The Great Snow of Jianghu

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Fang's winters are always particularly cold. Whenever she sees snow falling from the sky, her heart aches inexplicably. That year, it was a winter like this too… The snow was red, but the sword did not stop. Gu Jing no longer remembered how many chests his sword had slashed across; he only felt the stench of blood. His eyes were bloodshot, but his hand did not stop. He would not stop until he killed the traitor who had betrayed his entire family. Finally, he saw it! He saw that despicable villain. In an instant, the sword was drawn! The battle was so brutal that even Tie Bisheng, who specialized in recording feuds in the martial world, could not bear to watch it. How many people died in that battle, and how many survived, remains a mystery. Therefore, the battle at Guandi Temple became one of the greatest unsolved mysteries in the martial world. But one thing is certain: later, a tomb raider discovered Gu Jing's family head's token. The token is the man; the token is lost, the man dies! This is the ironclad rule of the Gu family. Countless years passed, and when everyone had slowly forgotten about this incident, he reappeared.

No one knew how high his martial arts skills were, because no one had ever seen him fight. Yet he killed Huangshan swordsman Yichen, the powerful Tu Tianhu from beyond the Great Wall, and Long Fei, the fifth-ranked master of Tianshan. But he didn't make a single move. Because they were scared to death, simply because of that young swordsman's sword. That sword held too deep memories and fear for them. On that snowy night, that sword had taken countless lives. If the swordsman hadn't exhausted his strength, if they hadn't withdrawn in time, the Guandi Temple would have had several more corpses. Not only them, but everyone in the martial world knew of this sword. It was a sword passed down through the Gu family, passed down through seventy years since the time of Gu Lan, the founder of the Taihang Gu family. In those seventy years, this sword had never harmed an innocent person, nor had it ever let a villain go unpunished.

The sword was named Duoqing (meaning "passionate"). A most ruthless sword, yet named Duoqing? Or was it not the sword that was passionate, but the person? He still wandered the martial world, searching. He had no hobbies; he was born into this world for only one purpose: revenge. From the time he could remember, his grandmother, who raised him, instilled in him this sentiment: "Your parents, your brothers, your entire family died at that man's hands. He betrayed us. The meaning of your life is to take up your father's sword and punish them!" In the battle at the Guandi Temple, twenty-five members of the Gu family were killed, but sixty-six of the seventy masked masters who launched the attack also survived. The body of the traitor was not found among the corpses. That meant five people were still at large. Through meticulous investigation, he finally found clues and unearthed the few who had escaped the net years ago.

Among them were ruthless bandits and renowned swordsmen, all of whom had, on that night, despicably assassinated him while wearing masks. As they fell, he suddenly felt nauseous. He realized that these hypocritical gentlemen were truly disgusting, even an insult to him and his sword. There are still two more. I will find them and avenge my entire family! Lei Family Village is not a small place; even land within a hundred miles is his family's property. Lei Ming, however, was not a flamboyant man. He ate the cheapest food and wore the simplest clothes; even his servants dressed better than him. After that night, he received a huge reward, acquired the family business, and finally escaped poverty. But he did not find the joy that wealth brought. Whenever he thought of that crimson night, his heart would clench, and the food in his hands would taste blood, making it impossible to swallow.

He often missed his poor but free days, that happy poor man, that happy poor family. But he could not go back, from that day on. What is destined to come will come. When you bravely face it and repay it, perhaps that is a kind of happiness. To be able to escape the condemnation of conscience, isn't that a kind of liberation? The snow fell heavily, obscuring his face etched with hatred, but it could not stop his steps. The sword was still in its sheath, but its aura seemed to burst forth, mingling with the cold wind, whistling. Lei Ming's golden cudgel was in his hand, but there seemed to be some hesitation in his eyes. He said coldly, "What else do you have to say?"

Lei Ming said, "I have a request, can you spare my son?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, yet still filled with grief and indignation: "Fifteen years ago, did you spare Gu Jing's family?"
Lei Ming trembled, and laughed bitterly, "Make your move!"

Lei Ming's staff was not slow; it could be said to be first-rate in the martial arts world. But he had no chance to make a move. No one knew how fast the Gu family's sword was. So after Lei Ming's staff and body were cleaved at the same time, he still had time to think about his past. I have been happy, but I have also missed out. Happiness is fleeting, but mistakes have a lifetime to pay the price... When he left Lei Family Manor, he could still faintly hear the child's cries. A person has to face many enemies in their life. Gu Jing had faced countless enemies, and he had never been defeated. But he died. Because what is more terrifying than enemies is friends. So in everyone's eyes, Gu Jing was a villain, betraying friends, treacherous, and unforgivable. But Gu Jing himself did not think so. Yes, Gu Jing was my friend. He thought so before he died. But as his friend, who helped him build this empire, what did I get in return?

