Chong'er the hooligan

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Linghu Chong has always held Yue Lingshan in high esteem, regarding her as a celestial being. He would never dare to offend her in the slightest, nor would he utter a harsh word to her. It would be quite not surprising if he were to risk his life for her, but the idea of him forcing her into a relationship and then killing her is utterly absurd. Moreover, seeing the deep affection between him and Yingying, how could he possibly have any other intentions? She drew her sword to subdue her husband, sparing his life, but he suddenly attacked her with poison. Such despicable behavior would be unthinkable even for a heretic, let alone the dignified leader of the Five Mountains Sect. It was truly chilling. In an instant, all hope vanished, and she asked softly, "Chong'er, was Shan'er really killed by Lin Pingzhi?" Linghu Chong felt a pang of sorrow, tears streaming down his face, and choked out, "Disciple...I...I..." Ning Zhongze said, "He doesn't consider you his disciple, but I still do. As long as you're happy, I'll still be your master's wife." Linghu Chong was grateful and prostrated himself on the ground, calling out, "Master's wife! Master's wife!" Ning Zhongze stroked his hair, tears also flowing down her face, and slowly said, "So what this Miss Ren said is true, Lin Pingzhi also learned the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique and went to serve Zuo Lengchan, thus killing Shan'er?" Linghu Chong said, "That's right." Ning Zhongze choked out, "Turn around, let me see your wound." Linghu Chong replied, "Yes," and turned around. Ning Zhongze tore open the shirt on his back, pressed the acupoints around his wound, and said, "Do you still have any Hengshan Sect wound medicine?" Linghu Chong replied, "Yes." Yingying reached into his bosom, took out some medicine, and handed it to Ning Zhongze. Ning Zhongze wiped the blood from his wound, applied the medicine, took a clean white handkerchief from her bosom, pressed it against his wound, and then tore strips of cloth from her skirt to bandage it. Linghu Chong had always regarded Ning Zhongze as his mother, and seeing her treat him so well, he felt greatly comforted and even forgot the pain of his wound. Ning Zhongze said, "In the future, killing Lin Pingzhi to avenge Shan'er will naturally be your responsibility." Linghu Chong wept and said, "Junior Sister... Junior Sister... on her deathbed, she asked me to take care of Lin Pingzhi. I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings, so I promised her. This matter... this matter is truly difficult." Ning Zhongze sighed deeply and said, "A tragedy! A tragedy!" She added, "Chong'er, you mustn't be too kind to people in the future!" Linghu Chong said, "Yes!" Suddenly, he felt a warm liquid flowing down the back of his neck. Turning around, he saw Ning Zhongze's face was deathly pale. Startled, he cried out, "Master's wife, Master's wife!" He quickly stood up to support Ning Zhongze, only to see a dagger piercing her chest, aimed at her heart. She was already dead. Linghu Chong was stunned. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Yingying was also horrified. After all, she had no feelings for Ning Zhongze, only surprise and sorrow, not grief. She immediately supported Linghu Chong, and after a long while, Linghu Chong finally cried out. Linghu Chong held Ning Zhongze, his body filled with unbearable grief. Looking at his master's wife, who seemed to be fast asleep in his arms, he recalled all the things she had done for him—her strict teachings, her loving care, and even her occasional indulgence and protectiveness. Overwhelmed with sorrow, he saw a short dagger stuck in his master's wife's chest. Although it didn't look deep, it must have pierced her pectoral muscles and injured her heart. Linghu Chong tried to pull the dagger out, but his trembling hand pulled back several times before he could reach the hilt, as if afraid of hurting his master's wife. Yingying gently supported Linghu Chong's shoulder and said, "Brother Chong, please accept my condolences! Let's bury Lady Ning as soon as possible!" Linghu Chong turned his head and grasped the slender hand on his shoulder. Just as he was about to speak, a splash of red on Yingying's sleeve stung his eyes, and suddenly he felt dizzy. Why...could it be...but why did she do this? Linghu Chong strained to look at his master's wife's hands, and saw that her hands were as smooth and white as scallions, and her sleeves were as white as snow. He suddenly thought of an extremely terrible possibility, and immediately felt weak in his limbs. He barely managed to hold Ning Zhongze, but his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground. Yingying was shocked and stepped forward to help Linghu Chong, but Linghu Chong gripped his master's wife's hands tightly and said sternly, "Stop!" Yingying stopped and exclaimed, "Brother Chong, what...why is this?" Linghu Chong said in a trembling voice, "Yingying, tell me, where did the bloodstains on your sleeve come from?" Yingying's delicate body trembled, her bright eyes darted around, and suddenly she said with a bitter smile, "You've figured it out?" Linghu Chong said, "Why?" Yingying said, "Because..." Linghu Chong suddenly roared, "This is a trap you set, isn't it? From the moment my master appeared, you set this up, didn't you?" Yingying's delicate body trembled violently, and she suddenly shouted as well, "That's right, I did it! You want to know why? Fine, I'll tell you! I like you so much, but you're always thinking about your master, your master's wife, and you even like your junior sister! But what about me? Where do you put me?" "Where is it? Brother Chong, tell me!" Linghu Chong remained silent for a long time before finally saying bitterly, "Yingying, you know I like you!" "Yes, you like me, but I don't want you to still like your junior sister, or worry about your master and mistress every day. I want you to only have me in your heart! Do you know how scared I was when your master stabbed you? I was so scared of losing you, scared that you would die. You value your master more than yourself! I only want to be with you, I don't want anyone else between us! I think, now that your master, mistress, and junior sister are all dead, you only have me in your heart. But your junior sister was killed by Lin Pingzhi, it has nothing to do with me..." Linghu Chong was speechless, feeling utterly hopeless. He slumped to the ground for a long time, then slowly got up, picked up Ning Zhongze, and