Laughing at the Wind and the Rivers, Chapters 1-151

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. Chapter 016 Teasing Yilin (2)

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on this mountain forest, Yilin woke up from her deep sleep. With the light from outside the cave, her face turned red. She didn't know when, but she was quietly curled up in front of her senior brother Zhang like a kitten. She quickly sat up, put her hands together, and recited a few Buddhist chants in a low voice. Her bright eyes couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yonglin. He was handsome, with a face as if carved by a knife, and his features were distinct. In the light of the morning sun, he looked exceptionally handsome.

She stared at Zhang Yonglin, her face sometimes happy and sometimes worried. In the end, she couldn't help but shake her head slightly. After a while, she finally got rid of her wild thoughts, but her heart pounded and she quickly lowered her head. It turned out that Zhang Yonglin had woken up sometime earlier, and was smiling as he looked at her.

Zhang Yonglin found it amusing, but said aloud, "Junior Sister, it's already dawn. Let's go out."

Yilin's cheeks flushed, and she said softly, "Senior Brother, is your injury any better?"

"Of course, it's almost healed. If it weren't, wouldn't that greatly damage your sect's reputation, and I'd be letting you down?" Zhang Yonglin said seriously.

Yi Lin asked curiously, "Why?"

"The Hengshan Sect's healing medicine has been applied externally and taken internally. If it still doesn't heal, wouldn't I be terribly sorry?"

Seeing Zhang Yonglin still laughing and joking, Yi Lin felt relieved and said, "Let me take another look at your wound."

Zhang Yonglin said, "Look, the wound doesn't hurt much anymore, just a little numb and itchy."

Yi Lin happily said, "It's healed, it's healed. The itching means the wound has healed. Let me apply some more ointment." Saying this, she untied the bandage and applied some new medicine to the wound. She also gently massaged the area around the wound.

Seeing Yi Lin's joy, Zhang Yonglin was quite grateful. At this moment, Yi Lin's face was slightly flushed, like a newly blooming water lily, her beauty beyond words. Yi Lin's warm, jade-like hands massaged his lower abdomen, causing a surge of desire within him. His penis involuntarily hardened, becoming erect like an iron rod, straining against his pants and creating a tent-like opening.

Yi Lin, who was constantly watching Zhang Yonglin, exclaimed, "Senior brother, is something in your pants? Why is it sticking up?"

Zhang Yonglin was greatly embarrassed and stammered, "That's... my... my little stick. It accidentally stuck up. You don't need to worry about it."

Yi Lin smiled faintly and said, "Let me move it for you." She reached out and grasped the stick, intending to set it aside, but the iron rod was scalding hot, and it felt somewhat soft to the touch. Zhang Yonglin couldn't help but groan. Yi Lin froze, suddenly remembering her older senior sister's words about the differences between men and women. Her face flushed crimson, her head drooped, and she quickly released her grip, her hands trembling. She didn't know what to do.

What a lovely little girl. Zhang Yonglin swallowed hard and said, "The medicine has been applied. Let's drink some water here, and then continue our journey."

Yilin nodded repeatedly like a frightened little rabbit, but dared not utter a word. Zhang Yonglin was delighted. After the two left the stone cave, Zhang Yonglin deliberately told some interesting stories about the Hengshan Sect, or a few jokes, which quickly made Yilin forget her earlier embarrassment, and she chuckled.

In Baiyun Nunnery, Yilin's master was stern and the rules were strict. All her fellow disciples were cold and aloof. Although everyone cared for and looked after each other, very few people told jokes, and joking around was extremely rare. Her entire childhood had been spent in quiet solitude, except for meditation, martial arts practice, and chanting sutras. Hearing Zhang Yonglin talk about the lively parts of the Hengshan Sect, she couldn't help but feel longing, thinking: Wouldn't it be fun if I could go to Hengshan with him? Then she thought, "I'm going to Hengshan, but I'm not familiar with it..."

"Junior Sister, why don't you come visit our Hengshan Sect sometime?" Zhang Yonglin said.

"I'm going to Hengshan, but I don't know anyone there, and who would accompany me?" Yilin, already preoccupied with her own thoughts, blurted out her feelings upon hearing Zhang Yonglin's words. Her heart pounded involuntarily.

"Me? I'll show you around," Zhang Yonglin said. Yilin's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Zhang Yonglin, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

They walked in the woods for a while before hearing the rushing water and quickly ran towards it. The two drank some water by the river, and Yilin even washed her face. In the sunlight, the water droplets on Yilin's face glistened, radiating an incomparably beautiful and holy aura. Zhang Yonglin exclaimed, "So beautiful!" His tone was full of admiration.

Yilin was deeply embarrassed, wondering why he had suddenly praised her beauty. She immediately wanted to stand up and run away, but hesitated, feeling a burning sensation throughout her body, her face flushed with shame.

Just then, Zhang Yonglin said again, "Look, how beautiful!" Yilin turned slightly and saw him pointing east. Following his finger, she saw a ray of sunlight in the distance, its colors shifting and changing brilliantly in the shade of the trees. She realized that when he said "truly beautiful," he meant the beauty of the rising sun. She had misunderstood, and another wave of shame washed over her. However, this shame contained a hint of disappointment, quite different from her previous mixture of embarrassment and secret joy.

Zhang Yonglin saw Yilin's expression and smiled, "The scenery may not be as beautiful as you. Junior Sister, you look absolutely stunning in this outfit."

Yilin's disappointed heart leaped into her throat again. She said shyly, "Senior Brother!" Although she kept her head down, she could feel her senior brother watching her, making her feel itchy and tingly all over. After a while, she suddenly put her hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

Although she had done so much, she had been practicing asceticism for many years. Zhang Yonglin knew that she couldn't reveal her true nature too early, lest she frighten Little Red Riding Hood away. He quickly apologized, "Junior sister, I'm sorry, I was too impetuous."

Yilin blushed and murmured, "It's alright. It was my fault."

The river was crystal clear, and Zhang Yonglin caught a glimpse of a fish swimming in the water. With lightning speed, he caught the live fish in one swift motion and laughed, "Junior sister, we're in for a treat today."

"Senior brother, you mustn't kill!" Yilin said.

Zhang Yonglin laughed and said, "Junior sister, Buddhism emphasizes purity and non-action, which is correct. But saying 'do not kill' is wrong."

Yilin's eyes widened, and she asked in surprise, "Senior brother, not killing is the heart of a Bodhisattva, how can you say it's wrong?"

Zhang Yonglin chuckled and said, "Junior sister, let me give you an example. Take the pigs raised by ordinary people. If they are not killed, wouldn't the mother and father pigs give birth to a pair of piglets every now and then? And these pigs have a huge appetite. If this continues, in a short time, these few pigs alone will eat the people out of poverty, and even cause the people to starve to death. Do you think this 'do not kill' is right?"

Yilin was stunned for the first time when she heard such absurd remarks. Zhang Yonglin continued, “Buddhists always say that every blade of grass and every tree is a life. If that’s the case, when a pig eats grass, shouldn’t we drive the pig away and save the grass? But if I save the grass, won’t the pig starve to death? And it’s the same for us humans. We need to eat to live in this world. Where does food come from? Wheat and rice, aren’t they all life?”

“This…this…” Yilin was confused. Zhang Yonglin’s words completely contradicted what her master had taught her, but she couldn’t pinpoint his mistake. She was momentarily at a loss.

Chapter 017 Teasing Yilin (3)

“Alright, since you said so, Junior Sister, I’ll release this fish. Oh, Amitabha, please don’t blame the little shrimp,” Zhang Yonglin said with a grin.

Yilin naturally understood the meaning behind Zhang Yonglin’s words, but his words had been too shocking, and for a moment, she didn’t know whether to listen to her senior brother or her master.

“Junior Sister, let’s eat some dry rations,” Zhang Yonglin said, handing Yilin a piece of coarse grain bread.

Yilin took the bread but didn’t eat it, just held it blankly in her hand, her eyes unfocused, presumably confused by Zhang Yonglin’s words.

Zhang Yonglin thought to himself: This little girl is extremely naive; I hope she doesn’t get stuck on something. He glanced around, then rubbed his wound and groaned softly in pain. Yi Lin's attention was immediately drawn to him. She rushed to Zhang Yonglin's side, supporting him, and asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

"My chest...my chest hurts so much. It's probably because the fight with that thief yesterday was too fierce; it injured my internal organs," Zhang Yonglin said

, looking like he was about to die. Yi Lin panicked. She could handle external injuries, but internal injuries were beyond her control. Tears welled in her eyes as she asked, "Senior brother, then...what should we do?"

"I...I have a way. I wonder if junior sister would be willing to help me?"

"What way? Tell me quickly. I'll do anything to cure your illness," Yi Lin said resolutely.

"You...you eat this cake first."

"Huh?" Yi Lin was a little confused.

"If you don't eat, you won't have the strength to help me cure my illness," Zhang Yonglin said, a sly glint in his eyes.

Yi Lin was naive, but not stupid. Seeing Zhang Yonglin's strange smile, she suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but punch him playfully, saying, "You...you lied to me. You didn't suffer any internal injuries!" As soon as she said this, she remembered she was a nun and shouldn't speak to him in such a coquettish tone. Her face flushed red, and she quickly turned her head away. She then picked up a flatbread and began to eat. After

eating their provisions, the two walked for a while in the woods before finally reaching the place where the Demonic Sect had fought against Abbess Dingyi the day before. The place was deserted. Only the bark of a large tree had been peeled off, and a message read, "Your master is going to Qingyun Nunnery in Hanyang." Presumably, Abbess Dingyi had searched for Yilin for a long time yesterday without success and had no choice but to leave this message before heading to Hanyang herself.

Zhang Yonglin looked around; his sword was also gone. It seemed Abbess Dingyi had taken it with her. He said to Yilin, "Junior Sister, your master and the others are safe. Now you can rest assured."

Yilin nodded and said, "Let's hurry and catch up with them." She felt a little strange. She had been anxiously searching for her master after getting separated from her the night before last, but now that she had been separated for two days, she wasn't worried at all. In fact, she felt that this kind of life wasn't so bad. She couldn't help but steal a glance at Zhang Yonglin. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yonglin was also looking at her. She felt that her senior brother had seen through her thoughts, and her heart pounded, her gaze becoming flustered.

Zhang Yonglin smiled slightly. He guessed that Yilin was probably eighty percent in love with him. He rolled his eyes, determined the direction, and led Yilin out of the forest, following the official road towards Hanyang. Along the way, Zhang Yonglin told some love stories, trying to stir up Yilin's wavering heart. It seemed Yilin was indeed bored on Hengshan Mountain, and given her young age, she wasn't averse to these stories; instead, she chuckled softly. Sometimes, she even looked wistful, as if she were the heroine herself, her cheeks flushed, momentarily forgetting even Guanyin Bodhisattva.

This slowed their journey considerably. As the sun set, they arrived at a place far from any village or inn. Fortunately, they both knew some martial arts, so they found a clean spot in the woods beside the road and sat down to rest.

