Ten Scenery Satin 141-160

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Scenes of Satin (One Hundred and Forty- One ) 　　===

... He paused for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly, as if praising some precious treasure, and said, "So beautiful, so beautiful. Miss Ziyuan, I have never seen such a beautiful woman, so exquisitely sculpted. Tell me, how can I become as beautiful as you?" 　　Ziyuan's face flushed red with shame and fear. She whispered, "Why... am I here? I... I..." She wanted to speak, but felt weak all over. The water in the cave was extremely cold, and she felt hungry. Suddenly, she felt limp and powerless, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak. Looking around again , she suddenly couldn't see Mo Feishi's figure in the dark surroundings. 　　From an unknown source, a faint voice drifted over: "A great man wants to see you and asked our Boss Kou for help. Boss Kou sent me to invite you here." The voice continued softly, "I specially gave you a bath. Don't you feel much better? I really love your body. I licked it again and again. It's so good, so good..." 　　Zi Yuan felt a chill in her heart and stammered, "You...you..." Suddenly, a soft touch brushed against her fragrant shoulder, and a palm gently rubbed against her. Mo Fei Shi's voice whispered in her ear, "This is the feeling, so smooth...so tender...so wonderful..." 　　Zi Yuan was shocked and hurriedly turned to push him away, but pushed at empty air. Looking down, she saw a woman in a light robe squatting by the pool, her features elegant, her smile radiant. Her right sleeve was empty; she was missing an arm. In terms of appearance alone, she could be called a stunning beauty, but her skin seemed to contain a faint bluish tinge, which looked rather eerie in the dim light. 　　Mo Fei smiled and said, "Not used to it? It's alright, I'll teach you slowly later." Her eyes lingered on Zi Yuan, as if admiring a fine treasure, her gaze filled with tenderness and infatuation. Zi Yuan was taken aback to find the person a woman, but her composure returned. She lowered her head , quickly recalling, "Yes, that night Yin-mei heard strange noises and went outside to check. Xuan-mei was sitting beside me , but suddenly fainted. After that…after that…it felt like something gently touched the back of my head, but I didn't feel anything…" 　　She looked up and saw Mo Fei holding a piece of silk fabric—a peach-colored bodice . Mo Fei said softly, "Miss Zi Yuan, take your clothes to wash; they're not dry yet. Please wear this; we have to go see Boss Kou." Suddenly, a shadow flickered, and a black silk ribbon shot out from her empty right sleeve, plunging into the water and wrapping around Zi Yuan's waist. Zi Yuan felt a lightness as the ribbon pulled her out of the water, leaving a trail of ripples, and landed steadily on the shore. The ribbon was then retrieved and tucked back into her sleeve . Although Mo Fei was a woman, Zi Yuan couldn't let her see her naked body. Emerging from the pool , her delicate form fully exposed, she instantly blushed crimson, pressing her legs together to cover herself while accepting the undergarment. 　　Mo Fei squinted at Zi Yuan, a smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "If that important person and Boss Kou don't make things difficult for you, I can treat you well from now on. Good girl, do you like it ?" Zi Yuan noticed the strange look in Mo Fei's eyes and her heart skipped a beat. She whispered, " Where are Miss Murong and Miss Hua who were with me? Where are they?" Mo Fei chuckled softly, saying, "Little Murong, she's quite difficult to deal with. I need to think carefully about how to capture her; that's a matter for later." She sighed softly He said, "That little sister named Hua Xuan is such a beautiful girl. I liked her at first sight and really wanted to get intimate with her, but I didn't have a free hand. Alas, what can I do ? I'm missing an arm. If it weren't for that, I would have brought her back with you. It's such a pity that I only kissed such a lovely girl for a short while." Upon hearing this, Zi Yuan felt slightly relieved and thought to herself, " That's good. At least Yin Mei and Xuan Mei are probably safe." 　　As she spoke, Zi Yuan had already put on her bodice, but it was unclear whether she took out any other clothes. Seeing Mo Fei smilingly watching her body, her tongue occasionally licking her lips as if she were facing a delicacy , Zi Yuan felt both ashamed and startled. She thought to herself, "This woman is so strange, it's really unsettling." Enduring her embarrassment, she whispered, "What about the rest... clothes?" 　　Mo Fei smiled and said, "Miss Zi Yuan, a beauty like you is pleasing to the eye at first sight. Why would you need to wear pretty clothes? It's just a bit chilly here. I'd be so worried if you got cold. Wear this to keep warm." As she spoke, she took a snow-white gauze robe and draped it over Zi Yuan's body. The gauze robe was light and thin, and since Zi Yuan's body was not dry, the parts that clung to her skin were almost transparent , making her lower body slightly hazy. However, her legs could not be completely covered, and her beautiful, sculpted legs were even more alluring. Zi Yuan blushed, and for a moment, she felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen. She understood immediately: " These people are deliberately humiliating me; they must have something to gain. This woman knows martial arts, so even if I resist, it's useless. I'll see what they intend to do first, and then decide what to do." 　　At first, she realized her clothes were completely removed and she was being held hostage, which made her panic. However, being experienced in life, she quickly calmed herself. Knowing that the thin fabric of her bodice couldn't cover much of her skin, she had no intention of showing weakness or begging. She simply straightened herself up slightly and calmly... Mo Fei said, "Since that's the case, please lead the way." 　　He glanced at Zi Yuan, a slightly strange smile on his face, and said, "Follow me, and don't wander off. This 'Abyss of Sin' is cold and dark; if you get lost, you'll suffer terribly. Or if you run into our Second Brother Yun, that would be even worse. A delicate person like you would surely be killed in his bed; how could I bear that?" 　　Zi Yuan remained silent, following Mo Fei through the damp, cold, and dark tunnel. The path twisted and turned, sometimes high, sometimes low.

The tunnels were underground passages formed by following the terrain. A faint, emerald light emanated from the cracks in the rock walls,
its placement unknown, flickering like lamplight, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding stone pillars, further enhancing the
sinister and terrifying atmosphere of this "abyss of sin."

Following the tunnels, they arrived at a grotto, where a large vermilion door stood at the end, its two golden knockers
gleaming . Two naked women knelt before the door,
their faces immediately showing fear upon seeing Mo Feishi. Zi Yuan found this strange, but then heard Mo Feishi smile faintly and say softly, "
Open the door What are you standing there for?"

The two women stood up tremblingly, pushed open the door forcefully, and lowered their heads, not daring to look
at . Mo Fei stood by the door, turned back to smile at Zi Yuan, waved her hand, and said softly, "Miss Zi Yuan,
please!"

Seeing that she didn't go in first, Zi Yuan suddenly felt afraid. She composed herself slightly, stepped inside, and saw
a magnificent hall behind the door, lavishly furnished. In the center were two large tiger-skin chairs. On one of them
sat a masked man in black, whose age, appearance, height, and build were indistinguishable.
A person stood in front of the other chair, his back to her. On either side of the hall were rows of sandalwood chairs, only one of
which an elderly man. Behind the two rows of chairs stood more than ten people, whose eyes turned to Zi Yuan as she entered
.

A rumbling sound followed, and the door closed again. Someone entered the hall and whispered,
"Boss Kou, Sect Leader Long, Miss Ziyuan is here!"

The person who had been facing away from Ziyuan turned around, his gaze falling on her. A slight, cold smile appeared on his face; it was none other than Long Yuqing, the sect leader
of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. Upon seeing him, Ziyuan couldn't help but gasp softly, her heart leaping
: "Long Yuqing? He had me captured; it must be related to Young Master Wen." Thinking of Wen Yuan, Ziyuan's
spirits lifted, her eyes brightened, and her fear lessened as she looked directly at Long Yuqing.

Long Yuqing sized up Zi Yuan several times, a slight smile playing on his lips. He said, "Do you know your situation?
When I ask you something later, you must tell the truth, or the suffering you will endure will be unimaginable."

Zi Yuan felt the gazes of everyone around her constantly scrutinizing her, like those of hungry
wild beasts . She was understandably terrified, but she refused to give in easily
. Hearing the threat in Long Yuqing's voice, she immediately said softly, "If it is something I can tell you, I will. But if not, I will not utter a
single word." There was not a trace of fear in her words.

Long Yuqing sneered, "Don't be stubborn. In Mr. Kou's 'Abyss of Sin,' no
one will come to your rescue. I've heard that Ziyuan of Hangzhou is a peerless beauty, a rare gem in the world. I don't want to take your
life. As long as you cooperate obediently, I'll have Mr. Kou remove your name from the gift list, saving you
from becoming the ultimate gift at the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet."

Ziyuan didn't know what the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet was, and was slightly taken aback, remaining silent. Long Yuqing sneered again,
then his expression turned solemn, and he said, "You've been by Wen Yuan's side, so you naturally know
the mysteries .' Tell me the secrets of this zither, don't hide anything."

The Seven-Stringed Zither of Civil and Martial Arts was originally a treasured possession of Wen Yuan's sect, given to him by Ren Jianqing. Ziyuan had also played this zither,
which helped Wen Yuan reach a new level of martial arts and defeat Wei Gaoxin, the guardian of Jingling. Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan, both skilled in music
, complemented each other perfectly. Through their insights gained from the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin, Wen Yuan's martial arts improved daily, and Zi Yuan, assisting him
in his training , naturally gained a deep understanding of its mysteries, also making significant progress in music herself.

In contrast, Long Yuqing's martial arts
were unfathomable nothing. He failed to force Ren Jianqing to reveal the secrets of the qin, and was subsequently rescued by Han Xuqing, Xiang Yang, Wen Yuan, and
others, further fueling his resentment. He led a group to attack the inn, scattering Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan, intending to
capture Zi Yuan and force her to reveal the cultivation method of the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin.

Coincidentally, the "Fragrance-Stealing Banquet" was approaching, and Long Yuqing
negotiated a deal with the "Abyss of Sin," the Four Non-Humans, agreeing to help him search for and capture Zi Yuan. Once she revealed everything she knew, he would hand her over
to Kou Feitian to present at the Fragrance-Stealing Banquet.

At this time, Emperor Zhengtong had personally led his army to conquer the Oirat Mongols. According to Zhengtong's wishes, Long Yuqing should have been ordered to escort the emperor,
but Long Yuqing made excuses and sent two experts, Wei Gaoxin and Ge Yuandang, to take his place, while he devoted himself
to studying the martial arts of the Seven-Stringed Qin. Now that Ziyuan had finally fallen into his hands, Long Yuqing was overjoyed and
immediately interrogated her.

Zi Yuan, being exceptionally intelligent, naturally understood that Long Yuqing's intention wasn't with the zither itself, but rather to learn the martial arts secrets contained within it. She
immediately smiled and said, "Young Master Wen's ability to glean martial arts from the zither is a testament to his intelligence. I, however, know no martial arts;
why ask me, Mr. Long?"

Long Yuqing snorted and said, "You played a tune on the Wenwu Seven-String Zither, and Wen Yuan was saved from danger
, defeating my subordinate Wei Gaoxin. Is that not true? You must know the secrets of this Wenwu Seven-String Zither; speak quickly
!"

Zi Yuan gently shook her head and said, "This zither is indeed very good, but to me, it's just a good zither
." "What secret? I truly don't know how Young Master Wen could conceive of those wondrous martial arts techniques.
Mr. Long, you are already a grandmaster in martial arts, so why are you so fixated on this? To understand the mysteries of the zither,
one must first learn the zither. Once you learn the zither's peaceful and harmonious essence, and express your inner feelings through its playing, you will naturally gain understanding;
it cannot be forced."

Long Yuqing's face was stern, and he coldly said, "I didn't realize you were so stubborn. I'll make you suffer a little
, and see if you'll stop talking." As he spoke, he gestured, and suddenly several pipa notes rang out from the crowd, the melody
incredibly beautiful and moving.

Zi Yuan had a deep impression of this melody and recognized it as Kang Qiyue's pipa playing. Her heart stirred, and she
looked in the direction of the sound, indeed seeing Kang Qiyue sitting in the crowd, casually plucking the strings, a slight cold smile on her lips.

Suddenly, Zi Yuan felt the heat in her abdomen intensify, as if it had transformed into a ball of flame
, swirling and circulating within her body, making her unbearably hot. A wave of dizziness washed over Zi Yuan, and she was startled: "
What's wrong? It feels...it feels a bit hot..." The heat spread even faster, and in an instant
, Zi Yuan felt her entire body burning hot, her heart pounding faster and faster, and she just wanted to gasp for breath. She was momentarily at a loss
, quickly pressing her hand to her lips to avoid actually breathing out, which would be extremely embarrassing.

The thin gauze, which had been slightly dried, was now slowly soaked with sweat, gradually clinging to her skin. From her shoulders
to her chest, the white and pinkish hue shimmered alluringly under the moisture. Her bright red bodice was also...
Soaked through, the liquid seeped through the white gauze, making Zi Yuan's jade-like body appear even more delicate and alluring. Amidst the pipa music, Zi Yuan's
eyes were almost closed, her mind hazy as if in a dream. Overwhelmed with shame, she thought, "So
that's how it is … they… they drugged me…"

Kang Qiyue's "Mad Dream Melody" was primarily meant to seduce men, and her musical skill was inferior to Zi Yuan's, making it difficult to arouse her
into wantonness and loss of control. Her performance at this moment merely stirred her emotions slightly, triggering the effects of the drug within her.
Zi Yuan was already exhausted, and now her body was burning with desire. She could hardly control her lust, but felt a cool,
wet sensation went weak. She couldn't help but collapse to the ground, her lips tightly closed, yet she still managed to let out soft moans: "Ugh...ugh...
"

The disciples of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, brought by Long Yuqing, were on either side. Seeing Zi Yuan's waning composure and increasingly alluring appearance,
coupled with the urging of Kang Qiyue's pipa music, their blood boiled, and their lust was aroused. If Long Yuqing hadn't been present, they probably
would have already pounced on Zi Yuan's body, indulging in their desires. Even so, their hungry gazes, as if wanting to
devour , remained fixed on her snow-white skin, barely concealed by the white veil. Zi Yuan's gauze dress was disheveled, her legs tightly closed, and she barely
managed to cover her chest with her arms. Her mind was gradually becoming hazy. In her shock, she saw Long Yuqing's arrogant and cold smile, and her
cheeks flushed red with shame. She was so anxious that she almost cried out in her heart: "No...no! If I...if I 　　can't hold
back, then...then...it's all over..." Suddenly , she felt a flow between her thighs, and her love fluid had overflowed and was about to flow down her legs. Ten Scenery Satin (142) === ... 　　Zi Yuan felt dizzy, and a warm sensation gradually spread between her legs. The white gauze, soaked with her love fluid, was slowly losing its concealing effect, revealing a dark shadow beneath. In her shame and panic, she could only press her legs together and cover herself with her hands. Even so, the fluid, sometimes clear, sometimes thick, still covered her inner thighs. Although others couldn't see it, Zi Yuan knew it clearly. She blushed crimson, biting her lower lip to suppress any sound. 　　However, the unbearable heat within her body wouldn't subside; sweat dripped from her flushed cheeks, and a surge of heat rose in her throat, making her want to let out a loud cry and moan. Suddenly realizing her dazed state, Zi Yuan quickly covered her mouth with her hand, managing to stop the moaning, but she was already trembling all over , her chest heaving violently. 　　At this moment, Kang Qiyue stopped playing the pipa. Mo Fei quietly walked behind Zi Yuan, bent down, breathed on her ear, and whispered, "Don't force yourself. Aren't you soaking wet down there? Your body feels empty , doesn't it? Good girl, just be a good girl. We won't hurt you, and we'll make you feel so comfortable, so comfortable..." As she spoke, she gently stroked the back of Zi Yuan's neck with her fingers and breathed on her again. 　　These few words were light and gentle, yet they seemed to possess a magical power, each word tugging at Zi Yuan's heartstrings, making her cheeks flush and her increasingly shy. With Mo Fei's fingertips lightly caressing her skin, she suddenly couldn't control herself, and a soft gasp escaped from her throat: "Ah...uh...ah ah..." This　　voice carried only three parts coquettishness, but seven parts hesitation, making the hearts of the Huangling Sect members itch unbearably . Mo Fei smiled faintly and gracefully stepped aside. At this moment, Zi Yuan was drenched in sweat, her skin flushed a rosy pink, her eyes glazed with unbearable dread, and she swayed unsteadily, almost collapsing to the ground. Suddenly, her cherry lips trembled slightly, and a groggy voice escaped her lips: "Wen... Yuan... Yuan..." 　　Long Yuqing coldly laughed: "The location of this 'Abyss of Sin' is extremely well hidden. Even if that brat Wen Yuan has extraordinary abilities, he cannot come here to save you, and no one else will come to save you. You don't need to struggle in vain. If you know what's good for you, just submit quickly, otherwise, hmph, hmph! You have experienced the taste of being raped before, and you don't want to try it a few more times, do you?" 　　Zi Yuan's body trembled, her head lowered, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. She breathed heavily a few times, then suddenly tossed her head, swept her hair with her right hand, and her long, dark, silky hair spread out, fluttering and dancing, cascading down her chest , shoulders, and back, contrasting beautifully with her fair skin. 　　She clenched her right hand, closed her eyes, and her disordered breathing seemed to reveal that she had lost her last bit of composure. Long Yuqing thought to himself, "This little girl has finally given up." He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly saw Ziyuan raise her right hand slightly, a strand of hair on her forehead brushing back, her eyes suddenly becoming clear, and a bright yellow light flashing between her fingers—it was a gold hairpin in her hair. 　　In an instant, Ziyuan's right fist slammed down, and a stream of blood gushed out. The gold hairpin had pierced her right thigh, and bright red blood flowed freely, soaking a patch of white gauze. This unexpected move shocked everyone, and Long Yuqing's eyes widened in astonishment. 　　Ziyuan bit her lip tightly, clearly in great pain. With a twist of her wrist, the half of the gold hairpin embedded in her skin rotated, and the wrinkles in her gauze dress were all stained red with blood. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her soft lower lip was almost bitten until it bled. 　　She slowly pulled out the gold hairpin, stood up unsteadily, her chest still slightly heaving , but her expression had calmed down, the previous blush gone, replaced by a pale look. Looking at Long Yuqing, she said softly, "A gentleman desires profit but does not do what is wrong. Mr. Long, you are Wen Gongzi's senior ; don't you feel it's beneath your dignity to use such methods?" 　　Long Yuqing had thought Ziyuan would have given up resisting long ago, but he hadn't expected her to choose to injure herself, using the pain to clear her mind rather than submit. She had calmly and directly criticized him, leaving him speechless, unable to retaliate. He couldn't help but scrutinize the frail girl before him. "You 've got Yuqing said. "But the effects of the medicine haven't worn off yet. Once the pain in your leg subsides, the medicine will take its toll again, and you'll inevitably be unable to endure it. Let's see if you can still be so stubborn then." Zi Yuan said softly, "If I can't take it anymore, I can stab myself again. Since no one can help me, I have to save myself." 　　Long Yuqing saw a trickle of blood flowing down her right leg, past her ankle, and dripping onto the ground. Although it was just a superficial wound, seeing her decisiveness when she stabbed her leg with the hairpin, and her resolute and calm words now, he pondered for a moment, stared at Zi Yuan, and said coldly, "There are more ways to deal with you than just this. If you're really smart..."

