Author of Sun and Moon Slash (unknown)

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Hua Duiying sat quietly in a guest room at Zhengfeng Manor, gently wiping the "Nine-Turn Throat-Sealing Sword," a weapon that had killed countless people and drunk countless lives, with a piece of white silk.
In the martial arts world, there are many aristocratic families whose ancestors endured hardship and overcame numerous obstacles to establish their careers, earning them generations of respect. However, some scions of these families refused to live under the protection of their ancestors; they wanted to carve out their own path with their own hands.
Hua Duiying was one such family. Born in the prestigious Hua family mansion in Jiangnan, he ran away from home at the age of eight, wandering the world ever since. At ten, he climbed Kunlun Mountain alone, kneeling for three days and three nights in the freezing snow before finally becoming a disciple of "Sword Master." He debuted at sixteen, defeating Hui Moxing, a top master of the third generation of Wudang, within ten moves, instantly becoming famous throughout the land. From then on, his fame was unstoppable; countless figures from both the righteous and the wicked perished at his hands. After taking control of the Hua family mansion at the age of twenty-five, almost no one dared to provoke him, and the Hua family mansion became the most prominent force in the Jiangnan martial arts world.
According to Qiu Xiazi, the head of Wudang Sect, Hua Duiying's "Heart-Stealing Sword Technique," combined with his sect's "Nine Turns Double Flight" lightness skill, meant "his future is limitless."
At thirty-five, Hua Duiying's martial arts skills hadn't waned; on the contrary, they were becoming increasingly refined. Like a young man, he enjoyed seeking thrills, and he had long awaited this battle with Yang Wuke.
"Today is the fifteenth, and he still hasn't come. Where could he be?" Hua Duiying wondered.
Sunlight streamed through the gauze window, illuminating his longsword with a gleaming light. Yang Wuke stared at it, seemingly mesmerized. All was darkness before him, utterly silent, except for the sound of his own heartbeat… "Creak," a sliver of light appeared ahead—a door had opened. She stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed on him, drawing him in involuntarily.
"Don't cry, don't cry!"
But the more she spoke, the larger her tears became, falling and kicking up dust. He reached out to grab her, but she suddenly flew away. Suddenly, the surroundings became as cold as the dead of winter, making his teeth chatter.
His heart ached, as if being stabbed.
"Don't leave me...!!!!!!!!!!"
Yang Wuke screamed, sitting up, his clothes soaked with sweat.
This was in a cave filled with traps; only here could Yang Wuke sleep soundly, and only here would he have the same dream again and again.
The woman in his dream was his childhood playmate; when they parted forever, he was twelve and she was ten.
It was a moonless night, and a group of thieves plundered their village. He only remembered people everywhere, shouts everywhere, and the blazing firelight illuminating the darkness. He pulled her to hide in the grass; before them lay the village chief's mangled head.
He covered her mouth, but one of the men discovered her; he grabbed the man's leg, urging her to escape. A horizontal slash cleaved through him, and half his body went numb. Before losing consciousness, he stared wide-eyed at the man… She was a beautiful, gentle-looking young girl.
'What a beautiful girl, looks only fifteen or sixteen,' the robber thought, admiring her.
'Long, black hair down her back, and a high, firm bottom…'
Suddenly, the robber was overcome with lust, wanting to kiss her. So he approached the girl from behind, gently stroking her hair. The girl was startled, but didn't know how to escape! The man reached out and touched her buttocks. His right hand remained on her soft buttocks, sometimes stroking, sometimes kneading.
The girl was gradually forced into a corner, with nowhere to hide, and could only endure his humiliation. After touching the girl's buttocks, he hugged her tightly from behind, putting his hands around her front, wanting to assault her breasts. He then pressed his body against the girl's back, rubbing his genitals against her buttocks. The girl twisted her body, trying to break free from the man, but he only held his prey tighter, his lust growing ever stronger.
The girl could only hear the lecherous man groaning from behind. Seeing that she couldn't move, he took the opportunity to lightly kiss her neck and earlobes, arousing strange sensations in her.
Just as the girl began to feel her heart flutter, she suddenly felt some warm liquid dripping onto her thigh and smelled a strong, fishy odor. Realizing something was wrong, she pushed the man away forcefully.
When she turned around to look, she saw a fleshy, strip-like object protruding from the crotch of the man's shorts, with some white, sticky liquid spurting from its tip.
It turned out that the man had, sometime earlier, pulled his genitals out of his shorts and used them to rub against the girl's buttocks. The girl was terrified by the sight. She suddenly bit the thief's wrist hard, trying to escape through the door.
The man, burning with lust, was in pain, but seeing the girl's alluring beauty, how could he not be aroused? Would he let his prey escape so easily? He immediately decided to thoroughly ravage her. Male semen was flowing out... The man was overjoyed. He immediately grabbed her from behind, pressed a knife against her waist, and dragged her back to the bedroom.
Before the girl could recover from her shock, he had already pinned her to the bed and gagged her with a cloth. He then turned her over and tied her hands behind her back. The girl turned around and saw his bloodshot eyes and rapid breathing. Knowing that he was about to violate her, she shook her head and twisted her body, her bright, watery black eyes pleading. But the man felt no pity for her; instead, her pitiful appearance only strengthened his sense of conquest.
The thief first made the girl lie on her back on the bed, then climbed on top of her and kissed her cheeks wildly. With her head held, the girl had no way to escape and could only close her eyes and silently endure it. After the man finished kissing her, he left a lot of saliva on her cheeks.
Then the robber shifted his gaze to the girl's upper body. He first reached behind her and slowly pulled down her upper garment from the front, then tore open her bra and lingerie from the chest to the sides, finally revealing her sexy bra and the clearly visible cleavage.
After admiring her for a while, the robber chuckled lewdly and reached behind her back to unhook her bra, removing it.
Seeing her delicate and full breasts, the robber's eyes lit up. He began to fondle her soft, elastic breasts with both hands, then pinched her nipples with his fingers.
Although the girl's breasts weren't very large, they quickly swelled after his ministrations, and the nipples hardened, changing from a light pink to a bright red.
"What a fun thing," the robber kept saying. The girl's erotic nerves were stimulated, her body numb and her head spinning; she probably couldn't hear the praise.
After toying with the girl's upper body, the robber reached inside her dress and began caressing her thighs.
The girl instinctively tried to close her legs to stop the lecherous advance, but the previous caresses had already aroused her. At puberty and having never had physical contact with a man before, she was powerless against the intense provocation. Her body was weak, her legs unable to move.
"Such smooth thighs," the robber murmured, a compliment now replaced by obscene language. Unable to cover her ears, the girl closed her eyes.
Seeing her lack of resistance, the robber continued to caress her inner thighs, then moved his fingers to the outer thigh, touching her genitals through her underwear.
Soon, she felt a wet sensation.
"Look! What's this again?" the robber exclaimed, feigning surprise. His tone made the girl curiously open her eyes to look.
The thief pulled his hand out from under her skirt and placed it in front of her. Although the light coming through the window wasn't very strong, the girl could clearly see that the tip of his finger was covered in a clear, sticky fluid.
It was obvious that when aroused, the girl's vagina involuntarily secreted a large amount of lubricating fluid, wetting her panties and the other man's fingers.
Surprisingly, she reacted strongly to the advances of a strange, lecherous man, her genitals even secreting copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Overwhelmed with humiliation and shame, the girl closed her eyes again, pretending not to see anything.
Seeing the girl's shy and blushing expression, the thug laughed lewdly, then completely lifted her skirt and underskirt, removing her pink floral panties. He then stroked her genitals with his fingers, playing with her pubic hair, causing a strange itching sensation in her genitals. Her weak legs swayed unconsciously.
Suddenly, he stopped.
'Is it over?' the girl thought, opening her eyes to look. She saw him pulling down his pants, revealing his already engorged and erect penis. Even the most naive girl knew what was about to happen.