staggered away... Yingying said anxiously, "Brother Chong, where are you going?" and tried to follow. Linghu Chong lowered his head and said, "Don't follow me!" and quickened his pace, rushing out. Yingying ignored him and continued to follow him from a distance, even after Linghu Chong had gone far away. Linghu Chong, upon noticing this, was filled with anxiety and resentment, yet his mind was in turmoil, unsure how to face Yingying. He instinctively channeled his inner energy and used his lightness skill to run at full speed. His powerful internal energy gradually left Yingying far behind. After running for a long time, Linghu Chong felt his inner energy rapidly clashing in his Yuzhen and Tanzhong acupoints. His ears were filled with the sound of ten thousand horses galloping, sometimes like a series of thunderclaps striking continuously, each booming louder than the last. However, despite his immense grief, the surging pain of his inner energy gave him a strange sense of relief. Although he knew that if he didn't stop, the chaotic internal energy could backfire, with dire consequences, he didn't stop, continuing his frantic, aimless running. Suddenly, a cliff appeared before them, its steep stone peak plunging straight down. Linghu Chong abruptly stopped, the ground shrouded in mist, seemingly bottomless. Multiple streams of internal energy clashed and collided within him, causing him excruciating pain in his head, his vision blurring, and a dizzying sensation. He was on the verge of collapse, forced to stop and allow his internal energy to subside. At this moment, Yingying caught up. Seeing Linghu Chong standing blankly at the edge of the cliff, holding Ning Zhongze, she was filled with anxiety, fearing he might do something rash. She cried out, "Brother Chong, please don't!" Chapter One. Linghu Chong felt an immense tightness in his chest, his ears ringing. He couldn't hear a word Yingying was saying; he only saw her running towards him, with the cliff behind him, offering no escape. In his panic, he suddenly lost his footing, staggered a few steps, and veered towards the edge. Suddenly, he lost his footing and, still holding Ning Zhongze, plunged off the cliff. Yingying was terrified and rushed to the edge of the cliff, reaching out her hand and shouting, "Hold on to me!" Linghu Chong instinctively stretched out his arm and barely managed to grab Yingying's five fingers. Yingying was pulled down by the force of Linghu Chong and Linghu Chong's fall, and her body had already fallen off the cliff. She only had one hand hooked on the edge of the cliff, but she could no longer exert any force to pull the two of them up. Linghu Chong grabbed Yingying's hand and found that Yingying's body was hanging in the air, with her other hand clinging to the cliff. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, clearly showing that the weight of the two of them was making her very difficult. Linghu Chong, weakened by the backlash of his internal energy, felt utterly powerless. Holding Ning Zhongze in his arms, he could no longer hold onto Yingying. Despondent, he thought, "So be it. Although she killed my master's wife, she still loved and cared for me. Now that she's dead, there's no point in saying more. Rather than dragging her down with me, I'd rather let her live..." He looked up and saw Yingying gazing at him with deep affection, her pretty face dripping with sweat, her arms trembling like leaves, clearly unable to hold on much longer. She looked at him with such deep love, seemingly contemplating falling with him to her death. A wave of sorrow washed over Linghu Chong. Forcing a smile, he said, "Yingying, you're the only one in my heart... Promise me you'll live!" He then released Yingying's hand and plummeted downwards with Ning Zhongze. Below, clouds swirled, and the valley floor was shrouded in shadows, its depth unknown. "No..." Yingying cried out in anguish, desperately reaching out to grab Linghu Chong, but she was just a hair's breadth away. Her other hand could no longer hold onto the edge of the cliff, and her body plummeted downwards along with Linghu Chong and Ning Zhongze. Linghu Chong heard the wind whistling past his ears and felt utterly hopeless. He thought to himself, "Yingying and I are separated forever in this life. I will find her again in the next life and be her husband..." They fell dozens of feet and were nearing the bottom of the valley. Jagged rocks and sharp stones pierced the air, rushing past Linghu Chong's eyes. He suddenly thought, "With such a fall, the sharp rocks will inevitably injure my master's wife, making her restless even after death..." His mind raced, and he gathered all his inner strength, pushing against a nearby boulder. Instantly, he and Ning Zhongze moved dozens of feet to the side. Below them appeared a cold, deep pool, its waters clear and unfathomable. He was overjoyed, thinking, "Perhaps I won't die this time. Heaven has mercy, I can still see Yingying..." But he couldn't think of how he would face Yingying when he saw her again. With a splash, the two fell into the pool, sending water flying high. The force of the fall forced them to sink to the bottom. The impact of the water made Linghu Chong dizzy, and he could no longer hold onto Ning Zhongze. In his dazed state, he heard a muffled thud. It took Linghu Chong a while to regain his senses. He quickly floated to the surface and searched for Ning Zhongze.He carried her to the shore, feeling utterly exhausted. Just as he put Ning Zhongze down, he looked around and saw a person lying face down on a pile of rocks in the distance, blood slowly flowing from beneath them. Linghu Chong noticed the person was dressed in black, exactly what Yingying had worn that day. His heart nearly stopped beating; he felt as if the sky had fallen. In Chapter Two, Linghu Chong held Yingying, seeing that she was barely breathing. He called softly, "Yingying, Yingying." Yingying's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slightly opened her eyes. Seeing Linghu Chong, her previously unfocused gaze regained a spark of light. She whispered, "Brother Chong, I...I...I'm so sorry. Do you hate me?" Linghu Chong said, "I don't hate you. I hate myself, I hate myself." He then raised his hand and struck his head violently. Yingying's left hand twitched, trying to stop him from striking himself, but she couldn't lift her arm. She said, "Brother Chong, promise me you'll never, ever hurt yourself." Linghu Chong said, "I understand. I'll find a way to heal you right away. Don't say anything." Yingying said, "No! No! I