Ten Scenery Satins 1-20

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Shijingduan

(Part 1 )

=== ... The two children, having assumed their stances, immediately began sparring. The remaining child , a little girl of eight or nine, skipped and hopped to the man, blinked, and said, "Dad, is Brother Wen's technique the Compass Sword? It's really not very interesting." The man patted the little girl's head and smiled, "Xuan'er, don't talk nonsense. Watch your senior brothers' moves carefully." The child holding the branch thrust and parried with minimal force, yet his position was extremely stable. The other boy, with his left palm and right fist , wielded much greater power, striking upwards and downwards, his fists and palms suddenly switching, his movements varied and skillful. After watching about ten moves, the man said, "Alright, stop!" The two children finished their stances and ran to the man's side. The man took the branch and said, "Yuan'er, your move to stab the left shoulder just now wasn't executed well. You should have turned the sword like this and stabbed like this... Yang'er, if you had punched the abdomen instead, your junior brother would have lost..." The little boy listened attentively to his master's instructions, while the little girl sat on the grass, looking up at her father as he talked and demonstrated, seemingly finding it quite interesting. Until the sun had set and the moon was high in the sky, the four of them slowly left the grassland. Thus, day after day, moon after moon, countless hours had passed, and only three people remained on the grassland. The two little boys had grown into spirited young men, and the girl behind them had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. The three stopped under a tree standing alone in the wilderness. It was early summer, and the grass and trees were lush and verdant, no longer a withered tree. Beneath the tree was a solid stone, simply engraved with the five characters "Tomb of Hua Xuanqing. " The young girl bowed to the stone tomb and said, "Father, we've come to see you again." She then untied a bag of rice wine and poured it all onto the stone. This girl was Hua Xuan, the only daughter of the person buried beneath the tomb. In the swaying shadows of the leaves, her features were exquisite, her figure graceful and elegant—truly a beautiful young woman. The two young men were Hua Xuanqing's disciples. The elder brother, Xiang Yang, was twenty years old, with striking features and a dashing appearance. The younger brother, Wen Yuan, was only seventeen, two years older than Hua Xuan, and possessed a refined and elegant demeanor, resembling a scholar with no trace of martial arts training. Wen Yuan bowed to the tomb and said, "Master, your disciple, senior brother, junior sister, and I will set off today to use our master's skills to right wrongs. Please pray to Master's spirit." Xiang Yang patted Wen Yuan's shoulder and laughed, "Alright, alright , with your current skills, you don't need Master's blessing." He added, "We are all fellow disciples , each with our own strengths. However, no one knows . Every year on this day, we will return here for a gathering and see who failed to carry on Master's teachings and eliminate evil. Then we will kowtow to Master three hundred and sixty-five times!" Hua Xuan clapped his hands and laughed, "Senior Brother Xiang, is this your idea? Don't try to back out when you're dizzy from kowtowing !" Xiang Yang laughed heartily. Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Senior Brother's skills are the most impressive; it seems I'll be the one to kowtow to you." Xiang Yang laughed and said, "Nonsense, let's get going!" The three left their old training ground and parted ways under the setting sun. This time, they entered the martial world, their future uncertain; they would meet again in a year! Xiang Yang bid farewell to his junior brothers and sisters and headed east. He was naturally free-spirited and unconventional, and although he sometimes felt lonely , when the mood struck, he would drink, practice his fists, and intervene with his fists when he saw injustice. He had followed his master , Hua Xuanqing, the longest and had seen much. Along the way, he punched local tyrants and kicked corrupt officials, without suffering any losses. After all, his martial arts were extraordinary, and ordinary villains were no match for him. One day, they arrived in Zhao County. The summer sun was blazing, and Xiang Yang casually found a pavilion to rest in, opened his wine pouch, and drank and enjoyed the scenery. Looking north, he saw a stone arch bridge spanning the river, its design quite elegant. He immediately asked a scholar-like man beside him , "Brother, this bridge is quite beautiful. What's it called again?" The scholar replied, "This is the Zhaozhou Bridge, built by Li Chun of the Sui Dynasty. Look, how well it's designed! It's thick at both ends and thin in the middle , with a gentle slope. It's convenient for carriages and horses to pass on, and boats can pass underneath without getting in the way. As for the stone arches at both ends, each has two arched openings. What do you call that? It's called an open-shoulder arch. The advantage of this is..." Seeing him nodding and talking incessantly, Xiang Yang laughed heartily and said, "You certainly have a lot of tricks up your sleeve when it comes to building a bridge ." Without listening to him any further, he stepped onto the stone bridge. The balustrades were carved with various subjects, some depicting landscapes and figures, others dragons , tigers, and mythical beasts. The balusters were also quite elaborate, with coiled dragons, bamboo joints, and double pearls. Although he didn't understand them, he knew they were exquisite works of art. After watching for a moment, just as they were about to descend the bridge, they suddenly heard the distant sound of galloping hooves. They heard shouts from the crowd: "The bandits are coming! The Third King of White Tiger Stronghold!" Everyone on and below the bridge paled, screaming and fleeing. Xiang Yang pulled away from the bridge, grabbed the scholar who was about to escape, and asked, "What is White Tiger Stronghold? Is it a den of mountain bandits in this area?" The scholar's teeth chattered, and he stammered, "Yes...yes..." Xiang Yang laughed, "Look how scared you are! Fine, it is. You'd better run far away!" He released him , and the scholar's legs went weak, unable to move for a moment. After a moment of stunned silence, he screamed and fled. Xiang Yang stood in the middle of the bridge, seeing a yellow mist approaching from afar, and thought, "Good! In broad daylight, such a large group of mountain bandits have emerged from their den. Could White Tiger Stronghold really be quite powerful?" A moment later, dozens of strong horses charged towards the bridge, their hooves thundering. Xiang Yang roared, "Which scoundrel is leading this Stop right there!" His words, delivered with internal force, were clear and resonant, like thunder. The bandits trembled, reining in their horses. Seeing only a young boy on the bridge, they began to curse, shouting, "Who do you think you are, you little brat , yelling like that!" "Get out of my way!" "Get off the bridge, or I'll run you over!"

Xiang Yang ignored him and noticed a fat man with a fierce face holding a disheveled woman
. He pointed at him and said, "You're the third leader of White Tiger Stronghold?"

The fat man glared at him, his left hand groping the woman's body. He said, "What?
Which gang are you from?" He was experienced and knew that the young man's shout had revealed his extraordinary inner strength, but he
was confident in his own martial arts and didn't take him seriously, focusing only on fondling the woman in his arms. The woman wept softly
, her shoulders heaving, not daring to make a sound.

Xiang Yang nodded and said, "Alright, put down all the looted wealth and women, and go back
to !" The third leader glared at him and roared, "You brat..." Before he could finish his sentence, Xiang Yang had already leaped
forward, his right palm striking out. The third bandit leader casually parried, but unexpectedly, his wrist tightened. Xiang Yang transformed his palm into a claw, immediately
seizing his wrist. With a flick and a throw, a large, fat body was sent flying into the river with a "plop," while
the woman was already in Xiang Yang's arms.

Xiang Yang helped the woman sit against the bridge railing and laughed, "Don't be alarmed, young lady!" The woman seemed frightened and
slumped back down. Suddenly, a "splash" was heard, and the third bandit leader had leaped back onto the bank, brandishing his twin hammers and cursing, "Brothers
, kill this little bastard!" The bandits shouted loudly, dismounted, and drew their swords to attack.

The third bandit leader's twin copper hammers flew up and down, rushing straight at Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang saw it clearly, circled his hands, and
with , pulled the third bandit leader. He felt a tremendous force on each side of his hammers, and in surprise, the hammers collided with each other with a loud "clang
." The impact made his arms numb, and he couldn't help but drop his hammers. Unexpectedly,
Xiang Yang lightly tapped the ground twice with his right foot, causing the two copper hammers to deflect and strike the Third Chieftain's feet
squarely .

The Third Chieftain cried out in pain, as if his bones had shattered. Xiang Yang laughed heartily, his movements
fluid
and rapid, unleashing a flurry of slaps, landing over thirty blows on the Third Chieftain's face. Fortunately, his face was naturally fat, and now, whether swollen or not, it was difficult to discern his features. Xiang Yang leaped forward, his palm strikes sending the bandits sprawling to the ground, unable to dodge. He searched the bandits for their valuables
, released the other captured women, and kicked steel knives into the river as he went,
followed by the dozens of pounds of copper hammers. The bandits lay on the ground, dumbfounded, when suddenly Xiang Yang shouted, "Get out of here!
In less than three days, I, this young master, will raze White Tiger Stronghold to the ground. Go back and report!"

The bandits dared not linger, hastily mounting their horses in chaos. Some of the bandits, after being struck by a palm strike, lost even
the strength , and the group fled in disarray.

Xiang Yang saw a group of women, about twenty in number, their clothes disheveled, and asked, "Do you know how to get back to your
villages?" One woman whispered, "Yes... it's Zhoujia Village up ahead." Xiang Yang distributed the valuables
to the women, letting them go home. The women, having escaped the bandits' clutches, thanked Xiang Yang profusely, supported each other, and
went their separate ways.

The woman captured by the third bandit leader was still sitting on the bridge. Xiang Yang went to check on her and saw her biting her lip,
trembling. Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Girl, what's wrong? Come, stand up." He extended his
right hand . The woman looked up at Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang then got a clear look at the woman's appearance: she was about
seventeen or eighteen years old, with deep-set eyes, cherry lips, a delicate nose, and a slender figure. She was exhausted from being captured by bandits and
looked even more pitiful. She had been huddled by the railing, but seeing the gentle look on Xiang Yang's face,
she timidly stood up, leaning against the railing, but did not take his hand.

Xiang Yang asked, "Why aren't you going back with them?" The girl clutched her disheveled clothes and stammered
, "I...I'm not from around here. May I ask your name, benefactor?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "My name is Xiang Yang
. May I ask your name, young lady?" The girl blushed and answered softly, "My surname is Zhao...my given name is
Wan Yan." Xiang Yang said, "Don't call me benefactor or anything like that, it's awkward. Where are you from, Miss Zhao? If you don't know
how to get back, I can help you." Zhao Wan Yan blushed and stammered, "Well...no...
I live in Luoyang. I...I can get back by myself, no need for you to trouble yourself, Young Master Xiang..." Unexpectedly, as soon as she
left the railing, she felt weak all over, lost her footing, and fell into Xiang Yang's arms. Zhao Wan Yan cried out softly
, feeling extremely embarrassed, and fainted.

Knowing she was still shaken and exhausted, Xiang Yang let her rest against a
pine tree he sat beside her to care for her, feeling as if he were looking after his junior sister Hua Xuan when she was sick as a child.

He examined her closely and noticed that although Zhao Wanyan's clothes were disheveled and somewhat damaged, the fabric was clearly of high quality,
unlike the coarse cloth of the village girls. Through the holes in her dress, she revealed translucent skin, and as the wind
blew , her breasts could be seen rising and falling gently with her rapid breathing. Xiang Yang's heart stirred as he gazed at her beautiful
face; her dark hair, though disheveled, still exuded elegance. "Could Miss Zhao be
a young lady ?" Xiang Yang wondered to himself, but didn't dwell on it.

The sky gradually darkened. Seeing the evening breeze picking up and the air growing cooler, Xiang Yang took off his outer garment and covered Zhao Wanyan
with it. Just then, Zhao Wanyan slowly woke up and saw Xiang Yang undressing
. Startled, she cried out, "Ah... what are you doing?" Xiang Yang was taken aback and turned to look at Zhao Wanyan. Zhao Wanyan looked panicked, her delicate body
shrinking back, her face flushed as she said, "You... why are you taking off your clothes..."

Xiang Yang chuckled, thinking, "This girl is really suspicious." Suddenly, a mischievous
idea popped into his head. He coughed and said, "Because... I want to do this!" With that, he moved swiftly, closing in on Zhao Wanyan
and pressing his hands against her small shoulders. Zhao Wanyan cried out in surprise, but her body couldn't move.
She saw Xiang Yang with only a cloth shirt on his upper body, so close to her. She felt both ashamed and flustered, her clear eyes
flashing with fear.

Seeing Zhao Wanyan's expression, Xiang Yang couldn't help but laugh. He withdrew his hands and instead draped his
outer robe over her, immediately putting his hands behind his back. His face was extremely serious as he said, "That's how it is
." Zhao Wanyan was stunned for a moment, but then she understood. She thought to herself, "I've slept for so long.
If really wanted to do that to me... to me... that kind of thing, he wouldn't have waited until now..." Thinking of this,
her face involuntarily flushed, and she whispered, "Aren't you... aren't you cold?" Xiang Yang said, "It's alright, we
can buy it in the town ahead. It's quite far from Luoyang. We should find a place to stay first."

Zhao Wanyan lowered her head and fiddled with the hem of her robe, whispering, "No... I want to go to the capital." Xiang Yang nodded
and said, "Okay, that's much closer. Let's go!" Zhao Wanyan exclaimed softly, "Ah, you..."
Xiang Yang said, "Of course I'll escort you, Miss. Wouldn't it be dangerous for you to travel alone?" Zhao Wanyan felt extremely shy
, and her voice lowered even further: "But...you...I..."

Suddenly, Xiang Yang let out a long howl, the sound echoing across the land, as if the river itself was surging with waves. Zhao Wanyan was startled
and asked, "What's wrong?" Xiang Yang stopped and chuckled, saying, "What's wrong with you now? Do you want me to
strain my ears to hear you speak? Speaking so softly, it's so uncomfortable!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan couldn't help but chuckle and exclaimed loudly, "Alright! Then I'll...I'll..." She could only
manage a few words before feeling embarrassed and lowering her voice again, appearing very shy. Seeing her
smile, as gentle and elegant as spring blossoms, Xiang Yang was momentarily captivated. He composed himself and said, "It's getting dark
, let's go!" Zhao Wanyan suddenly said, "Wait a minute..." (Ten Scenes Satin (Part Two) ) Xiang Yang turned around and said, "What is it?" Zhao Wanyan pursed her lips, hesitant to speak, and after a long pause said, "I ...we shouldn't stay at the village inn, let's stay here tonight...okay?" Xiang Yang was very surprised and asked, "Why is that?" Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, " There might be looking for me..." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, are you worried about those bandits? Don't worry, even if their numbers are ten times greater, I, Xiang, can handle them just as well." Zhao Wanyan hurriedly shook her head and said, "It's not them...I...I don't want to be found by those people..." ..." Xiang Yang was surprised. Seeing Zhao Wanyan's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she didn't know how to phrase it, he said, "If you have something difficult to say, I won't ask. What's wrong with not staying at an inn? I'm just afraid you won't be comfortable sleeping in the wilderness." Zhao Wanyan's face lit up with joy, her dimples appearing slightly. She said softly, "Thank you, Young Master Xiang." Then she blushed again and whispered, "I need to ask Young Master Xiang for another favor..." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Please speak freely." Zhao Wanyan's face turned completely red. She clasped her hands tightly together, turned her head down, and whispered, "Please... please look around to see if anyone is there... I... I want to... I want to take a bath in the river... " She didn't dare to raise her head at all, her fingers rubbing together, appearing both shy and uneasy. Xiang Yang laughed heartily, channeled his inner strength, and used his lightness skill to leap across the bridge and through the forest. He looked around swiftly, circled back to his original spot, and said, "There are people, but only two: you, young lady, and myself. What should we do?" Zhao Wanyan's heart pounded. She whispered, "Thank you, Young Master Xiang… um… you…" Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said, "That's it. I'll just take a nap behind the bridge pier. I absolutely won't peek at you. " Zhao Wanyan hummed in agreement, then said, "It's best… best not to sleep. What if someone comes? I… I …" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go stand guard." He strode away, waded into the river, and stood the other side of the bridge. Zhao Wanyan watched his retreating figure, suddenly feeling a flush on her face. She thought to herself, "I'm afraid someone might peek, but why am I not worried about him assaulting me?" She slowly walked to the riverbank, her mind a jumble of thoughts. The thought of a dashing man on the other side of the bridge, while she bathed here, filled her with increasing shyness, yet also a strange sense of relief. She felt he was bright and cheerful, and there was no need for suspicion. Lost in thought, she gently removed Xiang Yang's outer robe and untied her tattered silk garment, revealing a beauty rarely seen in the world, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis… Xiang Yang, on the other side of the bridge pier, couldn't see the scene in the river, but thanks to his superior internal strength, he could hear everything clearly. He heard the sound of clothes being removed, the splashing of feet in the shallow water, and the occasional soft, melodious laughter. He didn't know what lay , but his heart pounded, and he didn't turn his head. Xiang Yang took a deep breath, exhaled sharply, and calmed himself slightly. Suddenly, he heard Zhao Wanyan cry out in surprise. His heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Could someone have come without my noticing!" His mind raced, and he leaped up, instantly crossing the bridge. He was about to chase away the intruder when he froze. Under the half-moon's glow, the moonlight cast a shadow on Zhao Wanyan's profile, highlighting her slender figure, graceful and elegant . Her skin, like soft, white jade, seemed to blend seamlessly with the moonlight. What was the river about? It wasn't anyone trespassing, but a golden koi leaping from the water, rising right in front of her. Xiang Yang reacted swiftly, witnessing this scene. The golden koi was exceptionally beautiful, yet even it couldn't match the exquisite, flawless, and ethereal beauty of Zhao Wanyan's body . With a leap, the koi's body gently glided over her shapely breasts, giving them a slight bounce. A fish tail trailed a spray of water , drenching Zhao Wanyan. Already soaked, she seemed draped in fine crystals. With , the golden carp returned to the water. Zhao Wanyan gently touched her chest with her left hand, bending down to look into the water. Her once disheveled long hair was now as smooth as silk, flowing freely, creating ripples in the water. The golden carp had swum away, its whereabouts unknown. A smile appeared on Zhao Wanyan's face as she murmured to herself, "Such a beautiful carp, this is the first time I've ever seen one..." Suddenly , she sensed a figure beside her. Turning her head, she saw Xiang Yang had crossed the bridge, staring at her intently. "Ah!" Zhao Wanyan was both surprised and embarrassed. She covered her chest with her hands and quickly hid in the water, only her head remaining above the surface. Xiang Yang snapped out of his daze and cried out, "I'm so sorry!" He quickly climbed back behind the bridge, catching his breath He was still lost in his own world, the beautiful scene from just now deeply imprinted in his mind, one he feared he would never forget for the rest of his life. Although he was forthright and straightforward with women, he held them in the highest esteem and had never seen a naked girl before, let alone such a beautiful one. He didn't know how Zhao Wanyan would react, thinking, "Whether she hits or scolds me, it's my own fault. I rushed out without understanding the situation, causing her unnecessary embarrassment." He couldn't help but think of her in the water, and became flustered and agitated, striking twice with his palms, leaving handprints . He didn't even notice that the bridge was a work of art. Some time passed, and Xiang Yang heard Zhao Wanyan calling, "Young Master Xiang, Young Master Xiang..." He stepped off the bridge and saw that Zhao Wanyan had already put on his robe. Her own upper garments were washed clean , but not dry, and hung on a small tree. The large men's robe and long skirt looked quite amusing; under normal circumstances, Xiang Yang would have laughed out loud, but the atmosphere was too awkward, and neither of them could speak . Zhao Wanyan's skin was as bright as the moon, and her face was as red as frost-covered maple leaves. She would sometimes purse her lips, and sometimes fidget with her clothes.

