Tomb Fairy

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The long night stretched on, an endless thick fog raging and threatening to flatten the heavens and earth.
Broken flowers and leaves littered the ground; newly sprouted buds were mercilessly snapped, their petals scattered across the sky by the howling wind.
The night wind howled, a mournful lament, as if the world had been turned upside down, and ghosts and spirits ruled.
The birds and beasts that roamed the daytime had vanished, leaving only the fish in the lake cautiously nibbling at the fallen leaves.

Suddenly, the fog thinned, the wind subsided, and distant mountains became visible;
then all was silent, except for the sound of rain. The wind and rain gradually subsided, and the forest returned to its tranquility, as if the bleak scene of howling winds had been nothing but an illusion .

Dew dripped slowly from the roof tiles, and the cheerful chirping of birds gradually rose; before they knew it, dawn had broken.
The sealed wooden window was slowly opened, and the scholar gazed up at the distant forest, a joyful smile appearing on his youthful face.
"The mountains are fresh after the rain, the grass is green and the mist is bright; talented people emerge in every generation, and the country is in its prime.
Brother Zuo, the restoration of our Great Song Dynasty is just around the corner!"
Zuo Jianqing nodded, inwardly both amused and exasperated.

"That brat, utterly incomprehensible! The court is rotten to the core, just waiting for a hero's command to vanish in an instant!" The burly man stood up, pointing at Zhao Ping and shouting.

Zhao Ping opened his mouth, momentarily speechless. He had never seen such a fool before, daring to openly clamor for the destruction of the court!
Zuo Jianqing was also startled awake by the man's shout. He paused, his mind racing, trying to decipher the deeper meaning.

"You...you traitor, how dare you speak so arrogantly! You deserve death!"
"Haha, death? Who can kill me? Zhao Qi?" The man laughed loudly, his arrogance unparalleled.

"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you address His Majesty by his name! Bing'er, seize him!"
Zhao Ping roared, and instantly a white figure flashed past, heading straight for the burly man.
In a flash, a soft "clang!" rang out, and the white figure flew back, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of its mouth.
It was unclear how they had exchanged blows; the burly man hadn't moved an inch, his movements effortless. Even with Zuo Jianqing's keen eyesight, he couldn't discern how the man had attacked, and he couldn't help but become even more vigilant.

"Wait, gentlemen, please don't be angry. It's fate that we met by chance..." Zuo Jianqing waved his hand, trying to smooth things over, and said, "Why not listen to my next words? Let's turn hostility into friendship, wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Brother Zuo, he's a traitor!"
The burly man gave Zuo Jianqing a deep look, pointed at Zhao Ping, and shouted, "I'll spare you for now, so you'll know that I am Ji Yu of Xiaoyao Village. The one who destroys the court and eliminates the Zhao family in the future will be me, Ji Yu!"
The man laughed loudly, and suddenly kicked the roof beam, breaking it in an instant. Wood chips flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the entire wooden house collapsed with a crash.

Zhao Ping crawled out of the ruins in a disheveled state, his hair and face unkempt, covered in dust, his former refined demeanor completely gone. Zuo Jianqing, on the other hand, remained spotless.

The wooden house had withstood the test of wind and rain, but it was destroyed by the very person it sheltered.

As the dust settled, the arrogant laughter of a man echoed from afar: "A true man should go to Xiaoyao Village, to kill and burn, to feast on fine wine and beautiful women!"
Zuo Jianqing shook his head, ignoring him, but Zhao Ping beside him was furious: "Outrageous! Such a lawless scoundrel
deserves to have his entire family executed!" "Brother, calm down. I see this villain is highly skilled in martial arts; it's not wise to confront him directly. We should inform the authorities and post notices widely. Even if he has three heads and six arms, he won't escape the law.
"
"Brother Zuo is right. I'll go back now.
Xiaoyao Village, Ji Yu, I'll remember you!"
Zhao Ping, panting heavily, fanned himself so loudly that his fan creaked. He didn't say anything more, packed his luggage, and hurriedly took his leave.