need to make something clear to you. If we wait any longer, it will be too late. Brother Chong, you have to hear me out." Linghu Chong couldn't bear to disobey her, so he said, "Alright, I'll hear you out, but don't overthink it." Yingying smiled slightly and said: "Brother Chong, you're so good to me, always putting me first and spoiling me so much, how can I bear it?" Linghu Chong said, "From now on, I'll spoil you a hundred times, a thousand times more." Yingying smiled and said, "Enough, enough, I don't like you being too good to me. If I become unruly, then no one will control me. Brother Chong, I... after I leave, Father will definitely look for you if he can't find me. You must not let him find you, you are no match for him. You should go far away first, the Western Regions, the Northern Desert, the Pass, or Lingnan are all fine." As she said this, she was already barely breathing. Suddenly the sky darkened, and lightning flashed incessantly in the distance, thunderclaps one after another. Suddenly, a large tree by the river was struck by lightning and fell down with a crack. The two of them were completely unaware of the things around them, and even in the midst of the great change in the world, they seemed completely oblivious. Linghu Chong channeled his inner strength into his palm, pressing against Yingying's back to prevent her from collapsing. Tears streaming down his face, he said, "No, no, I still want to take you to Blackwood Cliff to beg him to grant us marriage..." But he couldn't finish his sentence. Yingying said, "Brother Chong, I'm afraid I can't. I can't stay with you. I really want to be with you, to be with you, I really don't want to be separated from you... You... you're so lonely and alone, I'm so sorry." Her voice grew softer and softer, the thunder still rumbling, but to Linghu Chong, Yingying's words were more shocking than the deafening thunder. He clutched his hair, saying, "No, no, you'll be alright!" Yingying said, "Brother Chong, you know how much I love you, how much I want to marry you." Linghu Chong looked down at her, his gaze flashing like lightning. He saw the boundless tenderness in her eyes and suddenly realized the depth of Yingying's affection for him, far beyond his previous imagination. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his face. Suddenly, he felt Yingying tremble in his arms, her head drooping, her beautiful hair draped over his shoulders, and she remained motionless. Linghu Chong was shocked and cried out, "Yingying, Yingying!" He checked her pulse; it had stopped beating. His own heart almost stopped beating too. He reached out to check her breath; there was no breathing either. He cried out, "Yingying!" But no matter how many times he called, Yingying could no longer respond. He desperately channeled his inner energy into her body, but Yingying remained completely still. Beside the pool were two small stone huts, containing simple stone beds, tables, and chairs. After settling his master's wife on the stone bed in the left hut, Linghu Chong sat on the ground, heartbroken and filled with remorse. He raised his hand and slammed it against a stone with a loud bang, sending stone chips flying. He slapped it once, then again, and with a loud crack, a large rock split in two. He tried to cry out, but no sound came out. A flash of lightning illuminated Yingying's face clearly. The deep affection and concern still lingered on her brow and lips. Linghu Chong cried out, "Yingying!" He grabbed her and ran straight into the wilderness. Thunder roared, and rain poured down. He ran wildly through the valley, completely disoriented, his mind a blank, as if turned to dust. After running for more than two hours, he finally collapsed from exhaustion. The thunder gradually subsided, but the rain continued to fall. Dawn broke in the east, and the sky slowly brightened. Linghu Chong's mind was a complete blank; he only wanted to torture himself, only wanted to die immediately and be with Yingying forever. He screamed hoarsely, and with a sliver of strength, he ran wildly, and before he knew it, he was back at the pond. The shores of Little Mirror Lake and the bamboo grove were deserted; Linghu Chong felt as if he were the only person left in the world. Since Yingying's last breath, he had never laid her down for a moment, countless times channeling his inner energy into her body, hoping for a miracle. But no matter how much energy he poured into her, Yingying remained motionless. He held Yingying, sitting blankly by the pond. The rain had stopped, and the pale morning sun shone on him and Yingying, making him feel increasingly lonely and alone, as if he should no longer live. Remembering a flower hoe in the stone house to his right, he thought: "Shall I stay here with Yingying forever?" His left arm still held Yingying, unwilling to let go even for a moment. His right hand picked up a hoe, and he walked into the bamboo grove, digging a hole to place Yingying inside. But letting her go was too difficult; he stared blankly at her face, tears mingling with blood streaming down his cheeks. The pale red drops stained Yingying's deathly pale face, making it a blood-and-tear stain. He lifted Yingying's body, walked to the pit, and laid her down. He scooped up soil with both hands and slowly sprinkled it on her body, but never on her face. His eyes were fixed on Yingying's once beautiful, now silent and lifeless face. If he sprinkled the soil, he would never see her again. He seemed to faintly hear her voice, a promise to be with him for life. Less than a day ago, she had spoken these words—sometimes affectionate, sometimes playful, sometimes serious, sometimes… Those sweet, coquettish words would never be heard again. The vows of a lifetime were now empty. Linghu Chong knelt by the pit for a long, long time, still refusing to sprinkle dirt on Yingying's face. Suddenly, he stood up, let out a long howl, and without looking at Yingying again, pushed with both hands, piling the dirt from the pit onto her body and face. Linghu Chong blankly split a bamboo strip in two with a burst of strength, writing on one side: "Tomb of my beloved wife, Ren Yingying, erected by Linghu Chong." Looking at the simple tombstone, Linghu Chong felt empty inside. He felt that "martial arts justice" and "heavenly fairness" were all illusions. Living or dying made little difference. With Yingying dead, life was meaningless. Thinking of this, a wave of disgust washed over him, a salty, metallic taste rising to his throat. