The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber (Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber Volume) Author: Top-Grade Stone

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Volume 1, The Essence of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

, Chapter 001: Traveling Through Time with a Beauty .

"008, 008, target is at southeast coordinates 43, latitude and longitude, in the Wol Tropical Rainforest. Please respond, oeyr! Please respond, oeyr!"
The sweet voice of the headquarters clerk came through the pager.
"This is 008, received, over!"
Although the voice was sweet, Zhang Chaoqun looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand with frustration. Damn it, he had been tracking for two days and hadn't even seen a shadow of the target. How could he be comfortable?
He said lazily, "But headquarters, I don't have an automatic positioning and tracking system, so I have no way of finding the target's exact location! This time it's really over!"
"I'm telling you, Zhang Chaoqun, if you lose the artifact, you'd better be prepared to come back and get whipped!"
The voice on the walkie-talkie suddenly changed. Although the voice was also a woman's voice and just as pleasant, Zhang Chaoqun felt a chill down his spine.
"Um... my dear wife, why is it your voice? Wasn't that pretty clerk calling just now? How could I trouble you?"
Zhang Chaoqun immediately changed his tone, instantly becoming energetic.
"Stop joking around and being so nonchalant! I'm your team leader and superior now, be serious!"
The voice on the walkie-talkie became extremely serious: "The minister is very angry about the loss of this cultural relic, and it has also alarmed the national leadership. You are a recipient of a special medal, so you must defend the honor of the medal. Therefore, you must recover the cultural relic even if it costs you your life!"
"Don't worry, sir, I guarantee I will complete the mission!"
Zhang Chaoqun was helpless, but even so, he had to force himself to be serious. The proudest and saddest thing in his life was marrying a strong woman as his wife, and she was also his superior! Gu Ningxi, the leader of the Ninth Special Agent Team!
It seemed that apart from completing the orders assigned by the country, everything else was irrelevant to her. She was so indifferent to everyone, especially to him, whom she was even stricter with!
A special medal symbolizes the most outstanding agents, and it was precisely because of this special honor that he was able to marry the daughter of the Minister of Defense and the leader of Special Agent Group Nine! However, because of this, he could no longer go out and pluck those delicate flowers! How tragic! What
's even more infuriating is that she never lets him touch her, leaving Zhang Chaoqun angry but unable to speak out. She won't let him touch her, yet she won't allow him to go out and find fun—what kind of logic is that? People say that marriage is the tomb of love, and it's true; marriage is an invisible shackle!
Zhang Chaoqun even sometimes wondered if she didn't care about him at all, and that she might have married him only because of her father's orders. Otherwise, why wouldn't she let him touch her?
Shaking his head to shake off these thoughts, Zhang Chaoqun was about to turn off the walkie-talkie when her faint voice came through. Zhang Chaoqun vaguely heard it say—"Be careful!"
Zhang Chaoqun doubted that he had misheard and wanted to confirm, but found that the other party had already ended the call. With a self-deprecating laugh, Zhang Chaoqun took out his personal satellite positioning system from his backpack and accurately located the direction of the Wol Tropical Rainforest. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards the rainforest at a speed even faster than during special forces training. It wasn't
until nightfall, when the bright moonlight bathed the earth, that Zhang Chaoqun reached his destination. Using the locator he had placed on the artifact, he finally located his target—the thief who had stolen the artifact!
Zhang Chaoqun dared not disturb the thief; after all, someone who could keep him on the run for three days and two nights was no ordinary person. Through the bushes, he could see that the thief seemed to be eating; there wasn't even a fire lit. Zhang Chaoqun thought to himself: "Indeed, very professional!"
He quietly unloaded his off-road backpack, took out a series of parts, and began assembling them with dazzling speed. If a professional were present, they would be astonished. Assembling a semi-automatic rifle at this speed would be impossible without a thorough understanding of the weapon's structure.
In less than half a minute, Zhang Chaoqun had already loaded his mechanical rifle. He intended to take down the thief with a single shot. At this distance of about 50 meters, if he didn't kill him (or her), Zhang Chaoqun would definitely not be able to retrieve the artifacts. He knew he couldn't match the thief's speed; even the world's number one assassin, "Cold Wind," couldn't match it. Just
as Zhang Chaoqun was about to raise his rifle, he felt something cold and hard pressed against his head. Instantly, cold sweat poured down his face. Based on his years of experience as a special agent, he knew that what was pressing against him was a small-caliber pistol, and a woman's pistol at that!
Sure enough, his suspicions were immediately confirmed. He heard the other person coldly say in English, "Drop your gun. Hands up!"
Zhang Chaoqun was slightly startled by the voice. A night breeze blew by, and the other person's voice, as melodious as a nightingale's song, along with the intoxicating, virginal fragrance carried on the wind, clearly indicated a woman, and a virgin at that! Zhang Chaoqun noticed that the thief who should have been eating and resting 50 meters away was gone. This meant the woman behind him, holding a gun and looking down, was the thief. A strange smile played on Zhang Chaoqun's lips
as he realized this. He couldn't figure out how the female thief had discovered him, but he still followed her instructions, dropping his semi-automatic sniper rifle to the ground and placing his hands above his head.
Unable to contain his curiosity, he asked, "Miss, I have a question I don't know if you can answer for me?"
"I have no reason to answer a dying man's question. You better behave yourself!"
The woman's voice left no room for negotiation.
"Uh, Miss, you said I'm a dying man, but I'm not dead yet!"
Zhang Chaoqun knew the woman was plotting to kill him, and hurriedly said, "Besides, don't let me die with my eyes open!"
The woman seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said in her incredibly magnetic voice, "Fine, you Chinese believe that if someone dies with their eyes open, they won't let go even as a ghost. To prevent you from becoming a vengeful spirit and haunting me, I'll give you one chance!"
Zhang Chaoqun chuckled, "Hmm, Miss is truly incredibly kind!"
"Don't call me Miss, I have a name, my name is Durex!"
The woman seemed dissatisfied with Zhang Chaoqun's address, and tightened the gun pressed against his forehead, which really startled Zhang Chaoqun.
He hurriedly said, "Miss, don't get excited, be careful the gun doesn't go off accidentally. I haven't asked my question yet. If I die with my eyes open, I really will come looking for you. I'll pester you every day, when you're sleeping, when you're in the bathroom, when you're taking a shower, and even when you and your husband are having sex! I'll be everywhere!"
"Stop...stop, I know, don't pester me, just ask already!"
Durex seemed very wary of these bizarre things, her voice trembling slightly, and the gun pressed against Zhang Chaoqun's forehead loosened slightly.
"Hehe, that's good, a harmonious society, it's all about mutual consent. Now that we've both compromised, I can't keep you in suspense any longer. So, I'll ask!"
Zhang Chaoqun suppressed a laugh and said, "But can I add another question? Is your name really Durex?"
"Yes, what, is my name strange?"
Durex behind him seemed puzzled as to why Zhang Chaoqun suddenly asked this.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm getting to the point!"
Zhang Chaoqun was inwardly laughing. Durex, wasn't that the brand of condoms? Damn, this woman's name was really powerful. He suppressed his laughter and pretended to be serious, saying, "Miss Durex, what I want to ask is, how did you find me? I'm not surprised that you could get behind me without me noticing, because your speed is indeed that high! Can you clear up my doubts?"
"Well, actually, I found you by chance. When I was eating canned food on the ground, I noticed a light gathering on my face. I immediately realized it was a scope. And I have to thank the moonlight. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have been able to find you, and I might already be dead under your gun!"
"I see!"
Zhang Chaoqun suddenly realized. He was too clever for his own good! He had a habit of testing the accuracy of the scope every time he assembled a semi-automatic sniper rifle! He never expected it to become his fatal weakness!
"Now you can die in peace, right?"
Durex seemed eager to leave. She had been chased for almost three days! She had been on high alert the whole time, and was extremely exhausted, both physically and mentally.
“Hmm, Miss Durex, you keep your word. An eye for an eye, I’ll let you know my name too, so you can rest in peace!”
Durex felt extremely uneasy upon hearing this. Her finger reached for the trigger, only to be horrified to find the gun had been reduced to scrap metal. A sharp pain shot through her wrist, followed by a tremendous force. She was suddenly seized, her wrist and shoulder firmly held in Zhang Chaoqun's grip, unable to move an inch.
But she wasn't someone so easily subdued. Using one hand to brace herself, she performed a forward somersault, using the momentum to kick Zhang Chaoqun's arm.
Zhang Chaoqun hadn't expected this woman to have a backup plan. Knowing she intended to escape, he gripped his specially made dagger, quickly stepped forward, and before Durex could stop, he had the dagger against her shoulder!
Everything happened so fast that Durex hadn't even reacted. Perhaps she couldn't believe anyone could execute such a series of actions so quickly; her beautiful face was filled with horror!
At this moment, bathed in moonlight, Zhang Chaoqun saw Du Leisi's beautiful face clearly for the first time!
Instantly, a soft spot in his heart was touched. Slender arms and beautiful legs, pert breasts and full hips—characteristics of Westerners—but even more remarkable was her jade-like complexion, unlike the rough skin of many foreigners. Her
long golden hair was tied back with a ribbon, her large, emerald eyes were filled with astonishment, and beneath her high nose were bright red lips, slightly parted in surprise. Her beauty was ethereal, unparalleled, possessing a refined and spirited air, and an unassailable majesty!
Below her swan-like white neck were her proud, erect breasts, a size that no Chinese woman could match! They swayed gently from her recent vigorous activity, sending shivers down his spine.
Slender as a willow in the breeze, with a delicate waist and full hips, her legs long, strong, and beautiful—truly a rare and exquisite beauty!
Zhang Chaoqun's heart trembled at the sight. Who could bring themselves to harm such a beauty? Her brows were still furrowed, and the air was thick with the fragrance of virginity; she was undoubtedly the kind of innocent girl one would only encounter in kindergarten!
Zhang Chaoqun was undoubtedly a normal man, so he gave a wry smile and said, "In close combat, a dagger is faster. I used this dagger to disarm your pistol earlier. Go, I won't kill you, but you have to return the stolen artifacts to me so I can explain myself!"
"You...you won't kill me? Why?"
Du Leisi, who had thought she was doomed, couldn't help but ask when she heard the man's sudden act of mercy.
"There's no why. It's just because you're a woman, a great beauty, and a virgin. My biggest weakness is that I can't bring myself to kill a pure, innocent virgin!"
Zhang Chaoqun gave a bitter smile.
"You!"
Durex seemed unable to believe that this man would let her go for such a reason. Her beautiful face flushed crimson. She took a deep breath and after a long while said, "You're a real man, you don't make things difficult for women. I can give you the bead. I was only hired; it's not worth risking my life!"
As she spoke, she took out a bead from her pocket, several times larger than an ordinary glass bead, glowing like a luminous pearl.
Zhang Chaoqun was stunned. He took the bead from her hand, and the touch of his large hand on her soft skin made his heart flutter.
At that very moment, a sudden change occurred. A clap of thunder streaked across the sky, and the white bead emitted a dazzling white light. Zhang Chaoqun and Du Leisi felt a blinding white light before their eyes, unable to see anything. Then, everything went black, and they knew nothing more…
Chapter 002 How old is the little sister?

A flash of white light followed, and in the darkness, countless black butterflies flew past. Even more bizarrely, the butterflies emitted a chilling aura that penetrated to the bone. Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but shiver. All around was endless darkness, and the butterflies were incredibly eerie, their bodies gleaming black, shimmering with a faint light, making them exceptionally clear even in the darkness. Zhang Chaoqun felt himself high in the sky, plummeting downwards with a force and speed no less than that of a cannonball. Zhang Chaoqun was immediately drenched in a cold sweat!
Knowing he was doomed, Zhang Chaoqun was helpless. No matter how powerful he was, he was still just an ordinary person, unable to resist the force of gravity while falling!
"Brother Buddha, Sister Guanyin, Brother Jesus, please all protect me! I'm still a pure 'virgin,' it would be such a pity to die, Amen!"
Zhang Chaoqun had just finished praying when he felt himself fall into the cold water. The powerful drop made him gasp for breath and he immediately passed out. The only thought in his mind was, "What incredible luck! I actually fell into the water!
" "Ah, damn it, my head hurts so much!"
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Chaoqun slowly woke up, opening his drowsy eyes. He felt the ground shaking violently, and the wind was howling. His head was spinning, so he tried to sit up.
But as soon as he tried to get up, a sharp pain shot through his body, as if his whole body had fallen apart, leaving him completely powerless.
"Ouch... Ouch!"
Even a specially trained agent like Zhang Chaoqun couldn't endure the excruciating pain, gasping for breath and groaning involuntarily.
"Big brother, what's wrong?"
Zhang Chaoqun felt a chilly wind sweep over him, making him shiver. He heard a soft, childlike voice calling out, and turning his head, he vaguely saw a figure lift the curtain and slip in.
It was dark, and he couldn't see what the person looked like, but he could vaguely make out that the person was short. Combining this with the childlike voice, Zhang Chaoqun was certain it was a little girl, and perhaps she was the one who had saved him.
He immediately endured the intense pain and said, "Little sister, did you save me?"
"Big brother, you're finally awake!"
It was indeed a little girl who had entered. She walked to the wooden table beside the bed and used something Zhang Chaoqun never dreamed of: a tinderbox!
Zhang Chaoqun just stared dumbfounded as the little girl lit the oil lamp on the wooden table! But the next moment, he became even dumber!
Zhang Chaoqun stared dumbfounded at the little girl. In the dim light, he could see that the little girl was dressed in coarse linen clothes, but that did not diminish her natural beauty. She had a high, straight nose, cherry-like lips, bright eyes, and white teeth; she was delicate and refined, with a captivating charm.
However, no matter how beautiful she was, she was still just a little girl. Zhang Chaoqun was not the kind of person who would be captivated by a beautiful woman. What truly surprised him was the little girl's attire.
A cloth belt was wrapped around her waist, her long, beautiful hair was tied into two buns with a straw rope, and she wore small blue cloth shoes. Her steps were light and graceful—wasn't this the attire of an ancient woman?
Zhang Chaoqun's mind was a complete mess. Had he traveled to ancient times because of that bead? Right, besides himself, Du Leisi was also a victim. He vaguely remembered that Du Leisi had been swept up in that white light just like him.
Just as Zhang Chaoqun was lost in thought, the little girl smiled at him and said, "Little brother, are you feeling better? But it wasn't me who saved you, it was my dad! You were floating in the river, and I thought you were dead! I didn't expect you to still be breathing when we pulled you out. I've never seen anything like it before!"
Zhang Chaoqun snapped out of his reverie and forced a smile, saying, "Little sister, did you only see me in this river?"
The little girl asked blankly, "Yes, what do you mean by that, little brother? Are there other people in the river?"
Zhang Chaoqun said, "What I mean is, when you saw me, were there any other people who had also fallen into the water near me?"
"No!"
The little girl blinked her beautiful big eyes, puzzled. "The river isn't a place for humans, you know. If a person were in the river, they would have become the son-in-law and wife of the Water Dragon King long ago! So, it's a miracle that you survived, little brother!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chaoqun felt a pang of pain in his heart. The thought of that stunningly beautiful woman with golden hair and blue eyes passing away was truly heartbreaking. Was it really a case of heaven being jealous of beauty? Although he had only spent less than ten minutes with her, her heroic demeanor, her indomitable spirit, and especially her deep, emerald-green eyes, had already been deeply etched into his heart.
"Little brother, what's wrong? There couldn't possibly be that many people who fell into the river, because ordinary people wouldn't come to this river except for us fishermen."
Seeing his strange expression and the sadness in his dark eyes, the little girl felt a pang of sadness herself. She gently comforted him, "Little brother, don't be sad. Did you lose a friend? Maybe he/she didn't even come to the Han River!"
Yes, maybe she wasn't even with him. Hearing the little girl's words, Zhang Chaoqun suddenly understood, his heart lightened, and his mood wasn't so depressed anymore! But the world is so big, who knows when they'll meet again!
"Thank you, little sister. I didn't expect you to be so good at comforting people. You're such a nice girl!"
Zhang Chaoqun chuckled.
"No, no, we women are supposed to be virtuous and understanding, to be beautiful inside and out. That's what my mother taught me since I was little! And that's what I've always done!"
the little girl said shyly, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her starry eyes, a faint, delicate blush rising on her pretty face, making Zhang Chaoqun stare in a daze.
Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but praise, "The face is gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze!"
Truly, the face and the peach blossoms complement each other, the drunken beauty and the blushing beauty are the most beautiful, this saying is indeed true, the ancients were right, even this little girl has such charm.
"Wow! Little brother, your writing is so good, this poem is so beautiful, just like the storyteller I heard in town last time! Although I don't understand it, hehe!"
the little girl said excitedly, thinking of something happy, she picked up a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Zhang Chaoqun with a giggle.
"Hehe, that's right. You don't know, all I, your brother, can boast about is poetry and songs. Ah, it's lonely at the top!"
Zhang Chaoqun said shamelessly.
The little girl's face flushed again, and she spat out, "What do you mean 'my brother'? How can you take advantage of me, little brother? Besides, I've heard that 'it's lonely at the top' thing you mentioned. You didn't create it yourself. Humph, don't try to fool us innocent little girls!"
Sweat, his boasting had backfired, and Zhang Chaoqun was a little embarrassed. He coughed and said, "Little sister, I never said it was my original work! You misunderstood. And you were the one who called me 'little brother.' Was I wrong to say that? Don't look at me like that, like I'm a lecher. Look at how old you are! Why would I be interested!"
As he spoke, he deliberately glanced provocatively at her little chest.
"Hmph, don't look down on me. Fourteen is old enough to get married, I'm not young!"
She deliberately puffed out her still-developing breasts.
"Hmm, not young, already quite well-developed!"
Zhang Chaofan murmured, looking at the little girl's slightly swollen breasts.
Seemingly sensing Zhang Chaoqun's lecherous gaze, the little girl said angrily, "Pervert! You said you weren't interested, so why are you staring at my chest?"
Zhang Chaoqun didn't answer, but instead leered, "How old are you, little sister? Are you eight?"
The little girl stood up, puffing out her chest proudly, and said, "I'm twelve this year, and I can get married in two more years!"

