Monsters of S City

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I arrived in S City in the middle of the night.
Xiaoling was already waiting for me at the train station. When I saw her, and saw her standing before me even more beautifully, I was overjoyed. Ignoring the crowded people around me, I rushed forward, picked her up, and pressed a passionate kiss to her cherry lips.
Xiaoling's face burned bright red. After a few seconds of infatuation, she looked at me, tears silently streaming down her face. I suddenly felt my love for her, a love I had never felt so earnest and sincere before. I lowered my head and gently kissed her eyes, saying nothing, holding her even tighter, as if there were no thick cotton clothes between us, but rather a loving young couple flirting in bed, our bodies rubbing against each other.
Xiaoling endured my impetuousness. After a few seconds, she said, "No—our brothers are watching us at the station. If they see us, it will embarrass us."
I was taken aback, but immediately understood—after such a big incident, Qimen would naturally have some spies stationed at these key transportation routes.
I asked Xiaoling, "Where are we going? Where do you stay?"
Xiaoling asked me, "At the company hotel, or a hotel?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to a hotel. You'll be shy in familiar places, right?"
Xiaoling raised her fist high, but when it fell, it was like a dragonfly skimming the water, full of tenderness and affection, which I enjoyed immensely.
...
After arriving at the hotel, I started to worry. It turned out that I didn't really know Xiaoling very well. For example, her moans tonight were particularly loud, so much so that I had to turn the TV up. Even so, I was still worried that the people in the next room would be woken up...
After satisfying each other with our tongues, I "never stopped" and pressed Xiaoling down on the soft Simmons mattress. Xiaoling kept moaning, and I suddenly felt that I should say something too. Before I knew it, I blurted out, "I missed you so much, Xiaoling! I love you so much!"
Xiaoling's body stiffened, and then she threw herself into our lovemaking with even greater passion. She hummed softly, then said haltingly, "I miss you too—I think of you all the time—I miss you—"
It turned out that the mutual longing and confession between two people was so moving and exciting, like a powerful aphrodisiac injected into my veins, making my blood boil. I rolled over, letting Xiaoling climb on top of me. Xiaoling tensed, thinking I was going to make her take the initiative, and just as she tried to straighten up, I had already sat up, holding her graceful body. Xiaoling didn't know what I was going to do; her arms were around my neck, her body pressed against mine, her eyes glazed over. I held her and slowly walked around the room, our joined bodies rubbing together, bringing us even greater pleasure. Slowly, I reached the bathroom door, pushed it open, and pushed her against the sink.
"Xiaoling, look back! We're connected, like one person..." I kissed her ear. My lower body continued its movements relentlessly.
Xiaoling trembled, turning around to see two naked bodies under the light, already soaked in sweat, their reflections shimmering in the mirror with each thrust.
"You—you're so…bad…" Xiaoling's voice trembled, as if she couldn't breathe.
"I'm the best! I'll bring you all the happiness in the world…" With that vow, I launched another fierce attack. Soon, Xiaoling screamed, and with a shudder, pressed her body against mine, reaching her climax. I stopped tenderly, letting her savor the peak of pleasure.
Then, without any mercy, I launched an even more ferocious thrust. A dozen seconds later, something unexpected happened: Xiaoling trembled again, reaching her climax once more.
So, she could be happy like this. Xiaoling's face was as red as wet rouge, exceptionally alluring.
I stopped again, waited a few seconds, and softly asked her, "Is this okay?"
"How could this be?" Xiaoling murmured, unable to lift her head, "How could this be okay..."
"Perhaps, there's only better, no best!..." I said, as I carried her back to the bed, tossed her up, pounced on the bed, and once again wildly entered her body, reaching the deepest, most profound part of her. This time, it was a final, unreserved thrust... My penis swelled to its maximum, each thrust a full-force effort. Soon, Xiaoling's legs, which had been wrapped around my waist, lay limply on the bed, creating a slight distance between us. My hand scooped down, cupping her buttocks in my hands, pulling them closer to my body with each thrust—this feeling was as if each time brought a deeper connection, as if our souls were drawing closer. I seemed to hear a desperate scream from within her body…
Xiaoling loosened her grip on my neck, burying herself deep in her hair. A long, drawn-out cry escaped her throat, and at the moment of my ejaculation, I simultaneously felt a spasm within her body… Then, Xiaoling closed her eyes, parted her arms to the sides, leaving half a moan in her throat, and fell silent, lying motionless on the bed. I lay undignifiedly on top of her, feeling utterly exhausted, savoring the intimate pleasure of body and soul…
After a while, I realized something was wrong—usually, Xiaoling would have already pushed me away, saying I was as heavy as a bear, but why was she so quiet today? Looking down, I saw no sign of her. I was startled, and quickly checked her pulse, immediately relieved—Xiaoling had simply fainted from pleasure.
I lowered my head and kissed Xiaoling's wet nipple, damp with our sweat, with a slightly salty taste like seawater. Unconsciously, her nipples, still erect from my kisses, stood erect silently. I flicked them a few times with my fingers, then went to take a shower, feeling utterly bored.
Back in the room, I sat on the sofa and gazed at Xiaoling, whose skin was as white as jade, for a while before feeling a little tired. Leaning back, I felt something prickly against Xiaoling's back. I shook it and felt its weight. Xiaoling had been carrying this trench coat on her arm, not wearing it. What could be so heavy? I adjusted it, opened the trench coat, and my eyes widened—two submachine guns were hanging from the two lapels!
I didn't even dare touch those two khaki-colored submachine guns. The magazines must be full. —They were far more advanced than the ones I'd seen at the police academy.
My mind was in turmoil.
Qimen was far more complex than I'd imagined. Just the fact that Xiaoling managed to get her hands on two such advanced submachine guns, and dared to carry them in her trench coat while walking down the street with me, shows that Qimen is no ordinary organization. Moreover, Xiaoling's courage is extraordinary. Anyone
who needs a submachine gun to deal with isn't just a simple kung fu master! That Blood Demon of the four great demon clans must be someone Qimen is willing to pay a heavy price to eliminate. It seems this demon clan isn't as simple as Boss Ding described, just playing tricks.