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, spraying it onto the tombstone, a vivid, crimson red. He felt thunder in his ears, stars flashing before his eyes, and then he knew nothing more. In Chapter Three, Ning Zhongze slowly awoke, feeling an unbearable pain in her chest. She struggled to sit up and found herself in a stone house, lying on a stone bed. Looking down, she saw a dagger embedded in her chest. She suddenly remembered that while bandaging Chong'er's wounds, the Demonic Sect's eldest daughter, Ren Yingying, had suddenly stabbed her in the chest with a dagger. She hadn't been able to dodge in time, only managing to twist her body slightly. The dagger pierced below her left breast. Fortunately, she was different from ordinary people; her heart was located in her right chest, and she hadn't died. However, the dagger had blocked her Tanzhong acupoint, causing her to go into shock. As for how she ended up in this stone house, Ning Zhongze had no memory of it. She pressed the acupoints around the dagger to stop the bleeding, endured the pain, and pulled the dagger out of her body. Stepping out of the stone house, she found herself in a valley. The sunlight was dazzling, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers—a completely different world. The valley, spanning hundreds of feet, was covered in lush flowers and green grass, resembling a vast garden. Behind it were two stone houses, and not far away was a cold pool. At the end of the valley were sheer cliffs on all sides, making it feel like being at the bottom of a large well—a situation akin to the saying "sitting in a well and looking at the sky." Entering another stone house, she found it empty. The furnishings were simple but exceptionally clean. In the main hall, there was only a bed, a table, and a small table, covered in a thick layer of dust, indicating it had been uninhabited for a long time. She turned and left the stone house, exploring the valley. After walking a short distance, she found Linghu Chong lying unconscious on the ground beside a bamboo grove, along with a new grave. A bamboo tablet stood before the grave, inscribed in blood: "Grave of my beloved wife, Ren Yingying, erected by Linghu Chong." She helped Linghu Chong lie down on the stone bed. Ning Zhongze's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat. Although she was a martial artist, the wound on her chest had affected her acupoints, leaving her feeling weak all over. Why Ren Yingying died, and why she and Chong'er were in this nameless valley—Ning Zhongze was utterly baffled. However, Linghu Chong remained unconscious, so she could only wait for him to wake up before asking him for details. Linghu Chong lay on the stone bed, pale and motionless, his breathing uneven, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, sometimes coarse, sometimes weak. Seeing her unconscious disciple, Ning Zhongze was extremely anxious. She placed her jade-like hand on Linghu Chong's pulse, finding it strong and steady, indicating nothing was wrong. But remembering that Linghu Chong possessed multiple internal energies, she placed her slender fingers on her disciple's Yuzhen acupoint, injecting a trace of internal energy to probe. She felt a sudden reaction from Linghu Chong's internal energy, repelling her own. Ning Zhongze felt as if her fingers had been electrocuted, her hand going numb. Ning Zhongze dared not be negligent, and upon closer examination, she discovered that there was an internal energy entrenched on each side of Linghu Chong's body, and indeed multiple energies around his head.The internal energy swirled and surged, rebounding from the Yuzhen acupoint, which indeed showed signs of congestion. Ning Zhongze, a former disciple of the Huashan Sect's former leader and now the sect leader's wife, was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also had some knowledge of Hua Tuo's methods. She withdrew her hand, frowned, and pondered for a long time, thinking, "The internal energy surging in Chong'er's head is clearly due to congestion at the Yuzhen acupoint, preventing it from returning to the dantian. If we wait for the congestion to dissipate on its own, who knows when that will take? By then, Chong'er's body may be severely damaged. We must dissipate the congestion as soon as possible." To dissipate the meridian congestion, silver needles were needed to guide it, but after searching all over her body, she only found a few pieces of silver and a soaked packet of Hengshan wound medicine. Her usual silver needle pouch was missing. She also checked Linghu Chong's pockets, finding only some loose silver there as well. She couldn't help but feel anxious: "What should we do?" She searched both stone houses, which were extremely simple, but found nothing of use. They searched outdoors again, but to no avail. In desperation, they considered making bamboo needles, but bamboo needles inevitably have sharp edges, and the young bamboo shoots, though round, are too soft—ultimately, far inferior to silver needles. The valley was ablaze with flowers and teeming with insects. Ningzhong suddenly saw two or three bees, each carrying a long stinger, fly past and perch on the vibrant flowers. The bees were pure white and translucent, about the size of cicadas. She couldn't help but wonder, "Where are Chong'er and I? There are such strange bees in this valley!" Suddenly, a thought struck her: Yes, those bee stingers were so long—could they be used as needles? She immediately pulled a thread from her skirt, carefully caught a dozen or so jade bees, tied them up, and brought them back to the stone house. Chapter Four: The jade bee stingers were about two inches long, silvery-white and translucent, just like real silver needles. After inserting the bee stinger into Linghu Chong's Yuzhen acupoint, Ning Zhongze took his pulse. She felt a slight surge of internal energy within him, and several streams of internal force flowed from his head along his meridians into his body, gradually subsiding. Ning Zhongze then applied acupuncture to several lumps on Linghu Chong's body. Seeing that Linghu Chong's breathing was stable, she was relieved. After finishing the acupuncture, Ning Zhongze noticed that Linghu Chong's clothes were soaked through, probably from being caught in the rain the night before. She cursed herself for being so careless; Linghu Chong lying there in wet clothes would surely fall seriously ill. So she searched the two stone houses and, fortunately, found a robe and two worn-out skirts under the bed in the next room, both black, likely belonging to the previous owner. She helped