Chapter 003 Cute Little Girl Holy
crap, ancient women are really open-minded, getting married at fourteen! If this were modern times, wouldn't that be rape?! A twelve-year-old girl already in puberty? Incredible!
"Little sister, why are you all alone? Where are your parents? I haven't even thanked them for pulling me out of the river, preventing me from becoming the Dragon King's son-in-law!"
Zhang Chaoqun winked at the little girl.
"Oh, big brother, don't worry about it. Didn't those monks say saving a life is better than a seven-story pagoda? My parents wouldn't have let anyone float in the river like that."
The little girl blinked her cute big eyes back.
Zhang Chaoqun lay on the bed, shaking his head with a smile. The little girl continued, "My parents went fishing on the Bund, and I stayed here to take care of you, hee hee!"
Zhang Chaoqun thought for a moment. He still didn't know what era he was in, but it was undoubtedly ancient times. He was currently on a fishing boat, and he didn't know where he would go from here.
He sighed slightly and said to the little girl, "Little sister, do you remember what year it is? I think my head is a little foggy."
Zhang Chaoqun didn't dare say he was from the modern era, otherwise people would definitely think he was a monster or a lunatic!
The little girl stared at Zhang Chaoqun with a strange look, as if trying to see if he was lying. Unfortunately for her, Zhang Chaoqun was a seasoned veteran; how could he possibly give himself away in front of such a young girl?
The little girl, seemingly unable to discern the truth, could only reply, "It's the Yuan-Mongol era, a time when the Mongol Tartars ruled. We Han people were massacred, people were displaced, families were destroyed, how could you forget all this? Are you a Yuan person?"
Zhang Chaoqun suddenly realized, so that's how it is. This little girl thought he was Mongol! He was a pure-blooded Han Chinese, but being from modern times, he didn't hold any prejudice against any ethnicity.
Zhang Chaoqun hurriedly said, "Little sister, don't talk nonsense. I'm a pure Han Chinese, and you can't just guess things. Didn't I just say I'm a little confused right now?"
The little girl was a little embarrassed, her beautiful eyes filled with shyness, and she whispered, "I...I was just saying it casually."
Zhang Chaoqun said, "Alright, let's not talk about that. Little sister, I'm a little hungry now, and I feel tired after sleeping all day! Can you help me sit up?"
As if to confirm Zhang Chaoqun's words, his stomach rumbled, making the little girl giggle and lean over to support him.
A faint, sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and Zhang Chaoqun felt a pair of soft, smooth little hands gently resting on his shoulders, making his heart flutter. Hmm, having a little wife like this wouldn't be bad!
But he quickly regained his composure, forcibly suppressing these wicked thoughts. Damn, a little loli! How could he have such thoughts about a little loli? But then he thought again, this wasn't right. This was ancient times; fourteen was the age to marry. If such a beautiful little girl were to be taken by these ancient bastards, wouldn't he be committing an unforgivable crime? Hmm, the little loli is mine. Only a modern, dashing man like himself deserves to have such a little loli.
Thinking this, Zhang Chaoqun's gaze towards the little loli changed, becoming that of a husband looking at his young wife, his eyes filled with tenderness. Luckily, the little loli didn't notice, or she might have been frightened!
Zhang Chaoqun, with his sharp eyes, spotted a large bag under the bed as soon as he sat up. A surge of joy filled him – wasn't that his off-road backpack? He hadn't expected it to have traveled with him!
"Hehe, I only slept for a day, and my bag's still here!
Truly, a narrow escape brings good fortune!
" The little girl propped a pillow behind his back, letting him lean against the wall, and said, "What? You slept for a day? You've slept for five days! There's some leftover food on the ship; I'll go heat it up for you!"
Zhang Chaoqun immediately stopped her, "No need, no need, little sister. Can you help me look in my bag for something hard and metal, something oval-shaped?"
The little girl nodded, rummaging through the bag as she said, "Big brother, your bag is really strange. It's just like your clothes, and it's so heavy!"
Zhang Chaoqun smiled casually, glancing at himself. He was still wearing his special agent combat uniform – it was this specially made clothing that had saved him from this ordeal! Watching the ancient woman rummaging through his bag warmed his heart. Ancient women were so virtuous and hardworking! And his own wife? He could only shake his head. Aside from work, she only put the national interest first!
"Found it! Is this it?"
The little girl's excited voice startled Zhang Chaoqun. He saw her small, white hands holding a tin can, shaking it happily. A hint of allure appeared on her innocent face!
Zhang Chaoqun nodded and smiled, "I didn't expect you to be so clever, little sister. You opened my backpack so skillfully on your first try, and found the can so easily! Amazing!"
But as soon as Zhang Chaoqun finished speaking, he noticed the little girl's face suddenly turn deathly pale, devoid of color. She trembled and said, "Big brother, I...I didn't go through your bag! I really didn't go through your bag!"
Her beautiful eyes reddened, and crystal tears streamed down her face. Her helpless, pitiful, tearful appearance broke Zhang Chaoqun's heart.
He didn't know where the strength came from, but with a sudden movement, he stretched out his arms and pulled the tearful little girl into his embrace. Ignoring her startled gaze and struggles, he gently stroked her pink back.
He comforted her, "No, no, little sister, you didn't rummage through my bag. I was just praising you for being clever and skillful. I didn't mean anything by it. Aren't you supposed to be strong? Why are you crying? If you keep crying, you'll become a crybaby queen, and you'll never get married!"
The little girl stopped struggling and her tears ceased, but her beautiful eyes were filled with shyness. Never before had she been so intimate with a man, and now she felt her face flush, a ripple of emotion stirring within her.
The strong masculine scent, the broad, warm embrace, the powerful heartbeat, the gentle words of comfort, and the large, alluring hand moving across her back—everything made this innocent, love-struck girl's heart tremble and pound wildly.
She longed to lie in this warm, safe embrace forever. If only she could marry him! The little girl, Coco, was twelve years old—an age when people in ancient times were already experiencing puberty. The thought of having such thoughts filled her with shame.
Her mother had taught her that men and women shouldn't touch, and now that he was holding her, she was his. The little girl's heart seemed to have been unknowingly captured by the man who held her tightly in his strong arms!

Chapter 004: The Little Girl's First Kiss, A Sudden
Realization With her warm fragrance in his hands and her gentle embrace, Zhang Chaoqun felt no romantic thoughts. Seeing the little girl so heartbroken pained him. Ancient women were prone to overthinking, and the saying "women are made of water" was indeed true. The little girl's tears flowed like a mountain, and in a short while, Zhang Chaoqun's clothes were completely soaked.
Gradually, under Zhang Chaoqun's gentle comforting words, the little girl stopped crying. A blush rose on her fair face, as if she had just realized the difference between men and women, but she didn't want to leave his strong and comforting embrace, and her heart had already belonged entirely to him.
"My mother said that if I have physical intimacy with a man, then he's my man. He's holding me in his arms, so this counts as a blind date, right? Maybe this 'bad guy' will be my husband someday."
The little girl, having figured this out, bobbed her head against Zhang Chaoqun's chest, her beautiful, watery eyes filled with shyness as she stared at him intently.
Zhang Chaoqun was completely bewildered. Living in modern times, he had no idea about the proper distance between men and women. He thought the little girl was just shy and embarrassed because she was grateful for his comfort.
He smiled slightly at her, and the little girl's flushed face turned even redder, her snow-white skin becoming even more alluring. Her cherry-red lips parted slightly, and glistening water droplets still clung to her long eyelashes. With her bright eyes and white teeth, even an adult like Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.
In a moment of impulsiveness, he lightly pecked the little girl's red lips with lightning speed.
Zhang Chaoqun snapped out of his daze, realizing he had molested the little girl. Both of them were stunned and dumbfounded!
The little girl stared blankly at Zhang Chaoqun, her shimmering eyes filled with astonishment. This sudden attack had thrown her young heart into turmoil; her head was buzzing, as if she were floating on clouds, completely disoriented!
Zhang Chaoqun reacted quickly, hurriedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, little sister, I didn't mean to, it's just that you looked so beautiful just now, I couldn't help myself..."
"You lecher!"
The little girl finally came to her senses. Seeing Zhang Chaoqun still arguing, she was filled with shame and anger. Her soft, jade-like hands began to pound on Zhang Chaoqun, crying as she did so, like a river bursting its banks, each pound heavier than the last. "You still dare to talk! You still dare to talk! You pervert! I'll beat you to death! You've ruined this girl's chastity! I don't want to live anymore!"
"Ouch!"
Zhang Chaoqun couldn't even comfort the "injured" little girl. His injuries were immediately aggravated by the little girl's "gentle" "coquettishness," wave after wave of pain. Even a tough man like him cried out in pain, which shows how excruciating the pain was!
"Big brother, what's wrong? Don't scare Zhiruo!"
Hearing Zhang Chaoqun's miserable groan, the little girl was also terrified and lost her composure. She completely forgot about his molestation of her earlier. She leaned against him, her soft little hands gently stroking the spot on his chest where she had slapped him, as if trying to soothe his pain.
"Big brother, Zhiruo doesn't blame you, really, please don't scare me anymore!"
Seeing that Zhang Chaoqun's pain hadn't lessened at all, the little girl was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and tears streamed down her face like they were free.
Zhang Chaoqun wasn't faking it; he was indeed in excruciating pain, sweating profusely! However, seeing the little girl's heartbroken expression and her heart-wrenching cries, he forced himself to remain calm.
With a forced smile, he said, "Little sister, don't worry, I'm not in pain anymore. You said you forgave me, is that true?"
Seeing Zhang Chaoqun smile, the innocent little girl genuinely believed he was alright. She tilted her head back, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "You scared Zhiruo to death just now! It's all Zhiruo's fault, I shouldn't have hit you, causing your old injury to flare up. I'm truly to blame, so how can I talk about forgiveness!"
"Hehe, little sister, it's good that you forgive me,"
Zhang Chaoqun grinned, but immediately realized something was wrong and exclaimed in surprise, "What did you say? You...you're called Zhiruo? Is your name Zhou Zhiruo?"
Zhang Chaoqun's voice trembled slightly, because he had just had a sudden thought, a possibility he needed to verify!
"Huh?"
The little girl blinked her beautiful big eyes, her vision blurred with tears, but she looked at Zhang Chaoqun in astonishment: "Big brother, Zhiruo doesn't remember telling you her surname? How did you know?"
Then, as if remembering something, her face turned bright red again!
"Just as I thought, just as I thought!"
Zhang Chaoqun muttered to himself, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Haha, so that's how it is! I'm here! Beauties and money are all mine! Wahaha!"
Zhang Chaoqun was instantly filled with boundless pride. He had thought he was just stranded in ancient times, but he never expected to find himself in the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." He could completely use his knowledge of the original work to turn the world upside down! Just thinking about it made his blood boil!
"Little brother, what's wrong with you? Don't be like this, Zhiruo is scared!"
Zhou Xiaoluo's voice was choked with sobs. She stared in horror at the little brother in front of her, seeing him rambling on and on, thinking he had gone mad, and was heartbroken!
Zhang Chaoqun truly felt no pain now, only passion and boundless pride. He smiled faintly and said, "Zhiruo, don't worry, I'm not crazy. I just thought of some happy things and couldn't contain my excitement. I just blurted it out. Did I scare you?"
The little girl Zhou said timidly, "Big brother, it's alright. Zhiruo is fine!"
Zhang Chaoqun was a little puzzled and said, "Zhiruo, why do you always call me big brother? Am I that young?"
This puzzled Zhang Chaoqun. He was almost thirty years old, yet a twelve-year-old girl called him big brother. It was really strange!
"What are you saying, big brother? You're at most eighteen years old. Don't lie to Zhiruo. Although I haven't read many books, I still have a good eye for people."
The little girl Zhou suddenly sat up, puffed out her chest, and looked at Zhang Chaoqun proudly, as if she had done something very worthy of showing off. She was still a little girl. In the 21st century, she was still at the age of carrying a schoolbag and going to elementary school.
Zhang Chaoqun felt no affection for his heartless wife, unaware of how deeply she loved him. Their future encounters would lead to numerous disputes, but that's a story for another time!
Zhang Chaoqun assumed the little girl was deliberately making him sound so young, and smiled faintly, saying, "Whatever Zhiruo says! But please don't call me 'little brother' anymore!"
Zhou Zhiruo asked, puzzled, "Why? You're not much older than me!"
Zhang Chaoqun laughed, "No reason, it just sounds awkward. Just call me by my name, Zhang Chaoqun, or 'brother,' don't add 'little'!"
Yes, no man likes being called young; I'm sure most people know that.
Zhou Zhiruo nodded, seemingly understanding, and said very obediently, "I know, brother, hee hee, I finally know your name!"
Zhang Chaoqun chuckled, "What's so great about knowing my name? You're such a little kid!"
He then gently pinched Zhou's smooth little face, which was soft and warm to the touch, still slightly damp, clearly from her tears.
Zhou's pretty face flushed red, and she said coquettishly, "I told you I'm not a little kid anymore, why are you still saying that? I'm going to get angry!"
"I know, Zhiruo is a grown-up now, she can get married!"
Seeing that the little girl was embarrassed, Zhang Chaoqun had no choice but to go along with her. However, he wouldn't let go of this opportunity to tease the little girl, as she was his chosen wife, and this was to increase their affection.
I thought the little girl would jump up and argue, but this time she only blushed and whispered, "Will you marry Zhiruo in the future, brother?"
In ancient times, women who had close contact with men generally married that man and remained faithful to him until death, except for a few exceptions! A woman like Zhou Zhiruo, with traditional values to her core, had already considered Zhang Chaoqun her husband! Otherwise, she wouldn't be comforting him in his arms; she should have avoided suspicion.

Chapter 005 Molesting a
Little Girl The little girl was unadorned, her face bare, her jewel-like eyes both angry and happy, her shy expression inexplicable. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her pretty eyes full of expectation. She was like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without artifice, her cheeks flushed, truly inexplicably beautiful and exquisite.
Zhang Chaoqun swallowed hard and said softly, "Who wouldn't want to marry a beauty like Zhiruo? But I don't know if it's a case of the king being willing but the goddess not reciprocating. I don't even know if she's willing!"
Zhang Chaoqun said this deliberately, secretly thinking that the innocent little girl would definitely reveal her true feelings. Although he knew that Zhou Zhiruo's question clearly indicated that she was interested in him, he still hoped for her answer!
Sure enough, Zhou Zhiruo became a little anxious upon hearing this and hurriedly said, "I'm willing, I..."
After saying that, she realized that she wasn't reserved enough. She secretly glanced over and saw Zhang Chaoqun looking at her with a smile.
She was immediately embarrassed, her beautiful face flushed red, like a rosy cloud. Her jade-like face and peach-like cheeks were delicate and beautiful, and her beautiful eyes were filled with shy joy. She said coquettishly, "You're so annoying, so annoying, how can you be so annoying!"
She was about to punch Zhang Chaoqun with her little fists, but then she remembered that he was injured. Instead, she threw herself at him, buried her head deeply in his chest, and was too shy to lift her head!
Although the little girl's figure was still somewhat lacking, her youth and ongoing development gave her a vibrant, innocent charm. Her breasts, already quite large, pressed directly against Zhang Chaoqun's chest, their softness stirring his heart. A faint, sweet scent of virginity and the fragrance of her hair filled Zhang Chaoqun's senses. Although
he wasn't a lolicon, the thought of molesting a little girl had a wicked quality, drawing him in without him even realizing it. It was a call to the darkest, most sinister side of human nature!
"Anyway, she'll be my wife eventually, so it's not bad to take advantage of her now!"
This wicked thought immediately triggered a reaction in Zhang Chaoqun.
He wrapped his arms around the little girl, pulling her close and feeling her soft, boneless body tremble slightly. Zhang Chaoqun gently stroked her smooth, silky back with one hand, while lightly biting her delicate ear, saying, "How could I be annoying? I was just afraid you'd refuse!"
"Mmm..."
The little girl felt a burning sensation on her ear, a tingling, electric-like feeling quickly spreading throughout her body, making her weak and powerless, as if her bones had crumbled! Filled
with shame and fear, the little girl trembled and said, "Brother...don't do this...I'm scared..."
Her voice was like a nightingale's song, trembling slightly, captivatingly alluring, a mixture of shy joy and pleading!
"Don't be afraid, brother is just checking your body!"
No one in the world is more wicked than Zhang Chaoqun.
The girl's soft moans didn't deter Zhang Chaoqun's desire to take advantage; instead, they sent a shiver down his spine, and wicked thoughts quickly took root in his mind.
His large hand unconsciously grasped the slightly protruding mound, smooth yet soft, though still a little small.
The little girl felt her private area enveloped by his hot hand, and her whole body stiffened. Then, her petite frame became even softer, trembling all over. A hint of spring appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she softly pleaded, "Brother... I feel so strange, please don't do it anymore."
"It's okay, it's okay, little darling, it'll be over in a bit."
Zhang Chaoqun continued to tempt the little girl. His large hand gently pinched the cherry-like nipple on her mound, making the little girl tremble uncontrollably as if electrocuted.
Her bright red cherry lips were slightly parted. The little girl seemed very nervous; her heart was pounding, and her chest heaved with each breath. A sweet fragrance emanated from her mouth.
Zhang Chaoqun, examining the pretty face so close to his, lowered his head slightly, looking at the trembling, flower-like lips before him. He opened his mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into the little girl's fragrant mouth, swallowing her saliva.
"Ah..."
The little girl's lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. She had instinctively extended her tender, moist tongue, passionately intertwining it with Zhang Chaoqun's, their tongues locked in a passionate embrace. The
little girl's body burned like fire, unconsciously responding to the large tongue churning within her mouth! It seemed only through this fiery cooperation could she soothe the hunger and restlessness within her heart.
Zhang Chaoqun savored the girl's fiery passion. Her smooth lips conveyed the little girl's affections, and her innocent, youthful mouth provided him with a unique stimulation, making his blood boil. If it weren't for her young age, he would have already made love to her.
After a long while, when the four soft, moist lips finally parted reluctantly, Zhang Chaoqun let out a blissful moan.
The two who had tasted the forbidden fruit stared at each other speechlessly. Zhang Chaoqun was slightly embarrassed and didn't know what to say! The little girl, Zhou, was
initially a bit dazed, but when she came to her senses, she exclaimed in surprise. Her jade-like face flushed red, shy and charming, her starry eyes and peach-blossom cheeks were more beautiful than snow, captivating and enchanting.
Zhang Chaoqun hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, Zhiruo? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhang Chaoqun, who was tense, with a mixture of reproach and delight. Her heart was filled with sweetness, knowing that the man cared about her. She lowered her head and said shyly, "Your...your stick is touching me."
Zhang Chaoqun was immediately embarrassed, only then realizing that his little brother was already hard as iron, pressing tightly against the girl's lower abdomen. The soft touch made his heart flutter, and he quickly withdrew.
He smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Zhiruo, brother. I was confused just now and embarrassed you. But don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you in the future and marry you. I wonder if Zhiruo will give me this opportunity?"
Zhang Chaoqun knew that this was an opportunity to firmly grasp the little girl in his hands, so he shamelessly said this.
A traditional girl like Zhou Zhiruo had no other choice but to marry Zhang Chaoqun. After all, he had already kissed and hugged her. Shyly, she half-heartedly agreed to Zhang Chaoqun's proposal.
However, Zhou Xiaoluoli was a filial child, and she needed to inform her parents beforehand. Once they agreed, there wouldn't be any problems with her.
This boosted Zhang Chaoqun's confidence. As the top special agent of the 21st century, skilled in both literature and martial arts, getting a fisherman's couple to marry their daughter to him shouldn't be difficult.
Later, Zhang Chaoqun, having not eaten for several days, was starving. He had Xiaoluoli open a can of food according to his instructions. Xiaoluoli, who had never seen canned food before, was naturally amazed. Seeing Zhang Chaoqun wolfing it down on the bed, she couldn't help but swallow.
This didn't escape Zhang Chaoqun's notice, and a faint pang of sadness welled up in his heart. The fisherman's children must live a life of poverty and hardship. Zhang Chaoqun secretly vowed to give Xiaoluoli a better life.
Zhang Chaoqun invited the little girl to eat with him again. At first, she refused, but after a bit of shyness and bashfulness, she finally succumbed to Zhang Chaoqun's insistence and ate with restraint.
At first, she ate in small bites, but after tasting the freshness, she started eating frequently, so fast that she ate almost half a can of food.
Zhang Chaoqun just watched calmly from the side, which made the little girl throw another tantrum!

