The Shang Family: A Chronicle of Jin Yong's Characters - A Withered Tree Reborn

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The Shang Clan's Rejuvenation

The rain poured down relentlessly, large raindrops pelting the tiles of the Shang Clan's fortress.
In the pitch-black night, under the flickering oil lamps, an old woman and a young man were practicing swordsmanship. The young man, in his early twenties, was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, his
handsome face covered in sweat. The older woman, a white-haired old woman in her fifties, wore a blue cotton-padded jacket and a black
skirt. Her back was slightly hunched, her temples completely white, but the hair on top of her head was jet black. Her voice was hoarse and quite unpleasant. The young
man gritted his teeth and, under his mother's disapproving gaze, lunged forward with his left sword and right palm. The two swords clashed repeatedly, and in a fit of anger,
the young man unleashed more than a dozen strikes, all of which were easily parried by the old woman without batting an eye. The young man's breathing
gradually became erratic, and in the heat of the battle, the old woman seized an opening. With a move called "Child Worshipping Buddha," the young man's golden sword clattered to
the ground.

Old Mrs. Shang said with a stern face, "Your breathing is always uneven, and your progress is so slow. When will you ever be able
to avenge your father?"

The young man was Shang Baozhen, the young master of Shangjia Fort, and the old woman was
the widow of Shang Jianming, the once-famous Bagua Saber Master. Seeing that her son remained silent, Old Mrs. Shang stared at him intently for a while before asking in a calm tone, "I've noticed you're
always staring at that old镖头 Ma's daughter. Could it be that you have an affair? Look at your kung fu; the more you practice
, the worse it gets. With such laziness, when will you ever be able to avenge your father?"

Shang Baozhen said, "Mother, I know I was wrong, but the moment I see Ma Chunhua, I... especially when she
smiles, my soul flies away..." Old Mrs. Shang threw her golden knife to the ground and angrily said, "Stop talking!
The martial arts of those two Miao and Hu thieves are worlds apart from yours right now, but as long as you practice diligently, with each passing day your martial arts improve, while
those two thieves age a bit, one day you will tear them to pieces with your Bagua Blade!" Shang Baozhen
had heard these words thousands of times since he was a child, and as a child he believed them wholeheartedly, thinking that if he practiced every day, he
would one day be able to kill his enemies and become famous throughout the martial arts world—how wonderful that would be! As he grew older and gained more experience, he
realized that his mother's wishful thinking was completely unfounded. Even with thirty years of internal energy cultivation and his swordsmanship
reaching its peak, his father's Bagua Saber was no match for Miao Renfeng's Hu Yidao; he would only be throwing his life away. However, his mother was
consumed by hatred, and he could only follow her wishes and talk about revenge every day.

Old Mrs. Shang saw through her son's insincerity and her tone softened considerably: "Zhen'er, perhaps I'm wrong.
I've forced you to practice martial arts every day to avenge our family, which has made you completely ignorant of the outside world. That Ma Chunhua is just an ordinary-looking
woman, yet she's captivated you. But I must tell you, before we avenge our family, I forbid you from marrying, and even more
so, I forbid you from having any connection with any woman! Don't blame me, you must know that those two enemies are not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also have
many friends in the martial arts world. If there's an outsider in the family, it's hard to guarantee that our revenge plan won't be leaked. I'm old, so
it doesn't matter, but you, so young, might end up with your head severed before you can even leave an heir for the Shang family.
My son, you must understand this!" Shang Baozhen thought to himself, "From childhood to adulthood, it's all been martial arts training, I'm not allowed to go out
and play, not allowed to make friends, not allowed to travel far. Now I... " "You're all grown up, yet you're not even allowed to associate with women.
What's the point of living like this?" Old Mrs. Shang saw the dissatisfaction and resentment in her son's eyes and suppressed her temper, saying, "Alright,
alright, go take a bath first, and come to my room in half an hour to practice your internal energy."

Mrs. Shang lay in the warm water, still troubled by her son's situation: "Foolish son,
all women in the world are the same. Whether beautiful or ugly, they're all the same except for their physical appearance. What's so good about women? The saying goes, 'Heroes
are short-sighted, but love is long.' Women only prevent you from being a hero and waste your life force!"
Suddenly, Old Mrs. Shang remembered something, which made her even more distressed: these days, whenever she went to his room, she could smell an indescribable
masculine scent. Having been widowed for a long time, Old Mrs. Shang had long forgotten about matters of the heart, but now she wondered
where that smell in her son's room came from.

