Urban Romantic Adventures

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"Hmm, the weather's lovely today. A gentle spring breeze, bright sunshine, cloudless skies, and fresh air. Miss Gu must be in a great mood. In this season of renewal, when even cats are in heat, her chances of winning her heart will be much higher," a young man muttered to himself, standing at the entrance of the alley.
This young man was handsome and dashing, about 1.75 meters tall, with a rather imposing physique. He had a broad forehead, a straight nose, and slightly upturned lips, giving him a somewhat unrestrained air. Yet, his eyes revealed a calm and resolute gaze, and his entire being exuded an ethereal and otherworldly aura.
A soft footstep sounded, and a girl appeared at the alley entrance. The young man stared intently, his eyes instantly gleaming with a green light.
The girl emerging from the alley was exceptionally beautiful, about 1.68 meters tall, with long, flowing hair, an oval face, and a fair complexion with a rosy glow. Her eyes were bright as autumn water, and her lips were as red as cherries. She wore a creamy-white trench coat, which made her appear even more graceful and elegant, radiating a quiet and refined air.
"Hello!" the boy called out, stepping forward to stand before her. He straightened his clothes, adjusted his hair, puffed out his chest, striking a pose of imposing strength. A charming smile graced his face as he gazed at her delicate, beautiful face with a steady, deep, gentle, and resolute gaze.
"Ah!" The girl's vision blurred; a tall figure had already filled her entire field of vision. She looked up in surprise. There
, only half a foot away, was a large face. It was quite handsome, with bright eyes that seemed to convey a wealth of information, unlike the beastly gaze others had given her. Moreover, his smile was genuinely welcoming.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Sensing the unusual distance between them, the girl took two steps back, frowning as she asked, her voice as clear and melodious as a nightingale's song.
Seeing that the beauty didn't run away immediately, the boy perked up and quickly said, "Gu Ningzhi, let me introduce myself. My name is Long Shaojun. I'm a student at Changling Middle School, one year ahead of you. I'm an only child, single, handsome, tall, with a wide range of interests, and high moral character. I have a compassionate heart, and my motto is to help others and protect the weak. Of course, I have many other advantages, but due to time constraints, I won't list them all. However, I believe that after we get to know each other a few more times, you'll find that I'm absolutely the leader of handsome men, the representative of tough guys, the prince charming of beauties, and the lifelong support of pretty girls!"
"Ah!" Gu Ningzhi was so frightened that she took another step back, her pretty face showing fear. Her eyes began to scan her surroundings, as if she was ready to run for her life at the first sign of trouble.
Seeing that he had frightened the beauty, Long Shaojun quickly put on a kind and approachable smile and said, "Junior, don't be afraid. I just want to say a few words from my heart to you. It won't take up much of your time."
Gu Ningzhi composed herself, perhaps thinking that the person in front of her was a classmate from the same school and that he wouldn't have any ulterior motives. She nodded slightly and said, "Go ahead and say it."
Long Shaojun's spirits lifted, his chest puffed out, and he adopted the image of a hero going to his death. He extended two fingers, pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it with both hands, first stared deeply at the girl, and then slowly read in a low voice: "My dearest Zhizhi: Since I met you, I've known there's a kind of illness called lovesickness. Since I saw you, I've understood what it means to be infatuated. Your beautiful face is like a pure white snow lotus..." Your ethereal beauty, like a lustrous lingzhi mushroom, makes me lose my appetite and sleep. In the still of the night, endless longing surges into my heart, and I toss and turn, unable to sleep. I know I'm lovesick, yet I can't forget you. I know I'm delusional, yet I yearn to have you. This love, buried for so many years, this affection, lonely for so many days, today, I finally muster the courage to express my love to you. My dearest Zhizhi, I love you. We will be together forever, like old vines entwined around a tree, inseparable; like old trees with intertwined roots, inseparable; I am the Cowherd, you are the Weaver Girl; you are the Seventh Fairy, I am Dong Yong; in heaven, we wish to be a pair of lovebirds, on earth, a pair of intertwined branches…” As he read this, he raised his head, gazing deeply into the young woman's eyes.