Chapter 006 The Zhou Couple
Early in the morning, Zhang Chaoqun quietly slipped out of the boat to prepare for his morning exercise, a habit he had maintained for over a decade without ever neglecting it.
Zhang Chaoqun's injuries had healed several days earlier, and he met Zhou Zhiruo's parents the next day. The couple were very happy that Zhang Chaoqun had woken up. They were both very hospitable; fishermen are known for their simplicity, strength, and self-sufficiency.
Zhang Chaoqun never told the couple about his relationship with Zhou Xiaoluo. It was a difficult topic to discuss; after all, he was a man of the 21st century, and proposing to the parents of a twelve-year-old girl was something he couldn't easily do. He
needed to find a suitable time and place. However, he made a very good impression on the couple – "hardworking, honest, and energetic!"
they liked him greatly.
After Zhang Chaoqun finished his Tai Chi routine, a round of applause startled him. Turning around, he saw Zhou Zhiruo's father. He wiped his sweat and smiled slightly, saying, "Uncle Zhou, you're up early today! Are you going fishing with your aunt?" Uncle
Zhou chuckled, "No, we're going to town with your aunt to exchange some daily necessities. Little Zhang, I didn't expect you to know this. Although I don't know these techniques, I could tell there was something special about your slow, deliberate movements. Hehe, I'm just a simple man, I don't know much, so I was just talking nonsense, hehe!"
“No, Uncle Zhou’s words are very insightful and to the point!”
Zhang Chaoqun gave him a thumbs up and praised, “Although Tai Chi seems slow, speed is actually revealed in slowness. Using stillness to control movement is the essence of Tai Chi. It is hard within softness and soft within hardness, using force to borrow force, achieving the effect of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds!”
Uncle Zhou laughed and said, “Little Zhang, you’ve told me so much, but I’m just a rough country bumpkin and don’t understand. I’ll go call your aunt to go to town now. You go ahead and do your work.”
Zhang Chaoqun nodded with a smile and started practicing a set of military boxing. Only after he had just finished the set did Uncle Zhou bring over Zhou Zhiruo and her mother, who had been woken up.
The little girl didn’t dare to be too affectionate with Zhang Chaoqun in front of her parents. She just sweetly called him “brother” and then clung to her mother’s arm, acting coquettishly.
Zhou's mother affectionately patted the little girl's head and smiled elegantly at Zhang Chaoqun, saying, "Little Zhang, I heard from your Uncle Zhou that you know martial arts? That's quite surprising."
Zhang Chaoqun looked at the woman in front of him. She looked to be under forty, with slightly dark skin and faint wrinkles on her face, clearly the glorious marks of the working class.
However, her features beneath her dark skin were flawless, deeply attracting Zhang Chaoqun. Her oval face, arched willow-leaf eyebrows, large, watery eyes, delicate nose, and full, moist lips bore a striking resemblance to Zhou Zhiruo.
Her breasts stood proudly erect, her slender figure and elegant, ethereal beauty exuding a mature woman's charm. Her slender waist, no more than 22 inches, made one want to reach out and embrace her. Zhang Chaoqun felt his heart pound at over a hundred beats per minute. She seemed unwashed, her long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall, making her exceptionally alluring! She must have been a great beauty in her youth.
Her elegant speech and gentle smile convinced Zhang Chaoqun that this woman must have been born into a wealthy family; he wondered why she had married an ordinary fisherman—a true waste of her potential.
However, only a beauty like her could give birth to a beauty like Zhou Xiaoluoli. Zhang Chaoqun now had no choice but to implement his "loli-raising plan.
" "Auntie, you flatter me. It's just aimless play, nothing of real significance. Against true masters, I'd only be beaten !"
Zhang Chaoqun spoke the truth. His external martial arts had reached their peak, but if internal energy, something nonexistent in modern times, truly existed in this world, he would only be able to run for his life against a real master!
Zhou's mother smiled noncommittally, "It's rare to find a young man as humble as Xiao Zhang. Proud but not arrogant, modest yet just right. Hehe, I wonder which girl will marry such a promising young man in the future."
A smile appeared in Zhou's mother's eyes, her gaze seemingly intentionally lingering between Zhou Xiaoluoli and Zhang Chaoqun.
Zhou Xiaoluoli immediately blushed deeply, her cheeks flushing crimson, her head almost touching her still-developing breasts, incredibly adorable.
Zhang Chaoqun felt slightly embarrassed. It seemed that Zhou's mother was quite perceptive, managing to discern the ambiguous relationship between him and Zhou Zhiruo. This made Zhang Chaoqun admire the middle-aged woman's insight and attentiveness.
Zhang Chaoqun said shyly, "What beautiful girl would agree to marry a poor boy like me?"
Zhou's mother laughed, "Don't be modest, young Zhang! I have high hopes for you! Alright, your Uncle Zhou and I still need to prepare for our trip to the city."
She gave Zhang Chaoqun a meaningful look and left hand in hand with a bewildered Uncle Zhou.
Zhang Chaoqun didn't know how he felt at this moment; his emotions were quite complex. Seeing the shy, uneasy little girl standing beside him, a touch of tenderness welled up in Zhang Chaoqun's heart. Since he had come to this world, it was fate. Acting on impulse was his nature. Damn it, he'd win over this little girl first, and he didn't intend to let go of the beauties of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. Since he was in ancient times, he should naturally abide by the ancient polygamous system. To survive, one must adapt to the trend.
Just as Zhang Chaoqun was lost in his daydreams, the little girl interrupted him, pointing to her parents to indicate they were leaving. Zhang Chaoqun smiled and accompanied her to see off his future in-laws.
Thinking of Zhou's mother's meaningful smile and the encouraging look in her eyes, Zhang Chaoqun knew he had essentially won over the little girl's parents without even realizing it.

Chapter 007 A Hilarious and Enchanting Tale, A Shocking Change on the Han River Bored,
Zhang Chaoqun sat at the bow of the boat and began telling stories to the little girl. His novel storytelling style captivated her, and she listened with rapt attention, still wanting more even after one story ended.
"Brother, that little mermaid was so pitiful! She turned into sea foam in the end! Why did the story end in such a tragedy? Brother, you're so mean! You're a big bad guy!"
The little girl clung to Zhang Chaoqun's arm, her eyes red-rimmed and misty with tears. Little girls always have beautiful dreams, imagining everything to be so wonderful!
Faced with the little girl's unreasonable demands, Zhang Chaoqun could only offer a wry smile: "My little darling, I didn't make up this story. I just heard it from someone else. How did it turn into a big bad guy?"
The little girl continued to whine and plead, "I don't care! Why did you tell me such a sad story? It's still making my heart ache."
"Is that so?"
Zhang Chaoqun tilted his head and looked at the little girl, saying, "I don't see how sad you are."
"Who said I'm not sad? Didn't you see my eyes are red?"
The little girl blushed deeply, twisting Zhang Chaoqun's waist with her little hand, making him almost cry out in pain.
Zhang Chaoqun winced in pain and said, "My little darling, when did you learn this trick? Who corrupted your quiet, cute, and well-mannered little girl?"
"What's a little girl?"
Zhou the little girl asked, puzzled.
"Ahem, a little girl is a girl who hasn't reached adulthood yet!"
Zhang Chaoqun said.
Zhou Xiaoluo nodded as if she understood, tilting her head and saying, "Oh, then I really am a loli."
"Of course, you are a cute little loli."
Zhang Chaoqun said, suppressing a laugh, "But our Xiao Zhiruo has become a bit fierce now, she's even learned to use crab hands."
"When did I become your family's? Humph, I've seen Mom sometimes scold Dad like that."
Hearing this, the little loli blushed, her pretty face becoming even more delicate and charming.
Shy little girls are always so cute, and Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but tease her. He put his mouth close to her crystal-clear, round little earlobe and breathed, "My little darling is of course my family's. I remember someone said a few days ago that they wanted to marry me..."
"You're so mean, brother is a big bad guy, I'm ignoring you!"
The little loli's pretty face turned even redder, she said coquettishly, and ran towards the boat.
Zhang Chaoqun smiled and shook his head, pulling out his large bag to check what was left in the bag. He hadn't had time to inventory his belongings these past few days, focusing on recovering from his injuries and trying to make a good impression.
Zhang Chaoqun's bag was made of a special material, impervious to water and fire, so the contents hadn't gotten wet from the water.
After a careful inventory, he found ten rifle bullets (unfortunately, he no longer had the rifle), a Browning pistol, over a hundred rounds of ammunition, a few flashbangs, and two high-explosive grenades—his entire weaponry, his trump card for survival in dangerous situations.
Zhang Chaoqun remembered his phone was at the very back of the bag, so he casually pulled it out. The phone used a state-of-the-art solar power system, so he wasn't worried about running out of battery. However, there was no signal now.
Opening the phone, Zhang Chaoqun's gaze softened. On the screen was a wedding photo of a man and a woman. The man was Zhang Chaoqun, and the woman was naturally his wife, Gu Ningxi.
The man was handsome and dashing, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, sporting a hearty smile. The woman was exceptionally beautiful, with a captivating charm and a slight upturn at the corners of her lips. The newlyweds in the photo looked so happy, but the only flaw was that the woman's jewel-like eyes held a faint chill, exuding a commanding presence that made it difficult to look directly at her.
Seeing this photo, Zhang Chaoqun realized that even when taking their wedding photos together, Gu Ningxi remained so indifferent, lacking any of the joy and happiness of a bride.
"Ah! Brother, who is this woman in the painting? She's so beautiful! But those eyes are so frightening, so cold, making you feel afraid to approach."
A little girl had appeared behind Zhang Chaoqun, her bright, expressive eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.
The little girl's words brought Zhang Chaoqun a sense of relief. Children don't lie; he and Gu Ningxi were already separated by death, and it was time to part ways.
Forgetting wasn't so easy, though. Seeing familiar objects would only bring back painful memories, memories too painful to recall. So, after making the toughest decision, Zhang Chaoqun resolutely deleted the photo.
He suddenly felt incredibly relieved. Since they couldn't meet again, why dwell on the past? Let bygones be bygones, let time wash everything away.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the little girl clung to his arm and said coquettishly, "Brother, you still haven't answered! Oh dear... what happened to that painting?"
Faced with the little girl's exclamation, Zhang Chaoqun just smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's gone, it's gone. Anyway, it's all sad stuff from the past! Let's not talk about it."
The little girl pouted and said, "Brother, don't talk so sadly and world-weary, okay? You don't look that old. The man in the painting is your father, isn't he?"
Zhang Chaoqun was taken aback, then smiled, "Well, it doesn't matter who it is. What matters is that I can draw myself and my little darling in it!"
Hearing the little girl's words, Zhang Chaoqun remembered why she liked to call him "little brother." Because of some unknown reason—whether it was time travel or something else—he looked at most sixteen years old. Apart from looking a bit more childish, his appearance hadn't changed much.
He was just a little dumbfounded. He hadn't expected such bizarre and unbelievable things to happen to him. He figured it was better to let the little girl misunderstand.
The little girl looked at the strange, glowing object in Zhang Chaoqun's hand and twirled around like a beautiful princess, exclaiming, "Really? Brother, can you draw me on this strange box?"
A strange, glowing box? Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but smile. "It's not called a box, it's a phone, remember that. Now, brother will draw for you!"
The little girl nodded excitedly. She'd never had anyone draw for her before, and she immediately smiled and said, "Brother, you have to draw well! I want to be as pretty as the woman you just drew."
Zhang Chaoqun smiled wryly, then said, "My little darling is so pretty, the 'drawing' will definitely be pretty."
Zhou Zhiruo smiled sweetly again, seemingly already used to Zhang Chaoqun's affectionate address, though a slight blush appeared on her smooth, white face, revealing a hint of shyness and joy.
Zhang Chaoqun said, "Stand still, um, you stand over here, the light is too dim over there. I can't 'draw' properly there."
This scoundrel Zhang Chaoqun, shameless and deceitful, continued to coax the innocent little girl.
Guided by Zhang Chaoqun, Zhou Xiaolu struck what she thought was her most beautiful pose. Zhang Chaoqun called out "Cheese," pressed the shutter, and captured the little girl's most beautiful image on this specially made phone.
When he showed the photo to the little girl, her rosy cheeks were filled with surprise, and as she spoke, a fragrance like orchids wafted out.
"Brother, how did you do that? It's amazing! Hehe, I never knew I was so pretty! Hehe."
Seeing the little girl's narcissism, Zhang Chaoqun didn't discourage her. He pretended to be profound and said, "Little darling, my drawing skills are divine. Of course I can draw someone instantly."
The little girl said, "Hmm, brother is so amazing! But can you give me the drawing? Do I have to keep drying it on this thing called a phone? But you didn't use a paintbrush just now, that's strange."
Zhang Chaoqun secretly wiped his sweat. His boast had backfired. He changed the subject, "Little darling, there are some really fun games on the phone. Let me teach you."
As he spoke, he opened a Snake game. Under Zhang Chaoqun's brilliant guidance, the clever little girl learned it in less than a minute and was having a great time playing on the phone.
Zhang Chaoqun finally breathed a sigh of relief. So little girls aren't so easily fooled after all. No wonder there are so many strange uncles.
*******************First published on Cuiweiju************At noon, the little girl got to eat Zhang Chaoqun's canned food again. Although there wasn't much left, Zhang Chaoqun felt bad that the little girl's meals were so poor, so he let her eat it all.
Seeing the little girl's innocent face full of smiles, Zhang Chaoqun felt incredibly satisfied.
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Chaoqun noticed that Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou hadn't returned, and he couldn't help but worry. Suddenly, a bad premonition arose in his heart.
In the original novel, "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," Zhou Zhiruo's parents were killed by Yuan soldiers, leaving this young girl an orphan. The couple had been so kind to him, and had even saved his life. He absolutely couldn't let them be cruelly killed by the Yuan soldiers.
Thinking of this, Zhang Chaoqun was extremely anxious. He picked up the little girl, who was enjoying the novelty of video games, and ignoring her shocked and confused eyes, got off the boat and chased after the couple who had left that morning.
During their run, the little girl pouted, slightly annoyed that Zhang Chaoqun had abruptly interrupted her game, and said, "Brother, what's wrong? Why are you carrying me while you run?"
Zhang Chaoqun didn't answer her, and instead, with the incredible speed of a top agent, he sped off in one direction.
After running for about two miles, Zhang Chaoqun saw a scene he couldn't believe. His heart burned with rage and righteous indignation, the anger building within him about to explode.
A horrific scene, an absolute horrific scene. The expected outcome had come true. Many corpses lay on the riverbank. Judging from their clothing, they were Han Chinese fishermen, just like the Zhou family.
Limbs were torn apart, flesh mangled, headless bodies scattered everywhere—children, adults, the elderly, women—it was a truly gruesome sight. Almost no one was a complete corpse.
Crimson blood stained the river, making it seem like a river of blood. A sense of the eerie, the bloodthirsty, the slaughter, the violent—all the negative feelings welled up within him.