'No, no!' the girl cried out in alarm, feeling as if the world was about to end. Driven by a will to survive, the girl, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, suddenly bent over, got out of bed, and ran out
of the bedroom. The man, not expecting her to try to escape, didn't have time to react and let her get out of the room. He quickly followed, grabbed her long hair, dragged her back into the room, and angrily pushed her onto the bed.
The girl kicked wildly in a final act of resistance, but this only enraged the robber. He grabbed one of her legs with his left hand and reached for her pubic hair with his right, forcefully pulling it. Tears streamed down the girl's face from the pain, and her movements immediately stopped.
"If you try to escape again, I'll pluck all your pubic hairs one by one, you hear me!" the robber warned menacingly. The girl was so frightened she didn't dare breathe.
"I asked you, did you hear me!" Seeing the girl's lack of response, the man pulled her pubic hair again, and the girl nodded quickly.
"Hmph! I have to teach her a lesson." "As he spoke, he moved the girl's body. Under his lewd power, the girl had no choice but to submit once again, letting him do as he pleased.
The thief first made the girl lie on her back on the bed, with her legs dangling off the edge. Then he placed a pillow under her buttocks to elevate her vulva, making it easier to rape her. Next, he grabbed the girl's ankles and forcibly spread her legs, then stood between them and lay on top of her. The girl's genitals were already wet, so he easily inserted his penis into her vagina.
The girl suddenly felt as if a thick, hot iron rod had been inserted into her genitals, and felt a sharp pain. Knowing that she had lost her precious virginity, she tried to twist and struggle, but her hands were tied behind her back, and the man was in a favorable position. With his penis already deep inside her, her struggles not only failed to free her from the violation, but her movements also helped stimulate the man's genitals, making him even more excited."
After inserting his penis into the girl's vagina, the man firmly clamped her thighs under his armpits, thrusting his hips in and out of her vagina with great force.
"Still trying to escape? Don't want to leave me, huh?" the kidnapper muttered to himself as he assaulted her. The girl's earlier attempt to escape had enraged him, and he was still seething with anger, hence his extremely rough thrusting as a form of venting.
The poor girl was a virgin, her private parts untouched by anyone else; her vagina was narrow and its inner walls delicate. Now, suddenly invaded by a thick, hard object, not only was her hymen broken, but the intense friction between the man's penis and the vaginal walls caused severe damage. While the man's violent movements occasionally brought her pleasure during intercourse, they couldn't mask the waves of pain from the injured vagina.
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes once more. The thief, however, felt no pity; instead, he felt a surge of triumph at possessing a pure young girl, and thrust into her with even greater force.
After a series of pleasurable pleasures and agonizing torments, the girl felt his body convulse, followed by a groan as he reached orgasm, his penis simultaneously ejaculating inside her vagina. A large amount of hot semen quickly filled her vagina, the excess flowing out from between his penis and vaginal opening.
After the orgasm, the man collapsed onto the girl, and she felt his penis slowly soften, though it still throbbed. A moment later, he withdrew his penis, leaving her body. The cold, foul fluid left inside, along with traces of blood from the ruptured hymen and damaged vaginal walls, slowly seeped from the cracks, leaving a large pool of light red, cloudy fluid on the sheets, along with the girl's profuse sweat.
Although the man had violated the girl, he was still burning with lust and wanted to have his way with her again. Therefore, he didn't leave immediately but instead sat down to rest on the edge of the bed. However, he didn't let the girl go; during the rest, he inserted his fingers into her body again, gently scratching and probing her labia. The
girl's lower body was injured, her legs were weak, and she couldn't move, so she could only endure the man's lewdness once more. But thinking of how she had been so pure and innocent, now defiled by this shameless lecher, causing her immense regret, she couldn't help but sob softly in sorrow.
After a period of rest, the man's penis became erect again, and he reached for the girl once more.
He first made the girl turn around and kneel on the bed, raising her buttocks, while he knelt behind her. Then he pulled up her dress and underskirt, first caressing her smooth, white, and round buttocks.
'What a beautiful anus,' he thought to himself. He wasn't inexperienced in anal sex, but this was the first time he had so carefully appreciated a woman's beautiful little anus.
'So it's this narrow, no wonder it felt so intense when I inserted my little brother.' The guy secretly marveled
at the Creator's skill. After admiring it for a while, he used his hands to push her buttocks apart, straightened his back, and aimed his erect penis at the girl's anus. Having grown tired of playing with the girl's genitals, the guy was determined not to miss
this gift from God. The young and ignorant girl knew nothing about sexual intercourse, let alone anal sex. She simply thought the other person was going to violate her buttocks, so she obediently raised her buttocks until the guy forcefully inserted the head of his penis into her small anus... 'Ouch, it hurts!' The girl suddenly felt a sharp pain in her anus and reflexively tried to move forward to get rid of the hard object in her anus. But the guy quickly wrapped his hands around her abdomen, pulled her back, and thrust his penis further forward, successfully penetrating the girl's anus completely. The girl, writhing in excruciating pain, finally collapsed.
The thief, however, paid no heed. He continued to hold her slender waist, swaying her body and his own genitals, his penis thrusting in and out of her anus.
The anal passage was indeed narrower than the vagina, providing a more intense sensation, and he quickly reached orgasm, ejaculating a thin stream of semen into her anus before placing her on the bed.
'I really want to take her away; then I can enjoy her later.' Reluctantly, he pulled his pants back up. '
I should take something as a souvenir. What should I take?' Even her underwear and underskirt were soaked with the girl's fragrant sweat; they must smell wonderful. But they wouldn't be easy to remove, and he couldn't put them in his pocket.
'These two are nice too; they have a strong, pungent smell.' The thief sniffed the girl's underwear and bra, then put them in his pocket. Suddenly, he pulled out a sharp dagger from behind him and plunged it into the girl's vagina, which was still wet with semen. A gush of bright red blood spurted out, splattering on the thief's face and onto the slightly waking Yang Wuke. The girl's head was pointed at him; through the blood, her gaze was one he would never forget.
The thieves set the place ablaze and sped away .
Yang Wuke was eventually rescued by "Knife Hero," but his beloved girl remained forever a scene in his dreams!
She grew up alongside him. To avenge her, he practiced diligently, rarely sleeping, because he was afraid—afraid to see her tearful eyes.
"To master the 'Illuminating Blade Technique,' you must be ruthless, your heart as hard as iron. Only then can you unleash its full power!" "Blade Hero" admonished him, relentlessly training him. He slowly buried his compassion and cowardice. Finally, in a duel, "Blade Hero's" blood stained his "Black Beauty" curved blade.
On his deathbed, "Blade Hero" said,
"Good... like this is right. My blood is a sacrifice to your blade; it's not in vain that we, master and disciple, have been together. Alas, it's a pity I won't see the day you dominate the world with your blade... This technique is always a little lacking, ah..." "
Blade Hero's" eyes suddenly lit up, but he didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. He then realized how much the old man cared for him.
Yang Wuke shook his head, snapping out of his reverie, secretly laughing at his own sentimentality.
"This battle must be won, not lost!" he told himself.
Today was the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, seven days until the duel.
The two horses were ordinary, their coats a mottled mix, one even suffering from sores, its hair falling out and revealing patches of gray skin. The carriage was also old, its curtains faded from washing and whistling in the wind.
Yang Wuke had chosen the horses and carriage himself. Having decided to use a carriage, he didn't want anyone to notice him anymore; he only wanted to conserve his energy and settle things peacefully with his reflection in the flowers.
It had rained recently, and the carriage bumped along the muddy road. Yang Wuke involuntarily closed his eyes.
At twenty-five, he bid farewell to his master's grave and descended the mountain, his first act being to hunt down Feng Youyu.
Feng Youyu was a notorious bandit in the martial arts world, a murderer and thief, committing countless evils. Martial arts figures had repeatedly surrounded and attacked him, but he had always cunningly escaped. But he shouldn't have targeted the daughter of the shop owner, Wan Shan, and even broke in at night to rape her.