I turned back to look at Xiaoling; she was still asleep, silent. She didn't know I was worried about her, worried she'd be killed by the demons, worried she'd be caught by the police on the street…
I didn't want to wake her, nor did I want to ask her where the guns came from; my mind was in turmoil.
It felt like I was walking step by step into a dark swamp, with each step bringing a monstrous, overwhelming danger ahead.
I lay in bed, unable to sleep for a long time. I slowly pulled Xiaoling into my arms. Her body was cool, which sent a slight shiver down my spine. I kissed her again and again, as if I would lose her the very next morning. The ecstasy I had felt during those multiple orgasms had completely vanished.
My hand rested on her soft breast, feeling her heartbeat. I don't know how long it lasted before I drifted off to sleep.
Early the next morning, Xiaoling stirred, and I woke up again. Xiaoling turned over, looking at me playfully.
I opened my eyes; my head ached, and the sunlight was dazzling. I forced a smile at her.
Xiaoling pressed her body against mine again, her skin warm. I tightened my arms around her, holding her close.
"Xiaoling, I heard from Mr. Ding that you went to S City. I was worried about you," I said.
"There's nothing to worry about. Didn't you tell me before that everything is fate's arrangement? I used to worry about myself, about many things. But after meeting you, I'm no longer afraid!" Xiaoling whispered, biting my chest muscle in my arms.
I was silent for a moment, unsure how to answer her. After a while, I couldn't help but ask her, "Xiaoling, why are there two submachine guns in your trench coat? Are they real or fake?"
"Of course they're real! Fake? Do you think I'm some kind of enthusiast? Just hanging around like that for fun?" Xiaoling replied without hesitation.
"Aren't you worried about being caught by the police?" I asked, looking at her, my heart pounding faster.
"Silly girl! I have a gun license!" She gently bit my nipple a few times, tickling me uncomfortably.
"What? You have a gun license? Where did you get it? It's fake!" I asked.
"Fake, no doubt! Although I'm not afraid of death, I don't want to risk my life! And I don't want to meet you in your prison as a female prisoner..." she said playfully, seemingly alluding to me and Xiaoli. "Then..." I wanted to ask where the gun license came from, but I held back. After all, I wasn't interested in Qimen matters right now; perhaps it was better to know less. So, I finally asked, "Where are we going to play today?"
"Play?" Xiaoling thought for a moment and said, "Today, I'm going to go see that dead elder. Two other guardians and two members of the North Wind Group want to study the elder's body to see how the demons killed him."
"Oh? How did they kill him? Haven't you figured it out yet? Was it with knives, guns, suffocation, or poison...?" I asked curiously.
"It might have been poison, but we can't find anything. And that corpse is particularly strange; the corners of its mouth are upturned, and it always has a very mysterious smile on its face that no matter how much you massage it, you can't get rid of..." Xiaoling explained.
"Where is the corpse kept?" I asked.
"It's in the company's warehouse," Xiaoling said.
"Oh? Well, we're going to the company first today, right? Um, I have a friend, a woman, born on the same day as me. She's not doing much right now, shining shoes on the street. I'd like to find her a job. I mentioned it to Boss Ding, and she said you could handle it. By the way, she has a younger sister studying at university in this city. As long as her salary is enough for her and her sister's living expenses, that's reasonable, right?" I said,
"Oh? You rascal… you must have done something bad to deserve this…" Xiaoling pinched my butt hard: "It's nothing. Let her do something light. Here's what you do: bring her to the company, tell the receptionist you're from New Zealand and have to transfer to Macau immediately, so you're short on time and need to meet with a manager here. She'll then take you to see the company's head. I'll tell him about this first, and he can arrange it. If you think it's necessary, you can also show him your jade pendant…"
I hadn't expected it to be so simple. But I still don't know where Ye Zhi is! Or perhaps they weren't even in this city, or maybe they weren't setting up their shoeshine stall right now… But the thought that I was genuinely doing it made me feel at ease.
So, after breakfast, I accompanied Xiaoling to the fashion company. When we arrived, it was incredibly grand! For a moment, I felt a newfound respect for Qimen.
But, as soon as I entered, I had a sense of unease. It felt like I shouldn't have come here. Even our playful banter and whispered conversations couldn't alleviate this feeling, yet I couldn't tell Xiaoling why I felt this way.
As I talked to Xiaoling, I thought: Maybe I'm insecure—Qimen is so powerful, but everyone else has real skills to reach their positions within the sect, while I… I got there by… that thing… Maybe that's what makes me uneasy, that's why I'm afraid to meet these members.
The closer we got to the morgue, the stronger this unease became.
Xiaoling greeted the morgue guard, knowing that the others were already waiting for her inside. There was no other way. I told myself, "Never give up!" Then, steeling myself, I pushed open the warehouse door with Xiaoling.
We wound our way through narrow passageways between the goods, nearing the morgue. My heart pounded, sweat poured down my face, and I kept berating myself for being so inexperienced and useless. But as we turned the last corner, I realized things weren't as simple as I'd imagined.
Xiaoling and I stopped simultaneously. The table where the bodies were kept was still there, but it wasn't just one body! Instead, it was a jumble of bodies scattered about!
"Draw your guns!" I yelled at Xiaoling.
Xiaoling's expression froze, but her hands didn't stop for a second. In an instant, she pulled two submachine guns from under her trench coat. With a quick movement, she disengaged both guns.
"Give me one!" I told her, and before I finished speaking, she handed me a submachine gun.
"What do we do?" she asked, her trust and reliance on me completely evident. "Are they gone? Should we fire a warning shot?"
"The demons are definitely still here! But I don't know where they are! If we don't eliminate them, no matter how many brothers come, they'll still die!" I whispered, "You and I will stand back to back, one step apart, and listen to my commands! Pay attention to the direction, don't get it wrong..."
Instantly, Xiaoling and I formed a battle formation, guns in hand, scanning our surroundings.
"Xiaoling, how many magazines do you have left?" I asked her nervously.
"No, only two left..." Xiaoling said softly, but before she could finish, we heard a sinister laugh, sounding indescribably eerie, coming from somewhere unknown.
"Give me both! We'll retreat to the left together!" I commanded Xiaoling. Xiaoling responded and cooperated.