"What should we do? This fool is so obsessed with women. Even if he practices for eighty years, he still won't be a match for those two thieves.
We have to think of a way." While pondering this, Old Mrs. Shang haphazardly wiped her chest with a bath towel, occasionally uttering
words that no one but herself could understand. "I have them too!" "Wouldn't that make us like beasts? Absolutely
not!" "Jianming, you'll understand my painstaking efforts in heaven!"

...

"Mother!" Shang Baozhen, wearing a long robe, entered and bowed.

"Why are you being so fussy? Take off your outer clothes and come practice!" Old Mrs. Shang's face remained icy
.

Shang Baozhen removed his long robe and trousers, sat cross-legged opposite his mother, and suddenly felt something was off:
his mother seemed to be wearing perfume, her body smelled very pleasant, and it seemed she wasn't binding her chest;
he could vaguely see two nipples.

"Zhen'er, starting today I'll teach you the eighth level of the Shang family's internal energy cultivation method. Turn around." After her son
sat up, Old Madam Shang quietly loosened the tightly wrapped belt around her waist, then focused her energy in her dantian, slowly
placing her palms on her son's back. Shang Baozhen felt waves of heat slowly entering his body.

"Remember, at this moment, your mind must be clear and empty, otherwise you'll suffer a qi deviation and become paralyzed!" Upon hearing this, Shang Baozhen quickly
banished his mother's image from his mind and circulated his energy according to the method he had memorized since childhood. Half an incense stick later, he suddenly heard his mother
cry out from behind, and the heat on his back immediately disappeared. "Mother, what's wrong?" As he spoke, Shang Baozhen turned
his head, thinking to himself, "Has Mother gone mad?" He hurriedly checked his mother's breath and shook
her arm a few times. "Mother, Mother, what's wrong?" Her breath was still warm, but with each pull, his mother
's jacket miraculously slid open to the sides, revealing a patch of white flesh. Upon seeing this, Shang Baozhen's penis immediately hardened like
an iron rod. Aside from the erotic pictures he had secretly bought, this was the first time he had ever seen a woman's breasts. But after a brief moment of arousal,
his mother's twenty years of accumulated power caused his penis to shrink back to its original state. His hands trembled as he quickly closed the jacket, covering the white flesh.

At first, Old Mrs. Shang was a little frightened by her son's heavy, labored breathing. Now, seeing him pull her clothes back up , she
felt a surge of exasperation: "If this doesn't work out, he'll find another woman sooner or later. If this foolish boy lets something terrible slip, the entire
Shang family will be wiped out!" Hearing her son slowly walk away, Old Mrs. Shang opened her eyes a crack:
she saw him take a step, then look back, constantly swallowing. Old Mrs. Shang sighed inwardly: This son is unlikely to amount to anything.
"Well,

it's all up to us!" Seeing her son about to leave, Old Mrs. Shang 'slowly' woke up: "Ah! It
hurts so much!" Shang Baozhen quickly put on a filial face and ran back: "Mother, are you possessed? I
saw hot breath on your nose, so I was about to go find a doctor!" Old Mrs. Shang breathed weakly:
"It's...no problem, it's...no problem. Zhen'er, sit next to me. Senior Shang has also fainted like this while practicing
. Just do as I say, and I'll be fine in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Place one palm on my chest and the other on my navel,
draw 105 circles to the left, then 105 circles to the right. This will dissipate the stagnant energy." She then unbuttoned
her jacket and took off her white training pants. Shang Baozhen couldn't help but swallow hard. Although Old Lady Shang was in her fifties
, with white hair around her head, her chest and belly were still relatively smooth due to years of martial arts practice. Her breasts, not
large, were drooping slightly, and the sight of her reddish-black nipples ignited Shang Baozhen's lust. Below, she wore a pair
of underpants that reached just above her knees; a small dark patch was visible through the slightly concave area of the pure white fabric, below which were
her pale legs.

"What are you standing there for? I'm your mother, what's so difficult about that!" Old Lady Shang's tone had become normal. Shang Baozhen,
oblivious, murmured, "Oh, I understand." As her hand moved down to her navel, Old Lady Shang
's underpants temporarily slipped off her body. Shang Baozhen's sharp eyes caught sight of a tuft of black hair, and his manhood, uncontrollably, hardened again
. Old Lady Shang hadn't been with a man for many years. Although this was her son, and someone she had
conspired to do for a greater cause, a primal turmoil still stirred within her. The "treatment" began, and neither mother nor son spoke
. Shang Baozhen's hand kept unconsciously touching his mother's nipple. He could feel
his mother's body trembling slightly when he touched it a few times. His hand below was even more aroused; each time, he wanted to run his hand along her underwear and play with her pubic hair
.