" You should have stabbed my throat, not my thigh. As long as you don't die, I, Long, can force you to obey
." Zi Yuan gently shook her head and said, "I won't commit suicide, no matter how you treat me."
Long Yuqing asked, "Why?"

Zi Yuan smiled slightly, gently closed her eyes, and remained silent for a long time before opening her eyes and saying, "
Mr. , you've already inquired about me, haven't you?" Long Yuqing glared at her but didn't answer. Zi Yuan
said, "In the past, I did have thoughts of suicide, but now it's different. Now there's someone
I want to be with, and I have some very good friends. They are all very important people to me.
If I die like this, it would be a real disservice to them, and it would be too disrespectful to my own life.
I've survived the hardships I've faced in the past, so how can I easily say I'm going to die now?"

As she spoke, her expression remained normal. The situation of being drugged and manipulated by the aphrodisiac seemed completely
unrelated to her . Facing the powerful leader of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, she showed no fear whatsoever. Long Yuqing sneered
, saying, "You're quite the smooth talker, and your thoughts are rather presumptuous. You've fallen into prostitution, no longer a virgin. Wen Yuan
is surrounded by beautiful women; do you really think he'd care about you? It's truly wishful thinking,
delusional fantasy ." He deliberately provoked Zi Yuan, hoping to stir her emotions and make her lose control. Zi Yuan smiled faintly
and said, "True friendship lies in mutual understanding. I know Young Master Wen's intentions; they're unmistakable."

Long Yuqing was speechless, only able to glare fiercely at Zi Yuan, whose eyes were clear and calm, showing no
fear. Zi Yuan stood quietly, the blood on her leg wound gradually congealing, the pain subsiding. The medicine seemed to have stopped taking effect
for the time being , and her breathing was smooth and even, as usual.

The two stood facing each other for a long time. Long Yuqing snorted, waved his hand, and said, "Take her away!"

The masked man sitting on the tiger-skin chair, who had remained silent and motionless until now,
nodded . Mo Fei clapped her hands, and two naked women emerged from behind a screen beside the hall. Both had disheveled hair and
looked timid and frightened. Mo Fei smiled gently, waved her hand, and said in a sweet voice, "Take Zi Yuan
to rest, change her into clean clothes, give her something to eat, and don't bully her!"

The two naked women obsequiously agreed and led Zi Yuan out of the hall from behind the screen. Mo Fei
turned around and smiled softly at the masked man, "Boss, this Zi Yuan is so cute! I like
her more and more, hehe, hehe!"

The masked man remained silent, but his gaze suddenly sharpened through the slits of his mask, sweeping towards Mo Fei. Mo Fei
smiled and said, "Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. Sect Leader Long, do you still want to question her
? If you stay a few more days and still can't get a clear answer, we'll have to take her to the banquet, then we
won't be able to ask her anymore!"

Long Yuqing's eyes widened, and he slowly paced back and forth, saying,
"
How could I, the dignified sect leader of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, be unable to deal with a mere courtesan? Hmph, hmph!" He looked at the old man sitting to the side and said, "Mr. Mu, what do you think of this woman?"

The old man stroked his beard, nodded, and said, "Very good, very good.
The subtleties of this 'Seven-Stringed Zither for Civil and Martial Arts' might truly allow this woman to clear our doubts." As he spoke, he picked up the zither case beside the chair, took out an
ancient zither , and plucked it with his fingers. Instantly, a loud "zheng" resounded, echoing throughout the entire hall, shaking it
.

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There were many different reactions to the previous arrangement, and I, Fang Cun Guang, am truly grateful.

First, let me clarify that Zi Yuan's narrow escape last time was not due to reader requests; it was my original
intention. Arbitrarily changing the plot because of reader complaints is a very unethical act,
common in famous comics, and I've learned this the hard way. :) Moreover, this would
affect the overall plot. Having written over a hundred chapters using the framework of the Ten Scenes, I wouldn't dare make such a reckless move,
leaving myself to patch up plot holes later. :)

Personally, I don't think a shocking plot necessarily needs to "create regret." Regret is a way to evoke the reader's
emotions , but it must have meaning. I didn't want to portray Zi Yuan as a perfect character, so the
initial setup was that she had already lost her virginity. Her later personality development
stems ; the effect is up to everyone's opinion.

In the previous chapter, Long Yuqing's target wasn't Zi Yuan, so the plot progression was still
reasonable . Of course, this is just my opinion, and everyone may have different views. :) What I want to say here is that I hope the methods used
to shock people are not just about creating rape and death, nor am I saying that I deliberately avoid them, but
rather that I want to make progress. Indeed, I am not a professional writer, but I am challenging myself to become a professional. I will remember your
guidance and thank you very much.

It's getting a bit long, so please read on for this chapter. As usual, please give me your feedback. :)
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Ten Scenes of Brocade (One Hundred and Forty-Three)

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Zi Yuan was led down from the hall and followed the two women through a winding corridor to a room. The room was
furnished with a table, chairs, and a bed, and was very clean. However, the candlelight in the room was bluish, with a flickering green light, which was eerie and strange.

Two women, one bringing new clothes and the other a food tray, placed them on the table and hurriedly left the room
, their expressions filled with fear. They didn't say a word to Ziyuan and slammed the door shut.

Ziyuan thought to herself, "These two girls must be female slaves imprisoned here. Judging from their fear and
anxiety, the master here must be incredibly cruel. I just said those things, embarrassing them. I wonder
what strange methods they'll use on me now." Thinking this, Ziyuan felt
a surge of heat in her chest and abdomen, and her heart pounded with anxiety. However, without Kang Qiyue's pipa playing and with no other men in the room,
Ziyuan felt uncomfortable but not to the point of losing control; only an inexplicable restlessness.

She shook her head vigorously, glanced at the clothes on the table—still just a thin gauze dress—and, not wanting
to change, gently pushed it aside. The food tray contained three small dishes, a bowl of white rice, and a pot of fragrant tea.
Zi Yuan didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but she had long felt hungry. She thought to herself, "When I passed out, they had all already..."
"I've already taken my medicine, so there won't be anything tampered with in the food." She sat down and ate quietly
.

After a while, Ziyuan ate half a bowl of rice when the door was suddenly pushed open. Mo Fei entered the room with
a gentle smile and said softly, "Miss Ziyuan, is the food to your liking?" Ziyuan remained silent,
put down her chopsticks, and looked up at her. Mo Fei gently pursed her lips, walked to Ziyuan's side, and smiled, "Come, let
me see." As she spoke, she lightly flicked her right sleeve, rolling up the hem of Ziyuan's gauze dress
to reveal her smooth, jade-like legs.

Mo Fei squatted down and smiled, "Those two girls are really clueless. They didn't even
bother to tend to the wound because I didn't tell them to. And you, really, don't do that again. It would be heartbreaking to see such a
beautiful scarred." As she spoke, Mo Fei
reached into her robes with her left hand, took out a gold box, snapped it open, placed it on her lap, and used her fingers to pick out some milky-white
ointment , gently applying it to Zi Yuan's wound.

As soon as the ointment was applied, Zi Yuan felt a sharp pain in her wound, but it quickly turned into a cooling sensation, bringing
comfort . She whispered, "Thank you." Mo Fei looked up, squinted her eyes, smiled,
and said softly, "Men are all like this, only thinking of such vulgar methods. You've suffered so much, little sister; you deserve
a beating." Then she lowered her head again, suddenly parted her lips, and licked Zi Yuan's leg with her tongue.

Caught off guard, Zi Yuan was startled and quickly pulled her legs back, but her heart was pounding wildly, and the desire she had
just restrained seemed to be hard to suppress again. Mo Fei smiled at her with extreme charm and whispered, "So
fragrant, so tender. Ah, if it weren't for Boss Kou insisting on sending you to the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet, I really wanted to pamper you."
Zi Yuan was still unsettled, her hand pressed to her chest, thinking, "This woman, she... she's really very strange."

But then she saw Mo Fei put away the golden box and take out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, placing it on the table, and softly say ,
"This is the antidote to the aphrodisiac pill. I've put it here. If you want to take it, remember to drink it with water,
otherwise it'll be a bit bitter. An old gentleman will be coming to talk to you
later. He's a bit old-fashioned. If you like this feeling and don't want to take the antidote, be careful not to lose your composure. That old man
isn't very romantic." She spoke softly, each word carrying a seductive meaning that captivated the soul. Although
Zi Yuan was a woman, she blushed slightly.

Seeing that she remained silent, Mo Fei smiled sweetly and gracefully left the room.

After Mo Fei left, Zi Yuan gazed at the porcelain bottle on the table, thinking, "I wonder if this medicine is real or fake?
Even it is, it's nothing special." She then uncorked the bottle, poured out a blood-red pill, put it in
her mouth, and swallowed it with tea.

Soon after swallowing the pill, Zi Yuan felt her mood gradually calm down, and the previous burning sensation disappeared. Zi Yuan thought
, "It seems this is the real antidote. She said an old gentleman wanted to speak with me; he's probably also from the Imperial Tomb Sect
." Just as she was thinking this, she heard footsteps outside the door, and the door was pushed open again. Two boys in green robes
entered first, each carrying an ancient zither.

Zi Yuan glanced at the zither held by the boy on the right; its seven strings shone with a radiant light, yet
remained restrained—it was the "Civil and Martial Seven-String Zither." Zi Yuan gasped softly and stood up, only to see an old man
stride in, followed by two young men. The old man had white hair, a long beard reaching his belly, and appeared to be over
seventy, yet his eyes gleamed with a sharp, stern light, exuding authority. He was also quite robust. Zi Yuan's beautiful eyes scanned him, recognizing
him as the old man who had been sitting on the chair nearby. She thought to herself, "Just now I lost my composure, and most of the others
seemed to have ill intentions, but this old gentleman didn't seem to react at all. I wonder what brings him here."

One of the men behind the old man said, "Zi Yuan, this is Venerable Mu, the guardian of our sect's ancestral tomb.
Come and pay your respects!"

Seeing his imposing aura, Zi Yuan only smiled slightly, bowed slightly, and said softly, "This humble woman greets
Venerable Mu. I suppose Venerable Mu has come to interrogate a prisoner?" The old man glanced at his attendants and waved
his hand. The two men's faces changed, turning deathly pale. They hurriedly bowed and retreated from the room.

The old man said, "These young men are reckless and impolite, offending the young lady.
I am Mu Yanding, the guardian of the ancestral tombs of our sect. I have come to ask you about something."

Ziyuan was puzzled by his seemingly respectful tone, which contained no threat. She bowed and
said . I am but a woman, and a prisoner of your sect. What could I possibly
ask you?"

Mu Yanding stroked his long beard and said, "Miss Ziyuan, there is no need for such
modesty and have gained some experience over the decades. I have long heard of the exquisite skill of Miss Ziyuan's pipa playing and believe that her musical talent
is exceptional. Therefore, I would like to ask you to critique a piece."

The mention of music and melody was a lifelong passion for Ziyuan, and she immediately became attentive. Mu Yanding
took the seven-stringed zither from the boy's hand, sat down, and plucked the strings twice. He
spread his ten fingers, each adorned with a dark iron ring of varying thickness and shape. A

loud "clang" rang out as Mu Yanding thrust his finger forward, the music vibrating and echoing throughout the room. Zi Yuan
was startled, thinking, "His playing style is so domineering. The same zither, played by Wen Gong, is completely different.
"

"Clang, clang, clang, clang," the music continued,
followed was faint, then the hooves thundered like dark clouds
obscuring the sun, sweeping across the mountains and plains, an unstoppable torrent.

Another sharp clang rang out, followed by Mu Yanding's pluck and thrust, the power of which was immense. The music swirled and
coiled , like a dragon circling a mountain peak, one peak after another, soaring through the rolling clouds and mist across mountains and rivers,
disappearing without a trace, yet the echoing sound lingered.

As the dragon's roar faded, another wave of clouds and mist surged, the melody hazy and unpredictable, rising
higher and higher, until finally, at its peak, a thunderous, resounding crash resounded, and
the echoes vanished, the piece abruptly ending.

Zi Yuan listened intently until the very end, remaining silent. Mu Yanding noticed that the two boys, having listened to his
music, were now breathing heavily, while Zi Yuan quietly closed her eyes in contemplation, thinking: "This woman seems
so frail , yet she remained unmoved by my 'General's Command'; her composure is quite impressive."

After a while, Zi Yuan opened her eyes and said, "Master Mu's skill in playing the zither is indeed profound. I admire
you greatly. However, I have some thoughts that may offend you. I wonder if I should speak them?" Mu Yanding said
, "Miss, there's no need to be shy."

Zi Yuan raised her arm slightly and pointed to the Wenwu Seven-String Zither, saying softly, "This zither is
named 'Wenwu' (meaning 'civil and martial'), and its sound should be balanced, harmonious, clear, strong, and inclusive. Just now, listening to Master Mu's music
, it seemed too forceful and had a hint of murderous intent. While the exciting parts were wonderful, it inevitably declined after reaching its
peak. This Wenwu Seven-String Zither is a masterpiece among zithers. Master Mu only pursued its martial aspect and neglected its literary aspect, which inevitably led to
a tendency towards bravery and aggression. It's difficult to play this zither well, and you've inevitably gone astray."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yanding's expression suddenly changed, and he remained silent for a long time. He had served as the head of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect for four generations
and as the guardian of the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum for three
generations . Within the sect, he was a top figure in terms of both martial arts and prestige, and even the sect leader, Long Yuqing, treated this elder with great respect. Later, Huang Zhonggui, a peerless
master, emerged, surpassing all the other guardians in martial arts. He usurped
Huang Zhonggui , while Mu Yanding was transferred to the ancestral mausoleum.