After taking only two steps, I suddenly remembered: that feeling of unease I had just felt was definitely not stage fright, but intuition! There was something wrong with my intuition, but I just had no experience with it before, so I thought I was afraid. And this feeling is unlikely to be something I was born with, so this feeling was most likely a gift from the magic ring and the amulet!
Thinking this way, I suddenly felt a sense of clarity and confidence, all tension gone. "Stop!" I said to Xiaoling, and instantly we stopped in place. I carefully considered my surroundings, but it was as if an invisible net was sealing my senses within a very small space. I could only sense the corpses on the mortuary table; all other senses were blocked by the piles of packing boxes. My intuition told me that there was something wrong with these packing boxes, but I didn't know which ones were problematic—if there were many bullets, I could just spray bullets along the way, but there were only two magazines…
I moved closer to Xiaoling and extended my left hand behind me, letting her hold mine, and whispered, "Give me some inner strength!"
Instantly, a force flowed from my arm. I focused on the amulet on my chest, and it broke through the invisible net surrounding the packing boxes, transmitting my spiritual power to probe the surroundings.
As I probed, I told her, "Count to the left..." Then I made three marks on her palm, and then said, "Count down..." Then I made two marks on her palm. She squeezed my hand, indicating that she understood that those were the packaging boxes where the enemy was hiding. I then told her about the next target...
But strangely, I only sensed six of them. Could it be that only six people could have killed so many skilled fighters?
Without time to think, I lowered my voice and said to Xiaoling, "You take the first three. Sweep them through once, then finish each one with four shots, understand?"
Xiaoling squeezed my hand.
I pulled my hand back, then deliberately waved the gun around the barrel and said, "Go!" I immediately pointed the gun at the targets and fired in turn. When I had used twenty bullets, and had already shot each of the remaining three targets several times, I turned the gun as if to shoot the next target, but suddenly quickly changed magazines.
I had just changed the magazine when I felt a huge object flying towards me. Without thinking, I raised my gun and unleashed thirty rounds of ammunition, like water, at the unseen object I sensed flying towards me.
With each shot, I heard a muffled groan, and then felt as if I'd been struck hard in the chest. I stumbled backward, rolling on the ground with Xiaoling, but my submachine gun kept firing, spraying bullets at the seemingly nonexistent object. The object retreated with each shot, as if the bullets couldn't penetrate it. But when my gunfire stopped, I noticed the object had stopped retreating.
A wave of panic washed over me—if it came closer, Xiaoling and I might become two fresh corpses on the morgue… I frantically changed the magazine while thinking this.
Suddenly, I realized Xiaoling was lying beside me, her gun pointed forward. I immediately understood why the unseen but felt object hadn't come closer! It was afraid too! With a sigh of relief, I loaded the magazine with a click! But when I looked up again, I couldn't feel the object anymore. Where I had sensed the monster's presence, there was a pool of blood.
This made me nervous. I reached out and grabbed Xiaoling's hand: "Internal force!"
Xiaoling's internal force instantly flowed through me.
I could immediately sense that the monster was still present in certain parts of the warehouse, but its arrogance was no longer as fierce as before!
I pulled Xiaoling along, saying, "Let's take it down!" As soon as I finished speaking, the tension in my heart eased, and I could no longer sense the monster's presence. It was probably gone!
Xiaoling and I dared not move rashly. We remained there for a few more minutes, but we couldn't sense anything anymore.
Then we heard blood flowing from the bullet holes in the packaging box, the sound of it hitting the ground was particularly chilling.
Strangely, no one came in.
Xiaoling and I slowly retreated to the warehouse door, only to find that the two guards had already been killed! The warehouse was secluded, and nobody ever came here. The gunshots were faint, completely drowned out by the noise of the machines in the workshop.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but it made me feel utterly exhausted.
I didn't dare engage the safety on my submachine gun; my hands trembled as I placed it on my feet and plopped down.
Xiaoli, holding a gun, stood guard beside me, asking how I was.
My chest ached dully. I unbuttoned my shirt and found a large bruise on my chest—the mark of the amulet! And on the amulet was a very inconspicuous thing, like a wasp's stinger. Just
as I was about to remove it, Xiaoling said, "Don't touch it!"
She broke off a branch from a holly tree by the roadside and pried the strange stinger off. The thin needle lay on the ground, dull and lifeless.
I said in surprise, "Such a tiny thing can be used as a hidden weapon?"
Xiaoling nodded and said, "Neither metal nor wood! No wonder we couldn't find out the cause of that elder's death! Brother, you've survived a great calamity, you must be very lucky!"
I looked at the needle on the ground and said, "This thing is indeed a bit strange! But such a small thing can't necessarily kill a person, right?"
Xiaoling didn't say anything, thought for a moment, and was about to say something when her expression changed drastically. She threw away the newly broken holly branch in her hand.
I looked and saw that the branch was completely lifeless, withered and dead…

After a few minutes of deathly silence, Xiaoling said to me, “You should go back first! There’s probably a traitor inside… We can’t reveal your identity. You’d better not meet with anyone.”
I paused for a moment, stood up, kissed her on the cheek, and said, “We’ll go together, otherwise I’ll worry about you. Maybe that monster hasn’t gone far.”
Xiaoling shook her head and said, “Now that so many people have died, many brothers will be rushing over from all over. The conflict between the Qimen and the demon race is no longer a small one, but a war! Today was just a lucky day… You’d better leave now, otherwise many things will be unclear—I can’t lie to the elders and say you’re not here, and they will definitely find out. If there really is a traitor instigating them to see you, that would be troublesome. But if you leave, I can say with peace of mind that you’ve left, as long as Master doesn’t tell me who you are…”

She repeated this for a long time, and finally, my scalp tingled from listening, so I had no choice but to agree. I entrusted Ye Zhi’s matter entirely to Xiaoling.
I only met Xiaoling once, spending one night together. Then I hurriedly boarded the train and returned to Huilong Town.
But my spirit was completely different; it was as if I had just experienced a life-or-death situation. I seemed to have a more detached view of life, yet also a greater attachment to it…
Boss Ding had already received the letter and learned that many people had died in Qimen, but she didn't rush back. Instead, she stayed in Huilong Town for another week before heading to S City after the Lantern Festival.