Linghu Chong remove his wet robe, and when she got down to his trousers, looking at his strong body, she couldn't help but feel a little shy. She then scolded herself inwardly, "Ning Zhongze, Ning Zhongze, what are you shy about? Chong'er was only seven years old when he first entered Mount Hua, and I always dressed and bathed him back then..." So she removed Linghu Chong's shoes and took off his outer trousers. "Ah..." When Ning Zhongze took off Linghu Chong's undergarments, she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand. Before taking off his undergarments, she hypnotized herself, telling herself that Linghu Chong was like her son, and it was nothing for a mother to undress her son; it was an urgent matter, and subconsciously, she still pictured those clean, delicate little insects under Linghu Chong's undergarments. Aside from this little worm, she had only ever seen her husband's thing, which was as white as Linghu Chong's, only a bit longer and thicker... But what she saw now was a huge, dark worm, about five inches long, lying limply in a patch of black fur, utterly ugly. Ning Zhongze blushed instantly, turning her face away, feeling her breasts throbbing wildly: "This... Chong'er... how can it be so huge and ugly? Unlike that man's slender and straight one, and the color is too dark..." After fidgeting for a while, Ning Zhongze suddenly pinched herself, laughing and cursing inwardly: "Ning Zhongze, you shameless bastard... it's not like I haven't seen it before, he's my disciple, saving him is the priority now..." She turned Linghu Chong over, not daring to look at his firm, upturned buttocks and the black worm that was faintly visible between them, and began to tend to the wound on his waist again, the sword wound that was more than an inch deep. Remembering that man's ruthlessness and shamelessness, she couldn't help but shudder. Her husband, her senior brother, the Gentleman Sword, with whom she had shared a bed for twenty years, suddenly seemed distant and unfamiliar, as if their twenty years of married life had been nothing more than a long dream. Ning Zhongze sat there blankly for a long time before noticing that Linghu Chong's breathing was a little heavy and his body temperature was a little high. Thinking he had caught a chill, she gently turned Linghu Chong over, intending to put the black robe she had found on him. As she turned Linghu Chong over, Ning Zhongze's wrist touched something hard. She subconsciously touched it and found it too heavy to hold, burning hot. She looked at it with surprise and blushed crimson. She quickly let go and cursed, "This filthy scoundrel, how... how..." She saw that the scoundrel's limp penis was now proudly erect, dark and thick. The oval head, the size of a plum, was black and shiny. Her delicate body trembled for no reason, and her legs suddenly felt weak. Looking at her disciple, whose tanned skin was slightly red and whose face showed pain, Ning Zhongze quickly touched his forehead and found it was even hotter than before. "Ugh..." Linghu Chong suddenly groaned, mumbling, "Water...water..." his throat was a little hoarse. Ning Zhongze hurriedly shoved a black robe onto Linghu Chong, took a broken earthenware pot to the pool to wash it, drew water, tore a piece of cloth from her skirt, wet it, and returned to the stone house. She saw Linghu Chong curled up on the bed, his hands covering his groin, a fine ring of sweat on his forehead, groaning softly. Ning Zhongze draped the wet cloth over Linghu Chong's forehead, helped him sit up and gave him some water, then tried to straighten Linghu Chong's body to lie down, but saw that Linghu Chong had already pulled his robe open himself, tightly covering his groin and groaning softly. His manhood had swelled several inches, with veins winding and dense like earthworms, looking quite ferocious. Ning Zhongze had forgotten the proper boundaries between men and women, her heart filled with anxiety: "This... what should I do? Ah, yes, bee venom..." She suddenly remembered that bee venom not only had aphrodisiac effects but also carried a fiery nature. The jade peaks were several times larger than those of ordinary bees, suggesting the venom was even more potent. Although the bee sting had cleared the blockages in her meridians, the venom had also circulated throughout her body with her internal energy, ultimately causing this situation. It was too late to cure it, and the venom had entered her lungs, a truly troublesome matter. Actually, resolving this situation wasn't difficult; simply releasing her primordial yang would suffice. But for Ning Zhongze... Ning Zhongze was now extremely hesitant and facing immense difficulty. In her thirty-odd years of life, nothing had ever made her so lost and bewildered. Before her, Linghu Chong lay curled up, his robes gently pulled open, revealing his strong, muscular chest. Ning Zhongze trembled, her face flushed. Her eyes suddenly became even deeper and more hazy, as if she were drunk, her gaze becoming unfocused. Finally, she closed her bright eyes, slowly lifted Linghu Chong's lower garment, and tremblingly and tentatively reached inside... All was silent, the only sound in the stone room was the soft hissing of breath, incredibly alluring... Chapter Five: The moment she touched that forbidden place, a surge of heat entered from her fingertips, as if she had been electrocuted, her heart clenched, her legs trembled, she lost her balance, and cried out, quickly withdrawing her hand. Ning Zhongze couldn't help but weep: "I have lived a life without shame before heaven and earth, I have been worthy of my husband and daughter, I don't know what sins I committed in my past life to deserve such shame, my daughter's tragic death, my husband... Enough, enough, I will... wait until Chong'er recovers, and then... die..." She turned her head to the side, her slender fingers trembling as she reached inside again, grasping most of the warm, hard thing, and began to stroke it up and down. Ning Zhongze wielded a sword, so her nails were neatly trimmed. Her palms were slightly calloused, but this did not detract from the fact that her hands were long, white, and translucent. Her warm, jade-like hands grasped the penis, her delicate fingers gently gliding over its grotesque, thick length. The worm-like ridges on that thing touched the nerves in her hands, sending an electric-like sensation from the penis to her palm, then down her arm, a tingling, numb feeling flowing into her chest. Ning Zhongze felt her heart pounding wildly, as if it would burst out of her chest, a