The current emperor has seven sons. Three of them died young in court intrigues, two died in the northern war, one remained by his side, and one was sent to Biyue Island in case of unforeseen circumstances.
The emperor, nearing seventy, has yet to appoint an heir. The second prince, having repeatedly harassed the prime minister's fourth wife, has disgraced the royal family and been banished to the cold palace. The most likely successor is Zhao Yunping, the youngest son of Biyue Island.
Moreover, according to information from within the Demonic Sect, it's confirmed that the emperor is awaiting Zhao Yunping's return.

Biyue Island is a powerful force in the martial arts world, though its ties to the imperial court are quite close.
One of Biyue Island's three lords, Biyue Yao, was once the most talented woman in the capital, possessing unparalleled beauty and royal blood, causing countless heroes to wreak havoc in the capital.
In the eyes of the martial arts world, Biyue Island is more than just a sect.
Legend has it that it is home to magnificent deer and white cranes, and its three islands and seventy-two immortal residences are all filled with beautiful female disciples—a dream paradise for every man.
However, no one knows the exact location of Biyue Island; even the Demonic Sect, after much effort, only recently obtained some clues.

Ji Yu must have guessed it too.
A scholar who had never taken the imperial examinations spoke eloquently about royal legitimacy, exuding an air of nobility and ignorance. After repeated probing, he had only reached a 40% certainty that Zhao Ping was indeed Zhao Yunping! Ji Yu remained calm, yet he too had come to understand.

Ji Yu was a rebel, a powerful figure, irreconcilably opposed to the court, yet he had let him go.
He hadn't thought much of it then, but now it seemed to hold a deeper meaning.
The court was weakening day by day, and in the current situation, it could only cautiously maintain nominal rule, unable to make any rash moves. Zhao Yunping was young and ignorant; if he truly became emperor, given his own whims, the world would instantly descend into chaos.
Ji Yu deliberately let Zhao Yunping go and provoked him—he wanted chaos to arrive sooner!
Zuo Jianqing gradually fell into deep thought. Ji Yu was too cunning; he had underestimated him. Now it seemed that the so-called Xiaoyao Village, and even the name "Ji Yu," might be a lie!
A chaotic era was about to begin, an age of dynastic change and vying for power was approaching. Heroes from all walks of life were already eager to act, while the Demonic Sect had been preparing for nearly a century. Who knew its true face?
The Qin dynasty lost its deer, and the world chased after it!
…

Taiyi Mountain is near the capital, its peaks stretching to the sea.
White clouds gather as one looks back, blue mist disappears as one enters.

Gazing at the distant, continuous mountain range, Zuo Jianqing felt a surge of comfort. Zhongnan Mountain truly deserved its reputation as the most blessed land under heaven.
Having traveled far and wide for over twenty years, seeing countless mountains and lakes, yet upon seeing this mountain, he suddenly felt a desire to live in seclusion there forever.

A thousand peaks, a verdant screen, white clouds rising, the misty morning air lifting the capital to the clouds, like a paradise on earth.
A morning breeze swept by, and glistening dewdrops rolled and swirled. Birds chirped sweetly, and exotic animals roamed about; a new day had begun.

After half a day of exploring the winding paths, Zuo Jianqing arrived at a ferry crossing.
The current was swift, and the crossing was old. He wondered if any boatmen were still there. Just as he was about to go downstream to investigate, he saw a small, black-awning boat slowly drifting downstream. A

black-awning boat? Zuo Jianqing was surprised. Black-awning boats, so common in the water towns
of Jiangnan, were nowhere to be found in these deep mountains. However, this boat was clearly much larger and sturdier than those in Jiangnan; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to navigate the rapids. It was probably modified by the boatman himself.
The rather large wooden canopy was clearly a hindrance to the ferry; he wondered what the boatman intended to use it for.

"Boatman..." Zuo Jianqing called out, clasping his hands, but the boatman seemed not to hear him, continuing downstream.
Zuo Jianqing called out twice more, but the ferry still showed no sign of docking, continuing downstream.