I asked her why.
Boss Ding said that the struggle between Qimen and the demon race hadn't just started recently. Because Qimen had suffered so many casualties this time, they weren't able to launch a counterattack immediately.
And based on what I'd said, I guessed that the Blood Demon had blocked a burst of bullets from me and was probably seriously injured as well. The news that came through said that the six accomplices who came with the Blood Demon to kill had all died from submachine gun fire. So, the demon race's losses weren't small either! Therefore, they wouldn't launch an offensive in the short term.
Even more critically, the reason the demon race failed this time was mainly due to my sudden appearance and my miraculous prediction of their hiding place in the packaging box, which almost led to their complete annihilation. Now, the Blood Demon doesn't know where I am or who I am. And before they figure out who I am, no matter how ruthless the demon race is, they won't dare to act rashly.
Therefore, her staying in Huilong Town, with me to look after her, is actually the best choice.
Of course, she also wants to stay with her daughter for a few more days.
I think what she said is theoretically sound. I'm much more at ease about Xiaoling's safety.
A few days later, I received a letter from that fashion company. The letter contained only a few words:
If she doesn't love, her heart freezes;
if she loves, her heart burns.
Both are disasters.
Which disaster is better? God knows!
The letter was signed not by Pet?fi, but by Yeats. This made me sigh again. But I felt much more at ease.
So, every day, under Boss Ding's guidance, I diligently practiced my external martial arts.
Every morning I get up very early, drink a big bowl of leopard meat soup, then carry two big dumbbells and run to a small reservoir about ten miles from the town, then turn around and run back.
I drank another bowl of beef soup, then started lifting the barbell… 200 times in a row…
After dropping the barbell, I drank another bowl of leopard meat soup, then started hitting the punching bag for another hour…
You might think this isn't exercise, but just a way to feast! You'd be wrong! Calling it meat soup is just a euphemism. Actually, the soup had Chinese medicine in it, it was incredibly bitter. After I forced myself to drink it, I felt like my whole body was on fire, and there was no way I could slack off! I needed to vent my anger! So, in a week, I broke eight canvas punching bags. Later, I hung a broken tin oil drum in the yard, filled it with bricks, wrapped my hands in gauze, and started hitting the broken oil drum…
Brother Wu came once, watched me practice with great interest, nodded, and was quite amazed by this unusual medicinal diet method. He was also very satisfied with my rapid progress.
The happiest one was Xiaoli… That night, after drinking a large bowl of medicinal wine, I jumped into the icy cold water, crushing the ice cubes floating on the surface one by one with my hands while soaking… After jumping out of the bathtub, Xiaoli dried me off with a towel. At this point, my hands were no longer crushing ice cubes, but rather Xiaoli's soft, warm breasts… So, I've mastered the Ruyi Divine Skill. Xiaoli is also a martial artist, with tremendous energy, so her moans in bed are earth-shattering, so much so that when I see Boss Ding in the morning, her face is always flushed…
After Boss Ding left, Xiaoli returned to prison.
When I got up again in the morning, no one was making hot soup. I ran around for a bit, returned to bed, and felt utterly bored!
I lifted the barbell a few times in the yard, but then I didn't want to move anymore.
I slammed the tin oil drum again, producing a deafening crash that startled me. I stood there stunned for a while, then went back to my room, took off my clothes, and went back to sleep for a long, restful nap…
Without anyone watching, my kung fu training became sporadic.
A few days later, Brother Wu came. He asked how I was doing. I embarrassedly said I hadn't been feeling well, so I hadn't been training much.
Brother Wu smiled and said, “When I was young, my temperament was similar to yours. How about this, from now on, I'll live with you…”
As a result, Brother Wu became my coach.
So, I started training with renewed vigor. I trained like this for about a month
…
One evening, as I passed the town clinic, I overheard people talking about a family that had given birth to triplets!
My heart skipped a beat. I remembered what the three little spirits had told me before, and I involuntarily went into the clinic to see for myself. What I saw made me panic—it was indeed two boys and a girl! The three little ones were all sleeping peacefully! What were they like? Ugh, that newborn baby was just...ugly!
I stared at it for a long time, speechless. I silently withdrew.
Back home, after dinner, I told Brother Wu about the Ring.
He was surprised.
I silently took the Ring and amulet off my person and handed them to him. I said, "With this, I can sense everything within a ten-meter radius."
Brother Wu slowly put on the Ring and the amulet.
His eyes suddenly lit up. Then he gently closed them again. After a long while, he opened his eyes, didn't speak, but let out a long sigh.
When he finally spoke, he said something I never expected: "I'm going to die. I only have three months left to live!"
"What?" I exclaimed in shock.
Brother Wu smiled faintly and said, “No one lives forever! Death is a liberation, and I’ve been waiting for it to arrive! The Ring and the amulet aren’t as simple as you imagine! The movements you sense within ten meters aren’t their original function. You haven’t learned to use them, and of course, I don’t know how to use them either. We communicate with them based on our instincts. Sometimes, we might be able to use them to achieve some of our goals, but… how should I put it? It’s less about using them and more about them using us!”
After hearing this, I felt sad for a long time, but then I thought that whether I used them or they used me, as long as it was useful, that was enough. I shared this sentiment with Brother Wu.
Brother Wu said, “That’s true, but if we only use these three treasures instinctively, it would be a waste! I’ve thought about it, and to control them, it boils down to two words—strength! We must use the principle of strength to control them, so that they are merely tools, not tools for them! Although we don’t know how to use them now, you must have the confidence to conquer them! And conquest can only be achieved by strengthening your own power! Just like a precious sword, a child cannot wield it properly, nor can it fulfill its purpose… Also, regarding those three children, since their family is very poor and cannot support them, you could take them into your home and find them a better teacher… I still have some money; I can help you.”
