei Ying, and Tan Jing, finding it very satisfying. He exclaimed repeatedly, "Aunt Gui Xiang, Aunt Lan Zhi, Aunt Mei Ying, Aunt Tan Jing, your hands are all so beautiful, so white and soft, as if only fairies could have such beautiful hands..."

Mu Nianci, standing nearby, suddenly chided, "Guo'er, you praise your four aunties' hands as beautiful, but aren't my hands beautiful too?"

Yang Guo turned his head and saw his mother gently waving her hands towards him, making a captivating dance gesture, her eyes filled with a provocative expression. Mu Nianci's hands were equally fair and delicate, with slender, jade-like fingers. Yang Guo noticed that his mother was also wearing brightly colored nail polish today, which looked more fashionable and charming compared to her usual light blue nail polish. Yang Guo smiled and replied, "Of course Mom's hands are beautiful. Mom, would you like some glutinous rice cake so I can suck on your fingers?"

Mu Nianci stretched out a slender hand, but instead of getting any glutinous rice cake, she let her son suck on her fingers. She then said to the four beautiful women from the opera troupe, "Four sisters, these glutinous rice cakes were all made by your feet last night. Why don't you let Guo'er see your beautiful little feet and suck on your toes?"

Then she asked Yang Guo, "Guo'er, Mom asks you, would you like to suck on the aunties' toes?" "Beautiful little feet?"

Yang Guo was taken aback upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "Mom really knows how to play. I've never actually sucked on a beautiful woman's little feet before." So he laughed and said, "Of course I'd love to! Aunties' hands are beautiful, so their feet must be even more beautiful..."

The feet of the four opera troupe beauties were already aroused. They hurriedly ordered the dwarfs to bring over four reclining chairs. The four opera troupe beauties immediately kicked off their high heels, took off their stockings, and lay down on the chairs, revealing eight small, white, delicate feet. Their toenails were painted with various colors of nail polish, making them very tempting.

Mu Nianci helped Yang Guo paste glutinous rice cake on the feet of the four opera troupe beauties, especially between their toes. Then she had Yang Guo start with Gui Xiang and take turns sucking on the eight delicate feet of the four beauties. Yang Guo greedily licked and kissed the insteps, soles, and ankles of the four opera troupe beauties, putting each of their toes into his mouth and sucking them like nipples, cleaning the glutinous rice cakes between their toes. The four beauties began to moan and groan, their voices filled with seductive whispers—

"Oh... Guo'er, you're so good... eat Auntie's feet... suck them, suck them as much as you want... bite off Auntie's toes..." "

Guo'er, good boy... Guo'er, good boy, sucking on my toes like you're sucking milk. It's making Auntie's heart flutter, and in a moment I'll spread my legs wide for you..."

"Guo'er... oh... are Auntie's feet tasty? Eat them... gnaw off Auntie's toes... oh..."

By savoring the delicate feet of the four opera troupe beauties, Yang Guo had almost finished a bag of glutinous rice cakes. Seeing this, Mu Nianci became excited and said in a trembling voice, "Guo'er, all you know is eating the feet of those four aunties... Don't you want to eat your mother's feet?..."

Saying this, she sat down on the bamboo chair beside the table, kicked off her high heels and stockings, and smeared the remaining glutinous rice cakes all over her two delicate feet, urging Yang Guo to eat them.

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