Zhao Wanyan , overcome with shame, could barely manage to call out "Young Master Xiang" after he wasn't around. Now,
she couldn't utter a single word.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang asked, "Miss Zhao, how old are you?" Zhao Wanyan was startled, lowered her head, and gestured with her fingers to
indicate eighteen. Her heart pounded, wondering why he asked.

Suddenly, a series of slaps rang out. Xiang Yang's right hand moved rapidly, slapping himself thirty-six
times in a row. Zhao Wanyan was shocked and cried out, "What are you doing?" Xiang Yang said, "I am utterly ashamed! You asked me
to look around, but I actually saw your body. Your parents raised you for eighteen years; these thirty-
six slaps are my apology to them."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan gave a shy smile and said, "What apology do you have to my parents? You…you
didn't see their bodies." Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said, "Exactly! I should apologize to you again."
He raised his hand, ready to strike again. Zhao Wanyan quickly grabbed his hand, saying, "Enough, stop hitting me!"
Xiang Yang felt the softness of her hands, and with his wrists held by her two small hands, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't bring himself to hit
her. He glanced at her. Zhao Wanyan's cheeks flushed red, and she released his hand and ran away.

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, gazing up at the night sky. He had only ever known one female disciple since childhood, but Hua Xuan
was lively and cheerful, and usually played with her junior brother Wen Yuan, so his relationship with her was purely that of a senior and junior brother.
Now, encountering this shy Miss Zhao, he felt increasingly at a loss, and a little strangely at ease.

Just then, Zhao Wanyan returned, handing him a damp handkerchief and whispering, "Wipe your face
? Will it hurt?" Xiang Yang took the handkerchief, which seemed to have a faint fragrance. He smiled and said, "
It's my own fault if it hurts; I deserve it." Zhao Wanyan sighed softly and said, "Sigh... I didn't say I blamed you, why did you have to
hit me so quickly?" Xiang Yang asked curiously, "Why don't you blame me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan immediately became even more shy, clasping her hands tightly together and turning her head away. Xiang Yang
seemed to understand something and took a few steps closer. Zhao Wanyan couldn't help but take a few steps back, when suddenly she was blocked from behind, having
leaned against the small tree where she was drying her clothes. Zhao Wanyan gasped softly. Xiang Yang had already walked up to her. She lowered her head and said,
"Don't...don't come any closer! I...I..."

Xiang Yang was already flustered and trembling. Hearing her soft voice, he couldn't help but reach out and gently embrace
Zhao Wanyan . He whispered, "Miss Zhao, if you agree, I'm thinking of sending you back to Luoyang after we get to the capital."

Hearing him say this, Zhao Wanyan was both shy and happy. She whispered, "I...I already
promised...Those bandits have been filthy with me...I was afraid you wouldn't like it...that's why..."
As she spoke, she pointed to the river, then to the clothes on the tree, and lowered her head again.

Xiang Yang gently held Zhao Wanyan, smiling slightly, "Yes, now you're clean and tidy,
you don't need to be afraid of those villains anymore." Zhao Wanyan raised her head, her expression both shy and excited, and
said softly, "Young Master Xiang, you...you saved me, and you treated me so well...you saw me again...I
..." She paused, as if making a great decision, and whispered, "If it weren't for you,
who else could...could...um..." She felt it was too embarrassing for a girl to say such things, and finally couldn't
continue, but the meaning was obvious. Without further consideration, Xiang Yang tightly embraced the beauty in his arms and kissed her
lips.

"Ah..." Zhao Wanyan's soft cry was cut short as her pink lips were sealed, her starry eyes slightly opened, her long eyelashes trembling
slightly . For a moment, she felt her limbs warm and soft, unable to exert any strength. Only after the kiss ended
did she slowly open her eyes, her eyes slightly moist.

Xiang Yang gently laid Zhao Wanyan down on the grass, carefully untying the belt of her robe as if
handling a precious gem, afraid of even the slightest damage. He pulled the robe open, gently sliding it to the sides, revealing
her fair skin. Zhao Wanyan let out a soft "Ah," her delicate breasts swaying slightly with unease.

"Miss Zhao…?" Xiang Yang pulled her robe up to her shoulders, stopping his movements, gazing at
Zhao Wanyan. Zhao Wanyan lay weakly, turning her flushed face away, slightly relaxing her hands.
Xiang Yang supported her back with his right hand, extending his left hand to let the robe slide down her shoulders, through her arms, and onto the grass
.

Now, Zhao Wanyan's upper body was completely exposed. Unable to suppress the overwhelming shame, Zhao Wanyan
covered half her pretty face with her right hand.

"Ah…so embarrassing…" Zhao Wanyan dared not look at Xiang Yang, closing her eyes again
. Even so, she still felt the evening breeze between her legs, as her long skirt had been gently removed
. Zhao Wanyan asked softly, "What...what am I wearing?" Xiang Yang gently kissed her ear and
chuckled, "Nothing!" Zhao Wanyan made a soft "Mmm," her lips pressed tightly together, her whole body instantly
tensing, letting out a soft, delicate breath, still afraid to open her eyes. Until she felt
something pressing down on her body, knowing the time had finally come, she groggily opened her eyes, and Xiang Yang was already on top of
her , offering a reassuring smile.

A naked young couple, in this lush green grass. Zhao Wanyan tried her best to suppress her shyness
, whispering, "Young Master Xiang...please...um...be careful...
" As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Wanyan couldn't help but feel ashamed of her choice of words. The word "be careful"
was really inappropriate for this situation.

Xiang Yang smiled and said, "You're a delicate lady, how could you be careless?" Zhao Wanyan
felt a sweet warmth in her heart and said, "You...you'll still call me 'Miss'?" Xiang Yang gently stroked her hair and smiled, "
No, I won't. From now on, I'll just call you Wanyan, Wanyan..." "Mmm...ahh..." Zhao Wanyan
felt his caresses, from her hair to her shoulders, breasts, fingers, and lower abdomen...her tender young body was
experiencing unprecedented stimulation, and her snow-white skin gradually turned a faint pinkish-red as her breathing increased.

Xiang Yang's understanding of matters between men and women was not much different from Zhao Wanyan's; both were experiencing love for the first time.
However Zhao Wanyan was too shy, making Xiang Yang feel that he had to guide everything, tenderly caressing
every inch of skin he touched. These hands, which had been fierce and devastating in their attacks, were now full of tenderness and
affection . Xiang Yang cautiously elicited Zhao Wanyan's continuous low moans and soft gasps, his right hand gradually sliding between her two slender
legs, tentatively exploring the girl's most private parts.

"Mmm..." Zhao Wanyan sensitively squeezed her legs together, revealing a plaintive expression. "Don't be afraid..."
Xiang Yang gently comforted her, but he himself couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. With a slight effort, he pried Zhao Wanyan's legs apart.
A few inches of sparse pubic hair were already soaked, appearing exceptionally beautiful in the moonlight. Xiang Yang steadied
himself and moved his lower body forward.

"Uh... umm...!" Zhao Wanyan, seeing a man's penis for the first time, was flustered and ashamed, unsure how
to react. Seeing Xiang Yang slowly thrusting towards her genitals, she couldn't help but let out a flustered moan. Xiang Yang
kissed her, pressing down on her stimulated body, and slowly advanced inside.

As Xiang Yang went deeper, Zhao Wanyan's expression became even more chaotic. "Ah ah------! Ah..."
With a high-pitched moan, the two were tightly joined together. Xiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Zhao Wanyan
's blindfolded eyes revealing an innocent expression, while she let out a weak gasp: "Shall we begin...?"

Xiang Yang nodded and began to slowly thrust. At first, Zhao Wanyan managed to suppress her voice,
but when Xiang Yang's fingers brushed her cherry lips, a surge of pleasure seemed to rush through her body, and she could no longer maintain her last
shred of restraint.

"Mmm... Ahh... Ah, ahh----------!"
The moonlight disappeared into the clouds, but the two on the ground reached their most splendid moment.

When everything calmed down, Xiang Yang draped a long robe over Zhao Wanyan and let her sit against him. Zhao Wanyan
looked at the fallen petals among the grass, recalling the scene just now, her pretty face still flushed.

Xiang Yang whispered, "Wanyan!" Zhao Wanyan turned her head and looked up, a faint smile on her face. Xiang Yang asked, "Are
n't you too tired? Did I hurt you just now?" Zhao Wanyan chuckled softly, "It's alright." She then lowered her head
and thought , "Brother Xiang, we've done this ourselves, we can't... we can't let our parents
know first." Xiang Yang laughed, "That's right, I should think of a way to prepare the betrothal gifts, right? It's a pity I have no family or job,
so I'll have to put in some effort." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "No need, Father has always been afraid I won't marry. I
chose this myself... how could it be bad?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "
You'll know when I suddenly become naughty." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "You won't."

Suddenly, Xiang Yang swept Zhao Wanyan up in his arms and laughed, "How about I show you how naughty I am?" He then
kissed . Although Zhao Wanyan had already experienced lovemaking, she still remained shy, struggling to laugh, "Stop fooling around!"

Suddenly, a shout came from afar, yelling, "Shameless scoundrel, put our young lady down!" Xiang Yang
was startled, and looking up, he saw three men rushing towards him, their steps swift, clearly skilled in martial arts. The three arrived in the blink of an eye
, shouting in unison, "You scoundrel, die!" The three men unleashed six palm strikes, all combined in one powerful blow, their force extremely fierce.

Zhao Wanyan was shocked and cried out, "Stop, you three! He's not..."

Xiang Yang didn't wait for Zhao Wanyan to explain herself. He pulled her behind him with his left hand, shielding her, and with his right hand in a
palm strike, he shouted, "Six palms against one, one move is enough!" This palm strike was his master's secret technique, the "Nine
Thunder Palm," named after the thunder drum used by the Yellow Emperor in his battle against Chiyou. Legend has it that the sound of this drum could shake the heavens and reach five hundred miles
. Nine consecutive drumbeats greatly boosted the morale of the Yellow Emperor's army, leading to a swift defeat of Chi You. This "Nine Thunder Palms" technique
, unleashed with fierce and powerful strikes, was truly invincible and unparalleled in its strength.

The three men's six-palm combo was their most formidable killing move, fast and fierce, and should have been
foolproof . Unexpectedly, Xiang Yang's palm strike immediately countered the force of two of the three men's palms. The follow-up force of the thunder palm then broke through
two more palms. The remaining two palms, before reaching their opponents, were shattered by the momentum of the third thunder palm. One palm, three forces,
completely neutralized the three men's signature techniques. While the three men were still in shock, a fourth thunder palm strike arose. Caught off guard, they
simultaneously bore the brunt of this immense force, staggering back several steps, losing their footing, and falling to the ground. They felt their breath stagnate
and could barely move, their faces turning ashen.

Xiang Yang laughed and turned to Zhao Wanyan, saying, "They're the ones who came looking for you?" Zhao Wanyan
nodded and said, "Yes, but I... Ah, be careful!" Her tone suddenly turned
terrified as she said the last two words. Xiang Yang felt a chill run down his spine. Startled, he darted back and immediately looked back. Sure enough, a flash of
sword light appeared before him; the swordsman was a middle-aged Taoist. Had he reacted any slower, his head would have been severed.

The Taoist exclaimed, "You villain, you've got some skill!"
Before , the sword light shifted rapidly, becoming chaotic and vast. A long sword seemed to transform into a large expanse of blue-white mist, instantly
enveloping Xiang Yang within a four-foot radius and slicing through Zhao Wanyan. Seeing the sword light flashing and even
blocking the Taoist's figure, Xiang Yang felt invigorated at the thought of encountering a powerful enemy right after his blissful encounter with Yunyu. He suddenly let out a thunderous shout and unleashed the
Nine Thunder Palms from a distance. The strike was like a thunderclap, and with a clang, it shattered the rapidly dancing longsword into two pieces
, the broken sword flying straight up.

Ten Scenes of Silk ( Part Three ) ===

... Fearing Xiang Yang might get hurt, Zhao Wanyan quickly cried out, "Master Lu, this Brother Xiang is a good person, please stop fighting!" The Lu-surnamed Taoist was engrossed in his fight when he heard this. He was greatly surprised and hastily withdrew his sword, stepping back several feet to scrutinize Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang walked to the three men, patted each of them on the shoulder, and laughed, "Forgive me, forgive me!" The three men, who feeling a tightness in their chests and unable to stand, felt a surge of energy flow through their bodies from the pats on their shoulders, instantly feeling much better. They all jumped to their feet. Master Lu sheathed his sword and said, "When Miss's carriage was robbed by the bandits of White Tiger Stronghold, I was locked in a fierce battle with their leader and couldn't spare the time. Miss was frightened, and I truly deserve to die." With that, he and the three men knelt down. Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, "Alright, get up! I... I'm perfectly fine. " She then secretly glanced at Xiang Yang. The four stood up. Lu Daoren said, "Since Miss is unharmed, it is truly a blessing. I have prepared a carriage in the town ahead; please set off." Zhao Wanyan hummed in agreement and said, "No need... You all go to the capital first; Brother Xiang will escort me." The four exchanged bewildered glances, seemingly unable to believe what they were hearing. They knew this young lady was most prone to...

"How embarrassing! I can hardly speak a word to a strange man normally, how could I possibly travel with him?" Master Lu said, "
We are under orders to escort Miss to the capital. Please do not make things difficult for her." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "
Master Lu, don't worry. I'll explain to my father. He will not blame you. I also need to take Brother Xiang to see
my father."

Master Lu was experienced. Seeing the affectionate look in Zhao Wanyan and Yang's eyes, and hearing her
words, he had already guessed what was going on. Seeing that Zhao Wanyan was dressed in a man's robe, he thought she might have already secretly pledged her
life . He snorted and said to Xiang Yang, "Your 'Nine Thunder Palms' technique is indeed extraordinary.
Was your master's surname Long or Hua?" Xiang Yang replied, "My master's surname was Hua."

Lu Daoren said "Oh," and
then said, "Hua Xuanqing has passed away? What a pity, another great master of our time is gone." He added, "Hua Xuanqing's successor must be of good character. Very well, since Miss has given
such instructions, this humble Daoist dares not disobey. But I hope Miss will arrive in the capital soon, so as not to..." Zhao Wanyan suddenly
cried out, "Ah, don't say it!" Lu Daoren was taken aback and said, "Yes, so as not to worry the master."
He said to the three men, "Give the things to Miss." One of the three men took off his bundle and handed it to
Zhao Wanyan. The four men bowed to Zhao Wanyan and left together.

Xiang Yang said, "Wanyan, your family has quite a few experts! This Taoist Lu's skill is truly formidable."
Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "Yes, he's my father's most valued person." As she spoke, she opened her bundle, which was
full of clothes and jewelry. Taoist Lu and the others searched around for Zhao Wanyan, fearing she might have been humiliated by the bandits
, so they had ordered someone to bring two sets of clothes so she wouldn't be embarrassed by being disheveled when they found her.

Xiang Yang laughed, "That's good, now you have clothes to wear. Come, come, take off your robe and give it back to me.
" Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "I wanted to wear this robe, Brother Xiang, you can wear these."
Xiang Yang rummaged through the bundle; everything was women's clothing. He laughed, "You want to tease me? I'll
strip ." With that, he grabbed Zhao Wanyan and hugged her tightly. Zhao Wanyan chuckled, "Alright, I'll change!"

Xiang Yang took off her long robe and took out a light green silk shirt from his bundle, saying, "This one?"
Zhao Wanyan chuckled softly, "Okay." Xiang Yang gently caressed her breast with his left hand and laughed,
"It's such a pity that such a beautiful body is covered by clothes." Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, "Don't say
that!" and reached for the clothes. Xiang Yang hid his right hand behind his back and said, "Wait,
answer me a question first." Zhao Wanyan asked, "What is it?" Xiang Yang asked, "What did you ask Lu Daoren
not to say ?"

Zhao Wanyan leaned against Xiang Yang's chest and said softly, "Don't ask, you'll know when we get to the capital...
If tell you, it might... not be good." Xiang Yang didn't want to press her, so he smiled and said, "Okay, then
I won't say!" As he spoke, he helped Zhao Wanyan put on the silk shirt, and Zhao Wanyan took out a silver hairpin and put it in her hair.
The beauty , enhanced by her attire, was even more captivating. Zhao Wanyan stood gracefully by the bridge, her green dress swaying gently in the breeze, truly like
a willow by the river, endlessly beautiful. Xiang Yang exclaimed, "Wanyan, no wonder that golden carp sank back down as soon as it leaped up
. The phrase 'sinking fish and falling geese' perfectly describes it."

Zhao Wanyan was overjoyed and whispered, "There are no geese flying here." Xiang Yang laughed, "
Of course there are! There's a beautiful goose landing right here in front of me." Zhao Wanyan tilted her head slightly, revealing a
shy expression.

Immersed in their deep affection, the two leaned against a tree, talking intimately, and didn't sleep a wink all night. At sunrise, Xiang Yang
and Zhao Wanyan bought two horses in town and headed north to the capital.

Having just tasted the sweetness of love, they traveled very slowly, seemingly wishing the capital would never be reached. Zhao Wanyan was shy
and dared not be intimate with Xiang Yang in the inn, fearing that other guests would hear. For two consecutive days, they slept outdoors.
As dusk approached, the two traveled through desolate mountains, still without seeing a town. Xiang Yang laughed, "Wanyan, are we sleeping in the wilderness
again ?" Zhao Wanyan chuckled, "I don't know, you tell me." Xiang Yang smiled, then suddenly
reined in his horse, remaining silent. Zhao Wanyan asked curiously, "Brother Xiang, what's wrong?"

Xiang Yang didn't answer. After a moment, he addressed a grove of trees ahead, "Friends ahead, how much longer
will show yourselves?"

Suddenly, people surged out of the surrounding bushes, some carrying knives, some spears, most with hostile
faces . Then, three leaders emerged, one of whom was the third leader of White Tiger Stronghold.
Another was thin and bony, with a long, unkempt beard and narrow, squinting eyes. The last man was burly, bald except for
a thick beard, exuding a fierce aura.

The giant's eyes widened as he said, "Brother, you truly keep your word! You've arrived in three days and truly trampled
our White Tiger Stronghold!" Xiang Yang clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "I dare not! Actually, I've just found my sweetheart and was in a good mood
. I'd long forgotten about my promise to raze White Tiger Stronghold to the ground in three days. Today I was merely passing through,
but as fate would have it, I've been forced to come and trample it." He then laughed heartily.

The skinny man snorted and said, "Boy, who are you?" Xiang Yang replied, "My name is Xiang Yang.
I suppose the three stronghold leaders haven't heard of this nobody. Anyway, I don't know your names either, so we're even
." The skinny man angrily retorted, "Even when death is imminent, you're still so stubborn!" He leaped forward, his right hand, with its five claws
, aimed diagonally at Xiang Yang's left shoulder, the strike precise and ruthless.