The night was deep, a mountain breeze rustled, and the two leaned against a large tree, fireflies flitting among the grass, their twinkling lights a beautiful sight. Zhang Yonglin told Yilin stories, trying to pull her away from the boundless Buddhist teachings. As he was telling a story, suddenly, Yilin exclaimed, "Look, a shooting star!"

Zhang Yonglin looked in the direction Yilin was pointing and saw a shooting star streaking across the sky, leaving a long trail of fire. Yilin said, "Sister Yijing said that if someone sees a shooting star and ties a knot in their sash while making a wish, as long as they finish tying the knot and making their wish before the shooting star disappears, their wish will be fulfilled. Do you think that's true?"

Zhang Yonglin smiled and said, "You can try it."

Yilin picked up her sash and stared blankly at the horizon. There were many shooting stars on the summer night. In a short while, a shooting star streaked across the sky, but it disappeared in an instant. Yilin's finger moved only slightly before the shooting star disappeared. She let out a soft "Ah," and waited again. The second shooting star streaked from west to east for a long time. Yilin moved nimbly and managed to tie a knot in it.

Zhang Yonglin exclaimed, "Good! You succeeded! What did you wish for just now?"

Yilin, however, dared not turn around to look at Zhang Yonglin. Her mind was in turmoil. Deep within her heart, there was a faint, yearning wish, but she didn't know if she should have it, or if it was right. She didn't dare to pray to Guanyin Bodhisattva. Her heart pounded wildly, filled with an indescribable fear, yet also an indescribable joy. She fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Yonglin laughed, "If you won't tell me, I'll guess myself."

Yilin said anxiously, "No, no, you can't tell me."

Zhang Yonglin laughed, "What's the big deal? I'll guess three times and see if I can guess right."

Yilin stood up and said, "If you say it again, I'm leaving."

Zhang Yonglin laughed heartily and said, "Okay, I won't tell you. Actually, I know your feelings very well."

Yilin felt a sudden panic and asked, "You know?"

Zhang Yonglin smiled and said, "Of course I know. Although it's difficult, it's not impossible! Just believe that you are sincere!" Zhang Yonglin's words were ambiguous, but Yilin felt as if he had seen through her thoughts. She leaned against a big tree, no longer speaking, and seemed to be lost in thought.

Zhang Yonglin changed the subject and asked, "Junior sister, how is the Bodhisattva?"

Yilin thought Zhang Yonglin was going to give an answer, her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but stand up and run away, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yonglin was asking a question. Yilin said devoutly, "Guanyin Bodhisattva is of course the best person! Ah, no, she is a deity, a compassionate and merciful goddess who saves people from suffering."

"Then she must want people to be happy?"

Yilin nodded.

"Junior sister, if you have any ideas, just do them, as long as they don't violate morality, as long as they don't harm the innocent, and as long as they make you happy, the Bodhisattva probably won't mind! Since the Bodhisattva won't mind, then your master and senior uncles shouldn't mind either!" Zhang Yonglin said meaningfully.

Yilin's heart stirred. If I could be with Senior Brother Zhang... wouldn't the Bodhisattva mind?

Chapter 018 Tian Boguang Stealing Fragrance (1)

The journey of less than 10 li (approximately 5 kilometers) took Zhang Yonglin and his companion a full three hours to reach Hanyang City. By the time they found Qingyun Nunnery, it was nearly dusk. After explaining the situation to Abbess Dingyi, Zhang Yonglin took his sword and bid farewell. With Abbess Dingyi present, Zhang Yonglin had no choice but to abide by the rules of the martial world, doing as he was told without daring to utter a single inappropriate word. Since that was the case, why linger at Qingyun Nunnery? He had already planted a seed in Yilin's heart; he just needed to wait, and it would naturally blossom and bear fruit. Yilin was indeed pure, but she was also a typical repressed type, keeping everything bottled up inside and rarely expressing herself. Such a person, once she set her mind on something, found it difficult to let go. Rather than lingering at Qingyun Nunnery and arousing Abbess Dingyi's suspicion, it was better to leave.

After leaving Qingyun Nunnery, Zhang Yonglin looked for an inn. The inn consisted of two courtyards. The outer courtyard was a two-story wooden building that served as a tavern, while the inner courtyard was a separate courtyard with two rows of side rooms serving as guest rooms. Zhang Yonglin booked a room and found a table on the second floor facing the street, where he sat down. It was sunset, and the sky was ablaze with colorful clouds, the entire world draped in a golden veil.

Diagonally opposite the inn was a two-story tavern, and directly opposite was a large mansion. Two stone lions stood on either side of the vermilion gate, and two large red lanterns hung under the eaves, their candles already lit, illuminating the two large characters "Zhang Mansion." From his elevated position, Zhang Yonglin looked down into the Zhang Mansion. The main hall was also a two-story wooden building, making the front courtyard quite imposing, while the back courtyard was obscured by the main hall. Zhang Yonglin's gaze followed the Zhang Mansion to the left onto the street, and suddenly he saw a familiar face—it was Tian Boguang. Tian Boguang was holding a single-edged sword, looking around at a street stall, seemingly wanting to buy something.

Zhang Yonglin smiled slightly. He was fortunate to have become Liu Zhengfeng's disciple and son-in-law; Tian Boguang had certainly played a part. Now, he was starving and too lazy to bother with upholding justice or teaching Tian Boguang a lesson. So, he ordered some food and wine and began to eat. After a while, he looked up at the tavern diagonally opposite and saw Tian Boguang sitting at a table facing the street. The man's lecherous eyes were fixed on the Zhang residence. Zhang Yonglin's heart skipped a beat. Was Tian Boguang scouting the place? That was interesting.

Zhang Yonglin thought to himself, Tian Boguang was a lecherous scoundrel, but he had a good eye for people; otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered with Yilin. Was there another beauty in the Zhang residence?

Zhang Yonglin's interest was piqued. Seeing Tian Boguang finish eating and leave, he quietly followed him. It was still early, and Tian Boguang went to an inn in the east of the city and went to sleep.

Zhang Yonglin slapped his forehead hard. How stupid of him! Knowing this guy was going to the Zhang residence, why did he follow him? He could have just kept an eye on the Zhang residence. But since he was already there, he didn't bother running back. He quietly lay in wait on the roof, waiting until 7 PM when Tian Boguang finally came out. This man was indeed skilled and daring; he hadn't even changed into his night clothes, still wearing the same purple robe he wore during the day.

He was straightforward, jumping directly onto the roof and running towards the Zhang residence. Fortunately, ancient houses weren't standardized, and the roofs varied in height. Zhang Yonglin followed closely behind Tian Boguang without being noticed. Soon they arrived at the Zhang residence. The courtyard was about three meters high, and Tian Boguang easily leaped inside. Zhang Yonglin, unfamiliar with the terrain, didn't dare follow rashly. He secretly peeked over the wall, peering inside. The backyard of this mansion was enormous, resembling a garden with groves of trees, artificial hills, pavilions, and covered walkways. Flowers and plants grew in front of

the pavilions. It was precisely because of this obscuring effect that he realized Tian Boguang was missing. "Damn, that kid's light-footed skills are really impressive." Zhang Yonglin thought for a moment, then jumped in after him. He tiptoed to the covered walkway and looked towards the front courtyard, where he saw a moon gate. Since Tian Boguang couldn't escape, he might as well go inside the Zhang mansion and look for him.

He quickly ran to the moon gate and peered out. The cobblestone path led in three directions. To the left was a small courtyard with a two-story building; lights shone from the second floor. To the right was a winding covered walkway, its path obscured by lush trees. Directly ahead was a small pond; across an arched bridge was a waterside pavilion, with lights faintly visible inside.

Zhang Yonglin glanced at the small building on his left. Could that be the boudoir? Tian Boguang must have taken a liking to the girl. Having made up his mind, Zhang Yonglin used his lightness skill to quietly approach the boudoir. He leaped up the three-meter-high second floor in a flash, his legs gripping the eaves, in a handstand position, and stealthily poked a small hole in the window paper. Inside, a young woman was facing a dressing table, combing her hair. Presumably because it was late at night and the weather was warm, she was dressed very lightly. A pale yellow gauze draped her body, revealing a bright red bra underneath and moon-white underpants. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, obscuring her face, but her figure was undeniably graceful.

Zhang Yonglin's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but speculate about her appearance, even estimating her measurements. The woman, having combed her hair for a while, finally turned around. She had an oval face, pretty features, slightly dark skin, thick eyebrows, a delicate nose, full lips, and large, bright eyes. She was no more than twenty years old. Perhaps due to her age, she was very well-developed; her breasts appeared to be a C-cup, pushing them high. Zhang Yonglin examined them closely; two lotus flowers were embroidered on her bra, blooming precisely on her breasts, adding an elegant touch. "

What a beautiful woman, what a magnanimous heart!" Zhang Yonglin couldn't help but exclaim. He was quite pleased, eagerly awaiting Tian Boguang's intervention so he could play the hero and rescue the damsel in distress. Perhaps he could even win over this beauty? Beautiful women, of course, are always welcome.

He was quite pleased with himself. A series of clanging sounds came from the right-hand corridor, followed by a woman's sharp cry: "You lecherous scoundrel, daring to set your sights on this lady!"

Then a man chuckled, "Master Tian has taken a liking to you; I think you should just give in!" The voice belonged to Tian Boguang.

Huh? Tian Boguang had such a beautiful woman right there, why didn't he go to the other side? Zhang Yonglin wondered, but his mood brightened even more. Perhaps that woman was even more beautiful?

With a creak, a window beside him opened. Presumably, the woman had heard the fighting and wanted to see what was happening. The window was right next to Zhang Yonglin, and preoccupied with his own thoughts, he hadn't paid much attention to the commotion inside. Once the window opened, he couldn't hide.

The woman cried out in alarm, "You lecherous scoundrel!" and slammed the window shut. Zhang Yonglin regretted it. How did I become a lecherous scoundrel? I was trying to save someone!

Chapter 019 Tian Boguang Stealing Fragrance (2)

The hero's rescue of the beauty failed, and he was mistaken for a lecher. Zhang Yonglin felt wronged but had no choice. He did a somersault and jumped down from the building. He touched the ground with his left foot and hurriedly fled to the back garden. As soon as he ran into the back garden, the window of the embroidered building opened and a moon-white figure jumped down from the building. It was the woman in the embroidered building.

This person also knew kung fu. Although she changed her clothes quickly, Zhang Yonglin had already escaped to the back garden after she jumped down. The woman looked around, held a long sword, and ran towards the corridor.

Zhang Yonglin hid in the woods of the back garden. Seeing that no one was chasing him, he felt relieved. He tore off a piece of his sleeve, covered his face, and quietly sneaked back in: He was so wronged. How could he be a lecher? He was determined to deal with Tian Boguang to clear his name.

Passing through the corridor, one comes into view an elegant little courtyard, surrounded by green bamboo. A gentle breeze and bright moonlight rustle the bamboo shadows. On either side are side rooms, and directly opposite is the main hall. In the center of the courtyard is a large open space. Tian Boguang is engaged in a fierce battle with a woman.