That evening, Wan Shan had finished work and was having a barbecue with his daughter. In a few days, it would be his daughter Fang's birthday. The dim light of the oil lamp illuminated them, and the moon in the sky was large and round. Suddenly, two men wielding knives appeared and robbed them of their valuables. The taller robber tied Chen Sheng's hands behind his back, forced him to sit on the ground, and held a knife to his neck. The shorter robber pushed A Fang down, stuck his knife into the grass, and began to strip her clothes off. As she struggled, her clothes were stripped off piece by piece. Chen Sheng tried to resist, but the robber lightly slashed his neck, and he finally dared not move again.
The shorter robber stared at A Fang's large, firm breasts, white with a hint of red, her skin as white and delicate as snow, and her eyes, round and large, clear and bright. He caressed A Fang's full breasts, revealing a lewd smile, and then kissed her breasts, causing A Fang's two large breasts to heave!
A Fang was quite attractive, tall, and the shorter robber was on top of her, his mouth directly against her large breasts. Her large breasts swayed violently as she struggled, further exciting the short robber. He sucked and gently bit them. Suddenly, he bit down hard, causing her to scream. At the same time, he spread her legs and forcefully thrust his thick, hard penis inside. Ah Fang let out a virgin's scream, as shrill as a pig being slaughtered in the middle of the night!
The short robber was overjoyed, leaning back and watching her terrified struggle, her enormous breasts swaying wildly. He was extremely excited! The short robber was about to ejaculate, so he hurriedly grabbed her two large breasts with both hands, laughing and shouting,
"I'll crush you! I'll crush you!"
Hot semen rushed into Ah Fang's body until the robber's hands went limp. When he released her, ten finger marks were left on her two snow-white breasts. She was on the verge of death, and the robber's semen flowed out of her lower body.
When the tall robber also wanted to enjoy himself, Chen Sheng could no longer endure it. He screamed wildly, and the two thieves could only flee in panic.
Afang, tears streaming down her face, put her clothes back on. She untied Wanshan, and the two remained silent for a long time, as if it were the end of the world. Finally, he silently helped her into the inner room and onto the bed. She only cried, and Wanshan irritably yelled at her. Afang finally lay down… Wanshan lit a cigarette. He never dreamed his daughter would be raped, especially since he had witnessed it himself. Thinking of this, Wanshan had nothing to say. He closed the door, stripped naked, and then tied a rope to the rafters, hanging himself.
Yang Wuke, after hearing about this, investigated and confirmed that the short robber was indeed—Feng Youyu. How could he ignore it? So he haunted Feng Youyu like a persistent ghost. The two fought three times, Feng Youyu being struck in the chest by a palm strike, in the shoulder by a knife, and in the ribs by a leg kick. Knowing he was no match, Feng Youyu began to flee.
The two traveled from beyond the Great Wall to the Western Regions, and then from the Western Regions to the wild lands of Yunnan. Feng Youyu attempted several escape attempts, but Yang Wuke saw through them each time. In the dense, dark tropical jungle, Yang Wuke's years of training gave him a significant advantage; he had many opportunities to kill Feng Youyu, but he let them pass, instead slowly wearing her down.
Finally, after more than a hundred days of hunger and sleep deprivation, the emaciated Feng Youyu ended her life with her own sword.
This battle greatly boosted Yang Wuke's confidence, and he began his revenge.
He learned from various sources that the thief who raped and murdered his first love came from Yandang Mountain, so he patiently waited for his chance. Finally, six months later, during the Yandang Mountain bandit leader's birthday celebration with a grand "Hundred Beasts Feast," Yang Wuke, alone with his sword, stormed to the mountaintop.
The moment he entered the hall, Yang Wuke recognized the person sitting at the head of the table as the very man who had shot her years before. He drew his sword and walked straight towards him.
The bandits in the hall drew their weapons, blocking Yang Wuke's path. But their blades lost their strength half a foot from Yang Wuke, for Yang Wuke's curved blade had already pierced their bodies, leaving a graceful arc. In the blink of an eye, the blood didn't even have time to gush out, and as the blood spurted, Yang Wuke's curved blade entered the body of the next person. Corpses fell behind Yang Wuke, like withered flowers, trembling slightly on the ground from the spray of hot blood.
The stench of blood permeated the entire hall. Yang Wuke stepped through the sticky bloodstains and walked towards the head of the table. In the instant the bandit leader's pressure points were sealed, he clearly saw Yang Wuke smile at him.
Yang Wuke carried the bandit leader to the mountaintop and tied him to an ancient tree. There, a bow and arrows and fine wine were prepared. Yang Wuke shot an arrow and then drank a sip of wine.
This continued until late at night. When Yang Wuke descended the mountain, it was impossible to tell whether what stood before the tree was a person or a pile of flesh.
The tendons of the other bandit leaders were severed, and they bled until they dried in the hall.
From that day on, Yang Wuke secretly vowed to make this world a place where "good is rewarded and evil is punished." If Heaven was blind and didn't punish them, then he would have to do it.
Yang Wuke suddenly opened his eyes. With his intuition honed over many years, he realized that danger was approaching.
The three robbers were four men in black, all with their faces covered by black veils. One of them was holding a woman hostage. The woman's hair was disheveled, but it couldn't hide her beauty, just as it couldn't hide the brilliance of a gemstone.
The leader of the men in black pressed his right hand down on the horse's head, and the horse was forced to stop, its hooves kicking wildly but unable to move forward an inch.
"Get down, I need this carriage,"
the man in black said coldly.
A slightly thinner man next to him said,
"Brother, why waste words with them? Let's do it first."
He leaped up, his sword flashing, and thrust it straight at the driver's face.
Suddenly, the carriage curtain swung, and with a "whoosh," a pebble pierced through it and shot out. The man felt a sharp pain in his wrist; his bones had been shattered. He lost his grip on his longsword, which clattered to the ground. Then, a tightness gripped his chest, and his entire body was thrown into the muddy grass by the roadside like a tattered sack.
The other three were shocked. They saw a dark-skinned man standing beside the carriage. He smiled at them and said,
"I didn't expect the Han brothers, who were known as the 'Four Sages of Hebei,' to be secretly engaged in shady dealings. I won't have to make another trip."
The three men exchanged glances, secretly cursing their luck. They had only intended to hijack a carriage to save time, but instead, they had encountered a formidable opponent. The fourth brother had discerned their origins simply from his movements. Their reputations could not be ruined, so the three men hardened their resolve, their hands slowly reaching for their weapons.
Suddenly, all six pupils contracted simultaneously, for they all saw the black-sheathed curved sword at Yang Wuke's waist.
"Black Beauty?"
one of them murmured hoarsely. Yang Wuke nodded, and with a sharp "clang," the curved sword was drawn slightly from its sheath, its sound ringing out in the open field.
The three men's will to fight to the death intensified. They knew that escaping from Black Beauty was virtually impossible; perhaps the combined strength of the three could kill Yang Wuke? They hoped so.
The man in the middle was the third of the Han brothers. He roared and thrust his short spear horizontally, aiming straight for Yang Wuke's chest. At the same time, the eldest and second eldest brothers flanked him from the left and right, their swords and blades encircling Yang Wuke, trapping him in the middle. This move, "Heaven and Earth Encompassing All," was incredibly powerful, and countless renowned martial arts figures had perished in its strikes.
Yang Wuke remained motionless, seemingly in a meditative state. The third eldest brother was overjoyed, but immediately, his heart sank, for he heard the screams of his eldest and second eldest brothers, brief and then silenced, as if they had been choked. Instinctively, he dropped his spear and used his lightness skill to turn and flee, but suddenly everything turned red before his eyes, and the entire world went dark.
The third eldest brother fled backward, but before he could leap even half a zhang, more than a dozen wounds suddenly split open on his body, and blood gushed out like arrows, rustling the roadside weeds.