Old Mrs. Shang knew her son was lustful but had always been afraid of her. He wouldn't dare act without her permission, but these words
were difficult to say. After much thought, she sighed and said, "Zhen'er, I know what you're thinking! Actually,
all women in this world are the same—old or young, beautiful or ugly—they're all the same in the dark! It's not that I'm heartless and don't want you
to associate with women, it's just that those two enemies are too powerful; the slightest mistake could lead to the extermination of your entire family! You're still young, and
the world of martial arts is treacherous; I'm truly worried. These matters between men and women are actually not very enjoyable (this was her
experience with Shang Jianming), it's just a means for people to continue their lineage. Look at your father and me, back then we
spent our days roaming the martial world, seeking masters and friends across mountains and rivers to hone our skills. In our leisure time, we diligently practiced our internal and external martial arts." "Husband. Since you were born,
my husband and I have barely made love once a year. These are things
I shouldn't speak of in front of my son, but seeing you so engrossed in lust, I'm speaking of this at the risk of disrespect. I don't think your father will blame me.
I think matters between men and women are less interesting than practicing martial arts. Today, I risk being struck by lightning to give
you my body, hoping my son can understand my intentions."

After saying this, Old Lady Shang stripped herself naked to her son's astonishment. Thinking he was
completely clueless, she didn't forget to teach him, using her hands to part her labia in the pubic hair: "Foolish boy, look at
that little opening in the middle. I'm old, it's dry inside. Put some saliva on the head of your penis and gently
insert it." Having heard this, Shang Baozhen overcame his timidity and prepared to put his "life's learning" to good use . Although he had never been intimate with a woman, he had seen countless erotic pictures
from Sun San, a traveling peddler , and was intimately familiar with the various ways men and women played depicted in those lifelike paintings. 　　Old Mrs. Shang pushed her son's mouth away, saying, "What are you doing? Didn't I teach you? Just put it in that hole!" Like her husband, Mrs. Shang was obsessed with martial arts and knew nothing of the intimate acts of men and women touching breasts and genitals. She simply believed that the act between husband and wife involved the man inserting his penis into the woman's vagina, forcing her eyes shut, and waiting for ejaculation to occur. "Mother, there are many fun ways for men and women to do things. Just listen to your son. Mother, stick out your tongue and let me suck it!" Upon hearing this, Old Madam Shang felt a sharp pain in her stomach. A nameless rage rose within her, and with a slap , her foolish son received a five-finger strike on the face. "Tell me, where did you learn these lewd tricks? No wonder your martial arts have regressed instead of improved..." Shang Baozhen stamped his foot in grievance, "Mother, this is what you asked me to do. If you're going to do it, then do it! Forget it, I'll go talk to Miss Chunhua!" Old Madam Shang panicked upon hearing this. Her son, burning with lust, was now going to see Ma Chunhua. If that Miss Ma didn't respect herself, who knew what kind of improper things she might do? What if she got pregnant? Although the nickname "Hundred-Victory Divine Fist" was boastful, Ma Xingkong was still a well-known figure in the martial arts world. Could she really back out of this marriage? Shang Shi hurriedly called out, "Foolish boy, come back here!" Seeing her son had locked the door again, Shang Shi closed her eyes and thought, "Sigh, things have come to this, let him do as he pleases this once. After he's had his fill, he'll know that matters between men and women are nothing more than this, utterly devoid of pleasure!" 　　Seeing his mother's agreement, Shang Baozhen quickly stripped naked again and climbed onto the bed, his erect penis still standing. The foolish boy pecked at her face like a chicken pecking at rice, and Shang Shi numbly endured it until her earlobe was sucked, at which point she let out a sound. That sound was far less frightening than usual, even trembling slightly: "Foolish boy, stop teasing me, my heart is a little fluttering." Shang Baozhen chuckled, pinching one of his mother's nipples between two fingers of his right hand, slowly rubbing and kneading it while his tongue forced open her teeth. Shang Shi didn't understand the secrets of lovemaking, and simply let her son stir things around in her mouth. 　　"Mother, stick out your tongue," Shang Shi said blankly, sticking out most of a reddish-white piece of soft flesh. Shang Baozhen quickly grabbed it and began sucking eagerly. Shang Baozhen had only tried it out based on erotic books and pictures , and even before touching the vulva , he was already experiencing great pleasure in the act between men and women. He never imagined that the saliva of his mother, whom he had always been accustomed to being timid and rarely gentle with, would be so sweet. The taste was cool and slightly sweet, and the thought that it was the saliva of the mother who gave birth to him made it even more fragrant. Shang Shi didn't understand what pleasure her son was getting from doing this foolish thing. She had known since childhood that human saliva was smelly. Had her foolish son gone mad? He 　　was enjoying sucking on smelly saliva so much! It was just that her nipples, which had been played with by her foolish son for decades, were now neglected.