Zhang Yonglin ignored Tian Boguang, his eyes darting furtively towards the woman. She was a woman, no more than thirty years old, dressed in a light red dress that perfectly accentuated her stunning figure. Her waist was slender and supple, with incredibly beautiful and alluring lines. Her skin was as white and smooth as jade, her soft, rounded S-curve revealing a uniquely feminine softness. Her hips were round and full, her legs shapely, strong, and long. Her eyes were bright

and captivating; even in the heat of battle, her every move exuded charm and mature allure. Damn, Tian Boguang's eye for beauty is truly remarkable! If the young girl was one in a million, this woman was a rare gem. But even the most fragrant rose has thorns. Tian Boguang's martial arts skills were already top-notch, yet he had managed to hold his own against this woman, only slightly at a disadvantage.

Zhang Yonglin watched calmly. Saving someone should be done at a crucial moment; only then will they appreciate your help. Offering help in times of need is far more valuable than adding to someone's success. Suddenly, his brow furrowed. Where was the woman who had just jumped from the embroidered tower? A sense of foreboding

washed over him. Was she still looking for him? His eyes darted around, and he decided to help the woman first, to leave a good impression and clear up the misunderstanding from the embroidered tower. Having made up his mind, he prepared to jump out and deal with Tian Boguang when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw the young woman rushing back from the corridor, shouting, "You accomplice of Tian Boguang, where do you think you're going!" With that, she swung her longsword, aiming straight for Zhang Yonglin.

Zhang Yonglin, looking helpless, dodged the sword and shouted, "I came after Tian Boguang to rescue you!"

His clear, innocent body had been seen by this man, and the girl, naturally prejudiced, was both ashamed and angry. She refused to believe Zhang Yonglin's words, her sword flashing, each strike aimed at his vital points. However, fortunately, the girl's martial arts skills were lacking. Zhang Yonglin dodged and weaved, seizing an opening, and leaped in front of her, his right hand lightly gripping her left wrist. The girl panicked, shouting, "You lecherous thief! I'll fight you to the death!" In her anxiety, she disregarded her swordplay, using her right hand as a cleaver to slash at Zhang Yonglin's head, while her left arm strained to free her left hand.

In fact, Zhang Yonglin had already pressed a pressure point on the girl's wrist. With just a little force, the girl would feel numbness all over her body. However, his original intention was to explain to the girl. Hearing her call him a lecher, he subconsciously released his right hand and flicked the longsword that was swinging towards him with his left hand, sending it flying.

The girl thought Zhang Yonglin was a lecher, and she tried with all her might to break free of her left hand. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yonglin had already released her. Her strength was wasted on empty air, and she stumbled back two steps, involuntarily falling backward.

As the girl retreated, there was a "rip" sound, and the girl's robe fell down to her crotch, revealing her snow-white skin and bright red bra. The two lotus flowers on the bra bloomed proudly, which was very attractive. How did the outer robe fall down? It turned out that the girl suddenly spotted Zhang Yonglin on the embroidered tower, and in her haste, she grabbed a floor-length robe and put it on. Just as Zhang Yonglin leaped in front of the girl, he stepped on the corner of her clothes. The girl's clothes were hastily and carelessly tied, and as she stepped back, Zhang Yonglin firmly gripped the hem, revealing a glimpse of her skin. In a split second, seeing the girl about to fall, Zhang Yonglin swiftly moved to the side and caught her around the waist. The girl cried out softly, instinctively grabbing Zhang Yonglin's arm.

Their eyes met, but Zhang Yonglin couldn't help but glance at the girl's chest, admiring the smooth silk fabric. Two round, grape-like nipples adorned the breasts. "These girl's nipples are so big," Zhang Yonglin thought to himself.

As Zhang Yonglin was admiring them, tears suddenly streamed down the girl's face, and she raised her hand to slap him. Zhang Yonglin reacted quickly, instinctively pressing an acupoint on her abdomen. The girl cried, "You lecherous scoundrel! Auntie, come save me!"

Zhang Yonglin, holding the girl in his arms, explained earnestly, "Miss, I'm really not a lecherous scoundrel." Before he could finish speaking, he heard a rapid gust of wind behind him. He didn't dare turn around, but simply leaped to the left with the girl in his arms. Turning his head slightly, he saw that the young woman had caught up, and Tian Boguang was also chasing after her. How could he let Tian Boguang see such a beautiful girl's body? Left with no other choice, Zhang Yonglin picked up the girl and ran. The young woman behind him angrily shouted, "You lecherous thief, release Wen'er right now, or I'll tear you to pieces!"

Tian Boguang laughed loudly, "Beauty, if you submit to me, I'll help you rescue another beauty. Otherwise, my brother and I will both savor the taste of the former Hibiscus Fairy. Hahaha!"

Zhang Yonglin ran ahead, not turning back, and angrily shouted, "Tian Boguang, I have nothing to do with you. I'm a good man!"

Tian Boguang laughed loudly at this, and the young woman looked unconvinced. Suddenly, a sword strike, faster and faster, attacked Zhang Yonglin. With his back to the sword, Zhang Yonglin struggled to dodge. He whispered, "Sorry," and yanked off the girl's long robe.

The girl was in tears, thinking he was going to strip her naked to humiliate her. In her panic, she lost her courage and just pleaded in a low voice, "No..." But then she saw Zhang Yonglin pull off her long robe and put it on her body, covering her whole body completely, not only covering her private parts but also her snow-white belly.

Just as the girl was surprised, she heard the young woman behind her cry out "Ah!" Then Tian Boguang laughed loudly, "Brother, thank you. That woman is yours. As for the Fairy Hibiscus, I'll take her away!"

Chapter 020 Tian Boguang Stealing Fragrance (3)

Zhang Yonglin was afraid that Tian Boguang would see his future wife's body, so he tore off his robe and put it on the girl again. But the young woman behind him had no idea why. She thought that this lecherous thief was going to strip her niece naked in broad daylight, ah, under the starlight. In her anxiety, she didn't care and wanted to kill Zhang Yonglin with her sword. But Tian Boguang was still following behind her. Taking advantage of her distraction, Tian Boguang struck her, striking her pressure points, thanked Zhang Yonglin, and carried the young woman away.

Zhang Yonglin turned around and saw that Tian Boguang had already carried the young woman onto the roof. He cursed under his breath, quickly put the girl down, and said urgently, "I'm going to save your aunt! I'm really not a lecher, I'm a good person!"

The girl looked like a frightened little rabbit, her face full of sorrow and pity. It was unclear whether she understood or not, tears streaming down her face. Zhang Yonglin felt a pang of pity. He quickly put the girl down and turned to chase after Tian Boguang. After taking a few steps, he turned back. The girl thought she was walking into a trap, but the lecher had actually left. Before she could even feel happy, the lecher had returned. She said nervously, "No, don't touch me..."

Zhang Yonglin reached out and released her pressure points, saying again, "Whether you believe it or not, it was all a misunderstanding. I'm going to save your aunt now!"

The woman was surprised to have her pressure points released. By the time she came to her senses, Zhang Yonglin was already on the roof. She cried out, "You, you must save my aunt!"

"Don't worry." Zhang Yonglin channeled his internal energy and chased after Tian Boguang.

Tian Boguang's lightness skill was renowned throughout the martial arts world, but he was carrying someone, and Zhang Yonglin's lightness skill was also quite good. Before long, Zhang Yonglin caught up. He shouted, "Tian Boguang, release her right now, or I'll kill you!"

Tian Boguang had already noticed someone chasing after him. Seeing that it was Zhang Yonglin, he laughed and said, "Brother, let's each take one. Didn't we agree on this earlier? Why are you so greedy?"

"Bullshit! Do you think I'm some lecherous scoundrel like you?" Zhang Yonglin took a step forward, blocking Tian Boguang's path. He drew his longsword from his back; the sword was a vibrant green, like a pool of spring water. With a move called "Northern Morning Breeze," he thrust it straight at Tian Boguang's throat.

Tian Boguang exclaimed, "Eh!" He said, "Good swordsmanship! You're actually from the Hengshan Sect! Heh heh." As he spoke, he also drew his sword to counterattack, raising both hands to use the young woman's body as a shield. Zhang Yonglin frowned and quickly drew his sword. Tian Boguang, however, didn't linger and fled.

Zhang Yonglin pursued him, attacking Tian Boguang repeatedly, but Tian Boguang used the young woman as a weapon, using her body to block Zhang Yonglin's sword attacks. This infuriated Zhang Yonglin, who was momentarily helpless.

The young woman said, "Young hero, kill me! I... I'd rather die than fall into the hands of this lecherous scoundrel."

Zhang Yonglin was already furious at Tian Boguang's shameless beating, and when he heard the young woman say this, he retorted without hesitation, "Shut up! I don't believe I can't save you!"

The young woman paused, a hint of gratitude and a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes. Tian Boguang laughed loudly, "Young brother, you really have a soft spot for women. I understand, you must have your eye on her too, but I advise you to give up on that idea. This woman's martial arts are quite good, and her lover is one of the best in the world. You can't afford to offend him. Let me, Old Tian, enjoy him. Hehe."

The young woman was stunned, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she angrily said, "Since you know that, you still dare to come. Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I am afraid, that's why I've been practicing my lightness skill so hard! I come alone, and as long as my lightness skill is good, he can't catch me. Besides, would he let the whole world know that he has a lover? Hehehe, don't think that I, Old Tian, don't know how your husband died! If he dares to target me, I'll expose your shameful affair to the world, hahaha!"

Zhang Yonglin, listening from behind, became more and more curious. Who was this woman? The Fairy of Hibiscus? There's no such person in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. Such a beautiful woman, with a lover, and one of the best in the world, who could she be? Fang Zheng? Chongxu?

Zhang Yonglin chased after Tian Boguang, leaping over the city wall. Surprisingly, a carriage appeared on the official road. Tian Boguang threw the young woman onto the carriage and shouted to the coachman, "Quickly take this woman to my master!" With that, he drew his single-edged sword and slashed at Zhang Yonglin.

Zhang Yonglin swung his longsword, using the killing move of the Returning Wind and Falling Wild Geese Sword Technique, "One Sword Destroys Nine Geese." When this move was mastered, a single thrust transformed into nine swords, incredibly powerful and swift, each attacking one of the enemy's nine vital points, making it impossible to defend against. However, Zhang Yonglin's practice was still incomplete; he barely managed to unleash five swords, attacking Tian Boguang's Yunzhong, Tianchi, Huagai, Shenfeng, and Qihu acupoints. But in Tian Boguang's eyes, this sword strike was not only fast but also ruthless, a completely reckless attack. Although his single-edged sword could reach his opponent's left shoulder, no matter which acupoint the sword struck, he would either die or suffer a terrible fate. He frowned, took three steps back, and brandished his sword in a net-like motion, protecting his vital points.

Zhang Yonglin had been waiting for this opportunity. Seeing Tian Boguang step aside, he lightly touched the ground with his left foot and, like a soaring eagle, flew straight towards the carriage.