Just a steward for the Gu family? And now? Cangqiong City is more famous and powerful than the Gu family was back then. Gu Jing is no match for me. Why should I be subservient to him? Jealousy often turns people into devils, and they feel perfectly justified in doing so. On this day, Gu Jing, as usual, came to the Guandi Temple to pay respects to his "good friend" Gu Jing. Because in the eyes of the world, they will always be good friends. The best kind. The scene from that day reappeared before his eyes. Even someone as cold as him often dreamt of those hateful eyes, staring intently at him. The snow was so heavy that day, just like today… He felt a little cold, so he asked his trusted aide to bring him a fur coat. However, no one answered after several calls. He found it strange; his trusted aides were always waiting for him outside the door. In fact, they were outside the door now too. But they could no longer bring him anything.

There was only one living person outside the door, but he wasn't one of his. Gu Jing couldn't see his face, but she saw his sword. Then he drew his blade. When she arrived, there was no one there, only snow falling heavily. The snow on the ground was stained red. Where was Gu Jing? Where was he? Apart from the red snow, nothing could witness this duel. What did it matter if he won? What did it matter if he lost? Regardless of victory or defeat, it only brought pain. Isn't the battle itself painful? In a person's life, there should be joy, laughter, song, wine, and love. But he had none of that. His heart was filled with hatred, so he couldn't truly be considered alive, and therefore death wasn't so terrifying. His revenge only brought more pain and hatred, but he had no choice but to do it. Did he already know that his father wasn't a perfect saint either, and had done some irreparable mistakes? Then, hadn't the justice and fairness he had always upheld become an irony? No one knew what happened that day, except for the two of them. But they disappeared. Actually, he was wrong. What solves problems better than hatred is forgiveness!

He wouldn't understand, because the hatred in his heart was invincible, capable of solving everything. But he hadn't completely extinguished his nature, because he had, after all, let the child go. Had the seed of forgiveness slowly awakened in his heart? She hoped so, hoped that one day he would understand this truth. Perhaps he had forgotten her, perhaps he had never even thought of her. But she still went to find him. Because she couldn't forget the look in his eyes when they first met. There was no hatred there, only the clarity of the sea. She couldn't remember how many years she had searched, only that another white hair had appeared on her head. They were growing old. But she still returned every year to see the snow. The snow was no longer stained red, but flew in the air pure white. She turned around. Suddenly, time froze, her breath almost stopped—outside the temple gate, behind the clusters of winter plum blossoms, a tall and slender shadow was faintly visible. He smiled, "I remember, when I first arrived at Grandma's house, you were the one staring at me."

She smiled too, "Yes, and I still have the gift you gave me!"
She held out her hand, spreading her fingers, revealing a few red beans in her palm. He strode over and hugged her tightly. She was only wearing a thin white bodysuit. He began to caress her breasts through the clothing, eliciting
moans of "Mmm... Oh... Mmm... Oh..." from her. Gu Jing pulled off her bodysuit from the bottom up, gently caressing her breasts, continuing to kiss her red lips, indulging in the fragrance between her teeth. Her firm, white breasts sprang out! With Gu Jing's kisses covering her lips, she could only moan, "Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm..."

Expressing her pleasure. Gu Jing's kisses gradually moved down to her sensitive neck, his hands gently teasing her nipples. She
moaned, "Oh...oh...um...um...oh...oh..." as he untied Gu Jing's clothes, and Gu Jing cooperated by pulling down her trousers and underwear. She took the initiative to caress his penis, her small hands gently stroking it, and Gu Jing also caressed her sexy triangle area, pulling down her pink panties. Gu Jing's middle finger sank deep between her plump labia, moving up and down rhythmically, causing her to moan softly, "Oh...so comfortable...um...oh...such a beautiful feeling...oh..."
Her labia, which were not very wet at first, gradually flowed with clear love fluid, making the caresses even more stimulating. Gu Jing pressed her clitoris quickly dozens of times. Her cries grew louder: "Oh...too fast...oh...I can't take it...oh oh..."

Gu Jing's hands gently pinched, pulled, pressed, and rubbed her nipples, while her mouth sucked on her love juice and her tongue licked her labia. She was almost out of breath, desperately pressing Gu Jing's head towards her vulva: "Oh...nipples...so good...oh...oh...licking too fast...oh...oh..."
Then her tongue shifted its target, teasing her clitoris, which was already swollen like a bean. "Oh...not there...oh...oh...I can't take it...oh...oh..."

It turned out that stimulating her clitoris was her Achilles' heel, so Gu Jing specifically attacked her clitoris, sucking, licking, and holding it in her mouth, finally inserting her tongue into her tender vulva and teasing it, while her fingers frantically rubbed her clitoris. She broke down in no time: "Oh...oh...I can't...oh...it's coming...oh...oh...I'm coming...oh..."