Her lower body felt strange. She only remembered that when Shang Jianming had sex with her before, he never even took off his upper garment. Her
underpants were only pulled down to her knees before he would climb on top of her and hastily insert himself. Usually, after about a hundred rounds
, he would ejaculate. Then the couple would have a maid fetch water to wash themselves and rest. She didn't know that although Shang Jianming was physically strong
, he was almost completely ignorant about matters of the heart and was naturally poor at sex. His penis
would ejaculate very quickly upon touching her vulva. There were those foreign monks selling medicine in the capital, but the couple didn't like it, so they just made do.
Therefore, every time they had sex, Shang Jianming would finish as soon as she felt a little pleasure in her lower body
.

"Foolish child, stop kissing me! Stop kissing me! It's making me so uncomfortable!!" Madam Shang trembled again. Shang Jianming glanced
at his mother, then used his lips, tongue, and teeth to caress her left nipple for a while. The nipple
slowly grew larger and harder. As his mother's nipple hardened, his manhood grew even harder. Shang Jianming
grasped each of his mother's small, white breasts with both hands, his tongue circling around her nipples, occasionally giving
them a gentle bite.

Madam Shang, having lived for fifty-three years, was experiencing for the first time the desire for a man's penis to penetrate her. She bit her lip tightly,
her hands clenched into fists, trying to suppress the burning desire within her. Finally, Madam Shang could no longer bear it. She
pushed her son's head with her hand, but didn't actually use any force: "Silly boy, hurry up and put it in! Don't torture your mother like this
! That's where your mother urinates, it's filthy! How can you lick it?"

Shang Baozhen's tongue, having entered the place this man admired most, was unwilling to leave. His lips lingered on his mother's wet
lips for a while, his tongue sweeping over the tender, red flesh inside, stirring the warm, sweet fluid, playing with
great pleasure.

"Mother, your little penis is so interesting, it's gotten big for no reason." Ignoring
the fluids covering his mother's mouth and face, Shang Baozhen foolishly pointed at her clitoris a few times with his finger. Madam Shang didn't know what that thing in her lower body
was; she only felt her heart skip a beat every time her son pointed at it.

"Foolish boy, good Zhen'er, I beg you, stop teasing me, just let it in quickly and that'll be enough!" Madam Shang
was too ashamed to look at her son, though he had no idea how burning she was.

Shang Baozhen shook his head and said, "Mother, no rush. In the paintings, the man kisses the woman all over first,
then the woman sucks on the man's penis for a while before they consummate the marriage. We mustn't disrupt the order and rush things." As he spoke, he
thrust his red, erect, hard member in front of his mother's face.

Smelling the fishy, pungent odor emanating from the tip of the penis, Madam Shang turned her head, her face flushed (at this point, Madam Shang was already aroused and only wanted to continue the intercourse
; she wouldn't get angry and stop). She said, "A man's urination is so filthy! Foolish boy, hurry up and put it
down under your mother, that's the right thing to do. Stop this nonsense!" Shang Baozhen just wouldn't listen: "Mother, the books say that when men and women love each other
, they are affectionate and willing, and every place they touch smells sweet. You and I not only spend every day together, but we are also mother and son of one heart
. I feel so happy eating your saliva and licking your urinary tract! Mother, you should suck it. The books say that
if a boy sucks on a woman's penis when he first mates with her, it will guarantee that his first child will be a boy!" The last sentence was purely made up by him
, but Madam Shang was burning with desire for the penis to stop its itch, and besides, she had never seen or read any erotic books or pictures,
so she couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood.

She sighed inwardly, thinking: "Fine, fine, I came up with this myself. When I'm itching all over and have nowhere to scratch, can I
really chase him away? I'll just let that fool humiliate me for the sake of the family line!" She had made up her mind, but
seeing the sticky juice oozing from the center of that bright red penis, and smelling its pungent odor, Shang Shi still
couldn't bring herself to do it. She turned her head away, her heart pounding wildly as she thought: "That penis that was smaller than my little finger when I was little
has grown so magnificent! How can my tiny hole possibly fit in?"