Zuo Jianqing stared intently, noticing the boatman appeared to be about fifty years old, his gray hair neatly combed, his clothes ordinary yet impeccably clean. "

Strange indeed," Zuo Jianqing thought to himself. "Even if it's not a ferry, shouldn't it at least respond?"
Seeing the boat about to disappear into the distance, Zuo Jianqing hesitated for a moment. These vast mountains were sparsely populated; if he missed it, who knew when he'd be able to cross again?
Without further hesitation, he leaped onto a large rock by the riverbank, then with a few graceful turns in the air, landed steadily on the boat.

The old man, fiddling with the oars, suddenly felt the boat jolt, and a figure landed right in front of him. Startled, he grabbed a wooden oar and tried to strike him in the face.

Zuo Jianqing smiled wryly, using a gentle force to snatch the oar away, saying, "Brother, please don't misunderstand, I meant no harm.
"
Seeing the old man's bewildered expression, he explained a few more words. He was eloquent and thought a few words would resolve
the issue, but the old man was deaf and mute, and his sign language proved ineffective. He had no choice but to let him continue. Zuo Jianqing shook his head inwardly. He had originally wanted to inquire about the location of the Tomb of the Living Dead, but seeing this situation, he abandoned the idea.

The small boat continued forward, and soon the river widened. The boat stopped rocking and slowed down.

The sunlight dispelled the mist, warmly bathing the river surface. Schools of fish chased and played in the clear water, vying for fallen petals. The air was filled with
the fragrance of flowers, and butterflies fluttered about. Before long, both banks were ablaze with vibrant colors.

Zuo Jianqing leaned against the wooden awning, admiring the scenery along the banks, feeling content and slightly drowsy in the warm sunshine.
The boat slowly came to a stop. The old man gestured and mumbled something to him, but Zuo Jianqing simply waved his hand, not paying any attention.
After days of travel, even with his considerable skill, Zuo Jianqing was somewhat exhausted.
Lying on the small boat, surrounded by birdsong, fragrant flowers, and the gentle murmur of flowing water, his drowsiness grew stronger. He had only intended to doze off for a short while, but before he knew it, he was snoring softly and had actually fallen asleep.

In his hazy state, Zuo Jianqing had a strange dream.
He was searching for someone, but he didn't know who it was. It seemed as if someone else was also searching for him.
Later, he saw a mirror, and he knew that the person he was looking for had come, and the person who was looking for him had also come…
The small boat rocked gently, and Zuo Jianqing slowly opened his eyes, his mind momentarily dazed.
A gentle breeze blew, rippling the water's surface, filling his vision with dreamlike colors.

The boatman was standing on tiptoe at the bow, waving and shouting excitedly.
Zuo Jianqing looked up and saw a white figure standing silently on a towering cliff ahead. Dressed

in flowing white robes, with flowing black hair, she was graceful and ethereal, like a fairy.

Zuo Jianqing had just woken up, and facing the sunlight, he could only make out the woman's general shape. However, one glance was enough to dispel all sleepiness.
He touched his forehead and stared intently. The woman was stunningly beautiful, serene and composed. Even in her fleeting appearance, the surrounding flowers and butterflies seemed to lose their color.
Truly, she was: slender and graceful with snow-white skin, long and exquisitely beautiful legs, a full and rounded bottom, and large, swaying breasts.
Such beauty was something even Zuo Jianqing, who had tasted countless beauties, had never seen before.
Especially her two high, firm breasts, trembling and captivating, even through her clothing, one could feel their fullness and size, making one yearn to tear open her clothes and revel in that ocean of flesh.

Zuo Jianqing sat there, dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on the woman, completely mesmerized, losing all composure as a flower-plucking envoy.
No wonder, such a stunning beauty, beyond the power of words to describe, was beyond the reach of Zuo Jianqing, who, despite his countless conquests, had never been so fortunate.

With a gentle sway of the bow, the woman gracefully alighted on the boat. Her composure revealed her exceptional lightness skill.