"This skinny guy is incredibly skilled, far superior to that fat guy. His grabbing technique is extremely powerful!" Xiang Yang thought to himself with a silent admiration .
He flipped his left palm to parry the attack from the outside, then swiftly thrust his right palm towards the center. The skinny guy quickly reached out with
his left hand to grab, but missed, and the force of the palm had already shifted to his waist. The skinny guy's face showed surprise, and he swayed and flew backward, barely
avoiding the attack.

The giant man pointed with his thumb and said, "Good skill! Brother Xiang, this is my third brother, Guo Degui, and this is my
second brother, Ding Ze." He pointed to the three leaders of the stronghold, then to the skinny guy, and continued, "
I am Tong Wanhu. The three of us brothers established the White Tiger Stronghold. Do you know why?" Xiang Yang said, "I would like to hear the details."

Tong Wanhu glanced at Zhao Wanyan and said, "It's because of the father of this girl beside you, the dignified
Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui, hmph!" As he said this, his eyes revealed an extremely resentful look. Xiang Yang glanced at Zhao Wanyan,
noticing her pale face and her gently biting her lower lip. Prince Jingwei, Zhao, had a poor reputation among the people; many
secretly cursed him, saying he amassed wealth and oppressed the common folk. While the truth was unknown, the rumors
were certainly true .

Tong Wanhu said, "Nineteen years ago, this old scoundrel Zhao encountered a large number of assassins on these mountains. At that time, I..."
The three brothers were all his guards. The second brother took a poisoned dart in front of him. Heh heh, he didn't
die, but the poison seeped into his bones and could never be completely removed. A once strong and healthy man has become like this.
Miss Zhao, did you see that clearly?" Zhao Wanyan lowered her head and remained silent.

Tong Wanhu continued, "The one surnamed Tong covered his retreat, the third brother rescued the second brother, and together with
several guards, they protected him and escaped to the riverbank. There was only a small boat. Hmph, second brother, what was the situation like then?"
Ding Ze's narrow eyes suddenly gleamed, and he said in a deep voice, "We've all gotten into the small boat, but it's too deep and
can't move fast. The old thief saw the pursuers would arrive in the blink of an eye, and thinking I was too badly injured, he pushed me into the river." Tong Wanhu
nodded and asked, "Third brother, what about you?" Guo Degui said, "The old thief said I was too heavy, and had that
old man surnamed Lu kick me into the river too. But he didn't expect Second Brother to be alive. Second Brother rescued me and brought me ashore
, and I used my skills to treat him. It was a life for a life."

Xiang Yang saw Zhao Wanyan's face growing increasingly pale. Feeling a pang of pity, he said, "Chief Tong..." Tong Wanhu
said, "As for me, Tong, after killing two assassins, I was also seriously injured. I rolled down a nearby hillside
and fainted, thinking I was surely going to die. But when I woke up, there were two severed hands beside me. Judging from
the color of the clothes on the arms, they belonged to the enemies who had been chasing me. Then I saw a giant white tiger. Brother Tiger, please come out and
meet our honored guest."

A tiger's roar could be faintly heard from the forest. The bandits quickly made way, and a white-furred
tiger with black stripes slowly stepped out. Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan were both astonished. They had never seen such a white tiger before, only thinking it was
a mythical creature. They never expected that there would actually be one. The white tiger was much larger than an ordinary tiger, with a fierce aura.
Its eyes seemed to gleam with light, as if it were about to devour someone at any moment.

Tong Wanhu said, "This white tiger didn't eat me; instead, it let me recuperate in a mountain cave. Two days later
, it carried my second and third brothers to the cave. The three of us escaped death, all thanks to this tiger brother.
I don't know if it's because my name is related to tigers, but I got along very well with this tiger brother. After our injuries had half healed, one day
I went down the mountain to buy wine and discovered that the old thief Zhao had issued a notice saying that I had conspired with an assassin to rebel against the emperor, and offered a reward for my capture.
In shock and anger, I rushed to Luoyang alone to find out how my family was doing. Heh heh, all the men
were imprisoned , and the women were all captured and taken to the Prince's mansion. They all died in less than three years."

At this point, he became ruthless... He glared fiercely at Zhao Wanyan and shouted, "I, Tong, was blind to have chosen such an ungrateful
master, so be it. My wife's fate was unknown, manipulated by that old thief's men,
and he was afraid I was still alive and wanted to get rid of me. I was no match for Lu the Thief at the time and couldn't do anything to them.
Heh heh, so I returned to the mountain and established White Tiger Stronghold. Every brother in the stronghold has suffered persecution at the hands of that old thief Zhao. Miss Zhao, the brothers
in the stronghold have inquired about you. You are kind-hearted and well-liked in Luoyang. I originally didn't want to harm you.
But the hatred of the brothers of White Tiger Stronghold cannot go unavenged. The sins your father committed will be avenged from you."
He continued, "Brother Xiang, you saw injustice and beat my third brother soundly; that was your
act of righteousness, and I have nothing to say about it. But this matter has nothing to do with you, so please leave on your own and do not interfere."

Zhao Wanyan shook her head sadly and said, "Father... is that really true?" Xiang Yang dismounted and
said loudly, "Chief Tong, I really don't know much about Prince Zhao. But even if what you say is true,
I personally witnessed Chief Guo's plundering. It's
one , but its other actions are clearly unrelated and not honorable. If you want to keep Miss Zhao
, I, Xiang Yang, will never agree to it."

Tong Wanhu drew his thick-backed ghost-head saber with a "whoosh" and shouted, "Brother Xiang, if you insist, there's nothing I can say.
I'll have to take you down the mountain!" Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll learn from you!" Tong Wanhu roared, and
the three chiefs attacked together. Tong Wanhu unleashed his family's secret sword technique, powerful and fierce. Ding Ze
countered

with his bare hands, employing an eagle claw stance, incredibly ruthless. Guo Degui's double hammers were kicked into the river, leaving him without a weapon, so he grabbed a steel staff instead. Xiang Yang exhaled deeply, focusing his attention on finding an opening. He parried the eagle claw with his hand, his palm striking the blade. Before three moves were over, he kicked
Guo Degui in a vital pressure point in his waist. The force was devastating; the obese man flew straight away and crashed to the ground, unable to move
. Tong and Ding dared not underestimate their opponents, their moves precise and meticulous.

Zhao Wanyan watched her lover fight two enemies alone, her palms sweating profusely, her heart filled with anxiety, yet helpless.
Suddenly, her foot tightened; she had been grabbed by a bandit.

"Ah!" Zhao Wanyan cried out in surprise as several bandits pulled her off her horse. They coveted Zhao Wanyan
's beauty, and while their leader was locked in battle, they too seized the opportunity to assault her. Six or seven bandits surrounded her, pinning her
against a cypress tree. Ignoring her terrified expression, several hands simultaneously attacked.

"Damn it!" Xiang Yang, seeing this, flew into a rage. Forgetting his own safety, he broke through
the encirclement of Tong and Ding, unleashing a flurry of blows. The bandits screamed in pain, flying one by one
. He held Zhao Wanyan tightly in his left arm, asking, "Are you alright?" Zhao Wanyan, slightly shaken, nodded
, then suddenly cried out, "Blood... Brother Xiang, your left leg...!" Only then did Xiang Yang feel
a had managed to escape to save her, but his opening had been exposed, and he had been struck by Tong Wanhu's blade. Before he could stop the bleeding with acupressure,
Tong Wanhu's blade struck again, while Ding Ze attacked from above and below with his claws, and several bandits joined the fray.

The situation was perilous. Without hesitation, Xiang Yang stepped in front of Zhao Wanyan, his inner energy circulating three times. With a long
roar , his arms unleashed a barrage of attacks like a raging storm. Before one attack was finished, another followed. The Nine Thunder Palms
, "Thunderous Drumming Mountains and Rivers," resembled a sudden clap of thunder from the horizon, causing all things to tremble in fear, overwhelming and unstoppable.

In an instant, the Ghost Head Blade, struck by the force, snapped in two. Ding Ze's Eagle Claw was thwarted, suffering two blows to his chest and abdomen,
blood gushing out as he staggered back several steps. The bandits who had approached Xiang Yang were all sent flying, crashing into
trees or falling to the ground. Finally, Xiang Yang's full-force attack on Tong and Ding had managed to inflict heavy damage on the bandits, but
they were not fatally wounded. Tong Wanhu managed to parry, but his inner energy surged, his expression changing drastically. Glancing at
the thick- , he involuntarily took two steps back.

Xiang Yang unleashed his ultimate move with all his might, his blood surging, blood gushing from the wound on his leg. He nearly lost his footing
and let out a soft groan. Zhao Wanyan exclaimed, "Brother Xiang!" Xiang Yang turned and smiled, saying, "No problem!"
He rallied his spirits, pressed several acupoints on his leg, and the bleeding immediately slowed. He raised his head and glanced around.

The bandits, intimidated by his remaining power, dared not step forward for a moment, most instead taking a few steps back.

Suddenly, a deafening roar shook everyone. Echoing through the valley, the white tiger slowly emerged, heading towards...
Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan approached, the tiger's tail swaying slightly, its eyes gleaming, and it growled in a deep , muffled voice. Ten Scenes of Silk ( IV

)

=== ... Tong Wanhu was taken aback before saying, "That's right, Brother Tiger is going hunting alone; we don't need to help." The white tiger turned back, stood up respectfully, and stared at Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan. Xiang Yang, seeing the beast poised to pounce, thought, "Wanyan is here; it's too dangerous!" A thought flashed through his mind. He picked up Zhao Wanyan, leaped up , and intended to place her in a tree so he could fight without worry. He had only leaped five or six feet when a sudden gust of wind arose overhead, and a dark shadow loomed over them. The white tiger had leaped more ten feet into the air, already above Xiang Yang, incredibly fast and fierce. With a roar, its claws slashed down, aiming straight for Xiang Yang's head. Zhao Wanyan cried out in alarm, and Xiang Yang was also startled. In the nick of time, he struck the tree trunk with his palm, using the force to fly , barely dodging the tiger's claws. The white tiger tumbled and landed steadily, its front paws outstretched, roaring as it pounced. Seeing the tiger's formidable power, Xiang Yang feared he might accidentally injure Zhao Wanyan. He had barely managed to push her back with his left palm when the tiger's shadow appeared. With a clear whistle, Xiang Yang spun around just as the tiger's claws were about to strike him, weaving between them and leaping into the air. He executed a mid-air somersault, his thunderous palm striking the white tiger squarely on the forehead. Using the momentum, he flipped again, mounting the tiger's back. The white tiger, struck on the forehead, roared angrily but seemed unfazed . As Xiang Yang climbed onto its back, the tiger's tail suddenly whipped up like a black and white whip. Xiang Yang grabbed the tail, ready to exert force, but unexpectedly, the tail suddenly lashed out with a force of at least several hundred pounds. Xiang Yang was thrown off the tiger's back and slammed to the ground. The white tiger roared and pounced like lightning. Before Xiang Yang could land, he braced his right hand against the ground, dodging the heavy claw. The claw struck a cypress tree, causing the trunk to shake violently before snapping in two, branches and leaves falling as it collapsed. Everyone scattered in alarm. Xiang Yang was secretly astonished: "What exactly is this white tiger? How can an ordinary tiger possess such strength?" Before he could think further, he spun around and landed firmly. The white tiger's movements were incredibly swift; if one pounce missed, another would follow immediately, like a top-tier martial arts master, its power unstoppable. Xiang Yang used his agile footwork to dodge the two attacks, circling to the tiger's side. He channeled his strength into his toes and delivered a swift right kick, striking the tiger squarely in the belly. The kick was as sharp as a cone, injuring the tiger's internal abdomen. The white tiger roared in pain and lashed out with its claws. Xiang Yang's kick was too powerful to dodge; he barely managed to turn and flip, feeling a sharp pain in his left leg as the tiger's claws swept across his knife wound, spraying blood everywhere. The bandits of White Tiger Stronghold cheered. "Brother Xiang!" Zhao Wanyan, terrified, rushed forward, her face pale. Seeing Xiang Yang's mangled wound, she was filled anxiety and fear. Xiang Yang was alarmed. If the white tiger pounced now, he could no longer protect both Zhao Wanyan and himself. However, the white tiger did not pounce; instead, it slowly crouched and approached. Xiang Yang frantically channeled his inner energy into his palm, thinking, " Even if I inevitably die in the tiger's jaws, I must kill it with a single blow to ensure Wan Yan's safety." Suddenly, a pang of pain shot through him: "Even if I kill this white tiger, Wan Yan will still fall into the hands of these thieves. That would be worse than death. I absolutely cannot let that happen..." Zhao Wan Yan watched the white tiger approach, her heart filled with immense fear, clinging tightly to Xiang Yang's body. The white tiger suddenly stopped, raised its head towards Zhao Wan Yan, and let out two deep cries, "Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo." Xiang Yang and Zhao Wan Yan exchanged a glance, both feeling puzzled. The white tiger's ferocity had completely vanished; compared to before, it was remarkably friendly. The white tiger approached Zhao Wan Yan and let out another soft roar. Zhao Wan Yan was greatly surprised. Mustering her courage , she slowly reached out and gently touched the tiger's fur. The white tiger immediately rubbed its face against her hand. Everyone was utterly astonished. They never expected that the ferocious beast, just moments before, would be so docile under the beautiful woman's gentle touch, like a cat. The white tiger lowered its body, flicked its tail at Zhao Wanyan, and then coiled it around its back . Zhao Wanyan's fear subsided slightly, and she asked, "Brother Xiang, does it want me to ride on it?" Xiang Yang was also filled with doubt, and said, "I don't know, maybe?" The white tiger raised its head towards Xiang Yang, then turned to look at Zhao Wanyan, flicking and coiling its tail again. Zhao Wanyan mustered her courage, stepped forward, and gently stroked the white tiger's fur. Suddenly, the tiger's tail coiled around Zhao Wanyan's slender waist, lifting her up and gently placing her on its back. Zhao Wanyan was both surprised and delighted, and cried out, "Brother Xiang, it won't hurt anyone! Come over here too!" Just as Xiang Yang was about to approach, the white tiger roared and shook its head. Xiang Yang laughed heartily, "No, no, this tiger only loves beauties. He'll only offer me a claw strike." The white tiger's eyes widened, it circled once, and its right foreleg stomped twice on the ground, as if to say, " All of you stay here and don't move!" Then it carried Zhao Wanyan and darted into the forest. Xiang Yang and Tong Wanhu were all startled and were about to give chase. They had only taken a few steps when the white tiger suddenly turned around, roared , glared at Tong Wanhu, and then stared at Xiang Yang with a "whoosh," as if to say, "What are you doing ?" "What's the rush? We'll bring her back in a bit!" Before they could react, the white tiger had already darted out of the forest. Seeing the white tiger run away, Zhao Wanyan was terrified. She felt the grass and trees rushing past, truly a case of "riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount." She could only cling tightly to its neck to avoid falling, thinking to herself, "This white tiger seems to have a spirit; where is it taking me? I'll go see." Although she was inevitably afraid, she had no other choice. The white tiger moved freely through the mountains and forests, sometimes high, sometimes low, truly surpassing even a fine horse. Before long, they arrived at a cave. The forest was lush, and the steep slope to the left indicated that it was rarely inhabited. The white tiger rushed into the cave. Zhao Wanyan's vision went black for a moment, then suddenly brightened. It wasn't a cave at all, but a small clearing surrounded by cliffs, with a passage leading outside. The white tiger stopped, lowered its body, and let Zhao Wanyan dismount. Its back was extremely broad, and after riding for a while, Zhao Wanyan felt some discomfort in her groin and almost lost her balance. She looked around but saw nothing amiss. Just as she was wondering what was going on, she suddenly felt a weight on her back. It was the White Tiger pressing down on her. Zhao Wanyan screamed in surprise as she was pinned down.

The white tiger hovered over Zhao Wanyan, its forepaws reaching to tear off her clothes, its sharp claws already hidden beneath its paw pads. Zhao Wanyan
was startled and, filled with shame and fear, struggled violently. The white tiger stopped, staring at her face, seemingly quite
puzzled . Zhao Wanyan gasped for breath, then realized, "It's a tiger. What right does a beast have to wear clothes?
Of course it thinks I shouldn't be wearing clothes." Seeing the white tiger about to strike again, Zhao Wanyan blushed, thinking,
"It's not human, so it doesn't matter if I'm not dressed. But… what is it going to do?"
She had no time to think further, and gently removed her top. The white tiger retreated a few steps, then moved towards her lower body. Zhao Wanyan's
face flushed, and she lay down, curling up, and removed her gauze skirt.

A rare and exotic beast and a beautiful, naked young woman created an extremely eerie and beautiful scene.

The white tiger mounted Zhao Wanyan's body, licking her cheek with its tongue, then moving its head downwards to lick her.
Zhao Wanyan cried out in alarm, feeling a burning, tingling, and numb sensation where the tiger had licked her. An indescribable,
intense stimulation spread throughout her body, causing her to cry out "Ah!" in a panic, unsure of what to
do .

The white tiger's tongue licked her chest, then suddenly opened its mouth, taking her soft breasts into its mouth
. "Ahhh, ahhh!" Zhao Wanyan cried out in agony. The white tiger didn't let its sharp teeth touch her tender flesh
; its jaws slowly opened and closed, its tongue teasing the nipples back and forth.

The girl's hands gripped the white tiger's fur tightly, but to the tiger, this force was like a
tickle . Zhao Wanyan's mind went blank, and she gasped for breath. Her snow-white breasts flushed red,
deforming and bouncing under the pressure of the tiger's jaws, and the nipples in its mouth had unknowingly become erect. A breath of hot air shot out from the white tiger's
throat , and Zhao Wanyan let out an unbearable moan, feeling a warm, melting sensation on her chest
.

"Ah...why...it's like...like Brother Xiang..." Zhao Wanyan let out a
soft , feeling that this white tiger was exactly like Xiang Yang. His ferocity in battle and his gentleness towards her were
major reasons why she admired Xiang Yang; she never expected a strange beast to give her this feeling. The difference was that
Xiang Yang couldn't possibly suckle and lick both of her breasts at the same time; it was something no human mouth could do.

"Mmm, mmm, ahh..." Zhao Wanyan experienced a sensation that was neither wild nor gentle,
panting , moaning, and writhing. "How could this be...now I'm with a wild beast...a tiger..." Zhao Wanyan
was bewildered, constantly experiencing inexplicable excitement. "Now it's licking the lower side...the tip...ah
...rubbing...so hot...no...what am I thinking..."

If this white tiger were any other man, based on her love for Xiang Yang, Zhao Wanyan might only
feel shame and humiliation. But facing a tiger, a creature unrelated to morality, her defenses were completely breached.
Zhao Wanyan had forgotten the white tiger's sharp teeth and claws, completely captivated. The tiger's mouth was filled with its scorching
breath, like an oven to the girl's delicate body.

The white tiger growled softly, finally releasing Zhao Wanyan's breasts. Two mounds of pink, tender skin, wet and
swaying, seemed to make a sizzling sound. "Ugh..." Zhao Wanyan cried out in pain.
Her skin, burning hot in the tiger's steaming mouth, was suddenly exposed; the sudden change in temperature made her tense, her body
jerking violently, her chest feeling as if it had turned into a light, floating ball of cotton.