Shang Baozhen, already impatient, said, "Mother, what's so difficult about this? Just open your mouth, take it in, and pull it back and forth
. That's what it says in pictures and books." Madam Shang gritted her teeth in anger. She only thought it was dirty, but the foolish child thought
she didn't understand. In a fit of pique, she opened her mouth and filled it completely. As soon as it entered her mouth, Madam Shang thought to herself: I
was careless. I didn't expect this thing to be so thick. With it so full, not only could she not speak

, but even breathing was difficult. Seeing his mother eating his urethra and sulcus, Shang Baozhen was overjoyed . Without thinking,
he thrust forward, the hard part of his urethra hitting his mother's throat directly. Madam Shang instinctively kicked him
, sending Shang Baozhen sprawling. "You fool, don't you care about your mother's life or death?" Old Mrs. Shang
still felt nauseous, scolding as she pulled her son up. "Hey, how come this thing has shrunk so much after the fall? How
interesting!"

Shang Bao gasped, rubbing the back of his head, and said, "My head is almost broken, and you say it's interesting? This thing
has been with me since it was little, and it obeys me very well. I can make it small when I want it to be small, and big when I want it to be big. If you don't believe me, put it
in your mouth and suck it a few times, and it will naturally be the same size as before!"

Any married woman would know this is a natural thing to say, and the claim that it obeys him is
pure nonsense. But Old Mrs. Shang was stubborn by nature and knew nothing about matters of men and women. Besides, since they had to go through this before they could have
sex, at least sucking on it now while it was small wouldn't make it feel bloated or pushed up. This time, Shang Shi opened her mouth and immediately enveloped
the base of her son's penis. She was unsure what to do next. Shang Baozhen shook his head, then boldly pressed
his mother's head down and began pulling it back and forth between his legs. Soon, the old lady was in pain again; his penis had only
been inside her a dozen or so times before it became thick, long, and hard again. Shang Baozhen watched his usually fierce mother
with his penis in her mouth. Putting aside the pleasure in his lower body, he also felt a sense of satisfaction, as if he had finally vented his anger.

The saliva in Old Mrs. Shang's mouth kept dripping down her son's mouth, and she was so ashamed that she refused to eat anymore
. She lay down on the kang and spread her vulva, saying, "Put it in slowly. Your thing was so small when you were little,
how come it's so scary now?" Shang Baozhen, with his penis erect, slowly pushed it into his mother's red vulva. When it
reached the crevice, Mrs. Shang frowned and pushed her son's arm, saying, "Slow, slow, slow! It's so thick, you stupid boy,
slow down, my hole is so swollen!" Shang Baozhen said with a happy face, "Interesting, interesting, Mother's vaginal flesh
feels so good!" Ignoring his mother's pushes and pleas for him to slow down, he pressed down on his mother and thrust straight up and down.
He thrust wildly. Shang Shi was naturally cold and aloof, her vagina narrow and short, with little lubrication.
How could she withstand her son's rough and reckless thrusting? She uttered crazed words completely different from her usual cold tones: "Ah!
Ah! Stupid son, slow down! Mother's vagina is too small to take it! Ah! Ah! Ouch! Such wicked words, be gentle, ancestor…!"

Shang Baozhen was highly aroused, thinking to himself: Mother's vagina seems to have been born for me; its size perfectly encloses my
penis! If I had known that sex was so pleasurable, I wouldn't have bothered learning those damn martial arts every day!

After enduring the first thirty or forty thrusts, Shang Shi gradually began to enjoy it. After all, she wasn't a virgin but a
woman who had given birth. Her son's penis was several inches longer and thicker than her deceased husband's, and it was also three times harder.
The pleasure of this thick thing rubbing against her wet and itchy vagina was indescribable; she just felt
pleasure from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

While Shang Baozhen was vigorously pounding into his mother's tight vagina, he also covered his mother's small mouth.
Shang Shi obediently intertwined her tongue with the other tongue in her mouth. After the two tongues were inseparable and fought a few
times, Shang Baozhen began to suck on his mother's tongue. Seeing his mother's flushed face, tongue lolling out
, the virgin Shang Baozhen couldn't resist letting out a loud cry and thrusting forward. The impact
caused a dull ache in Shang's uterus, yet simultaneously, an intense pleasure filled her vagina. Ignoring everything else, she
tightly embraced her son's back. At that moment, one, two, three streams of hot semen gushed into
the depths of her vagina. Shang's legs clenched tightly, trembling, and for the first time in her life, she ejaculated: "Foolish boy! You've killed
your mother!"

[The End]

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