Zuo Jianqing inwardly marveled; this was undoubtedly the Zhongnan Mountain Fairy, who had once graced the martial world with her breathtaking beauty and was hailed as the "Number One Beauty of the
Martial World." He had initially thought the title of "Number One Beauty" was merely a rumor, given the scarcity of those who had actually seen her, and the exaggeration was bound to be exaggerated.
But now he realized that the title was not only truly fitting, but even somewhat conservative; calling her the most beautiful woman in the world wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Such a rare beauty, in terms of looks, temperament, and figure, was unparalleled, truly a creation of heaven and earth.

A cold snort jolted Zuo Jianqing awake. He scrambled to his feet somewhat awkwardly, and seeing the beautiful woman before him, her clear eyes sparkling, he was at a loss for words.

"May I ask, are you perhaps the Fairy of Zhongnan Mountain?" Zuo Jianqing respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and bowed.

The woman was slightly taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "What is it?"
Zuo Jianqing replied, "I am Zuo Jianqing, the adopted grandson of Master Yideng. I have come on his orders to deliver an invitation to the Mid-Autumn Martial Arts Tournament to Hero Yang and his wife.
" He then took out a red invitation from his robes and handed it over.

The woman did not take the invitation, but looked at Zuo Jianqing carefully, feeling a pang of emotion.
Three years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the world outside had changed drastically. The selfless Master Yideng had taken in an adopted grandson, but Guo'er's illness was still not cured.
She knew that although Guo'er respected the four great masters of the past and Guo Jing, he respected Master Yideng the most.
Although they had only met a few times, the influence on Guo'er was enormous, to the point that he always treated Master Yideng with the respect due to a disciple whenever they met.
If it were Guo Jing and his wife inviting her, given Huang Rong's cunning, she probably wouldn't have good intentions, so it would be best to decline. However, since Master Yideng had invited her, she couldn't refuse.
But thinking of Guo'er's illness, a pang of sorrow flashed through her heart, yet she asked seriously, "Is Master Yideng well?" "

Grandpa is well, and my master often mentions the fairy.
"
"Your master?"
"The Central Divine.
"
A smile appeared on Xiaolongnu's lips. Thinking of the time she was chased and trapped in the cave by the Golden Wheel Monk, she couldn't help but miss the old rascal.
Master Yideng was Zuo Jianqing's grandfather, and Zhou Botong was his master, making him a generation younger. She wondered what his intentions were.

With this connection, the woman felt much closer to Zuo Jianqing, nodding in acknowledgment.
She then asked, "Isn't the martial world peaceful now? What has alarmed these two seniors?"
"My lady, you may not know, but three months ago, the Demonic Cult, which had vanished for nearly a century, suddenly resurfaced and swept through numerous sects in the south with lightning speed. Blood flowed wherever they went, their momentum unstoppable.
This Demonic Cult is far superior to the former Sun Moon Cult; even Shaolin, Wudang, and the
Five Mountains Cults were slaughtered after only a month or so. The martial world was in uproar, everyone feared for their lives. The Beggars' Sect, the Broken Blade Sect, the Iron Sword Manor, and other major martial arts sects quickly formed an alliance and convened a martial arts conference to jointly condemn the Demonic Cult.
"
Little Dragon Girl's expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed in alarm, "How could it be so serious? If this continues, the righteous path is in grave danger!"
Zuo Jianqing sighed, “That’s right! The Demonic Sect is inhumane and indiscriminately slaughters innocent people, even ordinary civilians. Martial artists are not spared either, and many reclusive elders have been killed.
It is said that the Demonic Sect leader’s martial arts are unparalleled, and his subordinates include the infamous ‘One Demon, Two Monsters, Three Evils, and Four Fiends,’ each highly skilled, bloodthirsty, cruel, greedy, lustful, and licentious.
Any woman with even a little beauty is arbitrarily violated, and the beautiful ones are sent to secret places for long-term imprisonment to be used for their pleasure.
It was because Grandpa and Master could not bear to see the Demonic Sect’s evil deeds that they left the mountain to fight against it.
”
“The Demonic Sect is so inhumane, it will surely be punished by Heaven!” Xiaolongnu said angrily.