suffocating feeling making it hard for her to breathe. As the warm, smooth touch caressed her sensitive spot, Linghu Chong's tense body gradually softened, lying flat on the bed, his hands, however, had become claw-like from the excessive force, unconsciously flailing across the bed. Ning Zhongze felt her neck was too tense and a little sore. She subconsciously turned her head and saw her fair, white hand holding a thick, black pestle, stroking it up and down. Her jade-like face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed. She thought that she had never done such a shameful thing with her hand, even to her husband. She quickly pulled down the hem of Linghu Chong's robe to cover the ugly thing and her right hand, then took a deep breath and slowly began to massage again. She didn't know how much time had passed, or how much torment she had endured, but Linghu Chong still showed no signs of ejaculating, but he was much calmer, and a smile seemed to have appeared on his lips. Ning Zhongze felt a surge of hatred and suddenly thought, "This rascal...could he be awake?" She secretly glanced at Linghu Chong's closed eyes, but it didn't seem so. However, the object in her hand was getting hotter and harder, the veins on it becoming more and more prominent. Her hand was already aching and she could only hold half of it. She gritted her teeth and decided to give up, so she used her left hand to grasp it as well, alternating between them... After an unknown amount of time, the object in her hand suddenly twitched. Ning Zhongze couldn't help but turn her head, a look of confusion on her face. She saw Linghu Chong on the bed suddenly arch his back, his face full of pain, gritting his teeth. Ning Zhongze was shocked and quickly lifted the hem of his robe. She saw that the plum was red and black and glossy, with a small eye in the middle already open...Ah—Ning Zhongze was caught off guard and let out a scream. A stream of hot liquid gushed from the spring, hitting Ning Zhongze's delicate, sword-like eyebrows and obscuring his vision. Ning Zhongze quickly closed his eyes, and through the white liquid, he felt a dark figure on the bed suddenly sit up, a large hand gripping his arm tightly, making a series of "hehehehe" sounds. Ning Zhongze...Startled, her lips parted slightly as she swallowed… A stream of white fluid spurted out, accurately hitting those bright red, full lips. With that swallow… Ning Zhongze froze, her mind blank… another spurt, another… Bai Jing’s forehead, her slender, straight eyebrows, her long eyelashes, her delicate nose, her full lips, her long neck, her chest… all a mess… Ah… With a scream, Ning Zhongze wiped her eyes, feeling an unusually slippery sensation on her hands. Instantly, she was filled with rage, raising her hand: “You traitorous disciple… I’ll beat you to death… I won’t live either…” Ning Zhongze was filled with shame and indignation, hurriedly wiping the slippery fluid off her body with her clothes. She felt a dampness that had soaked through her clothes, her chest felt sticky and itchy, and although the fluid on her face was wiped away, it felt dry. She couldn’t help but feel extremely angry. Turning her head, she saw the culprit, Linghu Chong, lying unconscious on the bed, his breathing steady, indicating the inflammation had subsided. His genitals, now limp and no longer menacing, were gone. Ning Zhongze's anger flared, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and gently slap the wicked black worm… Linghu Chong cried out in pain, his body twisting unnaturally as he covered his genitals with his hands. Ning Zhongze was startled, but after a while, seeing he didn't wake up, she relaxed. That slap seemed to have relieved her anger considerably. She roughly wiped Linghu Chong's lower body, then picked up his wet clothes, intending to wash and dry them by the pool. But as she stood up, she felt her legs were weak, and her undergarments were soaked and sticky. She was filled with remorse and shame. Reaching the pool, she saw the sun was nearing noon, and a gentle breeze made her feel cool. She then realized her own clothes were also half-dry and half-wet. Hesitating for a moment, thinking that the scoundrel wouldn't wake up anytime soon, she took off her outer garment and then her skirt, carefully washing her face and chest. But then she felt uncomfortable with her bodice and undergarments damp. Seeing that there was no movement inside the room, and remembering that the wound on her chest also needed to be cleaned, she quietly took off her bodice as well. A pair of large, plump, white breasts were immediately freed from their restraints, bouncing out and twitching twice, leaving two graceful trails in the air, dazzlingly white in the sunlight... The ripples on the water's surface gradually subsided, the fragments coalescing into a mature, fair, jade-like body, with sword-like eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, full lips, full breasts, a slender waist, round hips, and long legs. Ning Zhongze stood gracefully by the water's edge, arms crossed. Seeing the sorrowful expression on Linghu Chong's face, she was filled with grief. Her daughter was gone, her husband had castrated himself to practice swordsmanship—tragedies had struck suddenly and in quick succession. She felt there was nothing left in the world she cherished, except… her wounded, unruly disciple. She and Linghu Chong were trapped in this valley. Yingying was dead, though she didn't know why, she could guess… Now, Chong'er was her only remaining family… A sigh escaped her lips, a tear falling into the pool, blurring her beautiful figure. Ning Zhongze lightly lifted her long leg, her jade-like foot breaking the surface of the water, ripples spreading around her. Her translucent skin tinged with a peach-pink hue, the water rippling, her beautiful long hair submerged in the water. Like a dark cloud dispersing, it obscured her alluring figure beneath the clear water. Her figure remained proudly erect, her skin white and smooth, her breasts high and full. Her rosy nipples were pert and alluring, her full, glistening breasts trembling in the clear water, creating a deep, tempting cleavage. Her ink-black hair swayed gently with the current, and her slender waist and rounded navel were faintly visible beneath the water's surface... In the water, Ning Zhongze lifted her left breast, cleaned her wound, removed her undergarment, scrubbed it clean, and washed her lower body before returning to shore. She glanced guiltily at the stone house and quickly put on