Yang Wuke remained expressionless, slowly sheathing his sword. He walked to the woman whose acupoints had been sealed, and with a palm strike, released the pressure points. The woman immediately bent over and vomited.
The four-horse carriage continued on its way. Only after Yang Wuke's promise of a large sum of money did the frightened driver agree to drive. Yang Wuke, using the sunlight, quietly observed the woman sitting opposite him.
The woman sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting on them, her eyes wide open, staring directly at the carriage floor. Occasionally, she would glance up at Yang Wuke, and when their eyes met, her eyes would fill with terror, like a frightened little rabbit, before she would look away.
Yang Wuke felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had seen this look countless times in his dreams; it was so similar. For some reason, a feeling of pity suddenly welled up within him, and he softly asked,
"What's your name? Why did they kidnap you?"
The woman shook her head, remaining silent. Yang Wuke continued,
"Where do you live? Shall I take you home?"
The woman's face paled, and she hurriedly said,
"Don't send me away! I don't want to go back. I just want to stay like this, where I can't see the sky or the earth, where no one can find me!"
As she spoke, she curled up into a ball in the corner of the carriage.
Yang Wuke said,
"No one wants to send you away. I just said it would be dangerous for you to follow me. You should go to a safe place."
The woman said,
"I don't want to go anywhere. I can sew, I can cook, and I can do so many other things. Please let me follow you."
Her eyes were full of hope.
Yang Wuke nodded and sighed softly.
The carriage fell silent, and the night crept in through the window, taking hold of the carriage. The woman's mood calmed down slightly, and she began to hum an old folk song softly. The song was melodious and gentle, and Yang Wuke couldn't help but hum along.
After killing his enemy, Yang Wuke could finally find peace, but the terrible nightmare lingered, haunting him every time he slept. He knew it was trying to tell him something, but he couldn't decipher it. So he became even more bloodthirsty and ruthless to escape the nightmare.
Once Yang Wuke learned of the evildoers, no matter how far away they were, he would rush to them, repaying them in kind, torturing them mercilessly before finally putting an end to their suffering. He was wounded during this time, but like a wolf, once his wounds healed, he would resume his mission.
"When the beauty appears, blood stains the rivers and lakes"—this was the saying that circulated at that time. Underworld figures once joined forces against Yang Wuke, but he lived beyond the Great Wall, intimately familiar with every place. They couldn't touch him in his hometown, and when the siege ended, those involved would receive the Black Beauty's death kiss one by one.
His duel with Hua Duiying, however, was not for this reason. Their duel stemmed from the fact that they represented two individuals: Jian Jie and Dao Xiong. These two were evenly matched in life, and after their deaths, the burden of determining the victor fell upon Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying.
Yang Wuke was determined to win, for he could not dishonor his master's reputation.
The commotion interrupted Yang Wuke's thoughts; they had arrived at a village.
Yang Wuke instructed the driver to stop the carriage in front of an inn. He himself was unconcerned, but the woman was thinly dressed and appeared hungry.
Around midnight, the woman was asleep in her room, and Yang Wuke found the innkeeper.
The innkeeper was a kind old woman, her face etched with the marks of time. She was very kind and agreed to Yang Wuke's request to care for the woman until his return.
But what would become of this battle? Yang Wuke couldn't answer himself. Perhaps this woman would spend her entire life here. Thinking this, Yang Wuke couldn't help but complain about the cruelty of fate.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the night sky, coming from the woman's room. Yang Wuke was startled. Using his lightness skill, he twisted and leaped up to the third floor, heading straight for the woman's room.
The door suddenly opened, and the woman stood panicked by the door. The darkness of the room behind her made her pale face appear even more striking.
"Don't leave me! I don't want to go back!"
the woman cried out repeatedly. She seemed to be having a nightmare; her eyes were still closed, but tears streamed down her face.
"Don't cry, don't cry!"
Yang Wuke grabbed her shoulders and hurriedly said,
"No one will abandon you. I will protect you. No one will dare to bully you again."
Yang Wuke seemed to have returned to twenty years ago, and he kept saying the words he hadn't had time to say back then.
The woman opened her eyes, understanding what had happened, but panic still gripped her heart. She buried her head in Yang Wuke's shoulder and began to sob softly.
Yang Wuke felt a pang of pain in his heart; the woman needed to rely on and protect her like a child. He gently stroked the woman's hair and said softly,
"I won't abandon you. If you can bear it, stay by my side and be my sister. I'll take care of you."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but think of the duel four days later. He wondered if his curved blade would break Hua Duiying's sharp sword.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, Yang Wuke's hand suddenly clenched. At this moment, he suddenly discovered a major flaw in the "Illuminating Blade Technique." That flaw was hidden when Yang Wuke's heart was as hard as iron, but once a trace of tenderness in Yang Wuke's heart was awakened, it appeared clearly in Yang Wuke's mind. Perhaps this was why Dao Xiong trained him to be cold and ruthless? Perhaps this was what Dao Xiong wanted to tell him before he died?
The woman seemed to notice his stiffness, straightened up, looked up, and asked in a low voice,
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Yang Wuke suddenly woke up and said,
"Nothing. Don't think too much about it, go to sleep."
The woman wiped away her tears, slowly walked into the room, and before closing the door, she suddenly said,
"My name is Xiaoqing. You saved me that day, and I haven't thanked you yet."
She smiled sweetly, her face as beautiful as a flower. But this smile was like a sharp blade, slashing cruelly at Yang Wuke's already cold heart.
Yang Wuke put down his wine cup and looked at Xiao Qing sitting before him. She had changed into a new set of clothes and groomed herself; her hair was casually tied back, and perhaps from a good night's sleep, her cheeks had regained some color, making her even more beautiful. Yang Wuke sighed inwardly, wondering if she were alive, would she be this tall? Would she be this beautiful?
This was the dining room on the second floor of the inn, filled with noisy guests having breakfast. A very uncomfortable feeling suddenly welled up in Yang Wuke's heart—a murderous aura, a sharp murderous aura, emanating from the four people behind him. Yang Wuke remembered that four old men were sitting there. He didn't turn around, but his fingertips rested on the hilt of his knife.
"Tap tap tap," someone came upstairs; it was a middle-aged man with a long beard and a kind face. Yang Wuke recognized the man as Duan Bifu, the "Master of Jiangnan." It was said that this man was chivalrous and righteous, with unparalleled medical skills; many in the martial world had received his treatment for poisons and injuries. However, he and Hua Duiying had always been at odds, harboring a deep-seated grudge—perhaps this was the tragedy of two brilliant rivals? Whether out of fear of Duan Bifu or for some other reason, the murderous aura behind him slowly dissipated.
"If I am not mistaken, you must be the great hero Yang,"
Duan Bifu said loudly as he approached Yang Wuke's table. Yang Wuke rose to return the greeting. Duan Bifu said, "I heard that great hero Yang and Hua Duiying are about to have a duel, so I have come to see you off and wish you a resounding victory. Waiter, bring the wine!"
After speaking, Duan Bifu took the wine jar from the waiter, poured two bowls of wine, raised one, and drank it down in one gulp. Yang Wuke, unable to refuse, also raised the other bowl and drank it dry.
Suddenly, Yang Wuke swayed and slumped back onto the stool. Duan Bifu's expression changed instantly. He chuckled maliciously and shouted at the woman,
"You slut, where do you think you're going this time? Even the Heavenly King himself can't protect you!"
With a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword appeared, aimed straight at Yang Wuke's chest.
Yang Wuke smiled, opened his mouth, and spat a stream of wine directly at Duan Bifu's face with lightning speed. Caught off guard, Duan Bifu ducked to avoid it, but his ribs felt as if struck by a hammer; he had been hit by Yang Wuke's palm and was thrown backward.
The other four men at the table also attacked simultaneously. The scarred old man at the head used the "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand," swiftly attacking Yang Wuke's vital points. The other three wielded chain spears, like three venomous snakes, intending to kill Yang Wuke with their spears.