Chapter 008 Divine Weapon Unleashed
"These beasts!"
Zhang Chaoqun roared angrily. He couldn't understand why they would slaughter their own compatriots when they were all Chinese. He was Chinese, and a Han Chinese at that. Seeing his fellow countrymen killing each other only brought him heartache and anger!
Since you want to kill! Then I will kill to the end. In the Han Dynasty, there was Huo Qubing, the Marquis of Champion. "How can I have a home when the Xiongnu are not yet destroyed?" "Those who offend the majesty of my Great Han, even if they are thousands of miles away, will be punished." He slaughtered these Mongol barbarians until they cried for their fathers and mothers, and then saw if they would dare to bully the Han people
again. Zhang Chaoqun glanced at the little girl in his arms. He hadn't expected Zhou Xiaoluo to be so strong. Her big, watery eyes were filled with tears, and crystal tears bloomed silently. Even so, she was strong enough not to cry out, nor did she faint like an ordinary girl at the sight of such a tragedy.
"Be good, close your eyes. Brother will take you to find your parents. I'll take care of everything."
Zhang Chaoqun's words seemed to possess boundless magic. Zhou Xiaoluo felt extremely sleepy, her beautiful eyes growing heavier and heavier until she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Zhang Chaoqun smiled faintly. He had used hypnosis. Although his mental strength was still weak, Zhou Xiaoluo had just suffered a tremendous blow, and her emotions were somewhat out of control. Only under these circumstances could he successfully use hypnosis.
Zhang Chaoqun knew that her parents were likely dead. Besides grief and anger, he felt a faint sadness. He felt sorrow and pity for this little girl who had lost her parents at such a young age. Unable to bear seeing her parents' tragic fate, Zhang Chaoqun had no choice but to use this method.
Zhang Chaoqun looked at the little girl with gentle eyes, then glanced at the innocent Han Chinese civilians who had died tragically. His dark eyes turned cold, as if a chill could be felt in the air.
The slaughter began!
*******First published on Cuiweiju*********** "Grandmaster, these Tartars are too hateful! I must teach them a lesson!"
A pale-faced boy of about fourteen or fifteen stood at a distance, gritting his teeth as he watched the Yuan soldiers slaughter the civilians. In his anger, he spoke to an elderly man with white hair and a beard beside him. His anger was unmistakable.
The old man had a kind face, but unlike the old man, his cloudy eyes were also filled with rage. This was intolerable. He said calmly, "I am a man of the outside world, but the Tartars are cruel and ruthless, slaughtering my people. Even if you hadn't spoken up today, Wuji, I would still have punished these beasts. Wuji, be careful. If things get too difficult, retreat immediately."
The young man named Wuji nodded, about to leap into the battle and teach these Yuan Mongol Tartars a lesson. He already knew that the few who were resisting were exhausted, and only one young man remained, stubbornly fighting back, already wounded in several places.
Just as the young man was about to die at the hands of the Yuan people, a huge roar suddenly sounded beside him. The Yuan soldier who had slashed at the man immediately had a bloody hole in his head.
The loud noise stunned the Tartar soldiers, who dared not move, and they stared dumbfounded as their comrade fell upright on the riverbank. This astonishing turn of events left everyone speechless, including the old man with the air of a hermit.
"Whose hidden weapon is so powerful that even this old Taoist could only vaguely see a black afterimage flying towards the Yuan soldier?"
The old man was eager to see who possessed such skill. And what was the cause of that huge sound?
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. A hundred meters away, a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes was carrying a young girl and running towards them at a speed that seemed incredibly fast to ordinary people, even to most experts.
When he reached the old man's side, the young man looked him over. Although the old man's face showed shock, his eyes remained clear. His blue Taoist robe fluttered in the river breeze, making him look like a sage with an otherworldly air.
Zhang Chaoqun saw that the old Taoist had a kind face and a kind demeanor, and his whole body exuded a feeling of approachability yet unfathomable depth. He knew that the old Taoist was definitely not a treacherous person, because Zhang Chaoqun only saw indignant anger and compassionate pity in his eyes.
The eyes are the windows to the soul. Zhang Chaoqun immediately handed the little girl to the old Taoist priest, hurriedly saying, "Taoist priest, please look after my little sister. Thank you."
Without waiting for a reply, he drew his specially crafted refined gold dagger and charged into the Yuan soldiers like an eagle hunting a rabbit.
The old Taoist priest, holding the little girl, showed no surprise, only a faint smile, his gentle gaze fixed on Zhang Chaoqun, seemingly expecting something.
Zhang Chaoqun roughly counted; there were about fifty or sixty Yuan soldiers, probably a small squad. Some were lying on the ground, apparently taken down by the man he had just rescued. Although he didn't know how capable these ancient soldiers were, Zhang Chaoqun remained fearless. He was a top modern special agent; what kind of people hadn't he seen?
But even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them. Zhang Chaoqun didn't dare to be too careless and launched a swift and decisive attack. His specially crafted gold dagger, with a strange and deadly technique, slashed the carotid arteries of two Tatar soldiers, causing blood to gush out. Clutching their wounds, they collapsed to the ground, seemingly beyond saving.
The dagger traced a graceful arc as it continued its attack on the Yuan soldiers, like a grim reaper, instantly claiming their lives.
By this time, the Yuan soldiers had recovered from their shock. The Yuan were renowned for their horsemanship and archery on the grasslands, and their strength far surpassed that of the Han. Having returned from bloody battlefields, they disregarded the young man and surrounded Zhang Chaoqun.
"Well done,"
Zhang Chaoqun sneered, employing hit-and-run tactics. Using his swift movements, he prevented the Yuan soldiers from encircling him, focusing his attacks on a single point. The Yuan soldiers used curved swords, which were a perfect advantage for Zhang Chaoqun.
Zhang Chaoqun's kung fu combined the strengths of various schools, and he had even studied Wing Chun. He used his wrist to generate short-range power, and his dagger was their reaping machine.
The dagger, only twenty centimeters long, was like a divine weapon, cutting through the Yuan soldiers' curved swords at the slightest touch. While they were still stunned, Zhang Chaoqun's dagger had already mercilessly reaped their lives.
"Grandmaster, I don't know what kind of movement technique this brother used, it was so effortless and comfortable. I don't think he had any internal energy, but his strength was extremely fierce, and his technique was incredibly beautiful, it was simply a pleasure. And that strange dagger was so sharp. Grandmaster, can you tell what school he belongs to?"
The young man, who had never seen such graceful killing movements, was extremely astonished and hurriedly asked the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist's eyes gleamed, and he laughed heartily, "Wuji, this young man's external martial arts have reached such a level! In my hundred years of life, this is the first time I've seen someone like this. He must have undergone extensive physical training to achieve this level of strength. This young man has excellent aptitude; he's definitely a martial arts prodigy."
"As for that dagger, I can't tell its origin, but its sharpness is definitely no less than that of the Heaven-Reliant Sword."
The old Taoist's eyes were incredibly sharp; he immediately recognized that the dagger was no ordinary weapon.
The old Taoist's words stirred a storm in the young man's heart. He hadn't expected to encounter such an extraordinary person. Judging from his master's words, it seemed he wanted that young man to become his disciple.
Zhang Chaoqun, unaware that he had become prey, delivered a whirlwind kick to the chest of a Yuan soldier and fell to the ground. Within three to five minutes, most of the Yuan soldiers had fallen. He was slightly shocked; these Yuan soldiers were indeed extraordinary, possessing at least the strength of ordinary special forces.
However, encountering him was simply bad luck for these Yuan soldiers. Like tigers among sheep, they continued their rampage, slaughtering these beasts! The Yuan soldiers seemed to be intimidated by this god of death, their previous arrogance and sharpness gone, replaced by considerable fear of Zhang Chaoqun.
With one side's morale soaring and the other's waning, the outcome was predictable.
Zhang Chaoqun's method of killing was indeed graceful; at least he didn't get a single drop of blood on his clothes, which utterly shattered the Yuan soldiers' hopes. Their cold eyes were like those of someone looking at the dead.
The young man seemed to be inspired by Zhang Chaoqun, his fighting spirit surging again. He raised his longsword and charged at the Yuan soldiers.
Zhang Chaoqun and the young man exchanged a smile, continuing their brutal slaughter of these less-than-beastly creatures.
One by one, the Tartars fell. When only one Yuan soldier remained, he seemed to know his fate. He gritted his teeth, his eyes catching sight of the old Taoist priest, the young man, and the little girl the old Taoist was holding. A malicious intent arose within him. Suddenly, he raised his knife and slashed at the old Taoist priest
. Zhang Chaoqun and the young man were both slightly startled; it was too late to rescue her. Zhang Chaoqun was frantic; the little girl was still in the old Taoist priest's hands. How could she have escaped? It was all his fault for being careless. Just as he was about to draw his gun to kill the Tartar,
he witnessed an incredibly horrifying scene.
The old man freed one hand and casually pushed out a palm strike. This seemingly insignificant palm strike contained wave after wave of palm force.
"Bang..."
The Yuan soldier spat out a mouthful of blood and plunged into the river dozens of meters away like a kite with a broken string; he was most likely dead.
Zhang Chaoqun's head was buzzing. This was a master with internal energy? So strong? He was immediately disheartened! But little did he know that only this old Taoist possessed such power. Even against a second-rate master, he wouldn't be defeated. Without the aid of internal energy, he was already unprecedented and unparalleled.
Suddenly, a scene flashed through Zhang Chaoqun's mind, and he exclaimed in shock, "Are you Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Zhenren?"

Chapter 009 Zhang Sanfeng Accepts Disciples (Part 1)
This was the first time Zhang Chaoqun had seen a master of internal martial arts. He hadn't expected that a casual palm strike could send someone flying so far, risking their life. This made him realize his shortcomings in this world. Although he had a gun, this was definitely not a long-term solution.
Firstly, pistol bullets were limited; secondly, some masters were simply beyond the reach of a pistol. What if there were some kind of invincible shield in this world? Wouldn't his pistol become useless scrap metal? To protect his loved ones, he needed to possess great strength, but haste makes waste, and Rome wasn't built in a day. Moreover, without the guidance of a master, one is like a headless fly, unable to find the right method.
Zhang Sanfeng was not surprised by this, but the young man stared at Zhang Chaoqun in utter astonishment, saying, "Brother, how did you recognize my master?"
Zhang Chaoqun did not answer, but instead excitedly said to Zhang Sanfeng, "Are you really Master Zhang? I have admired you for a long time, and I never thought I would have the honor of meeting you today. My life is complete."
Zhang Chaoqun had always admired Zhang Sanfeng. Legend has it that Zhang Sanfeng lived to be 147 years old; whether this is true or not is impossible to verify, but one thing is certain: he was indeed a legend.
Zhang Sanfeng, courtesy name Junbao, sobriquet Xuanxuanzi, was said to be tall and imposing, with large ears, round eyes, and a beard like a halberd. Regardless of the weather, he wore only a single robe and a straw raincoat, could eat a bushel of food in one meal, or eat only once every few days, or go without food for months, and could foresee events. He was a wanderer. While residing at Jintai Temple in Baoji, he was said to have died and then resurrected. His followers called this a "spirit of the Yang" that traveled to the Ming Dynasty, claiming to be a "remnant of the Yuan Dynasty." He appeared and disappeared intermittently, his whereabouts unpredictable.
Wudang martial arts and Shaolin Kung Fu, representing the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts, are two brilliant pearls in the treasure trove of national historical heritage. Based on the different characteristics of Wudang and Shaolin martial arts, Chinese martial arts are divided into Southern and Northern schools, and internal and external styles, with the saying "The North reveres Shaolin, the South admires Wudang." Shaolin Kung Fu venerates Bodhidharma as its founder, while Wudang Kung Fu is founded by Zhang Sanfeng.
In the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," Tai Chi Chuan was created by Zhang Sanfeng, emphasizing using softness to overcome hardness, using minimal force to deflect great weight, combining the winding, gentle movements of a long snake with the soft-overcoming-hardness principle of internal martial arts, making it incredibly powerful.
The internal martial arts he created, such as Tai Chi, Bagua, Xingyi, Five Elements, Chunyang, Hunyuan, and Xuanwu Staff, all derive their names and styles from Taoist scriptures. Internal martial arts are profound and diverse, with numerous schools, but all revere Zhang Sanfeng as their patriarch. Their techniques share common characteristics: an emphasis on internal strength, the interplay of Yin and Yang, steady movements, restrained postures, powerful and profound strength, and a serene spirit; they stress the harmonious unity of intention, Qi, and force. In practical combat, this manifests as using softness to overcome hardness and stillness to control movement. These characteristics align perfectly with the Taoist principles of tranquility, gentleness, and non-action, and the Taoist "Three Treasures" of refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, and refining spirit into emptiness.
Zhang Sanfeng retired to Wudang Mountain, becoming known as the Reclusive Immortal. He deeply resented certain Taoists who, after a few years of practice and acquiring a mere sliver of secret techniques, used them to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy for riches and honor. Viewing fame and fortune as fleeting clouds, and hating evil as if it were an enemy, Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, in his later years, possessed divine swordsmanship and rarely used a sword. Even when forced to fight, he only used ordinary iron or wooden swords.
Wasn't this Zhang Sanfeng in his later years, having reached the level of a Grandmaster? Even the Mongol Tartars highly praised Zhang Sanfeng, which truly brought honor to the Han people and was extremely gratifying.
"Amitabha, you flatter me, young man. I dare not accept the title of 'True Man'." Zhang Sanfeng
, slightly surprised, looked at the imposing young man and smiled, "Young man, have you ever met this old Daoist? Otherwise, how could you recognize me at a glance?"
Zhang Chaoqun replied somewhat awkwardly, "Actually, I was just guessing. I saw your kind face and gentle eyes, and the palm strike you gave that Tartar just now seemed to use Wudang's Bagua Fist. Moreover, perhaps only True Man Zhang could achieve that palm power, so I made a bold guess."
Although Zhang Chaoqun had never practiced internal energy, he had seen Bagua Fist before, and that palm strike was indeed derived from Bagua Fist.
Zhang Sanfeng was even more surprised. He hadn't expected this young man to not only have a strong physique and have mastered external martial arts to the extreme, but also possess extraordinary knowledge. Coupled with his excellent aptitude, he was definitely a promising talent.
"I never expected you to have such insight, young man. It truly surprises this old Daoist. Is this little girl your sister? Now she's returned to her rightful place."
Zhang Sanfeng handed Zhou Zhiruo back to Zhang Chaoqun, who immediately embraced the little girl's soft, smooth body, his gaze towards her tender.
"Brother, you're truly amazing. My name is Zhang Wuji, I'm fifteen years old. May I befriend you?"
The young man was Zhang Wuji, Zhang Chaoqun had already guessed, but he deliberately ignored him. Heh, who told him to try and steal his woman?
Since they had already shown such sincerity, Zhang Chaoqun couldn't be impolite in front of Master Zhang. He smiled faintly and said, "No need for formalities. So you're Brother Wuji. I am Zhang Chaoqun, a year older than you, and we're even from the same clan."
Zhang Wuji said, "So your surname is Zhang, brother. May I call you Brother Chaoqun?"
Zhang Chaoqun smiled faintly and said, "Hehe, I told you, don't be so polite, just call me brother."
Zhang Wuji nodded.
Seeing his pale face and weak constitution, Zhang Chaoqun knew that, like in the original story, he had been struck by the Xuanming Palm of the Xuanming Elders. Zhang Sanfeng was currently taking him around seeking medical help.
"Brother Zhang, I can hardly repay your life-saving grace. If you ever need my help in the future, I, Chang Yuchun, will repay you with my life,"
said the man Zhang Chaoqun had saved, who had already overheard their conversation. He approached and clasped his hands in greeting.
Zhang Chaoqun then remembered that he had saved a man. Upon hearing the man introduce himself, he wasn't surprised and laughed, "So it's Brother Chang! I just happened to be there. Besides, anyone with a modicum of courage wouldn't let these beasts, worse than pigs and dogs, go unpunished."
Chang Yuchun laughed heartily, "Brother Zhang is right. I, Old Chang, also can't stand these Mongol barbarians. One day, we Han people will drive them out and let the people live in peace and prosperity again."
Zhang Chaoqun knew that Chang Yuchun was a member of the Ming Cult and would later become a powerful general under Zhu Yuanzhang. "Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste while on the road, frozen corpses lie." Zhang Chaoqun despised Zhu Yuanzhang the most for his incompetence; such a person becoming emperor and imposing maritime bans led to the Ming Dynasty's closed-off environment, indirectly contributing to its later lag behind other countries by so many years.
“Brother Chang is right. The Mongol invaders have occupied our beautiful land, and the Han people are treated like pigs and dogs. Our people are displaced and suffering. We cannot sit idly by. A true man's ambition lies in all directions. We should unite and drive the Mongol invaders out of the Central Plains, bringing peace to the Han people.”
Since Zhang Chaoqun had already done this favor, he would make use of it, as he had already decided to replace Zhu Chongba.
Chang Yuchun was slightly excited and said, “I didn’t expect Brother Zhang to be such a passionate man. Our Ming Cult has already been organizing a counterattack against the Mongol invaders. Since Brother Zhang has such ambition, how about joining our Ming Cult?”
Zhang Chaoqun smiled faintly and said, “Brother Chang, it’s too early to say such things now. Besides, I don’t know much about the Ming Cult. If the Ming Cult is really as you say, I will definitely join without hesitation.”
Zhang Chaoqun didn't want to get involved with the Ming Cult anytime soon. After all, in the eyes of these martial arts figures, the Ming Cult was an unforgivable demonic sect. Getting involved now would be asking for trouble, wouldn't it? Being hunted down by these self-righteous righteous people would be a nightmare.
Chang Yuchun didn't force him. He walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master Zhang."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly, "Amitabha, Hero Chang greets you."
Chang Yuchun glanced at Zhang Sanfeng, then at Zhang Chaoqun, and was about to speak when he suddenly let out a miserable groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His legs gave way, and he was about to collapse to the ground.
Zhang Chaoqun was shocked. It turned out Chang Yuchun was still suffering from internal injuries. No wonder he couldn't handle the Yuan soldiers earlier. He remembered that in the original story, Chang Yuchun was escorting Zhou Ziwang's child south. Zhou Ziwang was the chief disciple of the Maitreya Sect within the Ming Cult, a powerful sect
. Several years ago, he launched a rebellion in Yuanzhou, Jiangxi, declaring himself emperor and establishing the Zhou dynasty. His rebellion was soon crushed by the Yuan army, and Zhou Ziwang was captured and beheaded. Although the Maitreya Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect were not affiliated, they were both branches of the Ming Cult and had deep historical ties. When Zhou Ziwang rebelled, Yin Tianzheng had offered his support in Zhejiang.
But where was Zhou Ziwang's son? Zhang Chaoqun, holding Zhou Zhiruo, couldn't easily help him. Besides, someone had already stepped forward to help Chang Yuchun sit down.
Zhang Wuji helped Chang Yuchun sit down and anxiously called to Zhang Sanfeng, "Grandmaster, this Brother Chang seems to be seriously injured."
Zhang Sanfeng grasped his hand, but found it icy cold, and was slightly startled, saying, "Hero Chang seems to have been injured for some time." Zhang
Sanfeng took his pulse and found it weak. He then undressed him and examined the wound, and was even more horrified. The area where he had been struck in the palm was swollen to an inch, a truly serious injury. Anyone else would have succumbed long ago, but this man had fought valiantly against a powerful enemy, a truly remarkable hero. He
immediately took out a high-quality pill and fed it to Chang Yuchun. Just then, another painful groan was heard.