Despite his advanced age, Mu Yanding was extremely proud and unwilling to admit defeat, continuing his daily martial arts practice.
However Huang Zhonggui's martial arts were rapidly improving, Mu Yanding, already old, had reached a bottleneck,
making breakthroughs difficult. The more anxious he became, the less progress he made. After Long Yuqing acquired the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin (a seven-stringed zither), he sought him
out for instruction. Mu Yanding possessed profound internal energy and was well-versed in qin music, but every time he played the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin, he was met with
a backlash from the strings' internal energy. He struggled to resolve the situation, playing a piece that had expended considerable effort, but to no avail.
At that moment, heard Zi Yuan utter the words "aggressive and fierce," "impatient and forceful," and "prosperity leads to decline," which stirred
his innermost thoughts, and he was instantly stunned.

After a while, Mu Yanding let out a long sigh and said, "In your opinion, what should be done?"
Ziyuan said, "To play the zither with a balance of strength and gentleness, and to control the dynamics and tempo, besides skill, it is also
related to one's character and cultivation. It is said that the zither is the voice of the heart, and this has its origins. The same piece of music, played by different people, will
naturally evoke very different feelings. What you lack, Elder Mu, is a narrow-mindedness and a lack of openness. If you want to
improve, you should start by changing this."

Mu Yanding's face turned pale. He stared at Ziyuan for a moment, then slowly nodded and said, "Very good, very good
. Miss Ziyuan, I would very much like to hear you play this zither." With a wave of his hand, the boy beside him picked up the zither and
respectfully presented it to Ziyuan.

Zi Yuan gazed at the seven-stringed zither, and the image of Wen Yuan immediately appeared in her mind. A surge of emotion welled up within her,
and a faint smile played on her lips. She thought to herself, "If Young Master Wen were here, I should have him play a tune." She took
the zither, but then suddenly remembered something. She thought to herself, "This old gentleman Mu is naturally here on Long Yuqing's orders
to investigate how to use the seven-stringed zither to cultivate martial arts. I didn't know, and I didn't mean to hide it from you 　　.
Since I don't know myself, even if you hear me play, you might not be able to discern anything." She then sat upright
and gently plucked the strings. Ten

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=== ... The piece Zi Yuan played was called "Three Variations on Plum Blossom," a melody of serene elegance that perfectly captured the tranquil and noble beauty of plum blossoms reflected in snow. The music filled the room, seemingly echoed by the sounds of other instruments, making it impossible to discern whether it was the music itself playing. 　　Previously, Mu Yanding's music had been filled with a murderous intent; now, with Zi Yuan playing such a refined piece, the atmosphere instantly softened. Mu Yanding sat solemnly, listening intently, while the two boys stood nearby, their eyes seemingly gazing into the far distance, lost in longing, even though they were in the room. 　　Zi Yuan continued playing, adjusting the strings, and the music seemed to carry a subtle fragrance, instantly uplifting the spirit and transporting one to a plum grove, cleansing the mind and body, leaving one feeling completely at ease. Suddenly, a high-pitched melody rang out in the room , abrupt and jarring, like a sharp blade slicing through a piece of silk. 　　At this moment, Zi Yuan was free from all worries and focused entirely on playing her zither. Suddenly, she heard the interruption and was startled. Looking around, she saw Mu Yanding had taken the zither from another child and was playing it with a powerful, resonant tone, the melody as forceful and compelling as before. Seeing the grim expression on his face, Zi Yuan realized he was deliberately trying to provoke her and thought to herself, "This old gentleman is truly stubborn." She didn't mind, smiled, and calmly continued playing. The melody remained beautiful, unmoved by Mu Yanding's sharp and forceful playing. 　　Mu Yanding, who was always confident in his profound understanding of the zither and his martial arts prowess, had already lost to Huang Zhonggui in martial arts. Today in this discussion of the zither, he had been rendered speechless by a young girl. Hearing Zi Yuan's playing, he was struck by her profound musical skill, truly an unparalleled artist. Startled and ashamed, he suddenly became enraged, thinking, "You say my music has gone astray? Let's see what you're capable of!" He immediately began playing " General's his powerful and imposing melody completely different from Zi Yuan's "Three Variations on Plum Blossom," utterly incongruous . Yet, his tone grew increasingly impassioned, like a surging tide overwhelming Zi Yuan's music. 　　Zi Yuan smiled gently, unperturbed. Her technique remained light and skillful, but the melody gradually quickened. Though not as powerful as Mu Yanding's, each beat was skillfully placed within the rhythm of "General's Command," flowing naturally , like a plum blossom swaying gracefully in the winter wind and snow, revealing a spirit undaunted by frost. Mu Yanding 's music attacked with unstoppable force, but the sound of the seven-stringed zither remained subtle yet powerful, flowing freely amidst the majestic power of "General's Command." 　　Mu Yanding urged the zither on, its sound growing ever louder and more resounding. The two boys inside, unable to bear it , stumbled and fled the room before Mu Yanding could even ask for permission. 　　Seeing Zi Yuan remain unmoved, still casually playing the zither, Mu Yanding grew even angrier. His playing suddenly reached its peak, a series of incredibly dense and deafening tremolos, sharp and unparalleled, intended to drown out Zi Yuan's music. 　　Just then, the sound of the seven-stringed zither, both civil and military, gradually softened, becoming almost inaudible, transforming into a faint, continuous sob. Mu Yanding froze. The overwhelming force of the music, like a volley of arrows, suddenly lost its target, falling into empty space, like a kite with a broken string, drifting aimlessly. The once majestic music crumbled in an instant, the tones a chaotic mess. Mu Yanding's face changed; realizing his embarrassment, he immediately…

He hurriedly tried to readjust the music, but then Zi Yuan's melody rose again, graceful and elegant, like a plum bud bursting open after a blizzard
. The tune was exquisite, completely unaffected by Mu Yanding's performance.

Mu Yanding sat there stunned, then suddenly pushed aside his zither, stood up, and bowed deeply to Zi Yuan, saying,
"Thank you, young lady. I am ashamed, truly ashamed!" Zi Yuan rose and returned the bow, saying, "Sir, such a grand gesture is too much
for me. I was unaware of my own faults and offended you. I hope you will forgive me." Mu Yanding
shook his head, sighed deeply, and said, "Miss Zi Yuan, I take my leave." He turned and walked out of the room, not even
taking back his seven-stringed zither.

After leaving Zi Yuan's room, Mu Yanding reached the bend in the corridor, where Long Yuqing was already waiting. It turned out that Long Yuqing had
ordered Mu Yanding to enter the room, while he himself had remained outside, eavesdropping on the conversation inside, without revealing himself to avoid arousing Zi Yuan
's suspicion.

Long Yuqing asked, "Mr. Mu, have you gained anything?" Mu Yanding shook his head again and said, "This old man is incompetent
and ashamed before the sect leader. This seven-stringed zither, suitable for both civil and military use, is neither something the sect leader can possess, nor something I can possess. My
decades of hard practice have yielded less benefit than today." Long Yuqing frowned and asked, "Why
do you say this, Mr. Mu?"

Mu Yanding did not answer but said, "Sect leader, I have lived for over seventy years, and most of my energy has been devoted to
the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. If the sect leader is willing to remember my hard work, please grant my request..." "I have a request." Long Yuqing was greatly surprised,
thinking, "Mu Yanding is always strong-willed and rarely asks for favors. What's so strange about him?" He didn't
agree immediately, saying, "Tell me."

Mu Yanding said, "I dare to ask that the sect leader release this Miss Ziyuan and grant her her freedom."

Upon hearing this, Long Yuqing's expression changed drastically, and he said, "Why?"

Mu Yanding said, "Ziyuan is innocent. Since the sect leader can no longer know the secret of the Seven-Stringed Zither,
why implicate her?" " Your talent is extraordinary, far surpassing mine. I would like to learn much from you in the future.
To make things difficult for a young lady like this would only damage the reputation of my Imperial Mausoleum Sect."

Long Yuqing had originally intended for Mu Yanding to induce Zi Yuan to play the Seven-Stringed Zither (a type of zither), hoping to observe its mysteries.
However, he not only gained nothing but also spoke up for Zi Yuan, which infuriated him. He didn't show it, but merely
sneered, saying, "I can't obtain the martial arts within the Seven-Stringed Zither? Heh heh, outrageous!" He
turned and walked away. Suddenly, he stopped and said, "This 'Abyss of Sin' is full of strange and bizarre
punishments. The longer Zi Yuan doesn't speak, the more she suffers. If she still doesn't speak by the time of the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet,
hmph, then let Kou Feitian and the others deal with her slowly!"

From then on, the days drew closer to the fifteenth of August. As the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet approached, Wen Yuan, along with the two
Murong brothers , Lan Lingyu, and others, prepared to set sail. They had entered Yongding Prefecture and settled in Leting County,
ready to sail to Red Stone Island at any time. With the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet approaching, coastal towns were likely to be frequented by treacherous
figures from all walks of life in the martial arts world. Therefore, Hua Xuan and the women of the Yunxiao Sect remained near the capital to avoid attracting attention and causing trouble.

After seeing the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet gift list from the Four Non-People, Wen Yuan initially thought Zi Yuan would be safe for the time being. However, after hearing Murong Xiu
's apparent fear of Mo Fei, he became worried and restless for several days. Even after
arriving in Leting, he remained unsettled. Seeing his constant worry, Xiao Murong felt sorry for him and wanted to find a way to
cheer him up, but she didn't know how.

It was the tenth day of the eighth month, the moon was not yet full, and there were only five days left until the Fragrance Banquet. Murong Xiu deliberately spent
lavishly, choosing an inn frequented by wealthy merchants that night to avoid martial arts figures and prevent
trouble .

During their journey, the four of them had each stayed in their own rooms, and today was no different. Because Lan Lingyu was traveling with them
, Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong felt awkward sharing a room. However, Lan Lingyu seemed preoccupied throughout the journey, and Wen Yuan wanted to ask her
why she hadn't returned to Jin Guo Zhuang with Shi Niangzi and the others, but he couldn't find the opportunity.

The next morning, Wen Yuan woke up feeling rather stuffy. He opened the window and looked out, only to see a vast ocean
stretching , where the sea and sky met in an endless expanse. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "That Red Stone Island is in this
ocean. Perhaps Zi Yuan has already arrived there."

He stood by the window, closed his eyes, and faintly heard the sound of waves in his ears
. His thoughts surged like the tides: "If I can save Zi Yuan this time... no, I must save Zi Yuan. From now on, no matter what,
I must protect her. Whether it's Zi Yuan, Xiao Yin, or my junior sister, if anything happens to any of them,
it will be ."

As he thought this, Wen Yuan opened his eyes and placed his palms towards... Looking at himself, gazing at his palm, he thought, "
Everything in this world seems so easily lost. Since I was old enough to understand, I've never seen my parents. My master raised me
, but he's now gone. My uncle-master gave me the Seven-Stringed Zither, but it was taken away by Long Yuqing. In
the Changling Underground Palace, I almost lost Xiaoyin. And now, I've put Ziyuan in danger. In this life,
what we can truly control is so fleeting."

For a moment, Wen Yuan didn't know whether he should sigh deeply, and simply shook his head involuntarily.
Suddenly , he caught sight of a small figure leaping out of the tide on the beach, returning to shore, and then jumping back
into the sea—a very strange sight. Curiosity piqued, Wen Yuan strained his eyes to look, and saw that the figure was vaguely a woman. Judging from her
movements and posture, it seemed to be Xiao Murong.

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "What is Xiao Yin doing there so early in the morning?" He didn't know how well Xiao Murong could swim
, and seeing her leaping in and out of the sea, he feared she might slip and fall into the waves. He immediately jumped out
of the window to flat ground and quickly ran towards the beach.

Using his lightness skill, he moved like the wind and soon reached the shore. He saw Xiao Murong's outer garment lying on
the sand , far from the sea. She herself was wearing only a short shirt, soaking wet, and breathing slightly
rapidly. Before she could calm down, she jumped back into the sea.

Wen Yuan rushed over, and with a "splash," waves splashed everywhere. Little Murong sprang
out . Seeing Wen Yuan in front of her, she seemed startled, then smiled and said, "You're awake?" Wen Yuan smiled
and said, "I've been quite tired lately, so I got up late today. What are you doing here?" Little Murong's face was slightly flushed, and
water droplets in her hair glistened in the sunlight, making her even more charming. 　　She said softly, "Nothing much, just practicing
my swimming." She seemed quite shy as she spoke.

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Dripping tears, a concerned expression crossed his face. He said, "Don't overwork yourself. Why rush your training?" Little Murong giggled
, gently pushing Wen Yuan away, and whispered, "I know. You go back first, I'll come find you later."

Wen Yuan was puzzled by her mysterious demeanor and her reluctance to let him stay. It was already autumn, and
seeing that Little Murong was dressed lightly, playing in the water that morning, he worried she might catch a cold. He smiled and said softly, "Stop playing.
We'll be going out to sea in a few days. It wouldn't be good if you caught a cold." Little Murong kept pushing Wen Yuan away, laughing
, "I know, I know! You go back, I'm fine..." Suddenly, a splash was heard, and waves rose high in the sea
. A figure darted out quickly, shouting angrily, "You brat, slacking off again!"

It was Murong Xiu. His clothes were wet and wrinkled; even in the sea, he hadn't
changed his movements were still incredibly agile as he leaped out of the water. Little Murong stuck out her tongue at her brother,
made a face , and turned to Wen Yuan with a smile, saying, "It's all because you've been pestering me, big brother's about to yell at me!"

Wen Yuan smiled, but then saw Big Murong walking over, soaking wet, and said, "Oh, so you
've come, you little rascal." Wen Yuan said, "Brother Murong, are you practicing your swimming skills too?" Murong Xiu chuckled
and
said, "Me? My little sister can practice all by herself. This great master is invincible, whether on land or in the water." He pointed at
Little , it's all because of you, I'll have to get my revenge someday." Wen Yuan asked curiously:
"Because of me?"

Murong Xiu patted his waist and said, "This girl worries for no reason. She's afraid we'll be attacked on our
trip If the ship sinks, I can't save all three of you by myself. Or if it sinks on the return trip,
your Ziyuan girl will have to go into the sea with it. She can't swim at all, but she insists on learning."
Little Murong blushed and laughed, "Big brother, why are you exposing my secret? I can't swim now, but I'll learn when I do."
Murong Xiu glared at her and said to Wen Yuan, "Boy, do you know how to swim?"

Wen Yuan had played in streams with Xiang Yang and Hua Xuan when he was young, but the vast ocean was far superior to
a shallow creek . He thought to himself, "Xiao Yin's concern is indeed valid." He replied, "I know a little, but in this
vast ocean, I'm afraid it's useless." Murong Xiu chuckled, "That's it!" He flicked his sleeve, shaking off
many water droplets, and said, "Alright, little sister, I won't teach you anymore." Little Murong was startled and exclaimed, "Big brother,
I'm not tired yet, today..." "If you don't practice now, there are only a few days left!"

Murong Xiu waved his hand and said, "Now that this kid is here, can you really concentrate? I think it's unnecessary
!" He pointed at Wen Yuan and said, "Kid, since you're already here, stay here with my little sister
for a while. I'm going back to my room to sleep now, and you're not allowed to come back and disturb me. This girl has
n't been in a good mood lately. If you don't make her happy when you come back, I'll chop off your head with my sword."
Without saying another word , he strode away and disappeared in no time.

Wen Yuan glanced at Xiao Murong, who ignored her wet clothes, casually draped an outer robe over her shoulders,
and smiled slightly, turning her head away to whisper, "Big brother just likes to talk nonsense, you...you don't need to mind him.
"

Looking at her gentle smile, several thoughts flashed through Wen Yuan's mind: "What's making Xiao Yin unhappy
? It's naturally because of me. I'm worried about Zi Yuan, and she's worried too. I'm gloomy all day, and
Xiao Yin happy either. Haven't I made her worry?"

Xiao Murong turned her head back and saw him looking at her silently, his eyes filled with tenderness and
apology. Her face involuntarily flushed, and she smiled, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, Xiao Murong felt a warmth around her as Wen Yuan pulled her into his arms. Little Murong blinked, her heart
pounding faster and faster, and smiled as she asked, "What's wrong?" Wen Yuan said softly, "Xiao Yin, I
...I...I don't know how to say it." Little Murong smiled gently, "Then don't say it, I didn't do
anything." Wen Yuan shook his head gently and said in a low voice, "Xiao Yin, I'm sorry, this shouldn't have bothered you
..."

She put two fingers to Wen Yuan's lips, stopping him from continuing. Little Murong said softly, "Sister Ziyuan
will be kidnapped. I have a huge responsibility. How can you say I shouldn't worry about her? Should I let you worry about her alone
? What's the difference between us?" Wen Yuan's heart stirred. He nodded, took Little Murong's wrist
, and said, "Xiao Yin, you're right." Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Murong wanted me to cheer you up
, but it backfired. You're the one comforting me now."