Tian Boguang inwardly cried out in alarm; this kid's true intention wasn't to fight him to the death, but to force him back so he could chase after the carriage. He quickly channeled his internal energy and gave chase. But Zhang Yonglin was already on the carriage, high above him, and had engaged Tian Boguang in several fierce battles, this time forcing him off the carriage.

However, Tian Boguang's lightness skill was indeed formidable. Each time he repelled Tian Boguang, before he could release the woman's pressure points or attack the coachman to stop the carriage, Tian Boguang would already be back on top. Zhang Yonglin's swordsmanship was superior, and Tian Boguang's lightness skill was excellent; the two fought like this all the way until dawn. The carriage drove into a mountain range and finally stopped halfway up the mountain. Tian Boguang, panting heavily behind, stopped attacking. Zhang Yonglin seized the opportunity and quickly released the pressure points on the young woman. Tian Boguang laughed, "Kid, don't waste your time. I just gave her the Ten Fragrance Softening Bone Powder. In three to five days, she won't be able to use any internal energy!"

Seeing the young woman turn pale as soon as she tried to circulate her energy, Zhang Yonglin knew that Tian Boguang hadn't lied this time. He said angrily, "You, surnamed Tian, I thought you were an upright man, but I didn't expect you to be so despicable, using the Ten Fragrance Softening Bone Powder!"

Tian Boguang was stunned. He looked at Zhang Yonglin and said in surprise, "So it's you! Your kung fu has improved really fast." He had already recognized Zhang Yonglin.

Before Zhang Yonglin could speak, an old voice came from the forest on the left: "Boguang, have you captured that vile woman, Fairy Furong?"

Chapter 21 Springtime in the Ancient Cave (1)

With a creaking sound of wooden wheels, an old man with white hair was pushed out of the forest path in a wheelchair. The woman pushing the wheelchair was pretty and charming, and Zhang Yonglin's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but take a second look. But the young woman standing next to him said in surprise: "So it's you, you're not dead yet." Her tone was not only surprised, but also full of hatred, but her voice trembled a little, as if she was afraid.

"Hahaha, you still remember me, Fairy Furong Zhang Yuting, I have missed you for so many years!" The old man was so happy that he danced with joy.

Zhang Yuting said hatefully, "What's there to be happy about? You didn't die more than ten years ago, do you think you can escape now?"

The old man said happily, "Zhang Yuting, do you know what I've wanted to do all these years? I just want you to be in my bed with me for a night of passion. Even if I die then, I'll have no regrets. Hahaha, it seems today I can finally get my wish. Brother, did you see that? Wait, your little brother will avenge you!"

"Hmph, old man, are you done laughing?" Zhang Yonglin said coldly. He was young and fearless. Among these people, he only knew Tian Boguang, and Tian Boguang's martial arts skills were clearly no match for his.

The old man's lecherous eyes finally shifted from Zhang Yuting to Zhang Yonglin. He said disdainfully, "And who are you? Do you intend to ruin my good time?"

Tian Boguang chimed in, "Master, this man is a disciple of the Hengshan Sect. He wants to save Zhang Yuting."

"Oh, another one from the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Zhang Yuting, you really have a good connection with the Five Mountains Sword Sect. That person back then was from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and now another one has arrived. Heh, but I wonder if you, kid, have the skills of that person from back then."

Zhang Yonglin paused, glanced at Zhang Yuting, and asked the old man, "Who is that person?"

"Hahaha, do you want to know? That person is a hypocrite. Damn it, the Five Mountains Sword Sect is full of hypocrites who appear virtuous on the surface but are actually thieves and prostitutes in private!" the old man said fiercely.

"Hmph, you lecherous devil, what right do you have to comment on the Five Mountains Sword Sect!" Zhang Yuting retorted.

"Boguang, capture that bastard for your master!" The old man seemed impatient, issuing orders to Tian Boguang to deal with Zhang Yonglin.

Tian Boguang charged forward with his blade. Zhang Yonglin smiled slightly; he had learned Tian Boguang's tactics from their previous fights. With a flick of his longsword, he unleashed a move called "Eastern Spreading Brocade Feathers," engaging Tian Boguang in a direct attack. Tian Boguang's blade was aimed at Zhang Yonglin's throat, while Zhang Yonglin's longsword was aimed at Tian Boguang's heart. Tian Boguang roared and took a step back. He had no choice but to retreat, as Zhang Yonglin's sword was longer than his own. Before his blade even reached Zhang Yonglin's throat, Zhang Yonglin's longsword could pierce him. As he retreated, Zhang Yonglin's attacks continued relentlessly, his swordsmanship unpredictable and ever-changing, a mix of feints and real strikes, making it impossible for Tian Boguang to defend against them.

The old man watched for a while, then said, "Young man, your swordsmanship is quite good; you've already grasped the essence of the Hengshan School. I never expected that in over ten years since I left the martial world, the Hengshan School would produce such a talent as you. Take this move and see." As soon as he finished speaking, the old man slapped the armrest of his wheelchair, his entire body leaping into the air. He extended his right index finger, aiming for Zhang Yonglin's Juque acupoint on the back.

Zhang Yuting shouted loudly from the side, "Young hero, be careful!"

Zhang Yonglin, whose confidence had recently soared, was not alarmed but rather delighted. He attacked Tian Boguang with his longsword. Just as the old man's body reached behind him, without turning around, he braced his right foot on the ground and kicked backward with his left leg from an unexpected angle—a powerful killing move of the Biluo Fist, the "Flying Eagle Kick." The old man's legs were paralyzed, and his ability to maneuver in mid-air was greatly reduced. With a "bang," he was struck squarely in the lower abdomen by Zhang Yonglin's kick, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. But this old man was exceptionally ruthless. While he was being attacked, his right hand struck Zhang Yonglin's left leg.

Zhang Yonglin felt a numbness in his left leg, followed by a surge of icy internal energy that seemed to freeze it instantly, leaving it numb.

"Master!" Tian Boguang, seeing the old man kicked away by Zhang Yonglin, disregarded Zhang Yonglin and rushed over to catch the old man.

The old man's mouth was full of blood, and his white beard was stained with blood, yet he was unusually excited. He shouted, "Boguang, that kid has been hit by my Frostbite True Qi. His left leg is frozen. Quick, go kill him, then we can enjoy... enjoy Fairy Hibiscus! Hahaha!"

Zhang Yonglin cursed inwardly, "Damn it, what a crazy old man." He tried to channel his internal energy throughout his body, but when it reached his left leg, it wouldn't flow. His left leg felt like it had fallen into an ice cave, and the icy coldness was even creeping towards his lower abdomen. Zhang Yonglin secretly strained to resist. Zhang Yuting walked up to him and asked, "Were you hit by his icy true energy?"

Zhang Yonglin nodded, then suddenly swayed and was about to fall to the ground. Zhang Yuting quickly supported him and whispered, "Let's go!" They then walked down the mountain path.

Seeing Zhang Yuting about to run away, the old man couldn't help but slap Tian Boguang, saying urgently, "You, you'd better hurry up! I taught you kung fu for today. Don't ruin my plans!"

Tian Boguang, helpless, brandished his knife and chased after them. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the two. Tian Boguang's eyes flashed with malice as he said, "You two, I think you'd better stay here obediently!"

Zhang Yuting threw a punch, but she couldn't muster any internal energy. Her punch was weak and empty, all form and no power. Tian Boguang smirked and kicked Zhang Yuting to the ground, knocking Zhang Yonglin down with her. Zhang Yonglin roared in fury, "Tian Boguang, if you have the guts, come and deal with me! What kind of hero beats an unarmed woman?!"

Seeing Zhang Yonglin's disheveled state, Tian Boguang knew he was no match for the icy true energy. He chuckled, "Kid, you're quite chivalrous, but chivalry comes at a price. Today, I'll send you to your grave with one strike." With that, he swung his blade at Zhang Yonglin's neck.

Zhang Yuting cried out, "No!"

Just as blood was about to spill from Zhang Yonglin, he channeled the "sticking" technique of Tai Chi, his left hand flipping upwards with a palm strike, brushing against the single-edged sword and casually pulling it to his left. His right hand thrust forward with his longsword, aiming for Tian Boguang's chest. Tian Boguang tried to retreat, but he couldn't withdraw his single-edged sword. Helpless, he dropped the sword and retreated deeply, narrowly avoiding the attack. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when everything went black before his eyes. A figure lunged at him, five long swords piercing five acupoints: Yunzhong, Tianchi, Huagai, Shenfeng, and Qihu. It was the move "One Sword Destroys Nine Geese." Tian Boguang leaped back again, but his movements were a beat slower. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, realizing he had been struck by several swords. Moreover, the long swords were infused with internal energy, and his body stiffened as his acupoints were struck.

Chapter 22 Springtime in the Ancient Cave (2)

Zhang Yonglin knew things were going badly. At the last moment, he deliberately pretended to be unable to support himself, which fooled Tian Boguang. He used his internal energy to severely injure Tian Boguang, but the icy true energy in his leg could no longer resist. It had moved from his left leg to his lower abdomen. He barely managed to protect his dantian with his internal energy. His face was deathly pale, devoid of any human vitality.

Seeing Tian Boguang fail, the old man, somewhat neurotically, cursed, "Useless! You two, go and bring that woman back! Go and bring him back!"

Zhang Yuting came over to support Zhang Yonglin, who whispered, "You go quickly, I'll hold them off."

"No, you're seriously injured, how can I leave you here alone? Let me help you."

Zhang Yonglin couldn't walk at all, so Zhang Yuting supported him, and the two of them walked along the mountain path.

The two servants quickly caught up. But Zhang Yonglin's icy true energy surged wildly, as if dozens of small knives were randomly thrusting and stabbing. Zhang Yuting supported him, and the two of them staggered down the mountain. While Zhang Yonglin used his internal energy to resist the icy true energy, he also relied on his exquisite swordsmanship to deal with the two servants. These two were not skilled, and Zhang Yonglin defeated them once, almost killing them. These two weren't particularly skilled in martial arts, but they were quite clever. Instead of engaging Zhang Yonglin in a direct fight, they kept a distance, waiting for his internal injuries to flare up. The mountain path had many forks, and Zhang Yuting, unfamiliar with the way, hastily stumbled upon a cliff. Zhang Yonglin gave a bitter laugh. Zhang Yuting said, "Young hero, I've really dragged you into this!"

At this point, what was there to say? The icy true energy, which had been in his lower abdomen, had now reached his chest. He glanced down at the cloud-shrouded cliff, wondering if he was going to die here today. Sigh.

Seeing the two servants who had just been driven back chasing after her, Zhang Yuting said, "Young hero, I'm so sorry to have troubled you this time. I can only repay your kindness in my next life!"

Zhang Yonglin was taken aback: "What are you going to do? Are you going to jump off the cliff? This place is shrouded in mist; there's a 99% chance you'll die!"

Zhang Yuting smoothed her hair and said, "Even if I die, I'd rather not fall into the hands of that lecherous demon!"

As she spoke, she was about to jump when Zhang Yonglin reached out and grabbed her, saying, "Wait, you still don't know my name. How are you going to repay me in your next life?"