Chapter 010 Zhang Sanfeng Accepts Disciples (Part 2)
It was Zhang Wuji, who had remained silent, who groaned softly from the pain of the raging cold poison. Shivering on the ground, his lips were dry and cracked, turning white.
Zhang Sanfeng was startled again, helping Zhang Wuji to his feet and pressing his palm against his back, using his internal energy to suppress the cold poison.
Zhang Chaoqun stood silently by, somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected such a healing method to exist, and he had truly learned something new today.
As time passed, Zhang Wuji's pale face regained some color, and his jaw stopped trembling. At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his palm strike and asked with concern, "Wuji, how are you feeling?"
Zhang Wuji replied softly, "Grandmaster, I'm fine, but the cold poison is getting worse with each attack. I'm afraid we can't travel far this time."
Chang Yuchun's injuries had also been suppressed, and he asked Zhang Sanfeng, "Master Zhang, why is Brother Wuji like this? Did he suffer some kind of insidious palm strike?" Zhang
Sanfeng nodded silently, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Seeing this, Chang Yuchun continued, "I have a master with exceptional medical skills. This young man is afflicted with a strange illness. If you trust me, Master Zhang, I'm willing to take him to my master for treatment."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head sadly, "My grand-disciple has been struck by the most insidious Xuanming Palm. Even with the best medical skills… I'm afraid it will be useless…"
Zhang Chaoqun then said, "Master Zhang, I've heard that the Ming Cult has a 'refusal to save those in dire need' physician named Hu Qingniu. However, he has a strange temper and doesn't treat just anyone."
Chang Yuchun was slightly startled, looking at Zhang Chaoqun with surprise. "Brother Zhang is right. My master is indeed the 'refusal to save those in dire need' Hu Qingniu. I didn't expect you to even know this."
Zhang Chaoqun smiled faintly and said to Zhang Sanfeng, "Master Zhang, perhaps Hu Qingniu can truly cure Brother Wuji's injury!" Zhang
Sanfeng was now at his wit's end. He had originally intended to seek the Nine Yang Divine Skill from Shaolin and Emei, but Shaolin refused. He then considered asking Emei, but even if Emei agreed to lend him the Nine Yang Divine Skill, it wouldn't be complete. He had already given up
hope. Zhang Sanfeng had also heard of Hu Qingniu's medical skills, and a glimmer of hope arose in him. He said, "Hero Chang, if you can help my grand-disciple expel the cold poison, and if you can help me in the future, my Wudang Sect will do its utmost to assist you."
Chang Yuchun said, "Master Zhang, you are too kind. Even just for Brother Zhang's life-saving grace, I cannot stand idly by."
After saying this, he seemed to aggravate his wound, wincing in pain.
Zhang Sanfeng was naturally extremely grateful and used his profound internal energy to suppress Chang Yuchun's internal injuries, but this was only a temporary measure.
Zhang Chaoqun then said, "I think Brother Wuji and Brother Chang both need a place to recuperate. Our small boat is moored just a few meters away, so why don't we go there to recuperate?" Zhang
Sanfeng naturally nodded in agreement. He had always felt indebted to Zhang Cuishan, so he doted on Zhang Wuji. However, he was powerless to help Zhang Wuji with his cold poison, which only intensified his guilt and self-reproach.
Back on Zhou Zhiruo's small boat, after settling Zhang Wuji and Chang Yuchun, Zhang Chaoqun, sitting at the bow, was troubled. He looked at the sleeping little girl in his arms with immense pity. Zhang Chaoqun didn't know how to tell her when she woke up. Although he hadn't witnessed the Zhou couple's murder,
he didn't dare think further. He didn't know how she would react if she learned the tragic news of her parents' deaths.
"Chaoqun, are you worried about this little girl?"
Zhang Sanfeng had appeared behind him unnoticed.
Zhang Chaoqun stood up, still holding the little girl. Seeing Zhang Sanfeng call his name, it seemed he already considered him a junior. He honestly replied, "Yes, her parents are likely dead. I don't know how to tell her when she wakes up."
Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the little girl in Zhang Chaoqun's arms and said, "This little girl isn't your biological sister, is she?" The
girl was about ten years old, dressed in tattered clothes, barefoot, clearly a poor boat girl, but with a beautiful face—a true beauty. Seeing Zhang Chaoqun's concern, he assumed their relationship was special. Zhang Chaoqun
chuckled sheepishly, "Well, she and I have secretly pledged our lives to each other..."
Even with his thick skin, Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but blush slightly, as if his face was burning. A little girl, what a sin!
"Hehe, don't be shy. Men should marry when they're of age, and women should marry when they're of age. I think this little girl is a real beauty, and you are a dragon among men. The two of you are a perfect match, a perfect couple."
Zhang Chaoqun was surprised that even Master Zhang would make fun of people. " A man should marry when he's of age, that's a good saying! But a woman should marry when she's of age? She's only twelve! I'm sweating bullets!
" Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and asked, "What's this little girl's name?"
Zhang Chaoqun replied, "Zhou Zhiruo. " Zhang Sanfeng stroked
his long beard and said, "A boat girl, what a fine name. Does she live here?" Zhang Chaoqun nodded,
"Yes, she's a fisherman's daughter, so I cherish her especially. " Zhang Sanfeng asked,
"Does she have any relatives?" Zhang Chaoqun
replied, "No, I'm her only relative."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and changed the subject, "Chaoqun, I see you haven't cultivated internal energy, but your aptitude is exceptional, and your knowledge is considerable. This old Daoist has a request: I'd like to take you as my disciple. What do you say?"
Zhang Chaoqun was overjoyed upon hearing this. He had already intended to become Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, but the master was a peerless martial artist who rarely accepted disciples, and he didn't know how to broach the subject. Holding the little girl, he immediately knelt down and loudly proclaimed, "Master, please accept my bow."
He was about to kneel when he remembered he was holding the little girl. Zhang Sanfeng chuckled and used his inner strength to lift him up, making Zhang Chaoqun feel a peaceful power that straightened his back.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Get up first. We can do these formalities when we return to Wudang Mountain. For now, you can be a disciple in name only."
Zhang Chaoqun didn't stand on ceremony, stood up, and nodded in agreement.
Zhang Sanfeng asked, "Do you know how many disciples I have?"
"Seven disciples!"
This was no problem for Zhang Chaoqun. "They are Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu, collectively known as the Seven Heroes of Wudang. I wonder if I'm right
, disciple?" Zhang Sanfeng nodded. "That's right. I haven't taken on any disciples for many years. I took you as my disciple firstly because of your exceptional talent and potential; secondly, and most importantly, because you are a person of courage, conscience, and a sense of justice. When I take on disciples, I always test their character first. We people always help those in need, and you've done very well in that regard."
Zhang Chaoqun secretly wiped his sweat, feeling fortunate. His supposed act of heroism was simply outrage at the Yuan soldiers' indiscriminate killing of innocent people.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji called out "Grandmaster." Zhang Sanfeng, worried about his injuries, instructed Zhang Chaoqun not to reveal this matter to others for the time being, to which Zhang Chaoqun readily agreed.
Zhang Sanfeng channeled his internal energy into Zhang Wuji, and soon Zhang Wuji awoke peacefully. Chang Yuchun said, "Master Zhang, your skill is profound and your supernatural powers are vast. Although this young brother is severely poisoned, surely you can resolve it?"
Zhang Sanfeng replied, "Yes!"
However, his left hand, which was extended beneath Zhang Wuji, gently shook twice, implying that the poison was severe and difficult to cure, but he didn't want Zhang Wuji to know it himself.
Chang Yuchun was secretly startled. Zhang Chaoqun said from the side, "Now that things have come to this, Master...Master Zhang, if Wuji doesn't go to Doctor Hu for treatment, I'm afraid the poison in his body will invade his heart meridian, and then it will be really difficult to cure. Why don't I accompany Wuji to Butterfly Valley?"
Zhang Sanfeng hesitated for a moment. Zhang Wuji was his beloved disciple's only bloodline. He was extremely worried about entrusting him to the hands of the Demonic Sect disciples who were known for their strangeness and evil. Now that his newly accepted disciple was going with him, he felt much more at ease.
At this moment, Wuji's poison had penetrated to the bone, and he was on the verge of death. A decisive action was needed. Zhang Chaoqun said, "That would be good, of course. However, Chaoqun, Mr. Hu has a rule: he will never treat those outside the sect. If Mr. Hu can cure him, that's fine, but if you force Wuji to join the sect, that is absolutely unacceptable."
He knew that the members of the Demonic Sect acted mysteriously. If one were to become entangled with them, their lingering influence would cause countless troubles. Zhang Cuishan's death and disgrace were a living example.
Zhang Chaoqun naturally knew that Zhang Wuji would not only join the sect but also become its leader. Zhang Sanfeng's worries were completely unnecessary. He nodded and said, "Chaoqun understands."
Chang Yuchun, however, was displeased and said loudly, "Old Daoist, you underestimate the people of the Ming Cult. If Uncle-Master Hu refuses to treat Brother Wuji, I will exchange my life for his."
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled, "Hero Chang, there's no need to worry. I know you are upright and honest, truly a top-notch..." "You upright and honorable man, I have some unpleasant advice to give you, I hope you won't take offense."
Chang Yuchun said, "Old Daoist, how could I dare to take offense?"
Zhang Sanfeng said, "Good! I advise you to repent and abandon your evil sect immediately. If you don't mind the low skill level of the Wudang Sect, I will order my eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao, to take you as his disciple. In the future, you can roam the martial world with pride, and no one will dare to look down on you."
Song Yuanqiao was the leader of the Seven Heroes, famous throughout the world. It was not easy for ordinary martial artists to even see him. The Wudang heroes had only recently begun to accept disciples, but the selection was very strict. Unless one's aptitude, character, and temperament were all excellent, one could not join the Wudang sect. Chang Yuchun came from the evil sect, which would make ordinary people frown upon hearing it. Yet, he was favored by Zhang Sanfeng and asked to join Song Yuanqiao's sect. For a martial arts student, this was an extremely rare and great fortune.
Zhang Chaoqun, who had just been verbally promised to be Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, was disheartened to see him again considering taking on disciples. It seemed the old man had gotten carried away with taking on disciples; the more he took, the less precious they became. He then thought, "I've become Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, while Chang Yuchun has joined Song Yuanqiao's school. In a way, I'm his senior uncle!
" A sense of pride welled up within him. However, Chang Yuchun loudly proclaimed, "I am deeply grateful for Master Zhang's high regard, but I belong to the Ming Cult and would never dare to betray his teachings."
Zhang Chaoqun suddenly remembered that Chang Yuchun had not joined the Wudang Cult.
Zhang Sanfeng tried to persuade him a few more times, but Chang Yuchun resolutely refused. Seeing his stubbornness, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed.

Chapter 011 Heading Straight to Butterfly Valley
Zhang Sanfeng gave Zhang Chaoqun some more instructions, glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and said, "I will take this little girl to Wudang Mountain and find a way to settle her there."
Zhang Chaoqun knew that if he took her, he would be taking her to the Emei Sect. That Abbess Miejue was no good; all that clattering and chattering could corrupt my little girl. He hurriedly said, "Master Zhang, my sister has just lost both her parents; I'm her only family now. I must keep her by my side."
Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said, "What you say makes sense. Young man, you shouldn't be so obsessed with women. If Mr. Hu cures Wuji, take him back to Wudang Mountain immediately."
Zhang Chaoqun said happily, "I know, Master...Master Zhang!"
This is wonderful! To become a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang School is something many people dream of, and I'm so lucky! In the original story, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were famous throughout the world, and now there's one more, Zhang Chaoqun. In the future, not only will I learn internal martial arts, but when I walk on the street, who won't respect me and call me the Eighth Hero of Wudang! Uh, that title is a bit awkward. Luckily, my surname is Zhang. If my surname were Wang, wouldn't people call me the Eighth Hero of Wang?
Just as he was feeling depressed about his future title, Zhou Zhiruo woke up, threw herself into Zhang Chaoqun's arms, and burst into tears, sobbing. Zhang Chaoqun was heartbroken by her tears. The Zhou couple had treated him exceptionally well, and Zhou had even secretly promised her beloved daughter to him. Yet, he had completely forgotten about the Yuan soldiers. Filled with shame and sorrow, Zhang Chaoqun tightly embraced Zhou Zhiruo, gently comforting her.
Just then, Zhang Wuji suddenly approached, saying, "Junior Uncle, Sister Zhou."
Zhang Chaoqun was startled to hear him call him Junior Uncle. Zhang Wuji smiled, "Grandmaster told me he's taken you as his last disciple."
No way! He'd said he wouldn't tell anyone for now, and then he went to tell Zhang Wuji! That old man!
Suddenly, he noticed Zhang Wuji's gaze towards Zhou Zhiruo—it was a little… a little strange! This kid, his eyes are shining brightly, a wolf! Zhang Chaoqun was startled, and suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his back. This kid had stolen my little Zhou Zhiruo in the original story! Now that I'm here, he has no choice! His eyes darted around, and he said to Zhang Sanfeng, "Master, I suddenly think it would be better if my sister went to Wudang with you. After all, it's not safe for me on this journey. I have to take care of Wuji and my sister at the same time; it's a bit overwhelming."
Zhou Zhiruo trembled, "Brother, you...you don't want Zhiruo anymore?"
Her small hands gripped Zhang Chaoqun tightly, as if afraid he would run away. Her beautiful face was filled with panic, a heartbreaking sight. Zhang Chaoqun smiled and shook his head, "How could that be? I love Zhiruo the most. However, if you come with me, how will I take care of Brother Wuji? Wuji isn't well, and Brother Yuchun is also injured."
Zhou Zhiruo glared fiercely at Zhang Wuji not far away, and snorted resentfully. Zhang Chaoqun was overjoyed, thinking: This is perfect! I've been cultivating my wife's dislike for you, Zhang Wuji, since she was little. You've missed your chance, haha…
“Besides, your health isn't good. If you go with this old Taoist priest, do you think he'll mistreat you? By then, you'll be even more beautiful, right? Then, hehe…”
Zhou Zhiruo blushed deeply and said sweetly, “Then, Zhiruo will marry you.”
Zhang Chaoqun was taken aback. Who said ancient women were conservative? Under my tutelage, even a stone maiden has become enlightened!
“Be a good girl and listen to this old Taoist priest. Then you won't be able to refuse to marry me.”
Zhang Chaoqun lowered his head and kissed Zhou Zhiruo on the forehead. In front of everyone, Zhou Zhiruo immediately blushed deeply. In her embarrassment and panic, she tried to pull away, but how could she escape Zhang Chaoqun? The tender body under Zhang Chaoqun's unscrupulous clutches triggered his primal desires, but in front of so many people, Zhang Chaoqun dared not act recklessly.
Early the next morning, Zhang Sanfeng, accompanied by Zhou Zhiruo, parted ways with Zhang Chaoqun, Chang Yuchun, and Zhang Wuji. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were red and swollen, her exquisitely beautiful face glistening with tears, making Zhang Chaoqun reluctant to part with her. However, for the sake of their future sexual happiness, he couldn't give Zhang Wuji even the slightest chance! "
My dear little Zhiruo, we're thinking about the future, you're still too young. Having such a beautiful little girl by your side all the time, one wrong move and you'll be pushed down. But pushing her down isn't a big deal, isn't there an old saying that girls over 60 pounds can give birth? Hehe, but that's ancient people without culture. Being too young will affect future development. Touching and pinching is fine, but anything more intimate is best avoided." Zhang Chaoqun suddenly felt a halo appear on his forehead.
"I'll come to Wudang Mountain to find you as soon as Wuji recovers! Don't worry, don't cry, it's not like we're facing life and death."
A soft, delicate hand covered Zhang Chaoqun's mouth. "Brother, don't say 'death,' Zhiruo doesn't want to hear that word. If anything happens to you... if anything happens to you, Zhiruo will never live on!"
A strong resolve shone in her bright, clear eyes. Zhang Chaoqun's heart trembled, and he hugged Zhou Zhiruo tightly. Her small, innocent face pressed against his chest, but Zhang Chaoqun felt no romantic thoughts, only deep emotion.
A grown man nearing thirty, moved to tears by a twelve-year-old girl—how embarrassing! So embarrassing!
"Don't say that, I'll cry. Don't worry, who am I? I'm Zhang Chaoqun! Exceptional martial arts skills, exceptional character, and naturally, exceptional luck too! I won't die. We'll have a good life together in the future, right? Be good, wait for your brother to come back. The more obedient you are, the sooner I'll marry you and make you my precious wife!"
"Ew... Brother, you're so cheesy!"
Zhou Zhiruo smiled brightly, all traces of sadness from before vanishing.
Zhang Sanfeng stood at a distance, seeing the two children so reluctant to part, and couldn't help but smile. After the two finished their intimate display, oblivious to everyone else, he stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Chaoqun, just come back soon. I'll take good care of Miss Zhou."
Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face was flushed. Just now, her brother Chaoqun had secretly pinched her little bag a few times, and her young heart was filled with both shyness and joy. ...
After a reluctant farewell, Chang Yuchun hired a riverboat and sailed straight to Hankou. After arriving in Hankou, he transferred to another Yangtze River boat and sailed down the river. The Butterfly Valley, where the legendary physician Hu Qingniu lived in seclusion, was located near the shore of Nüshan Lake in northern Anhui. The Yangtze River flows southeast from Hankou to Jiujiang, then turns northeast into Anhui after reaching Jiujiang.
During this time, Zhang Wuji suffered a relapse of his internal cold poison, but he endured the pain without complaint. Zhang Chaoqun and Chang Yuchun, observing this, secretly admired him. This young man was only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet his stubborn and tenacious nature made it no wonder he would one day encounter extraordinary events.
One day, the three arrived at Guabu, downstream from Jiqing, abandoned their boat, hired a large cart, and headed north. After several days, they reached Mingguang, east of Fengyang. Chang Yuchun knew that his senior uncle Hu disliked others knowing his secluded location, so when they were still more than twenty miles from Butterfly Valley near Nüshan Lake, he sent the cart back.
The three walked for a long time. Because the mountain path was rugged, not only Zhang Wuji, who suffered from the cold poison, but Chang Yuchun, who had also been struck twice by the two Tibetan monks and suffered serious internal injuries, walked extremely slowly. It wasn't until almost dark that they reached a grove of trees. The two wounded men lay exhausted under a tree. Zhang Chaoqun, being a special agent, was still full of energy. Seeing their exhaustion, he had no choice but to stop and rest with them . They had just finished eating their rations when they heard the sound of clashing weapons in the distance, followed by shouts: "Which way?"
"Block the east side and force him into the woods."
"This time, we can't let that bald thief escape again."
Following the sound of footsteps, the group rushed into the woods.