Little Murong leaned against his chest, tilted her head back, and smiled, "Feeling better? Smile
for me." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Aren't I smiling?" Little Murong pursed her lips and smiled, "
You're only smiling a tiny bit. It looks forced. Smile more!" Wen Yuan scratched his head and said, "
Isn't that enough?"

A sly smile appeared on Little Murong's face. She said, "Fine, if you don't smile, watch my tricks."
Suddenly, she reached into his armpits and tickled him. Caught completely off guard, Wen Yuan was quickly tickled a few times by Xiao Murong's soft,
nimble help but burst into laughter, jumping away to avoid her, chuckling, "Ahahaha
, hahaha, you...you..."

He laughed so hard he almost choked. Xiao Murong looked at him with a grin and said, "How about that? Aren't you much happier now...ah!
" Just as she was laughing and talking freely, Wen Yuan pulled her into his arms again, laughing, "Alright, I'll give you
a tickle too." He then returned the favor, wrapping his left arm around her waist and
tickling . Little Murong's martial arts skills were inferior to Wen Yuan's, and she couldn't break free from his embrace. His fingers tickled her, making
her giggle and twist, trembling like a flower in full bloom. She laughed, "Hehe, haha... Okay, okay,
I admit defeat!"

The two laughed and tumbled onto the beach, rolling towards the sea. Suddenly, a
wave surged in, engulfing them both, soaking them completely.

As the tide receded, they lay embracing each other on the sand, watching each other's bodies emerge with the receding tide
. Little Murong chuckled softly, "Happy now?" Wen Yuan smiled but didn't speak, only nodding, looking into
Little Murong 's eyes.

Seeing his relaxed expression and gentle gaze, Little Murong blushed and whispered, "
Dazed ? What... what are you thinking about?" Wen Yuan smiled, paused for a moment, and whispered, "I'm thinking..."
"I want to hold you." Xiao Murong felt a sweet warmth in her heart and smiled, "You're already holding me." Wen Yuan stroked her
soft, dark hair and whispered, "Hmm, I also want to kiss you." Xiao Murong's cheeks flushed,
she opened her eyes to look at him, and gently closed them again.

Their lips slowly met, touching lightly, a touch of intimacy, yet utterly tender. After the kiss
, although both of them were soaked, they both felt their bodies burning, their passion uncontrollable. Xiao Murong's face was flushed,
and she whispered, "You...you...what else do you want to do?" Wen Yuan's eyes were gentle as he caressed her waist
and softly said, "Xiao Yin!" Xiao Murong softly replied, "How?" Wen Yuan's fingertips lightly brushed her
soft ear and whispered, "I want it all." His other hand had already slipped inside Xiao Murong's clothes,
gently caressing her.

Seeing his sudden, aggressive advance, Xiao Murong felt a surge of shyness and cried out, "Ah! You...you're bad!
Don't...don't do this...ah..." Startled, her cries became increasingly incoherent and gradually faded.
Meanwhile, Wen Yuan intermittently kissed her neck, his fingers roaming inside her clothes, making it impossible for her to resist. Her
clothes were completely wet, the fabric clinging to her skin, already cool and refreshing. Wen Yuan's slightest teasing
sent an indescribable sensation through her skin.

Suddenly, the sea surged in again, engulfing them both. White sand floated in the water, clinging to their bodies. Wen Yuan helped
Xiao Murong sit up, the tide receding below their waists. Little Murong's hair was disheveled by the waves,
a few drops of water clinging to her eyelashes, blinking and then falling off. Her usually jade-like cheeks were flushed
a faint coral-like blush, making her look delicate and lovely. She looked timidly at Wen Yuan and whispered, "Don't do it here...
I... I'm a little scared..."

Wen Yuan couldn't help but chuckle and said softly, "Scared of what?" Little Murong blushed and whispered
, "I... I'm not very good at swimming... If... if I get swept away by the waves..." Wen Yuan
kissed her cheek and laughed, "Are you really scared?" Little Murong's pretty face turned red to her ears, as if she were about
to burst into flames, and she stammered, "... I..." "I'm not really scared, it's just... I... we... in broad daylight
... and... we've never done this before..."

Wen Yuan saw that Xiao Murong's face was flushed, her shy demeanor was evident, and her soft skin was covered in water droplets, making her extremely beautiful and lovely
. He could no longer restrain himself. Hearing the surging sea, his blood was boiling.
He smiled at Xiao Murong, turned her around so that her back was to him, and hugged her in his arms
. He whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xiao Murong looked at him and smiled, very shyly, and whispered, "It's precisely because
you're here that I'm scared, you bad boy!" Wen Yuan kissed her ear and temple again, and reached out to touch her chest
.

The outer garment she was wearing had been washed away by the sea, and now she was only wearing a thin shirt. In order to make
it easier to swim, she was not even wearing a bellyband. Wen Yuan touched her breasts, his fingers barely touching only a thin, damp garment,
fully grasping their soft, firm shape. He kneaded them, and drops of water trickled down between his fingers.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Little Murong's eyes were half-closed, her jade fingers lightly pursing her lips. Though she didn't speak
, a soft moan echoed in her throat. Wen Yuan squeezed her breasts slightly, causing water to drip from her clothes
, and her breasts changed shape accordingly. Little Murong arched her back, unable to hold back a soft cry: "Ah
, ahh..." Her fingers, which had been pressed against her lips, frantically parted, revealing her pearly teeth.

The tide surged, reaching up to their waists. Wen Yuan kneaded Xiao Murong's breasts with both hands and
said softly, "Xiao Yin, you're very wet today." Xiao Murong was completely captivated by his ministrations when she heard
Wen Yuan's teasing. She blushed and moaned softly, "No...no way! It wasn't...it wasn't
me...ah, ah, ah ha...ah..."

Wen Yuan looked at her delicate appearance, her slender waist seemingly about to break with each rise and fall of her body
. Suddenly, a strange thought came to him
, and he said softly, "Xiao Yin, I...I want to..." He stopped himself from speaking and slowed his movements as he took over her body. Xiao Murong hummed a few times, breathing heavily
, and turned her head slightly, her eyes filled with shyness. She murmured as if in a dream, "I want... ah... ah...
what do ?"

Looking at Xiao Murong's ecstatic expression, Wen Yuan stroked her from her chest to her waist, and then from her waist back to her chest
. A surge of desire rose within him. He took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Yin, can you forgive me?" Xiao Murong was slightly
startled , panting, "Um... um... Wh... what... is wrong?" Wen Yuan whispered: "I...I
want to tease you a little."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Murong's already flushed cheeks turned even redder, and she chuckled softly, "Sure...okay
...ah, um..." She caught her breath briefly, then said sweetly, "You...you...do
whatever you want...I...I...like...anything..."

As a wave crashed over her, Wen Yuan, hearing Xiao Murong's soft words, felt his blood boil and
pushed her down towards the shore. The sound of the waves continued to fill their ears. Wen Yuan lay on her back,
kissing , pulling at her clothes to remove them. Xiao Murong suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, realizing he
was using too much force. Suddenly, with a series of soft "rip" sounds, her thin clothes were torn open from behind.

Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong both gasped in surprise, exchanging a glance. Another wave crashed down, instantly
tossing the tattered clothes to shreds, leaving them hanging precariously on Xiao Murong's shoulders. The left half slid down her arm,
barely concealing the curves of her chest, and seawater streamed down her skin. Wen Yuan felt extremely embarrassed and said with a wry smile,

"I...I didn't mean to tear your clothes..." Xiao Murong's 　　heart pounded, and she smiled shyly, whispering, "Anyway, you said you were going to bully me, so go ahead and bully me thoroughly." Ten Scenes Satin (146 ) === ... Wen Yuan felt a surge of affection as he gently stroked Xiao Murong's smooth back, laughing, "No, no, you're so adorable, I could never bring myself to hurt you. I absolutely cannot bully you." 　　His fingers touched the softness of her back muscles, and his passion stirred. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her fragrant shoulder, slowly moving his kisses up her spine, wanting to savor this incomparably beautiful body.

"Ah, ha..." Little Murong lay on the beach, panting softly, receiving Wen Yuan's tender caresses.
Her delicate body went limp, her slender hands scratching wildly at the sand, leaving messy
finger marks , as if trying to release the turmoil of passion within her.

Wen Yuan kissed her soft, jade-like body, his love growing stronger with each kiss. His heart burned like fire, his blood
boiling, and his heat surged down to his lower body. He extended his tongue, kissing her while deliberately licking her. Little Murong
moaned incessantly, "Ah, ah, ah," her voice a plea as she gasped, "You... ah... you still said...
you wouldn't bully me... ah, ah ha... um, um, don't... like that... lick... ah..."

The cool seawater surged and receded, but the two lovers, entwined in passion, felt their bodies and souls burning, as if they were
melting. Wen Yuan slowly kissed downwards, gradually reaching a narrow slit, the muscles on either side full and snow-white, exceptionally
delicate and tender.

"Eek!" Little Murong let out a soft cry, her voice filled with nervousness and shyness, hurriedly saying, "
No! I...that...that place...isn't clean..."

Wen Yuan seemed not to hear, smiling, ecstatically kneading her buttocks, his hands resting on them,
gently prying open her two tender buttocks with a little force. Little Murong was extremely embarrassed, barely supporting her numb body as she half-turned around
, not letting him see her anus, and said shyly, "Don't...don't look..."

Wen Yuan looked back, and saw her eyes brimming with tears, her face as if painted with a light layer of rouge, her slender arms
supporting her body, her beautiful hair loose, her whole body exuding shyness. Wen Yuan was deeply moved. His fingertips
traced , then gently slid down to her buttocks, lightly kneading her snowy mounds with his palm. He whispered, "I want to see."

Little Murong's defenses nearly crumbled under his tender caresses. Her breath quickened. "No
...don't...ah...there...there..." Wen Yuan asked softly, "What's wrong there?
" Little Murong lowered her head in shame, her voice barely audible. "That...there...is dirty..."

Just then, the tide surged again, crashing onto the beach. Wen Yuan smiled. "In that case, I'll help you wash,
okay?" He casually scooped up a handful of seawater and poured it into the crevice of Little Murong's fragrant buttocks.

"...Mmm...Mmm..." Little Murong groaned indistinctly, her eyes hazy
as she looked at Wen Yuan, pleading softly, "No...don't do this...I...I'm scared!" Wen Yuan smiled
slightly and said gently, "Xiao Yin, don't be afraid, I just want to take a look." Little Murong's face turned bright red,
and she whispered, "You...you won't...go in?" Wen Yuan was taken aback and asked, "Go in what?"
Little Murong's face flushed red, extremely shy, and she said very softly, "Big brother...big brother said that it's
okay there too, but...it just hurts..."

When it came to matters of love and romance, Murong Xiu's experience far surpassed that of his younger sister, and he naturally knew how to play with the rear. He
was a man of few words, and since Little Murong had fallen for Wen Yuan, he had told her about the various changes in flirting between men and women
. Although Little Murong would always blush and her heart would race when she heard this, or she would immediately run away or make a face in response,
she had still heard quite a bit. Little Murong was naturally clever and mischievous. When she was intimate with Wen Yuan, she occasionally wanted to try
some different "techniques." However, Wen Yuan was gentle and polite, and he was always proper when he was with her.
He certainly wouldn't have thought of any bolder moves, and Little Murong was too embarrassed to bring them up herself.

At this moment, both of them were so deeply in love that they couldn't control themselves. As soon as Little Murong spoke up, she felt her heart
pounding. She was so shy that she didn't dare to look Wen Yuan in the eye and looked down at the waves surging onto the beach.

Seeing her expression, Wen Yuan couldn't help but have his own fantasies. He stroked Xiao Murong's bottom a few
times and whispered, "Xiao Yin, do you... do you want to try... here...?" Xiao Murong's pretty face
flushed red, her eyes blinking rapidly. She was eager to try, but also afraid. She stammered softly,
"I... I... I heard from my older brother that some people... also... do this..." She paused
, turned to look at Wen Yuan, her eyes full of tenderness, and whispered, "Do you... do you want to? My...
my body... is all yours... If you want it, I, I... can also... let you...
" At this point, being a shy young woman, she couldn't bring herself to say anything more.

Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "When Xiao Yin and I first made love, she was in so much pain that she couldn't let
me in. If we were to try anal sex, it would probably be even more difficult."

Seeing his hesitation, Xiao Murong guessed what he was thinking. She blushed and whispered, "
I'm not afraid of pain... If you want it, just... just do it. Whatever you do to me,
as long as you like it, I like it too." Wen Yuan smiled, reached out and played with her breasts, kissed her
shoulder , and chuckled softly, "Is this what you want, or what I want?" Xiao Murong smiled shyly
and whispered, "Anyway, it's... clean now... um... um..." Her
involuntary moan was a result of Wen Yuan's teasing, a delicate and coquettish ending.

Although Wen Yuan heard her speak so casually, he knew she was still uneasy. He smiled and said, "
If it hurts, please tell me." Little Murong smiled sweetly and said softly, "Okay." She
lazily sat up and helped Wen Yuan undress. When she saw his erect penis, she couldn't help but feel a little scared: "
I wonder if it's too big... and won't go in?"

Wen Yuan gave her a light kiss on the ear, leaving her still lying on the beach, but with her legs
bent and her buttocks raised, facing Wen Yuan. Little Murong blushed with embarrassment and didn't say a word. Wen Yuan
spread her pink buttocks again, examining them closely. He softly praised, "Xiao Yin, you are truly
beautiful from head to toe."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Murong felt her face burn with embarrassment, and said coquettishly, "You...you're
being naughty . What's so interesting about that kind of place?" Wen Yuan didn't answer, but smiled and said, "It's a pity you
can't see it. You don't know you have such a lovely place on your body." Xiao Murong became more and more shy. Just as she was about
to speak , she suddenly felt a finger probing at her anus. The nail lightly touched the muscle, and she immediately
shuddered, letting out a trembling cry: "Ah, ah ah!" She involuntarily gasped a few times, her desire aroused.

This place had never been touched by Wen Yuan before. Upon being touched, she felt her whole body tense up, finding it unusually sensitive
. Wen Yuan's slight probing had unexpectedly triggered Xiao Murong's intense reaction, further stimulating his erection,
which was already somewhat painful and needed a great deal of relief.

He lifted Xiao Murong by the waist, ready to launch his attack, when he suddenly remembered: "Xiao Yin's body is so delicate..."
"Even ordinary intercourse is difficult to bear, so I mustn't be reckless now, lest I repeat the mistakes of the past."
He forcefully restrained his manhood, using his right index finger as a vanguard to cautiously explore the depths of the cave.

The waves on the sea gradually intensified, and he heard Xiao Murong let out a soft moan, her lips tightly closed, and a light sheen
of sweat . Wen Yuan inserted only one knuckle, and felt the flesh walls tighten, warm and soft, yet also very narrow, indeed
extremely difficult to enter, even more so than a private secret cave. Wen Yuan inserted another half knuckle, and Xiao Murong's body
trembled , a few painful groans escaping her lips, but she didn't pant, as if she was trying her best to suppress them. Wen Yuan
touched her breast with his left hand, feeling her nipples erect, and saw drops of her love juice slowly flowing down her legs
and into the seawater, her legs trembling slightly, clearly showing heightened desire, yet also extreme tension.

His fingers struggled to advance further, and with the slightest movement, Xiao Murong couldn't help but moan: "Uh
, uh, ah, um ah..." Although each sound was barely audible and very short, her tone
was full of shame and unease. Wen Yuan loved Xiao Murong dearly and couldn't bear to see her suffer the pain of her exposed rear, yet he also
didn't want to spoil her enjoyment. After a moment's thought, he made up his mind. He lifted his waist, aimed at Xiao Murong's crotch
, and thrust in forcefully, penetrating her vagina.

"Ah—!" With this impact, her love juices splattered, incredibly powerful. Startled by this sudden attack, Xiao Murong
arched her slender waist, her upper body arching as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Her whole body trembled, yet the pleasure was indescribable
. Her breath caught in her throat, forcing her to gasp loudly, her voice filled with passionate desire, intoxicating to the soul. Before she could recover
, Wen Yuan had already begun to thrust vigorously, like a hot iron pestle pounding inside her.

"Ah, ah! Ah, ha, ah!" Little Murong's delicate body swayed with Wen Yuan's onslaught
, each thrust reaching the depths of her flower core. Wen Yuan unexpectedly thrust into her more than twenty times, causing Little
Murong's heart to race in disarray. She cried out repeatedly, yet still panted urgently, "Ah, ah... no... that's not right...
Wen... you... you're not... ah... go in... there... ugh!"