Gu Ningzhi stared blankly at the boy, her pretty face flushed red to her ears. As the school's most beautiful girl, she naturally had countless boys pursuing her, receiving over a thousand love letters of varying content and styles, but none as explicit and shameless as this boy's.
"Ah... my dear Zhizhi, you're like a fire in winter, burning brightly..."
"Please, stop reading!" Gu Ningzhi finally snapped out of her daze, shouting as she looked around, preparing to escape. However, this was an alley, and to get out, she had to get past the boy.
"Ah, Junjun is here! I've finally found you!" With those words, a tall figure emerged from around the corner, blocking the alleyway, his eyes fixed on the boy with tender affection.
Long Shaojun's expression changed drastically upon hearing the voice, a hint of fear appearing on his face. His eyes darted around, and he seemed even more eager to escape than Gu Ningzhi.
"Peng Zhenzhen!" Long Shaojun uttered unconsciously, his voice trembling slightly. He slowly turned around, a smile more painful than a grimace on his face, and looked at the newcomer.
Although the newcomer was tall, she was definitely not a man. However, she appeared even stronger than most men, standing about 1.75 meters tall, with broad shoulders, thick legs, a large belly, a face full of horizontal lines, thick black eyebrows, slanted eyes, and a gaping, blood-red mouth—a truly terrifying sight. Especially striking was the thick layer of makeup on her face, which seemed to be slipping off with the twitching of her facial muscles.
Peng Zhenzhen was also a student at Changling Middle School, in the same grade as Long Shaojun, but in a different class. She was a member of the school's sports team, specializing in weightlifting. Since junior high, she had been the provincial women's heavyweight weightlifting champion every year. It was said that her clean and jerk was 120 kilograms and her snatch was 100 kilograms. The national sports team had already internally selected her, waiting for her to enter the national women's weightlifting team upon graduation. One could imagine how formidable she was. To be honest, with Peng Zhenzhen's talent, she should have been on the provincial team years ago. However, she had her eye on a boy and refused to leave Changling Middle School. That lucky boy was none other than Long Shaojun.
Ever since Peng Zhenzhen set her sights on Long Shaojun, he'd been terrified of her. Wherever Peng Zhenzhen was, he was nowhere to be found.
Peng Zhenzhen sized up Long Shaojun, a bright smile spreading across her face, though it was a chilling smile.
"My dear Junjun, I'm your Zhenzhen. Today's a rare opportunity to confess my love," Peng Zhenzhen's gruff voice rang out, her tone tinged with coquettishness.
"Ugh." Long Shaojun felt a sudden jolt in his stomach; the food he'd eaten at lunch rushed down his throat, and he quickly swallowed it back down.
"Ah, little Junjun, where are you feeling unwell? Zhenzhen will take you to the hospital!" Peng Zhenzhen asked with concern, taking steps towards Long Shaojun.
"Stop!" Seeing Peng Zhenzhen walking towards him, Long Shaojun took two steps back in fright and shouted, "I, I'm fine, I'm just a little excited to see you."
"We're truly kindred spirits! I'm even more excited to see you, my dear Junjun: ever since I met you, I've known there's a disease called lovesickness; ever since I saw you, I understand what it means to be infatuated..."
"Ah!" Long Shaojun screamed, feeling his lunch rushing into his mouth, and he hurriedly swallowed it back.
"Your handsome face is like the radiant sun, your proud temperament is like a towering boulder..."
"Ugh!" Long Shaojun couldn't hold back any longer and vomited violently.
"I know I'm lovesick, but I can't forget you; I know I have delusions, but I still want to have you... Ah, don't climb the wall, there's broken glass up there, you'll get hurt!" Peng Zhenzhen said with concern.
"Which bastard built the wall so high? Doesn't he think about what if someone wants to climb over it!" Long Shaojun cursed.
"This love has been buried for so many years, this affection has been lonely for so many days. Today, I finally mustered up the courage to express my love to you..." Peng Zhenzhen sang with deep emotion.
"Ouch! Which son of a bitch dared to plant glass in the wall? I'll curse his ancestors for eight generations!" Long Shaojun groaned.