Yang Wuke lifted the table, and with a "crack," the table was split in two by the three spears. The spears' momentum was also halted. Taking advantage of this brief moment, Yang Wuke turned to the side, avoiding the scarred old man's withered claws.
"Don't let him draw his knife!"
the scarred old man shouted. The other three old men, wielding chain spears, pursued closely, surrounding Yang Wuke. Yang Wuke leaped backward, and three chain spears suddenly shot out like meteors towards him. Yang Wuke spun and landed, dodging the spears, when suddenly a scream rang out as the spears, gleaming coldly, shot towards Xiaoqing, who was hiding by the side of the hall.
Without thinking, Yang Wuke pushed off with his toes, his body flying horizontally, grabbing one of the chain spears, and shaking it left and right, knocking away the other two. Unexpectedly, the scarred old man had already seen Yang Wuke's weakness and darted in from the side, his ten fingers aimed directly at Xiaoqing. Yang Wuke quickly reached her, grabbing Xiaoqing and falling to the side, but he was still a little too slow. With a "thud," the old man's left hand had already pierced Yang Wuke's shoulder.
"He's been hit by my 'Corpse Claw'!"
the scarred old man screamed. The other three looked delighted, but they forgot one thing: Yang Wuke stood up, completely ignoring the five black holes in his shoulder, looking at them with a pitying expression.
A flash of light sent a chill down the spines of the four men; the Black Beauty sword was already drawn. The four old men, their minds in sync, scattered in all directions, intending to wait until Yang Wuke was weakened by the poison before making their move. Yang Wuke held his breath, leaping into the air, his right hand tracing a graceful arc.
The four old men felt a sudden lightness in their bodies, something flowing down their backs. They looked down and saw a gash in their chests, like an open mouth mercilessly mocking them, mocking the cheapness of life.
"Azure sea and blue sky, night after night, my heart?!"
the old men cried out hoarsely, collapsing to the ground simultaneously.
Yang Wuke stood in the center of the hall, swaying slightly. Suddenly, a man leaped from the ground, striking Yang Wuke in the back with both palms. Unable to dodge, Yang Wuke raised his curved sword, simultaneously channeling his inner strength to block the attack. With a "bang," the man flew backward, and Yang Wuke coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The man was Duan Bifu. He clutched his slit throat and stammered, "The poison... has attacked my heart. You can't escape this... calamity either..."
Yang Wuke didn't turn back. He grabbed Xiaoqing, leaped onto a horse parked outside the inn, and with a powerful stride, the horse carried them out of town.
Deep in the Seven Dense Forest, Yang Wuke couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a thud. Xiaoqing quickly dismounted and helped Yang Wuke up.
A chilling sensation slowly crept from his limbs to Yang Wuke's chest. Although Duan Bifu's palm strike hadn't injured Yang Wuke, it had shattered his concentrated internal energy. The corpse poison was now uncontrollable and was spreading through Yang Wuke's meridians. Yang Wuke knew his time was running out. He forced a smile at Xiaoqing and said,
"Don't worry about me. Go quickly, go as far away as possible." "Alas, it's such a pity I won't be able to take care of you anymore. I'm really worried..."
Xiaoqing shook her head fiercely, saying repeatedly,
"No, you'll be alright. You're lying to me, you don't want me to follow you."
Yang Wuke grinned, his teeth stained with blood: "I know I'm not going to make it, how could I lie to you? Back then, I also had a little sister like you. I took her to pick flowers and catch butterflies... Ah, this is good, I'll see her again, but you..." A sudden cough interrupted him.
Tears streamed down Xiaoqing's face. Her expression suddenly became very serious, as if she had made up her mind. She said softly,
"Brother Yang, do you remember you asked about my background? Actually, I should have told you long ago that I am the daughter of the 'Immortal Physician,' and that Duan Bifu is my senior brother."
Yang Wuke said,
"I vaguely guessed it in the inn." To be honest, although I've never trusted those so-called heroes, believing many of them to be charlatans, I never expected him to scheme against me. I only became wary when I saw your expression change when he came in, thus avoiding the poison he put in my wine.”
Xiaoqing waved her hand, stopping Yang Wuke from continuing, and then said:
“When I was six years old, I accidentally consumed a magical herb that my father had cultivated for decades. I thought my father would blame me, but he didn't show any reprimand…”
“I was so happy that my father loved me so much. But half a year ago, I overheard a conversation between my father and Duan Bifu, and only then did I understand their intentions. It turned out he did this on purpose. He said that the herb must be consumed by a virgin, and when the person who consumed it turned eighteen, drinking the blood of the person who consumed it would increase their power and make them immune to all poisons. And I, I wasn't even my father's biological child, just his tool.”
“Later, Duan Bifu plotted against… Father, he wanted to enjoy this delicacy all to himself.” He pretended very well, treating me very kindly, thinking I didn't know I'd been waiting for an opportunity. Finally, two days before my eighteenth birthday, I escaped.
"I dared not tell you the truth. I thought you would be like them, but now I know that there are still many good people in this world, like you. The first time you met me, you were so kind to me, even for me... Hero Yang... you... you... have been poisoned by... Duan Bifu's 'Rotten Corpse Claw' poison. You must immediately have intercourse to neutralize the poison with the fluids of male and female union, in order to save your life!! Hero Yang saved my life, and I have no way to repay you. Even if it is to eliminate injustice in the martial world and benefit the people... I hope that you will immediately unite with me...!!"
At this moment, Yang Wuke circulated his inner energy to suppress the poison in his dantian. He looked at Xiaoqing:
he saw her naked and slender body, her small and exquisite breasts, her lower body half-covered, timidly calling out to Yang Wuke. What a beautiful and graceful woman! Her legs were long and slender, her steps light and graceful. She wore a light blue silk robe, her face beautiful, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, adorned with a light blue ribbon that exuded tenderness.
Yang Wuke's gaze was captivated by her beauty, his mind already calculating how to make his way in her. In a flash, without a second thought, he tightly embraced Xiaoqing! What a soft, fragrant beauty he held in his arms! Xiaoqing blushed crimson, smiled shyly at Yang Wuke, and tenderly offered him her first kiss. Those warm, moist lips, that rich saliva, that nimble tongue—Yang Wuke would never forget them!
Suddenly, her beautiful eyes snapped open, shooting out two burning flames. Then, she swayed as she stood up, slowly unbuttoning her robe, and before Yang Wuke, she stripped naked, revealing her curvaceous, translucent body.
Seeing this delicate and alluring female body, a surge of heat immediately welled up from the bottom of his heart, making him unable to resist the temptation. Thus, this naturally frail and pitiful young woman had become passionate and fiery, wanton and captivating tonight, truly surprising and delighting Yang Wuke...
Gazing at those two pools of autumn water, Yang Wuke was already aroused by desire, his eyes sparkling with boundless spring-like passion! After a frenzied and unrestrained passionate kiss, Yang Wuke pressed her down onto the bamboo couch, freely caressing her pure, smooth, and delicate body. His hands and lips explored and searched her breasts and vulva with extreme boldness.
Xiaoqing's breasts were small yet firm, just the right size to hold in one hand, feeling exceptionally soft and delicate to the touch; her rosy nipples stood proudly erect, and felt remarkably elastic when bitten. Her lower abdomen, with its sparse pubic hair, clearly revealed her labia majora and minora, which became even more alluring under Yang Wuke's touch and teasing. Her pink, round clitoris trembled, leaving Yang Wuke speechless and mesmerized—a veritable, vibrant, and forbidden paradise!
He casually switched on the oil lamp beside the bamboo bed, and a soft light immediately shone upon Xiaoqing's body, allowing Yang Wuke to see her enticing form more clearly. Her face flushed with spring's passion, her smooth, beautiful shoulders, her swaying breasts, her supple waist, her white, full, fragrant buttocks, her long, shapely legs—but what attracted Yang Wuke most were, of course, her bright red, luscious labia!