Chapter 012 Encountering Monk Peng Chang
Yuchun was startled, drew his sword, picked up Zhang Wuji with his left arm, and leaped up, saying, "Brother Chaoqun, be careful!"
Zhang Chaoqun nodded solemnly, bent down to pick up a slightly thick branch, and wondered to himself, did this scene actually occur in the original story? Could it be those people targeted by Granny Jin Hua? Then he remembered someone shouting, "Don't let the bald thief get away!"
This couldn't be referring to them! Relieved, he turned and waved to Chang Yuchun and the pale-faced Zhang Wuji, saying softly, "It has nothing to do with us; they're not after us."
Chang Yuchun nodded, relieved. Zhang Chaoqun peered through the trees. In the darkness, he could vaguely see seven or eight people fighting around one person. The person in the middle was unarmed, his palms flying, forcing the enemy to stay away. After a while, the group gradually moved closer.
Soon, a bright moon emerged from the clouds, its clear light spilling onto the ground. The person in the middle was dressed in white monk's robes; he was a tall, thin monk in his forties. Among those attacking him were monks, Taoists, laymen, and two women—eight in total. Two grey-robed monks, one wielding a staff and the other a saber, swept their weapons with powerful blows, scattering fallen leaves through the forest. A Taoist priest, wielding a longsword, moved with incredible speed, the blade flashing in the moonlight. A short man, holding two swords, rolled on the ground, attacking the white-robed monk's lower body with a ground-based sword technique.
Zhang Chaoqun clicked his tongue in admiration, saying, "That monk is amazing, one against eight!" Suddenly
, he noticed the two slender women, each wielding a longsword, their swordsmanship equally agile and nimble. Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but secretly admire their figures—women who practice martial arts certainly have great figures! Their legs were taut and incredibly elastic! In the midst of the fierce battle, one of the women turned around, half her face illuminated by the moonlight. Zhang Wuji cried out in a low voice, "Aunt Ji!"
Zhang Chaoqun was startled. Could it be Ji Xiaofu, Yin Liting's fiancée? He hurriedly asked, "Wuji, do you know her?"
Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "That's my sixth uncle Yin's fiancée. We...we..."
Zhang Wuji wanted to offer to help, but ultimately held back. In the blink of an eye, the group had been fighting for quite some time. The monk being besieged was extremely skilled in martial arts; his palm techniques were unpredictable, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes feinting, and sometimes real. At the fastest pace, it was impossible to even see the direction or force of his palms. Although Ji Xiaofu and the others outnumbered him, they were unable to gain the upper hand. Zhang Chaoqun was dazzled by the sight, secretly admiring it and feeling a sense of comparison. If it were him, even if he could defeat these people, he could never fight so impressively. His expertise lay in Tai Chi and military boxing, but these were all external techniques, not the internal energy of this martial arts world. For someone to use internal energy to adjust their body to such agility was truly remarkable. According to Zhang Sanfeng, his external skills had reached the limits of human potential, a state of perfection. If he could learn authentic internal energy, then…
Zhang Chaoqun was deeply tempted. Just then, he heard a man shout, “Use the Dark Green Spear!”
A man and a Taoist priest leaped to the left and right, followed by a series of hissing sounds as projectiles and throwing knives rained down on the white-robed monk. The monk was finding it difficult to keep up. The long-bearded Taoist priest with the sword shouted, "Monk Peng, we're not trying to kill you, why are you fighting so desperately? Hand over Bai Guishou, and we'll all laugh it off, wouldn't that be better?"
Chang Yuchun was startled and whispered, "So it's Monk Peng?"
Zhang Chaoqun was taken aback, immediately recalling a scene from the original story where these so-called righteous martial arts figures, in their pursuit of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, besieged Bai Guishou. This Monk Peng Yingyu, one of the Five Wanderers of the Ming Cult, intervened because of the connection between the Eagle Sect and the Ming Cult. He never imagined that this white-robed monk with his unpredictable martial arts was none other than Monk Peng, one of the Five Wanderers of the Ming Cult!
Monk Peng declared loudly, "Master Bai has been severely injured by you. Even if I, Monk Peng, had no connection with him, I cannot stand by and watch him die."
Zhang Chaoqun praised, "This Monk Peng truly has the demeanor of a chivalrous knight!"
Chang Yuchun smiled slightly at Zhang Chaoqun.
The long-bearded Taoist shouted, "What do you mean by standing by and watching him die? We're not trying to take his life; we're just asking him about someone." Monk Peng
sneered, "If you want to know Xie Xun's whereabouts, why don't you ask the abbot of Shaolin Temple?"
A gray-robed monk cried out, "This is a wicked scheme by the Heavenly Eagle Sect's demoness Yin Susu to frame Shaolin Temple. Who can believe it?"
This monk was clearly from the Shaolin sect. Just as Zhang Chaoqun was about to step forward to help, he suddenly heard the Taoists standing in the outer circle shout, "Everyone, fall down!"
Upon hearing this, the six men immediately lay down. A flash of white light appeared, and five flying knives whistled through the air, aimed at Monk Peng's chest.
Originally, Monk Peng only needed to duck, stumble forward, or perform a backbend to let the throwing knives glide past his chest. But now, six weapons on the ground simultaneously rose up, blocking his lower body. How could he possibly duck and dodge?
Although Zhang Chaoqun knew he was alright, his heart was in his throat. Suddenly, Monk Peng leaped high, and five throwing knives flew right past his feet. Zhang Chaoqun watched with longing; this was ancient light-body skill! It wasn't just something made up in martial arts novels! From a young age, Zhang Chaoqun admired those ancient knights who could leap across rooftops and walls. He idolized these high-flying "Batmans." Ever since he secretly read his first "Eighteen Skills of a Young Girl" in junior high, he longed to fly onto people's rooftops to peep at girls taking a bath. Even after becoming a glorious special agent, this beautiful wish that accompanied him throughout his youth remained unfulfilled. Now, seeing Monk Peng's carefree and unrestrained movements, as if flitting among flowers like a butterfly, they were naturally filled with longing and wished they could immediately learn his miraculous lightness skill.
Although Monk Peng dodged the flying knives, the Shaolin monks' staffs and daggers, and the long-bearded Taoist's longsword, were already striking his legs. Monk Peng, in mid-air, was forced to take a risk. He struck out with his left palm, hitting a Shaolin monk on the head with a loud thud. Then, with a backhand hook, he snatched the dagger from the monk's hand, deflected it with his staff, and used the force to fly two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) away. The Shaolin monk was struck hard on the top of his head by his palm and died instantly. The others shouted angrily and gave chase, only to see Monk Peng stumble and almost fall. The seven men surrounded him again. The Shaolin monk wielding the staff was like a mad tiger, smashing it down relentlessly, shouting, "Monk Peng, you killed my junior brother! I'll fight you to the death!"
The long-bearded Taoist cried out, "He's already been struck in the leg by my scorpion-tail hook hidden weapon; he'll die from the poison in the blink of an eye!"
Sure enough, Monk Peng's steps faltered, and he stumbled and staggered, unable to stand steadily.
Zhang Chaoqun's heart tightened; this Monk Peng was an important figure in the Ming Cult, and he had to be saved. He quickly shouted, "You all wait here, don't come out no matter what happens!"
Then he yelled, "What are you doing! So many people bullying one person! What kind of heroes are you?"
Although the seven men saw that Monk Peng was poisoned, they dared not approach him and surrounded him from a distance. Suddenly, a man jumped out of the bushes, and they were all startled. The long-bearded Taoist shouted, "Where did this wild brat come from! Daring to meddle in our business!"
Zhang Chaoqun was holding a tree branch. Although the branch was quite thick, it was not a sword. In addition, seeing that he was young, seventeen or eighteen years old, and still wet behind the ears, they did not take him seriously. The long-bearded Taoist said, "Junior Brother Xu, try throwing two knives at Monk Peng."
Zhang Chaoqun was so angry that his perfect entrance was ignored. At this moment, the Taoist who threw the knives raised his right hand and clapped twice. One knife hit Monk Peng's right shoulder and the other hit his left leg. Monk Peng remained motionless, clearly dead. The long-bearded Taoist said, "What a pity! What a pity! He's already dead. I wonder where he hid the White Tortoise Longevity Stone?"
Just then, Zhang Chaoqun suddenly rushed forward...

Chapter 013 kill or qj
The long-bearded Taoist's vision blurred, and he saw the young man suddenly rushing towards him. Startled, he brought his monk's knife down on his head. Zhang Chaoqun reacted quickly, throwing the branch in his hand.
"Clang..."
The branch was cut in two by the knife. A flash of white light, and Zhang Chaoqun had already drawn his alloy dagger. His figure was like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, pouncing on the long-bearded Taoist.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound rang out, and the monk's knife broke in two. The long-bearded Taoist was startled and retreated gracefully. However, Zhang Chaoqun followed like a shadow, taking advantage of his loss of weapon to engage in close combat and entangle him tightly.
The Taoist priest was flustered and unable to use his fists and feet effectively. He was overwhelmed by the opponent's relentless attacks and had no chance to retaliate. Zhang Chaoqun had learned Wing Chun, a style modified by Bruce Lee, and was completely at ease in close combat. Even though the Taoist priest was highly skilled, he was still forced to make do by Zhang Chaoqun, and was nearly injured several times by Zhang Chaoqun's relentless fighting style. The long-bearded Taoist priest roared repeatedly. Although this kid clearly had no internal energy, his natural strength and exquisite fist techniques were incredibly fast, especially his agile reflexes, which were astonishing. Several times, the long-bearded Taoist priest tried to disarm him with his internal energy, but he was restrained by Zhang Chaoqun's nimble and unpredictable speed, and was even counterattacked by Zhang Chaoqun, narrowly escaping death.
The more anxious he became, the more flaws appeared in his moves. If he couldn't even defeat a young man who relied on brute force in front of so many fellow martial artists, how could he ever establish himself in the martial world?
"Swoosh..."
Taking advantage of his agitation, Zhang Chaoqun slashed a long line across his arm with his dagger, blood splattering
everywhere. If the long-bearded Taoist hadn't pulled back the moment the dagger touched his body, his arm would have been ruined! The long-bearded Taoist roared, clutching his injured arm and retreating abruptly, his face flushing red and then pale with shame.
"You brat, what sect are you from? Why are you meddling in our business!"
Zhang Chaoqun's heart stirred, and he sneered, "What I despise most in my life are shameless scoundrels who bully the weak by relying on their numbers, and I especially hate those who call themselves righteous sects yet commit despicable acts. This master is a man of great integrity. Although he is what you call a heretic, in what way is his conduct less upright than yours?"
"Well said!"
Chang Yuchun staggered out, his legs giving way, almost falling.
"Well said!" The monk
Peng, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly sat up, followed by Chang Yuchun's loud praise.
Zhang Chaoqun chuckled inwardly, thinking, "I knew you were faking death, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
" "Young brother," Zhang Chaoqun thought, "if I, Peng Yingyu, hadn't been poisoned by these righteous sects and wasn't on my deathbed, I would have drunk three hundred cups of wine with you!"
He continued, "Still pretending! What do you mean, 'on my deathbed'? Nonsense!"
He cupped his hands in a salute and said, "I am Zhang Chaoqun, a disciple of the Wudang Sect. I admire heroes with passion and
courage the most. Master, rest assured, but as long as I have a breath left, I will not allow these self-proclaimed righteous sects to harm you!" He deliberately emphasized the words "righteous sects," his tone dripping with sarcasm. Upon
hearing this, the long-bearded Taoist immediately shouted, "Nonsense! What disciple like you does the Wudang Sect have! You actually help evil heretics and turn around to make things difficult for us!"
Ji Xiaofu's expression turned complicated when he mentioned the Wudang Sect.
Among the seven people, another woman was Ding Minjun, who shrieked, "You little thief, how dare you impersonate a member of the Wudang Sect!"
With a flick of her longsword, she attacked Zhang Chaoqun.
Seeing her swordplay as swift as snow, a dazzling display of silver light, Zhang Chaoqun realized he only possessed a twenty-centimeter-long dagger and was powerless to defend himself. He retreated relentlessly, but Ding Minjun pressed forward relentlessly. Zhang Chaoqun had initially injured the long-bearded Taoist from the Kunlun Sect, relying on the sharpness of his weapon and catching him off guard, not because Ding Minjun's martial arts skills were superior. Several times, Zhang Chaoqun attempted to cut Ding Minjun's longsword with his alloy dagger, but she seemed to know the dagger's power and would immediately change her tactics whenever their weapons clashed. For a time, Zhang Chaoqun was in grave danger.
Ji Xiaofu cried out, "Senior Sister, he... he's a disciple of the Wudang Sect! Senior Sister, please have mercy!"
She leaped forward, brandishing her longsword to block Ding Minjun's attack.
Ding Minjun angrily shouted, "Junior Sister Ji, what are you doing!"
Ji Xiaofu said, "Senior Sister, he is a Wudang disciple, and we are allies of the Emei Sect. Senior Sister, please don't kill him!"
Ding Minjun said, "This little thief is talking nonsense. How can you believe him? If he were a Wudang disciple, why didn't he use Wudang martial arts?"
Ji Xiaofu was speechless. Ding Minjun shouted, "Let's all attack together! Why be polite to these evil bastards!"
She pushed Ji Xiaofu aside and thrust her sword at Zhang Chaoqun. The other five attacked the monk Peng who was sitting on the ground.
"Bang!"
With a thunderous sound, a man from the Haisha Sect fell to the ground. Everyone was stunned by the loud noise. The man from the Haisha Sect lay motionless on the ground, and no one saw how he died.
"Gentlemen of righteous sects, I, Zhang Chaoqun, will count to three. If you don't leave now, that man will suffer the same fate!"
Zhang Chaoqun held up his Browning pistol and blew on the smoking barrel. He didn't want to waste bullets; he only had a little over a hundred rounds, and every bullet used was one less, with nowhere to replenish them. It was a waste to use a good weapon on these nameless nobodies.
"One!"
Zhang Chaoqun smiled at them.
"You little thief!"
Ding Minjun's eyebrows shot up, and she said fiercely.
Zhang Chaoqun frowned and said, "My patience is limited. Two!"
The crowd exchanged glances. The Kunlun Sect Taoist shouted, "This man's hidden weapons are powerful; let's retreat!"
He had initially called Zhang Chaoqun a little thief, but now he dared not call him that again.
This long-bearded Taoist was clever; he turned and ran, disappearing in a flash. Seeing him gone, the others scattered, and no one came to greet the two Emei Sect disciples.
Ding Minjun sheathed her sword and said hatefully, "Junior sister, let's go!"
Zhang Chaoqun suddenly remembered that Ding Minjun was no good person. Ji Xiaofu was killed because she betrayed her to Abbess Miejue. Later, Zhou Zhiruo was also constantly harassed by Ding Minjun. Such a person, if left in the world, might really harm others in the future. Harming others is one thing, but harming my little Zhiruo is unacceptable.
"Ding Minjun, you are not allowed to leave!"
Zhang Chaoqun sneered.
Ding Minjun stopped abruptly and turned back, asking, "What do you want?"
Seeing that Ji Xiaofu had also stopped, Zhang Chaoqun said, "Senior Sister Ji, you should leave first. This is none of your business."
Ji Xiaofu didn't move, saying, "Young brother, why are you keeping my senior sister here?"
Zhang Chaoqun laughed, "This Senior Sister Ding, I can't let her go. She loves to tattle and stir up trouble, which will be detrimental to Senior Sister Ji in the future. Only by killing her can this world be peaceful." Ji Xiaofu drew her
longsword with a "whoosh," saying, "If young brother doesn't let my senior sister go, Ji Xiaofu will have no choice but to fight you to the death!"
Zhang Chaoqun was taken aback, saying, "Senior Sister Ji, why bother? This matter has nothing to do with you."
Ji Xiaofu took a step forward, coldly declaring, "If you want to kill my senior sister, kill me too!"
What kind of person is this! Yang Xiao, known as the most handsome man in the Ming Cult, how could he fall for such a dim-witted woman! Poor thing, so poor thing!
Zhang Chaoqun sighed and said to Ji Xiaofu, "You'll regret this in the future."
He turned to Ding Minjun and shouted, "You, surnamed Ding, your life was saved by your junior sister. You owe her. If I ever hear you speak ill of Senior Sister Ji again, I'll take your life immediately! You two can leave!"
Ding Minjun snorted and left with Ji Xiaofu.
Zhang Chaoqun put away his gun, but he was extremely unwilling to let Ding Minjun go so easily. This gossipy woman was truly despicable. Not only would she cause Yang Xiao to lose his beloved woman, but she would also ostracize Zhiruo in the future. He couldn't bear to let such a vicious woman go.
Thinking of this, he approached Monk Peng, cupped his hands, and said, "Master Peng, are you alright?"
Monk Peng laughed heartily and said, "I've taken the antidote and I'm fine. Young brother, you've saved me so righteously; I, Peng Yingyu, owe you my life. Master, I truly dare not accept such praise. If you think highly of me, Peng Yingyu, how about we find a place and have a good drink?"
Zhang Chaoqun smiled and said, "Then I'll call you Brother Peng! We can drink anytime. Right now, I have a very important matter to attend to. We will surely meet again someday, and then we must..." "Drink three hundred cups! No, let's drink three hundred bowls!"
Monk Peng laughed loudly. "Good! Young brother, you are truly a wonderful person! If you ever have the chance to come to Bright Peak, Peng Yingyu will certainly treat you to a feast!"
Then he whispered, "Young brother, are you going to find that Ding Minjun?"
Zhang Chaoqun nodded and smiled, "That's right, this Ding Minjun is not a good person. I will never let her go. Brother Peng, if you ever have the chance to come to Wudang Mountain, I will treat you to three hundred bowls of wine!"
Monk Peng laughed three times, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Chaoqun, and then gave a distant bow to Chang Yuchun before leaving gracefully.
Zhang Chaoqun watched him leave, then walked towards Chang Yuchun and said, "Brother Chang, I'm entrusting Wuji to you. I have important matters to attend to. I will go to Butterfly Valley to find you as soon as I finish this matter!"
Chang Yuchun said, "Brother Chaoqun, don't worry, I'm here!"
Zhang Chaoqun nodded. He knew that even without him, Zhang Wuji would be fine. He immediately greeted Zhang Wuji and headed towards the place where Ding Minjun and Ji Xiaofu had left.