Zhang Yuting was startled and asked irritably, "May I ask your honorable name, young hero?"

A mountain breeze blew gently, and Zhang Yonglin, extremely smug, smoothed his hair, tilted his head back, and said, "I am Zhang Yonglin of the Hengshan Sect. You can just call me Hero Zhang!"

Zhang Yuting chuckled. The woman before Zhang Yonglin was as beautiful as a flower, exuding charm and allure. He was momentarily stunned. Zhang Yuting blushed and couldn't help but cough. Fortunately, she was used to seeing men look at her like that, so she changed the subject, saying, "Well, I never thought that I'd have a hero like you by my side before I die."

Zhang Yonglin laughed, covering up his embarrassment. He looked down at the large rock he was leaning against, where several vines were growing at the base. A thought struck him, and he asked, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Zhang Yuting was quite clever. She smiled wryly, "This cliff is so high, these vines probably won't reach the bottom."

"Of course not. But their target is you. If you climb down the vines, you can hide for a while. If they can't find you, they'll think you jumped off the cliff and will come down to find your body. Then, I can shake the vines next to you, and you can climb back up." Zhang Yonglin laughed.

Zhang Yuting nodded and praised, "This...this will work? Well, I'll give it a try." So, she climbed down the two vines.

Not long after Zhang Yuting went downstairs, the two servants came up. Seeing that one person was missing, the woman pushing the wheelchair asked, "Where did Fairy Furong go!"

Zhang Yonglin, his face filled with grief and indignation, roared, "What do you say? You forced her so hard, and she's such a strong-willed woman, what other choice did she have but death?"

"What? She jumped off the cliff?" the two men asked in unison. They rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The area below was shrouded in mist, obscuring everything. The place was only seven or eight square meters in size, completely exposed, with absolutely no place to hide. They glanced at each other, then looked at Zhang Yonglin again. Their first thought was that the woman had indeed jumped off the cliff, but… how could they explain this to their master?

Zhang Yonglin nodded weakly, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He said coldly, "Heroine Zhang is gone. You two can accompany her on her journey." With that, he swung his longsword, aiming straight for the coachman who was closest to him. Zhang Yonglin was seriously injured, and his sword was slow; the coachman barely dodged it.

The coachman said, "Miss Liu, what should we do about this?"

"You ask me? How would I know? Why don't we...we go down the mountain and look for his body!" the woman said.

"And what about this person?"

"He was struck by Master's Frost Qi. The fighting along the way was intense, and he didn't have time to circulate his energy to neutralize it. Now the Qi has entered his upper body and invaded his dantian. He'll eventually freeze solid and die of cold. We won't need to do anything!" the woman said.

The two turned and left, ignoring Zhang Yonglin. Only after they had gone far away did Zhang Yonglin shake his green rattan to warn Zhang Yuting. When Zhang Yuting climbed up, she found Zhang Yonglin collapsed beside a large rock. She reached out to help him and immediately felt a chill enter her body; she knew it was the Frost Qi taking effect. Zhang Yonglin was trembling all over, his face pale, his lips white, and his teeth chattering. Ignoring the cold air, Zhang Yuting quickly helped Zhang Yonglin down the cliff. At first, Zhang Yonglin was still somewhat conscious and could barely walk a few steps, but after a while, he completely collapsed. Helpless, Zhang Yuting carried Zhang Yonglin on her back and staggered down the mountain. At this point, she had no internal energy, and Zhang Yonglin's body was extremely heavy; she was already panting heavily after only a short distance. Left with no other choice, she had to seek shelter in a stone cave by the roadside.

Zhang Yuting gathered some dry firewood, lit it, and placed Zhang Yonglin beside the fire. But Zhang Yonglin's face was ashen; he was completely unconscious. She reached out and touched Zhang Yonglin's forehead; it was icy cold. She thought for a moment, then blushed and took off Zhang Yonglin's clothes, rubbing his body with her hands, hoping to warm him up. But after a while, Zhang Yonglin showed no reaction whatsoever! She stared at the flickering flames, gritted her teeth, loosened her belt, and hugged Zhang Yonglin tightly.

Chapter 23 Springtime in the Ancient Cave (3)

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yonglin gradually regained consciousness, but his body felt as if it were in an ice cave, extremely stiff, with only a little warmth coming from his chest and other areas. Fortunately, there was this little bit of warmth, otherwise, he would probably have frozen to death long ago. He subconsciously touched himself and felt as if there was a naked person lying in his arms. His hand slid across the person's back, and the skin was as smooth and delicate as the finest lake silk.

Who is this? Zhang Yonglin gradually woke up. He remembered that he seemed to have been hit by that old man's icy true energy, and his whole body was frozen like a block of ice. He could only use his internal energy to guard his dantian and other key areas. After he regained consciousness, he quickly tried to use his internal energy. To his surprise, the icy chill seemed to have weakened somewhat. He calmed his mind and activated the Zhenyue Technique, painstakingly circulating his internal energy within his body. The energy flowed from Lianquan and Tiantu acupoints to Xuanji, Huagai, Zigong, Yutang, Tanzhong, Zhongting, Jiuwei, Juque, passing through the upper, middle, and lower three acupoints, then to Shuifen, Shenque, Qihai, Shimen, Guanyuan, Zhongji, and Qugu acupoints, finally returning to his dantian. During this process, it felt as if countless ice blades were piercing his body. Several times he almost couldn't bear it and was about to give up, but thinking of Liu Jing and the others, he gritted his teeth and persevered. His body alternated between being as cold as ice and as warm as a furnace. He didn't know how much time had passed, but finally, one cycle was completed. The instant his internal energy returned to his dantian, he felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and his internal energy seemed to have strengthened. He had actually broken through the second level of the Zhenyue Technique and reached the third level, and the icy chill vanished instantly.

The Zhenyue Technique is a Hengshan internal skill with five levels, comparable to the Zixia Divine Skill in the martial arts world. Zhang Yonglin's natural talent in martial arts lies in his height; he learns swordsmanship and fist techniques quickly. However, his internal skill is truly solid, built step by step, with no room for shortcuts. He achieved a minor level of mastery in internal skill, allowing him to learn the Zhenyue Technique. This was not only due to his own efforts but also, and perhaps more importantly, to the internal energy Qu Yang infused into his body. He transformed this internal energy, which had been dispersed into his Ren meridian, into his own, reaching the top level of the Hengshan introductory mental cultivation method. However, while learning the Zhenyue Technique accelerated the growth of his internal energy, each subsequent level not only required significantly more internal energy but also increased the difficulty of striking acupoints. The first level of the introductory mental cultivation method only used eighteen acupoints in one cycle, while the first level of the Zhenyue Technique required 64 acupoints in one cycle, undoubtedly increasing the difficulty considerably. He had practiced diligently for a long time, but had only just begun to understand the basics. Unexpectedly, this misfortune turned into a blessing; on the verge of death, he was able to mobilize all his potential and reach the third level (Qu Yang's internal energy had been absorbed by Zhang Yonglin; this was because Qu Yang's internal energy was unique, and not all internal energy injected

into the body could be absorbed. After all, Zhang Yonglin didn't know the "Power Transformation Technique"). After reaching the third level, he circulated his internal energy for another cycle, completely expelling the remaining icy true energy from his body, leaving him feeling warm all over. Wait, why is there still a faint chill?

Zhang Yonglin opened his eyes and saw that he was lying flat in a stone cave, and someone was sleeping in his arms. The chill was emanating from this person.

As soon as Zhang Yonglin's mind cleared, he immediately realized that the person holding him so tightly was a woman. First, the woman's long hair was loose, and a faint fragrance wafted from it; second, he moved his body and vaguely felt that this person had a very large chest; third, this person's skin was smooth as water. He quickly scrambled to his feet and laid the woman flat to the side. In the light from outside the cave, he recognized her as Zhang Yuting, with her delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes.

Her face was pale, and her body involuntarily curled slightly. Even so, it couldn't conceal the woman's captivating allure. She had a stunning figure, wearing only a bright yellow sheer bodice that pushed her large breasts high, revealing two faint pink nipples. Below these rounded peaks was a flat stomach, with a deep, flat, oval navel in the center. She wore only a milky-white underpants, and at the groin, a small mound bulged, revealing a patch of dark hair, with playful strands peeking out from beneath the underpants.

Zhang Yonglin shook his head, inwardly cursing himself for being a beast. Zhang Yuting was doing all this to save him! However, her fiery figure, her proud breasts, and the woman's tightly closed eyes made him unable to resist placing his hand on her left breast. It was icy cold to the touch; a gentle squeeze deformed the flesh, incredibly tactile. Zhang Yonglin swallowed hard, his mind in turmoil, unsure whether he should continue touching her, or…

He hesitated, but Zhang Yuting suddenly grabbed his hand, startling him so much he almost jumped out of his skin, thinking she had woken up. He didn't dare struggle, falling to the side and staring wide-eyed at Zhang Yuting.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuting simply hugged his arm tightly, as if seeking warmth. She held Zhang Yonglin's arm tightly to her chest, but this action brought her touch to his chest, which seemed like an even warmer place. She quickly moved closer, wanting to hug Zhang Yonglin again.

Zhang Yuting, in a coma, was cold, and instinctively sought something warm to hold. But Zhang Yonglin was conscious. The beautiful woman, as lovely as jade, was naked beside him. His penis instantly hardened. The intoxicating fragrance of the woman, her exquisite figure, her breathtakingly beautiful body—Zhang Yonglin was instantly captivated. He couldn't resist tearing off Zhang Yuting's bodice, and two large, white breasts sprang out, bouncing wildly in the quiet stone cave, their pale purple nipples glistening with desire. Zhang Yonglin lowered his head and kissed them, taking a nipple into his mouth and savoring it, while his right hand kneaded her soft, elastic breasts.

Zhang Yuting let out a soft cry, pressing her hands tightly against Zhang Yonglin's head, seemingly unaware that her pure and flawless body was being played with by a strange man. Her only thought seemed to be… I need warmth.

Zhang Yonglin inhaled the woman's unique fragrance, his lips and tongue greedily and almost roughly sucking at her nipples. He licked her most sensitive nipples, feeling them slowly harden and gradually protrude between his lips and tongue.

"Ah…" the woman groaned comfortably, her hands relaxing slightly.

Zhang Yonglin followed her curves, kissing every inch of her skin—her breasts, waist, abdomen, navel—leaving no area untouched. Reaching the hairy delta, he gently pulled down her moon-white underpants. His fingertips traversed the dense thicket, lightly brushing against her mysterious, moist lips. They felt cool to the touch, yet subtly moist. Zhang Yonglin felt his mouth go dry, his heart pounding wildly.

Zhang Yuting seemed to understand something, her whole body trembled, she let out a soft moan, and her strong thighs suddenly clamped tightly together. Zhang Yonglin's right hand was trapped between her snow-white legs, unable to move forward or backward.