I said, “ "Money isn't the problem. When I went to the provincial capital last time, I tried the bank cards they left behind, and each one had a million yuan on it… They figured that out themselves. The key is that I can't be sure they are those three elves. Besides, if they are, their intention was to experience the joys and sorrows of the human world. If I make things too easy for them, it doesn't seem right. But if I make them suffer too much, I'll be failing their trust… It's a bit difficult to strike the right balance…"
Brother Wu said, "That's true… Then let's wait another week. After a week, take the Ring, the amulet, and some brightly colored toys to those children, and let them choose! Even if they drink the Meng Po soup and don't recognize you, the Ring and the amulet should be able to sense their former owner… That's the only way."
I thought about it and agreed.
Before I could even speak, Brother Wu said, "Before I leave, I have no choice but to pass on all my skills to you! For the next two months, don't go anywhere! You have to endure the hardship, okay?"
I nodded...
Then, for two months, I learned what it meant to suffer unspeakably, to feel like I was living a life worse than death... I dare not speak of the suffering I endured, afraid that you would not be able to sleep after reading it...
Whenever I felt like crying and giving up, I would think: Persevere! Persevere! Gritting my teeth, I held on for a second, and in the end, I truly persevered.
Two months later, Brother Wu said that he was going on a long journey, and perhaps he would never come back. He gave me everything in his house in the county town, and all the transfer procedures were completed.
Then came the separation of life and death...
Men, well, let's not dwell on the sentimentalities! I only remember that I drank three bottles of Maotai that night...
Brother Wu never came back, until much later, someone came to find me with Brother Wu's keepsake, saying that Brother Wu had brought me a message... Of course, that was many years later.
Let me tell you about the three elves.
Sure enough, just as Brother Wu had said, the three little fellows' eyes darted around, only staring at the pretty toys, showing no interest in the Ring and the amulet. However, the Ring and the amulet, after my probing, vibrated—a vibration that signified "yes" in their communication with me.
I was delighted. While hesitating whether to help the three reincarnated elves, I also reconsidered my life plans—did I want to live an ordinary life, or a life of transcendence?
This question lingered in my mind for a very long time. Finally, I set a deadline for myself: seven years. In seven years, I'll be thirty! Before that, I'll live a normal, ordinary life in this world! After thirty, I'll venture out into the world!
Before these three spirits turned three, I only provided for them financially (actually, it was their own money!), buying them some milk powder and rice cereal every week. After they turned three, I officially started helping them, teaching them martial arts, and passing on the martial arts they left behind to them. This continued until they turned thirty, after which I let them fend for themselves…
But there was a prerequisite: I myself had to first master their martial arts, which forced me to seriously reread the books they left behind.
After more than three months of training, my skills are now vastly different! My abilities have increased by about fifty times! How was this figure calculated? Well, it was deduced from the amulet's perception range! I can now accurately perceive the existence and movement of everything within a range of over 500 meters! Of course, this might not be entirely accurate.
But the wonders of flying with two wings, as Brother Wu mentioned, have already given me an unprecedented experience! Every physical tempering gives wings to the soul's flight, and every flight of the soul makes my body stronger and more agile! With the aid of the Ring and the amulet, it was like adding wings to a tiger…
Looking back at the scriptures left by the three elves, I realized how shallow my previous understanding had been.
I always felt that the martial arts of these three elves were actually just conveying the same principle, but in practice, they were vastly different! After thinking for a long time, I could only assume that the similarity of their martial arts was the principle of the origin of power that Brother Wu had mentioned, while the differences were like the differences between Tai Chi giving rise to Yin and Yang, the Four Symbols, the Eight Trigrams, and even the differences between all things.
I knew I couldn't get bogged down in the pursuit of pure theory, but should try to understand the wonders of these three martial arts through practice. Perhaps only in this way could I better understand the true meaning of these three martial arts…
So, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to practicing these three skills.
My yard was too small, and there was really no quiet place in the town. Finally, I found an open space in a cemetery in the southwest of the town and went there to practice martial arts every morning and evening.
No one guided me, but I seemed to have a special talent for it. If a move feels natural to me, I've probably practiced it correctly; if it feels awkward, I'm definitely doing it wrong! (Many years later, looking back, I'd still be quite pleased with my momentary cleverness.)
People often say that whatever a person does, they inevitably add their own elements!
I'm human, and of course, I'm no exception. So, after my interpretation, the elves' martial arts were no longer simply elf martial arts. I unconsciously incorporated the use of internal energy from the Tai Chi Divine Sect, the Qimen Dunjia's Duoxin Jing, the basic skills of the Book of Life and Death, and even the concepts of modern combat sports. But fundamentally, it still retains the original intent of the three scriptures!
I summarized their martial arts into three very simple moves—originally, their martial arts were practically nonexistent!
Hongyun's skill was a move called "A Thousand Charms," an extremely yin and soft move;
Tiefeng's skill was a move called "Indestructible." This is an extremely yang and powerful move;
Lü Qinglong's kung fu is a move called "Yin Yang Weird," which, well, should be a move that balances yin and yang...
If we were to further subdivide it, then:
the "Thousand Charms" move, after the transformation of Tai Chi generating Yin and Yang, can be divided into "Tender Feelings" and "Heart-wrenching." The "Tender Feelings" move is like a lady throwing herself into someone's arms, a move that uses softness to overcome hardness; while the "Heart-wrenching" move is like a soft sob under the moonlight, a move that uses softness to overcome softness...
The "Invincible" move, after the transformation of Tai Chi generating Yin and Yang, can be transformed into "Unstoppable Force" and "Devastating Force." The "Unstoppable Force" move is like a force splitting a mountain, a move that uses hardness to overcome hardness; while the "Devastating Force" move is like a sharp knife cutting through tangled hemp, a move that uses hardness to overcome softness...
The "Yin Yang Weird" move seems to have no room for variation! But within the move itself, it seems to have a thousand transformations.
If we go any further… @＃￥％＆×～ A large number of readers cursed:)
When I actually started practicing kung fu, I realized that my previous view of Lü Qinglong was extremely wrong! He seems extremely unlikable, like a victim, but could someone who can come up with such superb martial arts be… what kind of person? It seems that he is someone who is very good at hiding his true strength! Why do I suddenly say this?
If I assume that these three kung fu techniques attack each other, and if the skill levels are similar, then, if Hongyun or Tiefeng's moves are used to attack Lü Qinglong's moves, Lü Qinglong will seem very passive, as if he is about to be defeated. But in reality, even if the person using the "Thousand Charms" or "Invincible" moves exhausts their strength, they will not be able to break through the defense of the person using the "Yin Yang Weird Qi" move. So, if the fight is short, it should be a draw, but if it's long, "Yin Yang Qi" will definitely have the upper hand...