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yuan's index finger was already moving within her narrow, tight rear passage. The index finger is
incredibly agile; Wen Yuan's finger circled and twitched, its pressure and force perfectly controlled,
displaying its skill , giving Little Murong a stimulation she had never experienced before. Now, with the attack splitting into two, Little Murong, in her daze
, felt her lower body filled with external intrusion, as if it no longer belonged to her. Amidst the pain in her rear,
there was a peculiar stimulation.

At this moment, the waves surged, and a large wave crashed in. Wen Yuan shouted and thrust forward, eliciting
several cries of "Mmm, mmm, mmm, ah!" Little Murong, overwhelmed by the force, cried out.
For a moment two powerful waves roared, one a surge of emotion, the other a surge of human energy.

At such a moment, the captivating allure of a beautiful woman amidst such a surge was more
powerful than seven or eight large waves. Wen Yuan felt a surge of ecstasy, and the feedback he received from Little Murong's body was incomparably
sweet, making him feel as if he were floating on clouds. Suddenly, his fingers and penis
collided against the walls of her flesh. What was unintentional to Wen Yuan felt like two Wen Yuans were simultaneously
making love filling her with both shame and love, her soul captivated. She gasped, trembling, "Wen...Wen...Yuan...Brother Wen
...Good...Brother...Brother...Please...Please spare me, I...I...I...Ah, ah ha, hmph
, ah..." Wen Yuan kissed her neck a few more times and laughed, "I won't spare you!" Overwhelmed with shame
, little Murong felt a burning heat all over her body and gasped, "You...you...Ah ah...Bad...Egg!"

The waves on the sea grew larger and larger, and the waves within Wen Yuan and little Murong's bodies surged even more fiercely,
growing stronger and they were completely out of control. Little Murong had never experienced such a double attack. In her frenzy, her cries
became increasingly wanton. Suddenly, she cried out in anguish, "Heavens!" Her body shuddered violently and collapsed limply
, her juices gushing forth. She was immediately swept away by the waves. Wen Yuan, before he could even ejaculate, couldn't withstand it and
lost control.

Wen Yuan was startled, then couldn't help but chuckle. He whispered in the ear of the unconscious Little Murong, "
Xiao Yin , Xiao Yin, I'm sorry!" He lifted Little Murong's slender waist and thrust even harder. He and
Little Murong had made love many times, but this was the first time he had made her faint from the intense pleasure. Wen Yuan withdrew his fingers, maintaining
the intertwined position, and carried Little Murong several feet away from the waves.

He then gently laid Little Murong on the ground, turned her over so that they were facing each other, but
Little Murong was lying on the ground. At this moment, Wen Yuan reached the peak of his excitement, softly murmuring, "Xiao Yin!" He grasped
her breasts with both hands, savoring their delicate, smooth texture, and thrust forcefully dozens more times.
Xiao Murong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a soft moan escaped her cherry lips; she was about to regain consciousness. Wen Yuan lifted her up,
letting out a long sigh, and with a powerful thrust of his hips, as Xiao Murong half-awake, his hot semen gushed forth,
his lower body tightly closed, all of it flowing into Xiao Murong's body.

"Uh, ahh..." Xiao Murong, barely regaining her senses, was immediately subjected to Wen Yuan's all-out
attack . Her body trembled, her face showing a mixture of happiness and shyness, and she softly sighed, "I
... ah, ah!" In a daze, she fainted again.

Looking at Xiao Murong's satisfied and shy expression in her unconscious state, Wen Yuan felt an indescribable tenderness in his heart, and for a moment he didn't want to
withdraw his penis, leaving it inside her to savor the afterglow. He gently combed Xiao Murong's disheveled hair with his fingers and
kissed her cheek.

After a while, Xiao Murong slowly woke up. Seeing Wen Yuan smiling at her, she blushed
and whispered, "You win, I admit defeat." Wen Yuan gently moved his hips and laughed, "Want to do it
again?" Xiao Murong couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" Then she clenched her fist and punched his chest
, saying coquettishly, "If you do it again, I'll kill you! Hurry up and come out!" As she spoke,
she smiled shyly and said, "If you hadn't used your fingers just now, and had come in directly..." "
If that were the case, I might die too."

Wen Yuan was very concerned, gently patting her lower back and whispering, "Did I hurt you?" Little Murong shook her head
with a smile and said softly, "Just a little bit, it's okay. Next time... next time I'll ask my brother
first to see how to go in without hurting, and that will be fine."

Seeing her gentle words and the blush still on her face, clearly still savoring the climax, Wen Yuan's heart stirred
, and he whispered in her ear, "Xiao Yin!" Little Murong smiled and said, "What's wrong?" Wen Yuan said...
"Let's do it again, okay?"

Little Murong blushed, turned her face away, and smiled, "You...you're in such high spirits today?
" As she spoke, she felt a growing heat and fullness in her private parts, and that precious thing inside her was beginning to regain its strength.
Wen Yuan said softly, "Xiao Yin, do you still want it? If you're already very tired, I won't do it."

Little Murong smiled sweetly, her beauty captivating, and said softly, "Your naughty thing is already...hard...
hard, how can I not do it?" Wen Yuan hugged her and kissed her a few times, and said softly, "You fainted just now
, I was really afraid you'd be exhausted, don't push yourself, it's okay if you don't do it."

Little Murong felt a sweet warmth in her heart and smiled softly, "Yes, I'm really tired too. You're considerate of me, so I
should be considerate of you, right? I can't let your thing go to waste." She pushed against Wen Yuan's chest, twisted
her slender waist a few times, and let Wen Yuan's penis withdraw from her body. She bent down, her jade-like hands gently cupping it, and
with a sigh , softly said, "Brother Wenyuan, let me clean it for you, okay?" Her cherry lips parted slightly, and her
pink tongue licked around the tip.

The penis, still wet and sticky from the intense lovemaking and remaining inside Xiao Murong's body,
was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Xiao Murong carefully and gently licked away the fluid with her tongue, her throat
trembling as she swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

In no time, Xiao Murong had licked the penis clean, leaving only glistening saliva.
She smiled gently at Wen Yuan and said softly, "Want me to swallow it?" Wen Yuan patted her head and laughed,
"Okay." Little Murong's cheeks flushed, and she gently pushed his penis with her index finger, sighing, "Every time I look at it up close like this,
it gets so big..." She opened her cherry-like mouth and slowly took it in. With a suck in her throat, her oral cavity
contracted, and Wen Yuan trembled all over, almost ejaculating.

Little Murong's oral skills were superb, and Wen Yuan had already experienced them many times. Now, he let her serve him, stroking her
shoulders, feeling his lower body becoming more and more aroused, enjoying her swallowing and spitting. Just as he was drifting in ecstasy, he suddenly heard
several strange sounds coming from the distant sea, like the cries of eagles and owls, and a ship
was approaching .

Little Murong blushed, thinking, "A ship is coming soon, I can't play for too long." She teased with her ten fingers
and used her tongue and teeth to make Wen Yuan feel like he was in heaven. Suddenly, Xiao Murong exhaled a warm
breath, like a thin thread slipping into the tip of his penis. Wen Yuan jolted, and Xiao Murong
immediately began to suckle vigorously, moaning softly. Wen Yuan could no longer restrain himself. He cried out
, grabbed Xiao Murong's shoulders, and with a thrust of his hips, ejaculated fully.

"Cough, um!" Xiao Murong closed her eyes, her mouth filled with a rush of heat, overflowing with his semen.
This time , Wen Yuan's ejaculation was even more abundant than before. Xiao Murong was caught off guard and couldn't swallow it all, causing
her to spit out his penis and cough violently twice. The ejaculation continued, filling her lips and
some landing on her face.

Xiao Murong gasped for breath, a drop of semen falling from her lips. Noticing it
, she quickly wiped it away in embarrassment, only to see Wen Yuan smiling at her. Little Murong blushed, smiled slightly, and whispered
, "Feeling better?" Wen Yuan touched her cheek and laughed, "With you, Little Murong, by my side,
even being an immortal wouldn't be as good as this." Just then 　　, the ship approached the shore

. Little Murong was afraid of being seen in their situation, and felt extremely
embarrassed. She said in a coquettish voice, "Someone's coming! We...we'd better hurry, or we'll be seen."

Ten Scenes of Silk (147)

=== ... Wen Yuan handed his robe to Xiao Murong, saying, " Wear this back first, then change into something else." Xiao Murong blushed as she put on the robe and smiled at Wen Yuan, saying, " You tore my clothes, are you going to compensate me?" Wen Yuan smiled, about to speak, when a , even more shrill than before. 　　After a moment, a whistling sound came from the distant coast, much higher-pitched and more piercing than the sound from the ship , its strange tone sending chills down one's spine. Upon hearing the voice, Wen Yuan was immediately startled: "I've heard that voice before. Yes, it was the one that Yunxiao Sect's Eastern Branch sent when they contacted Yun Feichang that night. So the person who came is an enemy, not a friend." He thought of Yun Feichang, Cheng Taihao's group, and then of the Fragrance-Stealing Banquet . He immediately thought of Zi Yuan and was eager to investigate. He said, "Xiao Yin, you go back to the inn first. I'll go take a look." 　　Xiao Murong hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is it Cheng Taihao's group?" Wen Yuan replied, "It sounds like it. I'll go see what they're up to." "You little devil," said Xiao Murong. "I'll go with you." Wen Yuan shook his head and said, "I can manage on my own. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to come along." Xiao Murong blushed, thinking that she was disheveled and had been made to faint twice by Wen Yuan, so she was really weak. Moreover, the other party was a wicked person. If she went, she might suffer. So she nodded and said, "Come back quickly." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Okay." 　　The ship was moored far away, separated from the beach where the two were, by some rocks. It was a rocky shore . Wen Yuan gathered his true energy and, with a few leaps, used the layers of rocks as cover to silently approach. He saw that the ship was two stories high, with three large white sails, each embroidered with a black roc, which was magnificent . Wen Yuan's mind raced, and he thought to himself, "Could this be the ship of 'Ten Thousand Mile Flying Roc' Cheng Taihao?" 　　He hid behind a pile of rocks and slowly approached the ship. He saw several people standing on the shore, two of whom looked somewhat familiar . Wen Yuan focused his attention and immediately remembered, "It's 'Western Heaven Peacock' Zhuo Shan and 'Sky-Piercing Swift Feather' Di Jiucang. This group is indeed from the Eastern Branch of the Cloud Soaring Sect." 　　He could faintly hear the conversation carried by the sea breeze, and a sinister voice said, " It is an honor for our sect to have Venerable Envoy Mu come in person. A banquet has been prepared on board. Would Venerable Envoy Mu please move to our ship and rest for a while? " The speaker was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and squinted eyes, as if his eyes had been damaged from overuse. He wore a necklace with nine small, dark skulls around his neck, making him look extremely eerie. 　　Before Wen Yuan set off, he heard Qin Panying, Miao Qiongyin, and the Liu sisters talk about the figures of the Yunxiao Eastern Sect.

Upon seeing the nine-headed skull necklace, a chill ran down his spine: "If Miss Qin is correct, this man must be
the second-highest expert of the Eastern Branch of the Cloud Soaring Sect, named 'Nine-Headed Bird' Sikong Ba. He's second only to Cheng Taihao,
so this man surnamed Mu must be of extraordinary status."

Then a tall, elderly man said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Brother Sikong. This young lady is no ordinary person.
Please inform your sect's disciples not to disturb her." Sikong Ba laughed sarcastically, "Haha,
haha, of course!" "

Soaring Feather" Di Jiucang said, "Is this woman truly breathtakingly beautiful? I'd like to see her for myself
. Venerable Mu, are we not even allowed a glimpse?" The elderly man surnamed Mu said, "Not even a glimpse
. Before the Incense-Seizing Banquet, I must ensure this Miss Ziyuan remains unharmed. If anything happens to her
, I cannot bear the responsibility!"

"Zi Yuan!" The words jolted Wen Yuan awake, filling him with both surprise and joy
. A multitude of thoughts raced through his mind: "Could Zi Yuan be on this ship? Wasn't she captured by the Four Non-People? This... this old man's surname is Mu
, so he's not one of the Four Non-People. This Sikong Ba calls him 'Your Excellency,' could he be a
tomb guardian from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect? Zi Yuan... could they be taking Zi Yuan to Red Stone Island?"

Wen Yuan's mind was in turmoil, his heart pounding like a drum. He no longer paid attention to what the people on the shore were saying
. He composed himself and thought, "They're all on shore now, I might as well take this opportunity to board the ship
and see what's going on." Hearing that they were inviting the man surnamed Mu onto the ship, fearing that the ship would soon set sail without him
returning to the inn to find Murong Xiu and the others, he decided to go find Zi Yuan himself.

He used his lightness skill to circle around the crowd, avoiding their gazes, and submerged himself in the sea from a rocky spot on the shore
. He concentrated his inner energy, slowly swam to the other side of the ship, surfaced, pressed
one hand against the hull, and used the momentum to propel himself out of the water like an arrow, creating a spray of waves, and gracefully leaped onto
the ship. A sailor on deck, startled by Wen Yuan's sudden appearance, was about to call out when
Wen Yuan casually struck his pressure points, causing him to collapse silently onto the deck.

Wen Yuan, unsure if there were any other experts on board, dared not be careless. He moved
stealthily to the upper cabin door, peeking out. He saw more than ten young women in brocade robes preparing a banquet inside. He looked around but couldn't find Zi
Yuan . Just as he was about to search the lower cabin, he heard footsteps. The members of the Yunxiao Eastern Sect and the old man surnamed Mu had
boarded the ship from the other side.

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Di Jiucang and Zhuo Shan are quite skilled in martial arts, and I don't know much about the others' abilities
. I can't act rashly." He then focused his mind and listened quietly as everyone entered the upper cabin, took their seats
, and exchanged pleasantries. Then, melodious music filled the air, with young women in brocade robes playing

soft tunes, but Di Jiucang was nowhere to be seen in the cabin. Hearing the music playing inside, Wen Yuan tiptoed away, intending to peek into the lower cabin. Suddenly, he heard
a , and the ship moved slightly, having already retrieved the anchor. Hidden in the shadows, Wen Yuan casually
glanced towards the bow and saw Di Jiucang holding the anchor chain, clearly having single-handedly pulled up the heavy anchor weighing several tens of kilograms
. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "This man's arm strength is truly remarkable, and his internal energy is also quite formidable. This kind of
fierce skill is comparable to the agile martial arts of Miss Huyan and the others. However, apart from Miss Huyan and
Miss Qin, the Western Sect has no other top-tier fighters. If they really fight, I'm afraid they will be no match for these Eastern Sect experts.
"

He glanced at them and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly heard Di Jiucang shout, "Who goes there?" The man
arrived with the shout, and before he could finish, an arm with five hook-like fingers was already grabbing at Wen Yuan's back with incredible speed. Wen Yuan was shocked
, not expecting that the other party had noticed his location. His mind raced like lightning: "I must
get rid of !" Although he felt the force of the wind approaching, he did not turn around, but rolled away to avoid it.

Di Jiucang was known as "Sky-Piercing Swift Feather," not only because of his
mastery but also because of his sharp, eagle-like eyesight, which was extremely rare in the martial arts world. Anyone else would have found it
incredibly difficult to spot Wen Yuan hiding in the shadows, but Di Jiucang became alert the moment Wen Yuan peered towards the bow of the ship, and immediately launched his attack.
Upon seeing that it was Wen Yuan, he paused for a moment, then shouted, "Good lad, it's you!" With
a double-claw strike, "Soaring Eagle Sweeps the Wilds," his ten fingers plunged straight down towards Wen Yuan, who was rolling on the deck.

Wen Yuan dodged the attack, using the opportunity to gather his inner strength. Seeing the ferocity of Di Jiucang's attack, which was exactly what he wanted
, he braced himself with one palm, his body rising like a wisp of smoke, leaping into the air between Di Jiucang's arms, onto the cabin roof,
and then jumping to the other side of the cabin. Di Jiucang shouted, "Kid, don't even think about escaping!"
He leaped onto the cabin roof as well, looking down, but could not see Wen Yuan, only three unconscious
sailors.

At this moment, everyone in the cabin had already come out upon hearing the commotion. Sikong Badao asked, "Junior Brother Di, what's wrong?" Di Jiucang
replied, "Someone sneaked onto the ship. It's that kid who helped Huyan Feng and his group of women escape the other day
, his name is Wen Yuan." He didn't know Wen Yuan's name; others had found out.