He bent over and kissed Zhang Yuting. He lightly captured her cherry-like lips, the sweet fragrance entering her mouth and the faint aroma entering her nose. Zhang Yonglin closed his eyes, enjoying and savoring it. But Zhang Yuting suddenly opened her eyes wide and woke up with a start. She panicked and shook her head from side to side in fear, trying to avoid Zhang Yonglin's big mouth. However, Zhang Yonglin stretched out his left hand, held her head tightly, and kissed her fiercely again.

Chapter 24 Spring Love in the Ancient Cave (4)

Some women are elegant and refined, making them only to be admired from afar and not to be profaned; some women are delicate and fiery, making people want to rape them. Zhang Yuting was obviously such a person. Her weak, feeble resistance did not calm Zhang Yonglin down; instead, it fueled his lust, making his actions even more urgent and rough. He roughly straightened Zhang Yuting's head and kissed her fiercely, his tongue forcefully forcing open her teeth and entwining with her nimble tongue. The heavy kiss and deep sucking made Zhang Yuting's mind go blank, as if it had shut down. For over thirty years, no one had ever treated her like this, and she had never had any experience in this area. She felt as if her lungs had been emptied, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy, and her cold body heating up, a primal desire gradually rising within her.

Suddenly, she felt as if she had been electrocuted, a tingling and itchy sensation in her lower body; her legs tensed, but she could no longer keep them tightly together. A large hand was groping up and down in that shameful place. The large, rough hand, each stroke across her delicate vulva, gave her an unprecedented, wondrous sensation—a soft, tingling pleasure, a bittersweet longing. Her breathing grew heavy, her body slumped, and an indescribable thought surfaced in her mind.

This thought filled her with intense shame, a sense of suffocation. She felt that a pure and innocent woman shouldn't have such... such shameful thoughts. In her memory, only courtesans would cry out, "My lord, I want you!" Although her body began to contort, gradually relaxing, although the large hand roaming over her skin made her tremble with every touch, although that mysterious place was intensely itchy, waves of shameful desire constantly assaulting her brain, the increasingly intense cry from the depths of her soul, "I want you...", was forcibly suppressed at the corners of her mouth.

She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to suppress the cry within her heart. Suddenly, she felt a warmth in her chest. Zhang Yonglin, without her noticing, had once again taken Zuo Feng's nipple into his mouth. This wasn't just a simple act; he was gently biting it with his teeth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

Zhang Yonglin looked up, satisfied with his handiwork. Her already large breasts, under his caresses, swelled even more, the pale pink cherries deepening in color. Zhang Yuting's glossy black hair cascaded down her back and onto her chest. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows delicate, and her beautiful eyes tightly closed. She bit her lip, seemingly desperately suppressing the pleasure coursing through her body. Her fair neck turned to the side, forming a smooth curve that connected to her delicate shoulders. Her breasts, as smooth and translucent as peeled eggs, stood proudly erect. On her flat, smooth abdomen, a shallow dimple nestled in the center of her white jade stage. Her long, shapely, snow-white, and smooth thighs bent slightly at the knees, the glossy black forest where her legs met protecting her raised vulva. Her jade feet, intertwined, were as exquisite as ivory, her delicate toes resembling obediently sleeping silkworms.

Zhang Yonglin gazed intently at this perfectly crafted female body, his penis already hard as an iron rod, erect as a raging frog. He pulled down his trousers and climbed on top of her. Gently parting her cherry-like labia, he guided his penis to her mysterious and narrow entrance, thrusting in with his hips.

Zhang Yuting finally couldn't help but let out a soft cry, tears welling in her eyes.

On his first penetration, after only a few inches, Zhang Yonglin encountered resistance. He glanced at Zhang Yuting with some surprise. Could it be...? Impossible, wasn't she married? Now, disregarding everything else, he jerked his hips and thrust forward with all his might. Suddenly, he felt a sense of emptiness; the resistance lessened considerably, and his penis pierced almost completely, entering a warm cavity. A warm, smooth, and tightly enveloping sensation concentrated on his penis, rushing straight to his head.

He looked at Zhang Yuting, who just clenched her teeth, not uttering a sound. Having watched too many Japanese pornographic films, seeing Zhang Yuting's reaction ignited a fire within him, and he thrust even more vigorously.

A tearing, stinging pain in her flower path made Zhang Yuting's rosy face turn deathly pale. Amidst that tearing pain, a hot and hard penis was repeatedly thrusting in and out, filling the narrow flower path tightly, swelling and bulging. The rising heat seeped through the delicate flesh walls, spreading to her lower abdomen and limbs, bringing a touch of warmth amidst the stinging pain. Withdrawal left the flower path empty, with drops of love fluid slowly welling up, lubricating the flesh walls. The peach garden entrance opened, awaiting the next visit of the vajra.

Each insertion and withdrawal felt different, the most exquisite being the thrusting process. The raised brim of the glans fiercely rubbed against the tender flesh walls, erasing any itching sensation and replacing it with waves of pleasure. With repeated thrusting, the cavity overflowed with nectar, each piston-like movement accompanied by a loud sound. Zhang Yuting was completely lost in ecstasy. Her hands clenched into fists, all that remained in her memory was the tearing pain in her lower body, the shame of losing her virginity, and a faint sense of relief and pleasure.

Zhang Yonglin's movements grew increasingly intense, his body drenched in sweat, breathing rapidly. He felt waves of intense, electric-like pleasure surging from their joined bodies. His penis nearly ejaculated several times, but each time, at the crucial moment, he would distract himself, desperately suppressing it. He had only one thought: to make Zhang Yuting cry out in pleasure. But apart from the initial cry, she bit her lip tightly, remaining silent.

Zhang Yonglin, after all, was a novice, and his ability to endure this long was remarkable. His body shuddered, and a torrent of hot semen gushed forth, shooting deep into Zhang Yuting's core, causing her to convulse. Zhang Yonglin's body went limp, and he gently collapsed beside Zhang Yuting. Two streams of tears flowed from Zhang Yuting's eyes.

After the passion subsided, Zhang Yonglin felt a pang of regret. He stammered, "Zhang... I'm sorry."

*Slap!* Zhang Yuting slapped Zhang Yonglin hard across the face and began to sob.

Zhang Yonglin panicked and quickly hugged the woman, repeatedly saying, "Don't cry, you... I'll take responsibility, I'll marry you."

Zhang Yuting's body stiffened, her eyes rolled, and she glanced at him with surprise, a cold smile playing on her lips: "You... you're willing to marry me? Aren't you afraid of death? Don't you know what people in the martial arts world call me?"

Zhang Yonglin was stunned, not expecting Zhang Yuting to say such a thing. Seeing the deep resentment mixed with sorrow in her expression, he asked curiously, "What's your name?"

"Hibiscus Fairy, nobody calls me that anymore. So, you probably don't know. My other nickname is Black Widow!" Zhang Yuting said, tears streaming down her face. "I've married five men, but none of them survived."

"What?"

"Are you scared? I've married five men, so why am I still a virgin? Hehehehe." Zhang Yuting laughed, but it was a very tragic laugh. "Those five men either died on their wedding day, or on the eve of their wedding, or on their wedding night. None of them ever lived to see the next day."

"Zuo Lengchan, how could he be so ruthless!" Zhang Yonglin said hatefully.

Zhang Yuting was stunned. She asked in surprise, "You...what did you say? How did you know?"

Zhang Yonglin playfully patted Zhang Yuting's white bottom and said, "Don't worry about how I know. Just be my wife and be content. You've already given yourself to me anyway. In the eyes of the world, Zuo Lengchan is very powerful. In my eyes, he's nothing!"

Zhang Yuting looked at the confident Zhang Yonglin, momentarily shocked. She thought this young man would be terrified and run away in a panic after finding out, but he wasn't afraid at all.

"You...you're not afraid of him? Fine, if you can kill him, I'll marry you!" Zhang Yuting said hatefully.

Zhang Yonglin laughed: "Don't worry, I'll take care of Zuo Lengchan without you having to tell me. But, could you marry me first? And then..."

Zhang Yuting's face turned serious, and she said: "I don't want you to die now. Do you think you can handle Zuo Lengchan with your current skills?"

Zhang Yonglin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. After a while, he said again: "Then... then can we maintain this relationship for now, and wait..." As he spoke, his sly eyes glanced at Zhang Yuting's snow-white, jade-like body.

Zhang Yuting blushed...

Chapter 025 Spring Love in the Ancient Cave (5)

Why was Zhang Yonglin able to guess that it was Zuo Lengchan? Firstly, Tian Boguang had said that the person who was related to Zhang Yuting was a super master, and also from the Five Mountains Sword Sect; secondly, it was because of the Frost True Qi. Only one person in the Five Mountains Sword Sect could use the Frost True Qi, and that was Zuo Lengchan.

However, he was wrong about one thing. He assumed Zhang Yuting was Zuo Lengchan's mistress, and with the intention of cuckolding that bastard Zuo Lengchan, he slept with this young woman. After the passion subsided, he still felt a little ashamed; after all, he had forced someone to do something they shouldn't have. He thought Zhang Yuting would definitely cry and make a scene, even contemplating suicide, but to his surprise, she only cried for a while before calming down. The two even reached an agreement. This made Zhang Yonglin very happy. The Cold Ice True Qi was truly wonderful; it not only enhanced his power but also gifted him such a beautiful woman.

With the agreement reached, the atmosphere immediately became ambiguous. The two naked men and women lay together, the air filled with a hint of lewdness, a scene of pure spring.

Seeing Zhang Yonglin lying flat on his back, seemingly unconcerned, in a "T" shape, Zhang Yuting came to her senses. She endured the pain in her lower body and tried to sit up, turning her face to the side. Zhang Yonglin reached out with his left hand and pulled Zhang Yuting into his arms, laughing, "A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. It's still early. What are you doing up here?"

"It's already dawn," Zhang Yuting said shyly in a low voice

. Zhang Yonglin glanced at the cave ceiling and said, "You can't even see the sun in here. Let's wait a bit longer." As he spoke, he patted Zhang Yuting's shapely buttocks with his left hand.

Zhang Yuting winced in pain, feeling both annoyed and amused, but for some reason, she obediently lay on top of Zhang Yonglin, staring blankly at this young man of about 20 years old with her beautiful eyes, silent, seemingly lost in thought. After a while, she gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Zhang Yonglin was very satisfied with Zhang Yuting's behavior, and his large hands began to roam over her voluptuous body again. Zhang Yuting's eyes were filled with seductive allure, her breathing becoming heavy again. She pleaded softly, "I...please spare me..."

*Slap!* Zhang Yonglin slapped her buttocks again, saying disapprovingly, "Call me husband! You really don't know the rules!"

Zhang Yuting was startled. From the first time she met this young man, he had always possessed an air of domineering authority, bossing her around, yet she didn't know how to deal with him. Like a wronged little wife, she said pitifully, "Husband, I...please spare me...my lower body..."

Zhang Yonglin, seeing her shy appearance, knew she was a virgin, and her lower body must be in pain. But he teased, "You want it down there."