Chapter 014 Training Ding Minjun (Part 1)
Zhang Chaoqun was a special agent, and tracking a target was commonplace for him. Before long, he caught up with his target—Ding Minjun and Ji Xiaofu. Zhang Chaoqun followed at a distance. At this time, the sky was high and the wind was dark, providing the best opportunity for the tracker to conceal himself.
After walking for a long time, they emerged from the forest and came to the main road. At this moment, the two women had some kind of argument, walking and stopping intermittently. Although Zhang Chaoqun could not hear what they were arguing about, he guessed that it must be related to Ji Xiaofu's pregnancy with Yang Xiao's child, so he went closer.
Ding Minjun sneered, "You can hide this from Master, but you can't hide it from me. Just tell me your relationship with that little thief, and I'll let it go."
Ji Xiaofu lowered her head, feeling very troubled. She said softly, "Senior Sister, I really don't know who that little brother was."
Ding Minjun said, "You keep saying you don't know, who are you trying to fool? If you don't know him, why didn't he kill me when he heard you? Besides, Master ordered us to find out the whereabouts of the Golden Lion King. This time we failed and returned. What am I supposed to say? That we encountered a master of hidden weapons and failed at the last minute? Master will ask why you two were unharmed when you encountered a master of hidden weapons. How am I supposed to explain? That you met a lover and he let us go?"
Ding Minjun was sharp-tongued and unforgiving, completely disregarding the feelings of others.
Ji Xiaofu's expression changed. "Senior Sister, what are you saying? I've never met that young Wudang hero before, how could we be lovers? You...you mustn't talk nonsense and ruin someone's reputation."
Ding Minjun sneered. "Reputation? What reputation do you have? Do you think I don't know? Junior Sister Ji, let me ask you, why didn't you show up when Master gathered all the disciples at the Golden Summit of Emei to teach her the two sword techniques she created, 'Extinction Sword' and 'Absolute Sword'? Why did you provoke Master to such a rage?" Ji Xiaofu said, "
My younger sister suddenly fell ill in Ganzhou and was unable to move. I have already informed Master of this matter. Why is Senior Sister suddenly asking again?"
Ding Minjun said, "That year you were in Ganzhou, was it three years ago or four years ago? I can't remember clearly. You yourself certainly know perfectly well. Were you really sick then? There is the word 'birth' in it, but it only refers to giving birth to a baby, right?"
Ji Xiaofu's face changed drastically, and she said in a trembling voice, "What did you say, Senior Sister?"
Ding Minjun shouted, "Stop talking to me like that!" "You're putting on an act in front of everyone. Yin Liuxia of the Wudang Sect has urged you to get married several times, so why do you always make excuses? Why did you run away from home when your father also came to urge you? Could that wild man be the same young man from earlier?"
Ji Xiaofu shook her head and said, "Absolutely not! If I have even the slightest connection with that young hero, may I be struck down by heaven and earth!"
Seeing her serious expression, Ding Minjun snorted and said, "Regardless of whether it was that little thief or not, you did have something to do in Ganzhou!"
Ji Xiao Fu sobbed, "Senior Sister, please don't force me!"
Ding Minjun said, "Master often praises your ruthless swordsmanship and resolute character, saying you are most like him. He has always intended to pass on his mantle to you, but after what you've done, don't expect Master to let you off!"
Ji Xiao Fu said, "Senior Sister, I truly had no intention of inheriting Master's mantle."
Ding Minjun angrily said, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm jealous of you?"
Ji Xiao Fu shook her head and said, "I wouldn't dare."
Ding Minjun smugly snorted and walked forward. Ji Xiao Fu followed behind, looking aggrieved. Zhang Chaoqun was furious. This Ding Minjun was truly detestable. If he didn't get rid of her, he would change his name today. However, Ji Xiao Fu was following behind Ding Minjun, making it difficult to act. Helpless, he could only follow her all the way.
As dawn approached, Zhang Chaoqun dared not follow too closely, lagging far behind. He saw the two women arrive at a small town, find an inn, and settle in. Knowing they would stay there, he wasn't in a hurry. While they went out to eat, he booked a room, bought some food, and soon returned. He heard the two women return shortly after.
Zhang Chaoqun waited for them to separate, but they seemed unwilling to leave their room, remaining inside. Frustrated, Zhang Chaoqun waited until dark. Finally, Ji Xiaofu went out alone. Overjoyed, Zhang Chaoqun was about to sneak to Ding Minjun's room when he heard extremely faint footsteps in the corridor. Startled, he cautiously peeked through the crack in the door. A figure in black, with their back to him, tiptoed to Ding Minjun's door, took out a tube from their robes, and poked a hole in the window paper…
Zhang Chaoqun was shocked. Could this be Ji Xiaofu? Was she going to kill him to silence him? Upon closer inspection, the figure was taller, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Who was this person? Why was he sneaking around outside Ding Minjun's room? Just as he was wondering, the man took something out of his pocket, fiddled with the door a few times, and it opened. A moment later, the man in black came out, carrying a bag on his shoulder—it looked like he was carrying someone!
Zhang Chaoqun was stunned. Could this man be a notorious womanizer? That was strange indeed. What kind of person had such taste as to have taken a liking to Ding Minjun!
Actually, Zhang Chaoqun disliked Ding Minjun quite a bit. Furthermore, Jin Yong's description of her in the original novel was so terrible that Zhang Chaoqun had preconceived notions and automatically ignored Ding Minjun's appearance. In fact, Ding Minjun was quite beautiful and tall. According to the Yuan Dynasty's aesthetic standards for women, Ding Minjun was naturally inferior to Ji Xiaofu, but according to modern aesthetic standards, Ding Minjun far surpassed Ji Xiaofu.
Zhang Chaoqun quietly followed the man in black. The man, carrying someone, moved with surprising speed, quickly leaving the town. As he walked further and further into remote areas, Zhang Chaoqun became increasingly convinced that he was a womanizer.
Sure enough, the man in black stopped in front of a dilapidated temple. Zhang Chaoqun quietly approached and peered through the broken windowpane. He saw that the man in black had spread a sheet on the ground, untied his pockets, and Ding Minjun was fast asleep, completely at his mercy.
The man in black chuckled, took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, applied some to Ding Minjun's lips and nose, and then carefully put it back on his person. Zhang Chaoqun was curious, wondering what the man had applied to Ding Minjun.
"My beauty, I've come!"
the man in black said in a lewd voice, pinched Ding Minjun's cheek, and reached to untie her belt.
Zhang Chaoqun hesitated for a moment. Although this woman was despicable, he felt a pang of conscience if she were defiled by such a lowly womanizer. Women in ancient times valued their reputation above all else. If Ding Minjun were to be defiled by this vile thief, it would be better to simply stab her.
With this thought, Zhang Chaoqun stood up, drew his alloy dagger, and rushed into the room. ...This book was first published on Cuiwei Residence...
The womanizer, having already removed his outer garment, was startled and hurriedly stood up, shouting, "You...who are you?"
Zhang Chaoqun shouted sharply, "Get lost!"
He despised such womanizers the most—too vulgar! Too filthy! If you're so capable, go and seduce her openly! Using drugs to ruin someone's reputation is the most despicable thing imaginable.
"Kid! Mind your own business! I'll leave it to you after I'm done!"
the womanizer said shamelessly.
Zhang Chaoqun, too lazy to waste words, leaped forward and delivered a punch to the man's chin.
"Ah!"
A deafening scream erupted as blood gushed from his mouth, and he stumbled to the ground.
So he was just a good-for-nothing! Zhang Chaoqun had initially worried that this womanizer might be a martial arts expert, and for safety's sake, he had drawn his dagger. Who knew he'd knocked him down with a single blow?
He sneered disdainfully and shouted, "With your pathetic skills, you dare to do such shameless things? Get lost! Want another punch from me?"
He made a move to strike.
The thief cried out in alarm and scrambled away, covering his head.
Zhang Chaoqun turned around and saw Ding Minjun's cheeks flushed red. Her clothes were half-concealed, revealing her rounded shoulders and slightly prominent collarbones. Her fair and delicate skin exuded boundless allure.
Zhang Chaoqun, in his previous life, was a burgeoning thirties, and a surge of lust rose within him. "This little wench has a nice figure,"
Zhang Chaoqun thought, glancing down at the alloy dagger in his hand. He suppressed his lustful thoughts and walked up to Ding Minjun.
Suddenly, he wondered: Should he just kill her like this? He hesitated, then thought again. Although Ding Minjun was narrow-minded, she had only reported the facts regarding Ji Xiaofu and Yang Xiao. The real killer was none other than the old nun Miejue. What did it have to do with her? If Zhou Zhiruo was bullied by her later, it would be because she was jealous of Miejue's favoritism towards Zhou Zhiruo. In the army, which new recruit wasn't bullied by veterans? What crime did she deserve to die for?
Thinking of this, Zhang Chaoqun let out a long sigh, put away the dagger, and thought to himself: I am a special agent, not an assassin.
Looking at Ding Minjun, he was surprised to find that she had turned over at some point. Her belt had been undone, revealing a bright red undergarment. Her full breasts seemed ready to burst forth. Zhang Chaoqun's breath caught in his throat, and his heart pounded wildly.
"Damn! She's a super-sized size! This little wench is so thin and frail, where did all her nutrition go?!"

Chapter 015 Training Ding Minjun (Part Two)
"Ugh...hot...so hot!"
Ding Minjun murmured, her eyes half-closed, as if in a dream. Her face, neck, and shoulders were pale and flushed, a pinkish blush like rouge appearing on her cheeks.
Was she really that hot? Ding Minjun reached up and lifted her undergarment, revealing her small bodice. Her waist was smooth as jade, so slender it could be grasped in one hand—what a figure! It seemed the sash was tied too tightly; after two unsuccessful attempts to lift it, she finally gave it a tug…
Zhang Chaoqun's eyes lit up. Those small, jade-like mounds stood proudly erect, trembling slightly with Ding Minjun's rapid breathing. Her smooth, jade-like skin was flushed with a faint red—a skin of ice and jade!
Zhang Chaoqun's breath almost stopped. This exquisitely naked body, its curves fully revealed with each turn, was breathtaking.
"Damn! This slut is seducing me!"
His lower body hardened.
"Mmm…"
Ding Minjun moaned softly, her slender, snow-white hands caressing her breasts, gently kneading and rubbing. Her long, beautiful legs sometimes clamped tightly together, sometimes spread wide apart, as she murmured to herself. The blush on her face suggested she was drunk.
Zhang Chaoqun's heart skipped a beat. This woman was bewitched! Then, recalling how the notorious womanizer had seemingly put a small bottle near her nose—whether to smell it or apply something—Zhang Chaoqun suddenly realized what had happened. He noticed the womanizer's outer garment was still on the ground, untouched. He went over and searched the area, finding a pile of things:
silver notes! Small change! Zhang Chaoqun unceremoniously stuffed it into his pocket. Several small bottles of varying shapes, and a few thin paper packets—none of them seemed to be of any value. Adhering to traditional Chinese virtues, Zhang Chaoqun put them all in his pocket. Turning around, he saw Ding Minjun writhing on the ground, her red lips slightly parted, muttering something indistinctly, a mixture of self-talk and moaning that made Zhang Chaoqun's heart race.
Those gleaming white mounds, those bright red cherries, that slender, white waist… Zhang Chaoqun swallowed hard, cursing, "Slut!"
His hand reached out and gave her breasts a heavy groin.
The soft, smooth, and warm touch drew Zhang Chaoqun's hand in as if by a magnet, making it impossible for him to leave. The moment his hand touched her skin, Ding Minjun let out a soft moan of pleasure, her arms suddenly reaching out to tightly embrace the unsuspecting Zhang Chaoqun.
He was held in her arms, his lips instantly pressing against her magnificent breasts. Before he could even savor the sensation, Ding Minjun had already wrapped herself around him like an octopus, her long, slender legs hooking around his waist with tremendous strength, as if trying to embed herself into his body.
Zhang Chaoqun's mind went blank; he was instantly stunned. The almost completely exposed, burning hot body in his arms was like a flame, challenging the last vestige of clarity in his mind. …
Ah…
A long moan, almost like a song, escaped Ding Minjun's lips. Sweating profusely, her lower body erupted in a fiery spray. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the crumpled sheets, the air thick with a faint, fishy smell. The sheets were gruesomely stained with a few pockmarks.
Zhang Chaoqun was stunned. Ding Minjun was still a virgin? He hadn't expected that. Such a captivating beauty, surely no one wanted her? She must be at least twenty-four or twenty-five, right? Was she going to follow that old monster, the Abbess Miejue, and remain unmarried for life?
What a waste! That figure was absolutely that of a top-tier professional model! Ancient people had no taste whatsoever, always thinking that a round face, a big, fleshy bottom, that was beauty. It was laughable, utterly ignorant. What was slender beauty? This was it! Big breasts, a slim waist, long legs—a perfect A-list! Her face was secondary; Ding Minjun's face was fair and rosy, possessing a beauty that carried a hint of aloofness—an absolute ice queen!
Zhang Chaoqun lingered, caressing her sweaty, smooth body a few times before quickly putting on his clothes. He couldn't help but feel absurd; he had clearly intended to silence her forever, but unexpectedly, they had ended up spending the night together!
As he put on his last outer garment, a thought suddenly struck him. Ding Minjun had leverage over Ji Xiaofu, and now, hadn't she also had sex with him? What could she use to threaten Ji Xiaofu? Zhang Chaoqun chuckled to himself. Perfect! He had his pleasure, and the problem was solved!
Just as he was blissfully basking in his newfound happiness, a scream pierced the air.
"Ah!"
Ding Minjun had lost the effects of the drug and woken up. She immediately saw a man's back and then realized she was completely naked!
"You...who are you! You lecherous thief! What...what did you do to me!"
Ding Minjun trembled all over, her voice shaking as she cried out.
Zhang Chaoqun froze, his body turning ice-cold. He hurriedly turned and fled, not daring to look back, not daring to utter a sound .
"You!"
Ding Minjun was both ashamed and angry, and she fainted.
Zhang Chaoqun had just run out of the temple gate when he heard a thud. He turned back and saw her unconscious. He stopped, hesitating. Ding Minjun had actually fainted from anger! What if she woke up and tried to kill herself? No, I can't just leave like this! Zhang Chaoqun turned back and walked to her side. Yes, how could he leave? Dawn was approaching, and she had fainted in this dilapidated temple. Although it was remote, it should be a small village, and villagers would still be up early. If someone saw her, it would be a huge loss of face. Besides, what if she woke up and tried to kill herself…
? Thinking of this, Zhang Chaoqun had a sudden inspiration. He took out an ink pen from his bag, tore off a piece of the bed sheet, and wrote on it: “When will we meet again, my love? This night
, this moment, is unbearable.” It was a love poem, and Zhang Chaoqun only remembered these two lines. He had once written it for his wife on a whim, but she had disregarded it, tossing it away without a trace.
He hoped that seeing these two lines would dissuade Ding Minjun from her suicidal thoughts.
Zhang Chaoqun sighed, dressed Ding Minjun, stuffed the strip of cloth into her hand, and turned to leave. Not far away, he hid in a villager's haystack, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings.
As dawn broke, a few early-rising villagers passed by, and Zhang Chaoqun's heart pounded. Fortunately, they seemed uninterested in the dilapidated temple and didn't go inside. After a while, Ding Minjun staggered out. Seeing her red and swollen eyes, Zhang Chaoqun felt a pang of pity and wanted to jump out, but then he thought that he couldn't possibly face her with such despicable means, so he abandoned the idea. Ding Minjun's steps were unsteady, her strides large, and her brows furrowed, likely due to the previous night's recklessness. After walking a few steps, she opened her palm, glanced at the strip of cloth Zhang Chaoqun had left behind, and her expression was extremely complex.
Only after she had gone far away did Zhang Chaoqun emerge from the haystack, sigh, and turn back towards Butterfly Valley.

Chapter 016 First Encounter with Granny Jin Hua
They traveled swiftly, and by the second day, they suddenly realized they were lost. As Chang Yuchun had said, Butterfly Valley should be a mountain valley, but he wandered around, unsure which way to go. He asked passersby, but no one knew of Butterfly Valley. Zhang Chaoqun smiled bitterly. Had they lost them both? They had only just become disciples of Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect. Zhang Sanfeng was a legendary figure; being his disciple made one walk with greater strides. If they lost Zhang Wuji, their chances of becoming Zhang Sanfeng's disciples would be completely ruined.
He continued walking and asking questions, and another day passed. It was midday, and he was about to ask another villager when he suddenly heard the sound of hooves. Seven or eight Mongol soldiers, wielding long swords, rode towards him, driving the people along the road. A middle-aged woman, pulling her child, was walking too slowly and was knocked away by a horse. The child was trampled in the stomach, his intestines spilling out. The people on the road cried out in alarm.
Zhang Chaoqun was furious. He drew his dagger and charged forward. The Mongol soldiers, seeing someone blocking their way, shouted, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Zhang Chaoqun sneered and cursed, "Get the hell out of the way!"
He quickly advanced.
A Mongol soldier on horseback, seeing this man charging straight at him, swung his sword. Accustomed to swaggering, he thought that with the momentum of his horse, he could easily cut the man in two.
A dazzling light flashed, and Zhang Chaoqun had already leaped far away, coldly watching the Mongol soldier. The Mongol soldier, caught off guard, suddenly heard his mount neigh mournfully, blood spurting from his neck and body as he charged four or five meters away. Then, one of the Mongol soldier's legs fell to the ground.
"Ah!"
The Mongol soldier realized that the young man had actually severed his leg with a single stroke. His mount reared up, throwing him to the ground.
The remaining Mongol soldiers roared and charged forward. They were always arrogant and domineering; they had never suffered such a loss! Hooves thundered, dust billowed, and they charged towards Zhang Chaoqun.
"Cough cough cough..."
A series of coughs rang out, and Zhang Chaoqun heard a whoosh of wind. A gray-white figure flashed past him like a gust of wind. This person struck the Mongol cavalry with a palm strike in the east and a fist strike in the west. In an instant, the Mongol soldiers fell from their horses one by one. In a flash, the gray-white figure was back behind Zhang Chaoqun.
Zhang Chaoqun was dumbfounded. This person was incredibly skilled, moving like a ghost, and had taken down seven Mongol soldiers in half a minute! Could it be Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King, the unparalleled master of lightness skill? Zhang Chaoqun didn't bother looking at the motionless Mongol soldiers lying on the ground anymore and turned back.
A hunched-over old woman with white hair was coughing incessantly, her right hand supporting her with a white wooden cane. She was dressed in simple cloth, seemingly a poor old woman, but the rosary in her left hand shone with dazzling gold. Upon closer inspection, he saw that each bead of the rosary was a plum blossom made of gold. Beside her was a petite and delicate young girl, with a refined and beautiful appearance.
This attire! This look! Could it be the legendary…Golden Flower Granny! Dai Qisi! Yes, that's her! The Holy Maiden of the Persian Ming Cult! One of the few exquisite beauties in Jin Yong's works!
However, looking at her curled-up body and wrinkled face, there wasn't a single flaw to be found! Ancient disguise techniques were simply divine! As Zhang Chaoqun was scrutinizing her, Granny Jin Hua suddenly turned her head and looked at him, her eyes extremely sharp. Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but shiver.
"Boy, what are you looking at?"
the pretty girl shouted at Zhang Chaoqun.
Zhang Chaoqun was stunned. This was Yin Li! She was indeed exceptionally beautiful. At only twelve or thirteen years old, she already had the makings of a beauty. Such a beauty was worth training!
Seeing him staring blankly, glancing at his master and then at her, the pretty girl turned to Granny Jin Hua and said, "Master, so you're just a silly boy!"
Zhang Chaoqun was taken aback. A little girl of about ten years old calling him a silly boy was truly hilarious.
Granny Jin Hua coughed a few times and said, "Ignore him, let's go."
The girl turned back, made a face at Zhang Chaoqun, and followed Granny Jin Hua.
Zhang Chaoqun thought to himself: How can I just let them go like this? Following these two beauties, one big and one small, can't be a loss. He chuckled, coughed, and his expression immediately became extremely serious and sincere as he chased after them.
"Boy, what are you doing following us so suspiciously?"
Granny Jin Hua coughed twice.
Zhang Chaoqun hurriedly bowed to the ground and said, "Senior, my name is Zhang Chaoqun. I just saw your unparalleled martial arts skills and I admire you greatly. I wonder if you could accept me as your disciple?"