"My dearest Junjun, I love you. We'll be together forever, like an old vine entwined with a tree, inseparable; like an old tree with intertwined roots, inseparable; you are the Cowherd, I am the Weaver Girl... Ah, Junjun, how did you manage to climb over there? And you're bleeding so much! Oh dear, I forgot to tell you, that side is a dead end!" Peng Zhenzhen cried out in anguish. Her tall, imposing figure vanished from the alleyway, her footsteps fading into the distance, leaving Gu Ningzhi standing there, bewildered. After a
long while, Gu Ningzhi suddenly burst out laughing, then giggled heartily. Suddenly, she realized something was wrong. Why was she laughing so unladylike in the street? She covered her mouth with her small hand, her eyes darting around in alarm. Only when she saw no one else was she relieved. However, it was still clear from her eyes that she was desperately trying to suppress her laughter.
"Bang!" Long Shaojun tumbled off the wall, groaning on the ground. Peng Zhenzhen was indeed deeply in love with him, and hadn't deceived him at all. Climbing over the wall, he found himself in another dead end, the entrance not far from the first. Hearing Peng Zhenzhen's sweet voice echoing from the alley's exit, Long Shaojun gritted his teeth, displaying his fearless spirit, and challenged himself again, climbing over the wall studded with glass. After a long while, Long Shaojun
finally caught his breath. Looking down, he realized something was wrong; blood was still flowing from his ribs. He quickly tore off a piece of his sleeve to wipe it. Fortunately, he had broken most of the glass while climbing, so his injuries weren't serious; he was just a little exhausted from climbing over two high walls.
"Junjun, Junjun, I love you, like a mouse loves rice..." Peng Zhenzhen's robust yet coquettish voice rang out again.
"Whoosh!" As if he had taken a powerful pill, Long Shaojun felt his whole body surge with strength. He leaped up and fled in the opposite direction from which the sound had come. In that instant, Long Shaojun thought he should participate in the Provincial Games; with his current speed, he could definitely get into the top three.
Finally, Long Shaojun could no longer hear Peng Zhenzhen's sweet voice. Looking around, he realized he had escaped the small town and reached the foot of Yatong Mountain.
Yatong Mountain was the closest mountain to the small town where Long Shaojun lived. It wasn't very high, and every Spring Festival, it was a tourist hotspot, packed with people. Now, however, there was no one there.
Long Shaojun had been running wildly, and now that he had stopped, he felt incredibly exhausted. After thinking for a moment, he walked along a path and came to a grassy hillside, perfect for resting.
Lying on the grass, Long Shaojun sighed inwardly. He had thought a tender, moving, and epic love letter would win the heart of his beloved, but instead, he had attracted a dinosaur-like woman. If he hadn't escaped quickly, he might have been sexually assaulted today, losing his virginity. His luck had truly run out.
Muttering curses, Long Shaojun drifted off to sleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he was awakened by a soft sound. He sat up immediately and looked in the direction of the sound.
Sure enough, another soft sound came from the other side of the hillside .
Long Shaojun was greatly surprised. Looking up at the sky, he saw that it was already night, a full moon hung high in the sky, and the earth was bathed in silver light. Long Shaojun stood up and ran in the direction of the sound.
After crossing the small hill, Long Shaojun almost cried out in surprise, because he saw two people fiercely fighting on the grass below.
There were two middle-aged men. One wore a suit and held a long sword, which conjured circles in front of him, enveloping the other man.
The other man was also middle-aged, rather handsome, wearing a Zhongshan suit. His hands were empty, but he kept extending and retracting them in front of him. With each extension and retraction, one of the circles conjured by his opponent disappeared.
"Is this a movie shoot? It doesn't seem like it. There are only the two of them here, and their martial arts are even more powerful than the masters in the martial arts novels I've read. I don't think I've ever heard of anyone in this world with such powerful martial arts. If there were, that person would already be a household name. I really don't know how they practiced their martial arts. I must ask one of them to be my master later. If I can learn even a move or two, I'll definitely become a star. Then I'll be so glamorous. I won't need to go to university. I can still make a lot of money and give my parents a happy life." Long Shaojun thought happily.