Zhang Yuting quickly changed her words, "No..." She suddenly realized that doing that thing was a wife's duty, and she was already his. This... Thinking of this, she didn't know how to bring it up. She gradually accepted the role of wife in her heart. More than a decade ago, she was one of the three most beautiful women in the martial arts world, the renowned "Hibiscus Fairy." Countless talented young men wanted to marry her, but she always refused. Then that incident happened, and she became despondent, marrying five men in succession, all of whom died. She became the feared "Black Widow," enduring endless scorn. Just when she thought she would never have the chance to be a good wife and mother again, she unexpectedly lost her virginity to this young man, who then promised to marry her. She wasn't a nun; how could she not want a good ending? For a moment, she hesitated, unsure whether she should agree to her young husband's request.

Zhang Yonglin hadn't expected Zhang Yuting to have so many thoughts in such a short time. He simply guided her hand towards his lower body, teasingly saying, "Feel it, it's already this hard. What if... what should we do?"

Zhang Yuting blushed. The thing in her hand was burning hot and as hard as an iron rod. She glanced at it subconsciously and was shocked. My God, it was so long and so thick! No wonder she felt those tearing pains earlier. She panicked and tried to pull her hand away, but Zhang Yonglin grabbed it firmly.

Zhang Yonglin continued to tease her, "Wife, what should we do?"

Zhang Yuting's face turned red. She lifted Zhang Yonglin's penis, her cherry-like mouth slightly parted, her soft lips like blooming petals. Her dreamy phoenix eyes gently closed, and then, guided by her slender white hand, her mouth slowly formed an "O" shape. She actually bent down and took it into her mouth.

Zhang Yonglin felt a surge of lightness, as if struck by lightning. His body stiffened, and he nearly ejaculated. He quickly steadied himself; if he ejaculated so suddenly, he would be utterly humiliated.

Zhang Yuting's cheeks puffed out, her fragrant tongue lightly touching his lips, her two rows of white teeth gently caressing him, slowly servicing Zhang Yonglin. Suddenly, she opened her mouth wide, straining forward to try and swallow Zhang Yonglin's penis completely. However, it was indeed too large; the glans had already penetrated her throat, but a section remained outside her mouth. Helpless, she slowly raised her head, using her luscious lips and warm mouth to suckle Ye Qing's penis! Under the sucking, the penis grew even thicker and longer. Zhang Yuting felt her mouth completely filled, making it difficult to even breathe.

"Faster...faster..." Zhang Yonglin felt his penis enter her warm little mouth, the lewd sensation incredibly pleasurable, and he kept urging him on. Zhang Yuting obediently sucked even harder, feeling her saliva constantly flowing down her chin, soaking Zhang Yonglin's thick, long penis, making his groin area extremely wet. This made the woman feel extremely embarrassed. Moreover, as she continued to suck on the penis, which was already wet with her saliva, she made an unpleasant "slurping" sound, this wet sound making Zhang Yuting even more ashamed!

While fondling and playing with the woman's firm breasts, Zhang Yonglin enjoyed her gentle yet pleasurable oral sex, feeling an immense sense of pride that surged within him with an uncontrollable pleasure. Suddenly, his body convulsed, and he abruptly pulled his penis out of Zhang Yuting's mouth! A thick stream of semen shot into the air, and Zhang Yonglin closed his eyes in bliss. Zhang Yuting then gently wiped Zhang Yonglin's genitals with a piece of her clothing, her mind filled with strange feelings, thinking about Zhang Yonglin's last actions. This man still cared for her; he knew she was clean, he hadn't... had ejaculated in her mouth.

After a long while, Zhang Yonglin finally calmed down. He hesitantly asked, "You..."

Zhang Yuting's cheeks were flushed, and she glanced at him gently with her bright eyes, saying, "Husband, are you... are you still comfortable?"

"Ah... comfortable, not bad. You..." Zhang Yonglin praised. Judging from what he'd just felt, Zhang Yuting must be doing this for the first time. She'd accidentally hurt herself at first, almost making him suspect she was going to bite off his manhood.

"I...I've seen others do it before, but...this really is my first time," Zhang Yuting quickly explained, seeing her husband's doubts.

But this only made things more unsettling. Had she seen it before? Zhang Yonglin's mind raced.

Zhang Yuting had endured countless scornful treatments over the years. His momentary hesitation immediately made her understand. She clenched her fist and lightly punched Zhang Yonglin's chest: "Back then, I killed a lecherous thief. At that time... at that time I saw..."

Zhang Yonglin chuckled, awkwardly covering up his embarrassment: "Of course I believe you. However, your technique isn't good enough yet. You need to practice more."

Seeing Zhang Yuting about to put on her clothes, Zhang Yonglin quickly said, "I'll help you." As he spoke, he picked up her bra, staring at her breasts and saying, "They're really big. I've never seen anything like them before. I guess they're a D-cup?"

"You... you've seen a lot?" Zhang Yuting was taken aback, a bitter feeling welling up inside her.

“Ah…” Zhang Yonglin was stunned. He knew that Zhang Yuting had misunderstood. When he said he had seen it, he meant the computer pictures he had seen before: “This… don’t misunderstand, I just looked at them, I didn’t even touch them.”

It would have been better not to say this at all. Zhang Yuting’s eyes widened, and she secretly cried out in her heart. She never thought that she would lose her virginity to a lecherous thief, and…

Zhang Yonglin explained again: “You misunderstood. When I said I looked at them, I didn’t mean I looked at them with my own eyes. I meant pictures… they are…”

“Are they erotic paintings?”

“Ah, yes… they are erotic paintings. Think about it, if I were a lecherous thief, would I have been that vigorous just now? My body would have been completely drained by now!”

Chapter 26 Secrets of the Bedroom (1)

The two left the ancient cave and hunted a few rabbits in the mountains to fill their stomachs. Zhang Yonglin originally planned to go back to the ancient cave and wait for the effects of the Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder on Zhang Yuting to wear off before going to settle accounts with the old man.

He had already learned the whole story from Zhang Yuting. This old man was named Wan Yushan. He and his brother, Wan Yunshan, were renowned for their wielding skills – one with a knife, the other with palm strikes – and were known as the "Dual Masters of Knife and Palm," notorious lecherous thieves in the martial arts world. Over a decade ago, these two committed countless heinous crimes, provoking the righteous to rise up and hunt them down. However, the two were cunning and treacherous, managing to abduct several female disciples of the Emei Sect during the raid. When Zhang Yuting went to their rescue, she was captured as well. At the critical moment, Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Songshan Sect, arrived, knocking Wan Yushan off a cliff and capturing Wan Yunshan. It was during that fight that Zuo Lengchan was captivated by Zhang Yuting's beauty and repeatedly confessed his love to her, wanting to take her as a concubine. However, Zhang Yuting was already engaged and politely refused him. Unexpectedly, Zuo Lengchan murdered Zhang Yuting's fiancé on their wedding night. Enraged, Zhang Yuting married four more men in quick succession, but tragically, none of them survived. From then on, the name "Black Widow" was associated with Zhang Yuting.

Zhang Yuting didn't want to stay in the cave anymore and insisted on going to a nearby town to wash herself. Left with no other choice, Zhang Yonglin took her to find a town. Being unfamiliar with the area and the mountains sparsely populated, they didn't find one until sunset. In town, they bought some clothes, booked a superior room at an inn, and ordered some dishes.

In the candlelight, Zhang Yuting's snow-white skin seemed veiled in a yellow gauze. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her bright eyes were unfocused, as if she had something on her mind. Zhang Yonglin reached out and held her soft hand, asking, "Ting'er, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah? Oh, nothing... nothing at all." Zhang Yuting snapped out of her reverie. She had been thinking about what happened in the cave the previous night and thought Zhang Yonglin had seen through her thoughts. A blush instantly spread across her face, making her blush deeply.

Although Zhang Yuting was a virgin, she possessed the allure of a mature woman. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face was rosy, and her breasts were particularly prominent. She had a slender waist, round, firm buttocks, and long, shapely legs. Looking at him, Zhang Yonglin couldn't help but swallow hard.

His lecherous gaze and naked stare sent a shiver down Zhang Yuting's spine. It felt as if her clothes were being stripped away piece by piece under this young man's gaze, and as if a large hand was roughly kneading her body. She felt seven parts embarrassment and three parts pleasure.

"You… what are you going to do?" Zhang Yuting asked nervously as he stood up.

Zhang Yonglin chuckled, plopped down beside her, and said, "Your husband just wants my little Ting'er to serve me a little."

Suddenly, Zhang Yuting's pretty face turned as red as a crabapple blossom. A wave of dizziness washed over her. Little Ting'er, oh my god, I'm older than him, and he wants me to serve him… Could it be that he wants me to…

Zhang Yonglin seemed to see through her thoughts, his expression faltering. He teased, "What a lecherous woman! What are you thinking? I just meant for you to feed me."

"Ah?!" Zhang Yuting nodded somewhat shyly, but couldn't help giving him a sidelong glance.

Their eyes met, and Zhang Yonglin felt a jolt, as if struck by lightning. He teased, "Ting'er, what were you thinking about just now?"

Zhang Yuting blushed, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, and brought it to Zhang Yonglin's lips, saying, "Eat up, this isn't enough to shut you up."

Zhang Yonglin shook his head, displeased, "Is this how you feed someone? You have to use your mouth!" As he spoke, he gently patted Zhang Yuting's shapely buttocks, then affectionately pinched them.

Zhang Yuting shuddered, almost dropping the food with her chopsticks. She reluctantly ate a bite, leaned against Zhang Yonglin, her small red lips slightly upturned, preparing to feed him the food.

Zhang Yonglin kissed her fiercely, swallowing the food in one gulp, then kissed Zhang Yuting deeply, his hands unable to resist climbing onto her breasts.

"Ah," Zhang Yuting gasped softly.

The two ate like this, feeding each other bite by bite. After finishing their meal, Zhang Yuting asked the waiter to boil water so she could take a bath in her room. The house had two courtyards; the outer courtyard was the living room, and the bedroom was through a moon gate.

Once the water was hot, Zhang Yuting lowered the earthen-yellow curtain at the moon gate, glanced at Zhang Yonglin sitting in the bedroom, and whispered, "Husband, you...I...do you want to take a bath?"

Zhang Yonglin laughed, "Of course! Not only do we need to bathe, but we need to take a bath together! Come, let me undress you." He then walked over. Having

just consummated their relationship, Zhang Yuting was still a little shy and said shyly, "No...I...I can do it myself."

"Then help me undress," Zhang Yonglin said, not wanting to be outdone. "If you won't help me, then help me!"

Zhang Yuting glanced at her little man and thought he was very domineering, but for some reason, she liked this kind of domineering. She went over and removed Zhang Yonglin's long robe, leaving him only in his underwear. She hesitated, but Zhang Yonglin chuckled and quickly pulled down his own pants, revealing his erect penis. Even though it was only the second time she'd seen it, Zhang Yuting was still a little embarrassed. She couldn't help but pout and ask, "You...how are you?"

Zhang Yonglin turned around, nonchalantly saying, "Hey, we're all family, what's there to be afraid of? Haven't you seen it before?" With that, he slapped his bottom, his penis lightly touching Zhang Yuting's thigh, and laughed, "Look, it's saying hello."