The white tiger suddenly roared repeatedly, circling Zhao Wanyan, looking at her lower body, its head darting between her
legs . "Ah!" Zhao Wanyan shuddered, feeling something soft slide past, making a "
sizzling" sound. Her lower body was already soaking wet; the tiger's tongue licked a large mouthful. Two tiger paws
pried open her pink legs, burying their heads beneath, licking and drinking with gusto. Zhao Wanyan was so ashamed
she almost cried. Never before in her life had her legs been spread like this, her lower body completely exposed.
The tiger's paws weren't strong, but they were still too much for her delicate body to bear. Zhao Wanyan bit her lip, finally
unable to hold back a scream.

The white tiger raised its head and stood up, hovering over her again, shifting forward slightly. The white tiger was enormous, and Zhao Wanyan's
small body was completely shrouded in its shadow. The white tiger's front paws flicked, flipping Zhao Wanyan over, one paw
pressing down on her back. Zhao Wanyan let out a soft "uh," gasping for breath. Her still-hot chest was now
pressed against the ground, suffocating and uncomfortable. Just as she opened her mouth to cry out, she suddenly felt something rubbing against her crotch.

"Ahhh!" Zhao Wanyan cried out in horror, her body trembling as if struck by lightning. A
scene of utter depravity, lewdness, shame, and wantonness flashed through her mind. She had never imagined that a wild beast would commit such an unspeakable
act against a human, yet that thing was already probing her secret place, only unable to penetrate.

"No, no...!" Zhao Wanyan cried out helplessly, hoping that this extraordinary white tiger could
understand her, but the thing exerted force, pressing against her wet flower, as if a thick piece of flesh was trying to force its way in
. Zhao Wanyan cried out in despair, her vision blurring. Suddenly, she saw a white shadow; the white tiger was standing in
front of her, and something was clearly trying to penetrate her between her legs. Zhao Wanyan was startled. "Not a tiger... Ah!
Who...?"

Zhao Wanyan quickly turned over and looked closely. Her face immediately turned bright red. It was a small tiger,
also entirely white, about the size of a kitten, digging between her legs with its front paws, as if trying to dig for
water. Zhao Wanyan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, "How could I have imagined... imagined... that kind of...
shameful thing?" She couldn't help but laugh and feel ashamed at the thought.

The white tiger growled softly, and the small tiger immediately ran over, leaving several wet paw prints on the ground with its right front paw.
Zhao Wanyan saw this and felt a pang of shame. The white
tiger growled softly at her again. Zhao Wanyan was stunned and was about to get up and walk towards the white tiger when the white tiger let out a series of soft growls and shook its head slightly.

A thought struck Zhao Wanyan: "Always trying to imitate tigers?" She suppressed her shame and
crawled towards the white tiger on all fours. The white tiger seemed quite satisfied, lowering its body, and the cub immediately stepped forward to suckle.

Seeing this, Zhao Wanyan suddenly realized, "Ah, this tiger is female, and these are her cubs
." Knowing it wasn't a male tiger, she felt relieved and much more at ease, all the strange thoughts from before
disappearing . The white tiger let the cub suckle, then beckoned to Zhao Wanyan with its front paws. A thought flashed through Zhao Wanyan's mind:
"Does it want me to imitate the cubs?" Suddenly, she felt her face flush, and looking at the tiger's milk, she felt embarrassed. Just as
she was undecided, the white tiger growled repeatedly, urging her on. Zhao Wanyan said to herself, "Oh well, no one's watching anyway
, so I'll just do it..." She gently raised her head, suckling at the tiger's milk, feeling somewhat at a loss. A baby suckling is a natural instinct...
Yes, but as she grew older, she didn't know how to do it. She awkwardly suckled for a moment,
then suddenly felt a stream of warm, thick milk flow into her mouth. Her eyebrows trembled slightly, and she drank it down little by little, finding it
tasteless . Before long, she had grasped the technique.

The white tiger let the cub and Zhao Wanyan suckle for a while, then suddenly pushed the cub away, leaving only Zhao Wanyan to suckle
. Zhao Wanyan was surprised and confused, but dared not stop, her soft lips moving incessantly. The cub
tried to come closer, but was always pushed away by the white tiger, whimpering and listlessly circling around. After Zhao Wanyan suckled
for a while , the tiger milk became increasingly thin. Suddenly, the white tiger paused with its front paws, pushed Zhao Wanyan away, lay down on the ground, and opened
its mouth wide, seemingly very tired.

Zhao Wanyan had suckled a bellyful of tiger milk, then gently lay face down on the ground, feeling her whole body tense, especially her chest, which felt particularly
swollen, and she gasped for breath. "Mmm...it feels so uncomfortable...it feels hot all over..." Just as she was feeling confused
, Little Tiger suddenly jumped over, sniffed her, and lay down to suckle her right breast.

"Uh...? Ah..." Zhao Wanyan immediately felt a wave of weakness as Little Tiger began to suckle.
Zhao Wanyan felt a sense of relief, as if the heat throughout her body was slowly being absorbed away. She thought to herself, "I just
got together with Brother Xiang, I'm not pregnant yet, how could I have breast milk? This little white tiger, no matter how much it sucks, it's no use...
mmm...mmm...?" Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a warm sensation rush to her breasts. Little Tiger sucked with a "slurp,"
and milk flowed out. Zhao Wanyan was filled with surprise and shame, not understanding what was happening. She only felt that as Little Tiger suckled, her limbs
gradually relaxed, and her nipples felt itchy, an indescribable strange sensation. The white tiger watched, letting out a long, low growl, its tone slightly raised
, seemingly quite satisfied.

Zhao Wanyan sat up, cradling the tiger cub in her arms and letting it nurse quietly. The cub curled up,
closing to drink its fill. Zhao Wanyan suddenly felt a surge of joy, thinking, "
How wonderful it would be if I could hold my brother and my child like this!"

The cub, having finished nursing, jumped down, and the white tiger brought Zhao Wanyan's clothes. Zhao Wanyan
chuckled , "Sister Tiger, you almost scared me to death! So you wanted me to feed this tiger cub." She finished
dressing. The white tiger roared at the cub with great majesty, tilting its head towards Zhao Wanyan. The cub turned its head to look at
Zhao Wanyan, then whimpered softly at the white tiger. The white tiger roared several times in a deep voice, patting the cub's head with its front paw.
The cub whimpered for a while, then, as if having made up its mind, moved closer to Zhao Wanyan's feet. The white tiger growled softly at Zhao Wanyan
, lowered its body, and flicked its tail. Zhao Wanyan was taken aback. She picked up the little tiger, mounted the white tiger,
and said, "Tiger Sister, do you want me to take care of the tiger cub?"

The white tiger roared and rushed out of the cave, running swiftly like the wind back into the forest. Before long, they arrived at
their previous spot. Ding Ze lay nearby, while Xiang Yang and Tong Wanhu were locked in fierce combat, their palm strikes and blade flashing intensely.
With a loud roar, the white tiger pounced. The two were startled and separated.

Seeing Xiang Yang's left leg covered in blood, and dozens of bandits lying scattered on the ground, Zhao Wanyan knew
he must have suffered from this injury during a very dangerous battle. She quickly dismounted from the tiger's back and rushed
forward , calling out, "Brother Xiang! Your injury..." Xiang Yang was overjoyed to see Zhao Wanyan return and laughed,
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious!" Seeing the white tiger cub she was holding, he paused, asking, "What
? What's that?" Zhao Wanyan smiled, "It's a tiger cub."

Suddenly, the white tiger roared loudly, its roar filled with rapid breathing, barking urgently at Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan.

Having experienced the strange event with it, Zhao Wanyan seemed to sense its emotions and whispered, "Brother Xiang
, she wants us to leave quickly!" She then tried to put the cub down. The white tiger roared again, suddenly lost its footing, stumbled
forward , but still raised its head and roared urgently. The little tiger cried out mournfully, then turned and leaped back into Zhao Wanyan's arms.
Zhao Wanyan gasped softly, "Sister Tiger, do you want me to take the baby away?"

Tong Wanhu roared, "Where do you think you're going?" He brandished his steel blade and charged forward. The white tiger suddenly
stood up , roaring angrily at Tong Wanhu, its whiskers bristling. Tong Wanhu was startled and cried out, "Brother Tiger, what's
wrong?"

Zhao Wanyan chuckled, "Chief Tong, you've got it wrong, you should call me Sister Tiger!" Tong Wanhu was taken aback. Xiang
Yang, seeing the opportunity, had already picked up Zhao Wanyan and laughed, "Brother Tong, excuse me, we'll
settle !" He used his light footwork to dash away towards the edge of the forest. Tong Wanhu was about to give chase when the white tiger blocked his path
with a roar. Tong Wanhu was filled with suspicion, thinking, "Why is Brother Tiger stopping me? Does it think it shouldn't have captured
Miss Zhao?"

Xiang Yang carried Zhao Wanyan out of the forest without slowing down, until they could see a town ahead. Only then did he stop,
put Zhao Wanyan down, and tore a strip of cloth from his sleeve to bandage his left leg injury. Zhao
Wanyan was worried because his left leg was bleeding profusely. She said, "Shall we go to town and find a doctor?" Xiang Yang shook his head and smiled,
"I can handle this kind of injury myself. No need to trouble yourself." Zhao Wanyan was still uneasy, so she found
an inn for him to stay in that night so he could recover .

The two entered the room, and Zhao Wanyan tipped the waiter and put the little white tiger down. The waiter looked at it and
was very surprised. He said, "Miss, this cat is quite strange. Look at its markings, it looks just like a little tiger.
" Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "It is. Brother waiter, you can go now!" The waiter looked puzzled and
left the room.

Xiang Yang had suffered a severe leg injury in a fierce battle that day. To avoid worrying Zhao Wanyan, he remained
calm and composed . When asked about the white tiger, Zhao Wanyan blushed and stammered out a clear account, leaving Xiang Yang
unsure whether to be surprised or amused. After finishing her story in a low voice, Zhao Wanyan timidly asked, "Brother Xiang, will you...
will you look down on me?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "How could I?" Zhao Wanyan said urgently, "But...but
I actually felt...that...it was so unfair to you..."

Xiang Yang's heart stirred. He hugged Zhao Wanyan tightly and said softly, "Wanyan, don't think like that! It was just
a tiger. You didn't do anything wrong, and you didn't wrong me at all."

Zhao Wanyan felt a surge of joy and lowered her head. Suddenly, she remembered Tong Wanhu's words, and a wave of sorrow washed over her
. She sighed. Xiang Yang asked curiously, "Wanyan?" Zhao Wanyan whispered, "Brother Xiang, my father is Prince
Jingwei . His reputation has always been bad, and I don't know if it's true or not." Xiang Yang said, "I don't know either."
Zhao Wanyan said, "Brother Xiang, I've always been afraid to tell you...you..." Xiang Yang gently kissed Zhao Wanyan
and said, "Why should I care whether your father is good or evil, rich or poor? As long as you are so gentle and lovely,
so kind, what else do I care?"

Zhao Wanyan leaned on Xiang Yang's shoulder, her heart filled with sweetness, and all her worries vanished for a moment. That night, the two were deeply in love.
An unusual thought struck Zhao Wanyan. She felt shy, yet her demeanor became even more delicate and charming. Lost in her own
world, she forgot they were in an inn and couldn't control her noises. Seeing her shed her shyness and become even more
alluring, Xiang Yang felt an even stronger tenderness towards her. The two made love, their hearts in perfect harmony, the room filled with tender affection.

The little white tiger lay on the table, eyes wide open, staring blankly, seemingly dumbfounded.

Late at night, Zhao Wanyan had fallen into a deep sleep. Xiang Yang gently covered her with a blanket, gazing at her beautiful
face , a warmth spreading through him: "With such a companion, what more could I ask for?" The little white tiger slept
soundly in the corner of the room, all around peaceful. The bright moon hung in the sky outside the window, accompanied by the chirping of crickets.

Xiang Yang had heard the chirping of crickets since childhood. Hearing it now, he suddenly recalled the times he and his junior brothers and sisters would catch
crickets . He couldn't help but smile and think to himself, "I wonder how my junior brothers and sisters are now? Perhaps my junior brother
has found a good girl, and my junior sister has met her sweetheart." As he thought about this, he gradually drifted off to sleep.

At the same time, on a similar moonlit night, on one of the countless lakes in Jiangnan, a small boat played the clear, resonant sound of a zither, played by the fingers of a
young man . He played the final notes, let out a long whistle, stepped out of the cabin, and recited: "Stone Fish Lake, like Dongting Lake,
summer waters nearly fill the green Junshan Mountain. The mountain is a vessel, the water a marsh, and wine lovers sit on the islets. Long winds blow for days, creating great waves,
yet they cannot stop the wine boats. I sit on Baqiu with a long ladle, drinking with all to dispel sorrow." After reciting the poem, the young man picked up
a bronze-handled wine pot and laughed loudly: "Yuan Cishan! The poem is indeed well-written, but unfortunately there are no guests on the lake,
and I am not good with wine. Brother wine, brother wine, your humble servant Wenyuan is sorry!" With that, he flicked his sleeve, and
the bronze flew straight into the night sky, the fine wine scattering in arcs, before turning back into the cabin.

Another peaceful melody began, and the wine pot finally fell, "plop," into the lake, the wine falling
like .

Ten Scenes of Silk ( V )

=== ... Although not very loud, it could be clearly heard in the quiet night, echoing the waves of the lake , its sound reaching the ears. Wen Yuan's heart stirred, and he wondered, "Where did such exquisite music come from?" Stepping out of the cabin, the sound of a pipa from the lake shore through the mist, like weeping and lamenting, like resentment and longing. A piece titled "Autumn Moon over the Han Palace" expressed the endless sorrow in the heart, its melody deeply moving. Wen Yuan listened, completely captivated, thinking to himself, "Although many pipa pieces use the theme of palace lament, and also depict female imagery such as Zhaojun's Lament, Xiangfei's Tears, the woman by the dressing table, and the woman too lazy to paint her eyebrows, the underlying theme throughout the entire piece is 'longing for Han.' The ancient masters imbued these palace poems and farewell songs with the profound pain of leaving one's country and the sigh of the fading glory. The pipa's gentleness is the gentleness of 'forged steel becomes soft as silk,' not truly the gentleness of a woman. This piece, however, can be so gentle, so full of resentment and longing; it could ." Then the pipa music gradually faded, and the piece ended. Wen Yuan returned to his cabin, retrieved his zither, and sat upright at the bow . He began to play, his fingers moving with a series of sweeping strokes, producing a piece titled "High Mountains and Flowing Water," flowing smoothly and elegantly, evoking the joy of Bo Ya finding his soulmate , Zhong Ziqi. As he played with fervor, his inner energy flowed, and the zither strings rang out with a resounding melody, truly possessing the grandeur of towering mountains and surging waves. The sound of a pipa followed, also playing "High Mountains and Flowing Water." The zither music, played by the pipa player , was exquisitely refined, depicting a scene of verdant peaks and murmuring streams. Although it lacked the expansive and expressive quality , it was nonetheless intricate and graceful. The two notes harmonized, and in Wen Yuan's mind, it seemed he was walking hand in hand with a young girl amidst the mountains and rivers, expressing his aspirations while she smiled sweetly beside him... When the music of the zither and pipa ceased, Wen Yuan felt incredibly refreshed, all his gloom swept away. With a sudden inspiration, he played a tune called "Guan Ju," silently reciting the lyrics: "Guan guan, the ospreys, on the river's islet. A fair maiden, a gentleman's good match . The watercress grows thick and thin, flowing left and right. A fair maiden, he seeks her waking and sleeping..." The melody resonated with the sentiment of longing. As the "Guanju" melody ended, the sound of the pipa began, taking its melody from the "Zheng Feng" section of the Book of Songs, specifically the poem "Qian Chang": " If you truly miss me, lift your skirt and wade across the Zhen River. If you don't miss me, are there no other men? You silly boy, how foolish you are! ... If you truly miss me, lift your skirt and wade across the Wei River..." The lyrics and music, however, carry a mocking tone, meaning: "If you truly miss me, lift your skirt and wade across the Zhen River. If you don't miss me, are there no other men? You silly boy, how foolish you are! ..." The music is light and lively, seemingly both expansive and restrained, extremely beautiful, like a charming young woman standing far away, seemingly close yet distant, smiling sweetly. Wen Yuan was startled, his heart fluttering. He thought, "What does the Zhen River matter? To see this woman even once is like crossing the dark sea of the far north." He immediately disregarded the small boat and wanted to swim to the lake shore, but then he thought, "Although this young lady has made such a gesture, if I were to go and meet her so abruptly in the dead of night, and someone were to see me, wouldn't that damage her reputation? How can I be so selfish as to indulge in such desires?" With that thought, he sat down again and played a tune called "Reed Catkins": "The reed catkins are green, the white dew is like frost. The one I long for is on the other side , but the road is long and difficult. I go downstream to find her, but she seems to be in the middle of the water... The reed catkins are sad, the white dew has not yet ..." The melody was ethereal, as if expressing endless longing to the woman who was audible but unattainable, wanting to leave immediately, the melody ending but the meaning lingering. After he finished playing the zither, only the sound of the evening breeze rippling the lake remained, utterly silent. Wen Yuan was filled with unease, wondering what the girl was thinking. After a long while, the sound of a pipa began, still a poem from the "Airs of Zheng ," titled "Wind and Rain." The melody subtly conveyed the poem's meaning: "The wind and rain are bleak, the roosters crow incessantly. Now that I have seen my beloved, how can I not be at peace? The wind and rain are fierce, the roosters crow incessantly..." The melody described a cold, windy night, with roosters crowing incessantly, a melancholy mood. But having seen his beloved, what could be unpleasant? The pipa music, tender and affectionate, gradually faded into the distance until it was no longer heard. Wen Yuan stood quietly at the bow of the boat, his heart surging , the lingering sound seemingly still echoing on the lake. As dawn broke, Wen Yuan left the lake to the east, still lost in thought about meeting the girl with music the previous night, unable to forget her.

Huai thought to himself, "I never expected to encounter such a talented woman upon arriving in Jiangnan. It's such a pity I couldn't meet her!
I wonder if I'll have the chance to meet her again someday?"

His mind was unsettled, and he strolled aimlessly until he reached the outskirts of Hangzhou that afternoon. Looking around, he saw the cobblestone path
bustling with people, likely tourists visiting West Lake. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "People praise West Lake as '
Mountain scenery and lake views follow you at every step, difficult to describe in poetry or painting throughout history.' Wouldn't it be a shame not to see it for myself?" He immediately put aside
his reverie and happily began his lake tour.

His first stop was Bai Causeway. Bai Causeway and Su Causeway traverse the lake, dividing West Lake into Inner Lake, Outer Lake,
Little South Lake, Yue Lake, and West Inner Lake. Bai Causeway was lined with willows and peach trees, a beautiful sight indeed—truly,
the willow branches swayed green, and the peach trees smiled. Wen Yuan strolled leisurely, enjoying the scenery. In a pleasant mood, he exclaimed, "Bai Juyi wrote
, 'A riot of flowers dazzles the eye, shallow grass barely covers the horse's hooves. I love walking along the eastern shore of the lake, where green willows shade the white
sandbank.' Truly wonderful! Everyone speaks of the Ten Scenes of West Lake, but the sights here are far more than just ten!" Nearby,

under a willow tree, several men and women were chatting and laughing. A scholar-like man, hearing his words,
rose and approached him, bowing and smiling, "Young master, are you traveling alone? If you are in the mood, why not
join us to enjoy the scenery and chat?" Wen Yuan saw that the man was about forty years old, with a refined appearance and polite manners,
and immediately returned the bow, smiling, "Thank you for your hospitality." He then walked with the man to the willow tree.