The Tibetan monk "Western Peacock" Zhuo Shan asked, "Where did he go?" Di Jiucang said, "He's definitely
still on the ship. We need to search carefully." He jumped onto the deck. As soon as he landed, he heard
a "plop" from the other end of the cabin, and something fell into the sea.

Zhuo Shan shouted, "Boy, don't run away!" His lightness skill was inferior to Di Jiucang's, so he didn't have time to leap over the top .
He directly exerted his strength and rushed in through the cabin door on one side and out on the other. Wen Yuan was nowhere to be seen on the deck, and
the foam on the sea surface hadn't dissipated, so it was clear that Wen Yuan had already submerged into the sea and escaped.

Di Jiucang rushed over immediately and, seeing the situation, cursed, "You brat, you ran away so fast!
" Zhuo Shan remained silent and revived the sailors.

Sikong Ba walked over and laughed, "Haha, let him run away! It's good that he ran away, we don't need to
bother catching him, right? Anyway, if he wants to steal the incense banquet, we'll catch him eventually." He turned to a
disciple of the Eastern Sect and said, "Go check the lower deck and see if that Miss Ziyuan is alright. Also check the small boat on the side
, don't let that brat do anything and let her escape in a small boat too. It's alright
if the brat runs away, but if runs away, that would be terrible!" The disciple bowed and agreed, then withdrew.

Sikong Ba laughed and said, "Set sail! Set sail! Don't let that brat spoil our fun.
Envoy Mu, let's go back to the cabin for a drink. I'll toast you three more times, hahaha!"

Di Jiucang was furious and cursed, "No one has ever escaped my sight. If it weren't for this brat hiding..."
"If he gets into the water, we'll tear him in two!" After cursing a few times, he had no choice but to follow the others back into the cabin.

The sailors took the helm and hoisted the sails, and the ship slowly moved away from the shore.

However, Wen Yuan did not actually jump into the sea. He smashed a hole in a large wooden barrel on the deck,
stuffed it with heavy objects, and threw it into the sea. Seawater poured into the barrel, and it did not float but sank straight down, while he
himself hid in a large wooden box on the deck. This move was improvisation, learned from
the method used by Little Murong in the Changling Underground Palace to hide Zi Yuan and avoid the enemy.

Hearing everyone leave, Wen Yuan lifted the wooden crate and stepped out. While wary, he was also overjoyed, thinking,
"Zi Yuan is in the lower deck! She really is here!" He took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress his elation,
and regulated his inner energy. He thought, "According to Si Kongba, there's a small boat on the ship. Fortunately, they think I
'm not on board anymore. Even though the ship has set sail, I can still find a chance to escape with Zi Yuan in the small boat."

Afraid of being discovered again, he stopped looking into the upper deck and went straight to the lower deck. He approached cautiously and saw
two people standing still, guarding the cabin door. He thought, "I wonder how skilled these two are."

Just then, a large wave surged up, and the ship trembled slightly. Wen Yuan, quick-witted, secretly reached out and knocked down several bamboo poles leaning against
the wall , as if shaken by the wave, scattering them across the deck with a clatter. The
two men, startled by the sound, shifted into their stances. Seeing only bamboo poles on the ground, they frowned and remained still.

Wen Yuan, realizing that the two men specialized in external martial arts while possessing only mediocre internal skills, paid them no mind.
He darted out, his palms moving with unpredictable speed, easily knocking them down with two swift blows. Just as he was about to open the door and sneak in, he
suddenly became alert: "Why are these two so alarmed by the slightest sound? Judging from their
expressions, they seem worried that someone might sneak in." He didn't rush to open the door, thinking to himself: "
Sikong Ba speaks so casually. Could it be that he knows I'm still on the ship but deliberately says Zi Yuan is
here to lure me into a trap?"

As he pondered this, he heard a faint, clear sound. Several notes of a pipa string drifted from the cabin, extremely soft and subtle
, like a gentle drizzle falling on a lotus pond, creating ripples that adorned the green lotus leaves
like pearls.

Upon hearing the pipa music, Wen Yuan froze, a surge of overwhelming joy welling up within him: "Zi Yuan
, this is the pipa music only Zi Yuan can play! She's really inside!" For a moment, he was no longer afraid
of any ambush. Even knowing the other side had countless schemes and tricks, nothing could stop him from opening the door
. With a push, the hatch opened.

(Chapter 148) 　　Looking around, he saw no one in the cabin, yet the pipa music continued. Wen Yuan quietly entered, closed

the hatch, and looked around. He saw a large iron box placed to the side of the cabin. 　　The box was eight or nine feet long and wide, perfectly square, but one corner was raised with gold bars, making it crooked. Although the box was cast iron, all eight corners were covered in gold. The box was carved with intricate patterns on all four sides, depicting auspicious beasts like dragons, turtles, phoenixes, and unicorns, as well as various flowers, birds, landscapes, and figures, all rendered with exquisite detail and meticulous carving. The eyes of all the birds and beasts were adorned with precious stones and jade—some pearls, some agate, others jadeite and glass—shining brilliantly and dazzlingly beautiful. The entire box was a truly magnificent and rare treasure. 　　The iron box was not airtight; within its intricate patterns, there were many openwork sections. The sound of a pipa, like wind rustling through a bamboo forest, flowed from between the claws of a coiled dragon and the wings of a phoenix, serene and otherworldly, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness , like the sighs of a fairy. 　　Wen Yuan froze, then flew into a rage, thinking, "These villains, have they locked Zi Yuan in this box?" In his shock and anger, he placed his hands on the iron box and whispered, "Zi Yuan, are you...are you in here ?" 　　The pipa music abruptly ceased; there was no sound from within the box, no response whatsoever. Wen Yuan was extremely anxious. He shook the iron box forcefully and whispered, "Zi Yuan, Zi Yuan! Answer me, is it you? Is it really you?" 　　Through the gaps in the patterns, a clear eye appeared, its gentle gaze falling on Wen Yuan's face like a pool of autumn water. The moment Wen Yuan met that gaze, his heart trembled. He gripped the openwork of the box tightly with both hands , pressing his body against it, wishing he could be as close as possible to the person inside. Overjoyed , he couldn't help but cry out, "Zi Yuan, it really is you!" Knowing that Zi Yuan, whom he had longed for day and night, was only inches away, Wen Yuan's heart was so excited that it felt like it would burst out of his chest. For a moment, he forgot his perilous situation and cried out in a hoarse voice. 　　Zi Yuan remained silent, her eyes brimming with joy and excitement, and a tear welled up in her eye . Wen Yuan gave the iron box a hard shake, finding it heavy and sturdy, impossible to break with his own strength alone. He asked softly , "Zi Yuan, how are you feeling? Did they...did they hurt you?" Through the crack , he saw Zi Yuan's eyes sway slightly from side to side, as if she were gently shaking her head, her eyes filled with longing, as if saying, "We can see each other again. What's the point of worrying about the suffering we endured before?" 　　Wen Yuan suddenly realized he hadn't heard Zi Yuan say a word. Anxious, he asked softly, " Zi Yuan , can't you speak? If so, play a tune on your pipa." There was a brief silence from inside the box, followed by a soft tinkling of a pipa string. Wen Yuan thought, "Could those people have silenced her?" He examined the box carefully, intending to release Zi Yuan and release her pressure points, but he couldn't find any way to open it. Looking up, he saw a corner of the box gleaming with golden light. A thought flashed through his mind, and he reached out to lift it. He lifted the lid, and although there was no movement, his hand felt a notch in one of the golden corners. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a keyhole. 　　Wen Yuan examined the iron box thoroughly; all eight golden corners had holes. He had a general idea of what was going on and asked Zi Yuan, "Zi Yuan, when I ask you a question, you'll answer by plucking a string. Plucking once if yes, plucking twice if no ." A pipa melody sounded. Wen Yuan said, "These six sides of the iron box can be opened , right?" Another pipa melody rang out. 　　Wen Yuan pondered, "So, to get you out, we need to open one side, which requires the keys to all four corners." He paused, then added, "Zi Yuan, were you in any danger inside the box? Did you feel uncomfortable?" Zi Yuan gently plucked the pipa twice. Wen Yuan patted his head, thinking, " She doesn't want me to worry. Even if she did, why would she admit it now?"

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the cabin; someone had arrived. Wen Yuan was startled, seeing the anxious look in Zi Yuan's eyes
. He immediately thought, "I should hide first." Just as he was about to find a place to hide, he suddenly changed his mind: "Hide from them?
What kind of trick is it to imprison Zi Yuan here? They deliberately lured me to the lower deck. If they had known
I was here, why would they have hidden? How can I show weakness when dealing with these villains? Of course not!" Thinking this
, a surge of anger welled up in Wen Yuan's chest. Instead, he took a step forward and stood before the iron box, his eyes fixed
on the cabin door.

The cabin door opened, revealing several figures: the Nine-Headed Bird Sikong Ba, the Sky-Piercing Feather Di Jiucang, the Western Heaven
Peacock Zhuo Shan, the old man surnamed Mu, and several disciples of the Eastern Sect. Wen Yuan's prediction was entirely correct; Sikong
Ba had indeed deliberately lured him here, but Sikong Ba and the others seemed quite surprised. They assumed Wen Yuan would
hide and wait for an opportunity, but they hadn't expected him to stand alone, neither dodging nor avoiding them, right
in front of them.

Sikong Ba was slightly taken aback, then smiled broadly and said, "You're Wen Yuan?" Wen Yuan replied, "
That's me." Sikong Ba stroked his chin and laughed, "Good lad, you've got guts. You sneaked onto the ship,
presumably intending to take this Zi Yuan away." Wen Yuan composed himself and said, "I suppose you won't agree,
will you?"

Sikong Ba laughed, "Even if you did, it wouldn't work. If you want to take Zi Yuan away, you'll have to release her first
. However, none of us can open this 'illegitimate treasure chest' of the Four Non-Humans. Do you
know why? Hehe..." "We don't have the key." He chuckled mischievously and said, "
The women who are sent to the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet from the 'Improper Treasure Chest' always have to be completely naked, hehe. Although
you can always see them at the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet, I've heard that this Sister Ziyuan is as beautiful as a fairy. I really want to see her first! If
we had the key, we would definitely open it without you having to tell us!"

Wen Yuan was startled by this and turned to look through the gap in the pattern. He saw that Ziyuan's eyes had looked away. It was impossible to tell whether
she wearing clothes or not, but her eyes had shifted away, showing a hint of embarrassment. He knew that what Sikong Ba said
was true. Sikong Ba laughed, "Little brother, you don't need to be so
impatient ? Haha, haha!"

Suddenly, Wen Yuan, without turning his head, sprang back like a streak of smoke, instantly
appearing three feet in front of Sikong Ba. He struck with a backhand palm, the force deep and powerful, the attack extremely dangerous, instantly
covering Sikong Ba's upper body. Sikong Ba was caught off guard by the sudden attack. Surprised, he reacted with lightning
speed, his palms flying, his palm techniques incorporating claw techniques, agile and cunning. He swiftly grabbed three times, feinting to
deflect Wen Yuan's palm force, and then seized Wen Yuan's wrist pulse point.

Wen Yuan, angered by the disrespect shown to Zi Yuan, launched a sudden attack, fully utilizing
the essence of the "Wind and Thunder Guiding" melody. However, Sikong Ba's martial arts were equally formidable, and he immediately retaliated with a powerful move. Wen Yuan's heart
tightened, and he dodged, thinking, "This grab is incredibly powerful! This man is a formidable opponent; I cannot underestimate him." He
turned to face Sikong Ba, his palms moving swiftly, then suddenly separating them with a fluid and elegant flourish,
incorporating the essence of the "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank" melody into his palm technique.

While "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank" is commonly found in external martial arts, it is also a melodious zither piece. Wen Yuan's
infusion of its essence into his palm technique resembled a flock of wild geese soaring across the sky, vast and light, the palm force appearing and disappearing, like the cry of wild geese.
No matter how well Sikong Ba observed his surroundings, he could not discern the source of the attack.

Sikong Ba, seeing the exquisite skill of Wen Yuan's moves, was secretly astonished, thinking, " I've never
seen this kid's martial arts before. What kind of skill is it? Judging from the agility of this palm strike, it's similar to the Western Sect's martial arts
, but even better." However, he possessed the unique skills of the Eastern Sect of the Yunxiao Sect. The Yunxiao Sect's martial arts were created by imitating birds. Although Wen Yuan's
palm technique was exquisite, it was clearly comparable to the Western Sect's martial arts. Sikong Ba was not afraid. He suddenly let out a strange cry,
jumped up, and leaped onto Wen Yuan's head. Head down, feet up, he brought his palms together and chopped down like
a giant axe. A sharp gust of wind followed, tearing through the air.

It turned out that Sikong Ba had seen the mystery of Wen Yuan's moves, but his internal strength was inferior to his own. So he used the Yunxiao Sect's most
skilled lightness skill to forcefully break through, and then, relying on his strength, he attacked Wen Yuan with his internal force. The martial arts of the Yunxiao Eastern
Sect emphasize internal energy. Initially, they appear unremarkable, but their power grows increasingly formidable with practice. "Nine-Headed Bird"
Sikong Ba, Cheng Taihao's senior brother, unleashed a strike that combined over thirty years of his internal energy, making it incredibly powerful. The attack
spanned several feet, creating a fierce gust of wind. Simultaneously, Di Jiucang flashed behind Wen Yuan, his eagle claws
attacking Wen Yuan's left and right sides. Zhuo Shan frantically channeled his internal energy, his left fingers forming a hand seal, striking directly at Wen Yuan. This "
Ming Wang Great Hand Seal" combined the internal energy of the Tantric School and the Yunxiao Sect, its power fierce and profound, its momentum vast.
In an instant , Wen Yuan was caught in the crossfire of three Yunxiao Sect masters. The three men's surging internal energy formed a
cage around Wen Yuan, leaving him nowhere to hide. As

their fierce attacks converged, Wen Yuan suddenly cried out incoherently, his steps faltering, his body swaying precariously
, seemingly forced off balance by the three powerful attacks. Di Jiucang and Zhuo Shan were overjoyed, both thinking, "This
move will surely kill you, brat!" Sikong Ba's expression changed, his palms spread to the left and right, mimicking the shape of spreading wings
. He raised his head, and his descent instantly transformed into gliding, sweeping over Wen Yuan and flying more than two zhang away.
As soon as he landed, two loud "bangs" and "thuds" were heard behind him; Zhuo Shan and Di Jiucang had inexplicably
fallen to the ground, looking utterly disheveled. Wen Yuan stumbled along, as if drunk, seemingly on the verge of collapse
, but swaying left and right, he remained poised to fall.

The old man surnamed Mu was none other than Mu Yanding, the ancestral tomb guardian of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. He had been observing coldly, but
when he saw Wen Yuan suddenly turn the tables at the critical moment, he couldn't help but be startled. Wen Yuan's movements were strange; first,
before Zhuo Shan's hand seals arrived, he ducked and tripped him, then turned and grabbed Di Jiucang's ankle,
causing him to fall flat on his back. Because of his low position, neither of their attacks had a chance to take effect. Only
Sikong Ba, with his keen eye, noticed the unusual stance of Wen Yuan and dodged first, avoiding
the embarrassment that Di Jiucang and Zhuo Shan suffered .

Di Jiucang was filled with shame and anger. He tried to get up and fight again, but his lower body was paralyzed. It turned out that when Wen Yuan
grabbed his ankle, he had sealed half of his acupoints. Zhuo Shan leaped to his feet, cursing, "You little brat!"
Before he could attack again, Sikong Ba shouted

, "Junior brother, step back! You can't handle this kid!" Mu Yanding stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Wen Yuan, is this 'Drunken Madness' technique also derived from
the Seven-Stringed Zither ?"

Wen Yuan was slightly startled, stopped his stance, and said, "Indeed, it turns out that you, senior, also understand qin music." Mu Yanding
said, "Ruan Ji of the Wei and Jin dynasties lamented the impossibility of Taoism, feigned madness while indulging in wine, and composed this piece to express his feelings. I have immersed myself in the qin for decades
, how could I not know? Apart from this 'Drunken Madness' piece, there is no other qin piece that can match the form and meaning of your martial arts
." Wen Yuan was quite surprised that he had seen through his martial arts. He composed himself slightly and said, "Senior is deeply versed in the principles of the qin,
I admire you."