The two men in the arena continued to fight, leaping and darting about, creating a blurry silhouette and occasionally emitting soft whooshing sounds.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man wielding a longsword leaped into the air, gripping the sword with both hands, and roared, "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon!" He became one with his sword, thrusting it towards his opponent, the tip of the sword emitting a foot-long yellow sword light.
The other man, knowing his opponent had used a powerful move, twisted his body, roaring, "Yin and Yang United!" He clasped his hands together, producing a clanging sound, as if they were two metal palms. Then, he flipped them outwards, and two rays of light, one blue and one purple, emanated from his palms, forming a crescent-shaped blade in the air, shimmering with blue and purple hues.
The longsword and the crescent blade met in mid-air, producing a shattering sound like breaking glass. The crescent blade shattered and disappeared, as did the sword light at the tip of the longsword, but the longsword continued its thrust towards the middle-aged man.
"Heh!" The middle-aged man hadn't expected that the crescent blade unleashed by Yin and Yang United could only neutralize the sword light emitted by the middle-aged man. Without time to think, the longsword was already upon him, and he clasped his hands together, trapping the longsword.
The two men, one above and one below, immediately froze, a low rumble echoing in the air.

"Boom!" A burst of white light erupted between the two men. The middle-aged man in mid-air was sent flying backward, covering more than fifty meters before landing back on the ground. He touched the ground, then rose into the air again, disappearing in a few leaps.
The remaining middle-aged man was half-buried in the ground, standing there motionless.
Long Shaojun waited patiently on the hillside, but nearly ten minutes passed, and the man remained motionless.
Long Shaojun's curiosity grew, and he gently called out, "Hey."
The man still didn't move.
Seeing no danger, Long Shaojun slowly walked over, until he was right in front of the man, examining him closely.
The middle-aged man stood there, his face deathly pale, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Long Shaojun whispered, "Hey, are you alright?"
The middle-aged man's eyelids twitched, then he suddenly opened them, a cold light flashing out, piercing Long Shaojun's eyes.
In an instant, Long Shaojun felt the middle-aged man's gaze pierce his heart like a sharp sword. His head jolted, his body felt hot, then cold, followed by a mixture of hot and cold. A mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth, which he quickly swallowed.
After a long while, Long Shaojun felt his body return to normal. He looked at the middle-aged man again and asked, "Hey, are you alright?"
The middle-aged man was expressionless. He pulled his body straight out of the ground and stood in front of Long Shaojun, his hands already on Long Shaojun's shoulders.
Long Shaojun only felt a blur before his eyes, and the middle-aged man was already in front of him. He clearly saw the middle-aged man reach out his hands, but when he tried to dodge, he found himself unable to move. Then he felt a warm current in one shoulder and a cold current in the other. He was terrified and wanted to scream but couldn't.
Gradually, a smile appeared on his pale face.
"Good, good! I never thought Heaven would be so kind to me. To encounter such a gem before I die, I, Chang Yixin, can finally die in peace!" The middle-aged man released his hands from Long Shaojun's shoulders and burst into laughter. Suddenly, he coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his body swayed precariously.
Long Shaojun quickly supported him, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Young man, I'm finished. Now, I ask you, do you want to learn martial arts?"
Long Shaojun had watched many martial arts films and longed for the martial arts skills depicted in movies and television. Seeing that the middle-aged man could rise into the air, he must be one of the reclusive masters described in movies and television. How could Long Shaojun not agree? He nodded quickly and said, "I want to!"
"Good, good!" the middle-aged man said happily. "Good, from now on, you will be my disciple, Chang Yixin's disciple. Come, let's sit down, and I will explain the situation of our school to you."
Long Shaojun helped Chang Yixin to sit down on a rock.
Chang Yixin said, “Disciple, my name is Chang Yixin, and I am the nineteenth generation disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect. The Yin-Yang Sect is not a righteous sect because our martial arts technique is the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill. Just from the name, you think it's an evil martial art, right?” As he said this, he coughed lightly, and blood spurted from his mouth again. Long Shaojun quickly supported him, patting his back to help him catch his breath, saying, “What righteous or evil? It's righteous when used for righteousness, and evil when used for evil.”