There were originally three men and three women under the tree, but now Wen Yuan was also present. After Wen Yuan introduced himself, the scholar
introduced him to each of them. The two men, both middle-aged scholars, one with a fair complexion and the other tall and thin
, were the brothers Zhang Hede and Zhang Hefang from Suzhou, friends of the scholar Song Shangqian. The young woman was
Madam , and the other two women were maids Ping'er and Cuixiang, brought by the Song couple for their lake excursion
. Ping'er was pretty and charming, while Cuixiang was beautiful and delicate. Both were dressed in light, flowing clothes, graceful and charming. A yellow cloth was spread on the ground,
upon which were laid many cups, pots, and dishes, quite exquisite and plentiful.

Wen Yuan untied his guqin from his back and placed it aside. Song Shangqian said to those around him, "Cuixiang, why haven't you
poured wine for Young Master Wen?" Cuixiang replied, "Yes!" and poured wine, saying sweetly, "Young Master Wen, please!"
Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you." He took the wine cup and took a small sip. Song Shangqian said, "Young Master Wen, why don't you
drink it all? Isn't the wine delicious?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "The wine is excellent, but to be honest, I have a very low
alcohol . If I finish every cup, I'll be drunk and sleep on the Bai Causeway after just a few cups, which would spoil
the whole experience." Song Shangqian laughed loudly, "Alright! Since that's the case, fine wine is not enough to entertain our guests. Young Master Wen, please drink some
tea instead."

Zhang Zhifang said, "Since you're carrying a zither on your boat on the lake, you must be very skilled at playing the zither
. Why don't you play a piece for us to enjoy?" Zhang Zhide also said, "That's right." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "In that case, I'll make a fool of myself
." He sat up and began to play, plucking and strumming the strings. The music was smooth and melodious, like singing, and full of charm. After playing for a while,
a man who had been sleeping soundly under a willow tree suddenly sat up and listened intently. After Wen Yuan finished playing,
Song Shangqian and the others all cheered, and some of the tourists nearby also expressed their admiration. The man slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Wonderful
! Wonderful! Clear and vast, transcending the mundane world, what a wonderful piece of 'Crane Dance in the Grotto Heaven'!"

Everyone looked at the man and saw that he was about thirty or forty years old, with a strong physique, a head of messy hair, two
thick eyebrows, and a full beard that was very short and prickly, which seemed quite sharp. His face was still clear,
with a long scar on his forehead. He was wearing a tattered short shirt, which was not very presentable, but his eyes were bright and piercing.

Song Shangqian and the Zhang brothers thought to themselves, "What kind of music does this brute know? He's just pretending to be
cultured, like Pigsy picking up toilet paper." But then they heard the man shout, "How many rich kids know good music?
He's just like Pigsy picking up toilet paper, haha, pretending to be cultured! Young brother, I was listening to your polite talk earlier, but
I only smelled a lot of stinking farts. I didn't expect you to actually have some talent. The music is fine, but the melody is truly
exquisite ; ordinary people couldn't play it like that."

Wen Yuan, hearing his words, realized he had been directly confronted with his own thoughts . Overjoyed by the sentiment expressed in the music, he laughed and said, "You flatter me
. Since you are so skilled in music, why don't you also share your talent?" Song, Zhang, and the other two were
already displeased that the man had insulted them, and when Wen Yuan invited them, they were all unwilling. Song Shangqian said, "This gentleman..."

The man waved his hand and said, "This place is full of vulgar people, they can't appreciate my music. Young brother, if you
really want to hear my music, come to the platform on Lonely Mountain in an hour." After saying that, he stood up, stretched
, yawned, and left without looking back. "

Zhang Zhide was furious and said, "This rude man is extremely impolite." Zhang Zhifang said, "
What real knowledge does such a person have when he spouts such boastful words?" Wen Yuan smiled slightly and thought to himself, "Although this gentleman is impolite,
his knowledge of the zither is truly remarkable. It would be a pity to miss the appointment at the Lonely Mountain Platform." Song Shangqian laughed and said,
"Young Master Wen's zither music just now was truly excellent. Even that rude man knows how to appreciate
beauty both the refined and the common. Come, everyone, let's toast Young Master Wen!"

The group talked about poetry, admired the scenery, and drank tea and wine. After more than half an hour, except for Wen Yuan who
was drinking tea and being served by two maids, everyone else was already tipsy and their speech was somewhat incoherent. Song Shangqian
embraced his wife and joked around, while the Zhang brothers sang loudly. Suddenly, Zhang Zhifang pulled Cuixiang into his arms, and the two brothers began
to behave improperly. Cui Xiang giggled, her face flushed with drunkenness after Zhang Zhide had poured her three cups of wine.
She became boisterous, rubbing and kneading herself, her clothes quite disheveled.

Wen Yuan, seeing the men and women becoming increasingly frivolous, didn't want to watch any longer. Gazing at the lakeside scenery of the Broken Bridge in the distance,
he picked up the teapot, but there wasn't a single drop of tea left. Ping'er chuckled, "Young Master Wen, you only drink tea, not
wine, yet you've finished the tea completely. Let me heat up another pot for you." Wen Yuan smiled slightly, "That's too much trouble
." Ping'er reached out to take the pot, her hand brushing against Wen Yuan's fingers. Her face flushed slightly, and she said, "Young Master Wen,
your nails are getting long, isn't it inconvenient for you to play the zither?" Wen Yuan replied, "It's alright." Ping'er chuckled softly,
"Young Master Wen, let me trim your nails, okay? That way you'll play the zither even better." Saying this
, she brewed a pot of tea and started heating it up.

Wen Yuan chuckled and said, "I'm not your young master, why bother? You should go serve your
master and mistress." Ping'er sighed. Seeing Wen Yuan's elegant and refined demeanor, she had already secretly
fallen for him, thinking, "If only I were your maid." Suddenly,

she heard Cui Xiang's sweet, seductive laughter, full of wantonness. Zhang Zhifang embraced Cui Xiang from behind, his left hand
slipping under her skirt, directly between her legs, pinching and kneading without restraint. Zhang Zhide poured cups of wine...
He splashed the wine on her face and clothes, laughing, "Look, it's all...wet! Hahaha..." Cui
Xiang licked the wine from her lips, laughing and panting
. Her clothes were soaked through, clinging to her body and accentuating her chest's curves. Zhang Zhifang laughed, "Well, this whole area under your skirt is wet. I wonder if it's wine.
" Zhang Zhide wiped his mouth and laughed, "Wouldn't a taste tell us immediately?" He then lifted her skirt
and buried his head inside. Cui Xiang twisted her body, laughing uncontrollably, but her laughter was tinged with moans,
growing slower and more frivolous.

Ping'er's face flushed as she watched, and she couldn't help but tighten her clothes. Wen Yuan said, "Miss Ping'er!"
Ping'er's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head timidly, saying, "Young Master Wen...you won't...you won't want to
either..." Wen Yuan smiled calmly, "Want what? The tea is almost boiled dry." Ping'er was startled, and blushed as she smiled
, "I forgot. Young Master Wen, please don't call me 'Miss,' I'm just a little maid, just call me Ping'er."
As she spoke, she dealt with the tea set. Wen Yuan smiled, recalling the words of the man surnamed Ren, and unwilling to watch Song Zhang and the others fool around any longer
, he took a sip of tea, stood up, and said, "Gentlemen, I have important business to attend to, so I must take my leave first
. Thank you for your hospitality, I must take my leave now. "

Song Shangqian was flirting with Madam Song and had no time for formalities, only laughing and saying, "Please, please... Young Master Wen , until we meet again... Haha, come, let me kiss you here..." Ping'er blushed and bowed , saying, "Young Master Wen, my master is confused, please don't mind." Wen Yuan slung his guqin over his shoulder and laughed, "How could I? Miss Ping'er , I'm truly sorry I can't finish your tea." Ping'er watched Wen Yuan leave, then looked back at the group of men and women entwined together, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions. Wen Yuan walked briskly, turning left and right, taking three steps at a time, passing through a shady path, and soon saw the two large characters "Gushan" carved on the stone wall in front of him. Upon reaching the platform on Gushan Island, one could see a small pavilion to the north inscribed with "West Lake's Most Beautiful Scenery," complete with a bridge, a pond, and artificial hills and rocks, their arrangement both varied and sparse, truly extraordinary . However, a large man sat atop the artificial hill, hands on his chest, legs crossed. Upon seeing Wen Yuan, he laughed heartily, "Well done, young brother! Keep your promise, impressive!" With that, he leaped down onto solid ground. Wen Yuan smiled slightly, "Brother Ren, you are quite the hero. How could I dare not keep my promise?" The man said, "Oh, how did you know my surname is Ren?" Wen Yuan replied, "You referred to yourself as 'Ren' earlier, so you naturally know." The man laughed, "Yes, I forgot. I heard you and those fellows introduce yourselves as Wen Yuan. My full name is Ren Jianqing. Come, come, I broke a zither earlier; may I borrow it from you?" Wen Yuan said, "Please." He handed over the zither. Ren Jianqing sat down and began to play the strings, laughing, "Luckily, my prediction came true. There are no tourists here or now, otherwise they wouldn't be able to stand it." Wen Yuan, puzzled, was about to ask when Ren Jianqing took a breath. With a sharp the music soared and rose, and Wen Yuan was immediately struck by its power, thinking, "What a magnificent spirit!" Ren Jianqing played with great enthusiasm, his voice growing stronger with awestruck, his spirits soaring, his whole body tense. Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds rang out, and all seven strings snapped. The instrument shattered and scattered with a series of snapping noises , the piece finished. Wen Yuan was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Excellent! 'Aspirations lie beyond the vast expanse, roaming freely beyond the eight directions, like riding a chariot on a celestial horse, roaming the world freely, touring the universe without any constraints!' Brother Ren, what a magnificent 'Eight Extremes Tour'!" Ren Jianqing laughed heartily and said, "Young brother, I've destroyed one of your fine zithers, what do you think? " Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Fine zithers are easy to obtain, but fine music is rare! If Brother Ren is willing to play ten pieces, I will buy ten zithers as a gift, what's a little regret!" Ren Jianqing slapped the broken zither body and said happily, "Good lad, you truly understand music. I was right to give you this piece. How could an ordinary person listen to it? Before halfway through, they would either be stunned or run far away . Only those who understand music can appreciate it, and only martial arts masters can savor it. Young brother..." "To possess both, truly rare indeed, how delightful!" Wen Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Ren, how did you know I know martial arts?" Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "Your zither playing resonates with your pulse; as fellow practitioners, I naturally recognize it. What do you think of my internal strength?" Wen Yuan replied, " Exceptionally powerful, yet containing an inner softness, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River. Brother Ren's skill surpasses mine." Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "Your hearing is truly accurate, remarkable!" (Ten Scenes Satin (Six)) Wen Yuan, seeing Ren Jianqing's straightforward and frank nature, was pleased and said, "Brother Ren, your playing is so unrestrained. It's truly delightful to hear it today. It's a pity the zither is broken, otherwise I would like to play another piece and ask Brother Ren for guidance." Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "I've already heard you play one, so we're even, isn't that good?" Wen Yuan shook his head and said, "No, no, the piece I just played was 'The Crane'..." "I never expected to find someone as skilled in the zither as Brother Ren here , so I couldn't play my best and it couldn't compare to this 'Eight Extremes Tour'." Ren Jianqing was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Good! So you still have some hidden skills you haven't used yet, this is wonderful!" Then he suddenly became serious and said, "No, my musical inspiration has run out today, and I can't play another piece for you. I'll have to listen to your wonderful music another day, young brother. How can I be the only one to benefit? Alas, what a pity !" He sighed deeply after speaking. Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Ren, if you're in the mood, I'll gladly keep you company. Are you a local ?" Ren Jianqing replied, "No! I have no fixed abode. Wherever I feel comfortable, I stay as long as I can. I recently encountered some trouble here, which is why I've been lingering for a few more days." He laughed heartily and said, "Young brother , I'll have to ask you to enjoy the scenery of West Lake for a few more days, and then we can play a few more tunes." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Exactly. " The two hit it off immediately and got along very well. When they parted, they agreed to meet again in three days. It was already dusk when Wen Yuan said goodbye to Ren Jianqing. Suddenly, Wen Yuan remembered something and quickly used his lightness skill to rush off. He ran for six or seven miles before stopping. In the distance, he saw Xizhao Mountain. At that time, the sun was setting, and colorful clouds swirled around it. On the mountaintop was the shadow of a pagoda, which was Leifeng Pagoda. Wen Yuan smiled and muttered to himself, "Luckily, I made it in time and didn't miss the 'Leifeng Pagoda at Sunset.' Not too early, not too late, just right." He strolled around at his leisure, and after a while, he came to a forest path and went to the town to find lodging. He found an inn, and the waiter came out to greet him, saying, "Sir, you want to stay here? Unfortunately, we're out of rooms today. We just booked the last room for a young lady." Suddenly, a delicate female voice was heard.

He said, "Yes, it's me." Wen Yuan looked back and saw that the shop was packed with people. He didn't know
who had said that , so he smiled and said, "Alright, please show me a seat. I'll have enough for a meal."
The waiter found him a seat. Wen Yuan ordered two steamed buns and was eating when a caravan of over fifty people
entered the shop. The leader asked the waiter, "Waiter, do you have any rooms?" Wen Yuan swallowed a bite of his
bun and said, "No, I couldn't get a room."

The leader glanced at him, took out a silver ingot, and said to the waiter, "I'll book
the entire first floor for you tonight. The lodging fee is separate." The waiter took the silver and readily agreed. Wen Yuan looked at the caravan; they were escorting ten
carts, their flags embroidered with silver cloud patterns, looking quite imposing. The man was about forty or fifty years old, with a square face
, tall and strong, and quite imposing. He said
loudly, "Brother Hong, you take ten brothers and keep watch. The rest of you, come in and rest." One of the bodyguards agreed and left.

Wen Yuan finished his steamed bun and got up to leave when he suddenly heard a woman cry out, "Oops!"
followed by the sound of a broken bowl. Wen Yuan turned around and saw a girl pointing at a puddle of soup noodles and broken bowl pieces on the ground,
saying to one of the bodyguards, "What are you doing? You're not watching where you're going! You knocked over my noodles, what
a waste!" Her voice was soft and melodious, the same one he had just heard. The girl looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old,
petite , wearing a pink silk dress with a thin white veil draped over her shoulders. She had arched eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and was extremely pretty and charming. Wen Yuan
smiled to himself, thinking, "That room is really lucky to have such a young lady staying there, much better than me,
a stinking scholar."

The bodyguard frowned and said, "The young lady put the bowl out so far out herself, how can you blame me?" The girl
pouted , her expression as if she was about to cry, and exclaimed, "How can you say that? Everyone here
, be the judge! Does that mean that if the bowl is near the edge of the table, it deserves to be knocked off? I've only eaten
half of ..." As she spoke, she really seemed to be on the verge of tears, which amused the onlookers.

The leading man said, "Alright, Brother Yang, just compensate her. Don't argue with the young lady." The
镖师 (bodyguard/escort) surnamed Yang said, "Okay." The young lady smiled sweetly and said, "Chief镖师 Hao is so reasonable
. Thank you!" The man was taken aback and said, "Who are you, young lady? How do you know me..."
The young lady tapped the table with her index finger and laughed, "That flag has cloud and mist patterns on it. Isn't that the Iron Cloud Escort Agency from the capital
? Chief镖师 Hao Yigang is very skilled. Who doesn't know? With so many large escorts, does Master Hao think
he would just sit in the agency drinking tea and send out some ordinary people?" She finished speaking and smiled.

The man was indeed Hao Yigang, the chief镖师 of the Iron Cloud Escort Agency. He was highly skilled in martial arts, and everyone in the vicinity of the capital knew him. The Iron
Cloud Escort Agency had been established for seventy years and had a great reputation. This time, he was escorting a large shipment of goods to the Zeng family
mansion in Shaoxing. Seeing that even this little girl knew his reputation, he couldn't help but feel a little smug.

Yang, the bodyguard, said to the waiter, "Waiter, another bowl of clear soup noodles..." The girl smiled and said, "
Wait a minute , I only have half a bowl of noodles left, you don't need to pay for the whole bowl! I'll just find something cheaper
, okay?" Seeing her innocent and adorable demeanor, Yang, not bothered, asked, "What would you like, miss
?"

The little girl stood up, pointed to a row of caravans outside the shop, and said with a grin, "Just these ten
carts, that should be about right. " "!" Yang, the bodyguard, laughed, "Miss, don't joke. This is a shipment our escort agency
is transporting ..." The young girl ignored him, put her hands behind her back, walked to the door, and called out, "Hey, hey, hey,
all of you, get out of the way! Coachmen, follow the young lady!" A hot-tempered coachman waved his hand and
said, "Little girl, stop fooling around... Ouch!" Before he finished speaking, a scream rang
out, and the hand flew out halfway through the swing, blood splattering on the doorway. The young girl said calmly, "Well, you've
been so disrespectful to the young lady. Losing a hand is a good deal for you."

At this, the guests in the shop all changed color, and many people exclaimed loudly. Hong, the bodyguard who was watching the carriages, rushed up and
cursed, "You little bitch, want trouble?" As he spoke, he reached out to grab her. The grab was forceful,
and unexpectedly, blood splattered everywhere. Somehow, Hong's right wrist was severed, flying to a nearby
table and landing in a pot of hot soup. The man screamed, "Oh my god!" and fell backward. Hong
cried out in pain , stumbling back four or five steps.

Wen Yuan was shocked, thinking, "This young lady is pleasing to the eye, but her technique is both swift and ruthless."
Hao Yigang was even more shocked and furious, stepping forward and angrily asking, "Little girl, what's your trade?" The
young girl turned around nimbly and smiled, "Chief镖头 Hao, are these 600,000 taels of silver all being delivered to
the Zeng family mansion in Shaoxing? Shaoxing isn't that far from here, so I think you don't need to trouble yourself. How about I
deliver it for ?"

Hao Yigang's anger flared, and he said, "Little girl, state your name. You injured two of my brothers; are
you determined to trouble for the Hao family?" The girl slightly raised her head and said, "So what? Hey, you
're someone with some skill in the martial world, you should at least know the names 'Big and Little Murong,' right?"

Hao Yigang's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Big and Little Murong? They're a pair of infamous villains in the martial world today,
everyone knows that. How do you address them?" The girl giggled and said, "You really do know
. As for the eldest Murong, I call him Big Brother. As for the little Murong, I'm sorry, my humble name
is probably not enough to compare with Big Brother, hehe!"

Upon hearing this, everyone from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency was greatly shocked.