the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) she had found inside. She had only found two ruqun in the stone house, no luqun (another type of traditional Chinese dress), so Ning Zhongze had to wear both, using one as underwear. However, both garments were a bit small, making her body feel constricted, and without an undergarment, her legs felt a little cool. After washing her and Linghu Chong's clothes, it was already noon. She tied a rope between the peach trees in front of the house and hung the clothes to dry. Back in the stone hut, Ning Zhongze found Linghu Chong fast asleep, his hands clasped to his cheeks. A wave of maternal tenderness washed over her as she looked at him. She thought, "He's just a child… barely in his early twenties, yet he's suffered so much. He's had such a hard time. Now… he's my only family…" At that moment, Linghu Chong rolled over, lying on his back. His high, tanned chest was exposed, and one leg was raised, its veins bulging. Looking at Linghu Chong's beast-like, powerful muscles, Ning Zhongze suddenly thought of her husband's body—fair, slender, and with firm muscles—unlike her disciple. A glimpse of something dark between Linghu Chong's legs caught her eye, and a blush instantly spread across her face. She quickly fled into another stone hut. Linghu Chong, in a daze, had a dream, finding himself lying in bed. "I'm not dead..." Linghu Chong was overjoyed, but then he felt a chill in his lower body, as if his robes had been loosened. Terrified, he tried to twist his body, only to find himself bound tightly and unable to move. He heard a faint, suppressed, rapid breathing beside him, and then... a trembling, soft hand suddenly touched his groin. Linghu Chong gasped. The hand was soft, smooth, slender, and long. At first, its teasing movements were clumsy, as if it dared not grip him tightly. Linghu Chong was both shocked and horrified, making a muffled sound, wanting to ask who it was, but unable to utter a word. The soft hand played with him for a long time, gradually becoming more skilled. Linghu Chong was filled with fear, but his body reacted instinctively, becoming erect from the stimulation of that soft hand. A strange stirring arose in his abdomen, like a raging fire, constantly searing him. A pretty face came into view; it was none other than his junior sister, Yue Lingshan. She looked at Linghu Chong with a mixture of reproach and delight, gently rubbing him while shyly asking, "Senior Brother, do you still love me?" Linghu Chong had a thousand words in his heart, desperately wanting to answer, wanting to ask how his junior sister had come back to life, but he couldn't utter a sound. Seeing Linghu Chong's silence, Yue Lingshan grew increasingly sorrowful, sobbing, "I know, you don't love me anymore. You've fallen for that demoness from the Demonic Sect… Senior Brother, I'm leaving." With that, she got out of bed. Linghu Chong was frantic, but couldn't move. At that moment, footsteps approached again, and Linghu Chong felt a smooth body rustle as it climbed onto the bed and slowly straddled him. "Mmm..." The woman on top of him let out a moan of unbearable pleasure, her hands braced on Linghu Chong's chest, her back arched, her graceful waist swaying gently, like a dragonfly skimming the water, tentatively exploring, inch by inch, until his about-to-explode erection slowly sank into a tight, moist, deep, and intoxicating place... The thighs wrapped around his waist were smooth and tender, firm and long, and the buttocks that gently rose and fell on him were round and full, soft yet elastic. She moved towards him like riding a horse, leading Linghu Chong step by step to the peak of ecstasy. Her increasingly heavy breathing and her low, melodious moans were like adding fuel to the fire, making his desire climb higher and higher. "Brother Chong, are you happy?" It was Yingying's voice, with a hint of coquettishness and trembling. When the woman on top of him was drenched in fragrant sweat, Linghu Chong could no longer restrain himself. A low growl escaped his throat, and scorching magma erupted violently… The woman on top of him let out a soft scream, collapsing to her stomach, panting gently like a supple cat. Her soft hair brushed against his bare chest, and her full breasts hung at Linghu Chong's lips, sending shivers of pleasure through him. A long… long… when her emotions had completely calmed down, the alluring breathing ceased. She raised her head, and her beautiful face had transformed into Ning Zhongze. Linghu Chong was utterly horrified, crying out in his heart, "How could this be, how could she have become Master's wife…" Ning Zhongze gave him a charming smile, and with a rustling sound, she finished dressing. Linghu Chong felt her fastening his clothes, then the door opened softly, and she vanished like a ghost. Linghu Chong sat up abruptly, drenched in sweat. He realized he was sleeping on a stone bed in a stone house. It was all a dream. Damn it, damn it! Linghu Chong, you lecherous scoundrel! How could you be so despicable as to dream of your master's wife? He touched his lower body. Hmm? Why is it a little wet… Ah, master's wife, where is she? He remembered putting her on this stone bed. Why is he sleeping here now? Is he still dreaming? Chapter Six: Linghu Chong left the stone house. The sun was rising, and the valley was lush and green, the cold pool emerald green. Several peach trees in front of the door were in full bloom with pink flowers. Straw ropes were tied between the branches, hanging several pieces of clothing, his own and his master's wife's, swaying in the breeze among the flowers. On the stone by the door were two pairs of boots, already washed. One pair was his own, and the other was a pair of small, delicate deerskin boots, which his master's wife had worn outside the valley. Linghu Chong's heart trembled. He cried out, "Master's wife!" and slowly walked to the door of the stone house on the right. He gently pushed the wooden door, and it creaked open. In a glance, he saw that the room was simply furnished but exceptionally clean. There was only a bed, a table, and a small table in the main hall, nothing else. Ning Zhongze was lying on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, as if taking a nap. The separation of life and death, and their reunion after such a calamity, had happened in just one or two days. In this situation, the Buddha said that the bittersweet emotions were nothing short of this. Linghu Chong's nose stung, and tears streamed down his face. He knelt down, like a golden bell or a jade pillar, and knelt