“I beg you, Fairy and Hero Yang, to leave the mountain and eliminate this evil sect!” Zuo Jianqing clasped his hands and said, waiting for Xiaolongnu to readily agree, but there was no response for a long time. Finally, a sigh came from beside him.

"Follow me!"
The small boat glided through several tributaries, slowly entering the woods. The river gradually narrowed, and the current became a stream.
The water murmured, and the trees on both banks were extremely lush, almost obscuring the sky. The tranquil forest was bustling with life, teeming with wildflowers, birds, and animals.

Zuo Jianqing and Xiaolongnu sat side by side under the awning, discussing the current state of the martial world while stealing glances at her graceful figure.
He finally understood why the boatman had set up this awning. This wasn't a ferry at all; it was clearly Xiaolongnu's boat. No wonder an old man with gray hair from the mountains was dressed so neatly and respectably; he must have some wicked thoughts in his heart.

The stream grew narrower and narrower, finally stopping at a pool of water, ten zhang in diameter, its depth unfathomable, its destination unknown.

The small boat stopped in the middle of the pool, not reaching the shore. Xiaolongnu stood up and said to the old man, "Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Bing.
"
Zuo Jianqing was surprised, but the old man waved his hands, chuckling foolishly.
Seeing Zuo Jianqing's confusion, Xiaolongnu suddenly understood, saying, "Back then, in a fierce battle, the main entrance to the tomb was blocked by the Dragon-Slaying Stone. The only way in was through a secret passage. There's a red rope three feet below; follow it for a short while and you'll reach your destination.
"
Zuo Jianqing looked down and indeed saw a red rope winding downwards, its destination unknown.

Xiaolongnu briefly explained, then leaped into the water. Her slender figure was instantly soaked, her red bodice peeking out, looking incredibly alluring.
Zuo Jianqing's eyes lit up; he longed to catch up with her immediately, to hold her in his arms and caress her passionately.
He impatiently jumped in, held his breath, and stealthily moved, soon catching up with Xiaolongnu.
She gripped the rope tightly, inching forward with obvious discomfort. Such a peerless beauty, renowned for her martial arts prowess, couldn't swim.

Zuo Jianqing followed closely behind Xiaolongnu, his eyes fixed on her alluring body, his gaze gradually filling with greed.

Soaked in the pool water, Xiaolongnu's white robes slowly unfurled, revealing her translucent, snow-white skin, even whiter than her clothes.
A thought struck Zuo Jianqing; he secretly loosened Xiaolongnu's sash, the light robe falling away to reveal her jade-like, voluptuous figure: snow-white shoulders, rounded hips, and a slender waist tied with two delicate red ropes in a pretty bow.
Zuo Jianqing unconsciously swallowed, his manhood already erect and painfully throbbing.
One hand reached uncontrollably towards Xiaolongnu's waist; if he could untie those two alluring red ropes, he would see her magnificent, full breasts! Ah, he couldn't take it anymore!
Having been deprived of sensual pleasures for days, Zuo Jianqing could hardly resist such temptation. With a swift pull, the slender red rope cascaded down, but before he could even get a good look, the beautiful body before him twisted and vanished.

"Splash..."
The rope reached its end, and Zuo Jianqing leaped out of the water, wiping his face, only to find the tomb shrouded in darkness, unable to see anything.

"Fairy, where are you?" He took a step forward, but was blocked by a stone step. With a cry of "Ah!", he was suddenly pressed against a soft, hot body.
Ah, the smooth touch, the curvaceous figure—Zuo Jianqing was instantly jolted awake, his erection throbbing.

"Ah!" Little Dragon Girl exclaimed, her breath hot against his face as she was pinned beneath him. "Wait a minute, my clothes are washed away by the water..."
she said, trying to get up, her full, large breasts pressing against Zuo Jianqing's chest.

"Oh..." Zuo Jianqing couldn't help but groan, his erect lower body trembling violently.
Ah, finally, he felt it—so large, so elastic, that intoxicating heat almost made him dizzy.