"Big and Little Murong" were a brother and sister with the compound surname Murong. They were both very young, but their martial arts skills were strong, and their actions
were strange. The elder brother was especially notorious, ruthless and vicious. His "Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique" was famous throughout the martial world
, and he had taken countless lives. The younger sister's martial arts were unique, unlike her brother's rampant violence, yet her reputation was
equally tarnished . This was because the siblings often acted side-by-side, sharing the blame for any misdeed, naturally resulting in neither receiving a good name.
In just three years, they had earned the reputation of being notorious figures in the martial arts world, known as "Big and Little Murong," though their real names were largely
unknown.

Hao Yigang had assumed she would have companions; otherwise, a lone young girl robbing a caravan would be illogical. Unexpectedly,
she introduced herself as "Little Murong," and witnessing her skill in crippling two hands—a strange and ruthless technique—he broke out in a
cold sweat, thinking, "Am I, Hao Yigang, destined to die here today?" Unable to feign weakness, he said,
"So it's Miss Little Murong, but this caravan money…" Little Murong raised a delicate eyebrow and said, "This
caravan money, you have to give it to me whether you like it or not! Chief镖头 Hao, I know your abilities very well; you're no match for me."
"I'd rather die than keep the goods! What do you say?"

The faces of everyone at the Iron Cloud Escort Agency were filled with rage. Hao Yigang thought to himself, "There are over fifty of us, and this vixen is
all alone. Do we really think we can't defeat her? If we lose this shipment, my ancestral Iron Cloud Escort Agency will be ruined
. Either way, we're going to die. Today, I'll fight you to the death!" He immediately shouted, "Brothers, let's join forces to capture
this female demon and rid the martial world of this scourge!" The escorts roared in agreement and drew their weapons.

Suddenly, Little Murong stopped, her eyes brimming with tears, and cried out, "Hey, what is this? Dozens of
men are bullying a young girl like me! I, I…" Before she could finish, she covered her face with her hands and
began to sob. The bodyguards were stunned. Seeing her delicate appearance, as if she would collapse at any moment, they couldn't help but think
, "Is this little girl really that devilish Little Murong?"

Suddenly, Little Murong leaped out, her sword flashing like a crimson cloud streaked with blue and white lightning, moving in
and out of sight. Screams of agony rose and fell, and in the blink of an eye, seven bodyguards
lay . The crowd was shocked, but then they heard Little Murong laugh, "It seems
more reasonable for a little girl like me to bully a group of men, isn't it?"

Hao Yigang, both furious and horrified, roared and pounced. Xiao Murong swayed her slender waist and flicked her wrist. A short
sword appeared out of nowhere, changing shape unpredictably. She laughed and counted, "Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen,
four, five, six, seven, eight..." The count grew faster and faster until the镖师 (bodyguards) couldn't even see it clearly. Xiao Murong leaped up
and landed on a wooden table, laughing, "I've counted to five fives, twenty-five! Do you want to die
or kill someone?" The short sword swung gently, and blood dripped from its tip.

镖师 Yang, wielding a single-edged sword, charged forward, cursing, "You witch!" Xiao Murong gracefully dodged, tripping him with her
right foot , and laughed, "I've spoken a few words to you, so you're lucky. I can save
you for the second-to-last kill, and then kill Hao Yigang last." Hao Yigang was furious and unleashed a set of Five Elements Sword techniques,
alternating between opposing forces, each strike powerful and fierce, launching a series of attacks. Seeing that his swordsmanship was not weak, Xiao Murong giggled and said,
"Chief镖头 Hao is indeed skilled. If all fifty-odd men are this good, I'm not so sure I can
handle it !" As she spoke, she stabbed three镖师 in the throat, killing them instantly with a single sword stroke. Twenty-eight men were already dead.
The customers in the shop rushed out of the door. The innkeeper and waiters huddled against the wall in fear. Only the guests in the second-floor rooms were unaware that a bloodbath had broken
out below .

Wen Yuan was shocked by Xiao Murong's ghostly swordsmanship. He thought to himself, "This swordsmanship
is ruthless and incredibly powerful. If I use my master's swordsmanship to fight back, it seems I lack agility. Am I not her
match?" A thought flashed through his mind, and he thought, "If my senior brother were here, he would have much more experience and be able to find an opening
to strike her short sword with his Nine Thunder Palms." While he was thinking, Hao Yigang was struck by two swords in the arm, almost losing his arm.
There were already thirty-three corpses lying on the ground.

Hao Yigang shouted, "Brothers, get back! Don't come up here to your deaths!" Little Murong laughed, "Oh dear,
sorry, how can I kill you if they don't die?" Her movements were elusive, focusing on attacking the other镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), leaving
Hao Yigang chasing her while also trying to stop her from killing his own men. Instantly, his weakness was exposed. Little Murong
kicked him in the waist, striking a pressure point. Hao Yigang's single sword fell to the ground, and he slumped to the ground.

Little Murong's short sword was pressed against the back of his neck, and the镖师 dared not move, all panicking. Little Murong laughed
, "I've killed enough for today, young lady. Hey, all of you, go ahead and kill yourselves! Chief镖头 Hao will follow you
right away , and another Iron Cloud镖局 will rise in the underworld."

Hao Yigang, his pressure points restrained, couldn't move and lamented, "Enough, enough! Miss Murong, release
my brothers and send Hao Yigang on his way!" Little Murong chuckled and said, "If you don't all die
cleanly , my elder brother will scold me for being clumsy." Pointing at a sniper with her left hand, she laughed, "
Why don't you kill yourselves? Is it that hard to slit your throats?" The sniper's face turned pale, and
his right hand, holding a single-edged sword, trembled uncontrollably. He lost his grip and the sword fell to the ground with a "clang." Little Murong cursed, "Useless!
" With a kick of her left foot, a steel sword flew out from the ground with great force, about to pierce through the sniper's chest
.

Suddenly, a figure swept in from the side, a sleeve flicking out, deflecting the steel blade and
sending it hurtling towards Xiao Murong. Xiao Murong was startled and parried with her sword, but felt a jolt in her hand, the short sword nearly slipping from her grasp.
She was secretly alarmed: "This person has incredible strength! Who is he?" Looking closer, she saw that the one who had intervened was
a young scholar, and Hao Yigang had already been pulled away by him.

This person was Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan had seen Xiao Murong's merciless attacks and felt a pang of pity, but
he couldn't grasp the essence of her swordsmanship and felt he couldn't subdue her. Moreover, her attacks were incredibly fast and difficult to counter.
When she kicked the steel blade, Wen Yuan could no longer stand idly by. He immediately intervened, deflecting the blade, then stepped in and struck with his palm,
knocking Hao Yigang away from her short sword. He then released his pressure points, a series of rapid movements that caught Xiao Murong off guard,
and he managed to rescue Hao Yigang.

Seeing his skill, Xiao Murong dared not underestimate him. She smiled sweetly and said, "This young master has such impressive skills
, truly remarkable. May I ask your name?" Wen Yuan bowed and said, "My name is Wen Yuan, I was just passing through
. Miss Murong, you have killed so many people, it's too barbaric. Please stop
." Xiao Murong blinked, seemingly not taking his words seriously, and laughed, "Alright, your martial arts are quite good, I'll leave
the killing to you. I've already killed enough, after all." Wen Yuan said, "How can that be? As Bai Juyi once wrote in his poem
, 'Who says the lives of all living beings are insignificant? They are all of the same flesh and blood, all of the same skin.' Human life is of paramount importance; how can we treat it lightly?" "?"

Little Murong pouted and said, "Who's arguing with you? Fine, if you won't kill them, I'll
kill you! What do you think?" Wen Yuan thought to himself, "It seems this Master Hao can't beat Miss Murong
. Whether I can win is another matter. Since I've already gotten involved, I might as well see it through and save their lives."
Having made up his mind, he said, "If you want to kill them, please do so, but I must resist. How can I
easily hand over my life to someone else? So many people from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency have died; it's too tragic. I can't let
you ..."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared, and Little Murong's sword was already upon him. Wen Yuan was startled. His
position suddenly changed, and he turned to the side, narrowly escaping being beheaded. Wen Yuan was furious and shouted, "Miss
, you didn't even declare it beforehand, and you didn't wait for me to finish speaking. Isn't that a sneak attack?" Little Murong said, "I like
to sneak attack , so what?" Her hands didn't stop, and her short sword flew like a meteor, bloomed like a hundred flowers, and its cold light
flashed everywhere.

Wen Yuan let out a clear whistle, leaping into the air and turning mid-air, drawing his longsword from its sheath. Normally
, when he didn't draw his sword, others simply assumed he was a scholar with a sword, which was quite ordinary. But now, with the sword flashing, he landed, assumed a
stance, and raised his sword according to the incantation, pointing it directly at Xiao Murong. Instantly, he became calm and composed, as steady as a mountain, the blade remaining perfectly still
—this was the "Compass Sword," a technique he had studied since childhood.

He recalled how the Yellow Emperor created the compass chariot to break through Chi You's fog, relying on the wooden figure on the chariot always pointing south,
thus knowing how to dispel the fog. The essence of this "Compass Sword" lies in the word "point"—a single point hitting where the enemy cannot reach
. The swordplay doesn't seek quantity, but precision. Seeing his extraordinary bearing, Xiao Murong dared not be careless. His smile vanished, and his
short sword swayed like a storm, unleashing a series of rapid attacks.

Wen Yuan's longsword remained pointed directly at his opponent, with more thrusts than slashes, and even when there were slashes, the tip of the sword remained within half a foot of
his opponent's body. Little Murong's attacks grew faster and faster, her heart filled with the same anxiety.
Everyone was dumbfounded; Hao Yigang's eyes were dazzled, and Wen Yuan was equally alarmed. But his swordplay remained
unhurried, his inner strength increasing, using simplicity to overcome complexity, becoming more and more adept. The clanging sounds of their swords clashing
were incessant , until it seemed as if Little Murong was specifically targeting the longsword, unable
to defeat Wen Yuan without breaking it in one strike.

Little Murong grew increasingly uneasy, thinking, "Learning my elder brother's swordsmanship is truly difficult. If I don't go
all , won't I lose?" Her thoughts were momentarily distracted when Wen Yuan's sword light pierced through her defenses, striking her wrist.
With a clang, a gold bracelet snapped in two, and Little Murong cried out in surprise as her short sword flew from her hand.

The members of the Iron Cloud Escort Agency cheered in unison, and Wen Yuan was also delighted, thinking to himself, "Master's swordsmanship is truly formidable
, it really works."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Murong reacted with lightning speed, flicking her right hand and sending two broken bracelets flying as hidden weapons. Wen Yuan swung
his sword to deflect the attack, feeling a slight soreness in his wrist.
He realized that even after blocking a flurry of sword strikes, Xiao Murong's internal energy had slightly disrupted his blood and qi. He thought to himself, "This girl is truly extraordinary."

Taking advantage of this, Xiao Murong caught the short sword in mid-air and laughed, "Hey, I'm not kidding anymore, now I'm really going to kill
you, take this!" Suddenly, her swordsmanship changed, becoming graceful, delicate, and exquisitely beautiful. Wen Yuan was startled, but saw
Xiao Murong's veil fluttering, her ribbons dancing lightly, dimples appearing on her pretty face, her lotus-like steps light and graceful, circling around him.
The sword light's momentum increased dramatically, becoming incredibly refined, a sight that was pleasing to the eye and almost made him forget to defend himself.

Seeing her attack like this, Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, immediately struck by the sword. Startled
, he quickly reassembled his "Compass Sword" stance, guarding his position and observing intently. He thought to himself
, "I almost lost my life. How can this sword move be so beautiful? It truly is 'The wind blows, the fairy's sleeves flutter, like
a rainbow-colored feathered dress .' Ah!" In a moment of distraction, his short sword slashed across, and if he had been a little slower, his chest would have been severely injured. He
dared not think too much, thinking, "I must first observe her moves before counterattacking."

Little Murong was delighted to see that his ultimate move had given him the upper hand. He thought to himself, "Indeed, my
'Rainbow Feathered Dress Sword' is more comfortable. I really can't use my elder brother's Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword technique with my internal energy."

This "Rainbow Feathered Dress Sword" was incredibly powerful. It looked like a dance, very beautiful, but in fact, every move was full of
hidden attacks , soft yet strong, and full of surprises in its changes. Wen Yuan wielded the Compass Sword, thinking, "No matter how strange your
sword moves are , I will respond to all changes with unchanging principles . I'll use this Compass Sword technique to deal with you." (Ten Scenes Satin

(Seven) )

=== ... Relying on her agile and graceful movements, Xiao Murong avoided direct confrontation with Wen Yuan. However, every time their swords clashed, she felt a jolt in her hand, and a sense of unease crept into her heart: "If this continues, my short sword will eventually be knocked away. What should I do if I can't ?" Several thoughts flashed through her mind, and then, with a sudden inspiration, she swayed her slender waist, thrusting her sword back at Wen Yuan's left shoulder, and then gracefully drifted aside. Wen Yuan shifted his stance and turned, his long sword pointing at Xiao Murong. Suddenly, a white mist-like thing appeared before his eyes, and he was startled: "Not good!" In that moment of distraction, Xiao Murong seized the opportunity, her short sword thrusting out and already pressed against Wen Yuan's right wrist, then flipped it over . Wen Yuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the memory of her severing someone's wrist flashed through his mind. In shock, he released his grip on the sword, flipped his wrist, and opened his hand, swiftly executing a grappling technique, seizing Xiao Murong's right wrist pulse point. At the same time , blood gushed from her wrist; the short sword had already slashed a long wound. If he had reacted even slightly slower, the hand would no longer be on him. Little Murong hadn't expected Wen Yuan's swift and deadly technique; though it had injured his wrist, it had already controlled his pulse. In a panic, he struck Wen Yuan's neck with his left hand . Wen Yuan channeled his inner energy, a surge of true qi rushing forward. Little Murong's qi was blocked, his acupoints sealed, and his left hand lost all strength, drooping limply. Wen Yuan's exertion caused even more bleeding from his wrist. He quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound, still shaken. Looking at the injury, he thought, "Hand, oh hand, you saved yourself, truly remarkable. But this was far too dangerous. I've learned my lesson today; I must never repeat this mistake." Little Murong sat on the ground, unable to move. Even sitting was difficult, and he repeatedly channeled his qi to activate his acupoints. Hao Yigang stepped forward , clasped his hands in a salute to Wen Yuan, and said, "Many thanks to Young Hero Wen for saving our lives. The lives of Hao Yigang and all the brothers here were saved by Young Hero Wen. The entire Iron Cloud Escort Agency will forever be grateful." Wen Yuan quickly returned the salute, saying, "Master Hao, please don't so polite. I am ignorant and inexperienced, and it was due to the deaths of many of your brothers that I am truly unworthy of thanks." Hao Yigang pointed at Xiao Murong, gritting his teeth, and said, "You little bitch, you killed so many of my brothers ! I swear I will not rest until I have torn you to pieces!" As he spoke, he picked up a steel knife, ready to strike. Suddenly, a cold voice rang out: "Put down the knife." Although the words were not loud, they were sinister and cold, sending a chill down everyone's spine. Wen Yuan turned his head and saw a gray-clad man standing by the inn's door. He wore a gray-white turban, was not very tall, but had an extremely gloomy face, a pale gray complexion, muscles stiff as iron, straight eyebrows, and extremely pale pupils , appearing lifeless and unlike a living person. Upon seeing the man, Xiao Murong's face changed drastically, and she stammered, "You...you are..." Hao Yi, in his rage , felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this man's face, cold sweat pouring down his back.

"Who are you? Could you be the Great Murong?"

The man asked silently, slowly walking towards the Little Murong. Hao Yigang thought to himself, "How can I let him rescue this little
bitch?" He hardened his heart, ignoring everything else, and slashed down with his steel blade.

Suddenly, the figure of the gray-clad man floated out, like a cloud of gray mist spreading out. From the swirling mist, a hand, like
a ghostly claw , grabbed Hao Yigang's throat. Hao Yigang screamed in agony as a strong body was slowly
lifted up, utterly powerless to resist, unable to even move.

Wen Yuan was shocked and attacked the gray-clad man with his compass sword, shouting, "Stop!" The gray-clad
man did not move, but with a swing of his hand, he smashed Hao Yigang's body against his longsword. Wen Yuan tried to dodge with his sword, but it was too late;
the longsword had already been broken. Hao Yigang's body flew out diagonally and crashed to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

The man in gray reached out and grabbed at young Murong's shoulder. Murong cried out in
terror, "Ah!" Suddenly, a man leaped into the inn, shouting, "Hey, you surnamed Huang, look here!"
His body followed immediately, unleashing a flying kick. The man in gray snorted, leaped up, grabbed
a roof beam, and used it for leverage, launching himself out of the inn. Wen Yuan saw it clearly and cried out, "It's
Brother Ren!"

The man was Ren Jianqing. His kick missed, but he spun rapidly on his other leg, forcefully turning his body
back . He then used the momentum of his kick to propel himself forward like an arrow, chasing after the man in gray, leaving Wen Yuan no time to respond. The two
moved with lightning speed, passing each other in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone stunned.

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Why is Brother Ren chasing that man? This man's martial arts are exceptionally high. I wonder if Brother Ren will encounter any
danger ?" He disregarded the fact that he only had half a broken sword left in his hand and immediately gave chase. Just then, he saw Ren Jianqing's back
disappear around a street corner. He gathered his inner energy and rushed over.

The gray-clad man was in front, with Ren Jianqing in hot pursuit. Wen Yuan ran swiftly for several miles, but the distance between them seemed to grow ever
greater. He was astonished: "Brother Ren's lightness skill is so superb! I'm chasing him with all my might, but I can't keep up.
What should I do ?" He called out, "Brother Ren! Brother Ren!" This call slightly depleted his inner energy, slowing his pace.
Clearly, Ren Jianqing couldn't answer and disappeared into the distance with the gray-clad man. Seeing that

he could no longer catch up, Wen Yuan had no choice but to stop. He secretly regulated his breathing, thinking to himself, "Although I knew Brother Ren's
internal strength was superb, I didn't expect it to be at such a high level. It seems that even my senior brother might not be able to defeat him. That man
in gray is also a first-rate master. The world is so vast, and there are so many people. How can I, a mere junior, possibly fathom it? Even that little Murong
, though a woman, is no ordinary person. She seems to be even more powerful than my junior sister. Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan, never
underestimate the people of this world. You must know that there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding." "Heavens."

He encouraged himself for a while, but then felt quite tired. First, he fought against Little Murong, and then he ran wildly
for a while , which had exhausted his strength. So he walked slowly back to the inn, thinking: "I wonder how Hao Yigang
is doing? That gray-clothed man's skill is profound. Killing him would be extremely easy, but he might not be so good against Brother Ren."

When he returned to the inn, the Iron Cloud Escort Agency and Little Murong were no longer there. The inn was in a mess, and the waiter
was cleaning up. When he saw Wen Yuan return, he was startled. Wen Yuan bowed and said, "Excuse me, waiter,
where did those镖局 (escort agency) bosses go?" The waiter, fearing another fight,
calmed down when he saw Wen Yuan's polite manner and replied, "They... they took that fierce-looking girl and left, saying they
needed to find another place to stay."