At first, she nestled obediently in Yang Wuke's arms, letting his fingers roam over her sensitive areas, quietly enjoying his skillful and agile lips and tongue, excitedly teasing and licking Xiaoqing; and because of the continuous waves of pleasure, she would sometimes moan softly and pant, sometimes kick her arms and legs, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, seemingly intoxicated by extreme comfort and pleasure.
Suddenly, Yang Wuke noticed that she quietly reached out a soft hand, unfastened his belt and zipper, hesitated for a moment, and finally trembled as she slid it into his underwear. There, his penis was already painfully erect, and upon her touch, it immediately became even thicker and larger. To make it easier for her to touch and admire, Yang Wuke simply took off his clothes as well, raising his glans to receive her caresses.
Facing this symbol of masculinity for the first time, she shyly grasped it. Under Yang Wuke's guidance, she slowly rubbed, pulled, squeezed, teased, and pinched it, sometimes heavily, sometimes lightly, sometimes up, sometimes down, causing the jade stem to swell several inches, sending waves of tingling pleasure straight to her head. Seeing Yang Wuke also panting heavily with excitement, she was even more delighted and exerted herself even more, almost making him ejaculate.
So, Yang Wuke quickly rolled over, pinning her beneath him, using a series of passionate kisses as the prelude to a pause...
Yang Wuke, holding his erect jade stem, aimed it at her beautiful jade gate, first teasing and stimulating the rosy clitoris, then whispered in her ear, "Xiaoqing, I really want it! Can I go in?" She nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I really want it too! But you have to be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt a little!" After adjusting his position, Yang Wuke thrust his long stem forcefully into her vagina. Perhaps because she was still a virgin, "The flower path has never been swept for guests, the humble gate is now opened for you!" Therefore, the opening was narrow and shallow, preventing Yang Wuke's enormous penis from fully penetrating. On the contrary, because Yang Wuke used too much force, she grimaced, her buttocks constantly retreating, and she kept crying out in pain. Seeing that she truly couldn't bear it anymore, Yang Wuke had no choice but to pull his penis out and softly comfort her, telling her to stop.
Goodness, Xiaoqing! She actually reached out and grabbed Yang Wuke's penis, guiding it to her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with tears, gesturing for him to try again. Seeing that Yang Wuke still couldn't bear it, she casually picked up a straw mat, placed it under her waist, and continued, "I know that every woman's first time is like this. For you, I'm willing to endure the pain; now I'll raise my buttocks, it should be easier for you to penetrate, come on! Try it!" She then used her fingers to pull apart her labia, urging Yang Wuke to insert his penis again. Yang Wuke understood her intention, so he didn't rush in. He first stimulated her clitoris with his tongue, causing her to produce a large amount of vaginal fluid. Then, using the lubrication of the fluid, he carefully entered.
This time, Yang Wuke dared not be reckless. He adopted a method of "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust," "slow entry and quick exit," and "light at first, then heavy." With her appropriate writhing movements, he managed to minimize the pain in her lower body. When he broke through her hymen, Yang Wuke clearly felt a warm, sticky flow enveloping his glans—it was the virgin's "first blood." She groaned softly, and a few tears slid down her cheeks. Yang Wuke immediately stopped thrusting, tightly embracing her convulsing body, and used passionate kisses to dry her tears. After a long while, Yang Wuke continued to thrust in and out of her tight vagina, gradually increasing the pressure. As the number of thrusts increased, her soft moans and cries began to rise rhythmically. Her vagina was wet, hot, and tight. The pushing and rubbing during intercourse brought Yang Wuke endless pleasure. Although they changed positions several times to alleviate each other's fatigue, they were still drenched in sweat. However, the mutual affection, the unparalleled joy and comfort, had risen higher and higher, finally reaching its peak...
At that moment, Yang Wuke, like a madman, violently pounded her already overflowing vagina with his thick penis (the bamboo bed and straw mat were stained red with her vaginal fluids!). The sizzling sounds of their intercourse were incessant, and her panting and moans were almost hoarse. Finally, a gush of hot vaginal fluid spurted out, hitting Yang Wuke's glans. The tingling sensation had reached its highest point, and Yang Wuke could no longer hold back and ejaculated wildly...
They intertwined and embraced, seemingly becoming one, caressing each other's skin, simultaneously achieving supreme satisfaction. Slowly waiting for the climax to subside, they realized it was already bright daylight and the rain had stopped. The morning birdsong, mingled with the fragrance of flowers, drifted into the room. They smiled at each other, cleaned up the remnants of their "fight," and then, hand in hand, embraced, determined to have a good long sleep. As the poem says: "Spring slumber unaware of dawn, everywhere the birdsong is heard; last night the wind and rain, how many flowers have fallen!" Upon waking, they made love twice more. After the passion and experience of the early morning, she had tasted the exquisite pleasure of sex, and thus her movements in response to Yang Wuke's thrusts became exceptionally harmonious. Her vagina, more relaxed and slippery, combined with the vibrations and rebounds of the bamboo bed, allowed Yang Wuke's penis to penetrate smoothly, deeply piercing the end of her vagina. Not only did she roar with pleasure, but Yang Wuke also felt extremely comfortable. So, in the first round, Yang Wuke quickly lost his composure and ejaculated profusely! Shortly after ejaculating, Yang Wuke pulled out his gradually limp penis, feeling truly unsatisfied, and lay down beside her, lost in thought. The clever woman was incredibly perceptive; seeing Yang Wuke suddenly become silent, she guessed his thoughts and intentions. Sure enough, she rolled over and pressed herself against Yang Wuke, using her breasts to tease his face and urging him to bite her nipples. Then, she gently grasped Yang Wuke's penis with both hands, slowly kneading and pulling it, while her plump breasts tightly enveloped the already erect "flesh drill," rubbing it, rubbing it, clamping it! Finally, she simply opened her mouth and took it in! No woman other than Xiaoqing could handle Yang Wuke like this—she instantly aroused a droopy penis until it stood erect and strong. So Xiaoqing got up, aimed her jade gate at the cannon muzzle, and sat down leisurely, launching another round of attacks. This time, Yang Wuke was already mentally prepared. He tossed and turned, engaged in fierce, passionate, and lingering battles nearly a thousand times, changing positions more than ten times, rolling from the bed to the floor, thrusting into her until she was drenched in sweat, experiencing one orgasm after another, the sound of waves deafening, and her juices flowing like a river, until she was almost fainting before he released his semen and injected it into her womb..................!
Suddenly, Yang Wuke fainted!! …The room was pitch black, the surroundings were cold, making him shiver all over, and he bumped around aimlessly, only to bump into walls everywhere. Suddenly, a ray of sunlight shone in, slowly, like ripples on water, the sunlight spreading outwards in layers, illuminating the whole world. In the warm atmosphere, Yang Wuke gradually felt: the cold instantly disappeared, a comfortable feeling spreading throughout his body, making him unwilling to resist.
That all-too-familiar face reappeared, tears welling in its eyes, yet smiling. Yang Wuke opened his eyes, and slowly, that face overlapped with Xiaoqing's before him. Xiaoqing was in tears. Only when she saw that Yang Wuke's poison had dissipated did she manage a smile. A pungent, metallic taste rose in his throat, and Yang Wuke noticed Xiaoqing's swollen face. He looked at her questioningly, but Xiaoqing suddenly went limp and fainted against Yang Wuke's chest.
Although the poison of the rotting corpse was cured, the numbness had not yet disappeared. Yang Wuke was helpless and could only lie there stiffly… “I never imagined that besides my master, there would be someone in this world who would treat Yang Wuke so well!” Two streams of hot tears slid down Yang Wuke's temples.
