[Purple Feather Cottage] [Author: bigcock] [The End]

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Is the end of the world far? Not far.

Where is the end of the world? Beyond 　　the Great Wall.

In March beyond the Great Wall, there are no flowers, only cold wind, a biting cold wind. In the wilderness, by the ancient road, a 　　lonely thatched hut stands, a flag sticking askew on the corner of the roof, embroidered with four large, slender characters in a thin, golden script: Qingfeng Soy Milk. Two lines of footprints are imprinted on the thin layer of remaining snow, stretching from the end of the setting sun all the way to the door of the thatched hut, as even and neat as if measured by a ruler. A 　　young man in white, pale face, pale hands, with long fingers. 　　He pushes open the shop door; the shop is empty, the large shop has only one table, no waiter, no owner in sight. 　　A beautiful woman sits languidly at the table, wrapped only in a thin veil. Although her face is not yet visible, her back view already exudes graceful charm, and the young man's heart skips a beat. 　　The woman didn't turn around, shaking the draft beer in her left hand, making a crackling sound as ice shards hit the glass, while her right hand turned a page of a magazine on the table. 　　The boy clenched his fist, took a deep breath, walked to the table, and sat down opposite the woman. 　　"Is that *Popular Television* you're reading, little sister?" 　　"Yes." 　　The woman didn't look up, her voice soft and languid, yet undeniably alluring. 　　"Is it the July 1980 issue of *Popular Television*?" 　　"No, it's the July 2008 issue." " 　　Is Fu Yiwei on the cover?" " 　　No, Fan Bingbing." 　　The woman seemed unwilling to waste a single word. 　　"You've come?" 　　"Yes, I've come." 　　"You shouldn't have come!" 　　"But I'm already here!" 　　The woman grabbed the draft beer, tilted her head back, and gulped down most of it. 　　Her long, snow-white neck, coupled with a large expanse of bare, snow-white breasts, made the boy's eyes glaze over for a moment. He steadied himself and sighed softly. 　　"You absolutely must fight?" 　　"Absolutely must fight!" 　　"Are you confident of victory?" 　　"No." 　　"Your sigh just now was out of pity for me." 　　"I... I was lamenting for myself." 　　The young man met the woman's burning gaze and quickly lowered his head, avoiding her fiery eyes. 　　The woman had a face like an angel, though her eyes were slightly dark-rimmed, and her gaze, though slightly unfocused, was still captivating. 　　"If you're not confident, why take the risk?" 　　"If I don't go to hell, who will?" 　　"Why can't we have a peaceful spar? Why must we fight to the death? You self-proclaimed heroes, why won't you let a weak woman go?" 　　Tears welled up in the woman's eyes. 　　The young man's heart softened, but remembering his bold words before leaving, he clenched his fists, his heart hardening. 　　"Exterminate the demon completely! If we don't defeat you, more young men with red lips will be forced to commit rape and be reduced to ashes." "Brother Ziyu, you're wronging your sister. When have I ever seduced a man? It's those young men who can't control themselves and insist on chasing after me and fantasizing. How can you blame your sister?" The woman got up, swaying as she walked over, and sat on the young man's lap. 　　With her alluring body in his arms, the young man almost lost his composure: Did he really have to wipe her out completely? Why did he have to defeat her? Wouldn't it be better to conquer her? 　　"Sister Ling'er, your alluring gaze and captivating manner bewitch all beings. Which man in the world can resist your temptation? Even I can't control myself, let alone those naive young men." 　　"Brother Ziyu is a great hero. How could your sister seduce you? It's you who made your sister fall in love at first sight. Feel how fast your sister's heart beats for your brother." 　　Ling'er took one of the young man's hands and placed it on her breast. 　　The remarkable elasticity caused a shift in the young man's body: if he could possess this body, even just once, it would be enough to make his life worthwhile. Must such a beautiful body be destroyed by his own hands? 　　"Sister knows that your brother, Wu Erlang, is a great hero in your hearts. But sister wants to know, is Wu Erlang truly unmoved by the allure of his beautiful sister-in-law?" The young man knew that, according to ancient legends, Wu Erlang wasn't entirely unmoved, but rather bound by his reputation as a great hero. Even so, when he resolved to kill Pan Jinlian, upon seeing his beautiful sister-in-law dressed in mourning clothes, her face streaked with tears, the great hero Wu Erlang's knife fell to the ground, unable to bring himself to kill her, thus giving rise to the story in *Jin Ping Mei*. 　　The young man glanced at the charming Ling'er, and his heart softened again. 　　The door creaked open, letting in a gust of cold wind. The boy shivered and looked out the window. The setting sun, blood-red, was slowly sinking into the distance, the western sky a deep crimson, like blooming peach blossoms, even the distant dark clouds gilded with gold. 　　Such beauty, but how long could it last? The most beautiful drama in the world is tragedy, and tragedy is tearing the most beautiful things apart. If I don't go to hell, who will? I must harden my heart and become the evil hand that tears beauty apart. 　　They remained silent, the momentary stillness only fueling their restless hearts. If they couldn't change the beginning, how could they change the ending? 　　Ling'er puffed out her proud chest, and the boy's pale hand heard the pounding of his heart. 　　"We must fight, unless..." 　　"Unless what?" Ling'er's eyes were full of expectation. "I never wanted to be enemies with Brother Ziyu. Why must we fight to the death?" 　　"Unless you put away your demonic nature, purify your heart and desires, observe a vegetarian diet and recite scriptures, abandon the demonic path and follow the righteous path." "Haha! How is my path the demonic path? Purify your heart and desires, observe a vegetarian diet and recite scriptures? Do you want me to become a nun who is neither alive nor dead? So-called enlightenment is illusion; so-called Buddhahood is abandoning the desires in your heart and becoming a statue without a soul. I want to be a real person. Why should I hide my inner desires while living? Look at the beautiful sunset, how can I be unmoved and pretend to be detached from worldly desires? I give my body as a sacrifice, which is the proof of the Heavenly Way!" "Flowers bloom and fade easily, beauty is fleeting, only without desire and form is there eternity. You are stubborn and will inevitably meet a tragic end." 　　"I have been to this world, I have fought, I have loved deeply, and I do not care about the ending. If the heavens oppress me, I will cleave them open; if the earth binds me, I will shatter it. We are born free, who dares to be high above us?" "It seems there is no way to change this." 　　"Alas..." Ling'er sighed. " 　　Why do you sigh again 　　, sister?" "I pity you, brother, for the hard-won cultivation you have achieved. Why wade into this mess? Is the empty title of a great hero so tempting?" 　　"It seems you are confident of victory, sister?" " 　　I dare not boast of victory, but brother Ziyu cannot defeat me, even though you have mastered the ninth level of the Marrow Absorption Technique. There was once a Shaolin monk who practiced the Marrow Absorption Technique since childhood and came to challenge you. Now he has become Master Ku Rong, nine times withered and one times flourishing." 　　Ziyu had also heard of Master Ku Rong's reputation. It was said that he was like a mummy, except that his eyes could move slowly and his lips could move slightly. There was an IT company that was an expert in lip reading. They developed a system for him that synthesized a voice based on lip shape. His words were surprisingly profound and insightful, and he was deeply versed in Buddhist principles. As a result, the number of believers grew daily.