Wen Yuan thanked him and left the inn, thinking, "After all this commotion, there must be rooms available,
but I'd better find somewhere else. Even though someone died, it's still troublesome if the authorities come looking for me
." He strolled around, leaving the town and arriving at a grove of trees. A gentle evening breeze made the summer night quite
refreshing.

He stretched and loosened his muscles, thinking, "If I can't stay at the inn, I'll stay in the wilderness, what's wrong with that
?" He looked around, found an old pavilion, sat down, meditated for a while, and then lay down to sleep.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a scream suddenly echoed through the quiet forest, seemingly from a woman.

Startled, Wen Yuan rose and left the pavilion, listening intently. The scream came from the southeast. He thought, "Could it be
some villain committing a heinous act?" With this thought, he quickly followed the sound. Not far away, he heard voices coming from the woods. Looking closer
, he saw it was the Iron Cloud Escort Agency's caravan. Wen Yuan was greatly surprised, thinking, "There are no women in the caravan."

Just then, another scream came from behind the caravan. This time, Wen Yuan immediately recognized the voice as that of
Xiao Murong . Startled, Wen Yuan went around to the other side of the woods to investigate. What he saw almost made his heart leap
out of his chest.

Hao Yigang lay motionless to the side, but his wounds had been treated, and he seemed to be alive. Xiao Murong's hands were
tied behind her back to a tree, her clothes torn open, revealing her small breasts in the hands of the escort Yang.
Two escorts spread her legs, and one of them reached out and pulled off her silk skirt, revealing a pair of moon-white
trousers . Little Murong struggled desperately, her face filled with fear and shame, tears streaming down her face.

Yang, the bodyguard, said hatefully, "You little vixen, you little slut, you killed so many of our brothers,
what? You think you're so tough now? Huh?" He pinched her hard, deforming her small, tender breasts.
Little Murong couldn't bear it and cried out in pain.

Yang tore off Little Murong's lower garments and sneered, "Little vixen, we brothers will each take turns,
one by one, to get justice from you. I, Yang, will be second to last, and the head bodyguard will be last,
after he recovers. Our Iron Cloud Escort Agency is doing this to rid the martial world of a scourge, so we'll defile you twenty-one times before
sending you to our brothers in the underworld. Brother Zheng, you go first!"

Holding Little Murong's right leg, Zheng, the bodyguard, straddled her, cursing, "You brat!" He slapped
Little Murong , unbuckled his belt, revealing a thick, large thing. Little Murong was terrified, her face pale.
With her acupoints sealed, she was utterly powerless to resist. The object was already being thrust between her legs. She cried out in agony, "No
! You...no!"

Wen Yuan was horrified, a surge of anger rising within him: "This girl may be ruthless, but there's no need to treat her
like this . To be humiliated by these people is worse than death! This is outrageous!" Seeing that the bodyguard Zheng was about to
commit violence, he didn't hesitate. He leaped forward, his palm striking Zheng squarely in the chest, sending him flying several feet . Then,
with a swift movement of his broken sword, he severed the ropes.

The bodyguards were shocked, even more astonished to see that the newcomer was Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan roared, "You
esteemed heroes of the martial world, how dare you bully a defenseless girl! Don't you know the meaning of shame?"

The bodyguard Yang stepped forward and shouted, "Young Master Wen, please step aside! We
must !" Wen Yuan, still seething with rage, retorted, "This is revenge? What kind of revenge is this? Confucius said, 'With...'"
"Repay kindness with kindness, not repay evil with evil." Zheng, the bodyguard, finished putting on his trousers and shouted, "No way
! I'll kill this brat today!"

Wen Yuan sneered, "So, this is the kind of character the bodyguards from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency have. Are you seeking
revenge , or do you have other motives? It's a pity that Chief Bodyguard Hao is injured and unconscious, otherwise I'd like to ask him!" Saying
this, he pulled Xiao Murong aside and called out, "This girl is not for you to deal with. Farewell!" With that, he used his
light and disappeared like a gust of wind, only to hear shouts behind him. He was furious at the bodyguards' brutality and wanted to say "
Until we meet again," but then stopped himself.

He led little Murong swiftly through the forest, finding a dilapidated temple. Entering, he had little Murong lean against
the wall asked, "Miss Murong, are you alright?" Little Murong was pale, head bowed, silent for a long while before finally cursing
, "Not good!"

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Alas, it's all my fault for sealing her acupoints, causing her to suffer such bullying and be powerless to fight back." He
felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't considered that he had just fought her, nearly losing his life and hand;
if he hadn't sealed her acupoints, who knows how much more danger might have befallen her. Feeling deeply
ashamed Yuan immediately said

, "Miss Murong, I'm so sorry." A blush suddenly appeared on Little Murong's face, and she cried out, "Don't look!" Wen Yuan was startled, only then realizing her
clothes were disheveled. He was at a loss for what to do, exclaiming, "Oh dear!" He quickly turned away,
saying, "Miss, please put your clothes back on." Little Murong said, "I can't move." Wen Yuan said, "Ah, I forgot." He
immediately turned back and released her pressure points.

Little Murong was startled and cried out in surprise, "Turn around!" Wen Yuan hurriedly
said, He turned away. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Oh no!" Before he could even process this thought, he felt
three fingers strike his back, his internal energy stagnate, and Little Murong had struck three vital pressure points, causing him to fall forward. Little Murong hurriedly
dressed , turned Wen Yuan over, her face still showing embarrassment, but she quickly composed herself and laughed, "Hey, how do you feel
?"

Wen Yuan was filled with regret and sighed, "Alas, a moment of kindness has brought me great harm." Little Murong
said , "Who asked you to release my pressure points? How could a fool like you turn his head away?" Wen Yuan said
, "If you wanted to get dressed, I would naturally release your pressure points. I was caught off guard and ambushed." Little Murong
said, "Just so I could get dressed?" Wen Yuan sighed, "Otherwise what?"

Little Murong said, "I was so lucky that you didn't come and take off my clothes, I thought..." " I didn't expect
you to actually release my pressure points. At most, you just need to help me put my clothes back on, right?" Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan
said, "Although you are ruthless, your body is pure and innocent. How can I, a man,
touch you like that?"

Little Murong was both amused and exasperated, and said, "Well, so you are a gentleman, even more
virtuous . You're quite remarkable." As she spoke, she held a palm over his face and shouted, "With one slap, I will
send you to your death."

Wen Yuan saw her palm right in front of him, her skin like solidified cream, or like a piece of white jade, her five fingers delicate.
His heart stirred, and he was speechless for a moment, forgetting that he was in danger. Little Murong asked, "Why aren't you saying anything
?" Wen Yuan exclaimed "Ah!" and quickly closed his eyes, saying, "It's nothing, please don't slap
me , I'm really not worthy of it."

Little Murong felt ashamed seeing his expression, but then thought, "Considering he saved my life,
I won't kill him today, but I'll teach him a lesson." She laughed and said, "Alright, I won't kill you for now, I
'll just give you a little punishment, punishing you for letting those bastards see my body. Humph, I'll wipe them all out
." Wen Yuan said, "That's too..." "That's cruel. Sigh, why fight like this?"

Little Murong's face showed a mischievous look, and she laughed: "What right do you have to tell me what to do? Hey, when you can't take it anymore,
you'd better call me, otherwise it's none of my business if you die." Wen Yuan frowned and said: "Miss Murong,
how can you, a young lady, keep talking about killing and dying? Is it really okay to not care about human life?" Suddenly, he felt his waist loosen, and
his belt was untied by Little Murong. He heard her laugh: "It's not me who's dying, it's not me who's being killed,
so of course I don't care." As she spoke, she slowly pulled down his pants. Wen Yuan exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Little Murong laughed, " I'll treat you the same way

those scoundrels from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency treated me, just with slightly different methods, but the principle is the same." Wen Yuan cried out, "What? Miss Murong, this... you can't do this." Little Murong chuckled, "I've never done anything I can't do." Looking down, she blushed and whispered, "Hmm, it looks like this." Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, unsure what to say, his mind a complete blank. He then saw Little Murong gently grasping Wen Yuan's penis, raising her head and saying, "I heard that if a lot of things , it's very harmful to the body, is that true?" As she spoke, her eyes darted around, revealing a malicious smile. When Wen Yuan joke like that. This... isn't good for your reputation." Little Murong laughed, "It's not my body, what's wrong with it? Don't try to deny it. Do you think I'm too young to know these things?" However, she was indeed clueless about matters between men and women. Looking at her hands , she felt her face flush and her heart pound, not knowing why. She thought to herself, "That's what my brother said, it shouldn't be wrong. What will come out? Will I lose blood? I can't let him die." As he pondered, his fingers gently caressed him, but Wen Yuan was unable to move. All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his lower body, which was being held by a pretty young girl . He couldn't help but cry out inwardly, "Don't do anything improper, don't do anything improper! I can't move an inch now. If Miss Murong continues like this, it's all too chaotic. What's the point of reading the classics? I must endure this ; I can't harm Miss Murong." He then loudly recited, "The Great Learning teaches us to manifest our bright virtue, to love the people, and to attain the highest good..." To avoid thinking about the beautiful sights he was experiencing, he focused on being recited passages from the Great Learning. Little Murong asked curiously, "What are you saying?" Wen Yuan ignored her, his mouth continuing uninterrupted, but his lower body was gradually hardening . He inwardly groaned, thinking, "The Four Books are useless; I must choose another." He then began reciting the "Book of Rites ," but it was to no avail. Little Murong gently pinched the tip of the jade stem, seeing it become both red and thick, and felt inexplicably shy. She said, "Hey, isn't it coming out?" She pinched it again. Wen Yuan trembled, his blood rushing, and cried out, "No, no, let's try another one." Little Murong's cheeks flushed red, and she said, "You're so talkative..."

"What are you talking about? Can you shut your mouth?" Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she exclaimed with delight, "Ah,
I !" She lowered her head and smiled, "Don't worry, I only kill people, I don't eat them." As she spoke,
she slightly opened her cherry lips and gently took the tip into her mouth.

Wen Yuan was reciting the "First Memorial on the Expedition" when he suddenly felt a tremor in his body. He couldn't control himself and sighed, "So be it
, so be it, 'The expedition was not yet successful when he died, leaving heroes to weep with sorrow.' This is beyond saving..." Although he
said this, he quickly thought, "Wen Tianxiang was in prison but he did not break his spirit. How can I
give up ?" Thinking of this, he started reciting the "Ode to Righteousness" again. Little Murong was confused and ignored him.
She made a "hmm" sound and took half of the jade stem into her mouth. She felt a little stuffy and let out a soft moan.

Ten Scenes of Silk ( Eight )

=== ... The bite was barely forceful, but at that moment, his penis was already taut and ready to spring. Little Murong's sudden touch sent a jolt through Wen Yuan, his lower body burning like embers. He didn't know if it was pain or not; his mind went blank, as if he were flying through the air. He cried out. Hearing his cry, Little Murong opened her mouth and released his penis, smiling sweetly. "How about it? Still spouting nonsense about heaven and earth? Is this thing a 'pillar of heaven'? So 'magnificent' and 'powerful,' can it 'pierce the sun and moon'?" Wen Yuan was both amused and exasperated. "Prime Minister Wen's 'Ode to Righteousness' is so dignified and unyielding. How could you spout such nonsense?" Little Murong flicked his genitals lightly with her index finger, giggling, "I don't care." With that, she parted her lips and began to suckle again. Wen Yuan had long felt his lower body burning with desire. After being kissed and kissed by Xiao Murong's warm lips and tongue, his excitement reached its peak , though he struggled to suppress it. Suddenly, he felt her breath, a warm breath that seemed to penetrate his penis. Xiao Murong , seeing a man's penis for the first time, was completely clueless. With Wen Yuan's breath filling her throat, she didn't know what to do , feeling slightly uncomfortable, and unconsciously exhaled. This breath, for Wen Yuan, felt as if it had passed through his entire body from below . His heart pounded wildly, and he could no longer hold back. His lower body flared like a thunderbolt, a surge of semen erupting. Xiao Murong suddenly felt a hot stream shoot into her throat, like a river bursting its banks, instantly filling her mouth. Startled , she panicked and spat out his penis with a soft "ooh." But Wen Yuan, having held back for so long, didn't stop there; the force of the spurt flowed out, soaking Xiao Murong's hands that she was holding. Caught off guard, Xiao Murong jumped back, her heart pounding with panic. She felt her face burning, and saw the whitish and a sticky feeling in her mouth. In her shock, she had swallowed most of what Wen Yuan had ejaculated. She pressed her hand to her throat, her clear, watery eyes blinking a few times, seemingly bewildered. Wen Yuan, suddenly relieved of the stimulation, exhaled, his body relaxing, instantly feeling incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, he was startled and cried out, "Ah!" Xiao Murong, still dazed, was startled and asked, "What ?" Wen Yuan gritted his teeth, as if trying to sigh, but unable to. Xiao Murong was stunned for a moment. Seeing Wen Yuan's lower body gradually soften, she laughed and said, "Hey, can't take it anymore? " Wen Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, are you satisfied now?" Xiao Murong had long lost all her anger. Her mind was just a mess. She thought to herself, " What was that thing just now? He looked like he had no strength left. It seems it really hurts the body." Wen Yuan saw her eyes darting around and secretly cried out, "Oh no, it seems she hasn't finished with me yet . This is really bad." Sure enough, Xiao Murong bent down with a grin and said, "Hey, with your martial arts skills, it's just once . It's nothing, right? There are still twenty-one scoundrels alive in the Iron Cloud Escort Agency. If you lose this one time, you'll have to do it twenty more times." As she spoke, she grasped the slowly recovering penis. Wen Yuan was startled and exclaimed, "Miss Murong, this is no joke! It could really kill someone !" Little Murong giggled, "At most, it'll be your life that's lost, not mine, right?" Her jade-like hands began to knead, and soon Wen Yuan's blood seemed to flow downwards again, and he inwardly cried out, "Alas, this little Murong is truly a demon of the martial world, she's really going to kill someone!" Although Little Murong seemed vaguely shy, she didn't understand why, and found it quite amusing. Her fingers and lips moved, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, no less than ten times. Little Murong became more skilled, changing the hardness and softness even faster, but she herself was also tired, and only then did she stop. Wen Yuan was helpless. This ordeal had left him feeling empty, exhausted, and speechless. Little Murong sat resting beside Wen Yuan. Seeing his pale face and listless state, she felt a surge of pride . She ruffled his hair and laughed, "Well, I didn't kill you, did I?" Wen Yuan closed his eyes , ignoring her, thinking, "Every word I say is a waste of energy. What if I really died?" Whether it was truly the twenty-first round or not, Little Murong, having been captured in the sword fight, had already exhausted much of her energy. After teasing Wen Yuan for a while, she felt sleepy and leaned against a corner of the temple, falling into a deep sleep. The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, and Little Murong woke up to find Wen Yuan lying on the ground, fast asleep. She hadn't put any pants on Wen Yuan, and the sunlight was shining on him, making it clear. Little Murong suddenly felt quite embarrassed, thinking, "He's already suffered enough; I don't want him to really die." Thinking of the lot of white , which she still didn't know what it was, she felt a pang of shame and thought, "Never mind him. Anyway, I didn't kill him, so I'll show him mercy and leave him here." She then ran towards the temple gate. Reaching the door, she hesitated, then turned back, pulled up Wen Yuan's trousers, and gazed at his handsome face, thinking, "You're really good-looking, just like my elder brother. I'm only sparing your life because of that. Yes, that's it, nothing else." She got up to leave, but looked back, still undecided. She leaned over him, gently kissed Wen Yuan's cheek, and thought, "My elder brother said, 'Avenge wrongs are always necessary, but kindness doesn't always have to be repaid.' This kiss is my way of thanking you; you have no reason to blame me for doing this to you."

Thinking of this, Little Murong jumped up, smiled at Wen Yuan, and ran out of the temple like a whirlwind.

Little Murong ran out of the woods, thinking, "Those damned guys from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency, they deserve to be wiped out!
Besides, I haven't even robbed that shipment of silver yet, my brother will definitely scold me to death." She immediately went to the market,
intending to buy a sword before going to find the Iron Cloud Escort Agency's team.

Not long after, she found a blacksmith's shop. Just as she was about to speak to the blacksmith, she suddenly saw a girl standing in the shop
, a girl about her age, dressed in a blue cloth shirt, with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, a very
pretty , and a lively spirit shining in her eyes. She heard the girl urge, "Is it finished yet?"

The blacksmith hammered and hammered for a while, then handed a whip to the girl, saying, "It's done. This whip
is very delicate, it was quite difficult to mend." The soft whip was covered with countless small, round metal particles, whether silver or
iron, gleaming brightly, like a silver whip. Little Murong thought to himself, "This woman knows martial arts too. With
all these things added to the whip, it's much heavier." He casually picked up a short sword, paid for it, and tied it to his waist.

The girl put the silver whip into her sleeve, glanced at Little Murong, and then turned to leave the blacksmith's shop. Little Murong
didn't mind and also went out the door to find the Iron Cloud Escort Agency. Just as he stepped out of the blacksmith's shop, he suddenly heard someone call out, "
Wait!"

Little Murong turned around and saw a man in dirty clothes standing to the side, whom he did not recognize.
He asked, "What do you want?" The man replied, "Where has my brother Wen gone?" Little Murong was startled, then suddenly remembered and
exclaimed, "Ah, you're the man from yesterday!"

This man was Ren Jianqing. Last night, he had been chasing a major enemy and had rushed to the inn. Although
he heard Wen Yuan calling him, he had no time to respond and had gone straight out to chase after him. In the end, he was blocked by the enemy's reinforcements
and was almost captured. After escaping, he wanted to discuss something with Wen Yuan, but the innkeeper replied that he had not checked in.

Ren Jianqing searched around and encountered a caravan from the Tieyun Escort Agency. Through questioning and coaxing, he learned that Wen Yuan had rescued
Little Murong . He thought to himself, "Brother Wen doesn't have much experience in the martial world. He might not lose in martial arts with this little devil
, but he's definitely no match for his cunning." He searched back and forth but couldn't find him. Unexpectedly, he
found .

When Ren Jianqing heard her recognize him, he laughed and said, "Good, you really are Little Murong. I've seen you clearly
. Hey, little girl, where's Brother Wen? It's Brother Wen Yuan,
don't get it wrong."

The girl was about to walk away when she suddenly turned around, her face showing surprise and delight. She ran over and said,
" Uncle, do you know Wen Yuan?" Ren Jianqing said, "Of course."

Little Murong pouted and said, "How would I know him? You know him, but I don't,
and I don't know you either. I don't have time to waste with you." With that, she turned to leave. Ren Jianqing swayed and blocked her way
, saying, "Alright, you might not know his name. He's the young
man next to you in the inn last night, the one with the broken sword, who chased after you." Xiao Murong laughed, "Since he chased after you,
what does that have to do with me?" Ren Jianqing said, "Oh, where do you think you're going to blame yourself? He rescued
you from a group of people, do you think I don't know that?" He then laughed loudly and said to the girl, "And who are you?
What do you want with my brother Wen?"

The girl didn't know the whole story and couldn't understand what they were saying. When Ren Jianqing asked, she laughed and said,
"He's my senior brother, what's wrong with me looking for him?"

Upon hearing this, both Ren Jianqing and Xiao Murong exclaimed "Eh!"