“Good, well said. It's rare to have such awareness. I believe that our sect's martial arts will be carried forward in your hands.” Chang Yixin's eyes lit up, and he said happily. Just as he said this, he coughed again, and Long Shaojun quickly patted his back.
After a long while, Chang Yixin stopped coughing and said solemnly to Long Shaojun, "It is truly a blessing from heaven for my Yin-Yang Sect to meet you before I die. Now, while the energy within my body has not completely dissipated, I will expand your meridians. Sit cross-legged."
Long Shaojun asked doubtfully, "Master, you seem fine."
Chang Yixin shook his head and said, "My heart meridian is severed, and there is no way to save me. Sit cross-legged, otherwise, once my heart meridian breaks, all my internal energy will be wasted."
Long Shaojun did as he was told and sat cross-legged in front of Chang Yixin. Chang Yixin placed a palm against Long Shaojun's back, and powerful energy began to penetrate his body.
Gradually, Long Shaojun was enveloped in a red and blue mist, his body making soft crackling sounds.
Half an hour later, the mist dissipated, Long Shaojun withdrew his palm, and his body collapsed to the ground.
Long Shaojun had only felt a warm current enter his body, rushing around inside, concentrating in his chest, and finally disappearing. Then another cold current entered his body, surged through it, and finally disappeared. Upon opening his eyes, he felt as if he had no weight, as if he were about to fly. With a light leap, he was propelled straight up, reaching a height of over ten meters. Startled, he lost his footing and crashed heavily to the ground with a thud, his buttocks landing first, creating a small crater. To his surprise, he felt no pain whatsoever. With a thought, he straightened up. Just as he was feeling
pleased, he suddenly saw Chang Yixin lying on the ground. Startled, he rushed over, helped him up, and cried out in alarm, "Master, what happened to you?"
Chang Yixin slowly opened his eyes, took a small notebook from his pocket, and said, "Disciple, this is for you. I cultivated using the mental techniques in this book." Long
Shaojun knew this was the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art mental technique, and quickly took it, putting it in his pocket.
Chang Yixin continued, “In the supernatural world, there is also the concept of passing on power. However, except for a few special sects, elders cannot pass on all their power to the next generation. Even if they do, most of it will be lost. My sect is one of those special sects. I have already passed on all my internal energy to you, but it will take you several years to integrate my power. However, it is much better than relying on your own cultivation. Once you have absorbed all the power I have passed on, you will reach my level of cultivation. Your future will be limitless. In the future, the Yin-Yang Sect will depend on you to carry it forward. The Yin-Yang Sect is originally an evil sect with no rules. Everything can be done as one pleases. Moreover, the best way to cultivate the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art is to have intercourse with a woman, especially a virgin woman who possesses martial arts skills. Having intercourse with her will greatly help you.” As he spoke, his expression began to change. Wrinkles appeared on his face, and his black hair began to turn white. He transformed from a middle-aged man into an old man.
Long Shaojun exclaimed in shock, "Master!"
Chang Yixin shook his head and said, "Disciple, don't panic. I am already over sixty years old. I am old, but I look young because of my profound internal strength. Now that my internal strength is gone, I will naturally return to my original state." As he spoke, he coughed twice and continued, "Disciple, now only I am left in our Yin-Yang Sect. Now, as I am about to die, only you will be left. Remember, our Yin-Yang Sect is a thorn in the side of the righteous people. The Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill was originally a superior mental technique. When engaging in intercourse with a woman, it should be mutually beneficial. However, in the previous generations of disciples, it became a practice of 'absorbing yin to supplement yang,' harming others for personal gain. In the end, it aroused public indignation in the martial arts world, and the entire Yin-Yang Sect was wiped out by the righteous people. I was not originally a member of the Yin-Yang Sect. I only found this Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill manual in a mountain cave. After mastering it, I considered myself a member of the Yin-Yang Sect. It is fine if you do not join the Yin-Yang Sect, but I hope you will not use this skill to do things that harm others for personal gain. Otherwise, you will be hunted down by all the righteous people in the martial arts world."

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