Others who saw Wen Yuan's movements thought he was using a kind of martial arts like the Drunken Eight Immortals, but they did not know that Wen Yuan
was taking inspiration from Ruan Ji's "Drunken Madness" qin piece, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, and the artistic conception was completely different. Mu Yanding had
heard that Wen Yuan used qin music to comprehend martial arts, and he himself had tried to comprehend the seven strings of the qin for both civil and martial arts.
Although still saw through Wen Yuan's path of martial arts. He said, "Brother Sikong, please leave first, let
this old man take care of this person. The skills I will use later will not distinguish between friend and foe, I'm afraid it will not be appropriate for you."

Sikong Ba was greatly impressed when he saw that Mu Yanding had seen through Wen Yuan's skills in
one
sentence. He thought to himself, "This old fellow is really capable. I didn't see it, but you did. If you are capable, you can deal with this kid." He then cupped his hands and laughed, "We really dare not
test our skills with Venerable Mu's 'Five-Tone Finger Flicking,' so please, Venerable Mu, show us your divine power. Just don't injure that beauty, we ca
n't !" Zhuo Shan then released Di Jiucang's acupoints, and the Yunxiao Sect members all withdrew from the cabin,
leaving only Mu Yanding and Wen Yuan facing each other.

Seeing Mu Yanding's composed demeanor, Wen Yuan knew he was not to be trifled with. Glancing at the "Unorthodox Treasure Chest," he thought
, "Even if I get rid of this man, Sikong Ba will still come to entangle me. Dealing with Di Jiucang and Zhuo Shan earlier was just
a temporary trick. If they each unleash their true power and swarm at me, it will be impossible to handle them. Now, I can only
fight them one by one, starting with this Mu fellow." He immediately circulated his inner energy, channeling the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique through his eight
extraordinary meridians , focusing

his mind on the challenge. Mu Yanding stood silently with his hands behind his back, motionless. Suddenly, a series of
metallic clanging sounds rang out, rhythmic and extremely loud. Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan felt his inner energy surge
, his heart pounded violently, and his entire body trembled.

Wen Yuan was terrified, not knowing where the sound came from. He only heard a metallic rhythm, and his heart pounded
with fear . His skin felt as if it were about to split apart, and countless waves surged within him, as if hundreds of
swords were slicing and cutting inside his body. Wen Yuan tried to resist with his divine power, but
his mind was still in chaos, with excruciating pain and inexplicable restlessness. He thought, "What is this sound? Where is it coming from? Is it... is it that Mu guy making this
?" He glanced at Mu Yanding and saw that his hands were still behind his back. Suddenly, it dawned on him: "There's
something strange behind this old ghost!" At this moment, he lost his mind and seemed about to be driven mad by the strange sound at any moment. He gritted his teeth and endured
it. He pushed off with his feet and rushed towards Mu Yanding, striking out with a palm.

Mu Yanding took a step back, avoiding the attack. Suddenly, a series of metallic clangs rang out. He clenched
his fists swung them out from behind Wen Yuan. When they reached Wen Yuan, his two thumbs suddenly swept across the other eight fingers,
producing a loud, strange sound, like the clash of weapons. In an instant, all ten fingers shot out, followed by
ten sharp, sword-like bursts of true energy.

The metallic clang intensified, and Wen Yuan felt an unbearable pain in his eardrums. Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish
, swish—ten soft sounds followed, each finger strike landing on Wen Yuan's chest. Wen Yuan hadn't
managed to dodge a single blow. His body felt as if it had been pierced by ten holes. His internal energy collapsed, and he stumbled backward several steps before collapsing
to the ground with a loud "whoosh," spitting out a mouthful of blood that soaked through his clothes.

Wen Yuan was injured in a single move. In his dazed state, he looked up and saw that Mu Yanding
had an iron ring on each of his ten fingers. He immediately understood: "That's it, that's the sound of the rings on his fingers clattering together
. His internal strength is much deeper than mine, and the rhythm is rapid and dangerous, so I couldn't be on guard in time.
"

He regulated his true energy slightly. Under the power of Mu Yanding's "Five-Tone Finger Flick," although his blood was surging and
his internal injuries were not light, he still managed to stand up with his remaining strength. He thought to himself: "If I fall here, how can I save Zi Yuan?
Now that I understand the old man's moves, there must be a way to counter them."

Thinking of Zi Yuan, he suddenly felt a shock and turned to run towards the iron box, calling out to it: "Zi Yuan
, Zi Yuan, are you alright?" He remembered the strength of Mu Yanding's finger sound and was afraid that Zi Yuan could not withstand the shock and was injured. He
ignored the powerful enemy in front of him and was only afraid that Zi Yuan would be harmed because of it.

But there was no response from the iron box, nor any sound of the pipa. Peering through the crack, there was no
glance from Zi Yuan.

(Ten Scenes of Silk (149))

Wen
Yuan, anxious at the lack of a response from Zi Yuan, suddenly heard Mu Yanding say, "My skills
are nothing to Miss Zi Yuan. I can't possibly harm her. However, while Miss Zi Yuan is skilled in music, she has no
martial arts. It's inevitable that she'll be knocked unconscious by my internal energy, but she won't be injured. Wen Yuan, you don't need
to worry unnecessarily. Take this!" The sound of metal clanging reverberated again, like weapons clashing, thunder and fire erupting.
Wen Yuan's body trembled, and he quickly channeled his internal energy to defend himself, turning around.

Having already suffered a great loss upon their first exchange, Wen Yuan dared not be distracted. He secretly channeled his profound inner energy, intending to counter the thunderous tones of the "Five-Tone
Finger Strike ." Suddenly, he had a change of heart: "Simply using internal energy to resist would
only lead to repeating the same mistakes. The power of this skill lies in the sound of the iron rings clashing; the way to break it lies therein."

The reason why Mu Yanding's "Five-Tone Finger Strike" was so powerful was not only due to
the internal energy infused in the sound, but also to its abrupt rhythm. Each sound was like a sharp blade, forcefully blocking
the flow of qi and blood in the listener's meridians. When it was used to its fullest extent, it could completely disrupt the opponent's heartbeat, muscle contractions, breathing,
and all would be out of control, leaving them with no choice but to await their death.

Wen Yuan, deeply versed in phonetics and understanding the subtleties of musical melodies—capable of influencing one's mood, thoughts, and actions
—was struck by Mu Yanding's "Five-Tone Finger Strike." Though injured, a countermeasure flashed through his mind.
He immediately retreated, rushing to the rear door of the lower deck, blasting it open with a palm strike, and dashed out.

Mu Yanding shouted, "Where do you think you're going?" He channeled his inner energy, his movements as swift as a shooting star, catching up to Wen Yuan
. His right hand clenched and unclenched, producing a series of clanging sounds as five bursts of finger force shot out. Wen Yuan
lightly , his figure gracefully rising onto the deck. Mu Yanding's five fingers missed their mark. Wen Yuan then fled through the rear door...
He entered the upper cabin. Presumably, Sikong Ba and the others were still waiting at the front door of the lower cabin. Inside, only a few women in brocade robes were present. Upon seeing
Wen Yuan burst in, they all gasped and retreated.

Wen Yuan ignored them, his figure darting around, his hands flashing, until he stood before a table of food and wine. He had already taken
four celadon teacups, placing them alongside the three already on the table, lining them up. He then poured the tea from
each onto the floor, and picked up a teapot.

Just then, a clanging sound was heard, and Mu Yanding had caught up. He saw Wen Yuan sitting at the table,
leisurely pouring tea, one cup after another, completely ignoring Mu Yanding's arrival.

Mu Yanding was slightly taken aback, his suspicions growing. He didn't attack rashly, saying, "What are you doing?" Wen Yuan
had already finished pouring seven cups of tea, put down the teapot, and smiled, "Senior Mu's skill is astonishing. I need to prepare myself
, otherwise I can't withstand it. Senior Mu, please make another move!"

At this moment, Sikong Ba, Di Jiucang, and the others heard the strange noise and rushed in through the front door, forming a pincer movement
. Seeing Wen Yuan sitting leisurely, they were all surprised. Mu Yanding didn't know what secrets Wen Yuan held in his cups, so he wasn't in a hurry to advance
. He said, "Alright, stand up and take a few more of my moves." Wen Yuan smiled slightly, picked up a pair of
chopsticks with his right hand, stood up, and said, "Please!"

Seeing him holding the chopsticks, Mu Yanding thought to himself, "I wonder what tricks this kid is up to." With a flick of his fingers,
the five-note finger snapping sounded again, like a thousand troops and horses shaking the earth.

Fearing being caught in the crossfire, Sikong Ba and the others were about to retreat when they suddenly heard a few soft "clinks, clatters, and clangs."
Wen Yuan holding a chopstick in each hand, tapped his teacup several times. This sound, combined
with the clanging of the iron rings, was pleasant and melodious, greatly reducing the harshness of the sounds like swords and spears. The two sounds intertwined
seamlessly, perfectly complementing each other. What was originally a sound that could invisibly harm was now inexplicably pleasing to the ear.

Mu Yanding was startled, his finger movements faltering for a moment. He quickly regained his composure, his index fingers moving erratically, the iron rings
clanging repeatedly, producing a series of resounding clangs imbued with superior internal force, causing the dishes and bowls on the table to clatter.
Such power from just his fingers demonstrated Mu Yanding's truly extraordinary internal martial arts skills. Wen Yuan remained calm and composed, his two chopsticks
dancing nimbly among the seven teacups, each strike perfectly timed with the lingering impact of the iron ring,
subtly and effortlessly dispelling the powerful, piercing sound.

The chopsticks, crafted of wood, struck the porcelain cups with a smooth, clear sound. The marvelous thing was that each of the seven teacups produced
a distinct pitch, like the seven strings of a zither. Wen Yuan struck them casually, arbitrarily, and the ordinary
chopsticks and teacups spontaneously produced a spectrum of tones. Compared to the thunderous roar of Mu Yanding's ten fingers,
the sound was far less powerful, but it possessed a clear and elegant quality. Like clouds rising from the end of a stream, the sound continued
endlessly The wooden chopsticks and porcelain cups seemed to contain pearls amidst the metallic clang of Mu Yanding's music, creating a
serene and pleasing sound that soothed the soul. Where was the power of the previous five-tone finger strike?

In this way, the situation changed instantly. Wen Yuan casually tapped his chopsticks against his cup, while Mu Yanding looked
serious , sweat dripping from his forehead. Although the sharp sounds from his fingers grew louder, they clearly could no longer injure
Wen Yuan. Sikong Ba was secretly surprised, thinking, "This kid is indeed not simple. It seems that old man Mu may not be able to
win ."

In terms of actual martial arts, although Wen Yuan had grasped the essence of the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin, he was still inferior to Mu Yanding's
decades of profound internal strength. However, in this battle of musicality, Mu Yanding was no match for Wen Yuan.
Wen Yuan poured different shades of tea into each of the seven teacups, and when he tapped them, the sounds varied in pitch. When he first learned
music he didn't have a qin yet. He would tap his cups and bowls with his chopsticks while eating for fun, and over time, he developed this
skill. He never thought that he would use this technique in martial arts one day. At this moment, he was well-versed in music
, and his striking technique was even more adept. The wooden chopsticks contained profound power, and
with each strike, the energy was transmitted, affecting Mu Yanding's internal energy and blood. He used skill to gain the upper hand and gradually turned the tables.

Each time Mu Yanding's rings crossed, he used a great deal of internal force. His fingers felt slightly sore and numb, but he saw no problem
with Wen Yuan . On the contrary, he was gradually affected by the melody of Wen Yuan's cup-tapping, making it difficult for him to maintain the powerful
sound waves. The more he fought, the more exhausted he became, and the more terrified he felt: "That day, Miss Ziyuan guided me
on the principles , and from that I gained a deeper understanding of the art. My 'Five-Tone Finger Strike' skill has become even more refined.
How could I be no match for Wen Yuan? His internal strength is far inferior to mine, so why can he withstand it? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't
make sense!"

Wen Yuan saw that Mu Yanding's strength had increased and his eyes were bloodshot, knowing that he could not hold on much longer
. He thought to himself, "It seems that in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, this 'Five-Tone Finger Strike' will be broken." Just then,
his true energy in his chest suddenly became slightly turbid. He nearly lost his advantage due to insufficient internal force when using chopsticks. He quickly gathered his internal energy to stabilize
the rhythm, secretly alarmed: "This is bad. I was hit by his fierce attack just now, and it seems that I am indeed seriously injured.
My internal energy is probably running out. Could it be that I have failed at the last step of my arduous journey, and I am not enough to hold on until I defeat him
?"

In the instant he hesitated, Mu Yanding suddenly shouted, clenched his fists together, and the iron
rings shook out with a thunderous sound. Combining the momentum of this shout, he leaped up and
punched Wen Yuan with his fists, displaying unparalleled strength. This attack was Mu Yanding's all-out, desperate move. Realizing he
could no longer was shocked and dejected. Suddenly, he noticed a slight instability in Wen Yuan's playing, and
a thought flashed through his mind: "This is my only chance to defeat this brat!" Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed the devastating "Yellow Bell Destruction," clenching his fists with
all his might . Ten iron rings
shattered simultaneously after a tremendous explosion, the force of his fist sweeping several meters, pressing directly against Wen Yuan's center.

The sound was so deafening that everyone's eardrums throbbed with pain. Sikong Ba's expression changed, and he tried to retreat hastily, but
halfway there, he lost his footing and fell to the ground. Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan, and the others also stumbled and fell
. Wen Yuan, facing the attack head-on, suddenly felt short of breath. The powerful blow was already upon him. Greatly alarmed,
only one thought remained in his mind: "To save Zi Yuan, I cannot lose!" The thought had barely formed when the force of his fist arrived, leaving no
room for evasion.

In that instant, Wen Yuan lightly tapped his right hand with chopsticks, sending a teacup flying that struck Mu Yanding's
fists. The cup, imbued with the internal energy of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, didn't spill a single drop of tea. Mu Yanding's momentum didn't stop. His eyes
widened, and with a long roar, he flicked his clasped fists outwards with a powerful flick of his fingers, like a cannonball. With a loud "bang
," the teacup shattered into countless pieces halfway through its flight, the fragments splashing back with a wave of tea.

Hearing these sounds, Wen Yuan felt a surge of chaos in his meridians, his true energy surging uncontrollably. He was immediately alarmed:
"Has my skill reached its limit? How can I completely lose control?" He had no time to think further. He swung his chopsticks repeatedly
, sending six teacups flying in a chain reaction, striking Mu Yanding from all directions. However, with a series of crashes and clatters, they were all
shattered by the force of the finger flick, water droplets and porcelain shards scattering everywhere.

Hearing the sound, Wen Yuan's energy surged even more violently. His hands loosened, unable to hold the chopsticks, feeling that Mu Yanding's
finger force was unstoppable. Suddenly, a surge of true energy rushed up from his dantian, flowing throughout his body and gathering in his palms, leaving
him feeling utterly powerless.

At this moment, the "Yellow Bell Destruction" technique arrived, the first finger strike hitting Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan suddenly
felt a fierce force invading his meridians, his blood throbbed, and he seemed to hear a sound. Then came the second, the third,
the fourth … each strike a sharp, incomparably powerful finger strike. Wen Yuan felt the sound grow even clearer,
yet his body felt as if it were being torn apart.

In an instant, everything went black before Wen Yuan's eyes, and countless sounds echoed in his ears: the gentle
words of Xiao Murong before he boarded the ship, the surging waves, the clinking of iron rings, the clatter of chopsticks against a cup, Mu Yanding's furious shouts,
the sounds of Sikong Ba and the others falling to the ground, the shattering of teacups, the splashing of water, and even the reactions of his
meridians A cacophony of sounds followed, some pleasant, some
unpleasant, yet they were unavoidable, impossible to shake off.

Wen Yuan's mind spun wildly, unsure which sound to listen to. Suddenly,
the sound of a pipa string rang in his ears—a unique, heavenly sound that only Zi Yuan could produce. Wen Yuan
heard a sound, and all other sounds vanished instantly. He heard another, and his hands unconsciously rose slightly.
He heard yet another, and Wen Yuan suddenly felt refreshed, sensing the rhythm of his blood circulation and mastering the control
of his true energy. His heart was filled with joy, and with a casual flick of his wrists, a clear, resonant zither melody echoed in the air.

He was suddenly startled: "I wasn't really playing the zither, so where did this music come from?" He abruptly regained his senses,
opened his eyes , and saw Mu Yanding lying motionless on the ground, his hands covered in blood, his ten
fingers a bloody mess. Turning his head again, he saw Sikong Ba, Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan, and the others all unconscious on the ground, none of them moving an inch
. Wen Yuan was utterly astonished, staring at Mu Yanding, thinking, "How come they've all fallen? Sikong Ba and
the others were stunned by this Mu fellow, but... how come he's fallen too?"