Zhang Yuting blushed deeply and pushed him from behind, saying, "Go wash up."

Zhang Yonglin cheerfully stepped into the wooden tub, plopped down, and said, "Take off your clothes, let your husband take a good look at you."

Zhang Yuting was stunned, even more embarrassed now. She regretted it; she should have just let...let him help her undress. But it was too late for regrets now, and she could only shyly and bashfully undress. A snow-white body quickly appeared before Zhang Yonglin's eyes, its curves perfectly defined. However, Zhang Yuting covered herself with one hand on her chest and the other on her thigh, a gesture that only fueled Zhang Yonglin's desire, causing his manhood to throb once more.

Zhang Yuting gently stepped into the wooden tub, but Zhang Yonglin pulled her close. She lost her balance and fell against him, clinging tightly to him. Her fair breasts pressed against his chest, quite ample. Zhang Yonglin's left hand supported her slender waist, his right hand resting on her buttocks. His fingers moved down to her vulva, gently parting the two tender red labia, slowly probing inside.

Zhang Yuting twisted her waist and said softly, "Husband, let's...let's wash ourselves first, and then..."

"And then what?"

"You can take whatever you want..." Zhang Yuting whispered.

Chapter 27 Secrets of the Bedroom (2)

The wooden tub was steaming, and thin steam rose and filled the room like a thin mist. Zhang Yonglin lay comfortably in the tub with his eyes slightly closed. His large hands, like playful children, roamed over the young woman's body, kneading and rubbing.

Zhang Yuting's face was flushed, her eyes were alluring, and she was panting softly. Her shapely body was faintly visible in the steam. Under the caress of his large hands, she was like a graceful and charming lotus emerging from the water, swaying in the wind, both wanting to resist and welcoming. Her fair skin was covered with water droplets, crystal clear, like a blood-stained agate stone. It was smooth and delicate, with a faint blush, making one's heart flutter. Her slender and well-proportioned arms swayed gently, and her white hands were slowly moving over Zhang Yonglin's chest, rubbing him.

What a beautiful and heartwarming scene it was! But Zhang Yonglin's lewd laughter completely ruined it. He reached out and moved her soft, alabaster-like hand to his penis, saying, "Look, it's erect again. We should treat it, shouldn't we?"

Zhang Yuting still couldn't get used to Zhang Yonglin's shamelessness and smiled shyly, "Let's... let's go to bed."

"Okay. I'll wipe you down!" Zhang Yonglin sprang up from the water and grabbed a clean white towel from the side.

Under Zhang Yonglin's lustful gaze, Zhang Yuting stood up shyly, covering her private parts. Although she was over thirty, she was still a virgin. Her body exuded mature charm, but her heart was like that of a young girl in her late teens. Zhang Yonglin chuckled, "Ting'er, how can I wipe you down if you're covering yourself like this?" As he spoke, he separated her hands.

The jade rabbit leaped out, hopping freely in the thin mist. White and tender, perfectly proportioned, a deep jade cleavage cascaded down its length, water droplets forming lines that flowed down the cleavage, across the flat, fertile field, and finally disappeared into a dense, dark forest.

She lowered her head and said, "I...I can do it myself."

"Hehe, what are you saying? It's my duty to wipe my wife's body. If you want to, you can help me later," Zhang Yonglin said, lifting her from the wooden tub and placing her on the ground. He gently wiped her body with a towel, from her snowy neck to her soft breasts, giving them a light pinch, and then down to her slender waist. Zhang Yonglin squatted down, tilted his head, and said, "Ting'er, spread your legs a little wider. How can I help you wipe like this?"

Zhang Yuting's face was flushed, and her eyes were watery with desire. She was standing there in a daze, feeling both shy and happy. When she heard Zhang Yonglin's words, she subconsciously spread her legs apart. Below her fluffy black forest, a moist slit was revealed, and two bright red labia were presented to Zhang Yonglin.

Zhang Yonglin couldn't resist leaning closer to examine it closely. The raised mons pubis extended downwards, forming a narrow triangle at the base of the thighs. On either side were the raised, bright red labia majora, like two tightly closed jade doors, leaving only a small, deep red slit. A small, round opening was faintly visible in the center of the slit. Above the slit was the pink clitoris, with dark pubic hair only distributed around the clitoris and the upper edge of the labia majora. Most of the original pink color of the labia majora was exposed, appearing very tender. The lower edge of the labia majora met, forming a thin frenulum that continued all the way to the anus, which was also tightly closed like a chrysanthemum. Here was a treacherous valley, where the skin regained its crystalline white color. On either side were round, plump buttocks like small hills, white and soft like curdled milk.

A breath of warm air landed on the labia majora. Zhang Yuting's body trembled, suddenly realizing she had been tricked, having opened up such a shameful place for him to see. She let out a soft cry and leaned back, resting against the edge of the wooden tub. She quickly reached out to steady herself, but her legs involuntarily spread wider.

Zhang Yonglin teased, "Wife, that's more like it."

Seeing Zhang Yonglin leaning closer again, she quickly closed her legs, forgetting in her haste that Zhang Yonglin's head was between them, effectively trapping his head between them. Zhang Yonglin mischievously exhaled, clearly seeing the tender flesh tremble violently before her legs relaxed. Zhang Yonglin laughed heartily, while Zhang Yuting, both embarrassed and angry, lightly slapped him.

He extended two fingers, carefully placing them on Zhang Yuting's delicate labia majora; the thin, tender skin seemed ready to be broken at a touch. His other fingers played with Zhang Yuting's mons pubis and pubic hair. He gently parted the labia majora, and the vulva slowly opened, astonished by the structure of the female body. Behind the pink door was another small door, leading to a pair of labia minora. Further in, the round vaginal opening was finally revealed; this alluring fleshy orifice was about to welcome a new guest. Zhang Yonglin felt his massive member harden, eager to penetrate the small opening and thrust straight into the uterus.

"Husband… let… let's go to bed," Zhang Yuting said sweetly.

Zhang Yonglin stood up, tossed aside the towel, and swept the young woman up in his arms, carrying her to the bed. Once on the bed, Zhang Yuting was visibly nervous, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her eyes closed, her body trembling slightly. It seemed the pain of the previous night still lingered in her mind. Zhang Yonglin, however, wasn't in a hurry to explore this paradise. Instead, he leaned down, his head close to Zhang Yuting's, and whispered in her ear, "Ting'er, relax. Yesterday was your first time, of course it hurt a little. Today, it's the end of the hardship, and I guarantee you'll think about it every day from now on." As he spoke, he gently nibbled on Zhang Yuting's ear. A pair of hands gently pressed against her soft breasts. Her firm, snow-white peaks were pinched, kneaded, rubbed, grasped, and squeezed under his hands; the smooth skin gradually trembled, and her fair complexion slowly turned pink under his constant caresses. Zhang Yonglin began kissing Zhang Yuting's nipples; the pitiful red cherries slowly became bright red and firm under his constant licking and sucking. His right hand's caresses of her vulva also escalated; his index finger began to thrust in and out of her vagina, occasionally lifting the vaginal walls. Zhang Yuting's newly opened vulva, subjected to this sudden attack, secreted more and more lubrication. He put his index finger in his mouth and tasted it; it had a slightly sweet taste.

He simply sat on the edge of the bed, lifted Zhang Yuting's flawless white body around the waist, and laid her horizontally in his arms. Zhang Yuting's slender waist rested on his hairy thighs, her delicate neck nestled in his strong arms, her head tilted back, her long black hair cascading down her fair, naked body, her lower body leaning limply against the bed, forming a curved line, her snow-white body exuding a faint fragrance. Zhang Yonglin buried his head in her breasts, sucking and licking them, his left hand supporting her smooth back, while his right hand tirelessly caressed her high breasts, flat abdomen, fair thighs, and soft buttocks, occasionally reaching between her legs to fondle her slightly raised mons pubis and tender vulva. His erection was already high, touching her skin, as soft and delicate as almond tofu, and as smooth and white as a peeled egg.

Zhang Yuting's naked body was tightly embraced, rising and falling with Zhang Yonglin's movements. Her long hair was disheveled and draped over her back, as if dividing her body. Under Zhang Yonglin's prolonged caresses, especially the constant stimulation of her breasts and genitals, her pure body became increasingly alluring and captivating.

After a period of foreplay, the young woman's body finally relaxed. Zhang Yonglin seized the opportunity to thrust deeply, pounding repeatedly into the deepest part of her flower path! She was already panting heavily, and now her whole body trembled uncontrollably. Her breasts bounced back and forth, the extreme pleasure almost making her scream, but she secretly bit her lip, desperately suppressing the pleasure within her.

Zhang Yonglin was somewhat surprised. He said, "If you want to scream, then scream. It's too painful to hold back."

Zhang Yuting's face was flushed, her mind already far away, and she didn't even hear Zhang Yonglin's words. A man isn't afraid of a woman scolding him; he's afraid of a woman's lack of response in bed. Zhang Yonglin, thinking Zhang Yuting wasn't experiencing much pleasure, could only calm himself and desperately continue his piston-like movements.

After a while, Zhang Yuting finally couldn't bear it any longer and cried out, "Ah!" Then, her whole body convulsed, and a glistening nectar overflowed from her flower path, engulfing Zhang Yonglin's penis. She was covered in fragrant sweat, her dignified and beautiful face completely replaced by lustful and seductive expressions. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of a languid and satisfied, incredibly alluring charm, and she kept emitting captivating moans.

Encouraged by this, Zhang Yonglin intensified his movements. Amidst her soft moans, Zhang Yuting cried out intermittently, "Husband... have mercy..."

"Call me brother!" Zhang Yonglin commanded sternly.

"Brother... have mercy... have mercy on Ting'er." Zhang Yuting's snow-white body turned completely flushed, her hands loosened, and she had no strength left in her body, only able to plead desperately.

Seeing her cry out, Zhang Yonglin felt a surge of pride. He pulled out his penis, but said persistently, "Ting'er, look, it's still erect. What do you think we should do?"

Zhang Yuting's face flushed. "Brother, I... I really... Ting'er..."

It seemed she truly couldn't resist. Zhang Yonglin shook his head. What to do? Suddenly, he noticed Zhang Yuting's high, firm breasts and laughed, "Ting'er, let's play 'steamed bun with fried dough stick' again today."

With that, he flipped over and straddled Zhang Yuting, pushing his penis through her cleavage. He squeezed her breasts together with both hands, his buttocks trembling, and began thrusting again. In an instant, the room was filled with passion.

The next day, early in the morning, the two got up. Zhang Yonglin didn't care, but Zhang Yuting, remembering the frenzy of the previous night, couldn't help but lightly slap Zhang Yonglin. Zhang Yonglin, confused, asked, "What's wrong?"

"You're so annoying," Zhang Yuting whispered.

Zhang Yonglin chuckled, "So, do you like it or not?"

Zhang Yuting, her eyes bright as silk, playfully scolded, "You're such a rascal!" Suddenly, she exclaimed with delight, "The effects of the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder have worn off, and my kung fu has returned to normal. Let's go find Wan Yushan and settle the score!"

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