This puzzled me for a long time. Perhaps, it needs to be proven in actual combat...
...
When Boss Ding came to see Xiao Li again, he came with Xiao Ling, which made me feel a little awkward.
Fortunately, Xiao Li was still living in prison, so I stayed with Xiao Ling at night.
Boss Ding was very surprised by my progress. When he heard that Brother Wu taught me kung fu and that Brother Wu might have passed away, the light in Boss Ding's eyes dimmed for a long time...
Later, of course, he had to test my kung fu.
Xiao Ling was no match for me anymore.
After a few moves, I gently pushed her back, and Xiao Ling landed lightly on the sidelines.
Xiao Ling was startled, turned around, and attacked fiercely, showing no mercy. But I used the three moves interchangeably, becoming more and more proficient. In the end, after any two of the three moves, Xiao Ling would inevitably be knocked out of the ring by my palm. It was always effective!
Xiao Ling's eyes were full of doubt. She had lost all confidence in sparring with me!
Ms. Ding was stunned.
Incredulous, she finally stepped onto the stage herself, beckoning me to attack…
In just two moves, without even a simple variation, Xiaoling was defeated without a chance to defend herself. This inflated my confidence to unprecedented levels.
Calming my mind, I slowly unleashed a move called "A Thousand Charms."
Ms. Ding smiled slightly and took a step back.
I didn't rush to attack either, calmly taking a step forward, simultaneously changing my stance. Since it was an attack, it transformed into a move with a hidden yin-yang undertone, "Sweet Affection," lunging forward directly at Ms. Ding's chest. After the tender facade of the first move, this one seemed somewhat rude.
Ms. Ding didn't seem to care, still taking a step back slightly, moving out of my optimal attack range.
I quickly took another step forward, changing my stance again, followed by a "Unbreakable" move, raining down on Ms. Ding like a torrential downpour, trying to make her retreat less graceful.
However, Ms. Ding remained composed, quickly shifting her body to the left to avoid the strongest force of my punch. Then, with an incredible flourish, she swung her hands twice in the air, easily deflecting my power.
I launched three attacks, while Ms. Ding parried all three, focusing solely on defense. This made me anxious.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that if offense was considered Yang, then her defensive strategy and techniques were Yin! Therefore, I should use either the principle of using hardness to overcome softness or softness to overcome softness, along with their variations. With this thought, I immediately slowed my movements, shifting from the unyielding "Invincible" to the devastating "Crushing Down the Dry" approach, and attacked Ms. Ding's lower body.
Ms. Ding's expression was strange. She blocked my attack with both hands and met my fist with a strike. Her arm met my fist, and she, like me, was simultaneously forced back a step. I secretly admired this seemingly weak and powerless woman; her slender arms possessed immense strength! But seeing that this move was effective, it seemed that using underhanded tactics was the right approach. So, the "crushing force" was replaced with a "splendid and unpredictable" attack, a continuous and ever-changing barrage, like a swirling mist, entangling Ms. Ding.
Ms. Ding retreated five steps, then launched an attack—I had expected her to continue retreating. Caught off guard, I immediately retreated three steps in a flustered manner, frantically reorganizing my attack.
Gradually, Ms. Ding adapted to my moves and began to organize an effective counterattack. Suddenly, I began to lose my composure. In the end, there was no time to use Hongyun's Iron Wind moves. Instead, I used Lü Qinglong's "Yin Yang Weird Qi" move, which, amidst countless variations, followed Ms. Ding's attacks that came like a blizzard.
Ms. Ding's offensive continued unabated, but the light in her eyes was filled with surprise. Xiao Ling, watching from the sidelines, was utterly stunned.
After exchanging over fifty blows, Ms. Ding suddenly flashed her hands before my eyes with incredible speed, as if a million hands were floating in front of me.
My vision blurred, and I involuntarily took a step back.
Ms. Ding seemed to have anticipated my retreat. Before I could regain my footing, a simple, unadorned palm strike came straight at my chest.
I scrambled to parry, lost my balance, and tumbled to the ground…
…
I tried several more times, with similar results, except that Ms. Ding's ability to defeat me was decreasing. In the end, it seemed as if a single flick of her hand could strike the moment my attack faltered. As a result, my offensive, like when I fought Xiao Ling, was confined to a few moves.
I stood there dejectedly, my earlier composure completely gone.
Xiao Ling brought over two cups of tea. I finished my drink in one gulp, panting heavily, and said to Boss Ding, "Master, you're amazing!"
Boss Ding smiled and said, "It's not that I'm amazing, it's just that you lack experience. If you weren't amazing, why wasn't Xiaoling your match?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Her strength isn't as great as mine, is it?"
Boss Ding shook his head and said, "That's not the key point!"
I thought again and said, "Because Xiaoling hasn't seen these moves I use before, she lacks experience and therefore doesn't have the skills to deal with them. Plus, her strength isn't as great as mine, so I was able to gain the upper hand."
Boss Ding shook his head again and said, "Actually, your problem lies in the same thing!"
"What?" I asked in surprise, "The same thing?"
"That's right!" Boss Ding said, "Xiao Ling's defeat, and her utter defeat at that, wasn't because her strength was far inferior to yours. In fact, your current strengths are on the same level. However, when she faced you, she lacked the confidence to win! She also lacked the killing intent. Therefore, her defeat was inevitable! Your victory over Xiao Ling was because you were very confident—I didn't understand your confidence at first, but later I learned you had learned a new move—so you were calm and collected, and thus had the upper hand even before the match. But your defeat was mainly due to the lack of killing intent! Killing intent!!! Do you understand?"
Boss Ding paused and continued, "But when you fought me, you were very confident at the beginning, but after your first attack failed, you became flustered and disorganized. If it weren't for the novelty of your moves, you might have been defeated in less than three moves! By the way, tell us about your move!"
I briefly explained the three moves of the spirit.