The forest was quiet, everything seemed to stand still, except for the flowing spring of life. In an instant, a thousand thoughts flooded Yang Wuke's mind, only to vanish in a flash, leaving his mind clear and empty. Like a lightning bolt, he felt sunlight flood his mind, dispelling all darkness. Suddenly, it felt as if a thousand pores opened, simultaneously absorbing the warm sunlight that bathed the earth. Xiao Qing
lay softly between Yang Wuke's legs, listening to him sing her several folk songs. When he sang "Autumn Cicada," she began to sing along with the chords. Xiao Qing's clear, sweet voice perfectly captured the song, and Yang Wuke was captivated by her beautiful singing. When the song ended, tears welled in her eyes. Yang Wuke laughed at her unrestrained emotions; no wonder she cried so loudly during lovemaking. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and a strange emotion flickered in her eyes. She seemed hesitant to speak, as if she had something to say. Despite Yang Wuke's repeated probing, she remained silent, only holding his penis and stroking it. Yang Wuke didn't press further.
For several nights in a row, Xiaoqing stayed at Yang Wuke's house, telling him she wanted to have some fun with him these days.
Finally, Yang Wuke recovered from his illness and took her around. During these two days, Xiaoqing clearly remembered that Yang Wuke stayed with her, as if he had become a different person, buying her many things to eat and many toys to make her happy. But Xiaoqing also noticed that Yang Wuke occasionally frowned slightly. She asked him what was troubling him, and Yang Wuke smiled and said he was making a decision. He also said that when a person is truly invincible, the feeling is so tiring and lonely.
And at night, naturally, it was "a pear blossom tree pressing down on a crabapple," "clouds and rain on Wushan Mountain, heartbroken," "a bluebird searching for food to explore," "spring filling the peach blossom paradise, a gentle land." They chased and frolicked naked in the rain-soaked garden, tumbled and entwined in the clear lake, kissed and caressed each other on the wet lawn, and finally, under the warm blankets, Yang Wuke once again inserted his thick penis into her soft vagina, thrusting in and out, waves of pleasure washing over him, leading him to climax, reaching the peak of unparalleled bliss… Every time, they loved each other in this way, their spirits and bodies perfectly in sync, a feeling of 'telepathic understanding' that no outsider could comprehend. No wonder Yang Wuke was so deeply in love with Xiaoqing, 'love so profound it knows no bounds'!
The time that left the deepest impression on Yang Wuke was when they went to the mountains. The scenery there was beautiful, the people were kind and simple, and they had a wonderful time, going up the mountain and down to the sea. As evening fell, she suggested they go for a bath in the area's renowned hot springs, and Yang Wuke readily agreed. They found a small inn, and the landlady led them through a long corridor, across a quiet little garden, and into a very clean room. She carefully explained some things to be aware of… After seeing their host off, they exchanged a smile; Yang Wuke immediately embraced Xiaoqing tightly, his greedy mouth launching an attack on her. She obediently allowed Yang Wuke to kiss and caress her, her eyes brimming with laughter.
When Yang Wuke tore open her blouse and bit her tender nipple, she suddenly changed color and forcefully pushed him away; Yang Wuke was bewildered by this, and she laughed again. After a while, she told Yang Wuke to undress and come inside, saying she would serve him during his bath, like a concubine serving an emperor. The small inn was very simple: a large wooden tub, a long bench beside it, a bamboo tube on the wall, and a cork stopper.
Xiaoqing had already filled a tub with hot spring water. Naked, she knelt on the ground to welcome Yang Wuke. Yang Wuke was somewhat flattered and, as instructed, sat in the tub. She carefully scooped up hot spring water with a ladle to rinse him. After wetting his body, she ordered him to lie on a bench (she had already laid out a towel) and began to rub and wash him with her breasts, moving from his neck, shoulders, chest, navel, and abdomen down to his genitals. The soft, slippery nipples pushed Yang Wuke's penis, causing it to immediately become erect. She laughed with pleasure and then used her hands to serve him, licking between the glans and foreskin with her mouth, then carefully manipulating it with her hands. Yang Wuke slowly closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying this unique pleasure, and unknowingly fell asleep…
In his hazy state, Yang Wuke felt his penis being tightly enveloped by a warm, soft, slippery object, which was occasionally moving up and down. Yang Wuke opened his eyes and saw that Xiaoqing was sitting on his stomach, her back to him, servicing him with her vagina. This was a rather unique position; Yang Wuke could get ample rest while maintaining his excitement, and she could control the force of their penetration, adjusting to achieve the optimal friction and sensation, giving him an incredibly pleasurable feeling. Xiaoqing was working very hard, beads of sweat trickling down her smooth back. Watching her heaving shoulders and flowing hair, Yang Wuke pitifully reached out to support her waist, intending to help her. She noticed Yang Wuke was awake, giggled, and turned to ask him:
"Hero...hey! ...You're awake...oh! ...How is this...? Is it comfortable...?" "Very good! ...I like it! ...But...please...don't...overdo it!..." "I'm not tired at all! And doing this feels so good! Hmm! Hmm!..." "Just now...you...called me...husband! You...promise to...marry me...?" "What we...are doing...isn't it...the stuff between husband and wife...in the bedroom...of course...I should call you...husband...besides...besides...my mother-in-law...thinks...oh! Uh! Hmm! Harder! Good! ...thinks...hey! ...we are...husband and wife! ...Hey! Oh! ...Hmm! ...Oh! Oh!" "Push it in deeper! ...Ah! ...With...force!" In their extreme excitement, they were both breathless, especially her, who would let out earth-shattering screams as her vagina contracted and expanded, her 'campus lady' image completely shattered; she was more like a long-deprived 'sexually aroused woman,' reveling in the thrusting and throbbing of her man's magnificent, long-grown penis within her sensitive, moist vulva! I grasped Xiaoqing's breasts, gently kneading her nipples. The two red beans, erect in passion, felt even harder and more adorable between my fingers. As Xiaoqing writhed, her small, pink breasts slid continuously in Yang Wuke's palm, allowing him to fully enjoy a soft and delicate touch. Suddenly, it seemed Yang Wuke had gripped her too tightly. She nervously reached out her soft hand to grasp his and pulled him down. Yang Wuke then touched her genitals, her wet, hot labia entwined with his penis. He explored upwards from their point of contact, scratching her clitoris, swollen, smooth, and moist, accompanied by a series of soft, wet "plop" sounds. The intense friction between their bodies aroused Yang Wuke's intense excitement. He sat up, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and positioned her against him so she could rotate and swallow his penis.
At this moment, Xiaoqing, while vigorously stroking him, turned around to face him, straddling him. To achieve the best angle, she maintained a 25-degree angle with him, her hands resting on his shoulders, allowing him a clear view of her breasts; even a slight tilt of her head would allow him to easily see their "passionate intersection." Like a fleshy ball with seams tightly enveloping a thick sausage, Yang Wuke found it increasingly difficult to control his ejaculation. Finally, with a series of long moans, Yang Wuke reached his climax... Yang Wuke held Xiaoqing tightly, matching her movements, thrusting wildly and releasing streams of hot semen deep into Xiaoqing's womb. She also reached her climax almost simultaneously, collapsing against Yang Wuke's chest with soft cries...