Xiaolongnu hurriedly pushed Zuo Jianqing away, retrieved some clothing from somewhere, and after tidying herself for a while, said, "Young Master Zuo, please follow me..."
Zuo Jianqing, his mind blank, followed her deeper into the ancient tomb.
The ancient tomb was extremely vast, with numerous interconnected passages and countless chambers, each filled with traps and mechanisms.
Zuo Jianqing followed Xiaolongnu, guided by an oil lamp, gradually disappearing into the tomb passages. He lost count of how many passages they traversed; even with his good memory, Zuo Jianqing had long since lost his sense of direction.

After an unknown amount of time, the two entered a spacious chamber.
The chamber was enormous, yet completely empty, surrounded by pools of water. In the center of the pools was a stone platform upon which rested a crystal-clear white jade bed, emanating a chilling aura.
Looking into the distance, Zuo Jianqing saw a person lying on the white jade bed, unsure whether they were asleep or awake.

"Three years ago, the Golden Wheel Monk's near-death blow severely injured Guo'er, and my own power also declined significantly.
Not long after we went into seclusion, Guo'er could no longer suppress his injuries and fell ill.
Over the past three years, Guo'er's condition has worsened. I have searched far and wide for skilled doctors, but to no avail. We can only barely sustain his life with Huang Yaoshi's secret formula. If it weren't for the effects of the Jade Bed, he would likely have perished long ago.
Now, the Demonic Sect has resurfaced with great power, and my wife and I are powerless to help. We hope Young Hero Zuo will forgive us.
"
Zuo Jianqing was speechless, never expecting that the once-renowned Condor Heroes would be in such a state.
He stared intently, suddenly feeling an immense pressure bearing down on him. He found it difficult to breathe, and his limbs became numb and stiff, as if a ferocious beast had its eyes on its prey, ready to devour him at any moment.
Zuo Jianqing was horrified. This old man, severely injured and on the verge of death, even lying motionless, exuded a chilling aura, revealing his unimaginable power at his peak.

This was Yang Guo, the legendary Condor Hero?!
Too strong! Absolutely too strong!
…
The great river flows eastward, lakes and seas end, all turns to nothingness; beneath the grapevines, we laugh of yesteryear, heroes of yesteryear are all gone.

The past is gone, the beauty remains, lingering in the mortal world, sometimes already asleep.

“His meridians are blocked, his yang energy excessive. If it weren’t for the extraordinary effects of the Cold Jade Bed, he would have already died from his overflowing true energy and being consumed by flames,
” Zuo Jianqing diagnosed slowly.

Although Xiaolongnu already knew the severity of Yang Guo's condition, hearing Zuo Jianqing's words still terrified her; it was indeed exactly the same as Huang Yaoshi's diagnosis.
Seeing that Zuo Jianqing's medical skills were quite advanced after his examination, she hurriedly said, "Please help me, young hero! I will be eternally grateful!" As she spoke, she was about to bow down.

Zuo Jianqing couldn't accept her bow and quickly helped her up, saying, "Madam, you're too kind. I will certainly do my best, but how dare I presume to presume to cure an illness that even Huang Yaoshi couldn't..." After a series of refusals, he carefully examined Yang Guo again.
Yang Guo was already terminally ill, and he dared not speak openly. Besides, his medical skills were mostly unorthodox and unorthodox, killing more than saving. In this world, perhaps only Mr. Mo of the Demonic Sect could offer a glimmer of hope.