Mr. Ding said, “In a competition like ours where we learn from each other, your three moves are somewhat effective. However, their actual combat effectiveness isn't very good! Especially in terms of the tangible moves, they appear too flashy! Many movements emphasize moderation and fluidity, even incorporating some dance-like elements, which diminishes their lethality as a martial art—yes, lethality. Furthermore, these three moves lack a certain lethality! You could even say they lack any killing intent! It's precisely because your moves lack that unstoppable killing intent that they greatly diminish their potential for exquisite and lethality! Moreover, you lacked killing intent during the fight, further reducing the power of these three moves! Do you understand what I'm saying?”
I thought for a moment and said, “Isn't moderation good?”
Mr. Ding said, “It's fine in daily life, but when fighting against others, you must… ” There's a life-or-death killing intent; how can there be retreat or compromise? Even if you're willing to back down, can you be sure your enemy is willing to compromise as well? Therefore, you must base your decisions on things you can control, not gamble or hope the enemy will act a certain way… Last time, when you and Xiaoling drove away the Blood Demon, if you didn't have killing intent, how could you have escaped unscathed? Wasn't that right? So, when facing someone, you must prepare for the worst: the enemy wants to kill you, not just play with you! Therefore, the only way out is to kill them! The same goes for techniques; once a move is delivered, its sole purpose is to take a life! It's that simple! Therefore, the sole desire of a technique is to strike with deadly precision! Therefore, you need to modify those three moves if you want to continue using them.”
I thought about it, and a cold sweat broke out all over my body. Yes, if I used those three moves to fight the Blood Demon, I might really die two or three times over.
General Ding continued, "Also, remember this: when you defeated the Blood Demon last time, you relied not on your martial arts skills, but on your submachine guns!
Imagine if Xiaoling were holding a knife or an iron bar; it would be much harder for you to win! If Xiaoling had two submachine guns, you wouldn't even have a chance to fight back; it would be suicide!!
If last time, your weapons against the Blood Demon weren't submachine guns, but quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns, the Blood Demon would probably still have charged at you without realizing you could sense his presence, just like he did against you, and he would have been killed instantly!
So, you not only need to practice your fist and foot techniques, but also learn how to use weapons!
In this question..." "You need to have a deeper understanding of this. To kill, fists and kicks are definitely not the first choice; they should only be used in specific situations! Moreover, you'd better not try to come up with or create these techniques yourself, but rather learn the techniques left by your predecessors. Those techniques are all the essence of countless refinements…
Currently, the best thing for killing is modern weapons, not martial arts! The fastest killers are not martial arts masters, but generals who command armies! Only by commanding thousands of troops and using them as weapons can you kill from a thousand miles away…
Using martial arts to kill is just small-scale fighting, or merely tactical, such as assassinations…
…
Think about what I'm saying again. I've discussed it with the other elders of Qimen, and we hope that in three years, you will no longer be invisible. Therefore, you need to intensify your kung fu practice. If there's an opportunity next year, we'll send you to the army for training…"
Hearing Mr. Ding's words was like pouring cold water on my burning passion. This made it very difficult for me to get into the mood when Xiaoling was writhing and pleasuring me that night…
During the few days that Boss Ding and Xiaoling stayed in Huilong Town, Xiaoling practiced moves with me every morning and evening, while Boss Ding offered guidance. Gradually, I was able to execute Hongyun and Tiefeng's two moves with murderous intent, and my power increased significantly when facing Boss Ding again—even if Boss Ding knew which move I was using, she could only retreat and couldn't directly counter the attack. Later, she could only win by relying on the ingenuity of her unorthodox moves. However, Boss Ding couldn't figure out Lü Qinglong's martial arts move and eventually gave up on modifying it. Instead, he modified the other moves connected to this "Yin Yang Weird Qi" move, making the transitions between "Yin Yang Weird Qi" and other moves smoother... Of course, I also taught these three moves to Boss Ding and Xiaoling, but they didn't seem to be able to unleash their full power... All good things
must come to an end, and a few days later, they left too. When Boss Ding left, he left behind hundreds of pills, which gave me a headache.
When I was alone again, I still went to that secluded cemetery at night to practice my martial arts. Although I still practiced, the initial enthusiasm was gone.
One night, while practicing my three moves, it suddenly occurred to me how many dead people were buried in that cemetery!
Back home, I regained a great interest in the *Book of Life and Death*. (Feeling dizzy?):
The principal once told me that as long as I practiced up to the fourth chapter of the *Book of Life and Death*, I would gain supernatural powers!
Before, the three spirits said they would teach me the ability to see clearly, but I didn't fully learn it. Now, perhaps it's time to cram.
Okay, after returning home, I started reciting the *Heart-Clearing Mantra* for seven days. Then, I often calmed my mind and visualized my eyes. Gradually, I found that it did have quite a few effects. At first, I could see in the dark. After that, at night, I didn't need to turn on the lights at all; I could pick up a sewing needle from the ground by the faint starlight. Later, even on rainy nights when it was pitch black, I could easily see every item in the house.
At night, when practicing my martial arts at the cemetery, I discovered that besides being able to see everything clearly in the darkness, my eyes could see things very, very far away. Once, I forgot the time while practicing and didn't return home until midnight. At that moment, I heard a few faint thumping sounds coming from a great distance. Looking as far as I could see, I could clearly see an owl catching a field mouse a kilometer away. Intrigued, I stopped and looked more closely. Finally, I discovered that my eyes had a focusing ability: it was like having a high-powered telescope, making the owl a kilometer away seem only a few steps away… This excited me greatly. After that, I paid even more attention to practicing this ability. Later, it became possible to see the surrounding environment normally with one eye, while the other eye could see things extremely far away as if they were within reach. Specifically, on a clear night, I could see objects one or two kilometers away as if they were right in front of me. On a clear day, the distance is three times that at night. (This isn't an exaggeration; long-range telescopes on Earth can easily see a balloon 1 meter in diameter 40,000 kilometers away, equivalent to seeing a box of matches 1,000 kilometers away from the ground. Describing the eyes in this way only slightly replicates a fraction of the instrument's capabilities…)
Although the X-ray vision I hoped for hasn't materialized, I'm still extremely satisfied and proud!