In his bewilderment, he channeled his inner energy, and a surge of energy flowed freely, making him feel refreshed and invigorated, as if bathed in sweet dew . He
felt no harm whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt even more energetic, light and healthy, as if reborn.

Wen Yuan looked down at his hands and suddenly realized that he had unknowingly verified the martial arts within the "Seven Strings of
the Literary Martial Arts Qin."

Although Wen Yuan already knew the secrets of cultivating internal energy through the "Seven Strings of the Literary and Martial Arts Qin," it only aided
his progress. He had learned it, but hadn't yet applied it properly. He was naturally free-spirited, and from the Seven Strings of the Literary and Martial Arts Qin,
he had gleaned more external skills than internal ones. He had mastered the subtle essence of swordsmanship, palm techniques, and lightness skills, but his understanding of internal energy
remained limited, and he hadn't truly applied it.

Internal energy cultivation can be considered the key to advancement in martial arts. Wen Yuan, without guidance, although having
gleaned many mysteries from the Wenwu Seven-Stringed
Qin, was hampered by his limited knowledge and cultivation level, unable to fully unlock the potential of internal energy. His battle with Mu Yanding, however, allowed him to experience the combination of music and internal force for the first time. Although Mu Yanding's "Five-Tone Finger Strike" did not align with the principles of
the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin, the repeated clashes of internal energy allowed Wen Yuan to personally experience
the exchange between music and martial arts, giving him a profound sense of enlightenment.

The changing seasons, the movement of the sun and moon, and even all things in heaven and earth follow their own laws, and humans are no exception. What
Wen Yuan experienced was the wondrous method of controlling the body's breathing, muscles, and meridians. This
was naturally a higher level than his previous method of using the strings of the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin to stimulate internal energy for advancement.
In this life-or-death duel, Wen Yuan instinctively counterattacked at the last moment. Understanding
the rhythm , he pushed out with both palms, the immense force returning and shattering Mu Yanding's palm bones, thus sealing
the outcome. Although Wen Yuan was injured first, his injuries weren't too severe, but Mu Yanding suffered unparalleled
damage . If not for his strong internal energy foundation, he would have already had all his bones shattered by Wen Yuan's fierce "Yellow Bell Destruction" move
.

Wen Yuan looked around and saw everyone on the ship unconscious. He thought, "What should I do with these people? This
Senior Mu seems to have great respect for Zi Yuan; I shouldn't harm him for now." Thinking of Zi Yuan, he immediately recalled,
"I heard Zi Yuan's pipa music just now. Was it real, or a hallucination?" For a moment, he
couldn't tell. After a moment's thought, he pressed the acupoints of Sikong Ba and the others to prevent them from waking up and causing
trouble . Then he went outside the cabin to check if Zi Yuan had truly woken up.

Reaching the deck, he saw several sailors lying haphazardly on the ground, also unconscious from Mu Yanding's shock
. It seemed he had been too eager for victory and hadn't considered the inferior skills of many on board. He glanced around casually and suddenly
saw a large four-masted ship slowly approaching from the south. The first sail was embroidered with a large "非" (fei
), the second sail with another "非," the third sail with yet another "非," and
finally, the fourth sail, still bearing the character "非."

Such blatant display made it clear to anyone in the martial arts world who
owned 　　the ship. Wen Yuan sighed, thinking, "One calamity has passed, another has arrived. It seems they're coming for this ship." After a moment's thought ,
he immediately rushed down to the hold.

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Wen Yuan rushed to the box, gently
patted it a few times, and called out, "Zi Yuan, Zi Yuan!" After calling several times, there was no response from the pipa
. He thought to himself, "It really was an illusion; Zi Yuan hasn't woken up yet."

Just then, a whistle came from the sea, extremely piercing. Wen Yuan immediately recognized it as the whistle of the Si Fei people
and thought, "I'll deal with them for now." He rushed to the upper cabin, rummaged through Di Jiu Cang's pocket,
and found a dozen taels of loose silver, which he casually tossed aside. He then searched Si Kong Ba's robes and found a tubular
object. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black short flute, engraved with concentric circles of feather-shaped patterns.
Wen Yuan thought, "This is probably it." He put the flute to his lips and gently blew, producing
a strange sound like the hooting of a night owl.

Wen Yuan quickly left the cabin, hid in the shadows on the deck, and took out his short flute, blowing hard. He had just grasped
the secret between the laws of the human body and martial arts, and now, playing the flute, he naturally applied it. The flute's sound instantly became like the cry
of a bird , soaring through the wind and waves, wave after wave, losing its sharpness but becoming more
expansive and vast, shaking the surroundings.

Wen Yuan had intended to imitate the sounds made by the people of the Eastern Sect to deceive them, lest they come
to investigate if they didn't hear a response. Unexpectedly, the forceful blowing of the short flute was quite different from a gentle blowing, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering if
he could fool them.

But then, an old voice came from across the sea, saying, "Is it Sect Leader Cheng who has arrived? The Four Non-People
greet you ." Judging from the voice, it was Yun Feichang, the second-ranked among the Four Non-People. Hearing Wen Yuan's whistle, he was
secretly startled, thinking, "Sikong Ba's kung fu is strong, but there's no internal force in that whistle. It must be Cheng Taihao himself who
has arrived." He immediately called out, but received no response from anyone on the ship.

Yun Feichang waited for a while, and seeing no movement from the Yunxiao Sect's ship, he cursed inwardly, saying, "This
Cheng Taihao is so arrogant, he actually ignores me!" A soft, indifferent voice beside him chuckled, "He's
the leader of a sect, it's not a big deal if he ignores you. It would be unreasonable if he ignored the boss, wouldn't it?
" This person was a woman, none other than Mo Fei, the lowest of the four non-human beings. Yun cursed, "Cheng Taihao
wasn't even on the ship a moment ago! When did he get here? Did he hear we entrusted the Purple Jade to Old Man Mu for transport
and rush aboard to steal a taste? I won't let him get there first!" Mo Fei chuckled, "Second brother
, you're too nervous. All eight keys are with us, what are you afraid of? No matter how bold Cheng Taihao is,
how dare he destroy the illegitimate treasure chest and provoke our boss?"

Wen Yuan didn't hear any more whistles from the Four Non-humans ship and didn't move any closer. Thinking to himself, "
At least we're safe and sound." Peeking out, he saw that the Four Non-Humans' ship neither approached nor went far,
following them at a moderate distance eastward. He went back to the lower deck, thinking to himself, "It seems they're all heading to Red
Stone Island for the Fragrance-Stealing Banquet. If I turn back, they'll definitely notice. But if I don't leave now, how can I
rescue Zi Yuan?" He casually pushed a box, but it wouldn't budge. It looked to weigh at least three or four hundred pounds, and with Zi
Yuan inside, it was impossible for Wen Yuan to move it by himself. Besides, even if he could move it, he couldn't leave on the open sea
; he would have to take a ship.

As he was racking his brains, he suddenly heard several weak coughs from above. Wen Yuan recognized Mu
Yanding's voice and went to the upper deck. He saw him sitting on the ground, looking dejected, his long, silvery beard stained with
spots of blood.

Upon seeing Wen Yuan arrive, Mu Yanding nodded and said in a low voice, "I admire you, I admire you. I have personally experienced the martial arts
contained within ." Although his speech was coherent, it lacked any strength, and he was extremely weak
, as if he were about to die at any moment.

Wen Yuan saw that all ten fingers of his hands were severely injured and felt quite sorry for him. He bowed and said, "This junior
was not in control of his own destiny and injured you, senior. I will make amends in the future, but that is not possible now." Mu Yanding said, "You came to save
Miss Ziyuan, so you are naturally an enemy of our sect now. Why should you make amends? If you have the ability to take the key from me
, that is your ability, and I... will be convinced." As he said this, he pressed his hand to his chest, his body
trembled slightly , and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing the word "key," Wen Yuan's heart trembled. "Sikong Ba said the keys were all in
the hands of , but... could it be that he actually has the key to that box?" Looking at Mu Yanding, he saw no hostility in his eyes
, but rather a slight urging, and suddenly realized, "He doesn't want Zi Yuan to be sent to the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet
."

Seeing the change in his expression, Mu Yanding knew he understood. He smiled weakly, reached into his robes,
and took out a set of keys, saying, "I am a member of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, and I will never side with outsiders. This set of keys... is..." "Yes
...you obtained it yourself, not because I surrendered without a fight." Wen Yuan nodded, gently accepting the key
, thinking to himself, "You want to release Zi Yuan, but you refuse to betray the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, so naturally I won't make things difficult for you anymore." Looking at the key in his hand , he suddenly felt guilty and whispered, "Senior Mu, I will definitely invite a good doctor to heal your finger injury in the future." Mu Yanding smiled slightly and said, "Among my friends, there is one who is skilled in medicine, so you don't need to worry." He closed his eyes, slowly sat upright, and began to circulate his internal energy to treat his internal injuries, saying nothing more. 　　Wen Yuan bowed and left, rushing back to the lower deck. He took out the key from the box and saw that there were four keys in total. There were originally only two keys, which Long Yuqing had found on Tang Feidao's corpse. On the day Tang Feidao was killed by Xiao Murong's scheme in the Changling Underground Palace, Long Yuqing found two keys on his body. Although he didn't know their purpose, he still ordered someone to make a mold. He then gave Tang Feidao's body and the keys to the remaining three members of the Four Non-People and secretly used the mold to cast two more keys. 　　Later, Long Yuqing saw the Four Non-People's "Unorthodox Treasure Chest" and knew that the chest was not only sturdy but also related to a strange martial art of the Four Non-People. He thought to himself, "If I ever fall out with Kou Feitian, I need to be wary of him using this chest to ambush me . It would be best to crack it first." So he ordered a subordinate skilled in mechanisms to secretly observe the golden corner of the Unorthodox Treasure Chest. Together with the two keys Tang Feidao had originally used, he made two more keys. These four keys could open one side of the Unorthodox Treasure Chest. During this Fragrance-Stealing Banquet, the Four Non-People deliberately created a diversion, not personally escorting Zi Yuan, but entrusting her to the Imperial Mausoleum Sect and the Cloud Soaring Eastern Sect. When Long Yuqing sent Mu Yanding to escort Zi Yuan to sea, he gave Mu Yanding these four keys, originally intending for him to secretly bring Zi Yuan back when the opportunity arose, so as to continue to interrogate him about the mysteries . However, he never expected that Mu Yanding would be defeated by Wen Yuan, and even hand over the keys to Wen Yuan. 　　Wen Yuan tried to insert the keys one by one into the golden corner. After trying two corners in a row, he couldn't open them with a single key. He was both nervous and uneasy, and secretly calmed himself down, took a breath, and whispered: "Don't rush, don't rush!" He tried the third corner, inserting three keys in a row, all to no avail. When he tried the fourth key , with a "click," it went in easily. However, because he tried too hastily, his fingers hit the edge of the box and scraped his skin, drawing a little blood. 　　Wen Yuan was overjoyed. He turned the key, and with a "click," the lock on one of the golden corners opened. Then, click, click, he unlocked two more corners. He was thrilled and ecstatic, whispering, "Zi Yuan, I can see you again! You can see me again!" He then tried to insert the key into the last corner, but it wouldn't go in. 　　He paused, straining his hand, but the key still wouldn't go in; clearly, the key was wrong. Wen Yuan thought to himself...

A chill ran down his spine, and he cried out, "How could that be?" He slammed his hand on the box, which hummed loudly. He was utterly dejected
, filled with disappointment and frustration, muttering, "Only one more left, why just one more?"

In his anger, Wen Yuan picked up the key and examined it closely. Suddenly, he froze, exclaiming, "Oh dear!"
The key he was holding gleamed white, slightly stained with blood—it was the first
key , and of course, it couldn't open this corner. He paused for a moment, then chuckled to himself, muttering, "Foolish
fool, he deserves a beating!" He tried another key, and with a click, the golden corner opened.

With all four corners undone, Wen Yuan grabbed the edge of the iron plate and pulled it open with a forceful tug.
Inside , he saw the face he had longed for day and night, serenely asleep.
A few strands of long hair brushed against her fair, slightly rosy cheeks. Her stunningly naked body leaned against the box, a shimmering brocade
draped . She held a paulownia wood pipa in her arms, her slender yet delicate fingers gently
resting on the strings. Even in her stillness, a natural, exquisite melody flowed.

With a few clicks, the key fell to the ground. Wen Yuan moved the pipa aside, gently lifting her body out.
His body trembled slightly with excitement. He patted her back and softly whispered, "Zi Yuan, Zi Yuan!"

Stimulated by the true energy in his palm, her long eyelashes fluttered. Zi Yuan let out a soft moan, opening
her eyes for the first time , and suddenly saw the person she most wanted to see. She was overjoyed, her cherry lips parted, but no
sound came out. Wen Yuan immediately remembered that her acupoints had been sealed, and reached out to release them.

Zi Yuan trembled slightly, a happy and serene smile appearing on her face. She whispered, "I knew you
would come. After being locked up here, I was never afraid. No matter what they did to me, I wasn't afraid, and
they didn't really hurt me." Wen Yuan's heart overflowed with affection. He held her tightly and whispered, "You've told me
everything I was most worried about and most wanted to ask." Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Because I was worried about you too." Wen Yuan smiled and asked,
"Worried about what?" Zi Yuan lowered her head quietly and whispered with a smile, "I was afraid you would worry about me, so I wanted
you to feel at ease as soon as you saw me."

Wen Yuan's heart warmed, and he gently kissed her lips. Zi Yuan murmured "Mmm, mmm" a few times, slightly
shy , and whispered, "No...don't do this." Wen Yuan asked, "What's wrong?" Zi Yuan's face flushed red,
and she said softly, "We...we should leave here first, and we can talk about it later." Wen Yuan
patted the back of his head and laughed, "I just really wanted to kiss you, that's all. But it's not bad,
we're not out of danger yet." He gently released Zi Yuan, and seeing her naked body, he felt a little dizzy
. He quickly looked away and said, "I'll go find you some clothes, you can cover yourself up for now."

Zi Yuan blushed and nodded shyly, taking the brocade from the box and draping it over herself. It wasn't that
Wen Yuan hadn't seen her naked before, but the two of them hadn't actually consummated their relationship yet. The feeling
was different because of that little bit. Wen Yuan was obviously distracted, and Zi Yuan was also too shy to cover
her chest with the brocade.

Wen Yuan rushed to the upper cabin and saw Mu Yanding still meditating, his face sometimes pale and
sometimes Everyone else was either lying down or supine, none of them waking up. Apart from the maids dressed in brocade, there was no other women's clothing.
After a moment's thought, he took off Di Jiucang's clothes that were lying at his feet, picked them up, and carried a woman in brocade
back to the lower cabin, saying, "Zi Yuan, change into her clothes first, then put this set on her." Zi Yuan
said, "Can't I just wear this set?" Wen Yuan said, "These are men's clothes, it's not appropriate for you to wear them."
Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Would it be appropriate for other girls to wear them?" Wen Yuan patted his head and laughed, "
Actually , it's not appropriate either, but we can't worry about that now." He then left the cabin, letting Zi Yuan help him
and the maid change.

After a while, Wen Yuan heard Zi Yuan say from behind the door, "Alright." Wen Yuan opened the door and came in, seeing that Zi Yuan had
changed into a brocade robe, and the maid was also neatly dressed in Di Jiu Cang's clothes. Wen Yuan smiled and said, "
That's good." He glanced at the brocade placed to the side, its embroidery extremely fine.
He picked it up and unfolded it, revealing a scene of orioles and willows embroidered on it. The orioles were lifelike, and the willows swayed and bowed,
their colors seemingly changing from time to time, yet clearly remaining unchanged. Although everything on the brocade was still, it was as if a
real and beautiful scene was presented before his eyes.

Zi Yuan said softly, "They wouldn't let me dress, only Master Mu gave me this, and the pipa
." Wen Yuan looked at the brocade in his hand, lost in thought. Seeing his expression, Zi Yuan felt a little strange.
"What's wrong?" Wen Yuan asked

Zi Yuan, inside the box in the dim light, hadn't been able to clearly see the pattern on the brocade. Hearing Wen Yuan's
words, she looked down and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, this is a scene from West Lake, 'Willow Waves and Orioles Singing'
!"

Willow Waves and Orioles Singing is one of the Ten Scenes of West Lake. Wen Yuan had already suspected something, but having lived near West Lake
for only a short time, he couldn't be certain. Hearing Zi Yuan's words, he was immediately startled. He examined the exquisitely beautiful brocade closely and
whispered, "Could this be one of the Ten Scenes Brocades? But how could they possibly have given it to you?"

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