Yang Wuke picked up Xiaoqing's weak, sweat-drenched body and gently placed her in the wooden basin. While she was half-asleep, he washed away the traces of her labor and took the opportunity to admire her beautiful body. At this moment, she resembled a goddess in a painting, languidly floating in the swirling mist. Yang Wuke loved to pour ladles of spring water over her breasts, watching the glistening droplets slide from her nipples, run down her beautiful navel, flow over her flat stomach, and finally moisten her glossy pubic hair, before flowing down her alluring lips and into a basin. Yang Wuke never tired of this, occasionally reaching out to caress this path, exploring the girl's innocence and tenderness. Also worth mentioning is her pair of long, full, and shapely legs, enough to make any woman envious, smooth, full, and alluringly curved. Especially the mysterious triangle between her legs, which made Yang Wuke blush, his heart race, and his mind wander. Her fair, rosy skin, combined with her flawless curves, created a scene of paradise. A small tuft of sparse, curly pubic hair seemed to sway in the spring breeze; and those vibrant, dewy 'petals' were breathtakingly beautiful, slightly parted, shy and alluring, making Yang Wuke utterly captivated! The cave was soft, slippery, and warm, brimming with the essence of spring. Yang Wuke's penis moved within, experiencing a comfort, pleasure, joy, and delight that could only be truly understood through personal experience…
Just like a lotus emerging from the water in mythology, Xiaoqing seemed to ascend to heaven, blossoming with a breathtaking sensuality and allure. Yang Wuke stood there, mesmerized, gazing at her jade-like body. In the swirling mist, her breasts appeared particularly alluring, her rosy nipples pulsating slightly, possessing a hazy beauty. Amidst the sparse pubic hair, glimpses of spring appeared—her enticing peach blossom cave entrance, vaguely revealing endless spring passion. …When she stood before Yang Wuke, he impulsively embraced her, and they caressed each other passionately, teasing her sensitive areas. So, in no time, Yang Wuke and Xiaoqing lay down on the bamboo couch, adopting the "6-9" position, licking and sucking each other's genitals. The sounds of sucking and panting filled the air, bodies and minds resonating. Yang Wuke and Xiaoqing simultaneously experienced the pleasure and joy of sex. If it weren't for Granny Sang's urgent knocking on the door, Yang Wuke might have ejaculated again!
After dinner, Yang Wuke led her for a walk down the mountain, and they enjoyed several servings of wild game. Yang Wuke told Xiaoqing that these things were very nutritious, and eating too much made him want to make love again! Upon hearing this, her cheeks flushed red, and she playfully scolded Yang Wuke, pinching him hard. Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Wuke pulled her against the wall, kissing and caressing her wantonly, ignoring the stares of passersby, until she forcefully pushed him away... That night, Yang Wuke and Xiaoqing made love repeatedly, their bodies intertwined, yet they felt no fatigue. Several passionate climaxes followed, but Yang Wuke held back, refusing to release easily. Xiaoqing became even wilder and more energetic, their coordination flawless. Finally, she climaxed four times, completely collapsing into Yang Wuke's arms, before he reluctantly released her labia... Yang Wuke remembered that night, when they had dreamed of the future, weaving beautiful dreams of building their own love nest, as if everything was exactly as he had imagined and hoped, and he had finally found his "true love"!
On the way home, she became silent, staring blankly ahead. Yang Wuke asked her repeatedly, but she seemed not to hear. Just as they were approaching her house, she suddenly bent down, forcefully pulled down Yang Wuke's pants, and then took his penis into her mouth, biting it frantically. Yang Wuke quickly dragged her to a secluded place, watching her head rise and fall in astonishment. She still ignored his questions, continuing to suck and swallow. Yang Wuke quickly reached a state of blissful ecstasy, only able to gasp for breath, and could only wait for his ejaculation to finish...
Xiaoqing burst into tears, looking down at Yang Wuke. His gaze began to unfocus, and his consciousness gradually blurred. Xiaoqing gently drew the black curved sword from Yang Wuke's waist, rolled up her sleeve, and the blade sliced across his snow-white arm.
A stream of blood flowed out, like a bright red flower blooming on white silk. Xiaoqing straightened her arm, letting the blood drip into the wound on Yang Wuke's shoulder, then pried open Yang Wuke's teeth and poured the blood continuously into his mouth.
Yang Wuke finally understood the true meaning of the "Illuminating Blade Technique"!
Eight Peaks Manor, September 16th.
In the arena, Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying fought. Amidst the flashing blades and the back-and-forth of Yang Wuke, it seemed as if hundreds of people were moving about, making it impossible to distinguish who was Hua Duiying and who was Yang Wuke.
Hua Duiying was not disappointed. Yang Wuke arrived at 9:45 AM. He declined Hua Duiying's offer to postpone the duel, rested briefly, and then drew his fearsome Black Beauty Curved Blade.
Under a willow tree outside the circle, the carriage Yang Wuke had arrived in was parked. The curtain was drawn back, revealing a pretty face—it was Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing's beautiful eyes gazed at the arena, her mind churning with thoughts. Heaven had finally opened its eyes, allowing Yang Wuke to recover in time!"I'll take you to see the heavy snow. Only after you've seen it will you understand what the real North is,
and only then will you truly love it." A sweet feeling welled up in Xiaoqing's heart, and for some reason, her eyes were slightly moist. Suddenly, a crisp sound startled her. She looked up and saw a black light shoot straight into the sky, then plummet down, disappearing deep into the earth.
Silence fell over the arena. Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying stood quietly, about ten feet apart. Hua Duiying's Nine-Turn Throat-Sealing Sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, while Yang Wuke's hands were empty. The Black Beauty had already perished beneath the ground of Zhengfeng Manor, leaving only a narrow line on the ground.
"I lost,"
Yang Wuke murmured, turning and walking towards the edge of the arena. Reaching the carriage, Xiaoqing saw that Yang Wuke's expression was relaxed, as if he had just unloaded a heavy burden.
Zhengfeng Manor Master Chu Guanxiong stepped forward to congratulate Hua Duiying, but Hua Duiying remained silent, staring blankly at the crack in the ground.
"Master Hua has always wanted to compete with Master Yang. Now that you've won, why are you so sullen?"
Chu Guanxiong asked.
Hua Duiying slowly shook her head, watching Yang Wuke's carriage gradually disappear, her face full of admiration. "He didn't lose; I lost."
Seeing Chu Guanxiong's puzzled expression, Hua Duiying continued,
"'The Heart-Stealing Sword Technique's' final move, 'Who Else But Me,' was uncontrollable even by myself. It's said that this move is too lethal, harming the user instead of the opponent. Master Yang waited until I finished the Heart-Stealing Sword Technique, and he actually managed to let both of us escape unscathed. Alas, I am far inferior. He is truly clever, using this method to bid farewell to the endless battles of the martial world."
The crack in the ground was bottomless, like a deep, resentful eye gazing at the heavens.
In a small tavern in a major town in the Nine Passes Realm, Yang Wuke and Xiao Qing sat side by side. "Tomorrow, we can go home!"
Yang Wuke said.
The shop door was suddenly kicked open, and a dozen men rushed in. The leader, a burly man with squinty eyes, shouted,
"Hey, where's that loser bastard? Your master's here to catch up!"
He then burst into laughter. The others echoed his words, their laughter shaking the dust from the rafters.
Yang Wuke recognized them as gangsters who had once hidden from him in fear. He never expected that upon hearing of his defeat, they would swagger in so brazenly. He smiled—it's not that I don't understand, the world changes fast!
The men's weapons gleamed, and insults poured out. Yang Wuke remained unmoved. He glanced at the sky and said to Xiaoqing,
"Qing'er, the sun's already up. Let's get going."
He pulled Xiaoqing to her feet and strode outside.
Weapons rained down on Yang Wuke and Xiaoqing, but Yang Wuke used some kind of movement technique, weaving through the crowd without being hit. The burly man with squinty eyes wanted to shout for the others to give chase, but suddenly felt a surge of heat seep into his body through every pore, coursing through his veins and sealing his acupoints wherever it went. He tried to struggle, but the heat was so incredibly soothing and comforting, like a young girl embracing him. Every muscle in his body trembled with excitement, making it impossible to resist.
The snow-white wall suddenly turned blood red.
"Don't grab, don't grab, one at a time, I'll give each of you a piece."
Xiaoqing stood in the courtyard, distributing freshly made sweet cakes, surrounded by the neighbor's children. She smiled, the fear and confusion of the past long gone, replaced by charm and a captivating radiance.
Yang Wuke looked at Xiaoqing and the children under the plum blossoms, smiling too, a smile of happiness and peace. That nightmare was gone forever; Yang Wuke now faced every beautiful day and night.
The warm April sun shone on Yang Wuke's face, and he thought of his master again.

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