Ten Scenes Satin (Nine)

=== ...
She and Wen Yuan were about the same age and had played
together since childhood, getting along very well. At first, she didn't feel much
pain from parting with her two senior brothers, but as time went on, she couldn't help but miss them.

Hua Xuan had deeply inherited the essence of her father's martial arts, and her skills differed considerably from her two senior brothers, forming a unique style. She
traveled the martial world alone, and although some unscrupulous individuals tried to harass her, she dealt with them all. However, while
ordinary scoundrels were easy to handle, encountering a true master of unorthodox martial arts was a different story. Thinking of this, she wanted even more to find
her senior brothers for support. At this moment, hearing Ren Jianqing mention Wen Yuan, she was overjoyed and immediately went forward
to inquire .

Hearing Ren Jianqing mention Wen Yuan rescuing her, Xiao Murong was curious and asked, "Hey, how do you
know about this?" Ren Jianqing laughed, "I kicked those bastards from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency a few times, and they
spilled everything. Little girl, you'd better be honest." Xiao Murong raised an eyebrow and said, "Alright
, but you have to tell me where those bastards from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency are. We'll make a deal."

Ren Jianqing said, "Okay, tell me, and I'll definitely tell you." Xiao Murong smiled sweetly and said:
"I said, Luo, he's in a dilapidated temple in a grove of trees." Ren Jianqing nodded and said, "The boys from the Iron Cloud
Escort Agency were just walking on a bluestone path." Little Murong frowned and asked, "How many bluestone paths are there here
? Which one?" Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "Little girl, there are quite a few groves around here, aren't there?"

Little Murong chuckled and said, "That's true. Let me be clearer. It's over there. Look, that
area is it." She pointed east. Ren Jianqing turned his head and looked in the direction she was pointing, and sure enough, he saw a patch of green trees
. Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind and was startled. He thought to himself, "This little girl is ruthless." He dodged the attack and
turned to see that Little Murong had missed her target and had already fled.

Hua Xuan was listening to their conversation when he was surprised by Little Murong's sudden attack. He immediately ran after her, thinking, "I wonder if what this
girl said is true or false? I can't let her get away. I have to chase after her first." Without further hesitation, he
lightly stepped forward and gave chase.

Ren Jianqing didn't chase after Xiao Murong, thinking, "This little girl is very clever; no matter how much I ask, she might not
tell the truth. Time is of the essence now, so I'll go look for
her first, and if it doesn't work out, I'll deal with it later. That girl claims to be Brother Wen's junior sister; judging from her agile movements, she won't be taken advantage of by that little devil. I'll leave her for now." He leaped into the forest
, ignoring Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong.

His lightness skill was superb, and he darted back and forth through the woods, actually finding the dilapidated temple where Wen Yuan was.
Upon entering, he saw Wen Yuan lying on the ground and was startled. He rushed forward to check on him, calling out, "Brother Wen
!" He thought, "That little devil didn't trick me; Brother Wen is really here." In fact,
the forest Xiao Murong pointed to was not here at all; it was quite far away. Ren Jianqing, using his lightness skill, had crossed to the other side of the forest and
hadn't noticed for a moment.

Wen Yuan had already woken up, but his acupoints were still sealed, preventing him from moving
. Seeing Ren Jianqing arrive, he was overjoyed and said, "Brother Ren, hello! How is that gray-clad man?" Ren Jianqing was taken aback, then laughed, "Never mind him for now.
What happened to you? Lying here sleeping soundly?" Wen Yuan said, "No, my acupoints were sealed."
Ren Jianqing patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Get up!"

Wen Yuan felt an unstoppable surge of true energy penetrate his body from his shoulder, flowing throughout his body, and his acupoints were instantly sealed. He sat up,
filled with admiration, thinking, "Brother Ren's internal strength is truly remarkable. Without needing to press or
release acupoints , a single tap has completely soothed my meridians. I am far inferior."

Ren Jianqing asked, "Brother Wen, who struck your acupoints? How come you're here alone?" He
glanced at Wen's lower body and then laughed, "Also, your belt is loose, your clothes are disheveled—what have you been up to?
And why did that little Murong leave you here alone?" Wen Yuan then realized ... He quickly fastened his belt, stood
up, and was about to speak when he suddenly stumbled, feeling weak and unsteady, almost falling. He thought to himself, "How many times has
this little devil tormented me? If it's really twenty-one times, I'm afraid I won't even be able to stand up.

" Ren Jianqing, seeing his unsteady gait, became even more puzzled and repeatedly pressed him for answers. Wen Yuan
began recounting his sword sparring with Little Murong last night, but when he reached the point of rescuing Little Murong, he suddenly stopped, saying, "Brother Ren, this matter is not good for
Miss Murong 's reputation..." "Alright, I can't say more." Ren Jianqing laughed heartily, "I know even if you don't tell me.
Hao Yi just collapsed, and his cronies started causing trouble." He
recounted the information he had gathered from the other bodyguards. Wen Yuan listened, patted his head, and said, "Brother Ren, you're really capable, finding out everything
so clearly ."

Ren Jianqing said, "It's nothing much. What happened next?" Wen Yuan recounted how he had been manipulated by Little Murong the previous night
, but dared not elaborate on how she had done it. The more Ren Jianqing listened, the more astonished he became. Recalling
Wen Yuan , he couldn't help but burst into laughter, clapping his hands and stamping his feet, as if he had heard something unprecedented in the world.

Wen Yuan looked embarrassed and said, "Brother Ren, this matter is really not honorable, it can't be spread."
Ren Jianqing's laughter hadn't stopped, and he said, "Ah...of course not, Brother Wen, this...haha, although it can't be
called a good thing, it's really a stroke of good fortune, but it's a bit too taxing on my true energy, cough...ah haha, uh,
it's alright , it's fine, you're still young, your body can handle it."

Wen Yuan waited until Ren Jianqing had finished laughing before asking, "Brother Ren, who was that gray-clad man last night? Was it Da
Murong?" Ren Jianqing shook his head and said, "No! He's much more powerful than Da Murong. No, perhaps about the
same. His name is Huang Zhonggui, Zhong as in 'human,' and Gui as in 'demon, ghost,' 'ghost.'" Wen Yuan thought to himself, "How can someone use
the word 'ghost' in their name?"

Ren Jianqing clapped his hands and said, "This guy's kung fu is..." He was ruthless and cunning; few in the martial arts world
could rival him. "That Huang Zhonggui, you could call him a demon from hell," Wen Yuan thought, "I kicked him
three times and struck him with a palm, and he withstood it all. But when he struck me with a palm, I couldn't withstand it and nearly
died ." Wen Yuan, puzzled, asked, "Brother Ren, do you have a grudge against this man?"

Ren Jianqing replied, "Not necessarily. He's my senior brother's top fighter, ordered to kill me
, so I had no choice but to kill him." Wen Yuan was startled and said, "So there's been trouble within Brother Ren's sect."

Ren Jianqing said, "Over the past twenty years, I've gotten used to it. Never mind that, Brother Wen, I
've come to you today because I have something to give you." Wen Yuan asked, "What is it?"

Ren Jianqing untied a bundle from his back and took out a seven-stringed zither. The zither was made of hard, smooth wood, and its seven strings
emitted a strange light. Although it resembled an ordinary zither, it seemed to be something extraordinary. Ren Jianqing said, "This zither
is called the 'Seven-Stringed Zither of Civil and Military Affairs,' the same name as the zither that Yu Boya and Xie Zhongziqi smashed. But it's definitely not that zither
, since that one was broken. Brother Wen, why don't you try playing it?"

Wen Yuan took the zither and tried to pluck a string, but it was difficult to pluck and no sound came out. He felt a little strange, so he used his
internal energy and was able to pluck it and produce a sound. However, playing like this greatly consumed his internal energy. Every time the string vibrated, the internal energy was rebounded
, and his fingering was immediately hindered. After playing only a few notes, his fingers felt sore and numb.

Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "Brother Wen, just use all your internal energy. Don't be afraid of breaking the string, just play as much as you can!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Since that's the case, then I'll give it a try." He immediately activated his true energy and played
a piece called "Youlan" with a clear and resonant sound. He felt waves of energy returning to the strings, one after another. Every time Wen Yuan added a finger, a
rebound was transmitted, but the sound of the zither was no different from that of an ordinary zither. After the piece was finished, Wen Yuan felt his meridians
surging . His ten fingers were no longer sore and numb, but instead incredibly comfortable. He was both surprised and delighted, saying, "Brother Ren, this zither is actually
a wonderful method for cultivating internal energy."

Ren Jianqing said, "That's right. To play this zither, one's internal energy must have a foundation. By channeling energy into the music, the seven
strings stimulate the internal energy back, resonating with the player and creating a dynamic interplay of strength and weakness with the melody. Playing a piece is like cultivating
internal energy once. The strings of this 'Civil and Martial Seven-String Zither' cannot be broken. I've played countless pieces, and each
zither remains intact. Otherwise, where would I, Ren Jianqing, have bought a bunch of zithers without a few copper coins on
me, playing them one by one until they fall apart?" He then laughed heartily and said, "Brother Wen, this zither has been with me for twenty years. It's time
for a new owner. I'm giving it to you today. I destroyed your zither yesterday, so I didn't give this one to you." "Take it with you, it should
n't be too late to compensate me today, right?"

Wen Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Ren, I can't accept such a precious item..." Before he could finish
, Ren Jianqing waved his hand and said, "If you don't accept it, I don't know who else is qualified to accept it. I'm about to face a great battle, and carrying this zither
, I'm constantly worried that if I accidentally drop it, I'll be slashed or struck. This seven-stringed zither can't withstand that, it will
definitely be destroyed. Giving it to you will actually do me a great favor, otherwise I might as well follow Yu Boya and smash this zither
to pieces."

Wen Yuan was moved by his sincerity and knew he couldn't refuse, so he smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll accept it. I will definitely practice my zither skills diligently
in the future present Brother Ren with another piece." Ren Jianqing laughed and said, "That's wonderful! I'll give you a zither and receive a piece in return
, this is a win-win situation, even Lü Buwei wouldn't have done that." The two laughed heartily at each other.

Little Murong got rid of Ren Jianqing, and before he could even feel smug, Hua Xuan had already caught up. Little Murong quickened her pace
, but Hua Xuan continued to chase her at a comfortable distance. Reaching the outskirts of the countryside, Little Murong suddenly stopped, turned around, and called out, "Hey
, why are you chasing me?"

Hua Xuan also stopped and said, "You still haven't told me where my Senior Brother Wen is." Little Murong
laughed, "He's your senior brother, why are you asking me?" Hua Xuan became impatient and said, "Since you've seen him,
of course I'm asking you."

Seeing her anxious expression, Xiao Murong's mind raced. Intending to tease
her , he
said with a smile, "That person didn't chase after us earlier, so he must know how to find us. Why don't you go find him, sister?" Hua Xuan was a little annoyed and said, "Girl, why don't you just explain it clearly?" Xiao Murong laughed, "Oh dear
, that wouldn't be fun."

The two girls were locked in a stalemate when they suddenly heard the sound of hooves. Turning their heads, they saw a group of about thirty people
approaching . Three riders were far ahead, one in the middle, and the rest following behind.

The three riders in the lead were all riding large chestnut horses. The one on the left was a dark-faced man with short hair and light clothing, quite fierce; the one
in the middle was an old man with white hair, small eyes, and a very serious square face; the man on the right
wore an iron mask with three slits and two small holes—his eyes, mouth, and nostrils—and a cascade
of long hair his back, making him look extremely strange.

Just as the three riders galloped past the two women, a whistle suddenly sounded from behind. The three riders turned back and
split into three groups, subtly surrounding Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan.

Hua Xuan was startled, not knowing what was going on, and asked, "What are you doing?" Xiao Murong glanced over and knew that
the newcomers were up to no good. She muttered to herself, "I should have known better than to chat with her
. I've run into these annoying guys for no reason." She didn't recognize any of the three men. Except for the one wearing the iron mask, whose expression she couldn't see, the other two
had a hint of ill intent in their eyes.

The rider behind them arrived, riding a magnificent white horse with gleaming blue hooves
. The man laughed and said, "Oh, are you two young ladies also here to visit West Lake? It's fate that we meet here.
Why not enjoy the company together?"

The man was only in his early twenties, dressed in fine clothes and a dashing appearance. His eyes were unusually bright, as if they
held a hidden glint of oil. He looked the two women up and down and smiled directly at them. Hua Xuan frowned slightly, thinking, "Who is this guy? He's not bad-
looking , but those shifty eyes of his are so annoying." Little Murong, seeing his smug expression
, cursed inwardly, thinking, "You spoiled brat, daring to approach me! If my brother were here,
he'd send you on your way with a single sword stroke."

The young man, seeing the two girls ignoring him, was overjoyed, thinking, "Good, they're both
top-tier. The fun will be endless, the most exciting thing ever." He believed he had seen countless beauties; as soon as his
eyes met a woman's, he could tell her charm. When the girls saw his gaze, some were alluring, some
glared angrily, some were shy and timid, and some ignored him completely. In that instant, he knew their intentions—whether they were virtuous or wanton.
Seeing the two stunningly beautiful women before him completely ignoring him, he felt an irresistible urge and a wicked thought arose within him
. He dismounted, approached Hua Xuan, and said with a smile, "Has the young lady tacitly agreed?" Hua Xuan panicked upon seeing him approach,
unsure how to react. She quickly turned to Xiao Murong and said, "Tell me quickly where Senior Brother Wen is! These
people are acting strangely; I'm leaving."

Xiao Murong glanced around, thinking, "These three must know martial arts; I wonder how
skilled they are. You want to leave? Do you think I don't? Wait until these three... " " That stinking thing wasn't paying attention and just chopped off this greasy-haired guy's
head." She was clueless about matters of love between men and women, but killing was a trivial matter
. Looking at the handsome man before her, whose expression was repulsive, she couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill towards Hua Xuan, who was also a woman
. She smiled and said, "Alright, but there are so many people here, it's annoying. Sister, let's go talk over there
, don't let them hear." Hua Xuan was delighted and smiled, "Okay, let's go over there." She and
Xiao Murong walked side by side to the side.

The dark-faced man blocked their path, laughing, "Our young master invited two ladies, why won't you do
him the honor?" With that, he waved his right hand, and a gust of wind followed. Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan simultaneously raised their sleeves to meet it.
The two gusts of wind combined into one force, and the dark-faced man's palm wind was pushed back, his chest tightened, and he took a step back.

The dark-faced man was furious. He had originally intended to push the two women back with a palm strike, startling them. However, the two
women each possessed unique skills and counterattacked simultaneously. He hadn't used much of his true strength and was instead forced back, suffering a hidden loss. Hua Xuan
merely parried the attack casually, but Xiao Murong was determined to kill. With a flick of her sleeve, she channeled her true energy, making it extremely fierce.
Unexpectedly, the man's cultivation was not weak, and Xiao Murong's internal strength had not yet reached its peak, so her power did not travel far. She only inflicted
a third of the force on him, without causing internal injury. If she had been three feet closer, or if that sleeve strike had been from Ren Jianqing, the man
would have been seriously injured and vomited blood. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong happened to be fighting together, and a sense of camaraderie arose within them.
They exchanged a smile .

Seeing that the two women possessed martial arts skills and had even forced one of his strongest men to retreat, the young master was incredibly surprised
and laughed, "Mr. Shao is being too chivalrous. Teacher Ke, Mr. Yan, you three
should probably keep these two ladies here, otherwise, I'll lose face."

Hua Xuan glared at the young master and said, "What 'young master' or 'great master'?" The white-haired old man shouted angrily
, "How dare you be so rude! This is our Prince Jingwei's heir, a man of unparalleled honor. How dare you, a mere commoner, order him around?"

Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui, had a son and a daughter, namely his heir Zhao Pingbo and Princess Zhao Wanyan, who were
half- siblings. Zhao Pingbo considered himself a romantic, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, well-versed in poetry and prose, and had also learned
martial arts from Lu Daoren. He was known as a man of both literary and martial talents, and under the doting care of Prince Zhao, he did whatever he pleased.

This time, Zhao Pingbo was escorted to the capital by his palace guards, but he set off three months early, first heading to West Lake in Hangzhou
to meet a peerless beauty. However, he lost count of how many girls he encountered along the way. Upon arriving
at West Lake , he met two more exceptionally beautiful women at the same time. The joy he felt was indescribable,
even for someone as skilled in writing as the ancient sages.

Although Hua Xuan glared at him, he found her incredibly alluring, thinking, "When you're in my bed
, let's see how you glare at me! Ideally, you'd be panting, gritting your teeth, with a pitiful look in your eyes—that would be truly captivating
." A smile crept onto his lips at this thought.

Seeing the wicked glint in his smile, Xiao Murong cursed inwardly, "What do you care if you're a prince or a nobleman? Daring to
put on airs in front of me, I'll make sure you meet your end sooner or later."

Zhao Pingbo's three subordinates were all skilled fighters. The white-haired elder, Ke Yantai,
was extremely knowledgeable in various martial arts; the dark-faced man, Shao Fei, was highly accomplished in swordsmanship; and the iron-faced man, named Yan Tie, possessed unparalleled and unpredictable Western Region martial arts
. The three of them and Zhao Pingbo stood at four corners, forming a pincer movement.

Hua Xuan had also sensed the other party's malicious intentions and thought, "I haven't even met Senior Brother Wen yet, and there are already so many
annoying guys !" He rushed between Ke Yantai and Shao Fei, calling out, "Miss, this way!"

Xiao Murong thought, "Having a companion is always helpful against enemies." She initially intended to strike Zhao Pingbo first, but then...
Without a second thought, he leaped out like a feather, a sword light flashing up and down, clearing the way—it was the
"

Rainbow Feather Robe Sword." Shao Fei, eager to regain face, immediately drew his sword to counter, unleashing the twenty-eight moves of the "Astrological Sword Technique."
This sword technique subtly incorporated the principles of the twenty-eight constellations and the five elements' mutual generation and restraint. The green blade flashed, each move exquisite, and
although Xiao Murong's sword path was unpredictable and elusive, he couldn't penetrate it for the time being. Ke Yantai channeled his energy into his arm, striking Xiao Murong's
back
. Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, and a white light appeared before his eyes, like a silver dragon churning and white waves surging—its imposing aura was terrifying. Startled, he had no choice but to dodge the attack, withdrawing his palm to avoid it.

But the silver light swiftly returned, striking directly at his face, its movements agile and unpredictable. Ke Yantai was terrified
. He reached for his waist and unleashed two black and red swords, parrying the silver light with a sharp "thud." He felt a heat in his palm
, and the silver light vanished instantly. Looking closely, he saw that Hua Xuan's left hand held a brilliantly shining silver whip. These two fierce attacks were her
father's secret technique, the "Eight Directions Wind Rope."

The Eight Directions Wind Rope is named after an ancient book about eight winds. In addition to the eight main moves, it also includes countless variations, making it
an extremely fierce whip technique. Hua Xuan was using this skill for the first time. She first used the "Vast Desert Wind Style" from the north, followed by the "
Peaceful Wind Style," appearing in quick succession to force the enemy back. She couldn't help but smile with delight, saying, "If you know
how powerful it is , then quickly get out of the way. I won't hurt you."

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