After examining the patient and inquiring about the battle with the Golden Wheel Monk, Zuo Jianqing pondered for a long while before saying, "Master Yang's illness is closely related to the Monk's dying blow. Medicine can only delay the onset of the illness; to cure it completely, we must start with the Golden Wheel Monk.
"
Xiaolongnu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. She said, "The Golden Wheel Monk is long dead. How can we begin?"
"Madam, don't worry," Zuo Jianqing replied. "If I remember correctly, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill the Monk cultivated is the supreme secret manual of the Mongolian Vajra Sect.
I once read about it in a book. This skill is extremely powerful and yang, and those who are affected suffer from yang poison. If it is not guided out in time, it will accumulate and block the meridians, eventually burning the body to death.
I observe that Master Yang's meridians are blocked, and the accumulated yang poison must be caused by that yang poison." Xiaolongnu understood
;
Huang Yaoshi had said the same thing. However, this Yang poison was incurable; otherwise, with Guo'er's extraordinary martial arts, he wouldn't be in such a state.
Three years ago, they eliminated Jinlun Fawang; three years later, would Guo'er die at his hands again? Xiaolongnu's heart was filled with turmoil, and she urgently said, "In the past year, Guo'er has been less and less lucid. Young hero, you must find a way to save him. If needed, just give the order.
"
Zuo Jianqing comforted her, "Madam, don't worry. I know a friend in the martial world who happens to know the whereabouts of the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.' As long as we obtain the technique and trace its origin, there might be a glimmer of hope!" He added, "My friend will also be attending this martial arts tournament. Madam, why don't you come with me? Such a secret manual is hard to come by; it would be good to have someone to rely on!"
Xiaolongnu was stunned for a long time, then let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had suddenly felt much more at ease.
Three years had passed, and finally, she heard that Guo'er's recovery was hopeful; how could she not do everything in her power?

"In that case, let's set off!"
"Madam, please don't rush. The martial arts tournament is still a long way off. Stabilizing Master Yang's condition is our top priority. Please tell me about Elder Huang's prescription, and I will consider it.
"
After Xiaolongnu finished explaining the prescription, Zuo Jianqing thought for a long time before saying, "Elder Huang's prescription is excellent, and I dare not make any changes. Just take the medicine on time.
However, Master Yang's yang energy is too excessive and must be released. Otherwise, even with the Jade Bed, it will not be able to suppress it.
"
"Please lend a hand, young hero. I will be eternally grateful.
"
"I will do my best, but Master Yang's condition is too serious and cannot be treated with ordinary methods. Otherwise, it will affect his internal energy, and his life or death will be uncertain.
I do have a method, but..." Zuo Jianqing hesitated for a long time, unsure whether to speak.

Xiaolongnu asked doubtfully, "Young hero, if you have a cure, I would be more than happy to ask for it, there's no need to worry.
"
"Please forgive me, Madam," Zuo Jianqing said. "If we're talking about a man's yang energy, it's mostly contained in his semen. Excreting it won't damage his meridians. I wonder... if Madam has a method for releasing semen?"
After Zuo Jianqing finished speaking, Xiaolongnu's delicate face flushed red. She understood perfectly well. The fairy-like woman lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, she said, "I... I've never done that..."
Zuo Jianqing's lips curled into a smile. What a reserved beauty! Let this imperial censor enjoy your delicate red lips first.
"Please don't be offended, Madam. If a woman is releasing semen for the first time, she shouldn't do it without guidance.
Otherwise, not only will she not know the proper technique and won't be able to release semen, but she may also cause harm to the man.
" Zuo Jianqing's expression was serious, and he earnestly advised her.

"Then...then what should I do..." Seeing the seriousness in Zuo Jianqing's words, Xiaolongnu panicked. Forgetting her shame, she hurriedly said, "Please, young hero, guide me.
"
"Since you have this intention, for the sake of Hero Yang, I can only first use my body to learn the method of producing essence.
After mastering the method, I will then use it on Hero Yang
," Zuo Jianqing said. "This matter is of great importance; please think it over carefully!"
Xiaolongnu, without suspicion, weighed her options for a moment, then steeled her resolve and said shyly, "Young hero, please follow me..."
The dark tomb passage was silent, only the dim light illuminating the distant secret chamber and the two people within.

Beside the dim stone table, a slender figure knelt at the man's crotch, her legs tightly pressed together, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if facing something shameful.
The man looked down at the woman kneeling at his feet, his eyes filled with lewd desire.

Xiaolongnu unbuckled Zuo Jianqing's belt, hesitated for a moment, and pulled it off. In an instant, a long, thick penis throbbed before her.
It was straight, thick, and incredibly powerful. The enormous head of the penis was raised high, and the muscular shaft gave her a powerful shock. A thick seminal vesicle extended from the tip to the large scrotum, where countless drops of semen were stored.