before his master's wife. ...The gentle spring sunlight pierced through the sky and streamed into the stone house. The room was silent except for Ning Zhongze's heavy breathing. Her eyelashes trembled, and she seemed to be having a fleeting dream, in which she seemed to have returned to ten years ago, to her husband chasing five- or six-year-old Yue Lingshan across the grass, to her daughter's giggling voice.The sound echoed through the sky, while she stood to the side, arms crossed, watching this heartwarming scene with a radiant smile. Yue Lingshan ran further and further away, when Yue Buqun suddenly abandoned his pursuit, walked up to her, a wicked grin on his face, and began to pluck his beard from under his chin, soon pulling it all out. He then shrilly questioned her, "How did you know I was practicing the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique? You...you...were you spying on me?" At this moment, Yingying suddenly appeared from behind her, standing beside her, and said sharply to Yue Buqun, "Your daughter was killed by Lin Pingzhi, what does that have to do with Linghu Chong? You keep saying that Linghu Chong killed your daughter, you're truly wronging an innocent person. You've wronged Brother Chong, so I'll kill your wife." He then drew a dagger and stabbed it towards her heart. Ning Zhongze desperately tried to dodge, but couldn't move, watching helplessly as the dagger pierced her chest. A familiar figure rushed forward, embracing her and crying out, "Master's wife, Master's wife..." Ning Zhongze suddenly felt the voice was very close, right next to her ear, and abruptly woke up. She saw Linghu Chong, his face streaked with tears, kneeling before her. Linghu Chong hugged Ning Zhongze's legs, sobbing uncontrollably. ... Ning Zhongze stroked Linghu Chong's hair, looking at her disciple before her, and after a long while said lovingly, "Chong'er, life is inherently bitter. A true man should stand tall and upright. If Yingying knew in the afterlife, she wouldn't want to see you so unhappy, wouldn't she?" Linghu Chong wiped away his tears, raised his head, and forced a smile, "Master's wife is right. I won't cry." Ning Zhongze said, "I was stabbed by Yingying, you must know?" Linghu Chong thought of how this had all started, and felt ashamed... "Yes, disciple knows," Linghu Chong replied. Ning Zhongze asked, "Then why are you and I in this valley?... And why is Yingying here...?" Linghu Chong then recounted the events to Ning Zhongze. Upon hearing that Yue Buqun had abandoned her, Ning Zhongze turned pale. After listening to Linghu Chong's account, she pondered for a long time before saying, "Alas, what a tragedy, what a tragedy. Chong'er, although Yingying stabbed me, she died because of her love for you, and because of you and me. I saw you write 'Linghu Chong's beloved wife' on her tombstone. You truly are a fine man." "A husband should value loyalty and be clear about love and hate!" At this point, she suddenly thought of that person, and her nose stung with tears, her voice choked with emotion. She asked again, "Chong'er, what are your plans for the future?" She had worried that Linghu Chong might do something rash, but he replied, "Yingying is gone, and my life has become meaningless. However, my body and hair are gifts from my parents, and I dare not harm them. This place is beautiful, with no one around. Once my master's wife recovers, I will find a way to send her out of the valley, and I will stay here to stay with Yingying." Ning Zhongze heard... Upon uttering the words "Valley," she felt a sense of bewilderment, wondering, "Even if I leave the valley, where should I go?" She felt utterly lost, with nowhere to belong. This valley was so secluded; perhaps she could remain here and live out her remaining days. Then she remembered the incestuous act she had committed for Linghu Chong. Though Linghu Chong was unaware, heaven and earth knew, and it was an act against morality. She thought, "Fine, I'll leave the valley, kill that Lin scoundrel to avenge Shan'er, and then find a place to die peacefully!" She made this decision silently. Just then, a few rumbling sounds came from her stomach, indicating she hadn't eaten for nearly two days and was feeling hungry. Ning Zhongze blushed slightly and tried to get up, but unexpectedly, Linghu Chong was holding her legs. As she stood up, her ancient dress, worn and tattered, was torn open at the crotch. Linghu Chong's vision blurred; pink, snow-white, and jet-black hues flashed before his eyes. He froze, forgetting to let go, and felt a delicate, orchid-like fragrance waft into his nose, causing him to swallow hard. Ning Zhongze, overwhelmed with shame, felt even more embarrassed and indignant upon hearing Linghu Chong's swallowing sound. She hurriedly pulled down her skirt, only to touch Linghu Chong's hands. Linghu Chong felt a soft, pink substance on the back of his hand, jolted awake, and quickly let go, turning away and cursing himself for his actions. Ning Zhongze whispered, "Chong'er, you… go out for a moment." Linghu Chong hurriedly turned and rushed out of the room, but the threshold blocked his way, and he tripped and fell flat on his face, wincing in pain and looking quite disheveled. Ning Zhongze, seeing this, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. Linghu Chong stood up, not daring to turn around, but heard Ning Zhongze say, "Chong'er... from now on, you shall call me Master. Don't call me Master's Wife anymore." Linghu Chong thought for a moment and understood why his Master's Wife said this. He immediately replied, "Yes, Master. I'm awake. I'll go find some food." Linghu Chong took a few steps, then felt a hard, uncomfortable thing protruding between his legs. He remembered Ning Zhongze's jade-like fingers touching the back of his hand; those fingers were as white and smooth as scallions, incredibly delicate and pink. A flutter of desire rose in his heart, and he thought, "Master's Wife's hands are truly beautiful..." With a slap, he fiercely struck his right hand with his left, thinking, "Linghu Chong, Linghu Chong, how can you be such a beast, having such vile thoughts about Master's Wife? If you continue to be so filthy, I'll chop your hand off..."How could you be such a beast, having such vile thoughts about your master's wife? If you continue to act so filthyly, I'll chop your hands off...How could you be such a beast, having such vile thoughts about your master's wife? If you continue to act so filthyly, I'll chop your hands off...

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