With this ability, why wouldn't I use it? And the enjoyment I get from using this ability each time motivates me to further explore the potential of my eyes.
Where to use it? Of course, for looking at girls!
In the office, I was typing rapidly on the computer, my mouth opening and closing rapidly.
Li Yuchun, sitting not far from me, suddenly asked, "Your mouth is opening and closing like you're biting something, drool is practically dripping out! It's so ugly! It's really hard on you, you can even do such a weird pose!"
Of course, she had no idea what I was doing! I was stealing glances at her!
Her clothes were thin in the summer, revealing her ample bosom. I used my eyes, which could see as far as the eye could see as a telescope, to look at her. Her youthful body seemed right before my eyes, as if she were pressing her breasts against my face; I could see everything clearly! For example, the texture of the fabric of her clothes, a tiny, almost invisible flying insect perched on her shoulder, a tiny oil stain on her collar from eating… But none of that mattered!
What mattered? Of course, it was her pair of breasts, ready to burst forth. This youngest daughter of the police chief must have eaten too well, so her body was absolutely top-notch… Thanks to the effect of my superhuman vision, it looked as if I were burying my face in the deep cleavage of her breasts. And with a coquettish, exaggerated twist of her body, I could almost feel the pressure of her surging waves on my face. Even when she was sitting quietly, I could still see her breasts, like two little white rabbits, slowly swelling and contracting with each breath… I could see the fine downy hairs and tiny beads of sweat on her breasts… Especially under her thin bra, her two delicate nipples pushed up, creating two distinctly cute little balls. Just now, my mouth was opening and closing, fantasizing about sucking them in—but I was so engrossed that my mouth started moving in sync.
“Don’t bother me! I’m busy!” I said, pretending to be very busy. By the way: “I’m busy”—when parents hear this, they worry about their child’s health; friends think this guy is successful; wives immediately feel their household chores have increased; girlfriends cry, realizing that their place in his heart might not be as important as his career, or even a signal or excuse for breaking up…
Of course, to Li Yuchun, it simply meant I was too busy to joke or tease her. This child was almost ridiculously naive; her immunity to many things was still developing, and her understanding of the world was like an adventure. When I returned to work after the Spring Festival, the first thing she said to me was, "Fuck your second uncle, you're finally back!" I was stunned. I could only awkwardly pretend I hadn't heard—and change the subject.
But her enthusiasm didn't diminish; she kept saying "Fuck your second uncle." In the following days, every time we met, she would greet me with that phrase.
I finally couldn't take it anymore and said to her seriously, "I'm telling you this solemnly: you can insult me, but you can't insult my second uncle!"
Li Yuchun was taken aback and said, "Fuck... well, I was just saying it for fun, I didn't mean to insult anyone!"
Of course I knew, but I still had to remind her: "Do you know what 'fuck' means?"
Li Yuchun looked blank...
Later I learned that she didn't understand the true meaning of "fuck" at all and thought it was just an interjection! When I subtly explained the clear meaning of the word in that sentence, she screamed "Ah!", covered her chubby face, and ran out, sneaking into the toilet and not daring to come out for a long time... At that moment, everyone she knew in prison who had greeted her warmly and exchanged a few words with her, including their uncles, was hurled at her with her fiery, incomprehensible language!
"Fuck your uncles!"
Li Yuchun really wasn't very likable, so only I could explain the meaning of that phrase to her. Everyone else enjoyed watching her make a fool of herself—who told her to think she was superior!
Sometimes I think, if our workplace weren't predominantly women-oriented, but rather like other workplaces in society, where men were in charge, perhaps this little girl's situation wouldn't be so bad. Men are often more tolerant of a young girl, especially a pretty one, making small mistakes.
After that "I'll fuck your second uncle" incident, my relationship with Li Yuchun became even more ambiguous. But I was certain that I didn't love her; perhaps it was just a simple intimacy. Out of a man's instinct, I didn't dislike her. And she needed my help, and she needed to pour out her loneliness and joy to me when she was bored—otherwise, who else would she talk to? …Sometimes I wondered if this girl might fall in love with me. That's hard to say, but sometimes I could sense her infatuation with me. If I got close to her, her voice would tremble slightly. If I brought her something to eat or play with when I returned to work from the small town, her expression would be one of "I'm so touched, so touched, so touched!" Of course, she wouldn't say it aloud; she would definitely say, "This isn't good; farmers don't eat this kind of thing anymore! You still bought it for me, you're something else!" Or she might say, "What kind of junk is this? It's not fun at all!"
I didn't mind her saying those things. Because I've done and said plenty of the same foolish things she did and said before!
But back to the original question, does she love me? That's still too difficult! Because she's a young girl, she hasn't experienced sex. So, perhaps her affection for me is merely sexual attraction, which she mistakes for love. If she were experienced in many relationships, I might be able to easily tell from her attitude whether she loves me or not…
Speaking of which, there's another woman I need to mention, of course, it's the domineering woman! I haven't talked about her for so long because a few months ago, it was her turn to go for training.
However, she's back these past few days. But she seems unwilling to see me; when she sees me, her eyes are cold, and even when they're not so fierce, they're still full of resentment.
This leaves me at a loss. I feel a vague sense of guilt.
I think, it's not like I wanted to rape you! I went to save you, don't you understand? Why are you blaming me?
But was I truly forced into raping her?
Sometimes, recalling her hoarse screams and the slight contortions of her facial muscles during her orgasm, I wonder if I, too, have been desperately hoping for something.
That night, I said to Ba Wanghua, "Hey, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner!"
Ba Wanghua said, "I'm busy!" and refused outright.
Before going to sleep, I wondered, does Ba Wanghua really have no feelings for me? When she lies in bed, will she think about us...
Anyway, her refusal made me a little unhappy. Of course, there was also a feeling of relief.
Loving someone, or being loved by someone, is sometimes a burden. At times like these, you miss the carefree feeling of having a clean conscience, even if there's a little loneliness.
But how could my relationship with Ba Wanghua be so simple? The next day and the third day, on the third day, as I was leaving work, I said to her, "Let's have dinner together tonight, okay?"
Ba Wanghua didn't refuse again, but obediently sat on the back of my bicycle and went with me to Huilong Town.

[The End]

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