"If it weren't for my sister's compassion for his arduous cultivation, she would have immediately helped him attain Buddhahood." Ling'er's lips parted slightly, yet they were filled with murderous intent. She grabbed a beer and took a large gulp.

Her fair neck and trembling breasts were visible. Zi Yu's throat went dry again.

"Is it Harbin Beer?"

"Exactly. All those boasts from back then."

"I know the Marrow-Sucking Technique can't beat the Essence-Sucking Technique, but I dare to challenge you one-on-one, I have my reasons." "Brother thinks that having mastered the ninth level of the Ruyi Heavenly Secret Staff, you can defeat your sister? Do you know that your sister has already mastered the Northern Darkness Divine Art?"

"The ninth level of the Ruyi Heavenly Secret Staff naturally can't break the ninth level of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, but what if you add the ninth level of the Nine Yang True Essence?"

"Brother has already mastered the ninth level of the Nine Yang True Essence so quickly? You really have your reasons for coming. But since brother's skill has improved so much, your sister doesn't dare to slack off. Your sister has also mastered the ninth level of the Nine Yin True Essence. Yin essence and Yang essence, if brother can let go of his obsessions, and achieve harmony between yin and yang with your sister, like a harmonious zither, together building a harmonious society, envied only by the lovebirds, not by the immortals, wouldn't that be the most beautiful thing in the world?"

"Fate cannot be defied."

"A battle is inevitable?"

"A battle is inevitable!"

"A battle is truly inevitable?"

"A battle is truly inevitable!"

"Brother and sister are evenly matched, a true contest. A battle would only result in mutual destruction. Brother, are you truly unwavering in your resolve?"

"Although we are evenly matched, I have a 60% chance of winning."

Ling'er shifted her body, her slender hand slipping inside Zi Yu's collar, pinching his nipple. She murmured, "I'm afraid you have no chance at all. It's not that you lack skill, but this part—your heart is too soft; you can't bring yourself to cruelly destroy her."

"A soft heart is fine, as long as one part is firm."

...

The epic battle between Zi Yu and Ling'er lasted three days and three nights. Every room in the thatched hut—the bed, the table, the floor, the sofa, the chairs, even the toilet—beared the marks of the fight. Even the outside wasn't spared.

After this battle, no one in the martial world ever saw Zi Yu again, but many legends about him still circulate.

Some say Zi Yu was utterly defeated in that battle.

Some say Zi Yu almost won, unleashing his Nine Yang True Essence at the last moment, nearly causing Ling'er to collapse. However, seeing Ling'er's tearful, sorrowful eyes, Zi Yu felt pity and turned the tables, defeating her.

Others say Zi Yu was originally the junior brother of Zi Yang Zhenren, sent by his senior brother to guide Ling'er, and ultimately ascended to immortality.

After this battle, Ling'er changed drastically. She changed the name of "Qingfeng Soy Milk" to "Zi Yu Thatched Cottage." Although reluctant to relinquish her reputation as a seductive fox spirit, she took up a life of healing, specializing in emotional analysis, teaching couples' techniques, and curing impotence, premature ejaculation, and frigidity.

Legend has it that the refrigerator in the cottage contains a large Coke bottle filled with soy milk labeled "Zi Yu Soy Milk."

Some say the mannequin at Zi Yu Thatched Cottage was a life-size replica of Zi Yu.

But according to the village girls of Saturn Village, the mannequin is the real Zi Yu. Otherwise, no matter how advanced the technology, silicone couldn't create such gentle, watery eyes, let alone that flexible, elastic thing. According to the village girls, no matter how loose or tight your vagina is, that thing always fits perfectly, like it was tailor-made, fitting seamlessly, filling you up without being uncomfortable, and even giving you a fleshy feeling. If it weren't always cool, you'd really doubt it was a real thing, and it even has the effect of relieving troubles.

The legend continues, and more legends will emerge…

[The End]

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