A brief tremor ran through her, and she deflated like a punctured balloon, panting weakly. Her vaginal opening was filled with her freshly released love fluid. She used her hand to stroke my erect penis, smiling shyly at me. Suddenly, she opened her cherry-like mouth and took the glans in. Her little mouth began to tease Gu Jing's penis again. Her focused expression made Gu Jing feel that being sucked by her was truly satisfying. Gu Jing closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure her little mouth brought him. She began to quickly stroke the base of his penis with one hand and gently caress his scrotum with the other. Her little mouth sucked on his penis quickly, her tongue swirling around the glans. Gu Jing was almost at the point of ejaculation. She straddled Gu Jing's thighs with her legs spread, guiding his already erect penis towards her wet vaginal opening. With a thrust of her waist, his penis slowly slid into her vagina, her vaginal muscles tightly gripping the glans. As the entire penis slid into her vagina, she couldn't help but moan, "Oh...so thick...oh..."

She slowly twisted her waist, letting the penis slide back and forth inside her vagina. She took Gu Jing's large hand and caressed her breasts, asking Gu Jing if she liked it. Gu Jing nodded! After a while, she got a little tired, lay down, hugged Gu Jing's head, and kissed his lips passionately, "Mmm...mmm...mmm...so comfortable...mmm...mmm...the penis...so hard...oh..."

Her waist began to thrust faster, the penis moving up and down in and out of her tender vagina. Gu Jing pressed her buttocks with both hands, making sure that each thrust went all the way in before pulling out. Her waist moved faster and faster, and Gu Jing's hands pressed her buttocks harder and harder. The incessant sounds of intercourse made her even more excited, and her breathing grew heavier. She cried out intensely in Gu Jing's ear, "Ah...ah...my pussy...is going to kill me...ah...ah..."
"Ah...I can't take it...ah...your cock...it's killing me...ah...ah..."
"Ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...it's too fast...ah...I'm going to come...ah..."

She held her breath, and her pussy suddenly tightened. After about five seconds, a spasm came from inside her vagina. She breathed a sigh of relief and gasped for breath. A warm current came from the glans of his penis, and her vaginal muscles contracted violently, massaging Gu Jing's penis. She had another orgasm! With hazy eyes and flushed cheeks, she said to Gu Jing, "I can't take it anymore. This is all I can do!"

Gu Jing kissed her tenderly, pulled his penis out of her body, and made her lie face down on the bed with her buttocks facing up. He spread her legs in a V-shape, and her pussy was slightly open, glistening with glistening droplets. The pink flesh of her pussy was faintly visible. Gu Jing lifted his penis and inserted it into her wet vagina, gently thrusting in and out while supporting her waist. As she adjusted to her vagina, Gu Jing gradually increased his speed, forcefully pounding her buttocks, his penis penetrating her vagina with each thrust. At first, she could still respond to Gu Jing's moans, "Ah...ah...ah...so good...ah...so good...oh..."

Later, she couldn't withstand the stimulation and could no longer moan, only desperately trying to hold herself up with her hands, looking somewhat pained. She probably really couldn't take it anymore. Gu Jing withdrew his penis and placed her on the ground facing him; she seemed a little tired! Gu Jing placed her fair legs on his shoulders, lifted his penis again, and inserted it into her vagina, his hands supporting him on the ground, his waist beginning to thrust violently. She kept her eyes tightly shut, one hand gripping his arm, the other clutching the grass. His penis slid all the way in with each thrust, the head reaching her cervix. She cried out wildly, "Ah...it's so stimulating...ah...ah...too deep...ah..."

"Ah...please...ah...spare me...ah...ah...please...please...you..."
"Ah...ah...help...ah...I'm going to die from pleasure...ah...ah..."
"Ah...ah...no more...I don't want it anymore...ah...ah...let me go..."
"Please stop...ah...I really don't want it anymore...ah...I'm going to die...ahhh..."

The intense thrusting, accompanied by her moans, made Gu Jing unable to endure it any longer. He thrust his penis deep into her vagina, and she convulsed again, waves of vaginal fluid gushing onto his glans. Gu Jing closed his eyes in pleasure, feeling his urethra relax, and a thick stream of hot semen shot out. This time, Gu Jing felt like he ejaculated for a long time. He lay on top of her to rest. Wow! He had never ejaculated so much before; she was so dazed she was almost unconscious. Gu Jing picked up a silk handkerchief he carried with him and bent down to clean and wipe her. Unexpectedly, her labia majora were so red and swollen they couldn't close, and her vulva was stretched wide, the flesh clearly visible!

Her vulva was covered in vaginal fluid, leaving a small puddle on the sheet. After wiping her clean, Gu Jing helped her put on her underwear, kissed her, and she woke up slightly, weakly clinging to him for a while. The old, worn sword he carried had fallen to the ground. Truly, the sword's name was "Amorous"! Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will sprout in spring; I wish you would gather more, for this is the most cherished token of love.

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