Chapter 017 The Number One Beauty in the Martial World
As the saying goes, "To die beneath the peony flower is to die a romantic death." Dai Qisi was the Holy Maiden of the Persian Ming Cult. She possessed the beauty and elegance of Zhou Zhiruo, and the noble and charming beauty of Zhao Min, which was breathtaking. Yet she surpassed them all. Compared to Zhou Zhiruo, she was more radiant and youthful; compared to Zhao Min, she was more elegant and refined; compared to Xiao Zhao, she was more stunning and graceful. She was a rare beauty in the world, both delicate and charming. To kneel before her was a truly worthwhile act.
Granny Jin Hua snorted, her figure swaying, "Thud!"
Zhang Chaoqun's vision went black, his internal organs felt like they were about to burst, and he flew backward more than two meters before crashing to the ground.
"Huh, so he doesn't have any internal energy at all,"
Granny Jin Hua said in surprise, "Just a good-for-nothing."
The moment her palm touched the boy, she realized something was wrong; he didn't have a trace of internal energy. She hurriedly withdrew most of her internal energy, and although she only had less than 20% left, it was still enough to make him vomit blood and fall to the ground. When she first saw Zhang Chaoqun kill the Mongol soldier with a dagger, easily cutting a large gash in
both the man and the horse, she assumed he was a martial artist. This test revealed he was just an ordinary person, and she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. In the martial arts world, those with high-level skills often rely on their status and would never make things difficult for someone without martial arts skills, let alone a top expert like Granny Jin Hua.
"Ali, go get this Golden Flower Pill for him to take."
The girl Ali responded, took a dark purple pill, and walked towards Zhang Chaoqun.
Lying on his back, Zhang Chaoqun was greeted by a pleasant fragrance, and a beautiful, delicate face appeared before him.
"Hey, open your mouth, take your medicine!"
Ali's voice was like a nightingale's, clear and melodious. Zhang Chaoqun had just been struck by a blow, and his chest felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, causing him indescribable discomfort. But with this beautiful girl squatting beside him, her face almost translucent in the sunlight, her cheeks more beautiful than flowers, her eyes like pools of water, her beauty indescribable. Her exquisite appearance was captivating, a beauty that one could look at a thousand times without growing tired of it.
A pill the size of a quail egg was placed into his mouth by fingers as white as jade. Just as he was about to swallow it, Zhang Chaoqun realized that he couldn't possibly swallow such a big pill; it would choke him!
"Water! Water! I need water!"
The girl, Ali, frowned and said with a light scolding, "Can't you, a grown man, swallow a pill?"
She got up, took off the water bag from her waist, unscrewed the cork, and handed it to him with a disgruntled expression. Zhang Chaoqun tilted his body to the side, took a big gulp, and then swallowed the pill.
He let out a long sigh, suddenly noticing the pleasant fragrance emanating from the small water pouch. Remembering how Ali had once stuffed the pouch into her cherry-like mouth, he exclaimed, "So fragrant!"
However, Ali, though beautiful, was still just a little girl. How wonderful it would be if she could drink from Dai Qisi's water pouch! Lost in thought, Zhang Chaoqun was suddenly startled when Ali snatched the pouch back, her face flushed, and glared at him fiercely. Little did she know, even her angry expression was incredibly endearing.
Granny Jin Hua, leaning on her white wooden cane, walked over shakily and said to Ali, "Help him sit up."
Ali pouted and nodded, putting down the water pouch. She then grasped Zhang Chaoqun's shoulders with both hands and gently lifted him up. Zhang Chaoqun stared at Granny Jinhua. Though her face was lined with wrinkles, the skin on her neck was still as white as snow and as clear as jade. He was momentarily stunned. Fortunately, he had acted rather dazed upon first seeing the most beautiful woman in the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, so Granny Jinhua didn't suspect anything. "
That Dai Qisi is really good at impersonating me. Her occasional coughs are indeed the internal injuries she suffered with Mr. Yinye in the Cold Pool of Green Water. But doesn't she get tired of hunching over like that?" Just as he was lost in thought, Granny Jinhua moved behind him, placed her hand on his back, and immediately sent a warm breath into his body.
A short while later, Granny Jin Hua stood up and said, "Boy, you're alright. Granny
won't take you as a disciple, so give up on that idea." Zhang Chaoqun's eyes darted around, and he suddenly burst into tears, "Senior won't take me as a disciple, I... what am I going to do! I... my father and mother were killed by the Mongol soldiers, and my only sister was captured by them. I can't save my sister, and even if I die, I can't face my parents! Waaah..."
Zhang Chaoqun thought to himself: Zhi Ruo's father, Zhi Ruo's mother, I'm sorry, I'll pretend to be your son for now, so I can get closer to the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. Please don't mind, don't worry, I will definitely marry Zhi Ruo.
"Those Mongol soldiers are vicious and cruel. My father and mother were fishermen who came ashore to sell their fish. Who knew that those Mongol soldiers would not only steal their fish, but also... kill them with a single blow. And seeing that my sister was beautiful, they forcibly took her away!"
He couldn't make up any more stories, so he started wailing.
The young girl, Ali, was initially quite annoyed by his frivolous behavior, but now, seeing him crying so "sadly," she couldn't help but feel pity. She reached out her delicate little hand and took his large hand in hers, saying softly, "Big brother, you're so pitiful."
Zhang Chaoqun was overjoyed; he had gone from "boy" to "big brother" in a flash! This change was too fast. He buried his head in his knees, sobbing, but in reality, he was extremely excited. That smooth, soft little hand felt so comfortable to touch.
Granny Jin Hua suddenly said, "Young man, who taught you your martial arts? Although you lack internal energy, your skill is still exceptional. With your abilities, you've truly reached the pinnacle of external martial arts. How could your parents have been killed by ordinary Mongol soldiers?"
Zhang Chaoqun's heart skipped a beat. Ali was young and easily deceived, but Granny Jin Hua was probably around thirty-four or thirty-five years old. He couldn't be easily fooled. Sobbing, he said, "Senior, I've been learning boxing from an uncle in the village since I was five years old, but he didn't teach me how to cultivate internal energy. After teaching me for two years, he left. I've been practicing like this ever since..."
Granny Jin Hua snorted and shouted, "You dare to lie to me! If you're the son of a fisherman, how could you possess such a dagger that can cut through iron like mud!"
Zhang Chaoqun felt a movement at his waist, and the dagger was snatched away by her.

Chapter 018 Deception, a Master Deception
"What a sharp dagger!"
Even with her vast knowledge, Granny Jin Hua had never seen anything like it. She plucked a strand of silver hair, which fell gracefully and broke in two on the dagger's blade.
"Where did you get this dagger?"
A fierce glint flashed in Granny Jin Hua's eyes. This top-grade weapon was comparable to the Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber. How could a mere country boy possess such a treasure?
Zhang Chaoqun was horrified when he saw the fierce look in her eyes. Could she be after his money? He hurriedly said, "Senior, I found it!"
Not only Granny Jin Hua, but even twelve or thirteen-year-old Ali didn't believe him. Granny Jin Hua said coldly, "Found it?"
Zhang Chaoqun pondered for a moment and said, "That's right. When I was eleven years old, my parents asked me to buy wine. On the way, I saw a group of people, including nuns, Taoist priests, and monks, more than ten of them, attacking an old man. The old man was very powerful and killed them all, but he couldn't survive himself. Before he died, I saw that he was bleeding a lot, and I couldn't bear it, so I went to bandage him. But he didn't want me to bandage him and instead asked me for wine. He took a sip of wine and spat out a mouthful of blood. Finally, he took out a lot of silver from his pocket and gave it to me. He also handed me this dagger and told me to find a place to bury it. After saying that, he died. I didn't listen to him and kept the dagger."
For Zhang Chaoqun, who had watched too many TV shows and movies, this was nothing. He could easily make up a whole bunch of stories.
A picture is worth a thousand words; the story of a dozen people besieging one person indeed convinced Granny Jin Hua. A sip of wine, a sip of blood—these words perfectly captured the man's swagger. Granny Jin Hua returned the dagger to Zhang Chaoqun, saying, "Keep it safe, don't take it out casually."
Zhang Chaoqun was somewhat surprised that she didn't covet his dagger. This Granny Jin Hua valued the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the Heaven-Reliant Sword highly; could it be that she looked down on his high-tech alloy dagger? There's only one like it in the whole country.
"Senior, if you like it, this dagger is a gift,"
Zhang Chaoqun said, knowing she wouldn't accept his things because of her status, but he still managed to say something polite.
Sure enough, Granny Jin Hua said, "Hmm, you're a pretty good child. But how could I accept your things? Keep them safe; wealth shouldn't be flaunted. Your external skills are quite good; you'll definitely become a top expert in the future. However, my martial arts aren't suitable for you."
Seeing how kind and gentle she was today, A-Li was secretly amazed. She usually had a bad temper, but she was unusually kind to this older brother.
Zhang Chaoqun pretended to be troubled, put away his dagger, and said, "Senior, I don't know why, but when I see you, I think of my mother; when I see A-Li, I think of my sister. If you don't mind my clumsiness, please let me follow you. You can order me to do any heavy or difficult work!"
Zhang Chaoqun knew that Zhang Wuji would need to stay in Butterfly Valley for at least two years to cure his internal cold poison. Going with him would only be pointless waiting. It would be better to follow the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, Dai Qisi, and then go to Butterfly Valley to find him in two years.
Granny Jin Hua frowned slightly, glancing at Zhang Chaoqun's sincere face, then at A Li's innocent expression. Traveling the martial world with two women, one old and one young, would indeed be inconvenient. After a moment's thought, she said, "Alright, you can come along!"
Zhang Chaoqun was overjoyed at her agreement and repeatedly said, "Thank you, senior!"
Granny Jin Hua didn't turn her head, saying calmly, "You and A Li can both call me Granny!"
Zhang Chaoqun readily agreed and happily followed. Ali was also delighted, sticking out her tongue at Zhang Chaoqun with an extremely cute expression.
The old man and the two children killed seven or eight Mongol soldiers as if nothing had happened. Half a day later, they came to a three-way intersection. They saw a Mongol officer on horseback leading two or three hundred soldiers, each wielding a large sword. As the common people passed in front of the officer's horse, they all knelt down and kowtowed. A Han Chinese interpreter shouted, "What's your surname?"
When someone answered, a Mongol soldier would kick them in the buttocks or slap them, and the person would hurry past. When another person answered that his surname was Zhang, the Mongol soldier immediately grabbed him and ordered him to stand aside. Another person had a newly bought kitchen knife in his basket, and the Mongol soldier also grabbed him and pulled him aside.
Zhang Chaoqun was furious and enraged. Seeing that Granny Jin Hua and Ali remained calm,
Zhang Chaoqun suddenly remembered that Granny Jin Hua was originally a saintess of the Persian Ming Cult. As a Persian woman, she naturally wouldn't be angry about this, and Ali was too young to understand. Zhang Chaoqun said, "Granny, those Mongol Tartars don't seem to be good people. Should we take a detour?"
Granny Jin Hua coldly replied, "Chaoqun, your parents were killed by the Mongols. Don't you want revenge?"
Zhang Chaoqun blushed and puffed out his chest, saying, "Chaoqun wants revenge all the time, but these rough men will frighten Granny, so..."
"You are indeed filial. Although Granny cannot accept you as a disciple, I have received your bow. Perhaps I should avenge you."
Zhang Chaoqun was shocked. There were two or three hundred of them. Even if she was powerful, how could she fight so many Mongol soldiers alone? He couldn't help but worry and said, "Granny, let's not stoop to their level!"
Ali suddenly grabbed his hand and gently shook her head.
Granny Jin Hua snorted and said, "I said I'd help you vent your anger, so I will. Why all the fuss?"
With that, she walked forward.
Ali whispered, "Brother Chaoqun, Granny always keeps her word. Saying more is useless."
Zhang Chaoqun nodded, took Ali's little hand, and said softly, "I know!"
When they reached the group of soldiers, the Han interpreter saw the old woman and the two children, a boy and a girl, and cursed, "You barbarian thieves, don't you know any manners? Why don't you kowtow to your elders?"
Zhang Chaoqun secretly took out a dagger from his pocket. Just then, Granny Jin Hua suddenly struck, hitting the interpreter with her staff, instantly causing him to bleed from the head and fall to the ground convulsing.
"What the hell! You want me to kowtow!"
Granny Jin Hua pointed at the Mongol officer on horseback and shouted, "You should kill yourself!"
Granny Jin Hua killed the interpreter with a single blow of her cane. The Mongol soldiers immediately erupted in chaos, and the Han Chinese civilians cried out and fled. Several men with knives surrounded her, shouting loudly in Mongolian.
Granny Jin Hua appeared frail and sickly, but her movements were as swift as the wind. In the blink of an eye, she pounced out like lightning, her cane striking wildly, and a large number of soldiers fell instantly. The Mongol soldiers couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes. How could these ordinary soldiers be a match for Granny Jin Hua?

Chapter 019 Peeping at Dai Qisi Bathing (Part 1)

Zhang Chaoqun, who was standing still watching, stared intently as Granny Jin Hua moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers, waving her cane here and there, and no one could stop her wherever she went. He finally understood what it meant to sweep away fallen leaves like an autumn wind.
A seemingly frail old woman was so powerful and unstoppable. If he hadn't seen it before, he really wouldn't have been able to imagine it. Zhang Chaoqun knew the true nature of the Golden Flower Granny. She appeared to be an old woman, but in reality, she was Dai Qisi, once hailed as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. However, he couldn't detect any flaws. Dai Qisi was Persian, and her martial arts were an incomplete version of the Qiankun Great Shift, with extremely strange moves. Because a holy maiden couldn't marry a man, Dai Qisi and Han Qianye had fallen into the icy pool together. Upon emerging, she immediately announced her intention to marry Han Qianye, naturally violating the rules of the Persian Ming Cult. If captured by the Ming Cult's Persian branch, she would be burned at the stake. But with her disguise, who could recognize her? All her original martial arts had to be discarded, and she had to create a completely new set of techniques—quite a feat for her.
"Pfft, pfft..."
A flash of light appeared in the Golden Flower Granny's hand, and two golden flowers flew from the prayer beads in her hand. The Mongol officer, caught off guard, was knocked off his horse and fell to the ground, howling loudly.
The wounded Mongol officer shouted something, and the Mongol soldiers surrounding Granny Jinhua suddenly scattered like a tide.
Granny Jinhua covered her mouth with her hand, coughing incessantly. Her frail and aged appearance was truly lifelike. Zhang Chaoqun was admiring himself when Ali, holding his hand, ran forward, clapping her hands and laughing, "Grandma, you're amazing!" Granny Jinhua
glanced at Ali, her eyes full of affection. Zhang Chaoqun knew that she and Han Qianye, also known as Mr. Yinye, had a daughter, Xiao Zhao. It seemed that she treated Ali like a daughter.
"Little devil, Grandma has helped you get revenge, cough cough cough..."
Before she could finish speaking, she coughed incessantly. Zhang Chaoqun hurriedly stepped forward, reaching out to stroke her back, and asked with concern, "Grandma, your cough is so bad, why don't you see a doctor?"
Grandma Jin Hua trembled. The gentle touch on her back felt like an electric shock. Her eyes flashed, and she glanced at Zhang Chaoqun, seeing his clear, bright eyes. Turning back, she said tremblingly, "I'm old, it's an old ailment. How could an ordinary doctor know how to treat it? Ali, give me the medicine."
Zhang Chaoqun, while gently stroking her back, secretly chuckled to himself: "Old, huh? Even through her clothes, the smooth, delicate feel is in no way inferior to that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl!" Imagining the flawless skin and bones of this most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, his heart pounded wildly. He dared not take advantage of her any longer and withdrew his hand.
Granny Jin Hua, being a remarkable woman, immediately detected his heartbeat and shouted, "Little devil, what's wrong? Why is your heart pounding so hard?"
Zhang Chaoqun was startled and quickly said, "There are corpses everywhere, I... I'm a little scared. Let's go!"
Granny Jin Hua nodded, no longer suspicious, and said, "The Mongol soldiers have suffered such a great loss, they will definitely come again. Let's go!"
Zhang Chaoqun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That was close! In front of her, he could have easily been exposed. To avoid the people sent by the Persian Ming Cult to find her, she had concealed her stunning beauty. If she discovered that he had seen through her, she would almost certainly kill him to silence him. This was ancient times; there was no 110 (police).
It was better to be careful. He didn't want to lose his life instead of gaining any advantage. My Zhiruo, my Minmin, my Xiaozhao, my Ali—wouldn't they all become widows?
"Grandma, where are we going?"
After walking for a while, they arrived at a market and rented two rooms at an inn. Grandma Jin Hua then instructed Zhang Chaoqun to hire a mule cart. Zhang Chaoqun asked,
"I've finished my business, so naturally I'm going back to Ling Snake Island."
Zhang Chaoqun knew that Ling Snake Island was a remote and desolate island, seemingly uninhabited, a pure primitive world. Although he had two beautiful women, one older and one younger, to accompany him, he feared that once they arrived on Snake Island, chopping wood and carrying water would be one thing, but the more terrifying prospect of living like primitive people was truly dreadful. He couldn't very well go into seclusion at the age of eighteen! Thinking this, Zhang Chaoqun couldn't help but feel a desire to turn back.
After hiring a mule cart and paying a deposit, Zhang Chaoqun returned to the inn the next morning. He saw two waiters carrying a bath tub to Granny Jin Hua's room, but Granny Jin Hua and Ali were nowhere to be seen. Curious, he asked one of the waiters, who replied, "The old lady said she wanted to take a bath and asked us to prepare a bath tub and hot water. The two of them went out to buy things, but they shouldn't be gone for long."
Zhang Chaoqun was stunned. A bath… a bath! An image of a beautiful woman emerging from a bath immediately flashed through his mind! When Dai Qisi first arrived at Bright Peak to pay her respects to Yang Dingtian, the moment she entered the hall, the entire room shone brightly. Her radiant beauty was beyond compare; Xie Xun and Fan Yao alike were captivated by her. Xie Xun was one thing, but within the Ming Cult, Yang Xiao and Fan Yao were rare beauties, and both were arrogant. Yet, upon Dai Qisi's arrival, Fan Yao was instantly infatuated. What exactly did this number one beauty of the martial arts world look like?
Zhang Chaoqun's heart pounded wildly, like a rabbit's, unable to maintain his composure. A bold idea arose in his mind.
Dai Qisi's disguise as the Golden Flower Granny was extremely difficult to discern, but she couldn't possibly have wrinkles all over her body, could she? Once she removed her clothes, wouldn't her snow-white skin be immediately revealed?
Thinking of this, Zhang Chaoqun's heart raced. He looked around; the room was quite sparsely furnished. A wardrobe? Dai Qisi definitely needed to retrieve her clothes after showering, so there was no place to hide there. The rafters would be a perfect option, but unfortunately, Brother Chaoqun didn't know any light-footed kung fu! He couldn't get up there! There was only one place he could go:
under the bed!

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