"Ah! It's so much stronger than Guo'er's!" Xiaolongnu quickly closed her eyes, not daring to look any longer.

"Madam, let's begin..."
"Mmm..." Xiaolongnu responded softly. She reached out and trembled as she grasped the large penis before her. The burning hot shaft warmed her palm.

"Left hand caresses the testicles, slowly kneading and squeezing; right hand grasps the shaft, stroking it up and down, gently scraping the glans..."
Xiaolongnu bit her lip slightly. A hard, hot male genital was wrapped in her slender hand, slowly caressing it as the man before her spoke.
That long-lost masculine scent overwhelmed her with desire, making her unable to control herself.
In the soft candlelight, she leaned forward, her slender waist bent, her plump buttocks pressed firmly against her heels, revealing the throbbing and heat within her.

Zuo Jianqing muttered incantations while panting and moaning, his hands restlessly on Xiaolongnu's shoulders, feeling the softness and smoothness of her skin through her open robe.
If Xiaolongnu were to look up at this moment, she would surely find that Zuo Jianqing, who had previously maintained a serious expression, was now staring intently at her breasts, wishing he could devour her whole.

"Ah... tighten the head, gather the testicles, pull and sway, speed up the stroking.
" Zuo Jianqing said in a trembling voice, his large penis involuntarily throbbing, thrusting and swinging, enjoying himself immensely.

Xiaolongnu suppressed her shame and served him wholeheartedly, the intense masculine scent filling her mind with fantasies.
The man's large hands lingered on her body, gliding over her neck, caressing her shoulders, and reaching towards her swollen breasts.
"Ah...no..." Xiaolongnu slightly pulled away, but his hands didn't stop. Her long, slender legs clenched and rubbed together, her plump buttocks twisting and contracting as if trying to clamp something.

"Oh...faster...faster...harder..." Zuo Jianqing groaned, a surge of urge to ejaculate rising from his lower body.
Ah, what a seductive beauty! He wanted to ejaculate even before penetration. Fine, he'd ejaculate first, then play with her to his heart's content once he had her!
Zuo Jianqing's heart pounded, his penis swelled, a bright red, engorged member writhing and leaping in Xiaolongnu's hands, almost too heavy to grasp.

Xiaolongnu struggled to hold his penis, responding to his thrusts, trying her best to service him.
After a while, she suddenly felt the penis in her hands become unusually hard, and her testicles throbbed. She looked up and saw the man groaning loudly, his legs trembling. Suddenly, a stream of milky white semen spurted from the head, staining her hands.

"Ah...beauty...I'm giving it all to you..." Zuo Jianqing shouted, his hot semen gushing forth, a large gush of male essence shooting onto Xiaolongnu's face, burning her so much that she gasped and recoiled in a flustered manner.

The man's semen was plentiful and scalding hot. A scream echoed from the small, secret chamber. She rushed out, her face flushed with shame, but dared not look back. Only the man continued to thrust fiercely at her fleeing back…
The sweltering tomb slowly subsided, and in her unbridled dream, what kind of passion was unfolding?

The next day, Zuo Jianqing examined Yang Guo again. His body temperature had indeed decreased, and his internal energy had somewhat recovered.
He gave him some instructions, made an appointment with Xiaolongnu to descend the mountain in three days to attend the martial arts tournament in Lin'an, and then departed.

In the quiet tomb, Xiaolongnu looked at Yang Guo lying on the jade bed. His pale hair and empty right arm stirred her heart, but this time there was no sorrow, only hope.

“Guo’er, I’m going to Lin’an tomorrow. I will definitely find the ‘Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill’ and cure you.
”
“Once you’ve recovered, we’ll leave this place.
”
Little Dragon Girl gently stroked Yang Guo’s gray hair, remaining silent for a long time.
She raised her head, looking at the empty space before her, her thoughts seemingly returning to a certain time in the past. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips, and she whispered, “Guo’er, let’s adopt a son.
”
After a long silence, a hoarse sigh slowly drifted over, as if a decaying, hollow old tree might collapse and break at any moment: “Or, let’s adopt a disciple…”

[The End]

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